Date: Sat, 27 May 2000 01:49:23 EDT
From: Marc P <miniegg69@hotmail.com>
Subject: corrupting-a-minor-1-2

CORRUPTING A MINOR

-by Marc P. (email miniegg69@hotmail.com)


CHAPTER 1:


After about a dozen games of computer solitaire, and
about as many whisky sours, I was itching to leave.  I'd
wanted to get out of the dorm by 11:00 but as usual
Julie still wasn't ready to go.  She of course had to
make her hair look perfect, up in a twist (I told her I
liked it better down, but when did I ever get a say in
anything?), she had to make sure her make-up accented
all the right parts of her slender face, and of course
she changed her outfits more times than the number of
articles of clothing she owned.  And only God knows what
the hell she was doing now.

"Could you get your ass in gear, wench?" I called to
Julie in the bathroom, not bothering to look up from
this god-awful game that had sucked me in.  If I didn't
get out soon, there was no telling if I was ever going
to escape the modern college student's main source of
procrastination, aside from alcohol that is.  And we
were running out of whiskey so we definitely had to get
out as soon as possible.

"Calm your fucking hormones," she called back.  "Just
give me a few more minutes.  And could you make me
another drink?"

"There's no more sour mix.  You just want a shot?"

"Yeah, I guess.  I always said Jack was better up."

"That can be taken so many ways."  She realized her
little double entendre and in our state of intoxication,
it was the funniest fucking thing we'd heard in ages and
we broke into hysterics.

I poured Julie a shot of whiskey, and went into the
bathroom.  I paused at the door to look Julie over.  She
was tracing her lips with some pencil thing.  Makes them
more prominent she says.  I tell her I like lips just
the way they are, but then again, women never listen.
No matter how beautiful they are they always think that
they need to look better.  And Julie was a truly
beautiful woman.  Thick auburn hair, down to the middle
of her back.  I liked it better down but like I said,
she was wearing it up tonight.  Which wasn't horrible,
because it just made you more aware of her long, smooth
neck, and that off the shoulder dress she was wearing
drew your attention to her shoulders.  And it clung to
her figure like a glove on a hand. I just wanted to run
my hands all over her tight little ass, and that dress
left nothing to the imagination.  Ever contour of her
body was visible, carved into the satiny material.

I walked up behind her and cupped her bottom in my hand
as I set the glass on the counter near the sink.
"Here's your drink" I said and leaned into her body and
planted a few light kisses on her neck.

"Stop that," she said as she wriggled away.  "I have to
finish getting ready."

I ignored her and continued to nibble on her neck,
working my way toward her shoulders.  I reached my other
hand around to her backside and started to rub up her
thighs.

"No really, Marc, stop that."

I kept right on massaging her ass and thighs.  I was
pretty drunk and very horny, and this was getting me a
so hot and not just a little hard.  I pressed my groin
up against her ass and started grinding slowly.  She let
out a soft moan.  In my massaging, I suddenly realized
that I hadn't felt a panty-line.  Was Julie not wearing
any underwear?  Well, I better find out if my girlfriend
was planning on going out in public without her
skivvies!  I reached under the back of her dress, which
only came mid-calf so it wasn't a difficult task.

Well, I'll be damned, I thought.  No panties.  "What's
this?" I whispered seductively in her ear, while looking
at her intently in the mirror.  "Is the little slut
going out bareass tonight?"

"I thought you'd enjoy it."  Her eyes met mine in the
mirror.  A very inviting gaze.  She licked her lips.

I smirked, and went back to tonguing her neck.  But my
hands had other ideas.  I reached farther under her
dress and my right index finger quickly found my way to
her hole.  It was already a little wet.  I slowly
pressed it inside, quickly followed by my middle finger,
probing her insides.  Julie let out a sharp breath as I
brushed her clit.  "Oh, Marc, yeah" she moaned.  I began
to slowly finger fuck her cunt, increasing my speed.
She was really getting into it, squatting down with each
jab of my hand.  She let the makeup stick drop into the
sink and she braced the edge of the counter with both
hands for support.

After a few minutes of this manual assault, I thought,
fuck this, I'm going for the good stuff.  My cock was
straining painfully in my pants.  Not slowing down I
reached down with my free hand and managed to unzip my
jeans.  I reached in and with much difficulty,
maneuvered my now rock solid cock out and into position.
With one fell swoop, I pulled out my hand, spread
Julie's legs a little wider with my knees, and assaulted
her cunt with my dick.  I didn't bother to start slow, I
just rammed it right in.  She let out a high-pitched,
sharp cry, and then quieted to a pleasured whimper as I
fucked her from behind.  I looked at her face in the
mirror, contorted in ecstasy as I plowed her cunt.  Up
and down, back and forth, we got a really good rhythm
going.  We were rocking against the edge of the sink to
in time to some internal signal.

I continued the onslaught as my hands roamed to her
front and I grasped her breasts, one in each hand, and
kneaded them like dough, squeezing her hardened nipples
between my fingers.  "Oh yes, Marc," she cried, "Fuck
me!  Yes! Yes!"  I sucked on her neck some more as I
plowed in and out, harder and faster.  "Bite me.  Bite
me" she moaned suddenly, almost under her breath.
Caught in the moment I lightly bit down in the crook of
her neck, then a little harder.  "Yes," she cried again.
She was very affirmative whenever we fucked.  "Oh,
yes!!"  I bite down even harder.

Suddenly we both came.  We both came hard, and we both
came together.  I unloaded my jism into her cunt, which
at this point didn't need anything else to get it
wetter.  I shot four times, long and hard and with each
spurt I rode up and my toes and lifted Julie into the
air.  And with each shot we both let out a stifled cry.

Julie continued to orgasm after I had spent my load and
so I leaned against her back, my face buried in her
shoulder, as her spasms of pleasure slowed to a mild
shudder and then she fell silent.

I pulled out of her and put my cock back inside my
pants, zipping them up.  Julie straightened herself up.
We had knocked the whisky shot onto the floor,
shattering it, as well as the toothbrush holder and some
of Julie's make-up items.  Her face was all flushed and
her dress crumpled and dotted with sperm and cunt juice.

"Dammit," she said harshly.  "Now I'm going to have to
change and fix myself up.  I can't go to a party looking
like I just crawled out of a whorehouse."  I was too
high to really care.

"Ok, honey" I said with a shit-eating grin on my face.
"Should I pour you another drink?"


CHAPTER 2:

I was now getting really anxious to get to this party.
I could stay at home and play solitaire or fuck my
girlfriend any old night of the week.  But this Saturday
night marked the end of any good old unadulterated fun I
was going to have in a long time.  For some reason I
decided one night that it might be fun to write a senior
thesis.  I must have been smoking something terribly
illicit because it was the stupidest thing I could have
done.

My summer was spent preparing my medical school
applications and gathering primary sources for my
thesis.  I did all that pre-med crap, but somehow
managed to major in history with a minor in chemistry.
My thesis was going to be a study of how the social
climate of different decades help influence the Nobel
prizes in the sciences.  Sounds exciting, I know.  Trust
me, you can't imagine.

Needless to say, I was to be spending much of this fall
working diligently and the all-night kegger didn't
really fit into that.  Besides, this was probably going
to be the last weekend with decent weather in a long
time.  This being one of those small private schools in
the great northeast, after September the weather just
gets downright nasty.  Cold, windy, raining, snowing,
sleeting, crapping, you name it.

The party was at one of the fraternity's on Parker
Street, affectionately termed frat row, due to the
string of old New England houses turned into dens of sin
and debauchery.  Most of mine and Julie's friends were
in Alpha Sigma Chi , the frat throwing the party, and
although I pretty much tired of frat parties after my
freshman year, they did usually throw a good one.  Great
mix of modern hip hop and pop, mixed with some classic
seventies and eighties.  One of the brothers, Tim,
deejayed.  He had some nice equipment and a great
collection of CDs.

ASX was basically the soccer and lacrosse frat.  My
freshman year played soccer and I got to know all the
guys on the team.  When Steve pledged he tried to get me
to as well.  I wasn't into that scene, though.  All the
conformity was a little more than I was willing to
commit to.  I hung out at the house a lot, drank their
beer, smoked their weed, and just basically had a great
time with them.  But I couldn't join.  I just couldn't
do it.

"Are you ready yet?" I called to Julie, as I flopped
onto the bed and started tossing a tennis ball up in the
air.

"A few minutes.  Calm down.  The party's still going to
be there."

I almost played soccer, and I wish I had.  It would have
kept me in better shape.  I tried to get to the gym as
often as possible, which was about three times a week,
so I kept myself fit.  And I liked to swim as well, so I
have a nice swimmer's build.  Not the greatest body in
the world, but it keeps Julie happy.  And if she didn't
move that cute little ass of hers it wasn't going to be
making her happy for a while.

Oh fuck, who am I kidding.  I'd be begging her for a
piece of ass in two days.

"Alright, I'm ready," Julie announced, sauntering out of
the bathroom.  "How do I look?"

"Ravishing." I hop of the bed and picked her up by the
waist.  I spun her around a few times and planted a big
sloppy kiss on her lips.  She pushed me away.

"Can we go now?" she demanded with mock impatience.

"Yes, we can go.  Jesus, since when are you excited to
go to a party.  We could just stay home and fuck."

Julie scowled, then flipped me off.  I pretended to be
slighted.  "I was thinking," she said, "maybe we should
swing by Sean's room and see if he wants to come.  Him
and that little chippy of his."

"You little whore.  I thought I satiated you for the
night.  And here you go wanted to seduce little
freshman."

I probably wouldn't have said anything if I hadn't been
drunk.  I joked with Julie a lot about Sean.  Julie and
I have singles across the hall from each other, although
we usually use one or the other.  Julie's tends to be
for more social gatherings because mine is just a mess.
Sean lives down at the end of the hall in a one-room
double.  His roommate is a total asshole.  Chatham's  a
big burly blond guy.  Plays football.  Typical jock.

Sean is sweet as they come.  He's from Colorado, or some
other mountainous state.  And he is gorgeous.  I give
Julie a hard time about her little crush, because I know
she really wouldn't do anything.  And besides, he's
quite the studmuffin.  I'd do him in a heartbeat so I
can't very well get upset with Julie for looking.

"I don't want to seduce him.  I just want to bring him
out and get him drunk."

"You want to seduce him."

"Yeah, whatever.  Come on, let's go!"  She grabbed my
hand and yanked me toward the door.    I had to lunge at
the desk and grab my keys with my other hand as she
dragged me outside and the door closed behind us.  We
had a little difficulty walking down the hall, but we
managed.  We just had to link arms and we used the whole
playing space, so to speak.  But we made it.

I knocked almost a little too vigorously on Sean's door.
A voice called for us to come in, so I pushed open the
door.  Sean was sitting on the bed, slouched against the
wall, watching Saturday Night Live.  He was wearing a
pair of wind pants and a white T-shirt.  He had a white
baseball cap on and barefoot.  And he looked rather
dejected.

But the first thing that popped into my head was goddamn
he was adorable.  I looked back and forth from his cute
little baby face to Julie's slender face and full lips
and thought I must be in the presence of the two most
beautiful people in the world.  I stopped briefly to ask
myself why Julie was with me again, and not someone
better looking, like Sean.  She always says I sell
myself short, and every now and then I honestly think
she's telling the truth.

I didn't ponder this phenomenon for very long because I
was jolted out of my reverie by Julie letting go of my
arm and jumping onto the bed next to Sean.

"Whatcha watching?" she said playfully.

"Saturday Night Live," Sean answered rather sullenly.

"Ugh" Julie crinkled up her nose.  God, I love it when
she does that.  "This show's sucked for years.  Whose
hosting?"

"Sarah Michelle Gellar" was Sean's reply.

"So that's why you're watching it, huh?"  Julie laughed.
Then she noticed I was still standing in the doorway,
staring at them.  She reached across Sean's lap and
patted a spot on the bed on Sean's other side.  "Have a
seat" she called to me.  "Come watch with us."

I shrugged and sat down next to Sean and leaned against
the wall.

"So what are you guys doing here?" Sean asked.

Julie told him we wanted to see if he wanted to come
with us to the ASX party.  He kind of grimaced.  "I'm
not really in the mood for a party."

"Oh, come on," I chided, "It'll be fun.  Where's what's-
her-face?"

"Breanna?" he asked.  "Oh, she's already at ASX I
think."

"Without you!" cried Julie.  "That tramp!"  She laughed.

"She went with Chatham.  I hope they get so plastered he
vomits all over her."  Julie stopped laughing, when she
realized what he was implying.  I just sort of sat there
in a stupor.  I think the alcohol was hitting me harder
than it was earlier in the evening, and I was trying to
focus on something.  The annoying Catholic school-girl
on the TV was working alright.  "And speaking of
plastered," Sean continued, "It smells like you guys had
a few tonight."

"Could ya tell?" Julie giggled, batting her eyelashes.
Sean just rolled his eyes.  I don't think he wanted us
there.  But Julie was persistent.

"So, your girl dumps you for your roommate.  What better
time then now to come get shitty with us?"

"I'm really not in the mood."

"Come on, Julie," I said, "Let's go.  He doesn't want to
be bothered."

"Fine, he doesn't have to come out with us.  But we
aren't leaving until we cheer him up."  She was
beginning to sound like she was talking about a puppy.
So onward she forged, a rebel with a new cause.  Cheer
up the freshman!

"She's a whore," Julie began.  "A rotten-ass bitch who
doesn't deserve you.  Look at you.  You're cute, sexy.
Look at him, Marc.  Isn't he just adorable."  My words
exactly, if I recall.  "Tell him he's adorable and
better than that bitch Brandi."

"Breanna," Sean corrected.

"Whatever.  Tell him, Marc."

Well, if  I was going to be dragged in I guess I
shouldn't go kicking and screaming.  "Oh, yeah," I said.
"You're a downright hottie, Sean.  The little skank ho
should be kissing your feet, begging for you to come
back."  And come to think of it, as far as feet go his
were, well, sexy.  Or maybe I was just horny from the .
. . from the alcohol?

"That's right!" Julie asserted loudly.  "Look at this
face."  She pinched his cheek between her forefinger and
thumb and jiggled the flesh back and forth.  "I could
just eat it up right now!" She leaned over and kissed
Sean's check.  He instantly blushed.  "Mmm, yummy," she
mumbled.  She kissed him again.  "Delicious."  Again.
"That bitch doesn't know what she's missing."  Again.
This time it wasn't just a peck.  It was several pecks.
Down his face and too his neck.  Sean shifted
uncomfortably.  Julie started to suck and bite his neck.
He looked over to me anxiously.  I couldn't believe it
but it was really turning me on, watching Julie coming
on to this cute little freshman.  I just shrugged my
shoulders and raised my eyebrows.  If Julie wanted him,
well good for her.

Julie moved up Sean's neck to his chin, where there was
a faint stubble, as if he hadn't shaved that morning.
She bite softly on his chin and started to massage his
pecs through his T-shirt.  "You like that?" she
whispered.  Sean just let out a soft grunt and then
glanced really nervously in my direction.

"Marc?"  His voice was full of uncertainty but his eyes
were definitely pleading.

I smiled.  "Hey, if you're having fun, go for it, kid."
That was the sign.  Julie moved her attention from his
chin to his mouth, pressing those lips she'd taken such
care to make perfect against this gorgeous adolescent
boy.  Sean reached up and started to caress her back as
she continued to probe his chest, tweaking his nipples
and kneading his pecs.  I thought I saw her tongue dart
into his mouth.  Or was it his into hers?  It didn't
matter.  I was getting hard watching my girlfriend going
at it with another guy.

Absentmindedly my hand wandered to my cock and I started
to stroke it lightly through my jeans.  That's when I
noticed a growing bulge in Sean's wind pants.  And from
the looks of things he was no little boy in that
department.  I decided that there was no need to let
Julie and Sean have all the fun.  I hadn't fucked around
with another guy since high school, but had no qualms
about it.  Sean had even made it into a few of my
fantasies and wet dreams so this was a chance of a
lifetime.  I'd never had a threesome before, and I doubt
Sean had.

I slid down to his feet and grabbed a hold of the cuffs
of his pants.  I gave them a tug.  What appeared to be
instinctively, Sean raised his butt off the bed and I
was able to slide the pants of in one motion.  They came
off, leaving him in a pair of striped boxers, which were
very tented.  I don't know if he really knew how his
pants were coming off, or if he minded that I was
getting in on some of the action.  Like all teenaged
guys he was probably happy to get it anyway he could.
And if it meant double the attention, well he wasn't
going to complain.  Although Julie and I were drunk.  I
wonder what his excuse was going to be.

I didn't really care, though.  I lifted one of his legs
and pressed the sole of his bare foot to my face,
breathing in deeply.  I was never really into feet, but
at that moment the slightly sweaty smell of Sean's
caused my cock to throb even harder.  I started sucking
on his big toes.  He was really moaning now, partially
from Julie's tongue flicking in and out of his ear,
while her hands were exploring like mad under his shirt,
and partially from my oral assault on his foot.

I licked the sole of his foot and he shuddered, so I
moved to the top.  Slowly I started licking up his leg.
He had a fair amount of light brown hair covering his
legs all the way up to the leg of his shorts, and I
could see a trail from the top of his boxers towards his
belly button as Julie lifted his shirt slightly.

All of a sudden she removed her hands from Sean's chest
and flung off his hat.  She lunged like a vampire at his
face and assaulted his mouth with hers, all the while
running her fingers through his soft, brown hair.
Meanwhile, I continued to work my way up his leg with my
own tongue, up to his inner thigh.  He was twitching
wildly under me.  I hadn't been this hot since Julie and
I did it in the library stacks while one of the staff
was giving a tour to prospective students two shelves
over.

Sean was really groaning from pleasure now, and no one
had even touched his cock yet.  Regardless I could see a
wet spot forming on the front of his shorts.  I had
reached the pant leg of his boxers and as I peered in I
could catch a glimpse of his tool.  This was going to be
good.  Julie stopped molesting his hair and pulled away
just long enough to yank his T-shirt over his head,
revealing a beautifully sculpted chest.  He had two
button-sized nibbles, dark and hard, surrounded by a
light coating of hair that ran down to his navel.  I was
surprised at how hairy he was for an eighteen year old.

As Julie was removing his shirt, I went for the shorts.
I yanked them down to his knees as his rock hard prick
bounced free, slapping his stomach.  He had the most
beautiful cock I'd ever seen.  It was slender,  a little
shorter than mine, I'd guess around seven inches or so,
cut, with the pinkest mushroom head I'd ever seen.  His
pre-cum was flowing freely.  He had a nice bush of soft
curly pubes and his balls were the size of plums,
hanging low and just waiting to be sucked.

I took one of his sacks in my mouth and rolled it around
with my tongue, just as Julie moved down and began to
suck on one of his nipples.  "Oh God" I heard him moan
softly, the first time any of us said a word since we
started.  I moved my attention to his other nut sack,
stroking his thigh with one hand.  With the other I
reached between his legs and lightly traced up and down
his crack with my index finger. Julie changed nipples.
Now she was lying perpendicular to him with me crouched
at his crotch sucking on his balls.

After a few minutes of going back and forth between his
nuts, I decided I would go in for the kill.  Julie was
completely out of my mind at this point.  All I wanted
was this freshman's cock.  And I was going to have it.
I started licking up and down his shaft, avoiding the
head.  I slowly caressed his vein with the tip of my
tongue.  My finger continued to feel around his
asscrack.  I felt for his hole.  It was very tight.  Oh
well.  I jabbed my finger up.  He let out a sharp gasp,
but then settled, as I got into a rhythm of finger-
fucking his asshole and licking his cock.

Just then I felt hair brush my face.  Julie was on the
topside of his cock., also licking up and down his
dripping cock. I watched Julie as she flicked his piss
slit with her tongue, lapping up the copious amounts of
precum.  All of a sudden she let out a moan.  I looked
up and saw why.  Julie had straddled Sean's face in a
sixty-nine position.  And knowing Julie she didn't have
any panties on so Sean had easily found her hole.  Here
was this freshman, eating out my girlfriends cunt while
we were both chowing down on his cock.

I could sense that Sean was getting close because his
cock kept twitching in that pre-orgasmic way, and I
didn't want him to shoot just yet.  No, Julie and I
needed a little fun.  As Julie worked her way up to the
head of Sean's member, I followed suit and joined her
lips with mine.  We instantly started probing each
other's mouths as Sean continued to thrust his tongue in
and out of Julie's twat.  Slowly Julie and I raised to a
seated position, with her still sitting on Sean's face.
As I slide up on Sean's side, I somehow managed to kick
off my shoes and remove my jeans and boxers, without
breaking my embrace with Julie.  With my pants shed, I
straddled Sean's chest.  His warm skin felt good pressed
up against my ass and balls, the thin layer of hair on
his chest slightly tickling me.

But I needed relief.  Julie was exploring my back and
ass with her hands but I wanted disparately to be
insider her again tonight.  I slid my cock underneath
Julie and poked Sean's chin.  I think he took the hint
because he pulled his head back and I replaced his
tongue with my cock.  Julie and I started to buck up and
down, still sitting on Sean's face.  I didn't want to
hurt him so I tried not to lean my weight on his neck or
face.  As I plowed Julie she started to moan and call my
name.  Then she called Sean's name.  Then mine.  Then
Sean's.  It was fucking hot.

After a few minutes, I felt something warm and wet on my
balls.  Sean was returning the favor! Damn he was good.
My nuts are much smaller than his so he was able to get
both of them in his mouth at once.  He rolled them
around for a while almost driving me other the edge.
"No, don't stop," I hissed through gritted teeth.  But
then the sensation was replaced by something even
better.  Somehow Sean managed to get his tongue up
Julie's pussy while I was still fucking it!  As I drove
in and out I could feel his tongue massaging my cock, as
my balls slapped against his chin.  I couldn't take it
anymore.  I came like I had never come before and never
would again.  I let out a loud cry of ecstasy as shot my
load up Julie's hole.  Once, twice, three times.  I
think I spurt over half a dozen times, unloading all of
my manjuice into her.  When the orgasm subsided and my
cock started to soften, I pulled out, and flopped onto
the bed next to Sean.

Julie, however, continued to ride his face, grinding her
crotch into his face and crying out.  "Oh, God, Sean,
yes, yes!  Oh, right there baby, right there, oh yeah,
oh God I'm coming I'm coming!!" And she spasmed,
dripping her juices mixed with mine into our new fuck
toy's waiting mouth.  I watched as he lapped it all up
like a good little freshman.  When he was done, Julie
climbed off him and lay down as well.  Sean lay there as
well, breathing heavily.  His hand went down to his
still hard cock and he started to beat off vigorously.

Julie sat up with a start.  "Oh, honey," she said,
"Don't do that."  She pulled his hand away.  "Marc, look
how selfish we've been.  Sean hasn't come yet.  We'll
fix that."  Julie got on all fours and hiked her dress
up around her hips, her ass and hole inviting.  "Go
ahead, babe, go for it.  I like it doggy-style."

Sean unconciously licked his lips and raised himself up
on his knees behind my girlfriend.   He grasped her hips
for support as she reached back and guided his tool into
the cunt he just licked clean.  They quickly found a
rhythm and they were both back to moaning loudly again.
I wonder what the neighbors thought.  They probably
weren't even home.  They were probably all at the party
where we were supposed to be.  And were now going to be
late for because Julie would have to change again.

But my attention was drawn away from my party woes to
the scene before me.  Sean, the freshman down the hall,
fucking my girlfriend.  I was getting hard from watching
him plow her smooth white ass, watching his cute little
bubble butt jiggling as he slammed her pussy.  Aw, what
the hell, I thought.  I sat up and crawled behind him,
burying my face in his crack.  Hesitantly I flicked my
tongue against his hole.  He didn't say anything, so I
tried to stick my tongue in.  He was really tight but
all the probing loosened him up.  I was actually very
surprised he hadn't cum yet.  His butt was nice and
firm, with a light dusting of hair, more up the crack
and around his pucker.  I could taste a little bit of
shit, but mostly soap.  He must clean well, or have just
taken a shower.

I soon got tired of licking his ass.  I wanted more.  I
raised up onto my knees and wrapped my arms around his
torso, and began pinching his nipples roughly, getting
them nice and hard.  He moaned encouragingly.  I ran the
tip of my cock up and down his asscrack.  I'd already
gotten his ass good and wet, and I was ready to go for
orgasm number three tonight, so I decided that we've all
gone this far, I might as well take his cherry.

I pressed my mouth against his ear and whispered, "Ever
been fucked up the ass, Sean?"

"No," he grunted, in between thrusts.

"Well brace yourself, kid, because tonight's the night."

"Oh God, please don't!" he cried.  I sensed a little
panic in his voice.  I ran my cock up and down his crack
a few more times.

"Don't?" I asked incredulously.

"Please, you're going to hurt me."  He sounded really
scared.  Ironically it didn't mess up his rhythm.

"Yes," I said, "It is going to hurt.  But I'm letting
you fuck my girlfriend, it's the least you can do."  I
didn't even wait for him to respond.  I spit on my hand,
quickly lubed up my dick as best I could and pushed it
in.  Sean let out a cry of pain.  I only got the tip in.
Damn he was tight.  Two more jabs and I was in up to my
pubes.  I could feel is ass against my pelvis.  He still
fucked Julie though, the whole time, never stopping
once.  I think she was doing most of the work.

"Oh fuck that hurts, you mother fucker!"

"Quiet down,"  I hissed.  "Take it like a man, you
fucking pansy."   I slowly started to fuck him and with
each trust he yelp in pain.  His cries of protest
quickly turned into cries of pleasure when I found his
prostate.  A few more pokes and he was coming like a
madman.  He let out a groan as he shot his load.  He
collapsed onto Julie's back, who quickly gave way and we
were soon lying in a heap.  But I wasn't done.  I
continued my assault on Sean's tight little ass, slowly
drawing my dick out until just the tip was buried, and
then quickly thrusting it back in again.  I think I hit
his prostate every time.  It didn't take me long before
I shot my own creamy load up the freshman's ass.  I
collapsed on top of him, panting heavily, my dick still
wedged up his hole.

We lay in a heap for a few minutes, all of us recovering
from what was a very intense evening.  On the television
Saturday Night Live was just finishing up.  I pulled my
softened penis out of Sean's butt and slumped against
the wall.  What a sight!  Sean was lying naked on top of
Julie, whose dress was a crumpled mess.  My hot white
cum was dripping out of his ass onto the bedspread.
That made me giggle.  I watched as Sean slowly got up
and slumped against the wall next to me.  Julie also got
up, but she stood and went over to the mirror behind the
door to take a look at her current state of disarray.

I wiped some sweat off my forehead with the bottom of
shirt, which I was still wearing.  I turned my head to
look at Sean.  I was grinning the biggest grin I've ever
seen.  "So, you in the mood for that party now, kid?"

He chuckled.  "I think I just might be."

"Great, let's get going.  But first I have to find my
pants."


TO BE CONTINUED . . .


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