HALLOWEEN WITH SHAUNA part3
by Porn Review Blog “No, there’s too much beer on the floor already. I don’t like screwing
in beer. Let’s find a room.” I didn’t ask how she’d formed her opinions
about screwing in beer, but just followed her as she headed off to find
a good room. The imp in her had taken over that night, and she insisted
on using a room not too far from the party, so we could hear the music,
and so there’d be just a chance of getting caught.
“What if someone walks in on us?” I asked. I wasn’t really worried. If
we’d survived the locker-room orgy where we first met, one uninvited
guest wouldn’t be a problem.
“Let ‘em find us. I’ll fuck ‘em all!” she said. By this point, I was
starting to worry, just a bit. You see, I had no doubt that under the
right conditions, she *could* fuck the entire fraternity, their dates,
and the guys in the band, and still want more. And that seemed to be
what she was looking for this time.
We found an empty bedroom, a small single, about 5 doors up the hall,
and let ourselves in. Like most fraternity bedrooms I’ve seen, it had
all the amenities: Loft, laundry on the floor, Penthouse and Sports
Illustrated pictures on the wall, packs of condoms on the dresser, etc.
Shauna picked up the condoms. “Look at this!” she said. “Unlubricated!
This guy must not think at all about what the girl wants!”
“Maybe he only fucks little flash-floods like you, and he doesn’t need
lubricated ones?” I suggested. I grabbed for her ass, but she dodged
me, and started rummaging around some more. It seemed she was enjoying
this for more than just sexual reasons.
“No, wait, here we go! Large economy size, yet!” She had found a
squeeze tube of lubricant, and had started smearing it on her fingers.
“Not bad,” she said. “Better than KY. Hell of a lot better than
Vaseline.” Again, I decided not to ask, although I was sure she was
dying to tell me the story. I decided a more direct approach was in
order, so I scooped her up and tried to put her on the loft. “Not the
loft!” she protested, “I want to get fucked in the laundry.” By this
time, I was sure she was either a lot crazier or a lot drunker than I’d
originally believed. But, as always, I had to give in. The fact that
she was now on her knees, sucking on my dick through the fabric of my
costume might’ve influenced my decision. I pushed her back over into
the laundry, and started pulling off her clothes. Unfortunately, our
costumes weren’t built for quickies, and I had to get her completely
naked, except for the mask. She squirmed around through the entire
process, not really resisting, but making it damned difficult anyway.
As soon as I got her jacket and leotard off, I went after her breasts,
trying to suck on them, since I know that’s the quickest way to get her
totally involved. She wasn’t going for it this time, though, and she
rolled over on her stomach, and brought her knees up under her, so that
her sweet little rear end was sticking straight up in the air. She
…End of the part3. To be continued..