HOT College Fuck Fest
Title: “College Fuck Fest: A Blonde’s Wildest Night”
As the glowing tip of her joint flared up, Sparks felt the first tingles of euphoria begin to course through her petite blonde frame. It had been a long, stressful week of midterms and endless group projects at State U, so when her sorority sister Jenny randomly texted her about an exclusive off-campus party at the frat house, Sparks didn’t hesitate to ditch her study group at the library and make her way over.
Beat Drop.
The moment she arrived, Sparks could feel the buzz in the air – an electric atmosphere of pent-up energy and anticipation. Like a moth to a flame, she followed the pulsing bass and flash of neon lights all the way to the source of the party – the sprawling backyard of Lambda Iota Alpha fraternity house. towering speakers pumped out trap beats as scantily-clad coeds moved in a hypnotic trance, the hot summer night thick with humidity and hormones.
Grabbing a red plastic cup of mystery punch, Sparks allowed herself to get lost in the skipping beats, feels lulling her into a carefree haze. She danced until sweat trickled between her breasts, down her toned stomach. Her denim cutoffs turned to bonfire kindling in this oven of a night. Faintly, a voice in the back of her head whispered dangers about roofies and bad masculine energy. But Sparks stuck a middle finger up at her rational thoughts and took another sip, drowning it in the party下would only get weirder from here.
It started subtly – a quick flash of beershow for the boys. Kissing a stranger to claim a dare. Grinding on someone just for shits and giggles, steaming the thighs of her shorts. With each sip of Jungle Juice and touch of a new pair of hands on her body, Sparks slipped further down the slippery slope of letting loose.
She was cartoonishly drunk now. With bleary eyes, she stumbled out of the too-warm house into the even hotter backyard, reasoning that fresh air might help. The humid night made her fair skin damp with perspiration as she propped her arm up against a tree, feeling the rough bark bite into her bare shoulder.
Then, in a blur, a body was pressed up against hers from behind. The stranger grasped her hips, pulling her back onto his crotch. She could feel his manhood through his shorts, hard and insistently pushing against the bare skin of her lower-back crater. Instinctively, she arched her ass up, circling her hips against him. He responded by sliding one large hand under her crop top, pinching a pert nipple between calloused fingers.
“Hey there,” a low murmur sounded in her ear, hot breath fanning across her neck. “Dance with me.”
In a booze-soaked haze, she nodded, letting the nameless frat boy lead her by the hip over to a quiet corner of the backyard. Leaning heavily against the side of the house, she wrapped her arms around his neck as their hips began to move together, his erection rutting insistently against her belly. He groped and kneaded her tits through the flimsy fabric of her crop top, tweaking her nipples to stiff peaks. Sparks writhed under his touch, panting wantonly.
“Mmmm, Fuck this is hot,” he rumbled, low and filthy in her ear. “I want to put my fingers in your tight little cunt.”
“Yes,” Sparks mewled, barely recognizing her own slutty voice. “Fucking please.”
Cool fingers slid underneath her denim cutoffs and tight panties, two thick digits slipping into Sparks’s dripping wet folds without resistance. The intrusion made her gasp and clench around him, back bowing slightly. His deep rumble of approval sent shivers down her spine as he stroked into her slippery passage, curling and twisting, hitting depths that made her eyes roll back in her head.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking wet. You love this, don’t you?” he growled, a dirty smirk in his voice. “Sneaking off to the corner of a party to get fingerfucked by a stranger. Such a little slut.”
She whimpered at the degrading words, grinding her aching cunt harder onto his fingers to shut him up. The angle was all wrong but Sparks was too far gone to care, chasing her pleasure like an animal. She was reduced to base instinct – a vessel of need, a toy to be played with.
“You gonna cum for me, you filthy little party girl?” he purred, speeding up his fingers, shoving them in her deeply. “Cream all over my hand like a good whore?”
“Yes, yes, fuck!” Sparks keened breathlessly, feeling the telltale pressure building at her core. “Don’t fucking stop!”
Seconds later, she was cumming harder than she ever had in her life, spraying his fingers with her juices, vision whiting out. The pleasure was so intense that she thought she might throw up. Through the post-orgasm haze, she heard him quietly chuckle as he tucked her into his flimsy clothes, patting her hip.
“Slutty thing,” he taunted playfully. “Go rent yourself out to somebody new. I’ve had my fill.”
He turned and walked away, leaving a dazed, horny Sparks in the wake of her first public orgasm. Spinning on wobbly legs, she staggered out of the sticky humid night at Lambda, thirsting for more. Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the Shangri-La of pleasure pulsing through her blood. But whatever the reason, Sparks felt insatiable – ravenous. She wanted to get off hard and often tonight.
Suddenly, that sorority voice in the back of her mind wasn’t so out of place after all. Waking up naked and worshiped tomorrow was sounding like a real fucking treat in this moment. Whistling her own wistful tune, Sparks made a beeline to the front of the house, where pledges were already passing around a varied selection of drugs…
