"No you weren't. Only a little Ecstasy. You liked it. Happy. Asking for more sex, too. Come on, chill. It was a party. You let us hit it, that's all.
I couldn't think of any retort so I just stormed away. Sitting in an out of the way library cubicle, I tried to bring some relevant memory of the party back. Okay, so there was Donnie. He was in a few classes with me but I didn't know him well. He was a basketball player but not one of those supertall, weird looking ones. He was good looking...Oh, shit...a memory flash of a very large, dark brown male organ! Was that imagination?
Wait. We were making out. His hands were under my top, all over my breasts. I think I was slightly taken aback by the roughness of his kisses and the way he touched me. But it wasn't...I let him do it. In fact, it seemed like I was exhilarated, almost euphoric. My top was off and Donnie was mouthing and squeezing my breasts. I...I must have been lying on my bed. Then, I was staring at his enormous dick. It was only partially hard, so Donnie took my hand, then...then I had my fingers wrapped around it.
I can picture it now, so thick and meaty I needed both hands to jerk him. Neither of us had our jeans on, though what had happened to them I couldn't say. I was still stroking his monster cock when he suddenly spurted. Some of the jizm hit my pillow, with a little in my hair, but most ran down my arm. He didn't go flaccid, though. Not brick hard, but not soft either. Then his hand was between my legs fingering my, at this point, very wet pussy.
It fades in and out. So I close my eyes and concentrate. I was lying on my back. Donnie was on his knees between my legs. He had a big, dark snake in his hands. No, no, that was his dick! He eased the somewhat pointed tip into my pussy. I don't think I minded that. In fact, I might have been anticipating it, with at least some eagerness. But then...OMG!...it was like he was stuffing a barrel into me. Involuntarily, I jerked my legs as far apart as I could. It still felt like my pussy would burst. But I was insanely happy with what was happening. Or, at least, that's my recollection.
He was truly fucking me now. His girth was making my clitoris almost flutter... which felt incredibly good. But he was so long, his pounding cock was hitting against something deep inside me that caused a dull pain when he thrust. Still, the thing I recall most was my trembling with excitement. I was sobbing, I know, but not because it didn't thrill me in some crazy way. I remember vaguely that I was telling him, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Faster!" I never, ever do that. It was like someone else was talking. It was nuts, everything that was happening was nuts! He must have come because I can distinctly recall, now, feeling the jets of cum across my body.
There is a misty image of Donnie, with his manhood hanging flaccid, drinking deeply from a bottle of orange liquid. He offered the bottle to me and I drank. What went on immediately after I have no recollection of. At some point, I know Donnie was on top of me once more, pushing his erection into me. I grabbed his hips to try and guide his lunges. I was aware that there might be someone else in the room, but I was too busy being bounced on my bed to pay much attention to that.
Once again, I felt a spray of warm semen along my midsection. Donnie was speaking, though not to me. I lay there, touching myself, trying to generate some rational thought process. All of a sudden, my legs were grasped around the calves and lifted high in the air. A cock was forced into my pussy. It wasn't Donnie. This person was not as tall but a little thicker in the chest and shoulders, his face unfamiliar. His dick was more normal size, too. But he was fucking me with just as much determination!
My reactions were slow and muddled but I can't say I wasn't liking the feeling. Me?...With two separate guys? That was wild! His cock was shorter but almost as wide. More comfortable inside me. I thought that if I fingered my clit, while he drove his hardness into me, I might actually reach orgasm. I was saying something, I don't know what. His lips were near my left ear and I heard him say softly, "This black cock has wanted to dick you for a long time." That made my stomach flutter, almost as if I got a huge rush from what he said. How could that be?
Something thick and damp was rubbing around my face. It was a cock, smelling heavily of some muskiness I couldn't identify. I turned my head to look and was astonished to see Terrell, one of Donnie's friends. He began pressing the head against my lips and wiping its wetness across my face. His cock was a deep chocolate brown with heavy, ropey veins. Rather cautiously, I kissed it and glided my pursed lips along the massive shaft. Then used my tongue to probe and lick him.
