I moved my hand, guiding her pussy back toward the bed and pushed her down. I dropped my robe to the ground, then I spread her legs and dove my whole head and both hands into her soaking wet, clean shaven, sweet tasting cunt. She grabbed my hair and went right along for the ride. Within a few minutes she had reached the brink and I had a huge smile on my face. Now it was my turn.
I wiggled my ass at the audience and said, “Boys, we are gonna need some help here.” Chris shot up like a rocket. But Sonny he stayed in his seat. He liked to watch and this was his chance for live action porn, not something that can only be accessed by a remote. “Soon.” Sonny whispered. Michelle and I switched positions. I was laying on the bed, her head between my legs and Chris pumping her pussy from behind. The harder he fucked her, the deeper she went on me and the more she took in her mouth. Yes! “Suck me,” Chris said and Michelle left me, turned right around and began to go to town on his cock. She was deep-throating him like a pro. I looked at Sonny since I was now all alone and he smiled. He walked over the bed and climbed on top of me and slipped inside my soaking wet spot and kissed me. Not some drunken physical kiss but a kiss that showed me that some part of him cared for me and had wanted this to happen as much as I did.
The picture of the room was an interesting one. The deep carnal blow job with Chris fucking her head like a hole in the wall on one side and soft, slow, kind, love-making on the other. I was very quickly going to cum, partly due to my hidden feelings for Sonny and the sense I had that he had them too, and partly due to Chris fucking the shit out of Michelle’s throat and how oddly erotic that was as long as he didn’t do that to me. I was all over watching him take total control over someone else. Sonny saw me looking at them and thrust even farther into me. That got me to look back at him. “That’s better,” he said. We held eyes and he began to pump me harder and harder and until we both came in unison. That was enough to get Chris over the edge and he came all over Michelle’s face. Michelle, the sick freak that she is, licked and sucked his cock dry as she got herself off all the while.
That night was filled with many more orgasms and partner switches and threesomes and foursomes with beers and shots in between each round. Hours later Michelle and Chris were passed out on the floor and I decided it was time to go. Sonny walked me to my room and kissed me goodnight. I knew we would never be together again and that we would never speak of that evening but I also knew that I would hold onto that night and that memory for a long, long time.
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A Night Well Spent
College Daze: Volume Four
Most people think of college as the best times of their lives. For good reason. College is where you can do those things that you have always wanted to do but real life and that voice inside your head doesn’t allow you to. Thankfully, reason and rational thought can be easily quieted by one thing, alcohol. Lots of alcohol.
Johnny was handsome. He was just shy of six feet tall, in tremendous shape, and had a back and shoulders that made me wet just looking at them. His build was due to spending hours at the gym and occasionally going to class. He lived as most college students do, enjoying each day as it came and hoping his parents would continue to finance the next semester when his grades were mediocre at best. He was also a man whore. He had spent the night with many of my friends and they all agreed that it was a night worth spending. That made him off limits, at least when I was sober.
Dorm dances were normally nights I would stay in and study since I was extremely self conscience about my two left feet. Tonight, however, was different. I had promised my best friend that I would go with her to the dance since she was hoping to hook up with her future husband as she referred to him. I had a feeling that her future husband was more like her future pray-I-had-enough-to-drink-that-I-can-talk-myself-into-thinking-it-was-all-a-dream-and-that-evening-never-happened but who was I to judge? So, I put on my little black dress and high heels and left my room hoping she’d leave with him early enough that I wouldn’t have time to make a total ass out of myself on the dance floor.
Within minutes of arriving, I had downed a few shots and started to feel my anxiety melting away, exchanged by the false courage that alcohol so easily provides. I saw Johnny, breathed deep, and turned the other way. I was not about to end up in bed with this guy who so easily seemed to have that effect on all my friends.
I steered myself toward Brandon. He was in my English Lit class and was just under six feet tall and perfectly average. Brandon was safe. Brandon would be my choice for dancing and drinking and no way would I end up taking my clothes off. Sorry Brandon but we girls do this a lot. We find that one safe guy who will never exit the friend zone and that’s how we maneuver our way through an evening when we know we will be drinking heavily. Guys like Brandon must hate girls like me. We must seem like a tease but if Brandon had known to ask me right up front, Will we end up together? I would have told him no and he could have saved himself some heartache. Instead, Brandon and I laughed, toasted, drank, and did something slightly resembling dancing. It probably looked more like I was having a seizure but I didn’t care. I was drunk and having a blast.
Soon Brandon must have realized that he was in the friend zone or maybe he met someone who felt his average features were more than average in her eyes because he politely excused himself, handed me off to the guy next to him on the dance floor and left. I looked up half in shock and half laughing that Brandon wasn’t going to put up with my crap for the whole night and saw Johnny grinning back at me. SHIT! We slow danced for the remainder of the song and when it ended I quickly excused myself and headed back to the bar.
I ordered another shot, reached into my purse and saw a twenty get passed over me, another glass poured and Johnny handed me my drink. “To you,” he said and downed his glass. Fuck. There are always those times in your life when you know, regardless of how drunk you are, where things are going to end up. I had a decision to make and fast. If I didn’t want to end up with my panties lost in Johnny’s room this evening, I needed to say I didn’t feel well and run back to my dorm, lock the door and not let myself out until my blood alcohol level returned to zero. But as he stood there in his black shirt and black pants with his built body underneath I wanted nothing more than to see what all the fuss was about. “To us,” I replied.
Things get fuzzy when shots are on the menu but the sex was crystal clear. It all started with a backrub. An innocent kind-hearted gesture. Bullshit. Don’t ever believe that ladies. All backrubs are is a way to get physical without your pretty little head thinking it’s a gateway to sex. Trust me, it’s like walking down the gangplank to a waiting plane. You might not end up in the air within a few minutes but the chances of you running screaming the other way in time aren’t good at all.
I was lying facedown on his bed with my little black dress straining to keep my ass covered. My heels had long ago been removed and were dropped by his bedroom door. He straddled my ass and began to rub my shoulders and neck. That’s nice. He slowly was working my muscles and if he wasn’t careful, I’d be asleep in minutes. Nope, he’d done this before because his hands were working my back area and reaching around to the sides near my breasts. He didn’t touch my breasts, not yet. But he knew enough that my nipples had turned rock hard in anticipation and my breathing was becoming more shallow by the minute.
Then, he got up off my ass which was getting very restless during the massage and moved to the end of the bed. Whew. That was close. “You’re legs and feet must be sore from dancing in those shoes.” He softly lifted a foot and began to rub. This was nice. My body was relaxing as if it had been fooled into thinking that he was trying to make a pass at me when he really wasn’t. That was a relief. Then, he began to rub the other foot, then my calves. He continued to make his way up my legs to my thighs. Hello! The tips of his fingers got to within an inch of the cloth of my panties and I was gasping for air. Remain calm, remain calm. You don’t want him to know that you want nothing more than to fuck his brains o
ut right now! Again, he moved both hands up and down my thighs. Accidently brushing my panties from time to time. He never said a word but he had to have noticed that each time the fabric was more and more wet. Then, he started massaging my ass. I sucked in air as he reached up and grabbed both cheeks in his hands. “You’re so tense.” You have no fucking idea! My pussy was on fire and yearning for his hands to massage it too!
After what felt like forever with his hands on my ass, my body was shaking. I needed him inside me now! I turned myself over so that I could see him, then grabbed the back of his head and kissed him as hard as I could. Green light. He kissed me back with force and I was instantly moving my hips up and down to press myself against his rock hard cock which was ready to go. How long had he been that way? Doesn’t matter. I need it!
He began to bite my lip and again I pushed my hips as high as they would go, showing him I was ready! He smirked and laughed, “Patience.” Fuck me! This was gonna be good! He slowly and softly kissed my neck and ear and began to very lightly caress my breasts. Shit, I was gonna cum before I even got my panties off. My body was shaking and he again smirked and slowed down even more. Fuck! Come on! He slid his hands down my body and began to lift my dress over my head. Finally! As I laid there in my bra and panties he stood up and looked at me. Again, I was thankful for the shots because I’m not a fan of having someone scan your body from head to toe, especially when I just wanted to get him inside of me! “Exquisite.” Now that did it. I had to have him, now! I sat up on the bed, unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to the ground, revealing his gorgeous chest. I grabbed his belt, and undid it. I then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and allowed his rock hard cock to bounce in my face. But not for long, I attacked it like it was the only food I’d been allowed all week. I wanted him to want to fuck my pussy as badly as I wanted it! I began to suck his cock like I had remembered from the few porn videos my roommate had. I was pumping his shaft with my fist as my throat enveloped him. Up and down, up and down. Lightly cupping his balls with my other hand and trying as hard as I could to get him to need a really good fuck!
Within a few minutes he gasped for air and pulled back, almost losing his balance in the process. Clearly he was about to cum and wanted to slow himself down before he got the chance to do what we both came here for. He stepped out of his pants and guided me back to the bed, laid me down and began to suck on my breasts one at a time. Meanwhile, his right hand found it’s way to my black lace panties and slipped under them. Again, I gasped. He lightly touched my clit and I moaned. He smirked again and returned to sucking my left nipple while his right hand found the wet warmth that had been calling out for him for almost an hour! After playing with my clit and lips for a while, he slowly moved one finger to the moistness that was so desperate to be filled. He paused there, touching the opening and knowing that my body wanted nothing more than to be filled to the brim with his dick or fingers or whatever he was willing to give me. “Fuck!” I reared my head back, pushed my breasts to the ceiling, lifted my hips up and off the bed and begged him to enter me. He laughed again. “Patience.”
His lips left my breast and returned to my mouth. He gave me a slow wet kiss that I still close my eyes and think about whenever I am trying to get myself off. As the kiss went on, it got slightly harder and more passionate and YES! His finger slipped inside me as he continued to put his tongue down my throat. Within seconds, he had three fingers inside me and I was riding them like I was the one in control of the situation. I needed to cum now! Just as I got close enough to feel my toes begin to curl, he pulled his hand away. My eyes got huge, NO! Where are you going? Then, as if answering my unspoken question, he smirked again, and moved himself so his head was even with my panties. He removed them with his teeth and buried his face in between the hot mess that was my pussy. OH FUCK! His tongue and hands knew exactly what they were doing. Within a minute I could hear myself, Oh Johnny. Johnny. Johnny! JOHNNY! My legs were shaking and I felt I was crushing his skull with my thighs as I came but he just kept licking and sucking my clit while finger fucking me and my orgasm lasted well longer than it normally does.
Thankfully, we weren’t done yet. In fact, he was just getting started. He raised himself up and slipped his cock right inside my soaking wet self. Again my eyes widened and I began bucking like a fucking bronco. “Patience.” He slowed me down and began to move, ever so slightly with a soft, slow rhythm I had never experienced in bed with a man before. Fuck. I have no idea how long we were soft and slow like that but eventually he began to reach that breaking point again because the pumping which was becoming increasingly faster and our breathing which matched came to a halt as he pulled out and put his head down on the pillow catching his breath and recomposing himself. He must have seen the disappointment on my face. As if to answer, he smirked again and flipped me over.
He entered me like a battering ram and I yelped. He grabbed my hips and didn’t let go. I was being pushed and pulled and fucked to the point that I came faster than I ever had in my life! Just as I began to cum, he stuck his finger just inside my asshole! SHIT!!!! I began to buck in response and he held on using the leverage and new found enthusiasm to get us both to cum together as we pounded into one another trying every time to get him deeper than the time before. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I fell on the bed gasping for air with my body shivering from the aftershocks of several orgasms. Johnny fell on top of me and began to stroke my naked body still smirking.
It wasn’t long before we were at it again and again and yet again that night. My friends were right, it was a night well spent. In fact, that’s how I would describe my body as I stumbled back to my dorm in the morning for some sleep. Lucky for me, he must have liked it as much as I did because we had a few more evenings together before graduation. Yep, college was the best years, or at least hours of my life.
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Vegas Baby, Vegas
College Daze: Volume Five
College is a time and experience that varies depending on your situation. For me, it was a blast! Thanks to the generosity of my grandfather, tuition, books, room and board were all provided. As a result, my parents sent me $1000 a month for whatever other things I needed, including entertainment. As long as I was passing my classes, I had four years to enjoy life with little to no responsibility and enough cash in my pocket to have some fun along the way. I also went to a school where parties were common and condoms could be purchased from the dorm vending machine!
The weekend after finals is always entertaining. There are a large number of college students who panic and realize that they have to kick ass on the final exam in order to not lose their incredible set up of being financially supported and completely unsupervised or bound by any rules. So, late night study sessions and cramming become the norm and Mountain Dew and Jolt sell out of the vending machines and supermarkets within a mile of the campus. Then, after the last blue book is filled, we all breathe a sigh of relief and hit the road. Vegas is calling.
Now there are lots of places in Vegas for college kids to have a good time. Pretty much anywhere with alcohol and a bed will do (and sometimes the bed is optional if enough alcohol is consumed) but for Megan and I, only the Palms would do. While lots of beautiful people do frequent the Palms, the biggest draw was the fact that Megan and John, the general manager, had hooked once during a finals blowout weekend and ever since we get amazing free upgrades! For $149, our Sky Villa with a private pool, Jacuzzi tub, and 1800 square feet was impossible to beat.
We entered to find a few complementary bottles of tequila, margarita mix, salt, limes and a box of condoms with a note that read, “I get off at 11-well, actually we’ll probably get to that around 12 and again at 1. Go ahead and start without me but just don’t pass out before you thank me proper.” Megan and I giggled then ran around the room squealing at our luck. She could have fucked any random guy six months before, but she hit the jackpot, and as a result, Vegas was a hell of a lot better time than eight people fighting for floor space in
a seedy motel room where getting laid was only an option if your partner wasn’t as broke as you were.
We showered and changed into slinky dresses, did a few shots to get things started quickly and headed up to the rooftop bar to dance and party. Now, when you’re twenty somethings with perfect bodies, it’s easy to drink for free. Lots of guys seem to think that if they send you over a drink, they earn a free pass into your panties. Maybe for most girls that is true but Megan and I had higher standards than that. No, you could buy us drinks and watch us dance, grind, and get your Johnson stiff but to go home with us, you had to provide, well, a Sky Villa is a start.
Megan was hot. She was a soccer player who had small but perky breasts and a body that was so toned it would have really pissed me off if she wasn’t such a blast to hang out with. I was the opposite. My body wasn’t toned by any means but I could turn some heads as well. My breasts were a perfect 36C and my greatest asset. My long legs weren’t muscular like Megan’s but I had her by six inches and loved to wear heels. Between the two of us, there were very few men who weren’t interested in buying us drinks and praying our beautiful faces would end up in their laps.
Just after 11, John showed up. He brought Mark with him. Mark was the front desk manager and clearly a frequent visitor to the local gym. I was happy to see that I wasn’t just going to be a third wheel. Megan and I continued to dance and grind together. John and Mark quickly found good viewing seats and the other guys who had been sending drinks our way and hoping to go home with something in return quickly got the message and took off. The bar was still packed but the corner of the club we were in quickly became a VIP lounge as the bar staff recognized the two managers and knew to keep the riff-raff far enough from us that they weren’t annoyed.
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