Megan and I were very hot and sweaty and ordered another round of shots since we knew that we weren’t going to end up with the bill. We both took seats on either side of the men and leaned over them to keep talking and laughing with each other while replenishing our alcohol consumption. All intentional of course. Women could sit next to each other, but it makes things much more fun to have the men in the middle and your half exposed breasts hanging over your date’s lap while you pretend you can’t hear without leaning over so far your bra and part of your nipple is exposed.
Clearly we were getting their attention because John and Mark stopped talking shop and just sat back with their eyes getting wider as we leaned closer to one another, with our breasts resting on their laps. John and Megan had a history so John was a bit bolder than Mark. He slowly ran his hand along his thigh until it reached Megan’s right breast. Then he cupped it and pinched her nipple between his fingers. She just kept right on talking but leaned across him even more, allowing his fingers to engulf her small right tit. Mark was clearly enjoying the show but not sure if he should make a move or not. I decided to let him stir a bit. I reached over and fondled Megan’s left breast while continuing to talk and laugh. Megan got up off the couch and sat back down on John’s lap. John’s pants were already creating quite the pup tent but when Megan’s toned ass was placed on his crotch I waited to hear the zipper bust open. It didn’t. Not yet.
Mark was also giving his slacks a run for their money. I looked at him and smiled and then leaned over and kissed Megan on the mouth. A slow, deep kiss with tongues exploring each other’s open mouths made both men shift in their seats. Megan began to grab my breasts in return. Although most other patrons were far across the bar, John suggested we move the party up to our room. Megan and I slowly stood and bent over at the waist to pick up our purses and expose our asses and the color of our g-strings. Then, we deliberately put one foot in front of the other, swinging our hips in an exaggerated fashion while walking in as close to a straight line as we could muster under the influence.
In the elevator, we began to kiss and fondle each other again, mostly because it was really fun getting the men so worked up. I don’t know what it is about the idea of two girls getting together but just about every guy in the world is turned on by it, and if he’s not, he’s very, very gay. Ding. We stepped off the elevator and looked back at the boys. They were standing at attention all right! Both pairs of slacks straining against the fabric and their cocks struggling to get released and join in the fun.
We laughed, gave them the come here wave with our index fingers and opened up the door to our suite. As soon as the door opened, John pushed Megan against the wall and began kissing her hard. Mark again stood watching unsure what to do. So, I pushed him against the wall and kissed him just as violently. Even if he was shy, his cock was not. It was pushing into my mid section like a baseball bat. I giggled and ran my hand down to his groin to keep it from bruising me as much as to let him know that tonight was about fucking.
He gasped when my hand found his crotch through the fabric and then again when I unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them and slipped my hand around his shaft. Mark seemed to finally get the picture or the tequila shots had taken hold. Either way, he began to kiss me back and moved me over to the couch. He sat down and I knelt on the floor in front of him. Normally, I’m not a big fan of cock sucking but when you have a guy who sucks in his breath so loud that it makes you smirk and you know that anything you do, he’ll be damn grateful for, the more I could control him the more I got off. So, I bent down and licked the tip of his dick, popped just the top in my mouth, and then I went all the way down his shaft as quickly as I could. He drew in his breath so loud I thought the neighbors could hear us. I giggled a little to myself which only made him get louder. I giggled again remembering that with his cock in my throat, giggling must do all kinds of things to him. I began to play with my breasts and push them up and around his balls. After all, I wanted to get his cock in me soon and wasn’t planning on being on my knees for very long.
Meanwhile, Megan and John were already fucking up against the far wall. I could hear her getting off and it made me swallow Mark’s cock even more. I could see him watching them, then me, then them. Careful buddy, there is no way you are going to finish without me even getting started! I backed off and began to stroke his cock slowly. Then, he got up off the couch, found the box of condoms, did his thing and came back to his seat. I straddled his lap. I began to rub my pussy and my ass up and down and around his cock without putting it in. He was watching my breasts. Megan began to get very loud. We were both breathing heavy and hearing her get ready to cum was about to send us both over the edge. I pushed my g-string to the side and slipped him in me.
This time we both gasped. I began to ride him, harder and harder as Meagan screamed. Yes! Fuck! Yes! FUCK! YES! FUCK! YES! FUUUUCKKKKK! YYYYEEEESSSS! Pretty soon I was the one cussing and that only made Meagan’s orgasm last even longer! I moved my hips so that Mark was as far in me as he would go and I began to shudder. I sat there for a full minute with him doing nothing but watching me cum all over his cock. After my pussy began to slow it’s pulsing down, he lifted me off of him, placed me on the couch next to him and began to lick my cunt. HOLY SHIT! That was something I had never experienced before. With just the right amount of orgasm left in me and I began to shudder again. This time, he stuck his fingers in me and began to finger fuck me as he nibbled and sucked on my clit. HOLY FUCK! Megan was clearly re-aroused by this as she came over and began to suck and grab my tits. SHIT! John watching the show was clearly not just going to sit this one out. He moved Megan’s ass so he could fuck her from behind as she continued to help get me off again. Watching him pound into her and feeling Mark’s fingers pound into me sent me shuddering yet again. Only this time, he stuck his fingers as far in as they would go and curled them so as to try to reach my clit from within while sucking my clit. OH FUCK! I began bucking against his hand in my cunt and Megan’s mouth on my tits and felt myself cum yet again.
This went on for hours. Every time Megan or I got off, it turned the other on so much that the cycle was pretty much unending. Eventually we were out of condoms and out of energy. John and Mark had gone home and Megan and I passed out. In the morning, we found ourselves happy to done with finals, done with responsibility and done with Mark and John. Lucky for me, we weren’t quite done with each other.
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Looking To Party
College Daze: Volume Six
Now anyone from Southern California knows that the place to go to blow off some steam after finals are over is Vegas. If you’re not yet 21, you buy or borrow a fake ID and hit the I-15 with whatever cash you can get for your textbooks and hope lady luck is on your side.
My sophomore year was a tough one. The classes were not all that difficult but the professors I was stuck with were a group of pompous jackasses who the university had on staff because they are frequently published and bring notoriety; being able to present new material in a way students could understand didn’t appear to be a factor at all in their hiring decisions. So by the time winter break rolled around, I had squeaked by, barely passed my classes and was thrilled to know which names to avoid like the plague when registering in the future. I was also desperate for some mind-blowing, carefree fun!
Thankfully, my friend Tiffany was always up for Vegas, mostly because she was always up for something crazy. She was the only girl I knew who didn’t care who she slept with, men, women, or both. As long as the person or persons were good looking with a great body she would go home with them, or to the car, or even to the restroom for a good fuck. Me, I’d have to be really drunk to even consider having sex in a public place, but Tiffany was good for that too. She could drink most people under the table without even trying. She was the perfect person to call to forget all about the last semester, within a day, I’d be good as new, or better.
Tiffany was gorgeous. She had black hair, dark skin, firm, per
ky breasts and an ass that looked way too good in a short skirt. She and I had become friends back when we were cocktail waitresses, me to pay for college and her until she found the rich sugar daddy she was waiting for. She’d met quite a few loaded guys over the years, but most were married which meant that while she was busy occasionally, most of her weekends were free.
I had booked us a room at the MGM but one look at Tiffany and the front desk manager bumped us up to a suite and send up a complementary bottle of champagne. Somehow Tiff got the room service guy to switch it out for a bottle of tequila, my favorite, and a bottle of Jack, which was hers. We were doing shots before we even got out of our heels. I needed to get drunk and even more, I needed to get some. Tiffany and I would find our way to the bar and hook up with a couple of muscle-bound guys soon enough but I was ready to get this party started. The suite had a Jacuzzi tub which was a perfect way to get naked without feeling too weird about hitting on a girl. After all, chicks are not usually my preference but at that moment, I just needed to get off, at least once, and Tiffany was looking more and more like the person for the job.
I grabbed my bottle of tequila which was rapidly disappearing and headed to the bathroom. I started the giant tub and came back out to the wet bar. “I’m getting wet,” I said, a little smile tickling my lips. Then I turned around and took my top off as I slowly walked back toward the bathroom. Before I got there, my bra was also tossed on the floor. Now, Tiffany is a little slow in a lot of ways but sex isn’t one of them.
She grabbed her bottle and began to follow my trail of clothing. She watched me slip out of my skirt and thong and into the tub. She leaned against the doorway and just watched for a minute. My body isn’t quite as toned as Tiff’s. I’m at least a cup size larger and two inches taller but I can hold my own. Just to prove it to her, I grabbed the washcloth and started rubbing it along my arms, legs, breasts, stomach, and crotch. Tiff’s breath caught when the washcloth disappeared for a minute and my head rolled back. I took my other hand and grabbed my breast. I raised it to my mouth and began to suck on my nipple. Then, I slipped my fingers inside my warm pussy. My eyes were half closed and for a second I thought maybe Tiff was just going to watch the show, not actually star in it. I looked at her, licked my lips slowly and then began to pull harder at my breasts.
Tiff got the message. She placed the bottle on the counter and started to peel out of her clothes. First, she pulled her top off over her head and let her long, black hair cover her back and part of her right breast. Next she bent over at the waist and unzipped her tiny skirt. She slipped out of it with her perfect ass staring me right in the face. Her white lace bra and panties were striking against her dark skin. She dropped one bra strap off her shoulder, then the other. Then she turned away from me and unhooked and dropped the bra to the floor. With her back to me, she slowly peeled out of her panties and stood their bending over with her beautiful ass just out of reach. Finally, she turned to me and smiled. Of course, she was being a tease about the whole thing and the process of undressing was taking fucking forever, so I was soaking wet (and not just from the water) by the time she got in. I took a deep breath to calm myself. No use cumming right there without anyone even touching me! I took the washcloth and started to slowly rub it along her arms, legs, stomach, and breasts. I was very careful to avoid her the area between her legs, trying to make her squirm like she had just done to me.
But Tiff was going to make it clear that she waits for no man, or woman as the case may be. She turned on the jets to high, swung her gorgeous ass to the side and proceeded to plant her pussy right on the jet to the right of me. She began to move back and forth just enough so that the water was pushing on her clit, then her pussy, then her asshole. Back and forth, back and forth. She wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest. Good thing I was drunk, so I wasn’t either. Tiff was clearly enjoying herself and spending longer and longer with the chosen jet on each of her three parts. She reached for the knob controlling the speed and began to slow the jets down when it hit her ass and up to medium on her clit and high when her pussy had the stream of full force bubbles that were clearly getting her to where she wanted to go. I moved closer to her and began to suck on her nipples and nibble on them just enough that she gasped aloud. Then, I reached down and began to rub her parts that were currently neglected by the jet. She kissed me hard with her tongue down my throat when she jammed her ass onto the water with her pussy taking the pounding. Yes. Fuck. Yes! Fuck! YES! YES! YES! FUCK!!!
Well, that seemed like a damn good idea. I wasn’t about to let her have all the fun. If there had been a mirror on the ceiling, it would have been quite a sight, the two of us straddling opposite sides of the tub. It didn’t take long at all for me to straddle my own raging stream of water and air and cum with screams of pleasure to match hers. That was apparently what Tiffany had been waiting for, as she grabbed my breasts and started sucking on them feverishly. She put her other hand in between my legs and slipped her fingers inside me. I was already as wet as I could get so it was easy for her to get rough without resistance. As I was about to cum again, she made me get out and sit on the edge of the tub. Her fingers were again finding their way in and out but now she leaned down and began to nibble and suck on my clit. I threw my head back and gave into her. She licked and sucked and nibbled for what felt like hours. I found myself somewhere in the haze that you feel when you’ve had plenty of alcohol and you’re inhibitions are long gone. I wasn’t quite sure if I would remember all the details of the evening but it didn’t matter. My stress was long gone thanks to my dear friend who clearly had a better idea of what she was doing than I did when it came to sex.
We never made it to the club that night. In the morning there were two almost empty bottles of booze and every chair, bed and couch it the place looked like it had served us well. I never did find my black lace bra or thong and I have no idea how I lost them. Eighteen weeks of college stress had been washed away in less than 8 hours. We had two more days left in Vegas and I was now ready for anything, and I’m sure that was exactly what Tiffany had in mind!
The next day was spent by the pool with our string bikinis working hard. Drinks were constantly being sent over as were napkins with names and room numbers written on them. Dirty glances were cast our way by the other females at the pool. Every chick wants to be the best looking one in the area. When you know you’re not, you instantly scowl and swear at the bitch who showed up unannounced and uninvited. Today, that bitch was Tiffany. I had learned when we were waitressing that trying to compete with Tiffany for attention was useless. However, often her firm, perky breasts would not be enough for the guy who was initially attracted to her and I would quickly become the center of his focus. Today, lucky for me, that man was played by our bartender. Within a couple hours, we were yet again smashed and ready to have some adult fun. I signed my name and room number to our unbelievably low bar tab. “We are moving the party upstairs. If you’re shift is almost over, we’d love to have you join us.” Then, I turned and walked away exaggerating the swing in my hips and the bounce in my breasts.
Within a few minutes, there was a knock at the door. It was our yummy bartender who happened to bring a bottle of tequila, limes, and salt. “Sadly, I don’t have glasses,” he said. Of course we had a fully stocked suite but the excuse to do body shots doesn’t appear every day so we began to pour liquor on one another and drink it off. Our string bikinis were still on and our limbs were slick with suntan oil. The problem with alcohol is that you can’t always remember the details. I know I did at least two body shots off each of them and they did plenty off me. I also know that string bikinis are the perfect clothes for having sex because they push to the side with ease which is much sexier for the guy than just being naked. There is something incredibly sexy about pushing the tiny triangle of cloth to the side of the nipple and pulling the bottoms to the side to make way for your raging cock. There is also something sexy about me pulling the panties to the side to lick Tiff’s ass and
wonderful wetness. Typically Tiffany and I have more than one guy with us but the day was still early and there was plenty of sex and napping to do before we were ready for the real show in the nightclub several hours from now. The bartender tended to me and I tended to Tiff but in the end, we both tended to his cock. In me, in her, in my mouth, in her mouth, in my ass, and in her ass. Of course, it ended as all great pornos do, with his cuming on both our faces and us kissing. Thank goodness for tequila because I never would have done that sober! I’m sure you can imagine what the rest of our weekend was like. The funny thing is, none of it would have happened if it hadn’t been for that fucking ridiculously stressful semester. God I love college!
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My Naughty Roommate
Naughty Roomates: Volume One
My roommate Penny and I started screwing around with each other shortly after we moved in together, a little over a year ago.
It had happened naturally; we were both young, attractive and in our sexual primes. We were both fed up with men and looking for something more. So we decided to give each other a shot. And we haven’t looked back since. We still hook up with men from time to time, and even end up in relationships with them occasionally. But we never stop fucking each other. It’s just too much fun.
Two years ago if you would have told me that I’d not only be living with another girl but fucking her on a regular basis I would have laughed you out of the room.
After all, at the time I was engaged to (who I thought was) a wonderful guy with a marriage date set in stone and plans for the future. I’d never even kissed a girl, let alone slept with one. And I never had even seriously thought about it.
Even after my engagement fell through (when I caught my fiancée cheating on me) I still never thought about sleeping with another woman. I went on a six-month sexual binge, but all with men, fucking as many of them as I could in an attempt to wash the taste of my scumbag fiancée out of my mouth.
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