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Halloween with
Shauna (2nd in a series)
Dear Phantasies,
Since you published
my letter about how Shauna and I first met, I
thought you might be interested in hearing about one of our recent
adventures. Although sex between us is always great, we've recently
had
an experience that we think is worth sharing with your readers.
For those who missed
my first letter, I'm a graduate student at an Ivy
League college, and Shauna is a freshman at the same school.
She's five
feet tall, with red hair, green eyes, and a body that fits my
specification for the perfect sex partner: 36-24-34, and muscular
in a
very feminine way, especially in the legs and ass. Her fiery
passions
(in bed and otherwise) betray her Irish heritage. I stand 5'-10",
and
weigh 145 pounds, and I'm in very good shape from a regular exercise
routine. My sports have conditioned me more for stamina than
for
strength, which is a big help for the way Shauna and I like our
sex.
It was the weekend
before Halloween, and naturally various fraternities
and sororities were holding their Halloween parties. Our usual
playmates, Mike and Sindra, had gone to Mike's parents' house
for the
weekend, so Shauna and I were on our own. I've never been much
of a fan
of fraternity parties, but she had been looking forward to this
one for
a while, so I agreed. I really do have a hard time not giving
into her
wishes. At first, I had resisted, but finally she had explained
why she
was so hot to go to the Alpha Delta Phi party.
"The girls
in my dorm told me that every year, the party turns into a
costumed orgy," she said.
"Mm hmm.
Have any of them ever been to it themselves?" I asked.
"Well, no,
but there's always some truth behind a rumor, right?" she
countered.
"Usually there
is," I had to agree. "But what if there isn't?"
She gave me her
patented angel-and-devil-in-one grin, and said, "Well,
we'll just have to make sure that there is, won't we?"
Well, I don't believe
in doing things halfway, so we made sure we had
the best costumes we could come up with, and spent a couple of
Saturdays
working on them. We chose a couple of comic book characters,
Shadowcat
and Nightcrawler. Shauna's costume consisted of a blue leotard,
light
blue tights, blue bomber-style jacket, blue domino mask, and,
much to my
delight, a pair of calf-high blue boots with four-inch heels.
Blue
isn't really her color, but she looked absolutely great. My
character,
Nightcrawler, has a rather demonic appearance, but he's really
a good
guy. I put on midnight-blue face paint and hair dye, with a
red
leotard, black tights, white gloves, and matching white boots.
I also
wore a fake pair of pointed ears, and had fake fangs that I could
put in
when I wanted to show them off. The hardest part was the tail,
which I
eventually ended up draping over my shoulder to keep it from
getting
stepped on.
So, in these crazy
outfits, we headed for A-D-Phi. I was glad to see
that they were turning away anyone who wasn't in costume. It
kept the
crowding down, and made sure we were all in the proper spirit.
The band
was good, and we danced and snacked and met new people. There
weren't
many that either of us knew there. Neither of us usually drinks
much,
but as the night wore on, we got pretty thirsty, and there were
no
non-alcoholic beverages around, so we both managed to get mildly
buzzed.
There was another couple we'd met, in Tarzan and Jane costumes,
who
really looked the part. Tarzan was big, muscular, and tanned,
while
Jane's tits threatened to fall out of her leopard bikini top
with every
motion. We traded dancing partners throughout the night, until
just
after midnight, when we happened to get caught with each other's
dates
when a slow dance started. "Do you think Shauna will mind?"
Jane (that
really *was* her name) asked, as she pressed herself against
me. I
looked over, and noticed that Shauna was already doing the same
with
Tarzan (who was actually named Kevin), and decided that she wouldn't
mind. Throughout the dance, Jane got more and more intimate,
and my
reaction wasn't at all hidden by my leotard. I began to wish
I'd stuck
with the Robocop costume, until Jane reached down and stroked
my cock,
saying, "I've always wanted to fuck a super-hero. Interested?"
Not
quite sure of how to handle this, I looked over at Kevin and
Shauna.
Due to the foot and a half difference in their heights, he was
now
carrying her as they danced, and from the way her legs had wrapped
around his waist, it looked like she was screwing him through
his
loincloth already.
"I'll check
with Shauna. You ask Kevin," I said, just as the dance
ended. We quickly went back to our dates. Shauna seemed rather
breathless, and was blushing as I told her what Jane had said.
I
reminded her about her hoping for an orgy, and she agreed, but
said she
had to get some fresh air first. As we turned around, though,
we were
surprised to see Kevin pulling on his coat and storming out,
with Jane
following him. Apparently, only three of our potential foursome
had
been up to it. "What now?" I asked. "Back to
my place?"
"No, not yet,"
Shauna said. "I'm still looking for adventure, and
Tarzan's cock was so big, I was almost coming just thinking about
getting it inside me." Now, a lot of guys might've taken
this the wrong
way, but we have a very special relationship, and I know that
whatever
gets her hot, I'm the one who it always pays off for, so I really
didn't
mind. "I've got an idea," she continued. "Let's
do it right here!"
"Here on the
dance floor?"
"No, there's
too much beer on the floor already. I don't like screwing
in beer. Let's find a room." I didn't ask how she'd formed
her opinions
about screwing in beer, but just followed her as she headed off
to find
a good room. The imp in her had taken over that night, and she
insisted
on using a room not too far from the party, so we could hear
the music,
and so there'd be just a chance of getting caught.
"What if someone
walks in on us?" I asked. I wasn't really worried. If
we'd survived the locker-room orgy where we first met, one uninvited
guest wouldn't be a problem.
"Let 'em find
us. I'll fuck 'em all!" she said. By this point, I was
starting to worry, just a bit. You see, I had no doubt that
under the
right conditions, she *could* fuck the entire fraternity, their
dates,
and the guys in the band, and still want more. And that seemed
to be
what she was looking for this time.
We found an empty
bedroom, a small single, about 5 doors up the hall,
and let ourselves in. Like most fraternity bedrooms I've seen,
it had
all the amenities: Loft, laundry on the floor, Penthouse and
Sports
Illustrated pictures on the wall, packs of condoms on the dresser,
etc.
Shauna picked up the condoms. "Look at this!" she
said. "Unlubricated!
This guy must not think at all about what the girl wants!"
"Maybe he
only fucks little flash-floods like you, and he doesn't need
lubricated ones?" I suggested. I grabbed for her ass, but
she dodged
me, and started rummaging around some more. It seemed she was
enjoying
this for more than just sexual reasons.
"No, wait,
here we go! Large economy size, yet!" She had found a
squeeze tube of lubricant, and had started smearing it on her
fingers.
"Not bad," she said. "Better than KY. Hell of
a lot better than
Vaseline." Again, I decided not to ask, although I was sure
she was
dying to tell me the story. I decided a more direct approach
was in
order, so I scooped her up and tried to put her on the loft.
"Not the
loft!" she protested, "I want to get fucked in the
laundry." By this
time, I was sure she was either a lot crazier or a lot drunker
than I'd
originally believed. But, as always, I had to give in. The
fact that
she was now on her knees, sucking on my dick through the fabric
of my
costume might've influenced my decision. I pushed her back over
into
the laundry, and started pulling off her clothes. Unfortunately,
our
costumes weren't built for quickies, and I had to get her completely
naked, except for the mask. She squirmed around through the
entire
process, not really resisting, but making it damned difficult
anyway.
As soon as I got
her jacket and leotard off, I went after her breasts,
trying to suck on them, since I know that's the quickest way
to get her
totally involved. She wasn't going for it this time, though,
and she
rolled over on her stomach, and brought her knees up under her,
so that
her sweet little rear end was sticking straight up in the air.
She
wiggled it at me, in a way that has to be seen to be believed,
and said,
"I've got better things than that for you, hero!" I
was getting as
frustrated as I was horny, so I grabbed her boots and started
trying to
pull them off, while she kept on kicking and wriggling. I finally
succeeded in getting them off without getting kicked in the face,
and
flipped her over again, going for the waistband of her tights.
She
wasn't done playing yet, though, and threw me another curve ball.
I've
mentioned how strong her legs are (and how much I love to get
them
wrapped around me!), and she put them to good use, planting both
feet in
the middle of my chest and heaving me halfway across the room.
I landed
flat on my back with the wind knocked out of me, and before I
could
recover, she was all over me. "Nobody pulls off Shadowcat's
tights and
gets away with it!" she laughed. "Now, super-villain
scum, you'll pay!"
I considered resisting,
just to get even, but our exertions had gotten
me so hot, I just wanted her to get my clothes off and do something
to
me! In under a minute, she'd gotten me naked and had jammed
my cock
into her mouth. She'd been practicing, trying to learn how to
deep-throat me, and it seemed her lessons from Sindra were paying
off.
I was amazed as all seven inches slid down her throat in one
easy
motion, and she began pumping it in and out of her mouth. Every
few
strokes, she'd stop pumping, and just lick the head for a while.
"Baby,
you're the greatest!" I said, when I'd caught my breath.
"It's my new
super-power," she said. "I'm thinking of changing
my name
to Oral Sex Girl. Or maybe Blowjob-Cat."
"Stop talking,
and put that thing back in your mouth," was the only
response I could think of. She obliged, and once again I felt
myself
being sucked all the way in. She surprised me again by poking
her
tongue out past my cock and tickling my balls with it at the
same time.
If you've ever had that done to you, you know how great it is.
If you
haven't, go out and get it done to you! "Well, Blowjob-Cat,
I'm about
ready to super-come in your super-mouth. What do you think of
that?"
"Oh, no, NightBaller,
you can't do that!" she squealed. She left me
there, and crawled back over to the laundry heap, and again stuck
her
ass up in the air and started wiggling it at me. I followed
her,
wondering what she had up her sleeve this time.
"Are you going
to play nice now, or do I have to get rough with you?" I
asked, in my most menacing tone.
"Oooh, please,
get rough with me! You know it turns me on!" Actually,
I
know it doesn't as a rule, but since she was definitely not her
usual
self tonight, I grabbed her tights, tugged them off, and applied
a few
not-very-gentle swats to her behind. "Hey, I was kidding
about getting
rough!" she said, "Here. Play with my tits instead."
As she said this,
she rolled over onto her back, and started squeezing her nipples
between
her fingers. I eagerly licked my way up her body, from her hips
to her
breasts, and started sucking on them, nice and hard the way she
likes,
throwing in the occasional love-bite just to keep her interest
up. I
could feel one hand on the back of my head, and out of the corner
of my
eye I could see the other starting to probe her dripping pussy.
I
reached out a hand to help, and found her to be as drenched as
ever. I
got three fingers inside her, with a thumb on her clit, and had
her
bucking and panting through about three orgasms, when she said,
"Quick,
get the lubricant!"
I was amazed.
"Lubricant?" I asked, never letting up the motion.
"I've
got most of my hand sloshing around inside your cunt, your ass
is
floating in a puddle of pussy juice, and you want lubricant?"
"Get the damned
lubricant, and I'll show you what I want it for!" she
gasped, as the fourth orgasm hit. So, I got the damned lubricant,
and
she showed me what she wanted it for. She squeezed some into
the palm
of her hand, and started smearing it around on her breasts.
"The hell
with it," she said, and just gave the tube a couple of long
squeezes,
emptying most of it directly onto her tits. "Now, stick
that thing of
yours up here where it'll do us both some good," she commanded
me. I
gladly complied, since I love a good tit-fuck, and Shauna's the
best I
know. The lubricant had run all over her chest, shoulders, and
stomach
as well, so I was just sliding around trying to keep myself on
top of
her, giving her a full-torso fuck. It was crazy, but it was
the best!
To help me out, she grabbed hold of my ass with both hands, and
guided
me back and forth. She started shoving me far enough forward
so that
she could pop the head of my cock in and out of her mouth on
each
stroke. After about five minutes of this, I knew I was close
to losing
it again, and I guess she could tell, too. "Are you going
to come now?"
she asked. I just nodded. "Then fuck me, quick! Nice
and hard and
deep!"
I climbed off her,
and she turned over. "Do it doggie-style for me,"
she said. I would've done it kangaroo-style if she'd asked,
and I
wasted no time in shoving my cock into her. We instantly started
slamming back and forth into each other, so that I was going
balls-deep
and then some with every stroke. I started to come, and I grabbed
her
shoulders, pulling her up so that we were both kneeling, her
in front of
me. I reached around and grabbed a handful of tit in each hand,
burying
my face in her shoulder. She braced herself with one hand, and
rubbed
her clit with the other, bringing herself to yet another orgasm.
I'd
never seen her have more than four before, but this was at least
her
fifth, and she showed no sign of stopping. I kept pumping my
load deep
inside of her, loving the feeling of her tight little ass pressed
against my thighs, and the feeling of her dancing to the rhythm
of her
own orgasms.
When we'd finally
finished, we collapsed into the pile of clothes around
us and squeezed and kissed each other. We could still hear the
music
from the dance floor, so the party was still going on. We were
looking
for our clothes and discussing the possibility of doing it again
when we
got home, when we heard the vocalist for the band announce that
they
were going to take a break and come back for their last set.
We knew we
were in trouble then, because someone was bound to notice us
coming out
of the bedroom. We were frantically looking for her leotard
when
disaster struck, and we heard two voices, male and female, outside
the
room. He was trying to talk her into coming in, and she was
resisting.
Not taking any chances, Shauna did the practical thing, and dove
under
the laundry. I took a second to turn of the light, and then
joined her.
"You want adventure? You got it!" I whispered, just
as the door opened
and a small desk lamp was switched on.
Apparently the
guy had won, and we were stuck there until they went away
again, or caught us. We couldn't see a thing, but we could hear
it all.
They quickly undressed (throwing even more clothes onto us),
kissed for
a moment, and then she climbed up the ladder to the loft. He
turned off
the light and followed. For about the next hour, we were treated
to the
sounds of some rather unimaginative sex from above us, as we
quietly
kissed and fondled each other in the dark of the laundry heap.
We
couldn't say anything, but I was sure Shauna was loving every
minute of
it. I could just imagine what was going through her mind when
the guy
above us begged for blow job, and the girl refused on the grounds
that
it was "gross." After the second time they'd done it,
she excused
herself to go find a bathroom, and he started snoring the instant
she
was out the door. Shauna started extricating herself from the
clothes
on the floor, and I thought we were making our escape, until
she
whispered in my ear, "The poor guy had to go to sleep without
getting
his cock sucked. This is a job for me! I've just got to do
this!
He'll never know what hit him!"
"What am *I*
supposed to do?" I asked.
"Wait until
what's-her-name comes back, and do what you do best," she
answered, and gave my hardening dick a quick squeeze. She stepped
over
to the door, opened it, closed it again, and started up the ladder.
The
guy in the loft didn't even wake up, until I heard him give a
startled
yelp, and I knew Shauna had started on him.
"I thought
you didn't do that?" I heard him say.
"I couldn't
resist," she whispered back. And she was telling the truth,
too, I knew. I heard them continue going at it for a few more
minutes,
until I heard her ask him to go down on her. From the ensuing
scuffling, I guessed he'd agreed. I couldn't help wondering
why he
hadn't noticed yet that it wasn't the same girl. Maybe he had,
and just
didn't care. Meanwhile, I'd moved over to a position by the
door,
waiting to grab the girl when she came back in. This was Shauna's
show,
and I wasn't going to let anything ruin it for her. I got lucky,
and
they had quieted down for a moment when the door opened, and
a girl
almost my height, wearing a bathrobe, came in. I quickly grabbed
her
and kissed her on the mouth, untying the bathrobe with one hand
and
easing the door shut with the other. I found out later, Shauna
had
wrapped her legs around the guy's head at that moment, to keep
him from
seeing or hearing anything. The girl, who was drunk, stupid,
horny, or
all of the above, didn't offer me any resistance as I pulled
off her
robe and eased her down onto the floor.
Back in the laundry
pile, I thought. I can't wait to get home and make
love to my girlfriend in the good old missionary position in
a good old
bed. In the meantime, I'd gotten this girl I'd never even seen
naked on
the floor of some stranger's room, while he ate my girlfriend's
pussy in
a loft above us. Shauna lost it then, and started moaning.
"What's
that?" the genius under me asked, and she actually believed
me when I
said it was just a couple of friends. I took my mouth off her
tits,
which were nice, but much smaller than Shauna's, and spun around
to
start licking her pussy. It, conversely, was nice, but much
larger than
Shauna's. I guessed she must've done this sort of thing fairly
often.
Then she surprised me, because in spite of what she'd told the
other
guy, she slid my cock into her mouth and started sucking it,
and not
like a first-timer, either. Great, I thought, anything to keep
her from
talking. I had other reasons not to complain, of course. Meantime,
Shauna and her playmate had apparently quit fooling around, because
I
heard her offering to get on top, and then the whole loft started
to
shake. Headlines of 'Four Killed In Fraternity Sex Disaster'
flashed
through my mind, so I started sucking my new partner's clit with
even
more determination. She began writhing around, but didn't miss
a stroke
in sucking me off.
What happened next
can only be described as a sexual chain reaction.
Shauna was apparently doing quite a job on herself and her anonymous
partner, because she started in with her usual deep growls, then
started
moaning out loud, the way she does when she's really worked for
an
orgasm. He went off next, grunting and panting. From what Shauna
told
me later, he was very well equipped, and when he started pounding
into
her for the last time, she got a little scared that he might
actually
hurt her. Fortunately, he didn't keep it up for too long. Then
my
friend on the floor and I both started going at the same time.
She
started thrusting her hips, jamming her cunt against my lips
and filling
my mouth with her sweet juices. I sent a couple of spurts down
her
throat, and then she pulled her head back and started jerking
me off. I
couldn't tell for sure, but I guess she wanted to get the load
on her
face. Kind of unusual for a girl who had earlier said that blow
jobs
were gross, but I don't try to explain women. After all, it
was a woman
who'd gotten me into this in the first place.
A few minutes later,
they guy in the loft and the girl on the floor were
both starting to fall asleep, and I heard Shauna excuse herself
to go
look for the bathroom. I did the same, and we quickly gathered
up our
clothes, pulled on enough to be decent, and let ourselves out.
The
party had ended about an hour before, but a couple of guys were
still
cleaning up, and they said goodnight to us as we left the building.
On the walk back
to my apartment, Shauna and I exchanged stories, and
laughed about what we'd just done. What *would* the couple in
that room
do when they woke up the next morning, with him in the loft,
her on the
floor, and completely different recollections of the last time
they'd
done it? And how would they ever explain the baby blue tights,
one
white glove, and pair of fake fangs we hadn't managed to locate
in the
dark? Shauna and I agreed that it'd been a good night, and she
suggested making love again once we got home. It was a nice
idea, but
by the time we got there, she was falling asleep, so I carried
her to my
room, undressed her again, and tucked her in. After all, there
was
still the next morning to look forward to.
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