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Frat Party
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Frat Party
[An Erotic Story by Deiter Pennmann]
Vicky opened her mailbox. In it was a professionally
printed invitation to a fraternity party. Delta Ipsilon
Kappa was having a come-alone mixer. That is, everyone would
show up sans date and find a companion there. Vicky thought
it sounded kind of exciting.
She arrived at the frat house just after eight this
Friday night. She was supposed to meet one of her
girlfriends here who had also received an invitation. So far
there was no sign of Tammy.
***
As the night wore on, Tammy never showed. Vicky found
herself attracted to Tom, a strong, muscular type who was
involved in a myriad of clubs and activities. Vicky had
drank a "good amount" of punch (actually spiked to an
incredible 190 proof throughout the evening). Her
conversational tone had quickly become raunchy babble as the
alcohol prompted her to say whatever came to mind.
Tom thought Vicky was extremely sexy. He sauntered over
to her and made conversation.
***
It was not long before Tom was leading Vicky upstairs to
his private room. As he climbed the stairs, preceded by the
lovely girl, he felt his cock hardening and rubbing against
his legs.
Vicky twisted the knob on the bedroom door and
practically pulled Tom into the room. He flicked on the
light and surprised a freshman Delta Ipsilon Kappa who was
pumping out his girl. 17 year-old Jim pulled out of his
honey just as his cock spewed a big wad.
"Get the fuck outta my room. Both of you!" Tom yelled.
Jim and his woman hastily dressed and ran out of the room.
***
Tom locked the door behind him and then went over to
Vicky who was staring at the cum stains on the messed-up
sheets of the bed.
She wheeled around and grabbed Tom around the neck and
brought his lips down to meet hers. Their kiss was long and
sensuous.
Tom pushed gently on Vicky and sat her on the bed. He
worked out of his jacket and tossed it to the floor. Vicky
grabbed his tie and loosened it, then began working at the
buttons of his shirt. Soon she was rubbing his hairy chest
and smelling his sweat.
Tom enjoyed the rubbing and had to reciprocate. He
reached behind her and unzipped her dress to the end of her
spine. She easily slid out of it and allowed him to remove
her bra.
Tom decided it was time to get naked. He stood up and
removed all his clothes. He presented his naked body to
Vicky. She admired his penis which, while not huge, was big
enough for her needs. She grabbed him by it and pulled him
closer. She caressed it and traced its form with her hands.
She gently fondled his testicles, loving the hairiness of his
scrotum.
Tom closed his eyes and rolled his head back as Vicky
took the pre-cum glistened glans of his rod into her luscious
lips. Her tongue ground slowly and warmly along the
sensitive underside of his peter. She sucked his salty
juices and was filled with electric joy whenever a burst of
clear pre-cum would come down his dick. She could only
imagine her happiness would be exponentially greater when he
finally ejaculated, be it in her cunt or her mouth.
Vicky lay back on the bed. Her dress was still half-on.
Tom saw to it that it became all-off quite quickly.
***
Vicky gasped with erotic joy when she felt Tom's
powerful, varsity hands grip her waist and slide up to her
stiff-peaked nipples. Tom kneaded her breasts beneath his
hands. He brought his curled tongue down on her nipples and
made little circles with his licks. Then he buried his face
between her swollen tits and kissed madly at the fragrant
flesh.
Vicky lay looking upward. The room was dimly lit. She
noticed footprints on the ceiling. She wondered how they got
there (but she would not ask. They were left by a horny
sophomore guy in the heat of a wild session of masturbation
that had him virtually standing on his head). She felt the
warmth in her pussy and wanted some cooling cum to put out
the fire. Her abdomen felt like it would explode with the
butterflies that had taken over her innards; She had lost
all reason. Her whole being revolved around her glistening
slit between her legs. "When are you going in?" she thought.
Tom felt his manhood pounding between his thighs. Every
tiny air current that passed his balls and throbbing penis
was registered. He was sure that he was gushing pre-cum.
Vicky put her legs around Tom's body in an effort to
bring him nearer. She stroked one hand through his thick,
brown hair and with the other she rubbed his ass.
Tom slid down to Vicky's navel. He poked his tongue out
and made a large circle around it, then plunged South and
plowed his mouth through the furrow of her vagina. He tasted
her sweet fluids and smelled her fine perfume.
Vicky could hardly contain herself. She instinctively
gyrated her lower body. If only his cock were in her, she
would be moaning in ecstasy.
Tom judged Vicky to be good and wet inside. He slid up
over her. His shining cock hovered over her pounding cunt.
She arched her back and signaled it was the moment.
Tom put the tip of his penis into her vagina and slid
around gently, lubricating her further with his egg white-
like juices. He saw that with each of his self-pleasing
swirls, she was also enjoying it. Gradually he worked his
way deeper into her, finally filling her completely with his
mass.
Vicky felt full with Tom's volume in her loins. She
felt his hair body pressed fully against hers, their sweat
mingling and filling the air with a primal odor.
Tom pumped and thrust slowly, being sure to rub her in
all the right places and in the course get himself some good
feelings.
Soon enough things started to get out of control. No
longer was their sex act a conscious coordination of bodily
movements. It became something that their bodies controlled.
The thrusting became longer and faster. Vicky's breathing
stopped for the second or two it took for Tom to stroke each
way with his stud.
Soon Tom's breathing sounded increasingly labored.
Vicky sensed his time was coming. His thrusts became
shorter- only serving to push him to the edge. His scrotum
bobbed back and forth between her legs.
Vicky screamed as, from almost nowhere, her orgasm
arrived like a fighter jet from over the horizon. Her whole
being tensed. Sweat poured from her body. She dug her
fingernails into Tom, drawing blood, though in his state of
heightened arousal he did not feel it.
Tom felt the familiar tension build in his body. A
final thrust was all it took. He felt his glands tense
between his legs. He felt a spurt of cum shoot from his
tool, then a greater orgasmic rush overtook him. He felt as
if his eyes would burst. He saw stars. Then he jetted his
warm, clammy, white semen deep into Vicky. She felt his
warmth fill her and spray her parts with his manhood's
chemical manifestation.
Tom withdrew after some post-orgasmic thrusting. Vicky
felt coolness return to her insides with the absence of his
cock.
Tom rolled off to her side and gently suckled her breast
as his hard-on diminished slowly in heart-beat timed
decompressions. Vicky sighed and sat up. She gently
massaged the inside of Tom's thighs and noticed his dick was
hardening again.
Vicky drew close to it and inspected the slimy, wet
surface. She gripped it and slid her lips across the
soft, red tip. She drew her mouth back only an inch and
produced a milky string of cum which she sucked in.
Vicky went down on Tom and ground her tongue along his
length. She watched his stomach muscles contract whenever
she stimulated his particularly well.
In only minutes, Tom felt tension within him again. He
tried to say something to warn Vicky, but his cock burst
another stream of bleach-smelling cum into her lovely mouth.
She had sensed it was coming (yeah!). She swallowed every
drop he gave, which was not as much as before, of course.
***
How long they lay side-by-side, caressing each other,
Vicky could not remember the next day. She only knew she
felt great. She only knew she could not wait until the next
frat party.
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