Uno Mas.

There we sat, 6 of us in the [REDACTED] studies group of [REDACTED] university decided to spend an erstwhile evening drinking cheap hooch.

Eventually, the subject turned to sex and our host/instigator (a romanian ex-pat with alabaster skin and fantastic tits) suggested we play truth or dare.

After a couple of warm-up rounds consisting of a little girl-on-girl, guy-on-girl, guy-on-guy kissing and few displays of self-abuse (ie. nude mastabatory exhibitions set to classical orchestral works) and after consuming an alarming amount of cheap red wine, we knuckled down to some serious perversion.

[REDACTED] was a sensual explosion of a woman with warm freckled skin the color of creamed coffee, and reddish curly hair, the product of Venezuela's 300 year history of interbreeding. She was an elite of the Venezuelan social hierarchy, sent to America for finishing school. Her gymnastic skills were only equaled by her enthusiasm. The dice spin, and the command came down: "strip and shower for the group". Without complaint, she wriggled out of her v-neck and cotton yoga pants, delightfully void of an underlayer, and made for the apartment's closet-sized bathroom, the rest of us slack-jawed at the perfect skin and artful display of depilatory talent our friend had displayed for the first time.

We crowded around, uncomfortably close in the confined space, but unwilling to miss out as this young lady flushed warm water over her red curls, round curves and glistening sex as she stretched and flexed for us. After several minutes and a half-cup of foaming soap application, she looked at the remaining 5 of us.

"Doesn't anyone want to join me?" she said, running her hands down the outside of her breasts, with eyes large and a latin accent. "Don't you?" she asked, holding her sex and looking into my eyes.

"You bet!" I said, removing my pants fast enough to break the sound barrier and shatter windows for three blocks around.

My enormous, painful erection leapt upward, signaling my interest like a giant, throbbing upvote.

Our well-endowed romanian hostess [REDACTED] squeaked happily, "that is a BIG DICK" and gave it a friendly thwack, causing it to bob up and down like the metronome at the Boston Symphony Orchestra.

Shyly, I climbed into the shower and made a scholarly study of the shampoo rack, even as the latina bombshell cupped my balls and slid a sly hand up and down my shaft in a testing stroke.

"That's a big rod for a white boy" she purred, pulling herself up my leg and flexed her thighs tightly as she slid up and down.

I squeezed her neck gently and pulled her in for a kiss, the remaining four of our group cheering (and stroking themselves, in various states of disrobe).

We lubricated: three different shampoos, two different conditioners, one bar of exotic coconut oil, it made no difference. Front to back, back to front, up high, down low, I stroked my cock on every inch of her skin, teasing out our display.

"That's enough," she said after 5 minutes, snatching closed the shower curtain and dismissing our voyeurs.

She sank to her knees and took my cock in her mouth, her beautiful brown eyes smiling up at me. She swallowed, convulsively, her nose touching my belly as she completely encompassed my cock, and she began gently stroking in and out the tip of her tongue tracing the underside of my manhood.

The showerwater rushing down traced off my chest and flooded down my belly, creating a rush at the terminus of my sex, channeling all of the water into the face and mouth of this beautiful Latina.

She choked on the rush, warm water flooding her. She stood up, gripped my cock in one and and stood on her tiptoes.

"Mas" she whispered, stroking my cock, "mucho mas".

I placed my hands on the walls of the shower stall, and leaned forward, the tip of my cock nuzzling into the warm squeeze of her cunt.

"Ai. Ai. Ai!" she moaned, as I pressed deeper and deeper in into her snatch. I reached up and grabbed and handful of red-brown curls and pulled, one hand on her hip, the other hand lifting her upward, driving her up with each thrust, on to her toes, stretching her long from hip to shoulder as I pounder away from below.

Our wet fucking became a roar in his of the shower, her, screaming in spanish I didn't understand, with the occasional cheer coming from the other room when a particularly loud scream would penetrate the room.

My intensity grew. I slid both my hand upward, twined in both her palms and spread her as far as I could, my cock sliding in the rich wet confines of her cunt, pulling all the way out, sliding up and down the curves of her fantastic bottom, playing the tip of her asshole, and plunging back into sloppy wet of her sex.

I reached back and cranked the temperature of the shower up to scalding, and the hot water raced down on both of us, pinking our skin and making us fight for position. She broke free from our reverse fucking, whipped around to face me. She grabbed my fiercely in one hand and squeezed while she gave me the devil's grin.

"al frente, pendeho" she whispered, squeezing even tighter.

I turned off the water and she led me, by the balls, to the floor of the bathroom, forcing me to the bottom. She slid on top of me, slick with sweat and moisture from the heat, grasping my neck with one hand and stroking her pussy with the other.

"rapido" she whispered, bucking her hips against mine. We fucked; we fucked more, we continued to fuck, we conjugated the entire verb, in every position, in every hole.

At one point, somebody from the other room must have felt guilty because they cracked open the door and threw in a handful of condoms, but it was way too late for that. At a rough estimate, 83% of the visible surface of that bathroom was covered in cum or vaginal fluid.

From here, I can remember nothing distinct, only 3rd person accounts, reconstructed from accounts gathered from people 2 rooms away.

We fucked. The carpet shredded. We fucked. The perfumes and gels fell from the walls. We fucked. The windows cracked. We fucked. The hot water ran out. We fucked. The fire alarms went off. We fucked. The rest of the party gave up and went home. We fucked.

At some point, several hours later, I awoke, spread-eagle on a bathroom floor with the shambles of a proper debauch around me. A gorgeous coffee-skinned woman, with her cheek rested on my thigh, gamely tried to stir my cock back to attention with her tongue. She making small comforting sounds like a sleepy animal and stroked my balls.

"Uno mas?" she teased, arching her back.

"Uno mas" I agreed, grabbing a shampoo bottle.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3oy9gi/uno_mas