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I anxiously tapped my foot in the foyer of our large suburban home in Lemont Furnace, Pennsylvania. It was Friday night and my best friend Gina was supposed to be picking me up at 8 p.m. It was already five minutes after, so obviously she must be having problems with her new babysitter again. God, it was times like these when I was happy I didn’t have children. She always seemed to be putting out fires of one sort or another. Thankfully, my husband David only brings up the idea of having kids sporadically and a nice, slow, blow job is a quick way for me to ‘change the subject’ when he does. I’m only 33, so I know I can stall him on the whole kid's thing for a while longer.

For the last five years, my life has been very easy. Upon graduating from college, I took an entry level position at a venture capital firm. It was a tedious, boring job that I loathed with every fiber of my being. Just imagine, a fun, college party girl, being stuck in an office behind a desk all day. For me, it was the very definition of monotonous insanity. The only redeeming thing about that job was meeting my husband. He is a very successful investment banker, and after dating for two years, he proposed and I was able to quit my job and start the profession that I was always meant to have; a stay at home wife.

David is a wonderful man who dotes on me constantly. The only thing he seems to love more than me is his job. To be honest, he’s a workaholic who spends fourteen to sixteen hour days at the office. I don’t mind, though, his hard work pays for our upper-class lifestyle of new luxury cars and my almost constant, non-stop shopping. We also love to travel, that is, when I can get him to take a few days off. We love Europe and South America the most, but when he’s too busy with work, I usually get to have weekend getaways to Los Angeles or Las Vegas with my friends.

Our sex life is also really good. That is when I can get him away from his mountainous stack of papers long enough to mount me. Although he’s handsome, David didn’t have too many sexual partners before he met me, so I had to teach him a few things concerning carnal pursuits, which I have really enjoyed. As for me, on the other hand, well, you know… let’s just say I’m a bit more experienced. I’ve always had a high sex drive and as hard as I tried in the beginning, I’ve never been faithful to David. Not when we were dating, or after we got married. It doesn't mean that I love him less, only that I need more attention from men than he has time to give me. I’m very selective and careful about the trysts I engage in, but when I get that itch, I just can’t seem to help but scratch it. David is too consumed with his work to ask too many questions and I’ve always made sure that he’s taken care of in the bedroom. Our situation may not be typical, but we are happy and it works for us.

About damn time. I see headlights pulling into our large driveway, Gina’s here. Her babysitter must have finally shown up. I take a moment and check my look in the large mirror in our living room. I spent over an hour working on my curly, shoulder length, brownish-blonde hair, and makeup. I chose to wear a short, white matte halter dress with white strappy sandals to complete the look. The dress had a very deep v-cut in the front which displayed my 34c breasts nicely. I work out at least four times a week to maintain my college weight of 125 pounds and the very short dress helped show off my toned, tan thighs nicely.

I could hear my heels clicking on the ceramic pavers of the driveway as I walked out and then slipped into Gina’s Mercedes E-Class convertible Cabriolet. Her divorce was finalized about six months ago and she was finally starting to get ‘back in the saddle’ with me and go out. Judging from the sporty car, it was also pretty obvious that she was starting to spend some of the money from her very lucrative divorce settlement. Two things that don’t mix: a hot, blonde, young secretary and a marriage without a prenup. Her ex was finding that out all too well.

“Debbi, you look amazing girl,” she said, as we kissed cheeks.

“Thank you, Gina, so do you,” I said, letting my eyes wander over her smooth, olive complexion thighs before I continued speaking. “All of that work in spin class is really paying off for you.”

Ever since her divorce, Gina had wanted to get into better shape and lose the last ten pounds of baby weight from her latest pregnancy. The stationary bikes were great cardio and her legs looked amazing in the little dress and heels she chose to wear this evening.

“I thought that damn babysitter would never show up,” she said in exasperation.

“I’m glad she did, for a while I thought you might have to cancel on me.”

“And miss an evening with you? Never,” she said, flashing me her beautiful smile.

She was wearing a really cute neon pink, sleeveless, bandage dress that showed quite a bit of her great cleavage. It was nice to see that she was getting her confidence back after her split with her husband.

I had ‘experimented’ quite often with other women in college, and a few times since when the opportunity presented itself. I had been tempted to see if Gina would be receptive to the idea of taking things further with me but, so far, I had been reticent to make a move. She told me that she had always been faithful to her ex-husband, and it was only recently that she agreed to go out and ‘hunt’ with me. She always struck me as being more on the conservative side, but these ‘baby steps’ she kept taking was promising. There was a wanton woman in there somewhere; and slowly, with my help, I was bringing it out of her. I just had to be patient and not push her too far, too fast.

“So what’s the plan for this evening?” she said, keeping her eyes on the road.

“There is a bar close to campus called Zeno’s, and we are going to check it out.”

We lived very close to Penn State and I eavesdropped on some of the college girls at the gym that said Zeno’s was a great bar that was always full of college guys. Perfect hunting ground, I thought.

About twenty minutes later, we pulled up in front of Zeno’s and the parking lot was packed. Even though it was only a little before nine, there was a swarm of college guys in the parking lot. As we made our way up to the door, I overheard some of their muffled talk. Although they thought they were speaking softly enough for me not hear them, I could clearly make out the lewd and lustful things they were saying to each other about our appearance and how Gina and I were dressed. I was already getting a little excited, this was going to be a good night.

My first impression of Zeno’s was similar to that of any other typical college sports bar. It had large flat screen TV’s mounted on the wall playing every type of collegiate and professional sporting event. The bar also had large dark oak columns that were broken up by brick and mortar pillars giving it a rustic, yet classic look. The walls were also plastered with banners and posters from almost every professional and college sports team in Pennsylvania.

My eavesdropping at the gym had paid off and true to the gym girls word, the bar was packed with college guys. There were a few women scattered about, but they all looked like they were accompanied by their boyfriends. The situation was perfect, a whole bar full of young college guys to pick from with little or no competition from younger college girls.

“Should we find a table and see if we can get the attention of one of the waitresses?” Gina asked while she surveyed the scene inside the crowded bar.

Gina still has a few things to learn, I thought. In a place like this, we aren’t going to sit at a table and buy our own drinks! I noticed that there was a small group of guys congregating around the bar who were laughing and joking with each other. That was where we needed to make our scene.

I grabbed Gina’s hand, “C'mon, I think I found the perfect spot.”

Gina and I walked over to the bar and sat down on the stools and I ordered two Margaritas. Just as I was pulling some cash out of my purse, one of the guys in the group slid his debit card across the bar.

“Their drinks are on me,” he said to the bartender, while giving me a devilishly handsome, boyish smile.

“Thank you so much,” I said, giving him a big, flirty smile. “I’m Debbi and this is my friend Gina.”

“I’m Mike,” he said, “and these are my friends. We’re all on the Penn State Lacrosse Team.”

While he rattled off the seven names of his teammates, I had a chance to take a closer look at him. God, he looked so young. He obviously had to be twenty-one to be in the bar but, damn, he looked like he should still be high school. I guessed that he was about six feet tall and a little lanky from all of the obvious physical activity. He had sparkling blue eyes and shoulder-length wavy blond hair. He had that classic ‘pretty boy’ look that I was instantly attracted to. Even though he looked lean, he still had plenty of muscle and it was very apparent that he was in excellent physical condition.

Almost immediately, the group of guys surrounded us and began to chat us up while we sipped our drinks. They were all so flirty and fun, God, I was in heaven.

“I love your dress,” Mike said, between sips of his beer. “You look so sexy and classy, you’ve got a great look,” he said, gushing about my appearance, in a not so subtle attempt to win points with me.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” I purred sexily, as I flirtatiously rubbed his arm, letting him know I was interested.

I looked over at Gina and she was finally starting to settle down and talk with the four guys who were around her. I knew she wasn’t used to this type of onslaught by young men, but she quickly settled in and held her own and started to enjoy the amorous attention from all of our young, would-be suitors.

Just as we had finished our margaritas, one of the guys exclaimed, “Okay, it’s time to celebrate our win today, time for some tequila shots!”

He slid his credit card across the bar and announced, “I need a round of ten shots of Patron for my friends and these beautiful women.”

The other seven guys cheered as the bartender began filling up shot glasses.

Gina gave me a look of apprehension and I winked and gave her a ‘just go with it,’ grin and she reluctantly smiled. A couple of shots would help loosen her up anyway.

Just as the bartender was finishing the pour, Gina’s phone rang. She retrieved it out of her purse and walked away from our noisy group so she could answer it.

The shots were distributed and everyone raised their tiny glasses into the air.

“To another championship season!” he proudly exclaimed, as we all tipped our shots back.

I could feel the Patron warming me all the way down to my toes. Damn, this was going to be a good night. These guys aren’t skimping on us, Patron is about twice as expensive as that nasty Jose Cuervo stuff!

Just as Mike began to chat me up again, Gina approached and whispered into my ear.

“One of my kids is running a fever and the babysitter is freaking out. I’m so sorry to have to cut this short, but I’m going to have to bow out tonight,” she said reluctantly.

I saw the look of concern in her eyes and I could tell immediately how worried she was.

“That’s fine honey. I will stay and have another drink, and when I’m ready, I’ll call a cab to take me home,” I said, whispering into her ear.

She looked at me warily, “Are you sure you’ll be all right with all these guys?”

“They are sweet guys, I’ll be fine. Just make sure your kid is alright.”

She smiled, “I’ll give you a call tomorrow,” she said. Gina then gave me a big hug, turned, and walked towards the front door of the bar.

“Where is your friend going?” Mike said, giving me a disappointed, pouty look.

“Something came up and she had to take off.”

I didn’t want to admit to him that the reason she had to go was to take care of one of her kids. As hot as we were looking tonight, neither of us appeared to be old enough to be married or have kids. I could have been wrong, but I was pretty sure these young guys didn’t think of us as being ‘thirty-something’. It was fun pretending, even if only for an evening, that we were their age again.

“I hope everything is alright,” he said, feigning a look of concern.

I was pretty sure he didn’t care one way or another about Gina’s desertion of our little party, as long as I wasn’t leaving with her.

“I’m sure everything will be fine,” I said, giving him a kittenish smile.

“That’s great then,” he said happily, “our celebration rolls on then. Another round of shots for everyone!”

We did another round of Patron shots and I was starting to feel loose and relaxed. Now that Gina had left, the attention of the guys was now solely on me; and the more we drank, the bolder the young men’s flirting became.

“That dress looks amazing on you,” one of the guys said. “It shows off your legs so well.”

“Oh, this old thing,” I saucily exclaimed while gently pulling at the hem of my little dress.

I knew this little white dress showed off my tan legs perfectly, that was the reason I bought it, but it was always nice to get that kind of affirmation from such a young, handsome guy. God, I felt like I was in college again, this place is wonderful.

A few minutes later, one of the guys called for another celebratory round of tequila shots. While the bartender was setting up the glasses, Mike leaned in and whispered into my ear.

“It’s easier for me to get the shot down if I lick some salt first, would you mind?”

“No, I’m okay with you licking salt before you do your shot,” I said, not fully grasping what he intended to do.

He smiled, leaned in, then kissed and licked my neck, causing me to moan softly in his ear. Then, he grabbed a shaker of salt from the bar and shook it on my neck, salt sticking to his saliva from where he had kissed and licked me. He playfully grinned, leaned in again and licked the salt from my neck and then proceeded to down his shot with the rest of us.

I had to admit it had been years, probably going all the way back to my days in college, since a guy had licked salt off of my neck before doing a tequila shot. It was such a cocky, bold, move from this young kid and I had to admire his fearless audaciousness. I began to feel some tingles, those delightful stirrings down below.

The whole group hooped and hollered when they witnessed Mike licking the salt from my neck.

“Your cleavage looks so good in that dress,” one of the guys said daringly, while he slid up against me as I sat on the bar stool.

“I almost didn’t wear it tonight, but I thought it would be perfect for our little celebration,” I said shamelessly.

Like I knew they were going to be here.

Who cares… I was having a blast doing shots with them, especially since I was the center of attention now that Gina had gone home.

The dress had such a low v-cut, it put a lot of my cleavage on display and it was so tight and form fitting, even without a bra, it held my breasts up and gave them a ‘no sag’ appearance. I felt so hot being in the center of this party and getting so much admiration from these young guys.

“More shots,” another one of the guys yelled out and I watched as the bartender immediately started setting up another round for us.

Now more of the guys were getting bolder and everyone wanted to follow Mike’s earlier move. I had guys licking salt from both sides of my neck, from portions of my exposed breasts, and one guy even licked salt off of my thighs. Before I knew it, phones were coming out and the guys were clicking pictures and taking videos of each other licking salt off of various parts of my body.

I could feel the dampness between my legs as their mouths began to lick the salt off. I was getting so worked up from all the teasing and flirting, aided in no small part from the copious amounts of tequila the guys were buying me.

Once the group had all licked salt from my body, we all downed our shots together amid the continuous hooping and cat calls.

“I know what we need to do,” one of the guys exclaimed. “We need to each put some money in and guess what color panties Debbi is wearing.”

Mike looked at me and smiled, “Are you game Deb?”

“I’m alright with that, but you know, if I agree, I get half the pot just for participating,” I said, teasing them.

A loud cheer went up from all of the guys and immediately they began pulling out their wallets and began to each lay fifty dollars on the bar.

There is nothing on Earth as much fun as a group of rich college boys.

“Now, if I agree to this little game,” I said loudly above their cheering, “and no one guesses correctly, I get to keep the money right?”

The boys were instantly silenced as each of them pondered my question. Finally, after a few seconds, one of them spoke up.

“Hold on now, you are wearing panties right?”

His question immediately silenced the group again as they waited for my response.

“I’m wearing a thong boys, there's no way I’d ever wear panties under a dress this tight.”

A loud cheer went up from the group at my admission. God, I couldn’t remember the last time I had this much fun.

“So we are all in agreement,” Mike said, quieting down the laughter. “If no one correctly guesses the color of Debbi’s thong, she gets to keep the money.”

Another loud cheer went up from the group as they all agreed on my condition of our little game.

“Hold on now. If we are going to risk fifty dollars, this has to be fair, she needs to show us the color of her thong, not just tell us,” one of the guys said, in a not so subtle attempt to get me to show more skin than I already was.

The group again went silent to see if I would agree to these new terms.

I thought for a moment, pretending to contemplate their request, keeping them in suspense just a little longer.

“Okay boys, but if I’m going to show everyone the color of my thong, I’m going to need another shot of tequila.”

Another loud cheer quickly went up and one of the guys immediately agreed to pony up for another round of shots for our group, so I’d have the ‘courage’ to show them what was under my little dress.

In all honesty, I was so buzzed and turned on by this point I didn’t care one way or another about drinking more alcohol. However, I did want to feel their mouths on me again.

Each of the guys again licked, salted, and then licked my body which only served to work me up even more. The group was becoming more daring as they all now wanted to lick the salt off my breasts or thighs instead of my neck. While they took turns licking the salt off of me, I felt the moist, hot, swamp between my legs become more pronounced. My nipples were also starting to poke through the thin material of my bra and my dress. Damn, I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this turned on.

Once we had all downed our shots, our little game continued and each of the guys picked the color of my thong. “Black, Pink, Purple, Red, Blue, Brown, Green, Yellow”… They seemed to guess every color of the rainbow in their attempt to win the sizeable collection of money.

Finally, each of the guys picked and stuck with a color. It was now my turn for the big reveal.

“Well boys, brace yourself and be prepared for disappointment,” I said teasingly.

My heart was beating so rapidly I thought it was going to pound out of my chest. It’s now or never I thought.

Very slowly, I slid my dress up the front of my thighs to my navel revealing a white cotton thong. The first reaction from the group was a loud cheer of appreciation from seeing so much of my exposed body. Then, the adulation quickly gave way to loud moans and groans as they realized that none of them had correctly guessed the color and each had lost his bet.

“You guys didn’t think this through very well, there was no way I could have worn any of the colors you guessed under this sheer dress,” I teased, “white is the only color that wouldn’t show right through. And who ever heard of a brown thong, anyway!”

To their credit, none of the guys made any snide remarks concerning the dark wet spot that was clearly visible on the front of my thong. Self-interest is a big motivator, and the last thing any of them wanted to do was say something that would upset me and cause me to leave, just when our little party was really getting interesting.

They all begin to laugh and joke and tease each other about their incorrect guesses, and some of them were whispering to each other about the sodden state of my thong while Mike handed me the big pile of money and I tucked it into my purse. As the guys continued to verbally jab each other, Mike slid up beside me and began to gently rub my thigh.

“I’ve never seen such a wet pussy in my life. God, I want to fuck you so badly Debbi,” he said, as he longingly whispered into my ear.

I was so racked with lust from this handsome young man’s bold comments that it was difficult to form a coherent thought. After several seconds, I was finally able to answer him.

“We are both way too drunk to drive anywhere, so what do you suggest we do?” I purred back sexily, whispering into his ear.

“My car is out back, and it’s dark, no one will know.”

I thought for a moment. It had been ages since I had let a guy have sex with me in a car. What the hell. I slid off the bar stool and adjusted my dress by pulling it back down, while I felt Mike’s arm possessively wrap around me and pull me against him.

“Hey, where are you two going?” several of the guys cried out.

“Sorry boys, but Mike and I will catch you all later,” I said, as he pulled me towards the door amidst the moans and groans of the seven other unlucky guys in their group.

We walked quickly into the warm summer night air through the large parking lot. Mike pulled the keys from his front pocket and pressed one of the small buttons on the remote control, which caused a chirping sound and the tail lights to flash on a very late model, black Cadillac Escalade, that was parked at the very rear of the lot.

Mike opened the door behind the driver's seat and I climbed into the roomy back seat of the large SUV and I watched as he slid in beside me. Mike reached over the front seat to the dashboard and turned off the interior lights. The nearest lights were on the building of the bar, which meant that in the back of the very large parking lot, we were in almost total pitch black darkness.

Almost immediately, I felt Mike slide up against me in the darkness and we began kissing passionately, feeling his hot tongue enter my mouth. I moaned loudly as his hands roamed up and down my body and I reached between his legs to feel the sizeable bulge in the front of his jeans. I heard him moan in my mouth as I gently rubbed his cock through his tight Levi’s causing him to strain and squirm in the seat.

That was all the prompting he needed as we began to remove each other’s clothes. In a matter of seconds he had my thong off and my dress unzipped and bunched around my waist as he laid me down on the deep plush seats. I opened my legs wide and he crawled between them and sunk his tongue into my wet pussy. Immediately, I heard loud slurping sounds being emitted from between my legs as he ate my pussy with a reckless abandon. While he was still trying to get his pants down, I lifted my ass up off the deep cushioned seats and grabbed his head by his long, blond, wavy hair and pulled him towards me, which pushed his mouth deeper into my hot wet sex.

His tongue felt so good as he licked the walls of my vagina. I was so worked up from teasing the boys all night it wasn’t long before his talented mouth was getting me close to my first orgasm.

“Fuck, put your tongue on my clit,” I moaned, as I ground my pussy into his face harder.

Taking my direction, he withdrew his tongue from inside of me and began feverishly lapping at my little hard bud which instantly sent me over the edge.

I cried out as my body began to convulse and wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over me. I was just beginning to recover when Mike sat himself up in the seat. I had to inwardly smile when I noticed that his entire face and part of his long blond locks of hair were covered with my vaginal secretions. He didn’t seem to mind, though, as he quickly pulled a condom from his wallet and tore at the foil packaging in one swift motion, like a man possessed. I watched as he feverishly slid the condom over the head of his thick cock and then proceeded to roll it down his shaft.

With hardly any delay, he was on top of me and between my legs, and I could feel his weight on my body. He fumbled for a second in the darkness until he found my opening and then slid himself inside me, opening and filling me in one smooth thrust.

I gasped and wrapped my legs around him as he began to push himself in and out of me in long, smooth strokes. I felt his sweaty chest against my breasts as he bent down and possessed my mouth with his, while never missing a beat, pistoning his cock in and out of me.

God, he felt so good. His amazing physical strength and endurance was on carnal display and he didn’t stop or even slow down for several minutes as he continued to rut in me. More impressively, I was amazed at his control, especially since he was so young. I knew he must have had quite a bit of experience despite his youthful age.

Seconds later, he stopped. “Deb, get on your hands and knees, I want to fuck you doggy style.”

He withdrew himself from me and slid back which allowed me to get up off my back and then get on my hands and knees. Once I was in position, I felt him slide up against my bottom. Quickly, he found my aperture again in the dark and slid himself inside me which caused me to elicit a loud moan as he once again filled me. Roughly, he grabbed my ass and began pounding me hard until I was almost delirious. I reached between my legs and lightly rubbed my clit which sent me over the edge again.

Feeling my orgasm, Mike stopped and allowed me to recover. The driver’s side door was still open and he got out of the SUV and stood on the running boards below the door.

“Deb, slide back towards me.”

I immediately complied with his request and moved back so he had access to my pussy while remaining in his standing position.

As soon as I was in range I felt his hands on my ass as he once again slid himself inside me. This time, from the standing position, he was able to generate much more thrusting power and use my body for leverage as he began to hammer in and out of me incredibly hard. His strokes were so long and powerful and his cock felt so good, I instantly began climbing again as I approached another orgasm. I could feel him start to tense up and I squeezed my vaginal muscles on his cock which caused him to let out a low, deep moan as we came together.

Mike collapsed on top of me, which pushed me into the deep plush seat of the SUV. After a minute or so, our breathing returned to normal and I could feel his cock start to shrink inside of me.

“I have to get this condom off,” he said, as I felt him lift himself up off of me and then step out of the SUV.

In the almost complete and total darkness, my head started to spin. I was still so drunk from all of the tequila shots that it was difficult to think clearly. I also felt so relaxed and sated after the orgasms that this young man had given me. I just wanted to rest for a few minutes.

Seconds later, however, I felt a hard cock push up against my bottom again.

“My God, are you ready for another go, Mike?” I stated in amazement.

My husband was a few years older than me and occasionally if I got him really worked up, he’d be able to go twice in one night. However, he would never be able to recover this quickly. He’d always need at least a half hour’s break and then some help from my mouth before he could go a second time.

Well, you wanted to fuck a college guy, and when the opportunity presents itself…

I got back up on my hands and knees and felt Mike rub the condom covered head of his penis up and down my slit which immediately sent shivers through my body. Hesitantly, he pushed himself inside of me. I gasped as his cock began to once again fill me. I was so wet from my previous orgasms that his member very easily glided inside me and, in seconds, he had totally penetrated me and I could feel his balls rest against my ass. I felt his hands grasp my hips and he once again began moving inside me.

Hold on. What’s going on here?

Even in my very tequila soaked, inebriated state, I could tell that something wasn’t right. The head of Mike’s penis was now rubbing against the upper wall of my vagina. Not that I really cared because his upwardly curved cock felt amazing inside of me, but it didn’t feel the same as it had felt just minutes before.

Mike had just started to pick up the pace and had begun fucking me really hard when I looked over my shoulder and could tell by his silhouette that this wasn’t Mike at all! This guy had short hair! It was one of his Lacrosse buddies!

I was about to voice an objection when that amazing curved cock slipped out of me and slid over my clit causing shivers to run up and down my body.

Knowing he had been busted, the young guy looked down at me and froze. I could make out enough detail in the darkness to see that he was looking at me hesitantly, longingly…

What the hell.

“You had better put that awesome curved cock back inside of me before I change my mind…”

I could hear a group of guys start to hoop and holler just outside the SUV. It appeared that all of my Lacrosse boys were just outside the car cheering their friend on. Obviously, Mike and I weren't quite as alone as I thought we were when he took me out to his car. He got them quieted down a bit, though, and I could hear him telling the guys ‘no pictures’. He’s a sweetheart.

I could see the guy’s white teeth grinning in the darkness as he once again found my opening and impaled me on that amazingly curved cock. He didn’t last very long, only a couple of minutes, but I wasn’t too upset. I was still able to get a really powerful orgasm from that marvelously shaped cock before he pulled out of me, ripped off the condom, and shot thick ropes of cum on my back.

There was a lot of commotion, it seemed they were trying to determine the batting order. But in only a matter of about 20 seconds, that curved-cock guy was gone and another pair of hands grabbed me roughly and then forced his cock inside me. It felt great to be filled up again. I could tell he had a rubber on, which I thought was courteous, considering the situation!

Suddenly, the other rear passenger door opened and one of the boys crawled in.

“Hey, gorgeous! I’m Stefano. I know it’s dark, but, I was the really handsome one? The line is really long and I thought maybe you could, you know...”

“Suck your cock?” I grunted at him between thrusts.

Next thing I know, Stefano’s bare cock rammed balls deep into my mouth. Jesus Christ! I needed my mouth to breathe, I thought, but I huffed and puffed through my nose. Fortunately, Stefano was maybe only five or so inches, so I was able to take him without too much thought.

I was having a difficult time concentrating on this cock inside my mouth. Some guy was pounding my pussy hard from the rear, the tequila shots had taken hold, and my brain was swimming in post-orgasmic bliss while the next orgasm was building again.

Stefano grabbed my head and held it forcefully on his cock, and released a mega-blast of cum in my mouth. Spurt after salty spurt erupted from his head, and I had no choice but to swallow. But that fucker kept cumming!

Didn’t this kid ever jack off?

I swallowed more but finally had to push him back so I could breathe. More cum shot on my forehead and God knows where else.

At just about the same time the guy-in-back reached around and grabbed my pussy hard, mashing my clit in the process. I felt him tensing and flexing his cock, which sent me right over the edge again. He rammed his cock home inside me so hard that I fell forward, flat on the seat. The fucker came with me, piling on top of me. He breathed a ‘thanks’ in my ear and then got off me, or was pulled off.

“Guys!” yelled Stefano, triumphantly. “She just drank all my cum!”

The dudes hooted and hollered and maneuvered me back to the edge of the car. They tried to get me back in an all-fours position but I kept falling over. Too drunk! Too many orgasms! I was pretty much becoming a limp rag.

With Stefano’s cum dripping down my face, another cock entered me from the back. My super slick pussy greedily accepted the newcomer.

“Hey!” said a voice from inside the car. “It’s me again. Mike! Can you slide over the edge of the seat for me?”

He pulled me so my head sort of hung down over the seat bottom, facing the floor. This way he could reach my mouth as he knelt on the floor.

“Did you cut the line?” I asked, laughing.

“I pulled rank! I am the captain, after all.”

And he moved up and presented his big cock to my face. Oh shit, I thought. I remember when this was inside me and how I thought he felt big. But as he edged closer to me, I got a little nervous.

Semen ran down between my eyes, around the side of my nose. That salty, funky smell sent me over the top and I gulped down Mike’s cock the best I could. Jesus, he filled me up! I could barely move as this other guy laid on top of me and pounded away at my dripping pussy, but I managed to get most of Mike’s cock down my throat.

The guy fucking me didn’t last long at all, he pulled out and shot several hot spurts up my back. I felt it hit the back of my head, dampening my hair.

“You fucking asshole!” Mike yelled. “You got your shit on me! You Dipshit!”

I guess it was bound to happen in such close quarters! But Mike kept thrusting away at my stretched out mouth. Somebody slapped my ass hard a few times, and another cock buried itself in my pussy. He reached under me and grabbed my tit hard, pinching and pulling on my nipple. I backed off of Mike’s cock for a moment to get some air. I stroked his slick cock with my free hand.

“Fuck me harder!” I told the guy on top of me. He was just dicking around, but then he got his shit in gear and really started pumping my pussy.

Yes… fuck me, you college studs… keep fucking me…

I guess I mistimed things with Mike’s cock because all of a sudden he started shooting cum on my face, but I wanted him to cum in my throat! I did manage to get my lips on him for the last few little tasty spurts. Mmmmm so good.

Steve or Trent or David or whoever slammed his cock particularly hard inside me and pinched my tit so hard I screamed. I also came. Like a fucking slut. A common tramp. A goddamned cumslut. That’s what I was, I was their drunken cumslut. I couldn’t get enough of their cum. I wanted it all.

I had no idea where we were in the batting order, did everyone fuck me already? How many cocks did I suck? Did I leave the oven on? Can these guys go some more? Cuz I wanted more fucking cum.

The fuck-er who just made me cum withdrew and flipped me on my back. Stroking his cock, he clambered up on me and stroked his cock on my tit. Hot cum shot out at blinding speed, hitting my nipple and splashing on my tongue, lips, cheek, and chin. This guy rubbed my whole face with his hand, smearing his cum (and others, too) all over my face. Forcing his hand in my mouth, he scraped it against my lips, dumping more cum for me to swallow.

The next guy hustled him out of there but, instead of fucking me, he buried his face between my legs and began to lick me feverishly. One might think that my pussy would be desensitized at this point, but that was not the case! As I began yet another climb up the orgasm hill, a different cock found my mouth. And, I don’t know how they did it, but someone grabbed my hand and placed it on a third hard cock! I stroked it the best I could.

More cum shot on my writhing body, a lot more cum shot in my mouth, and my pussy quivered with more orgasms as their cocks kept coming at me, and cumming on me, and I came back at them.

And the cocks blurred together, and the smell of semen filled the air, and at some point, I passed out mid-fuck...

**********

Cold water splashed my face. Why is there water on my face?

Oh… shit… I was naked in the back seat of this car, or truck, or something. Oh yeah, Escalade. This guy was helping me up… yeah, it’s Mike. And he was wiping my face with… my dress. But another guy had some gym shorts and a PENN STATE sweatshirt that they were trying to put on me. I wanted to help but my limbs weren’t really behaving. I became dressed.

Mike rode in the back with me as they drove me home. I wasn’t exactly comfortable with them knowing where I lived, but it was better than getting dumped in an alley. Or worse. Oh God, what kind of slut am I?

We went around a corner and I had to flex my legs to remain upright; that motion also flexed my pussy. Shivers emanated from my sex and radiated through my body. I realized then how sore my pussy was. And my ass, too. My ass? Did they butt fuck me too? Thank God, no. I vaguely remembered a few of the guys fingering my asshole why they fucked me which explained the soreness.

It had been an amazing night. Total sexual nirvana. I was constantly fucked for about two hours and orgasming every few minutes. I was drenched in cum and still had a lot of cum on me! Semen matted my hair, dried sperm crusted on my breasts, and still-wet cum oozed from my sex. Even when I burped I re-tasted tequila and funky sperm. I did not envy the upholstery cleaner attendant that would have to contend with the sticky, crusty mess in the back seat of that Escalade.

Mike put his number in my phone and then wanted to make out with me, but I couldn’t really close my eyes at this point without getting the spins. He settled for fondling my breasts. They were a little sore, too, from some rough handling. And yet, my nipples responded to his touch, and I felt tingles again down below. Jesus, I’m just a slut.

Thankfully, Mike wanted to go to bed so they let me out at my house. I was able to sneak into my house without waking my husband and take a much needed, very long, hot shower. My expensive white, matte halter dress was way beyond ruined. How in the world could I ever take it to the dry cleaners and explain the multitude of crusty, dry, white cum stains all over it? The strong smell of all that cum, though, holy shit it made me hot again.

I woke up the next morning at noon, hung-over as hell, with my cell phone ringing. My husband had long gone to the office and as usual, was none the wiser concerning my previous night’s activities. Thank God he takes Ambien, he could sleep through a plane crash on that stuff.

My body was stiff and sore and I felt like I could hardly move from all the rough sex. To make matters worse, my head was splitting like a cord of firewood from all the shots of tequila. It was going to take a week of intense massage therapy at the spa before I felt human again.

I somehow willed my aching, sore muscles to slide me to the edge of the bed so I could answer my cell phone.

“What,” I croaked.

“Hey! It’s Gina. What happened after I left, did you get home alright?”

“Um,” I moaned again.

Why is she so goddamn peppy? And loud?

“Not much, really. I just had a couple of drinks with those college guys and then one of them was nice enough to bring me home.”

“Are you sure? They were pretty hot and you seemed to be on a roll. Let’s talk over lunch? Mom has the kids for the entire day! I need some damned me-time. Whaddya say?”

“Um, yeah, that sounds, um, fine. I need… at least an hour, though. Say, 1:30? And, if you don’t mind, can we stop by Hot Topic afterward? I have $400 burning a hole in my pocket and I could really use a new dress.”

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