<b>Kitch Kitchinson - Dining Hall</b><br/><br/>Breath in, breath out, breath in...<br/>Kitch had to keep coaching herself mentally to breath as she tried to move past the pain. It had subsided for the most part but she was by no means comfortable and the way her insides were tensing and quivering she wasn't all too sure what to feel about any of this. The only silver lining she could see in that moment was that the dildo wasn't sticking to her insides and feeling less like it was ripping new holes inside her with each time she tensed.<br/><br/>She was just about getting herself through when there was a flash of movement to her side and a small click sounded before the room was filled with the hum of vibrations and each girl along the bench was filled with the feel of the very same thing.<br/>A small sound - a sounds that would be hard to describe as any one thing - peeped from Kitch's lips as the thick green toy jiggled about inside her. She could feel her teeth chattering and she was pretty sure her face did not look at all attractive as her lips pulled to one side in an uncomfortable, not-exactly-happy smile and her brows pulled up at the centre and knitted to the middle. She groaned a little strangely as the feeling coursed through her entire being, her hands gripping into the edge of the table hard enough to make her feel like she was about to leave a dent. Although Kitch wasn't technically a virgin since her hymen was long gone thanks to many years riding horses, she hadn't driven anything so deep inside herself before and her's wasn't even the longest there it just happened to be fat. Too fat for her small frame - or at least in her opinion it was, then again she wasn't have chosen any of them had she had the choice. This was certainly not the way to entertain.<br/><br/>Then they stopped.<br/>Kitche's head was still spinning. Call it muscle memory or something but she was sure she could still hear the hum and feel the vibes up inside. She swallowed hard and redirected her attention back to what the next demand was.<br/><br/>What now?<br/>Had she heard that right? The blonde's eyes came to the brunette beside her. Lilly.<br/>'Well hi there Lilly, so nice to meet you. Do you know how we could become the best of friend if I put what you just had up your snatch inside my mouth and then down my fucking throat and you do the same. Sounds good, yeah?' The sarcastic conversation, of course, was just within the confines of Kitch's own mind but she couldn't even begin to think that all the girls would actually go through with it. Putting a clean toy up insides themselves under the pressure of the watchful eyes of their seniors was one thing. Taking those toys into their mouths after being inside someone else was quite another.<br/><br/>Kitch flattened her palms on the table top and tried to stand.<br/>Nope. Or at least that was what her pussy was saying. Apparently it was part of her now. Or maybe the green rod really was just too fat for her tiny hole.<br/>She wiggled a little and felt one of the ridges slip out. Wiggle some more and another. Kitch was consumed in loosening herself off of the bench knob when it seemed some of the other girls were about to take a stand.<br/>A red head down the far end, was soon lectured about what happened to girls who disobeyed. Kitch watched her potential university life flash before her eyes and grimaced. She parted her lips, lifting those icey blue orbs to find a sister. She'd seen that shorter girl with the long brown hair looking her way - Jackie, yes that was it - she was sure they'd caught each other's gaze at one point or another in this embarrassing ordeal. She could ask her, how much worse could it get.<br/><br/>That question was soon answered as Kitch stood back from the toy and Lilly was 'assisted' by the very woman Kitch had been tempted to ask for help from.<br/>With wide eyes, the blonde turned her face away and back to the toy that had been in the girl beside her.<br/>Large, much longer than the one that was now throat deep in her new 'friend' and glistening with 'appreciation'.<br/>Oh good god.<br/>Kitch sunk to her knees and took a deep breath. She licked her lips and leaned forward.<br/>Lollipop, lollipop, lollipop.<br/>The dildo slipped between her lips and Kitch couldn't help but note how strange the lollipop tasted as it slid over her tongue.<br/>She cursed herself out and forced the toy to the back of her throat. There was no keeping back the wells of water in the lower lids of her eyes now as she gagged and spluttered, demanding her throat muscles to open up and swallow. It took three attempts but on the third try, the small woman looped her hands behind her back, laced her fingers together and pulled her shoulders back, pushing her face down and squeezing her eyes shut. The fuck toy slipped into her throat and her lips kissed the bench.<br/>She wanted to die... and being a little too scared to breath or move now that she was in position... it was a distinct possibility.