[ Episode 1 ] Sex during a party in full view of everyone. RobiensGun and Fisa Mur. by Murkovski
Title: “Wild Night: Public Indiscretions at a Frisky Party”
Fisa Mur was all glammed up for the hottest party of the semester. Her little black dress hugged her curves in all the right places as she sashayed into the dimly lit frat house, the thumping bass shaking the very foundations. RobiensGun spotted her across the crowded room and swaggered over, drink in hand. “Looking good, Fisa,” he shouted over the music, his eyes grazing over her body appreciatively. She grinned, grabbing his tie and pulling him in for a heated kiss.
Suddenly, the DJ cranked up the tunes and the crowd went wild. Fissa and Robiens clinked glasses and began grinding to the beat, getting lost in the sweaty chaos. His hands drifted down to her ass, groping boldly. Fissa responded by unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers dancing across his chest. The sexual tension was palpable.
As the night wore on, the party took a decidedly X-rated turn. Couples started disappearing into the bedrooms and ledges filled with writhing bodies. Fissa and Robiens ended up on the couch, making out sloppily as the lithium apparently kicked in. Lips locked, tongues tangled, frantic hands roaming. Clothes started coming off and left in a heap on the stained carpet.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Robiens growled, shoving Fissa’s dress up around her waist. She gasped as he yanked down her lace panties and spread her legs, his fingers stroking her slick folds. She arched wantonly, nails digging into his scalp. He plunged two fingers deep inside her, pumping rapidly as his thumb circled her sensitive clit. Fissa moaned shamelessly, rocking her hips to his touch, too far gone to care about their audience.
“Mmmm, I need your cock,” she panted, fumbling with his belt. Once free, she fisted his hard length and stroked firmly. “Fuck me, Robiens. Right here, right now.” They were both too wound up to go slow. He positioned himself at her entrance and shoved in to the hilt with one powerful thrust. “Ahhh!” they cried out in unison, clinging to each other tightly.
Gasps and groans filled the air as Robiens pistoned in and out, the obscene squelch of Fissa’s soaked pussy impossible to ignore. The rhythmic slap of skin against skin was punctuated by Robiens’ grunts and Fissa’s high-pitched whines of pleasure. It was raw, animalistic, uninhibited debauchery.
“Oh my god, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!” Fissa shrieked, violently shaking. Her inner walls spasmed around Robiens’ cock as he fucked her through her explosive orgasm. Her body went limp, completely spent. But Robiens wasn’t finished with her yet. He flipped Fissa onto her hands and knees and mounted her from behind, gripped her hips brutally, and started pounding away anew.
“Shit, your cunt feels so good,” he gritted out, sweat dripping down his chest and back. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper and harder. Fissa mewled and pushed back against him, loving the intense fullness. Her large tits swung pendulously, enticing Robiens to reach around and maul them. “I’m gonna do you in every room of this dam house,” he swore, before biting down viciously on her slender neck, sucking dark bruises into her skin. Fissa yelped then sighed, surrendering completely to his mastery.
The two sex-crazed lovers continued their marathon, mentally marking their territory as they conquered every surface in the frat house – the stairs, the kitchen counters, the dorm room beds, even the fucking pool table. It was a frenzied race to the finish, pausing only to switch positions and gather their strength, all while putting on quite a show for their horny peers.
Finally, with one last thrust that sent them both over the edge, Robiens pulled out and painted Fissa’s ass with his seed. “Ungh fuck!” he roared, pumping his twitching cock until he was completely drained. Fissa collapsed into a boneless heap, ass up, dripping cum onto the floor. They lay there for a long moment, panting and dizzy with pleasure.
“You’re fucking insatiable,” Robiens chuckled breathlessly. “And I fucking love it.” Fissa laughed weakly, completely satisfied. “Same,” she croaked. “Except for maybe next time I want a bed. My back is killing me.” Robiens full body shuddered as he barked out a laugh. “Next time I’ll take you somewhere with a little more cushion.” He gathered their ejected clothing off the floor and helped Fissa to her feet. “I don’t know if I can walk,” she pouted. “Ouch.” Robiens scooped her up bridal style and carried her to the bedroom, leaving a trail of sweat and cum in their wake.
As the door shut, the couple’s muffled moans and gasps continued to echo through the empty house. Their friends shook their heads and chuckled, grateful for a reprieve. But if experience had taught them anything, the real fun was just beginning, and come sunup, this party would be the stuff of urban legends.
