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(MF, couples, voy) *** I'm a graduate student at an Ivy League College, and Shauna is a freshman at the same school. She's five feet tall, with red hair, green eyes, and a body that fits my specification for the perfect sex partner: 36- 24-34, and muscular in a very feminine way, especially in the legs and ass. Her fiery passions (in bed and otherwise) betray her Irish heritage. I stand 5'-10", and weigh 145 pounds, and I'm in very good shape from a regular exercise routine. My sports have conditioned me more for stamina than for strength, which is a big help for the way Shauna and I like our sex. It was the weekend before Halloween, and naturally various fraternities and sororities were holding their Halloween parties. Our usual playmates, Mike and Sindra, had gone to Mike's parents' house for the weekend, so Shauna and I were on our own. I've never been much of a fan of fraternity parties, but she had been looking forward to this one for a while, so I agreed. I really do have a hard time not giving into her wishes. At first, I had resisted, but finally she had explained why she was so hot to go to the Alpha Delta Phi party. "The girls in my dorm told me that every year, the party turns into a costumed orgy," she said. "Mmmm. Have any of them ever been to it themselves?" I asked. "Well, no, but there's always some truth behind a rumor, right?" she countered. "Usually there is," I had to agree. "But what if there isn't?" She gave me her patented angel-and-devil-in-one grin, and said, "Well, we'll just have to make sure that there is, won't we?" Well, I don't believe in doing things halfway, so we made sure we had the best costumes we could come up with, and spent a couple of Saturdays working on them. We chose a couple of comic book characters, Shadowcat and Nightcrawler, Shauna's costume consisted of light blue tights, a blue leotard, bomber-style jacket, domino mask, and, much to my delight, a pair of calf- high blue boots with 4 inch heels. Blue isn't really her color, but she looked absolutely great. My character, Nightcrawler, has a rather demonic appearance, but he's really a good guy. I put on midnight-blue face paint and hair dye, with a red leotard, black tights, white gloves, and matching white boots. I also wore a fake pair of pointed ears, and had fake fangs that I could put in when I wanted to show them off. The hardest part was the tail, which I eventually ended up draping over my shoulder to keep it from getting stepped on. So, in these crazy outfits, we headed for A-D-Phi. I was glad to see that they were turning away anyone who wasn't in costume. It kept the crowding down, and made sure we were all in the proper spirit. The band was good, and we danced and snacked and met new people. There weren't many there that either of us knew. Neither of us usually drinks much, but as the night wore on, we got pretty thirsty, and there were no non- alcoholic beverages around, so we both managed to get mildly buzzed. There was another couple we'd met, in Tarzan and Jane costumes, who really looked the part. Tarzan was big, muscular, and tanned, while Jane's tits threatened to fall out of her leopard bikini top with every motion. We traded dancing partners throughout the night, until just after midnight, when we happened to get caught with each other's dates when a slow dance started. "Do you think Shauna will mind?" Jane (that really *was* her name) asked, as she pressed herself against me. I looked over, and noticed that Shauna was already doing the same with Tarzan (who was actually named Kevin), and decided that she wouldn't mind. Throughout the dance, Jane got more and more intimate, and my reaction wasn't at all hidden by my leotard. I began to wish I'd stuck with the Robocop costume, until Jane reached down and stroked my cock, saying, "I've always wanted to fuck a super-hero. Interested?" Not quite sure of how to handle this, I looked over at Kevin and Shauna. Due to the foot and a half difference in their heights, he was now carrying her as they danced, and from the way her legs had wrapped around his waist, it looked like she was screwing him through his loincloth already. "I'll check with Shauna. You ask Kevin," I said, just as the dance ended. We quickly went back to our dates. Shauna seemed rather breathless, and was blushing as I told her what Jane had said. I reminded her about her hoping for an orgy, and she agreed, but said she had to get some fresh air first. As we turned around, though, we were surprised to see Kevin pulling on his coat and storming out, with Jane following him. Apparently, only three of our potential foursome had been up to it. "What now?" I asked. "Back to my place?" "No, not yet," Shauna said. "I'm still looking for adventure, and Tarzan's cock was so big, I was almost coming just thinking about getting it inside me." Now, a lot of guys might've taken this the wrong way, but we have a very special relationship, and I know that whatever gets her hot, I'm the one who it always pays off for, so I really didn't mind. "I've got an idea," she continued. "Let's do it right here!" "Here on the dance floor?" "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 of the 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. She 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 any 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 wiggled it at me, in a way that has to be seen to be believed, and said, "I've got better things than that for you, hero!" I was getting as frustrated as I was horny, so I grabbed her boots and started trying to pull them off, while she kept on kicking and wriggling. I finally succeeded in getting them off without getting kicked in the face, and flipped her over again, going for the waistband of her tights. She wasn't done playing yet, though, and threw me another curveball. I've mentioned how strong her legs are (and how much I love to get them wrapped around me!), and she put them to good use, planting both feet in the middle of my chest and heaving me halfway across the room. I landed flat on my back with the wind knocked out of me, and before I could recover, she was all over me. "Nobody pulls off Shadowcat's tights and gets away with it!" she laughed, "Now, super-villain scum, you'll pay!" I considered resisting, just to get even, but our exertions had gotten me so hot, I just wanted her to get my clothes off and do something to me! In under a minute, she'd gotten me naked and had jammed my cock into her mouth. She'd been practicing, trying to learn how to deep-throat me, and it seemed her lessons from Sindra were paying off. I was amazed as all seven inches slid down her throat in one easy motion, and she began pumping it in and out of her mouth. Every few strokes, she'd stop pumping, and just lick the head for a while. "Baby, you're the greatest!" I said, when I'd caught my breath. "It's my new super-power," she said. "I'm thinking of changing my name to Oral Sex Girl, or maybe Blowjob- Cat." "Stop talking, and put that thing back in your mouth," was the only response I could think of. She obliged, and once again I felt myself being sucked all the way in. She surprised me again by poking her tongue out past my cock and tickling my balls with it at the same time. If you've ever had that done to you, you know how great it is. If you haven't, go out and get it done to you! "Well, Blowjob-Cat, I'm about ready to super-come in your super-mouth, what do you think of that?" "Oh, no, NightBaller, you can't do that!" she squealed. She left me there, and crawled back over to the laundry heap, and again stuck her ass up in the air and started wiggling it at me. I followed her, wondering what she had up her sleeve this time. "Are you going to play nice now, or do I have to get rough with you?" I asked, in my most menacing tone. "Oooh, please, get rough with me! You know it turns me on!" Actually, I know it doesn't as a rule, but since she was definitely not her usual self tonight, I grabbed her tights, tugged them off, and applied a few not- very-gentle swats to her behind. "Hey, I was kidding about getting rough!" she said, "Here, play with my tits instead." As she said this, she rolled over onto her back, and started squeezing her nipples between her fingers. I eagerly licked my way up her body, from her hips to her breasts, and started sucking on them, nice and hard the way she likes, throwing in the occasional love-bite just to keep her interest up. I could feel one hand on the back of my head, and out of the corner of my eye I could see the other starting to probe her dripping pussy. I reached out a hand to help, and found her to be as drenched as ever. I got three fingers inside her, with a thumb on her clit, and had her bucking and panting through about three orgasms, when she said, "Quick, get the lubricant!" I was amazed, "Lubricant?" I asked, never letting up the motion. "I've got most of my hand sloshing around inside your cunt, your ass is floating in a puddle of pussy juice, and you want lubricant?" "Get the damned lubricant, and I'll show you what I want it for!" she gasped, as the fourth orgasm hit. So, I got the damned lubricant, and she showed me what she wanted it for. She squeezed some into the palm of her hand, and started smearing it around on her breasts. "The hell with it," she said, and just gave the tube a couple of long squeezes, emptying most of it directly onto her tits. "Now, stick that thing of yours up here where it'll do us both some good," she commanded me. I gladly complied, since I love a good tit-fuck, and Shauna's the best I know. The lubricant had run all over her chest, shoulders, and stomach as well, so I was just sliding around trying to keep myself on top of her, giving her a full-torso fuck. It was crazy, but it was the best! To help me out, she grabbed hold of my ass with both hands, and guided me back and forth. She started shoving me far enough forward so that she could pop the head of my cock in and out of her mouth on each stroke. After about five minutes of this, I knew I was close to losing it again, and I guess she could tell, too. "Are you going to come now?" she asked. I just nodded. "Then fuck me, quick! Nice and hard and deep!" I climbed off her, and she turned over. "Do it doggie- style for me," she said. I would've done it kangaroo- style if she'd asked, and I wasted no time in shoving my cock into her. We instantly started slamming back and forth into each other, so that I was going balls- deep and then some with every stroke. I started to come, and I grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up so that we were both kneeling, her in front of me. I reached around and grabbed a handful of tit in each hand, burying my face in her shoulder. She braced herself with one hand, and rubbed her clit with the other, bringing herself to yet another orgasm. I'd never seen her have more than four before, but this was at least her fifth, and she showed no sign of stopping. I kept pumping my load deep inside of her, loving the feeling of her tight little ass pressed against my thighs, and the feeling of her dancing to the rhythm of her own orgasms. When we'd finally finished, we collapsed into the pile of clothes around us and squeezed and kissed each other. We could still hear the music from the dance floor, so the party was still going on. We were looking for our clothes and discussing the possibility of doing it again when we got home, when we heard the vocalist for the band announce that they were going to take a break and come back for their last set. We knew we were in trouble then, because someone was bound to notice us coming out of the bedroom. We were frantically looking for her leotard when disaster struck, and we heard two voices, male and female, outside the room. He was trying to talk her into coming in, she was resisting. Not taking any chances, Shauna did the practical thing, and dove under the laundry. I took a second to turn of the light, and then joined her. "You want adventure? You got it!" I whispered, just as the door opened and a small desk lamp was switched on. Apparently the guy had won, and we were stuck there until they went away again, or caught us. We couldn't see a thing, but we could hear it all. They quickly undressed (throwing even more clothes onto us), kissed for a moment, and then she climbed up the ladder to the loft. He turned off the light and followed. For about the next hour, we were treated to the sounds of some rather boring and unimaginative sex from above us, as we quietly kissed and fondled each other in the dark of the laundry heap. We couldn't say anything, but I was sure Shauna was loving every minute of it. I could just imagine what was going through her mind when the guy above us begged for blowjob, and the girl refused on the grounds that it was "gross." After the second time they'd done it, she excused herself to go find a bathroom, and he started snoring the instant she was out the door. Shauna started extricating herself from the clothes on the floor, and I thought we were making our escape, until she whispered in my ear, "The poor guy had to go to sleep without getting his cock sucked. This is a job for me! I've just got to do this! He'll never know what hit him!" "What am *I* supposed to do?" I asked. "Wait until what's-her-name comes back, and do what you do best," she answered, and gave my hardening dick a quick squeeze. She stepped over to the door, opened it, closed it again, and started up the ladder. The guy in the loft didn't even wake up, until I heard him give a startled yelp, and I knew Shauna had started on him. "I thought you didn't do that?" I heard him say. "I couldn't resist," she whispered back. And she was telling the truth, too, I knew. I heard them continue going at it for a few more minutes, until I heard her ask him to go down on her. From the ensuing scuffling, I guessed he'd agreed. I couldn't help wondering why he hadn't noticed yet that it wasn't the same girl. Maybe he had, and just didn't care. Meanwhile, I'd moved over to a position by the door, waiting to grab the girl when she came back in. This was Shauna's show, and I wasn't going to let anything ruin it for her. I got lucky, and they had quieted down for a moment when the door opened, and a girl almost my height, wearing a bathrobe, came in. I quickly grabbed her 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 blowjobs 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. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 47