and kissed her on the mouth, untying the bathrobe with one hand and
easing the door shut with the other. I found out later, Shauna had
wrapped her legs around the guy’s head at that moment, to keep him from
seeing or hearing anything. The girl, who was drunk, stupid, horny, or
all of the above, didn’t offer me any resistance as I pulled off her
robe and eased her down onto the floor.
Back in the laundry pile, I thought. I can’t wait to get home and make
love to my girlfriend in the good old missionary position in a good old
bed. In the meantime, I’d gotten this girl I’d never even seen naked on
the floor of some stranger’s room, while he ate my girlfriend’s pussy in
a loft above us. Shauna lost it then, and started moaning. “What’s
that?” the genius under me asked, and she actually believed me when I
said it was just a couple of friends. I took my mouth off her tits,
which were nice, but much smaller than Shauna’s, and spun around to
start licking her pussy. It, conversely, was nice, but much larger than
Shauna’s. I guessed she must’ve done this sort of thing fairly often.
Then she surprised me, because in spite of what she’d told the other
guy, she slid my cock into her mouth and started sucking it, and not
like a first-timer, either. Great, I thought, anything to keep her from
talking. I had other reasons not to complain, of course. Meantime,
Shauna and her playmate had apparently quit fooling around, because I
heard her offering to get on top, and then the whole loft started to
shake. Headlines of ‘Four Killed In Fraternity Sex Disaster’ flashed
through my mind, so I started sucking my new partner’s clit with even
more determination. She began writhing around, but didn’t miss a stroke
in sucking me off.
What happened next can only be described as a sexual chain reaction.
Shauna was apparently doing quite a job on herself and her anonymous
partner, because she started in with her usual deep growls, then started
moaning out loud, the way she does when she’s really worked for an
orgasm. He went off next, grunting and panting. From what Shauna told
me later, he was very well equipped, and when he started pounding into
her for the last time, she got a little scared that he might actually
hurt her. Fortunately, he didn’t keep it up for too long. Then my
friend on the floor and I both started going at the same time. She
started thrusting her hips, jamming her cunt against my lips and filling
my mouth with her sweet juices. I sent a couple of spurts down her
throat, and then she pulled her head back and started jerking me off. I
couldn’t tell for sure, but I guess she wanted to get the load on her
face. Kind of unusual for a girl who had earlier said that blow jobs
were gross, but I don’t try to explain women. After all, it was a woman
who’d gotten me into this in the first place.
A few minutes later, they guy in the loft and the girl on the floor were
both starting to fall asleep, and I heard Shauna excuse herself to go
look for the bathroom. I did the same, and we quickly gathered up our
clothes, pulled on enough to be decent, and let ourselves out. The
party had ended about an hour before, but a couple of guys were still
cleaning up, and they said goodnight to us as we left the building.
On the walk back to my apartment, Shauna and I exchanged stories, and
laughed about what we’d just done. What *would* the couple in that room
do when they woke up the next morning, with him in the loft, her on the
floor, and completely different recollections of the last time they’d
done it? And how would they ever explain the baby blue tights, one
white glove, and pair of fake fangs we hadn’t managed to locate in the
dark? Shauna and I agreed that it’d been a good night, and she
suggested making love again once we got home. It was a nice idea, but
by the time we got there, she was falling asleep, so I carried her to my
room, undressed her again, and tucked her in. After all, there was
still the next morning to look forward to.
— Ghostwheel
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David Zinkin (drz@po.cwru.edu) — Rochester General Hospital Radiology
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Prisoner of CHEM 302 & 305 and SMAFU (Situation Marriott, all f***ed up)
