Chapter 4
The beer was flowing like water. The party was still very young and already guys had passed out and were staggering.
Some of the girls who were cavorting in bikinis and negligees were students at Northwestern, but a lot of them were gals who had simply been invited, with one pre-requisite- that they be good looking and stacked like a brick shithouse.
I stood in the middle of the room, in a cluster of hot, excited college cats, staring with a glass of bourbon in my hand at two long, sensuous legs, which were gliding erotically like two well oiled pistons moving at half speed. My entranced eyes would shift from the shapely legs to the well rounded, bouncing breasts.
Voices were loud and complimentary from her entranced spectators as the olive-skinned brunette danced barefoot atop a walnut table, which served as a makeshift stage.
"I'd like to eat that right up to the navel," Larry walked over and stood beside me, grinning. His eyes were red and his body unsteady from all the drinks he had had. Fortunately I was a little better off. I sipped my drinks while Larry and most of his friends had guzzled theirs.
The brunette moved with an intriguing catlike grace to the rhythmic accompaniment of a rock album blaring from a nearby stereo and the incessant hand claps and foot stomps of her horney admirers.
"You know her?" I asked Larry.
"Yeah, I recruited her for tonight."
"No shit?"
"No shit. She dances at one of the hottest topless bars on the North Side. I'll take you in there sometime."
"Please do."
"Her name's Angel."
To say that Angel was stacked would be a great understatement. The firm jutting breasts, which she controlled so beautifully with her dancing movements, making them jostle just right, just enough to keep all the guys watching her horney, must have measured in the high thirties, if not forty. Angel tapered down superbly from there, with a flat stomach that must have registered in the low twenties, and a pair of trim but sensuous hips and ankles.
As she worked her way with greater rapidity into the rhythm, the anthracite-eyed beauty with the stunning black hair that dangled down her sides and in back, began flaunting her body more recklessly.
"Doesn't she remind you of Mom?" Larry whispered.
"Yeah, she does. Especially the color of the hair and way she's stacked. I noticed that."
"There's one other thing too," Larry smiled. "What's that?"
"The way she wiggles that ass of hers. That's Mom all over."
"Yeah, you've got something there."
Angel had her audience totally spellbound, and those of us that weren't too drunk were sporting huge hard-ons. Her well-shaped ass revealed the ultimate in unbridled sensuality as she shook it convincingly.
With astute body control that left us spellbound, Angel would wander teasingly toward the end of the table, flipping her tits or ass toward a cluster of impassioned victims, then beat a quick retreat as the wolf whistles mounted deafeningly.
Angel had jumped on the table clad in a pair of black leotards fitted so snugly that they must have been wired for sound. I found out soon enough that they were easily removable.
The first expendable item was the top part of her costume, which she casually plucked off at the breasts, tossing a souvenir to her whistling mob of admirers. It was like turning back the clock and seeing Queen Cleopatra at her most stunning appearing before a mob of sex-starved Roman males.
My eyes temporarily lost themselves in the creamy mounds of flesh and the shadowy valley that separated them. They were like Mom's tits, big but firm. If there was one thing I had always hated, it was floppy, baggy breasts. Well, Angel's were anything but baggy. I lost myself in a reverie and imagined myself sucking and nibbling on them.
"Hello, men," I heard a drunken woman's voice laugh loudly. The voice contained a ring of familiarity, and snapped me out of my reverie. It was just that I was used to hearing it a little more sober.
"Marian, honey," Larry laughed.
I turned and observed Marian, her head cocked to one side, being supported by two young college guys about the age of my brother, each of whom helped hold her up.
"My friends told me there'd be a lot of fucking going on here," she grinned childishly.
"You came to the right place," Larry acknowledged with a nod.
"Where's the nearest bedroom, Larry?" one of the guys that was helping hold her up asked.
"That way," he pointed toward the hall, which led to the bedrooms, one of which was already doing a brisk business.
"Take me to the bedroom," Marian laughed. "I want a good fuck."
"That's what we're here for," one of the guys nodded.
"Remember, you two guys are welcome to drop in," Marian winked as they moved toward the bedroom, stumbling through a swirling mob of drunken men and an occasional girl. "You're my friends, too, and there's plenty enough to go around for you too."
"Thanks, we'll keep that in mind," Larry grinned.
Actually I was willing to pass her up, at least until she sobered up sufficiently to make the effort worthwhile. If there was one thing that bugged me about broads, along with the saggy breast taboo that I just mentioned, it was having them get too damned drunk. Unless I was every bit as bad, I just couldn't take the frivolous line of chatter along with the slow, uncoordinated movements. If I happened to be the same way, well that was different, but I was far from drunk at the moment, and my eyes were still riveted on an also sober Angel, who, having revealed her lovely tits in all their glory, was working her way toward removing other portions of her sexy costume.
She worked downward with precision and skill, stopping at the portion of her costume that covered everything from below her breasts to her navel.
A resounding chorus of "Ole" greeted her action. Once again she tossed a black garment to her waiting throng of loyal subjects in the nonchalant manner of a movie star tossing a souvenir to a bevy of starstruck youngsters. She had her movements down to perfection, knowing just how to tease the cocks of all present, of all those whose feelings there hadn't been stunted by alcohol.
Now it was time for the grand climax, the moment at which Angel would complete her total mastery over her awed admirers. As she smiled triumphantly, completely nude from head to stomach, the throng grew suddenly silent as it awaited the final unveiling.
"Just watch," Larry whispered into my ear. "You're really gonna love this."
Angel tantalizingly removed the bottom of her costume, producing raucous cheers and shouts from the assembled gathering. Her legs looked absolutely stunning completely exposed. They were long and lithe, reflecting a showgirl-like construction. My cock shifted restlessly inside my pants. I just had to have her, had to. Before I had seen Angel, many of the other girls who were circulating in the room looked appealing to me, and I thought about screwing any number of them. But once my eyes and my hot dong became firmly riveted on Angel, she was all I could think of. She dominated my thoughts with the same thoroughness that Mom had the night before.
Her cunt was still covered by a wafer-thin G-string, precipitating a series of whistles and awes. Excitement mounted tensely as Angel pranced nakedly on the table, a grin forming at her lips in satisfaction. A performer was acknowledging the unbridled enthusiasm of her audience.
With enticing, wiggling movements of her trim legs, she continued weaving her magic spell over us. My cock was bone hard as my eyes dropped in hypnotic fascination to her lovely pubic bush. My eyes remained fixed on her triangle as her legs shot out toward me several times in a darting dance movement. Each time I thought I'd shoot my rocks off, she aroused me that much. If she could excite me that much by just dancing, I couldn't help but think how much excitement I would derive through sharing the same sack with her.
On one occasion Angel pranced over to me, a broad smile flickering in her beautiful face, and showed me her gorgeous ass. It was so so creamy and firm, so beautifully rounded, that I was tempted to jump right up on that table and sodomize it instantly.
"Would you like to have her?" Larry asked me, still in a whisper.
"Now what the hell do you think? You think this nervous dong is standing out there just cause it needs the exercise."
"That's a pretty good answer," he laughed, slapping me playfully on the back. "Let me take care of everything, little brother. I'm looking out for your interests."
At that point Larry walked away, shoving his way through a cluster of guys, standing right next to the table, inches from the beauteous body of Angel, who winked at him.
She worked her way into the act's finale, which practically had me shooting in my pants. Several times I felt like reaching into my drawers and jacking off, the temptation was that powerful. She went into a series of complicated handstands, in the course of which she showed off her lovely box from every angle, giving the natives something to be even more restless about than before.
Activity then came abruptly to a halt as Angel took several long, extended bows to the accompaniment of a roomful of cheers. With applause still ringing in her ears, Angel bounced jauntily from the table. Her beautiful ass swayed from side to side as she strutted toward the hall, where Marian had gone with her two friends a few minutes before, where the bedrooms were located.
As she turned the corner at the hallway and passed out of view a drunken Barry Davis, the big fraternity man who was throwing the party in conjunction with my brother Larry, jumped up on the table. He was even more red-eyed than Larry, with hair hanging down in his face. He had come from one of the bedrooms a few minutes earlier, where he had undoubtedly received more than his share of action. He held up a restraining hand, urging silence, waiting until the chaotic excitement generated by Angel's dance, followed by her quick departure, terminated. As he stood waiting for the roar to die I noticed a cute blonde in a negligee hand Larry a mug of beer as he stood sprawled next to the table.
"May I have the undivided attention of this group, please," his hoarse voice began in a slur. The last of the buzzing then dramatically died. "Thank you," he nodded, smiling childishly. "Tonight, following in our best traditions, we gave you a show in perfectly good taste, one designed to stimulate the minds of young men. Don't you agree?"
A mixture of raucous cheers and shrill whistles greeted his statement. He kept standing there with that stupid grin, waiting for all the noise to die out.
"That's not all that got stimulated, either," my older brother chimed in with his characteristic sense of good timing, causing another quick chorus of laughter and applause to follow.
"Thank you, Larry," Barry acknowledged. "Last party we threw we might have had a group of cute chorus girls, but tonight we had ourselves a star, and don't you horney bastards forget it."
"Three cheers for Angel," Larry hoisted his beer mug.
"Since you've been so goddamned anxious to talk, Larry," the drunken speaker faced my brother, "now I'm gonna give you a chance to say all you want. Go to it."
Barry staggered off of the table while Larry was staggering on. They almost bumped into each other, which caused some laughter from the audience. The boys were getting horney. Those who hadn't already gotten their rocks off, or weren't too drunk to, were anxious to remedy matters right then.
"It's my privilege to announce our male star of the night, the guy that's gonna get to roll in the hay with that voluptuous hunk of woman who just left this room," Larry began dramatically. "Unfortunately there can be only one lucky man, one lucky cock, who can take on this gorgeous hunk of femininity tonight. I happen to know tonight's star very well, the man we've selected for this honor. He might still be in high school, but you'd never know it by looking at him, and after I told Angel he'd be her companion for a little rendezvous of bedroom jousting, she not only thanked me, but even gave me a kiss."
"And you're pissed as hell that she stopped there," Barry quipped, getting even with Larry for some of his previous jibes. The group burst into laughter.
"So anyway, I think you can understand my motivation when I say that this big lumbering guy that we selected is a football player, and I'm working like hell to get him to become one of us, to join our famous fraternity in a couple years, which won't hurt us in the prestige department. Anyway the lucky guy is my little brother Scott."
The group burst dramatically into applause and my heart began pounding relentlessly, just as it had the night before when I was approaching the moment of truth with Mom. I had thought at different stages of the introduction that Larry was talking about me, but I never did conclude that for sure until he made the remark about the lumbering football player. Personally I considered it stupid for everybody to make such a big thing out of me getting into my uniform and doing my best to knock other people down, something I did exceptionally well. But it made you sought after at the colleges, who were hoping to gain your services, while the fraternities liked the prestige of having a celebrated grid star on the team.
While my heart was still pounding and my big dick throbbing with anticipation I walked down the hall, looking for the bedroom where Larry told me I would find Angel. It turned out that it was right next to the room where Marian was balling with her two friends. The door was wide open when I walked by and Marian was stroking one of the guy's cocks while the other one had his head planted between her legs as he sucked hungrily on her hot snatch.
"Scott, baby, how's it going?" she giggled drunkenly as I walked past her, breaking up my concentrated line of thinking, which was squarely on Angel and how I was going to please her.
"Hi, doll."
"Come on in here and join the party. You're always welcome in any sex orgy I'm a part of."
"Thanks but I've already got an engagement."
"Well you don't have to be high hat about it."
"I'm not being high hat," I stopped long enough to tell her. "I love you too."
"That's good, cause when you get through doing what you'll be doing I want you to come back and visit me."
"I'll do that, baby."
That made her happy. A big grin flashed on her face as the guy dug in all the deeper, nibbling relentlessly on her clit and sucking her torrid snatch with all the enthusiasm he had in him. She then ran her tongue up and down the base of the other guy's cock. She was giving his balls a generous tug as I passed out of view.
I knocked softly on the bedroom door of the room right next to the one being noisily occupied by Marian and her two chums.
"Yes," the sexy, resonant voice inside answered.
"This is Scott. I was-"
"I know, dear," Angel interrupted me. "Come in, please. The door's open and I'm waiting for you."
Now the heart was pounding even harder than before as my trembling fingers opened the door. She was so suave and sophisticated, a woman of the world, just like Mom. These were the chicks that could turn me on over and over again. The Marians were fine, sensuous and good screws, but as far as I was concerned I'd take them like Mom and Angel every time. And I had wonderful Larry to thank for this opportunity. Had he not personally intervened I would probably be in the other room making it with drunken, noisy Marian just to get my rocks off.
The room was dimly lit for romantic effect. The fraternity boys, with my brother no doubt leading the way, had done things proudly. Two tiny candles flickered from a silver candelabra, which supplied the room's only illumination.
Angel smiled warmly as I entered the room, her glistening white teeth providing a sparkle in the barely illuminated setting, contrasting perfectly with her raven hair and olive skin.
She was lying sexily, her legs spread ever so slightly, in the huge bed. She wore a light blue lounging robe and was puffing leisurely on a cigarette.
A portable light brown table sat next to the bed. A full open bottle of champagne lay perched inside a silver container, submerged dramatically in ice cubes. Next to the champagne bottle were two empty glasses.
I stood in frozen silence before Angel. Our eyes met. My cock began swirling all the more restlessly inside my pants. My hands trembled slightly and my tongue shifted nervously inside my tightly closed mouth.
"Sit down and relax," Angel casually broke the tension. Her well-modulated voice sent shivers racing down my spine. If ever a girl that young exuded complete command of a sexual situation it was Angel.
"Thank you."
She moved her long, trim legs slightly to make room for me next to her on the bed. Angel eyed me momentarily, letting her eyes drop down to my crotch, where she received the unmistakable message that I was ready for action. Crying for it would have been more accurate.
"How'd you like to pour us a couple glasses of champagne," she smiled coyly, circulating her tongue slowly around the edges of her mouth, conveying a message all too clear, "then we can cuddle up next to each other and drink it."
I poured the glasses and looked at her. She patted an empty part of the bed with her open hand to indicate where she wanted me.
"Just lie down and we'll get better acquainted."
"I would love to."
"I like the challenge of taking on a real young guy. How old are you? I know your brother told me."
"I'm sixteen."
"Yes, the wonders of youth, and the way that our young generation is growing. It's absolutely fantastic." She illustrated by running her fingers over the tip of my prick. Then I handed her the glass I had poured for her benefit. Actually she wasn't that much older than I was, maybe three or four years older than Larry, but she had obviously been around a lot of men. She had scores of charms that had titillated numerous men and she knew just how to put them to work.
I took a couple of sips from the champagne and completely lost interest. With the captivating sight in front of me I couldn't have cared less about anything else.
Angel took one long last puff from her cigarette before killing it, extinguishing the remainder in an ash tray on the table. Now she was ready for bigger and better things.
"Undress me," she whispered.
There wasn't much undressing to do. I pulled her robe from her and let my eyes take in the captivating sight beneath, the firm, ivory skin, so naked, so appealing, so fuckable. "God but you're gorgeous," I found myself saying, corny though it was. It just happened to be the first thing that blurted out of my barely conscious mind.
"That's what they say. And you've got a gorgeous cock. I can see the outline of it through your pants. You must be awfully hot for me."
"Are you kidding? I'm on fire."
"Okay, honey. Get your clothes off and we'll do something about that fire you've got inside you."
My eager fingers were all thumbs for the next few seconds as they tore away at my clothes, pulling and tugging until I was finally every bit as naked as she was.
"Wow, I like your size, not bad at all," she nodded, reaching out and running her fingers up and down my hard dong.
"Every inch of it is yours."
"I know, baby."
She drew me to her, kissing my lips searingly as she ran her fingers through my hair, ruffling it. A hand ran searchingly down to my inflated prick, which she caressed while we kissed. Angel worked her way finally inside my mouth. There tongue locked against tongue in unquenchable bliss. I could hear her breath becoming heavier, as was mine.
Angel's long trim thighs began trembling violently. The rest of her was spasming as well as we continued to let our tongues swirl in unmitigated adventure around each other.
She let one of her legs lock around one of mine, allowing it to run smoothly against my leg. The extra contact excited me all the more. My heart pulsated and my breath was reduced to a series of short, puffy gasps.
"Let's make this beautiful," Angel whispered as she withdrew her tongue from my mouth. In the background I should hear Marian squealing next door.
"It's gotta be," I said firmly. "I won't let it be any other way."
"Now you're talking like a real man."
"And I'm feeling like one."
"Are you ever."
Her head swooped down suddenly on my inviting long stick. First her fingers played with it for a few quick strokes. Then her tongue began sliding around the tip, increasing the flow of excitement within me, causing my already racing pulse to race a little more.
"I'm gonna give you an unforgettable blow job," she announced, tugging at my swollen balls.
Angel's tongue rubbed softly against the tip of my penis. She worked her tongue over the smoothness of my searing tool, gradually letting the pace of excitement soar within me.
She finally engulfed my cock, overwhelming me with her naked sensuality, causing me to gasp and tremble with every stimulating movement. I sighed and closed my eyes, concentrating intensely on the adventure that was going on between my legs. My cock felt so good pressed against the flesh of her fiery red tongue. It slid in and out to the tip from her pulsating movements.
Angel pushed her hands against the folds of flesh at my buttocks to sustain herself, continuing to drive her tongue zealously as a flood-tide of passion unfolded inside me.
"Oh, suck it," I gasped, "I love your movements. Make love to me until I fuck you in the mouth."
She plunged her lips down my shaft toward the curly patch of pubic hair near my crotch. She kept her face pressed endearingly against me as my body spasmed and I let out a series of unintelligible grunts, captivated by the violent, naked, passionate act of oral love that was going on.
I opened my eyes once more and watched her gasp and moan as she continued pumping me ever eagerly toward an orgasm. The explosion was gradually building with heightening rapidity, building with every violent tongue movement. She inhaled my male smell and absorbed my warmth, letting her fingers slide smoothly over my testicles while her tongue continued working up and down over my shaft.
As the orgasm built in my loins my legs began convulsing more violently than before. My hips started thrusting upward toward her face as she sought to swallow every delightful morsel of sensation in my hard dick. She had it in as deep as it would go. I continued spasming and breathing heavier. She knew how close I was and sped the process up all the more by continuing to run her fingers over my balls.
Angel raised her head some more, taking in even more of my prick. I was in her so deep that I could hardly believe it. Finally all she had was my glans between her lips as her tongue continued beating a steady pace over me. She plunged, retreated, then plunged some more, her mouth a whirling, swirling mass of erotic excitement. Her lips clung tightly to the sensitive skin and the surface of my erect phallus.
"Oh, get ready," I took a deep breath, then gasped.
She gripped my buttocks cheeks eagerly and shot her head forward in one swift gulp.
The need inside me reaching a crying moment of climax. My legs were trembling and I let out a huge gasp.
"Take me, take all of me," I bellowed. "Oh, that's it, suck it all out, it's coooommmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggggg."
I closed my eyes and felt the hot semen spill voluminously into her waiting mouth. I heard some familiar slurping sounds as she endeavored to take in every drop.
"You're a very healthy boy," she said with calm reserve seconds after swallowing my load. The contrast was so swift and pronounced that I burst into laughter. Angel also had a sense of humor, joining me with laughter of her own.
Perhaps I had orgasmed once, and perhaps I should have felt like relaxing long enough to catch my breath, but Angel's voluptuous presence made me feel like going right back into action. I threw my arms around her and submerged my lips against hers in quick, jutting forward thrusts.
"You're very horney," she smiled, "as horney as I'd thought you'd be judging by these magnificent endowments."
She went right to work on my endowments, which didn't need all that much encouragement, tickling my balls and running her fingers sweepingly up and down the base of my big prick.
"You're all man, just like I expect the guys I fuck with to be," she told me in those low sexy tones of hers. "Give me some more action, baby, let's play the oral game again. Only this time two can play."
The message was simple enough. She wanted some brisk sixty-nine action, and I was only too happy to comply. Her body was so over-poweringly exciting that I couldn't ever envision myself as anything but hot for her. No matter how many times I had done it during a given day or night, I couldn't ever see myself tiring to the point of not being able to bring my cock up for her.
"Give my tits a little action," she suggested.
"Would I ever love to."
Her mammary endowments were among her most impressive features, and I was determined to sample them in all their erotic glory. My itchy fingers went to work playing with her breasts, running exploringly over both her voluptuous tits and the shadowy valley which separated them. They were so creamy and rich, so soft yet firm, so precious to fondle.
"Your fingers are okay too, sweetheart," she complimented. "You really know how to massage a woman."
My heart began beating with greater rapidity as my fingers became alive with a burning heat. They savored contact with her shapely mounds of flesh. My fingers pressed firmly against her breast, then against the rose-tipped petal. Slowly I lowered my mouth and took deadly aim, letting my tongue sweep lazily but sexily between her boobs, attacking her shadowy valley but biding my time in the process. I would let things build, work her into a passionate state so that our sixty-nine would be the best possible.
After my tongue slapped against her voluptuous cleavage I let it transfer to her left tit, which I flicked my tongue against at a rapid clip. As the pace continued to build she became more erotically aroused, her hips swaying back and forth with every one of my passionate movements.
"Now we're making beautiful music," she nodded appreciatively.
"It couldn't be anything but with you around."
"Thank you, honey. Keep it up."
As I went back to energetically sucking her left tit, stopping periodically to nibble on her firm skin, I heard some more carryings on in the next room. I could hear both Larry and Marian giggling, which meant that Marian was now taking on three guys.
The tit sucking continued for the next several minutes unabated. After I finished her left tit I tackled the right, doing every bit as convincing a job on it as I had on the other one.
By the time I finished with her breasts a hungry passion had risen within me to taste her fount of womanhood. My eyes traveled hungrily down to her cunt. I moved my hand down toward it, letting it lazily caress her pussy.
"That feels so good," she sighed, "so good."
I slipped a fingertip into a new flowing of slipperiness. My finger went to work energetically on her clitoris. No sooner did I go to work on her clit in earnest than she was gasping and writhing like a woman totally dominated with desire.
As my finger continued playing with her clit she maneuvered her body on top of mine, not stopping until her cunt and ass rested just above my head. I was looking at the most beautiful scenery in town, as well shaped an ass as I've ever seen combined with a furry triangle dripping from her own womanly excitement.
Now it was just a question of continuing to arouse her until I tasted her. I remembered what my brother Larry, always right on when it came to the appropriate phrase, said about wanting to eat Angel right up to her navel. Well, here I was, little brother, with the opportunity to do just that. Angel's tongue was stationed right over my dick, which by that time had swollen back up to its former length, and prospects loomed bright for a whale of a double suck.
"Let's suck a little ass first, doll," she suggested.
Not even waiting for a response, she went to work running her hot tongue up my asshole. She displayed excellent tongue control, exercising just the right style of pace, not too fast, not too slow.
I was in a mood to reciprocate, and did, letting my tongue travel inside her beautifully shaped ass. We pushed our bodies through their paces at top speed. In and out our tongues darted torridly, our hot asses flailing in the breeze as the sensations reeling within our systems magnified.
The longer I sucked her the more she began to squirm, until my head was perpetually twisting and turning to keep up the pace of her movements. Finally, to no surprise of mine, she took her tongue out of my asshole long enough to gasp: "Go to work on my pussy, baby. I'm ready to shoot."
"Okay. My cock's not far away either."
"I know. It's time to switch."
Her head sank downward with one impactful thrust to my flaming prick, which she attacked with reckless abandon. She was as hot for me as I was hot to deposit my juices in her. Angel rammed a hot finger up my ass, which she used in corkscrew fashion, causing my body to vibrate and my heart to pound a few beats faster.
I held my own with some torrid sucking of her snatch. Her pussy lips opened invitingly, begging for release, as my tongue flipped back and forth with rapid precision movements. My fingers squeezed her ass cheeks, holding them somewhat in place to reduce the effects of her erotic wiggles.
From the way that we were matching each other's strokes I figured there was a good chance we'd come together. With that objective in mind I was all the more determined to push ahead rapidly.
She closed her eyes and got set for the big spurt. I knew it was near from the unmistakable itchy twinge centered at the base of my prong and in my electrically alive nuts.
Her wet lips pushed up and down my long shaft as the tension continued to build. While I was draining the hot pussy out of her and into my waiting mouth she was finishing the act of bringing me off.
Angel tickled my balls several times as she made her final few plunges. I had received my licking desire and now she was going after hers. My legs were shaking with anticipation as she finally brought me off. The hot white jism bolted from out of the end of my hot stick and into her mouth. She sucked out every drop, then looked up at me and said: "Not bad. Not bad at all."