Life of the Party

I was about 17 when my parents let me go to that high schooler’s party. A brown-haired blue-eyed beauty, they were sort of reluctant to let me. But, in the end, I convinced them that it would only have a bunch of girls watching movies all night. But, I had conveniently forgotten to tell them that there would be more than just girls and movies. It was a co-ed party, with plenty of boys, dancing, the works. The party started at 8:00, so I had them drop me off at 7:15, to help “set up”. I stashed my sleeping bag and extra clothes in a closet. I had told my parents that it was a “sleep over”, but I was a virgin, and I didn’t want to be one, so I figured that there would be very little sleeping. I had heard stories of my friends all being laid by some high-school boy, and I wanted to tell them something thrilling like that as well. That’s why I had my boy’s-eye-catcher’s clothing on: a short, black miniskirt, a black sort of see-through tube top, and no bra. I made sure that I didn’t have one particular thing on, though: my underwear. I was going all-commando and lookin’ for some fun.

After all the guests had arrived, I started looking for that perfect boy to have a go-round with. After I would see one I liked, I would go up to him and do a bit of dancing, boob-bobbing, stuff to find out if he thought me sexy. I knew what to look for from my friend’s stories: a large bulge in the crotch of his pants, him breathing heavily, etc. After a while, I found my match.

He was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed (surprisingly stunning eyes, I might add!) boy wearing a T-shirt that said, “nice legs. What time do they open?” with a picture of a curly-haired blonde girl, butt naked, with her legs far apart. He was about a million feet tall. He was wearing jeans, also. I did my little sexy dance, and noticed that his pants bulged quite a bit, and it seemed that he would pass out if I did anything more.
I led him into the kitchen, where no one was there, as all the food and drinks were being served in the dining room. I flat-out told him: “Okay, boy, I think we were made for each other. What’s your name?” He told me that his name was Travis, and then he said, “You’re the first girl who’s ever had an interest in me, for friendship or not. I live by myself in an apartment. Want to check it out?” I told him yes, “but I’ll have to be back by tomorrow, you know, because my parents are going to pick me up.”

As we drove through town in his 1998 blue Volkswagon Bug, we talked. He said, “When we get to my apartment, do you wanna watch some porn movies or somethin’?” I said yes, and soon, I was watching some big-cock bastard and some skinny little whore do more things than I had ever seen a man and woman do. I had brought my stuff with me, and in my bag there was an eight-piece lingerie suit that a friend had loaned me specifically for tonight, and I decided to change into it. I decided to surprise Travis about it. The suit contained a corset that tied down the middle with removable bra, a thong, a Speedo-like thing that had a removable crotch in it, separate leg things that tied around the upper thigh (it tied near the crotch, I might add), and a see through cover, with fuzzy, soft-feathery things on all the edges, that tied shut over the boobs, to go over all this. Everything was either black or red.

When I came out of the bathroom, Travis didn’t notice me (probably because his couch back faced the bathroom), so I slowly tip-toed over to him, reached over the back of the couch, and unzipped his pants. He looked up quickly, and saw me in my lingerie. I noticed that he, too, wasn’t wearing any underwear, and he was so horny that his penis shot strait out of his pants. I calmly walked over and shut the movie off. I told him to stand up, and he did, and I unbuttoned his pants, pulled them down, and said, “Your turn.” He gladly pulled me onto the couch, and untied the cover of my “sex suit”. Then, I pulled his shirt off, and he untied my bra, exposing my full C cup jugs. I took off one of his shoes, and Travis untied the corset. I took off the other shoe, told him that he could explore the rest of me later, took off his socks, pushed him onto the couch, and we started making out. He said, “God, the sight of you is making me wanna fuck the daylights out of you.” I led him, half dressed, to his bedroom, turned on the light, closed the door, laid down on the bed, and told him, “Go on, boy, explore me all you want. For now, I’m your toy. Move me any way you want.”

Travis crossed the room, grabbed hold of each ankle gently, and pulled my legs apart. He immediately saw the removable crotch, and pulled it away, the Velcro making a ripping sort of noise. Immediately, his penis, nuts and all, rose up, grew to the size of a salami, and I saw a bit of precum come out. I knew he wanted to fuck me high and dry, so I said, “The time is” –I checked the clock-“10:30. You’re in luck! These legs are open now to anybody who’s horny enough.” He needed no second invitation. Turning off the light, I could see him through the light of the streetlight outside his window. I watched him as he climbed onto the bed, crawling on his hands and knees over to me, raised up onto just his knees, gently took his manhood into his hands, and, stooping over a bit, slid his rod fully into my crotch, and laid on top of me, kissing me as his penis moved, in and out, around, pausing only to slide his rod all the way into me. He pulled his lips off of me and half sat up. I watched as he stooped a bit, getting that last inch or so in. I felt a bit of pain as he pushed his nards through a second barrier into what the men call paradise. We both shook as, near instantaneously, we both erupted into orgasms, with Travis shooting a never-ending load of hot, creamy cum into me. I was too horny to care that he didn’t have a condom on, and that I wasn’t taking the pill or anything to protect me against pregnancy. I felt high when I felt the semen shooting into me. I loved how it vibrated and shook as he emptied his nuts into me. When he was all done, Travis kept his penis inside of me until it was not limp anymore, but full, and he wanted to shoot another load into me. I was still horny, and when he moved to take his penis out of me, I shouted, “More! Travis, fuck me until I’m screaming for mercy! Keep it in! Come on!” He shot more cum into me, and I moaned like I was dieing. After six or seven more shots later, he was exhausted. He pushed me off of him and rolled away from me, obviously desperate for some sleep. I didn’t feel that way, but I decided to surprise him, and watched him as he quickly fell asleep. I rested a little, but never really slept, and after a while, I checked the bedside clock: it was twelve o’clock. Time for a midnight snack.

I quietly rolled over next to Travis, gently pulled the covers away from his naked body, took his penis and started sucking it. I nearly sucked his brains out through his rod, and when he cummed, his sat strait up, awakened by his vibrating balls and my grunts of pleasure. He whispered to me, “Why don’t I have a little taste of you?” I quickly agreed, so I laid down on my back and spread my legs far apart.
I could tell, by now, that Travis was once again extremely horny, and he said, “God, your pussy looks so good, so wet,” and promptly put his face right up to my crotch, and licked it crisply. With a look of intense pleasure on his face, he figuratively dove right in, licking furiously around my pleasure hole, then went for my clit, sending me into extreme ecstasy. As I orgasmed, he licked my juices up, and then inserted the whole of his tongue all the way it could go into me, making me high as I orgasmed uncontrollably. Through ragged breathing I screamed and moaned. I’m sure the neighbors must have thought someone dying in here, with me screaming stuff like, “Oh, oh, God! Stop it, put that thing away!” and “Oh, you’re going to kill me, stoppit!”