Three HOT & horny college girls invite some guys over for an orgy
Title: “The Naughty College Orgy”
The two-story house was thumping with bass as Alicia, the resident party animal, handed out Solo cups of jungle juice to the stragglers arriving through the front door. Her perky tits were barely contained by the tight, white Atilla Justified tee she’d strategically knotted just above her navel, revealing her toned midriff and the gold locket that rested in her ample cleavage. The blonde cutie made sure to bend over plenty as she passed out drinks, giving the horny guys a perfect view of her Victoria’s Secret angel wings peeking out from under her tiny cutoffs.
“Digging the shirt, babe,” a muscular frat guy with a backwards cap quipped as he took a red cup. “Matching colors with your eye shadow, huh?”
Alicia looked the guy up and down, lingering on the growing bulge in his jeans before meeting his lusty gaze with almond-shaped baby blues. She smirked and purred, “Oh epidemiology, I love me a man who knows his colors.”
At that moment, Chelsea darted by in a flurry of red curls, teal crop top, and denim short-shorts. “Al, swap you for the barf bag!” The petite co-ed thrust a giggle as she took hold of Alicia’s cup and scampered off to schmooze more bros, her perky little tits bouncing beneath the stretched out top.
As soon as Chelsea disappeared into the gloom, Alicia sidled up to her date, a lanky goth guy namedWeaponX, passing her drunk cup to him. She purred into his pointed ear, “Sweetie, be a dear and hold this for me while I go handle something in the bathroom. And if your hands happen to wander while I’m gone…”
She nipped WeaponX’s earlobe playfully before sauntering towards the bathroom at the rear of the house, her palms running along her flat stomach, toying with her locket as she went. Her long, caramel-colored legs seemed to go on forever in her short denim cutoffs.
Amber, the shapely redhead, was leaning against the Formica counter, applying a final coat of deep scarlet to her pouty lips when Alicia pushed through the door. “Nice meet cute,” Amber said with a smirk, popping the cap back onto her tube of MAC Viva Glam.
Alicia thunked the toilet seat down and plopped herself on it. “Second that,” she replied, shimmying onto her knees on the tile and fumbling with the button of Amber’s low-slung True Religion jeans. “Figures Chelsea would find the lounge chairs, leaving the sitters with all the Real Slim Shady.”
Amber looked down, watching Alicia’s manicured fingers deftly work the metal tab free. A slow smile spread over her ripe lips as she subtly shifted her hips forward, the worn denim straining against her flat tummy and the.Borderline obscene triangle of skin and scarlet satin panties that peeked out above it. “If you’ve got it, flaunt it,” she said with a saucy wiggle of her eyebrows, lifting her crop top to flash Alicia her lacy demi bra stuffed withaje of soft silicone.
“Mmmm, so do I,” Alicia agreed, shucking her rolled up Atilla in one seamless move and exposing her bare b-cups, the nipples poking the thin, pale fabric of her black “Property of Mom” bra.
In the smoky bathroom, the two nymphos wrapped tongues and hands around one another, hands and mouths hungry as they explored the nooks and crannies of each other’s nubile forms. Amber leaned into Alicia, suckling the sensitive bud of her nipple through the sheer lace while Alicia’s fingers slid beneath the elastic edge of Amber’s panties to flick over the wet folds of her sex. Gasping, Amber’s head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat.
As their bodies contorted on the gritty bathroom floor, neither girl paid any attention to the door until it burst open. They sprang apart in startled surprise as a giggling Chelsea tumbled through, followed by a gaggle of college boys.
“Oops!” Chelsea clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes deliberately wide with faux surprise. “Sorry if I’m interrupting.”
Alicia jumped to her feet, eyes flashing. “Get out!” she snapped, not bothering to cover herself.
“And take your fraternity brothers with you,” Amber added sharply, rearranging her clothing.
Chelsea backed out afterwards, grinning, the “accidents” about to happen perfectly oblivious to what was going on as Chelsea continued schmoosing. She said to herself laughing that she did not expect to find you two doing that!
Back at the Ron J ones, Chelsea and WeaponzX were out at the den in. The Bon Jovi bongo’s were blaring. Chelsea had the barf bag away from weaponzX and she was giving him a handjob. Chelsea began sucking WeaponzX and giving a blowjobs. Alicia and Amber both showed up and gave blowjobs to the other coeds.
