Chapter 1: Pong & Dong
"You look like you could use a drink," a smooth, sultry voice whispered into my ear. I glanced over my shoulder and locked eyes with a tempting specimen of male perfection. His wavy brown hair, scruffy jawline, piercing hazel eyes, and chiseled angles were enough to leave me weak in the knees.
The way he leaned in suggested he knew what effect his appearance had on the opposite sex. I was already picturing him naked on my bed when I shook my head to eliminate such distractions.
As I was already watching my friends get her ass kicked at a game of beer pong, I suggested that the guy play me in a game next. Loser would have to consume the beer "shot" that came with losing a round. I did my best to focus on the game, but every time I glanced over at him, I couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation between my legs, remembering our earlier encounter.
Losing wasn't an option—except that I ended up downing several beers before I knew it. The liquor flowed through my veins, loosening me up, and the more I drank, the more comfortable I became around him.
“If you lose, you suck my cock right here,” He said as he prepared to toss another ball.
“Fine!” I said as I watched him sink another ball into a red solo cup. I knew what I was in for, and as much as I wanted to keep up my cool, I couldn't deny the excitement that swept through me.
After downing a few more beers and losing our game, I got on my knees and gazed up at him, anticipation building between us. His eyes glinted with a thrill that told me he had been waiting for this moment as much as I was. I pulled down his pants, releasing his hard, pulsating length.
He let out a low sigh before tracing my cheek with his fingers.
I sucked him into my mouth as other party goers cheered me on. His taste electrified my senses, and I moaned softly as I took him deeper into my throat.
My hands started to wander, one cupping his sac, while the other gripped the base of his shaft, guiding its rhythm as it slid between my lips. My tongue flicked over his tip, savoring the honeyed taste of his precum.
I couldn't help but notice the different men around us adjusting themselves in response to our scene.
“You don’t need to breathe, Aimee,” one of my friends said as she came up behind me and pushed my head further over him. He was now completely buried in my throat! I was choking and drooling!
I couldn't help but gag as he began to thrust deeper into my mouth. I loved this feeling, his cock pounding my face, but still my jaw was hurting and I struggled to keep going.
When finally, he cried out, signaling more than just a groan of pleasure, I thought I was in the clear. I pulled back, gasping for air, but a new voice appeared in front of me.
“Oh no you don’t!” A woman with jet-black hair and a body built for sin towered over me. She grabbed my head and forced me to take him back into my mouth.
“Hey baby,” the guy I was choking on said.
“Hi husband! I love making college a sluts choke on you,” She said as she kept forcing my head down. I struggled, but she wasn’t afraid to use force.
They were a married couple who liked to make a scene. Their connection was magnetic, and their dynamic was intriguing.
“You're going to clean that up, young lady,” She commanded, indicating the copious amount of drool that had pooled around me. Her words were firm but couched in a way that demanded respect. She held my hair in a tight grip, not painful, but with enough pressure that I knew she expected my obedience.
Then he erupted. Flooding my mouth with some of the most delicious cum I’ve ever had. I lapped it up eagerly, adoring the sense of power it gave me to make someone else feel so good.
As the woman—I'd learn later that her name was Professor Morgan—finally released her grip on my hair, she looked almost disappointed. As if she'd somehow missed out on the fun.
Then Professor Morgan looked to the crowd and held my mouth open. “Who wants in next?” She asked those gathered. Their reactions varied from excitement to shock. I knelt there with his sticky essence still on my tongue—the taste lingering and intoxicating.
A few guys stepped forward, but then quickly backed off. I caught the eye of a tall, athletic-looking man. His gaze shifted between me and his friends, contemplating the offer. With a nod from his buddies, he stepped closer.
As he undid his pants and his cock sprung free, I didn't shy away. I licked my lips, eager for what was about to happen.
This was a whole new territory for me; I'd never had multiple men lined up before. The thrill of the unknown was exhilarating.
The tall, athletic guy—later to be introduced as Mason—didn't wait for an invitation. He stepped closer, his cock hovering over my lips. I parted them and welcomed him in.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned as I began to slide my mouth up and down his shaft. The taste of his skin mingled with my previous "shot," and the combination was intoxicating.
I hungrily worked his cock, driven by a curious fusion of my innate sexuality, the thrill of exhibitionism, and the desire to push my own boundaries.
Mason's body tensed, his breathing heavy and uneven, betraying the imminence of his release.
"She's a natural!" A shout from the crowd accompanied with laugher and excitement. The room’s atmosphere electrified as their eyes wandered from one another and fixated on Professor Morgan's beautiful, devilish smile.
I could tell she relished in her power and control over this collegiate mecca of wild abandon. As the crowd hesitated, unsure of what to do next, Mason boldly took a step forward.
"Alright, I'll give it a go," he confidently stated, his voice strong and assertive. I appreciated his courage to embrace the unique scenario and his decision further fueled my curiosity about him.
Professor Morgan grabbed Mason's arm, pulling him into the mix as she whispered something discreetly in his ear.
A shiver of dread and anticipation slipped down my spine as I imagined what they might be conspiring.
"Well, your wish is our command," Mason smirked, a wicked gleam in his eye. My pussy clenched with an intoxicating mix of fear and lust as he turned his attention back to me.
His strong hands gripped my hair, fisting the strands in a manner that both hurt and exhilarated. Pulling my gaze upward, his lips found mine in a demanding kiss, while the party continued to pulse and swirl around us.
The taste of his mouth mingled with that of alcohol and cock, but still I couldn't deny the heat that enveloped me.
Suddenly, his grip on my hair tightened, ripping my mouth from his. "Hands behind your back," he commanded in a low, gravelly voice, as if he were revealing a well-rehearsed erotic fantasy.
The power exchange had already begun, and as I obeyed, I looked at Professor Morgan, her face glowing with an intoxicating allure as she surveyed the situation.
Her husband playfully nuzzled her neck, whispering in her ear with a confident smile on his face.
Mason leaned into me, his erection nudging my cheek, reminding me that I was still engaged in a lustful dance. He looped a silk tie around my wrists, tugging firmly so I knew to keep them secured behind my back.
"Swallow everything I give you," he said, a challenge in his eyes.