“Got some lube?” I ask.
“Uhhh,” he replies.
“KY? Baby oil? Vaseline?” I ask.
“I’ve got Vaseline,” he answers, “but you can’t use that with a condom.”
“Who said anything about a condom?” I reply.
He pads over to a small cabinet and comes back with a tube of Vaseline. “I need it sometimes in the summer for… you know… between my legs.”
I laugh and say, “Well, that’s where it’s going again, only between my legs.”
I turn over on the bed and stick my ass up in the air. “Put a bunch right on the spot,” I say, “and then slowly work in one finger. When it loosens up, use two, and then three.”
I laugh again and say, “If you were bigger, you might need four, but three should loosen me up enough.”
As he is slowly pumping his fingers in and out of me, I say, “Rub my clit.”
He looks at me with a blank face and I add, “The love button? The bump at the top of my slit that gets bigger as I get turned on?”
“Oh,” he mumbles as he moves his free hand under me and searches for my clit. He finds it, but his fingers are slick with Vaseline, so he isn’t doing me much good. It feels nice, but I need a little more stimulation.
“Now enter me,” I say. “Slowly. And stop when you feel like you are hitting a wall. Let it relax and then push on in.”
He’s good at following instructions and soon we are ready to go. “You have to keep it slower,” I tell him, “and it would help me a lot if you rubbed my clit while you fucked my ass.”
When I said “fucked my ass,” his prick twitched like he was hit with a thousand volts. It also grew a lot bigger. Maybe I should have had him use four fingers in the warm up.
It was too late for that now. He was inside me and moving. He was also leaning against my back with both hands in my crotch rubbing and pushing. His fingers were almost fucking me from the front while his prick took care of the back.
“I’m getting there… “ he grunts. “I’m getting there… I’m getting there… Aaaaahhhhhh!” His loud groan adds to mine as we both climax.
He suddenly stops massaging my love button and starts whimpering, “I’m stuck, I’m stuck.”
“Don’t panic,” I say. “Once my body relaxes– and little Jeremy deflates– you will be able to slide out.” We lay on our sides spooning waiting for that to occur. After a few minutes, I relax again and he deflates and his prick pops out of me with a noise like a very quiet pop of a cork.
“You need time to recover,” I tell him as I get up and start walking to the door. “I’m going to go see if any of your frat brothers is up for some fun.”
The boy who had been teasing Jeremy was waiting just outside the door. “What’s your name, Freddy?” I ask with a smile.
“Fred,” he says and then startles as he realizes I had already called him by name.
“You broke up with Charlene because she wouldn’t go down on you,” I say quickly. “Why don’t we go back downstairs and show the boys that you can get a girl to deep throat you?”
“Uhhh, yes, well…” he sputters, but I grab his hand and start leading him down the stairs.
“We came down so I can have a beer to rinse my mouth after I deep throat Freddy here,” I say as we tromp down the steps. Again I am surprised at how loud footsteps can be.
We get to the bottom of the stairs and I pull him toward the living room where the kegs– and several more girls– are located. I hear a buzz of comments as I walk into the room. One of the girls huffs at me and says, “I see you already lost your costume. Isn’t it a little early even for a slut?”
“I’m Eve,” I replied. “I arrived naked. This is my costume. Ask Sargent Grumpy at the front door.”
Several of the boys laughed at that. Evidently Sargent Grumpy was a regular fixture at Tri-Delta parties. “Freddy here wants to prove to you guys that he can get a girl to deep throat him,” I say to the whole group. Then I unbuckle Fred’s belt and take down his pants.
I had expected him to be wearing tighties, but instead he was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs. His prick was trapped against one leg and was trying to escape. It was only half hard, but the tip and at least two inches of it were visible before I began pulling his underwear down his legs.
“I can see why Charlene wouldn’t go down on that,” one of the girls said. “It’s big enough to choke a horse.”
“Or fuck a horse,” one of the other girls said.
“Or fuck me,” another voice said softly.
I pulled the tip of Freddy’s massive prick into my mouth. It was by far the largest prick I had ever attempted to get in my mouth. With it just a little way into my mouth it was already starting to cut off my airway. Luckily for me, my experiences of the past couple years have taught me ways around that. I heard several of the girls go “ooooo” as I slid that monster farther back into my throat. I could feel it all the way in the back of my throat– and possibly part way down my neck.
“You can see it,” one of the girls gasped. “It’s moving up and down in her neck.”
Another girl said fearfully, “She’s going to choke. She can’t get air.”
Freddy meanwhile was starting to ram himself balls deep into my mouth. After a few minutes he started grunting and then suddenly pushed himself against my face and held me tight. At least I didn’t have to worry about swallowing. He shot directly into my stomach.
“He’s going to kill her,” one of the girls shouted.
I held up my hand to signal that I was OK and started moving on my own as Freddy’s prick slowly deflated. After he became limp, I slid my mouth off of his prick and left it dangling between his legs.
I turn to the girls who were gathered watching and say, “That was nice, but I’m really in the mood for something with a little less testosterone. Any of you up for a daisy chain? It would only take three of you… or five… or maybe seven.”
Most of the girls just laugh, but two of them step forward and one of them says, “That’s something I’ve always wanted to try.”
The other turns to a somewhat plump redhead and says, “What do you say, Sylvia? You’ve wondered about it yourself.”
Sylvia looks around and says, “Do we have to do it out here where everybody can see?”
The first girl puts her hands on Sylvia’s shoulders and says, “All you are going to see is twat, so who knows if someone is watching.” Then she grins and says, “And by the time we’re done, the guys will be so horny you can get your brains fucked out all night.”
One of the guys yells, “Make room!” and several other guys start pushing back the couches and tables to make space for us in the middle of the rug. I lay down and patted the thick carpet next to me.
Surprisingly, Sylvia is the first one to lay down with me. As we are starting to arrange ourselves, she says loudly, “This would be a lot easier with at least two more girls.”
I hear someone say, “I’ll do it if you will,” and two more girls kneel on the carpet.
Another voice says, “Are you up for this, Makayla?” and another pair of girls join us.
It is a lot easier with eight girls. With four we would have had to almost lie on our sides; with six we would still be twisted awkwardly; but with eight, the four on the bottom can remain almost flat while the other four lower their heads between their legs and their own twats down to the next girl’s mouth.
I am face down, so all I can see is a red-haired twat and feet standing in a circle around us. A lot of the feet– and legs– are bare. As I start working on Sylvia, I can see that some of the legs are starting to rub against each other.
One of the girls in the circle calls out, “Stay in sync. We all go together.”
Sylvia has a very pleasant taste and I lap eagerly as she begins to writhe and bounce beneath me. I have no idea who is between my legs, but she must be getting close because her lapping is starting to get almost violent and she is starting to suck and bite at my clit.
I don’t know who popped first, but her screams triggered someone else and more screams filled the room and suddenly I’m losing control. I don’t usually lose it, but evidently the smell of so many hot twats popping off is enough to take even me over the top whether I want to or not.
We all lay on the floor panting heavily. Sylvia is the first to stand up. “Anybody got a bedroom we can go to?” she asks. “I really need to fuck.”
“I’m Dave,” a deep voice says. “My bedroom’s on the third floor.”
“Then let’s go,” Sylvia replies and they take off for the stairs.
Hands were reaching down all around me to help the girls to their feet so they could go somewhere and fuck. But no one offered me their hand.
“What’s the matter?” I ask. “Everyone afraid to take me on?”
Freddy looks down at me and says with a smile, “Guest bedroom has a queen-sized bed.” He reaches down to help me up and adds, “Only problem is that it is normally reserved for tonight’s whore. We have a tradition of every member getting a crack at our Halloween Whore.”
“So who is your whore tonight?” I ask.
“Cops won’t let us bring in professionals anymore,” Freddy says with a shrug. “And no one has volunteered this year.”
I look at him and say, “I really shouldn’t, but I don’t get this opportunity very often.” I smile back at him and add, “And what’s a girl to do?”
The guest bedroom is at the top of the steps. There is a big, old-fashioned street light standing just outside the door. As I go through the door, Freddy reaches over and flips a switch on the side of the pole. The glow of the red light fills the hallway. He calls out, “Line forms on the left” and closes the door behind him.
Freddy doesn’t seem to get as big this time, but he is still a lot larger than anything I have ever had in my cunt before. He pounds into me for almost seven minutes and then falls almost unconscious on my body.
The rest of the night starts to blur together. As it gets closer to morning, I start losing count. I know there were more than a couple dozen frat members and at least a dozen sorority girls. Two of the girls had dildo harnesses and wanted to ram into me from the back. I think it was a feeling of power for them, but it still gave me what I wanted. One girl wanted to try the scissors, “Just in case I need to know how some day,” she said. The other girls just wanted me to eat them out. I think they thought I would get grossed out because they were full of cum, but I’ve seen– and done– just about everything, so it was no big deal.
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