Smut Til You Drop (6 page)

Tonight, however, was different. Tonight
Sonny was there. Sonny was not only there but there with Michelle
and they wanted to get a little nasty tonight. They were scanning
the room for partners and quietly trying to decide who might be
willing to join them. I ran to the bar ordered three shots of
tequila and went to find Chris.

It didn’t take long before I found Chris
sitting a table with a Jack and Coke and watching the girls dance
in their miniskirts that were so mini they could have been mistaken
for belts. He was rock hard under the table and pushing through his
chinos in a way that three shots earlier I would have found utterly
disgusting but now decided was perfect. I sat down in his lap,
drank the rest of his drink and said, “I wanna go skinny dipping
and I want an awesome view of a hot male body while I do it.” If it
was possible, his cock rose even higher under my jeans and was
poking me like it was trying to ring a doorbell and be allowed
in.

Chris lifted me up, grabbed my hand and
began to lead me out the door back to our dorm and the pool area.
“What about Sonny and Michelle? Don’t they want to swim too?” I
gave him a look that showed that I was up for much more than he was
expecting. He ran to the bar, ordered two more Jack and Cokes,
downed one, handed one to me and said, “Be right back.” In seconds
he was across the bar, whispering to Sonny, who in turn whispered
to Michelle. Her eyes widened and she began looking around the
room. Her eyes met mine and she raised her eyebrows. Are you sure?
In response, I downed the Jack and Coke, straightened up, pushed
out my chest, and rolled my head back as though someone was already
in front of me sucking on my nipples. She smiled wide and we all
headed out the door together.

On the way, Chris was grabbing at my breasts
and kissing my neck as we walked or rather, I avoided falling, all
the way across campus. Michelle and I both noticed that Sonny’s
jeans were beginning to rival Chris’s in terms of the lack of room
in the crotch. Damn I wanted some of that! Michelle began leading
Sonny back by holding his bulge rather than his hand. Fuck! How far
was the stupid pool?

I stopped, turned and planted a kiss on
Chris that took him by surprise but only for a second. Soon enough
he was kissing me back, harder and harder with more and more
pulling at my clothes. I giggled, pulled away and began running
toward the pool. I heard him cuss and run after me as well as our
friends laugh and try to catch up. They weren’t about to miss out
on the fun.

I reached the pool, opened the gate, and
began to strip. My sandals, t-shirt and jeans hit the deck first.
Then I looked at Chris as I unhooked my bra and let my perfect
breasts turn even harder as the cool night air replaced the fabric
touching them. There his Chinos went again. Perfect. I wiggled out
of my lace panties and dove into the pool. The water was pretty
cold. All of a sudden I worried my plan may not work logistically
for these guys. After all cold water doesn’t exactly help a hard
on. I guess between the alcohol and naked girls it didn’t matter
because very soon I found myself pressed against the pool steps
with Chris on top of me rubbing his hands all over my body and his
raging dick pressed up against my leg. 

I looked over and Michelle and Sonny had
also found their way into the pool and were on the steps just
opposite us. I couldn’t get much of a view so I closed my eyes and
let Chris continue to feel every inch of my breasts and pussy.
Within seconds I was breathing heavy as he finger fucked me on the
steps. Something about the warmth of his body pushing mine into
cold concrete was enough to keep me yelping and keep him raging
hard. I shifted my hips to let him know I was ready for the real
thing, not just the warm up and he immediately pushed into me with
full force. Again, I yelped. Again, he pushed harder. It was raw
physical lust in all it’s glory. Sonny must have been more sober
than any of us because he was suddenly aware of the fact that we
were in a public pool. He left Michelle alone to watch the show and
threw his clothes on and ran, dripping wet inside his dorm to get
towels.

 
It was pretty clear
to me that while this was fun, I wasn’t about to get off with
anything cold pushed up against my ass like pool stairs. I was
relieved when Sonny suggested we move the party into his room and
handed Chris and Michelle towels and me his bathrobe. We all balled
up our clothes and ran down the hall dripping and
giggling.

The problem with changing locations is that
it can break the mood. People can sober up and the party is over
just like that. Thankfully Sonny knew that because when he opened
the door there were open beer bottles on the desk and shot glasses
filled with tequila that he had prepared when he came to get the
towels. We sat around in our towels and bathrobes, swallowed our
shots and followed them with our beers and were once again looking
each other over wondering where and how to start. 

Michelle had long beautiful black curly hair
that was dripping all down her back. She and I had never been naked
together but we had joked about it plenty of times. She was much
more sexually adventurous than I was. She had purposely left the
door open and I had purposely never stepped through it, until now.
I picked up the towel that Sonny had used to dry off with when he
had come back to prepare the room and sat next to Michelle. I began
to dry her hair by gently picking up the long strands and patting
them in between the ends of the towel. As I did this my bathrobe
began to reveal more of my breasts and I didn’t bother to close it.
Her towel began to slip lower down her breasts and she didn’t move
to fix it. In fact, she began to make low soft moaning sounds. That
a girl! The boys were back at attention and all eyes were fixed on
us.

I pushed her hair over her shoulder and
began to lightly kiss and caress her back. Again, she moaned. My
hands were going from her shoulders to waist and then slowly
slipped around her sides. They would come up slightly, just below
her breasts and then I would again return to her back. After a few
times, I let them come up to the bottom of her chest. Then the next
time, I touched her nipples and then slid around to her back as my
fingers each passed over her rock hard nipples. Her towel was
draped around her waist now and her breasts were exposed. Her wet
hair was dripping down her right breast and her face was turned to
the ceiling as she was lost in the moment. I picked up the towel
again, had her stand up in front of me with her towel falling to
the floor and began to trace the drips from her hair down her right
breast, past her waist, to her thigh. Then I dropped the towel in
my hand, reached out and traced another drip with my finger. Then,
with my tongue. I was sitting on the bed with her standing in front
of me and me kissing her naked body. Both the boys were sitting in
their chairs watching the show. Chris’s towel now looked more like
a tent and Sonny’s boxers had also found a sudden rise in
height. 

I pulled Michelle closer
to me as I began to kiss her beneath her belly button. Michelle was
shaved clean. She hated pubic hair and said it wasn’t good for
anything but getting stuck in your teeth. I had to agree that there
was something satisfying about being able to see where you are
going. I licked at her pale pink lips and she shuddered. I pulled
them apart with my hands and licked again. This time she gasped. I
took one hand and shifted it so that while her lips were spread far
apart, one my fingers could also get nice and warm inside her. I
inserted my finger just as my tongue once again touched her clit.
She made a noise I couldn’t quite describe but it was clearly a
sign that I was doing something right. I began to suck and nibble
and pull on her clit as my finger was joined by a few more. She was
grabbing her own breasts and riding my hand and pushing her snatch
into my face
.
She
was about to cum and I was able to experience my first female
orgasm that was not my own. I began fucking her harder with my
fingers and sucking her clit with all I had. She was trembling and
having a hard time maintaining her balance. 

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.