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'Bukkake Party'
The main purpose of my sojourn was to visit my sister and her family
down in San Antonio. I suppose that I could have flown, but I decided to
drive, so as to be able to stop off and do a little 'research.'
I surmised that the colleges and universities on the way there and
back would be the best places to conduct my 'studies.' I was quite right
and most thoroughly and pleasantly surprised. I was thrilled to find out
that it seemed like more than 50% of those in their late teens and early
twenties freely experimented with all kinds of sex and either swung with
the same or both sexes. It was truly to my liking.
Pulling into a university town early that November Saturday afternoon,
I found a small out-of-the-way motel and got a room. I took a shower,
primped and prettied myself, donned a tight semi-opaque lime-green print
blouse, a short black leather skirt, black nylon thigh high stockings, and
three-inch heels. I threw on a cute white nylon windbreaker, and drove
over to what looked to be a college bar.
I wasn't wrong, and as I swung myself up on a barstool, I was
approached by a couple of collegiate-looking hunks. I ordered a Miller
Lite.
"That's on me, Pete," said this gorgeous blond, talking both to me and
the bartender.
"Thank you," I said, somewhat demurely.
"My name's Brad," said this lovely lad. "I don't think I've seen you
in here, before."
"You've probably used that line on a dozen girls, before, Brad," I
said coyly, "but no, you haven't. I'm just driving through and thought
that I see where the action was."
"So you're looking for some action, huh?" said the other guy. "By the
way, my name's Allen. I'm Brad's roommate. What's yours?"
"I'm Wendi," I replied, smiling at the two.
"Just what kind of action are you looking for?" asked Allen.
"Oh, just about anything," I said.
"You're not hooking or anything, are you?" asked Brad, "because we're
pretty close to broke right now."
"Hell, no!" I responded. "I'm just looking for a good time for
tonight."
With that, they both sidled up next to me at the bar, and Brad
immediately put his arm under my jacket and around my waist. Allen ordered
me another beer at put his hand on my thigh.
"You're a pretty hot-looking babe, Wendi," he said.
"Well, thank you," I cooed. "You're pretty hot, yourself."
Allen slowly slid his hand farther up my thigh until it was under my
skirt. I felt his fingers move to my bare flesh above my stockings, and
then to the hem of my satin panties. Brad, meanwhile, was squeezing and
massaging my braless breast through the thin material of my blouse. It was
fairly dark in the place, so no one else noticed what was going on.
"Omigod!" exclaimed Allen, quietly, as his hand meandered closer to my
crotch and felt my rock-hard tool. "Brad, put your hand under her skirt
and see what she's got between her legs!"
Brad slid his hand under my skirt and up my other leg, and got the
same surprise as he felt my cock.
"Damn!" said Brad. "We've got ourselves a trannie! A fucking
trannie! Awesome!"
"God, Wendi," said Allen, "we're having a party over at our Frat
house, tonight. You gotta come! You'll get a lot of action, baby!"
"Oh, wow!" I said. "That sounds great. Just tell me where and when."
They bought me another couple of beers while I answered some of their
questions about me. I told them where I was staying, and they told me how
to get to the party. I excused myself and went back to the motel.
After having a bite to eat for dinner at a small diner down the street
from the motel, I drove over to an off-campus area, following Brad and
Allen's instructions, and arrived promptly at 7:30 PM.
I was soon to find out that I was to be the centerpiece at a Bukkake
Party. I knew what Bukkake was. It usually entailed having a young naked
or semi-naked female kneeling in the center of a room. A dozen or more
usually-naked men (the more, the merrier) would stand around her, beating
their cocks until they showered her with cum; in her face and hair, and
over her breasts and down her back. She also might perform fellatio while
being drenched. Well, I guess being sort of half 'girl' was just to their
liking.
Both Brad and Allen met me at the door, and I was immediately ushered
downstairs into their "playroom." There were at least two or three dozen
collegiates of both sexes down there already making out; boys with girls,
girls with girls, and boys with boys.
"People," said Brad, "we got a big surprise for you tonight. A
fucking bonafide he-she!"
They had me remove my clothes and led me to a large black velvet
cushion on the floor in the middle of the room, and had me kneel down on
it. I could see that they had these parties quite regularly before, for
they had pre-positioned spotlights which they turned on.
My tanned body glistened in the lights from the Patchouli oil that I
had liberally applied before arriving. The nipples on my small breasts
were standing out rock-hard, as was my clitty, in eager anticipation. All
eyes were on me, and several guys had already completely disrobed, and were
standing around me jacking their rods to life.
The super-hung guy, who was right in front of me stiffened and emptied
his big nuts in my face. I had cum in my eyes and running down my cheeks.
Then I felt warm juices hitting my back and chest and hair. Everyone was
now almost totally unclothe and either participating in my debauchery or
engaging in solo or mutual sex acts themselves. Through cum-drenched eyes,
I could make out girls eating girls, and other girls and guys sucking and
fucking each other, while all the time keeping their eyes on me, the piece
de resistance.
I can't remember when I started sucking their dicks, but through the
night they were too numerous to count.
"Bring 'em on!" I said.
At some time into the activities, I fell down to my elbows with my
'pussy' pointed to the ceiling, and was immediately impaled by a huge cock.
One after another they now took turns massaging my hole as I kept
swallowing load after load of cum. I worked my ass like there was no
tomorrow, and got sprayed with 'gallons' of man-juice. I don't remember
how many times I squirted my own clitty juice, adding to the slippery mess.
It was in the wee hours of morning before they all ran out of steam
and I was allowed to collapse on the now white, slimy, and sticky velvet
cushion. I don't know how long I slept the 'sleep of the dead,' but when I
awoke, I was still in the spotlight on the floor, and cum was partially
dried and caked all over my body and in my hair, and was oozing from my
'cunny.' There were naked 'dead' bodies passed out all over the place.
I just picked up what clothes of mine that I could find, and stumbled
barefoot and naked up to the first floor, out the front door, and into my
car. I don't know what time it was, but the birds were chirping and the
first rosiness of dawn was evident on the eastern horizon. I tossed my
clothes on the driver's seat so that my dripping 'pussy' wouldn't soil it,
and drove to the motel.
I raced naked from the car into my room, not caring if I was seen or
not. Luckily, it was 'or not!' I ran into the bathroom and sat on the
commode to rid myself of as much jism as I could. I then jumped into the
shower and stood in it for a very long time trying to get all the dried cum
off my body, and out of my long tresses. I got out, dried myself, inserted
a tampon into my twat just in case, put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the
door, jumped into bed, and slept for twenty-four hours.
All in all, I had a really great time, as I'm sure all the Frat
brothers did. I wonder. Maybe I should plan to go down there again.
The main purpose of my sojourn was to visit my sister and her family
down in San Antonio. I suppose that I could have flown, but I decided to
drive, so as to be able to stop off and do a little 'research.'
I surmised that the colleges and universities on the way there and
back would be the best places to conduct my 'studies.' I was quite right
and most thoroughly and pleasantly surprised. I was thrilled to find out
that it seemed like more than 50% of those in their late teens and early
twenties freely experimented with all kinds of sex and either swung with
the same or both sexes. It was truly to my liking.
Pulling into a university town early that November Saturday afternoon,
I found a small out-of-the-way motel and got a room. I took a shower,
primped and prettied myself, donned a tight semi-opaque lime-green print
blouse, a short black leather skirt, black nylon thigh high stockings, and
three-inch heels. I threw on a cute white nylon windbreaker, and drove
over to what looked to be a college bar.
I wasn't wrong, and as I swung myself up on a barstool, I was
approached by a couple of collegiate-looking hunks. I ordered a Miller
Lite.
"That's on me, Pete," said this gorgeous blond, talking both to me and
the bartender.
"Thank you," I said, somewhat demurely.
"My name's Brad," said this lovely lad. "I don't think I've seen you
in here, before."
"You've probably used that line on a dozen girls, before, Brad," I
said coyly, "but no, you haven't. I'm just driving through and thought
that I see where the action was."
"So you're looking for some action, huh?" said the other guy. "By the
way, my name's Allen. I'm Brad's roommate. What's yours?"
"I'm Wendi," I replied, smiling at the two.
"Just what kind of action are you looking for?" asked Allen.
"Oh, just about anything," I said.
"You're not hooking or anything, are you?" asked Brad, "because we're
pretty close to broke right now."
"Hell, no!" I responded. "I'm just looking for a good time for
tonight."
With that, they both sidled up next to me at the bar, and Brad
immediately put his arm under my jacket and around my waist. Allen ordered
me another beer at put his hand on my thigh.
"You're a pretty hot-looking babe, Wendi," he said.
"Well, thank you," I cooed. "You're pretty hot, yourself."
Allen slowly slid his hand farther up my thigh until it was under my
skirt. I felt his fingers move to my bare flesh above my stockings, and
then to the hem of my satin panties. Brad, meanwhile, was squeezing and
massaging my braless breast through the thin material of my blouse. It was
fairly dark in the place, so no one else noticed what was going on.
"Omigod!" exclaimed Allen, quietly, as his hand meandered closer to my
crotch and felt my rock-hard tool. "Brad, put your hand under her skirt
and see what she's got between her legs!"
Brad slid his hand under my skirt and up my other leg, and got the
same surprise as he felt my cock.
"Damn!" said Brad. "We've got ourselves a trannie! A fucking
trannie! Awesome!"
"God, Wendi," said Allen, "we're having a party over at our Frat
house, tonight. You gotta come! You'll get a lot of action, baby!"
"Oh, wow!" I said. "That sounds great. Just tell me where and when."
They bought me another couple of beers while I answered some of their
questions about me. I told them where I was staying, and they told me how
to get to the party. I excused myself and went back to the motel.
After having a bite to eat for dinner at a small diner down the street
from the motel, I drove over to an off-campus area, following Brad and
Allen's instructions, and arrived promptly at 7:30 PM.
I was soon to find out that I was to be the centerpiece at a Bukkake
Party. I knew what Bukkake was. It usually entailed having a young naked
or semi-naked female kneeling in the center of a room. A dozen or more
usually-naked men (the more, the merrier) would stand around her, beating
their cocks until they showered her with cum; in her face and hair, and
over her breasts and down her back. She also might perform fellatio while
being drenched. Well, I guess being sort of half 'girl' was just to their
liking.
Both Brad and Allen met me at the door, and I was immediately ushered
downstairs into their "playroom." There were at least two or three dozen
collegiates of both sexes down there already making out; boys with girls,
girls with girls, and boys with boys.
"People," said Brad, "we got a big surprise for you tonight. A
fucking bonafide he-she!"
They had me remove my clothes and led me to a large black velvet
cushion on the floor in the middle of the room, and had me kneel down on
it. I could see that they had these parties quite regularly before, for
they had pre-positioned spotlights which they turned on.
My tanned body glistened in the lights from the Patchouli oil that I
had liberally applied before arriving. The nipples on my small breasts
were standing out rock-hard, as was my clitty, in eager anticipation. All
eyes were on me, and several guys had already completely disrobed, and were
standing around me jacking their rods to life.
The super-hung guy, who was right in front of me stiffened and emptied
his big nuts in my face. I had cum in my eyes and running down my cheeks.
Then I felt warm juices hitting my back and chest and hair. Everyone was
now almost totally unclothe and either participating in my debauchery or
engaging in solo or mutual sex acts themselves. Through cum-drenched eyes,
I could make out girls eating girls, and other girls and guys sucking and
fucking each other, while all the time keeping their eyes on me, the piece
de resistance.
I can't remember when I started sucking their dicks, but through the
night they were too numerous to count.
"Bring 'em on!" I said.
At some time into the activities, I fell down to my elbows with my
'pussy' pointed to the ceiling, and was immediately impaled by a huge cock.
One after another they now took turns massaging my hole as I kept
swallowing load after load of cum. I worked my ass like there was no
tomorrow, and got sprayed with 'gallons' of man-juice. I don't remember
how many times I squirted my own clitty juice, adding to the slippery mess.
It was in the wee hours of morning before they all ran out of steam
and I was allowed to collapse on the now white, slimy, and sticky velvet
cushion. I don't know how long I slept the 'sleep of the dead,' but when I
awoke, I was still in the spotlight on the floor, and cum was partially
dried and caked all over my body and in my hair, and was oozing from my
'cunny.' There were naked 'dead' bodies passed out all over the place.
I just picked up what clothes of mine that I could find, and stumbled
barefoot and naked up to the first floor, out the front door, and into my
car. I don't know what time it was, but the birds were chirping and the
first rosiness of dawn was evident on the eastern horizon. I tossed my
clothes on the driver's seat so that my dripping 'pussy' wouldn't soil it,
and drove to the motel.
I raced naked from the car into my room, not caring if I was seen or
not. Luckily, it was 'or not!' I ran into the bathroom and sat on the
commode to rid myself of as much jism as I could. I then jumped into the
shower and stood in it for a very long time trying to get all the dried cum
off my body, and out of my long tresses. I got out, dried myself, inserted
a tampon into my twat just in case, put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the
door, jumped into bed, and slept for twenty-four hours.
All in all, I had a really great time, as I'm sure all the Frat
brothers did. I wonder. Maybe I should plan to go down there again.
