I secured my V.I.P. status among the fraternities pretty early on during my first year of college. I loved the attention I was receiving, and I didn’t do anything to hide that fact.
I was standing in a group of people watching the roulette of drinking games taking place, just enjoying the music and the atmosphere. I rarely play drinking games because I am absolutely terrible at all of them. I’m a much better cheerleader. I can provide moral support much better than I can throw a ball into a red cup filled with beer. I felt strong arms wrap around my waist from behind, and the smell of cologne engulfed me. Soft lips kissed my neck, and then I felt a little nibble on the lobe of my ear. At first, I didn’t know who it was, but the rough stubble against my cheek from a short beard gave him away. It was Alex, my latest conquest. “Are you having fun?” he asked.
I smiled back at him and gave him a quick kiss. “Of course!” I said as I worked on my third vodka soda. I love that feeling of freedom at the start of a good buzz. His hands rubbed my thighs, which my short skirt was doing a poor job of concealing. Alex pulled me back against his body. I could feel the heat radiating off of him. I knew he wanted me, which triggered the part of my brain that men love.
“Come with me,” he said. I didn’t argue. I let him guide me away from the crowd and into a bathroom, just off of the main living room of the frat house. He pulled me inside and closed the door behind us. He kissed my neck and bit me playfully. I was worried he would leave a mark but not worried enough to say anything. His hand lifted my skirt, and I was pushed onto my tiptoes, and he began exploring what was underneath. I moaned but did my best to keep the noise to a reasonable level. The sound passed my lips as a soft purr. I knew we weren’t in the bathroom for a romantic session of lovemaking. Alex was horny and wanted to fuck, so I wasn’t surprised or disappointed when he turned me around facing the bathroom mirror.
I placed my hands on the edge of the counter to brace myself for what was coming. “You’re always ready for some dick, aren’t you,” he asked. Of course, he knew the answer, but I responded with an obedient head nod anyway. “Good,” he said. I knew the momentary disappearance of his hands meant he was slipping on a condom.
I felt his fingers return to the wet spot forming in the center of my thin panties. He pushed them to the side. A thick finger began to probe inside of me and there was no hiding how turned on I was. I watched him in the mirror as I felt a second finger enter me. I rocked my hips back and forth, urging him to push deeper. He looked up and our eyes connected. A devious smile curled my lips.
His fingers slid from my tight slit, leaving me feeling empty and wanting more. Alex grabbed the hair just above the nape of my neck and pulled my body against his. I gasped in pleasure. My body was his, and he knew it. His wet fingers teased my red lips and I sucked at them eagerly, tasting my excitement. He pushed me hard against the bathroom counter, and before I could look up, his thick cock was inside me. I fought back a loud moan as my pussy stretched to accommodate his girth.
Alex was a bit taller than me, and his thick cock forced me onto my tiptoes. He pushed my body forward, and thrust into me hard. I loved it. It didn’t take long before he came, and I wished there wasn’t a condom separating me from his cum.
He disposed of the condom and pulled his pants up. Then, he left the bathroom with a quick slap on my ass. I took a second to compose myself.
The lack messy kisses left my makeup intact, and I ran my fingers through my blonde hair to get it all back in place. I turned to go, but the door opened as I reached for the handle. Lewis, one of Alex’s friends, walked in. At first, I apologized for not locking the door, thinking it was some kind of mistake, but the smile on his face told me it wasn’t.
I smiled back at Lewis and bit my lower lip, locking my emerald, green eyes with the brown of his. I knew what he wanted, and the lingering passion between my legs left me feeling insatiable. I sank to my knees in front of him and started working his belt free. My mouth had to do very little work before his cock was standing straight at attention like a good little soldier. Lewis kept me on all fours instead of bending me over the counter like Alex had.
He slid a condom on and took his position behind me. He wasn’t as thick as Alex, but he was a good bit longer. It is incredible how the subtle differences from one cock to the next can drastically change the way it feels. He worked his cock in and out, the head of his long cock punching against my cervix with every thrust. Unlike Alex, he was savoring the moment. I reached between my legs and found my clit. Like any girl, I have the magic touch and was able to quickly bring myself to a small orgasm. Lewis loved and decided to join me.
He cleaned himself up and left, and I quickly repeated the same routine from earlier. This time, I didn’t wait around, on the off chance I would receive another visitor. I was eager to get back to the party and knew there would be plenty of time for more fun later.
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