Czech Collage Party
Title: The Czech Collage Party: A Lewd Affair
The sun had just started to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in brilliant shades of orange and pink, when the unmistakable beats of house music began to thump from the sprawling mansion on the outskirts of Prague. The Czech Collage Party, as it would come to be known, was about to kick off.
Crowds of young, attractive partygoers started to pour in through the grand wrought-iron gates. Girls in barely-there dresses and high heels, their young, taut bodies glistening with sweat under the flickering strobe lights. Guys in tight jeans and button-down shirts, their eyes as eager as their hands, roaming the gyrating masses for their next conquest.
At the center of it all was a group of four, graduate students who had rented the place for the night. Older than the typical party-goers, just a few years shy of 30, their seniority gave them a certain confidence, an air of authority that demanded attention.
The tall, broad-shouldered brunette, Tanya, was the de facto ringleader. She surveyed the room with a wicked glint in her eye, a martini glass perched precariously in her manicured hand. Her companions, a raven-haired beauty named Mila, a leggy blonde called Hana, and a dark-haired stud named ligation, flanked her on all sides like loyal soldiers awaiting their queen’s command.
The foursome had one goal tonight: to indulge in every depraved pleasure imaginable. They wanted to be delighted by the sight of the barely-eighteen girls, their tight little bodies still unspoiled, ripe for the taking. The power play of dominating the wide-eyed college boys was all too tempting for their kinky agenda.
As the night moved on, the party reached a heated frenzy. Cigarettes were replaced by rolled joints passed between laughing mouths. Throbbing beats and booming bass took over the airwaves. The scent of sweat, alcohol, and sex perfumed the atmosphere.
Tanya noticed a particularly cute group of fresh-faced young things, their virginity practically radiating off them. With an irrepressible gleam in her eye, she crooked a finger at them, beckoning them closer like a siren’s call.
“Care to join the party, freshmen?” she purred, her voice a seductive melody.
The boys looked at each other, a mix of lust and nervousness playing across their features. But the girls were more adventurous, their wide eyes eager to explore. The fact that they were barely legal only served to heighten the thrill.
Mila wasted no time, pressing her body against the youngest looking of the bunch. Her hands roamed over his chest, inching dangerously low. “Seems like you could use some…extra credit,” she whispered hotly in his ear before nibbling at his lobe.
Hana and Litigation meanwhile, zeroed in on the girls, their attentions a lustful assault on the delicate flesh. Litigation’s hands cupped the small of his girl’s back, his touch possessive. Hana peppered kisses along a girl’s shoulder, her tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of her skin.
Tanya just watched, taking in every delicious moment. She loved these virginal partiers, their eager innocence such a stark contrast to her world-weary jadedness. It was like slipping into a warm, gooey center, every single time.
The foursome made their intentions quite clear, much to the delight of their young partners. They led them towards the lobby, unabashedly groping and kissing along the way. The trapped, taboo thrill of it all was only adding to the delicious depravity of it.
In the grand lobby, bodies writhed on every available surface. Sweat-drenched limbs tangled together in a orgy of throbbing beats and pulsing flesh. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sin. It was a perfect vision of carnal excess – every lustful taboo being peeled away.
Tanya mounted a low-back sofa, its velvet cushions soft beneath the firm buds of her nipples. She spread her legs invitingly, a silent demand for their attention. Litigation immediately knelt before her, his face disappearing between her thighs in a lustful bid to debase himself.
The other two pairs were just as enthusiastic, each member eagerly exploring the other’s body with desperate abandon. Mouths latched onto tingling nipples, sucking hard as if in an effort to draw out all the creamy sweetness. Fingers plunged into slick, scalding depths as virgin pussies were roughly split open.
Tanya threw her head back with a throaty moan as Litigation’s talented tongue circled her clit with expert precision. Within minutes, she was writhing against his face, her hands fisted in his dark hair as she ground herself against his willing mouth.
Meanwhile, the bestial soundtrack of grunts and gasps and screaming moans echoed through the grand foyer. Hands roughly squeezed shaking tits and plump asses. Sweat-slicked backs arched off the floor as pink holes were roughly plundered. It was a sight that only served to arouse the already horny group even more.
As the night grew later and the inhibitions grew lower, the orgy climbed to new, mind-blowing heights. Groans of pleasure mingled with agonized cries of submission. Skin slapped against skin, the sound of a million tiny, whipped eggs creaming from a billion thimble-sized pussies.
Throughout it all, Tanya and her friends reveled in the wanton display of hedonistic excess. They loved watching those nubile little bodies twitch and buck beneath them, the pure ecstasy on their faces. The complete lack of experience, the way these little newcomers submitted so eagerly to their debauched whims was sadly short-lived, but all the more exciting because of it.
So the night raged on like that, a veritable buffet of young, tight bodies to be conquering and plundered. Through the fog of weed and booze and the haze of fucked-out hook-up after debauched hook-up, there was a lulling sense of satisfaction. Soon, it would all come to an end. Tomorrow there’d be no one to talk to at the party, no one to sweep away into a duplicate, reflected, alluring landscaping of sin and depravity. Today would be the last bright shining moment of indulgent, underage commodity for a face.
