I should have really known something was up when she asked me to accompany her to her sorority's homecoming festivities.But I didn't.I didn't get the ...int until the Saturday night after the South Carolina game.Luckily it was hint I couldn't miss.The tailgaters usually stayed well past the game to celebrate, so it was sometimes pretty late before I could shake the hands and sign the autographs for those who waited outside for the players.We'd started a tradition at homecoming, the week before,. After being fucked in oblivion herself by the first set of monster futas, known as the "Famed Four", the book itself drew from the energy of the fucking and went haywire, waking the dead, opening portals into other realms, and ultimately unleashing monsters upon the world. Monsters in the form of hermaphrodites with a raging love for sex and all things related.The world itself seemed to change as a few scientists in the post apocalypse even said they managed to witness the process of earth. A slow fluidity, a smoothness, a confidence. Like he knew just where he was going all the time. Like a river that’s swollen from a recent rain.So you hadn’t said “No,” or asked what this Art Cinema was all about because you wanted to seem like you knew. You wanted to be like that swollen river, you wanted to flow with confidence. The lobby area had seemed decent enough. Gold and plush velvet, like a gilded age theatre. Were they going to the opera? No, he’d expect us to be better. The faster I rode Matt the sweatier he got. As I kissed Matt, Will tickled my ass with one of my many toys. I giggled as he caressed my thighs with the head of the plastic cock. “Put it in baby…” I growled. Slowly, he pushed the head inside of me. By the look on his face, Matt was ready to explode. “Not yet baby, hold on a little longer.” I stopped and kissed his lips. Will stopped pushing the dildo in and massaged my shoulders. After whispering sweet nothings in my ear, he walked to the front.