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Chapter 17 Dorm Orgy
“BC Bud
makes you so horny. I’m going to give my
new vibrator a try as soon as I get to the room,” said Stacy as she and Portia
made their unsteady way toward their dorm.
The girls were giggling and holding hands. It was almost one in the morning. After a third round of intercourse, they’d
left an exhausted Monk and Les in the alley smoking another joint.
“Me too,
three acts of intercourse were not enough for two lusty young lasses,” added
Portia before shouting, “We need more cock.”
“Good
evening, Stacy,” said Sgt. Roger Ebbers stepping unexpectedly out of the
shadows.
“Dammit,
Sgt. Ebbers, you scared the shit out of me,” said Stacy.
“Is that
the Sgt. Ebbers who takes advantage of drunken coeds,” asked Portia?
“Yes,
Mike’s friend, and you must be Corporal Woods,” said Stacy referring to the
tall black man standing behind the Sergeant.
“Make it
Roger and Avery, no need to be so formal,” said Roger. “What have you girl’s been up to this
evening?”
“Let’s see. We went to the library and did
some research. Next we had several
glasses of pale ale at the Brew House.
On the way back, we ran into a couple of guys. We smoked marijuana imported from
“We did
the smoke and fuck part thrice. But we’re still horny so we’re on our way home
to jerk off,” said Stacy giggling as she turned to face the corporal.
“You girls
look pretty out of it,” said Avery stepping close to Stacy.
“We are
totally out of it,” said Portia.
“And
completely unable to resist should big strong policeman choose to take
advantage of our drug induced helplessness,” said Stacy placing her boobs
against the Corporal’s chest.
“Now why
would we do that,” asked Avery stepping closer to Stacy as he reached down to
pull her against him.
“Perhaps
because you’re horny but I don’t think you are anywhere near as horny as we
are,” said Stacy reaching down to unzip Avery’s uniform trousers. She put her one arm around his neck as she
kissed him passionately while working her way past her boxers to take a firm
grip on his manhood
“You
girls want to party,” asked Roger?
“Party
no, I want to go to my dorm room, get naked and fuck you,” said Portia putting
her arms around Roger. “I’m really out
of it so you can do what you want with me, even anal.”
“Sergeant, I suggest we make sure these two inebriated students safely
reach their room,” said Avery wanting to go somewhere private before his
supervisor caught him getting a hand job from a coed.
“I
agree. It’s our duty to make sure no
mischief befalls them in their vulnerable condition,” said Roger holding Portia
upright.
***
“You said you
just got fucked three times. Does that
mean there are three loads in your hole?” whispered Roger his fingers sliding
easily into Portia’s vagina.
The four
had helped each other shed their clothes as soon as they entered the dorm
room. Stacy fell to her knees and began
noisily sucking Avery’s cock. Avery was
seated on her bed with Stacy kneeling in front of him.
“Three
hot loads of semen, less than an hour old,” said Portia pressing her crotch
against Roger’s fingers slowly riding his hand against her sex.
“It’s
still warm. Who were they?” said Roger.
“Monk and
Les, they’re students, and like me of the Goth variety,” said Portia her hand
stroking Roger’s cock.
“I know
them. They’re cool. You and Stacy did them tonight?” asked Roger.
“It’s
their jism you’re stirring around inside my pussy,” said Portia.
“I want
to eat your cum filled cunt,” said Roger
“Sounds
very perverted,” said Portia lying back on the bed and spreading her ringed
labia apart. “Roger, you’re a creampie
eater. Come and get your dessert.”
“You think
I’m a sicko for wanting to eat another guy’s jism out of your snatch,” said
Roger lying on the narrow bed beside Portia.
“Yes, but
I adore sickos. Let’s sixty-nine. You get on the bottom. That way all the good stuff will drip in your
mouth,” said Portia rolling over on top of Roger with her head pointed toward
his feet. Portia positioned herself
to take his cock in her mouth as she put her finger in his anus. She laughed to
herself as she felt the security guard’s mouth form around her opening. Portia contracted her abdomen expelling some
of the contents onto Roger’s lapping tongue.
“God,
it’s absolutely gorgeous,” said Stacy admiring Avery’s black cock before
passing her pink tongue over the tip.
“You’ll
have to pardon my roommate, Avery. You
are her first African American fuck,” said Portia raising her head off Roger’s
cock.
“Is that
true,” asked Avery?
“Sad, but
true,” said Stacy holding up Avery’s cock to lick his testicles. Stacy knew it was not quite true. In Mike’s DVD, Stacy had sex with a black
porn actor but since she still had no memory of it, it didn’t count in her
view.
“Stacy
went to a segregated high school,” said Portia who at the moment was performing
in the sixty-nine position with Roger.
“Not
true, there was a black girl named Sherry Yeager. Her dad used to play
baseball,” said Stacy pressing her fingers under Avery’s scrotum.
“I
remember Stuart Yeager. He was a hell of
a ball player. You ever make it with
her,” asked Avery?
“No, I
was very innocent in high school,” said Stacy her hands working Avery’s nuts as
her mouth slid up and down on his cock.
“What
changed?”
“I got to
college and decided to expand my horizons,” said Stacy sliding on top of
Avery. She rose up, straddled him,
positioned his cock at her entrance then slowly impaled herself on his
penis. Body fluids streamed out of
Stacy’s vagina as Avery’s cock passed inside.
“God it’s
good. Marry me, Avery,” said Stacy
moving up and down.
“I’m
already married,” said Avery.
“Divorce
her, I got season tickets to the Red Sox,” said Stacy contracting her abdominal
muscles as she rose up.
“I’m a
Celtics fan. That’s some set of tits,
you got there baby,” said Avery placing his hands on Stacy’s breasts.
“I’ll buy
you a luxury box at the Garden but you have to promise to fuck me every day,”
said Stacy.
“A luxury
box, just for a daily fuck, you’re a crazy bitch,” said Avery.
“Better
say yes, Avery. Stacy’s rich,” said Portia sitting straddle Roger’s face. His mouth was sucking hard on her vaginal
opening.
“It’s the
booze and the dope talking,” said Avery rolling over on top of Stacy. “Tomorrow, I’ll just be another black notch
on a white girl’s bedpost.”
“Fuck me
hard, Avery. If you do I’ll rim your nasty
asshole and you can fuck mine,” said Stacy bent double under the large black
man pounding his cock in her.
***
“My mouth
feels like a duck shit in it,” said Portia the next morning. It was almost noon. Roger and Avery had left
before dawn to report back to the station.
The girls were still in bed nursing hangovers.
“I’ll
never drink another drop of pale ale as long as I live. What time did they leave?”
“Four I
think. I can’t believe you got Avery to
go down on you. Black men have a thing
about not eating pussy especially white pussy,” said Portia.
“I didn’t
know that. How come you learned all the
useful stuff in public schools and I didn’t learn shit in private schools? I bet no one I graduated with knew black men
do not eat white pussy.”
“That’s
actually an urban myth. Avery ate yours
and mine too when we formed that daisy chain,” said Portia.
“So it’s
not true,” said Stacy.
“If you
ask Avery in public if he’s willing to eat white pussy, he’d say no fucking way
but put one in his face and his other brain starts thinking for him,” said
Portia.
“Avery is
married. Is Roger married?”
“Yes, her
name is Cindy. She’s a nurse at Mass
General and she has never allowed poor Roger to fuck her in the ass no matter
how hard he begs,” said Portia. “Funny,
the things married men tell you about the little woman at home after they’ve
screwed you. I suppose that’s their way
of communicating you’re only a fuck not the beginnings of a lifetime
relationship.”
“Avery’s
wife, Eva, teaches second grade in
“I can
just picture him going home to his wife and saying, ‘Guess what, honey, this
white bitch I screwed last night was named Stacia. Isn’t it a small world?’ ” said Portia
laughing.
“What
would you do if you caught your husband sleeping with another woman,” asked
Stacy?
“Is it a
matter of if or when? I’d leave him, but
maybe not. Suppose we had four kids and
his paycheck was keeping them fed. I
suppose that is one of those bridges you cross when you get to it,” said
Portia. “As far as I know my parents
have always been faithful which makes it strange since they raised two sluts
for daughters.”
“My
mother’s caught my father screwing around,” said Stacy. “I overheard them arguing about it.”
“With a
nurse, I bet. Doctors are always banging
their nurses.”
“Once it
was a nurse but the other time, she was a hospital administrator,” said Stacy.
“What did
your mom do,” asked Portia?
“Cried,
screamed, broke an expensive vase left him for a few days but they got back
together after he promised to never see her again. That was one of the reasons I had such strong
feelings about sex with married men,” said Stacy. “It seemed like a big step into immorality
when I decided to have sex with Mike especially after he showed me pictures of
the wife and kids then made a speech about the importance of family. That was right before I sucked his cock.”
“Circumstances change, besides in your case, blowing Mike was not a
matter of choice, married or not. Come
to think of it, Sgt. Ebbers may be the first married man I ever had sex
with. You have lead me astray, Stacia
Todd,” said Portia.
“Avery
wasn’t wearing a wedding ring not that it would have made a difference last
night. I was so wasted and horny I
would have screwed him anyway,” said Stacy.
“It’s not
our fault. It’s theirs. They’re the ones
violating their wedding vows. We’re just
a pair of floozies out for a good time. Changing the subject, what’s next with
Lieutenant Mike?”
“I have
to go on dates with Mark and Faye,” said Stacy.
“I’m being forced to repay them for having falsely arrested me. How’s that for justice?”
“Who’s
Faye?”
“Faye
Sellers, the female half of the security guards who arrested me. She is a lesbian. I’m going to some kind of lesbian affair with
her weekend after next. Mike says she is
very excited about it and I should do whatever she wants to make her happy.”
“I see
serious cunnilingus in your future.
Fortunately, I have taught you the finer points of munching rug. You said you and Mark really got it on at the
poker party,” said Portia.
“Yes, he
was the finale and a damn good one. He
almost caught me coming out of the Posse’s secret room. I fucked his brains out to make him forget
where he found me. We went at it like
there was no tomorrow. I have a day date
with him next Saturday.”
“Day date, that sounds a little odd,” said
Portia.
“I’m not
too concerned about it. Mark’s the
nicest one of Mike’s Posse. I can handle
him.”
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