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A Fraternity Party to Remember
For those of you following my escapades you can
imagine how unbelievably wet and horny I was
before I even made it to my son's college campus.
The wind blowing into the convertible had teased
my nipples and tortured my psyche with erotic
expectation of things to come. By the time I
reached my son's campus I was ready to hop on,
leg-lock, and serial-fuck every gorgeous, muscular
guy in site.
I paused and took a few moments to collect myself
before I left the car, hoping I could calm down a
bit before seeing anyone. Unfortunately, the site
of all those young, hard guys strolling around in
their tight pants and muscle shirts... it was more
than I could stand.
"I'm going to taste you, and you, and you," I
thought as I picked out the best of the lot.
I kept thinking about all the things I wanted to
do to this collection of young studs as I ravaged
each and every one of them repeatedly. I would be
their tutor, their sexual mentor, introducing them
to erotic fulfillment beyond their wildest dreams.
I couldn't believe my own crazy, wild thoughts,
but the last couple of weeks of sexual abandon had
allowed me to explore possibilities of fantasy I'd
never before imagined. I had become the phoenix of
erotic fulfillment, rising from the ashes of
sexual mediocrity, soaring to new heights of
orgasmic bliss. I was hooked on mind-blowng,
toe-curling, thigh-quivering sex, and there was no
looking back now.
I took my time freshening up at Brian's apartment,
and renewed my friendship with his sexy roommate7,
Steve, as I prepared for the frat party we were to
attend later that evening. A couple of hours later
Brian and Steve were driving me to their party,
and I was again becoming wet with the anticipation
of seeing all the virile, young,
testosterone-filled men who would be there. The
lacy beige panties beneath my tan linen minidress
were moist with eager excitement.
Funny, I knew these guys would only see me as a
sex object, but I was more than ready to return
the favor. The truth was, I was only thinking of
them as a life support system for a much needed
hard-on. I must admit I became a little
light-headed just thinking about it, but I had
this aching, burning fire blazing deep within my
pussy... and they had the tools I needed to
extinguish it!
I shifted my position in the back seat slightly to
give Steve a quick glimpse up my muscular thighs.
The wetness of my pussy compounded with the paper
thin silky cloth of my panties painted a perfect
outline of my swollen, inviting love-tunnel. I
smiled and teased him, blowing him a quick kiss
while Brian wasn't looking.
"That's right," I thought to myself. "Take a good
look at my hot little dick holder... I just might
wrap it around you later and squeeze the hot cum
right out of you... if you're a good boy!"
As we walked into the party I could sense the
tension of hormones and shameless lust all around
me. I loved turning all those young heads as I
strutted around this college crowd. It made me
feel young, sexy, and powerful. What a turn on!
I grabbed a quick drink and began to mingle,
meeting as many of Brian's friends as possible. It
only took a few minutes to get a pretty good buzz,
and I know I was flirting blatantly, but it didn't
seem to embarrass Brian. He was busy chasing a
couple of young, tight skirts on the other side of
the room.
After a while I felt Steve tugging at my arm,
urging me to follow him upstairs. Obviously, I
didn't require much coaxing at this point, but I
feigned an appropriate amount of reluctance before
following his tight, delectable ass up to a
bedroom. Once in the room he began kissing me and
fondling my breasts, telling me how hot I
looked... and how much he'd looked forward to
seeing me again. Then he said he had a surprise
for me... if I was up to it. I ran my hand right
down the front of his pants, feeling every vein in
his bulging groin and told him to go for it.
Moments later, as Steve was handcuffing me and
strapping my body into a chair, a gorgeous blonde
in a short, white spandex dress waltzed into the
room.
"This is Janie, my girlfriend," Steve said. "I've
told her all about you."
"Nice to meet you," I said, wondering what kinky
ideas he had cooked up for me. It really didn't
matter at this point. I was so horny that if
someone didn't take me pretty soon, I was going to
roll onto the floor and fuck one of the legs of
the chair.
Brian and Janie worked as a seasoned team,
strapping my legs to the chair and gently pushing
a gag into my mouth.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine," they explained.
"Just sit back and enjoy the evening."
Then came the surprise. The door opened again and
the blindfolded guest of honor was escorted in
front of me. It was obvious some rite of passage,
a hazing of sorts, was about to take place, and I
had unknowingly stumbled into the middle of it.
Unable to speak, I watched as they stripped this
young man down to his shorts and gave him his
instructions. He was not permitted to remove the
blindfold, nor could he speak or rise from his
knees until he had ravaged me to their
satisfaction. It was only then, through the dimly
lit shadows that I recognized their sexual
subject... it was my son, Brian.
I tried to speak, to stop him, but I couldn't
generate the first sound. Helpless to move I cut
my eyes at Steve, searching for some explanation.
Steve smiled, gave me that "I'll teach you to
tease me" look and just said, "Enjoy it, he'll
never know."
As his words trailed into the distance I could
already feel Brian's warm breath caressing my
knees. He continued to inhale deeply, to kiss my
legs, gently, seductively, as his hands worked
their way up my skirt and around the back of my
thong. He started to rub across the silky material
of my panties, pausing to feel the alluring
indentations of my coarse pubic hair along the
way. Was something terribly wrong with me, or was
I really starting to be turned on by this?
As Brian started to tug at the sides of my panties
I felt sure I would be able to stop him, to resist
his advances, but my body betrayed me. Instead of
resisting, I felt my hips flexing upward to help
him relieve me of the panties as quickly as
possible. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but
the feeling was incredible! It was unlike anything
I'd ever experienced, and it was true. Brian had
no idea it was me. I had to keep it that way.
I watched with breathless delight as he pulled my
panties over my heels, held them to his face, and
basked in the aroma. Holding his silky trophy in
one hand, his tongue went quickly back to it's
work. I was salivating with anticipation as he
slowly licked and nibbled every inch of my thighs
until finally I could deny the pleasure no longer.
I spread my legs as widely as I could and forced
my shuddering crotch into his face. The pressure
from his probing tongue responded immediately to
my welcoming pelvic dance.
With my hands writhing for freedom I began to buck
against the motion of his mouth. Where in the
world did he learn to do this, I wondered?
(Certainly not from his father!) Brian
methodically circled my throbbing clit, sucking,
kissing, then forcing his tongue deep into my
dripping pussy to taste ever drop of my love
juice. He knew just what he was doing, pressing
into my lips and teasing my swollen g-spot with
such perfect pressure.
Every inch of my body was shuddering shamelessly
with pleasure as he then inserted his fingers deep
inside me, feeling every ridge on my vaginal
walls. I could feel myself squeezing back against
him with every touch, encouraging his wonderful
fingers to probe deeper and harder.
"That's right baby," I thought. "Squeeze and
stir... squeeze and stir! OOOOH, that was just
absolutely perfect!
I'd never wanted to scream so badly in my life,
but the torture of my silence was rewarded by his
continued probing of my pussy. I can't describe
how I was able to stay in that chair, because the
orgasm I had literally shook every piece of
furniture in that room.
My shoes flipped into the air and the chair rocked
upwards off the ground as I rewarded his effort by
exploding right into his wet face. My head arched
backwards repeatedly as I ground my quivering
pussy more forcefully against his wonderfully
gifted tongue. I kept trying to pull him closer
with my knees for the next few minutes as these
passionate explosions of mine simply would not
end!
As Brian finished me, licking up the last of my
incredible climax, I realized my hands had been
freed from the cuffs. Janie had also untied my
legs and I could sense what they had in mind for
us now. There was Brian, lying on the floor with
his huge, inviting bulge pressing through his
shorts. Janie quickly relieved him of the shorts
and I sat there for a moment, watching her tickle
his dick with her nails, pondering my next move.
It took me about three seconds to make my
decision. It was too late to worry about
appearances anyway. My son had just sucked me like
I'd never been sucked before and now it was time
to pay the piper. I lunged out of the chair,
falling forward on his sweaty, muscular chest and
instinctively grabbed for his cock. The musty odor
of sexual excitement was overwhelming as I shoved
him deep inside me and sat upright on his legs. I
immediately convulsed with another orgasm as the
head of his swollen cock pressed hard into my wet,
inviting pussy.
We rocked back and forth, gently at first, then
faster and faster until the room seemed to spin
with each forceful thrust. I pushed one hand
behind me and grabbed his balls, rhythmically
squeezing them to help build his pleasure. I could
feel the spasm beginning to well up inside me, and
I could sense he was close to coming. I squeezed
him tightly inside me and increased the motion of
my hips, back and forth, then circling him. It was
a strange feeling of power and control, but it
felt great to both of us and that was all I could
think at the moment.
Finally, he paused. It was a wonderful pause,
filled with lustful anticipation. It was that
quiet, sensual, motionless moment just before I
knew he would writhe with agonal fulfillment...
the calm before the perfect storm. In what surely
lasted a full sixty seconds, Brian bucked, kicked,
jerked and flailed every muscled in his body as he
pressed against me with all his might and pumped
me full of every last ounce of cum he could
muster.
Weak from riding him so wildly, I collapsed on top
of him and wiped the sweat from his brow. Quickly,
before he could see, I jumped up grabbed my
clothes, (accidentally leaving my panties in his
hand,) and ran into another room to hide.
You might think it couldn't get any crazier than
this, but I assure you the night was far from
over. What happened next... you will not believe.
I'll share that with you next time. I think I need
some time to adjust to this confession first, but
more will follow. Thanks for letting me get this
off my chest.
Love always, Deanne
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