Junior Year Box Set

I found a buffet, made myself a sandwich, and grabbed a bottle of water. I was halfway done with my snack when a bottled blond who needed her roots fixed headed towards me. Her rear and boobs had hand marks on them like she’d been treated rough. When the blond got closer, it looked like she had still-wet semen in her hair and on her face and breasts. This girl simply screamed trouble, and I was more than a little grossed-out. It looked like she must have taken on two or three guys.

“Want to have some fun, big guy?” she asked.

“Thank you, but I’ve already promised someone else,” I said, trying to be diplomatic.

The blond dropped down in front of me and tried to grab my member.

“No,” I said and stepped back.

God only knew what she’d been up to and where her mouth had been. Worse would be what I might catch.

“What do you mean, ‘no’?” she asked.

“Barbara Lynn, you know the rules,” our hostess said, appearing out of nowhere. “You’ve been warned. It looks like you’ve also broken the house rule and had sex without a condom. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

Barbara Lynn looked like she was going to protest, but our hostess had an edge to her that made Barbara Lynn think better of it.

I finished my sandwich and drink. I saw a college couple look my way, and the girl came over to me. She had large, natural breasts that swayed as she walked across the room.

“I hear you’re good. Would you like to show me?” she asked.

I had a twinge because of my rule about not sleeping with a girl who was either married or had a boyfriend. Obviously, her better half had sent her over here with the full knowledge of what we would do. She grasped my member and led me to a bedroom on the ground floor.

She pushed me on my back and put a condom on me. There was no foreplay, as she simply mounted me and began to use me as a human sex toy. Even though going to a swingers party and having random sex was a new experience, I wasn’t sure if I liked it. I preferred sex that had more of a personal connection, but I’d promised myself to try new experiences. I decided to just go with it.

That was when I realized what was off. I was normally in control. It felt like this woman was using me. While I’m not opposed to fulfilling a fantasy, I’m usually the one who decides what we’re doing. It’s a lot like dancing: someone needs to lead.

I was brought back to the present when she came like a screaming banshee. Holy Crap! She about burst my eardrum when she got off. I pulled out and left her to enjoy the afterglow of her orgasms.

I came out of the bedroom to find the black girl I’d had sex with earlier with a cute brown-haired girl with blue eyes that captivated me.

“There he is. You have to try him,” my lover said.

The new girl looked me up and down and then checked out my hard manhood. She had a feral look that told me I would enjoy this. We found a bedroom, and I decided enough with the quick sex and the women just using me. I slowed her down and gave her a massage to relax her. I’ve yet to meet a girl who doesn’t enjoy a good rub down. I just wished I had my massage oils so I could do the job right.

“Oh God, that feels so good,” she almost purred.

I spent a long time on her firm little butt. When I rolled her over, I continued to massage her but added my lips, tongue, and teeth. This girl was a wiggler as I focused on giving her pleasure. She had a sexy way of squirming under my ministrations. When I finally made my way to her sex, she about went out of her mind. She was one of those girls who, once she began to climax, did so again and again. She was the kind of girl every guy should meet at least once to make his ego feel good. I swear everything I did seemed to cause her to get off again.

I was sure her cries of pleasure could be heard all over the house. When I finally mounted her and began to do her in earnest, she was a writhing mess. I’d never had a girl who was constantly in motion. I have to admit, it was sexy as hell.

When we finally found our release, I didn’t stop but continued to caress and suck and lick the spots on her body I’d found that excited her. When I felt myself recover, I put on another condom. I rolled her over and took her from behind. It was all I could do to hang onto her hips and not have her buck me off. This girl made up for all the average sex I had ever had in my life. I wanted to pack her in my duffle bag and take her home with me. It wouldn’t be creepy if I chained her to my bed, would it?

At one point I slipped out, and when I pushed back in, she froze. I looked down and saw Mr. Happy buried in her behind.

“I’m sorry,” I said and started to pull out.

“No! Wait!” she said. “It’s been a while. Just give me a minute.”

I left half myself in her bottom and looked down to see her slowly push back against me and take me to the hilt. She felt great. When she was ready, she did me as much as I did her. She stuck two fingers into her sex and rubbed while I took her backside. She came once more, and I pounded her and unloaded again.