Smut Til You Drop (8 page)

Mark was also giving his slacks a run for
their money. I looked at him and smiled and then leaned over and
kissed Megan on the mouth. A slow, deep kiss with tongues exploring
each other’s open mouths made both men shift in their seats. Megan
began to grab my breasts in return. Although most other patrons
were far across the bar, John suggested we move the party up to our
room. Megan and I slowly stood and bent over at the waist to pick
up our purses and expose our asses and the color of our g-strings.
Then, we deliberately put one foot in front of the other, swinging
our hips in an exaggerated fashion while walking in as close to a
straight line as we could muster under the influence.

In the elevator, we began to kiss and fondle
each other again, mostly because it was really fun getting the men
so worked up. I don’t know what it is about the idea of two girls
getting together but just about every guy in the world is turned on
by it, and if he’s not, he’s very, very gay. Ding. We stepped off
the elevator and looked back at the boys. They were standing at
attention all right! Both pairs of slacks straining against the
fabric and their cocks struggling to get released and join in the
fun. 

We laughed, gave them the come here wave
with our index fingers and opened up the door to our suite. As soon
as the door opened, John pushed Megan against the wall and began
kissing her hard. Mark again stood watching unsure what to do. So,
I pushed him against the wall and kissed him just as violently.
Even if he was shy, his cock was not. It was pushing into my mid
section like a baseball bat. I giggled and ran my hand down to his
groin to keep it from bruising me as much as to let him know that
tonight was about fucking. 

He gasped when my hand found his crotch
through the fabric and then again when I unbuttoned his pants,
unzipped them and slipped my hand around his shaft. Mark seemed to
finally get the picture or the tequila shots had taken hold. Either
way, he began to kiss me back and moved me over to the couch. He
sat down and I knelt on the floor in front of him. Normally, I’m
not a big fan of cock sucking but when you have a guy who sucks in
his breath so loud that it makes you smirk and you know that
anything you do, he’ll be damn grateful for, the more I could
control him the more I got off. So, I bent down and licked the tip
of his dick, popped just the top in my mouth, and then I went all
the way down his shaft as quickly as I could. He drew in his breath
so loud I thought the neighbors could hear us. I giggled a little
to myself which only made him get louder. I giggled again
remembering that with his cock in my throat, giggling must do all
kinds of things to him. I began to play with my breasts and push
them up and around his balls. After all, I wanted to get his cock
in me soon and wasn’t planning on being on my knees for very
long.

 
Meanwhile, Megan and
John were already fucking up against the far wall. I could hear her
getting off and it made me swallow Mark’s cock even more. I could
see him watching them, then me, then them. Careful buddy, there is
no way you are going to finish without me even getting started! I
backed off and began to stroke his cock slowly. Then, he got up off
the couch, found the box of condoms, did his thing and came back to
his seat. I straddled his lap. I began to rub my pussy and my ass
up and down and around his cock without putting it in. He was
watching my breasts. Megan began to get very loud. We were both
breathing heavy and hearing her get ready to cum was about to send
us both over the edge. I pushed my g-string to the side and slipped
him in me.

This time we both gasped. I began to ride
him, harder and harder as Meagan  screamed. Yes! Fuck! Yes!
FUCK! YES! FUCK! YES! FUUUUCKKKKK!  YYYYEEEESSSS! Pretty soon
I was the one cussing and that only made Meagan’s orgasm last even
longer! I moved my hips so that Mark was as far in me as he would
go and I began to shudder. I sat there for a full minute with him
doing nothing but watching me cum all over his cock. After my pussy
began to slow it’s pulsing down, he lifted me off of him, placed me
on the couch next to him and began to lick my cunt. HOLY SHIT! That
was something I had never experienced before. With just the right
amount of orgasm left in me and I began to shudder again. This
time, he stuck his fingers in me and began to finger fuck me as he
nibbled and sucked on my clit. HOLY FUCK! Megan was clearly
re-aroused by this as she came over and began to suck and grab my
tits. SHIT! John watching the show was clearly not just going to
sit this one out. He moved Megan’s ass so he could fuck her from
behind as she continued to help get me off again. Watching him
pound into her and feeling Mark’s fingers pound into me sent me
shuddering yet again. Only this time, he stuck his fingers as far
in as they would go and curled them so as to try to reach my clit
from within while sucking my clit. OH FUCK! I began bucking against
his hand in my cunt and Megan’s mouth on my tits and felt myself
cum yet again.

This went on for hours. Every time Megan or
I got off, it turned the other on so much that the cycle was pretty
much unending. Eventually we were out of condoms and out of energy.
John and Mark had gone home and Megan and I passed out. In the
morning, we found ourselves happy to done with finals, done with
responsibility and done with Mark and John. Lucky for me, we
weren’t quite done with each other.

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Looking To
Party

College Daze: Volume Six

Now anyone from Southern California knows
that the place to go to blow off some steam after finals are over
is Vegas. If you’re not yet 21, you buy or borrow a fake ID and hit
the I-15 with whatever cash you can get for your textbooks and hope
lady luck is on your
side.           

My sophomore year was a tough one. The
classes were not all that difficult but the professors I was stuck
with were a group of pompous jackasses who the university had on
staff because they are frequently published and bring notoriety;
being able to present new material in a way students could
understand didn’t appear to be a factor at all in their hiring
decisions. So by the time winter break rolled around, I had
squeaked by, barely passed my classes and was thrilled to know
which names to avoid like the plague when registering in the
future. I was also desperate for some mind-blowing, carefree
fun!         

Thankfully, my friend Tiffany was always up
for Vegas, mostly because she was always up for something crazy.
She was the only girl I knew who didn’t care who she slept with,
men, women, or both. As long as the person or persons were good
looking with a great body she would go home with them, or to the
car, or even to the restroom for a good fuck. Me, I’d have to be
really drunk to even consider having sex in a public place, but
Tiffany was good for that too. She could drink most people under
the table without even trying. She was the perfect person to call
to forget all about the last semester, within a day, I’d be good as
new, or better.        

Tiffany was gorgeous. She had black hair,
dark skin, firm, perky breasts and an ass that looked way too good
in a short skirt. She and I had become friends back when we were
cocktail waitresses, me to pay for college and her until she found
the rich sugar daddy she was waiting for. She’d met quite a few
loaded guys over the years, but most were married which meant that
while she was busy occasionally, most of her weekends were
free.           

I had booked us a room at the MGM but one
look at Tiffany and the front desk manager bumped us up to a suite
and send up a complementary bottle of champagne. Somehow Tiff got
the room service guy to switch it out for a bottle of tequila, my
favorite, and a bottle of Jack, which was hers. We were doing shots
before we even got out of our heels. I needed to get drunk and even
more, I needed to get some. Tiffany and I would find our way to the
bar and hook up with a couple of muscle-bound guys soon enough but
I was ready to get this party started. The suite had a Jacuzzi tub
which was a perfect way to get naked without feeling too weird
about hitting on a girl. After all, chicks are not usually my
preference but at that moment, I just needed to get off, at least
once, and Tiffany was looking more and more like the person for the
job.           

I grabbed my bottle of tequila which was
rapidly disappearing and headed to the bathroom. I started the
giant tub and came back out to the wet bar. “I’m getting wet,” I
said, a little smile tickling my lips. Then I turned around and
took my top off as I slowly walked back toward the bathroom. Before
I got there, my bra was also tossed on the floor. Now, Tiffany is a
little slow in a lot of ways but sex isn’t one of them.

She grabbed her bottle and began to follow
my trail of clothing. She watched me slip out of my skirt and thong
and into the tub. She leaned against the doorway and just watched
for a minute. My body isn’t quite as toned as Tiff’s. I’m at least
a cup size larger and two inches taller but I can hold my own. Just
to prove it to her, I grabbed the washcloth and started rubbing it
along my arms, legs, breasts, stomach, and crotch. Tiff’s breath
caught when the washcloth disappeared for a minute and my head
rolled back. I took my other hand and grabbed my breast. I raised
it to my mouth and began to suck on my nipple. Then, I slipped my
fingers inside my warm pussy. My eyes were half closed and for a
second I thought maybe Tiff was just going to watch the show, not
actually star in it. I looked at her, licked my lips slowly and
then began to pull harder at my breasts.

 
Tiff got the
message. She placed the bottle on the counter and started to peel
out of her clothes. First, she pulled her top off over her head and
let her long, black hair cover her back and part of her right
breast. Next she bent over at the waist and unzipped her tiny
skirt. She slipped out of it with her perfect ass staring me right
in the face. Her white lace bra and panties were striking against
her dark skin. She dropped one bra strap off her shoulder, then the
other. Then she turned away from me and unhooked and dropped the
bra to the floor. With her back to me, she slowly peeled out of her
panties and stood their bending over with her beautiful ass just
out of reach. Finally, she turned to me and smiled. Of course, she
was being a tease about the whole thing and the process of
undressing was taking fucking forever, so I was soaking wet (and
not just from the water) by the time she got in. I took a deep
breath to calm myself. No use cumming right there without anyone
even touching me! I took the washcloth and started to slowly rub it
along her arms, legs, stomach, and breasts. I was very careful to
avoid her the area between her legs, trying to make her squirm like
she had just done to
me.           

But Tiff was going to make it clear that she
waits for no man, or woman as the case may be. She turned on the
jets to high, swung her gorgeous ass to the side and proceeded to
plant her pussy right on the jet to the right of me. She began to
move back and forth just enough so that the water was pushing on
her clit, then her pussy, then her asshole. Back and forth, back
and forth. She wasn’t embarrassed in the slightest. Good thing I
was drunk, so I wasn’t either. Tiff was clearly enjoying herself
and spending longer and longer with the chosen jet on each of her
three parts. She reached for the knob controlling the speed and
began to slow the jets down when it hit her ass and up to medium on
her clit and high when her pussy had the stream of full force
bubbles that were clearly getting her to where she wanted to go. I
moved closer to her and began to suck on her nipples and nibble on
them just enough that she gasped aloud. Then, I reached down and
began to rub her parts that were currently neglected by the jet.
She kissed me hard with her tongue down my throat when she jammed
her ass onto the water with her pussy taking the pounding. Yes.
Fuck. Yes! Fuck! YES! YES! YES! FUCK!!! 

Well, that seemed like a damn good idea. I
wasn’t about to let her have all the fun. If there had been a
mirror on the ceiling, it would have been quite a sight, the two of
us straddling opposite sides of the tub. It didn’t take long at all
for me to straddle my own raging stream of water and air and cum
with screams of pleasure to match hers. That was apparently what
Tiffany had been waiting for, as she grabbed my breasts and started
sucking on them feverishly. She put her other hand in between my
legs and slipped her fingers inside me. I was already as wet as I
could get so it was easy for her to get rough without resistance.
As I was about to cum again, she made me get out and sit on the
edge of the tub. Her fingers were again finding their way in and
out but now she leaned down and began to nibble and suck on my
clit. I threw my head back and gave into her. She licked and sucked
and nibbled for what felt like hours. I found myself somewhere in
the haze that you feel when you’ve had plenty of alcohol and you’re
inhibitions are long gone. I wasn’t quite sure if I would remember
all the details of the evening but it didn’t matter. My stress was
long gone thanks to my dear friend who clearly had a better idea of
what she was doing than I did when it came to sex.
           

We never made it to the club that night. In
the morning there were two almost empty bottles of booze and every
chair, bed and couch it the place looked like it had served us
well. I never did find my black lace bra or thong and I have no
idea how I lost them. Eighteen weeks of college stress had been
washed away in less than 8 hours. We had two more days left in
Vegas and I was now ready for anything, and I’m sure that was
exactly what Tiffany had in
mind!