A college guy with a small dick fucks & satisfies four hotties
Everyone in the story is over eighteen. Some stories are pure fiction. Some are partially true. No good tales, in my opinion, are told without embellishment. A friend from college swears this is the exception. That this is the story of the best night of his life and it's 100% true. I wrote what he dictated.
If he's being honest, Christmas is truly the most wonderful time of the year!
^^^
"I need a large cock."
It was eleven o'clock at night. Albert, a college freshman, was at a sex shop. The head of his frat had ordered all the freshman brothers to buy a large dildo as a gag gift for the "Secret Santa' Christmas gift exchange they were hosting for their sister sorority.
"Don't we all, hon," answered the fat, bored, chain-smoking grandmother behind the counter. She pulled out two huge dildos and placed them in front of Albert. They were long, thick and flesh colored.
He looked them over and said, "I'll take the larger one."
"Ten inches. A good choice," said the toothless sales clerk.
She took his money and returned with his change. She put the fake phallus in a plain paper bag and Albert was on his way.
He checked his watch. He was good on time. He clutched his package as he walked down the street. He said to himself, "Why am I even bothering with this party? It'll be like all the rest of the parties. People will be drinking, dancing, having a good time and pairing up to have sex. Everyone, except for me."
To put it plainly, Albert was a nerd. He was skinny, unathletic, and had never had any luck with girls. His family referred to him as the runt of the litter. His two older brothers were tall, broad-shouldered and good looking. They were great athletes and popular.
His good grades got him into the university. The fact that he was a quadruple legacy (his grandfather, father and two brothers had been members of his fraternity) was the only reason he'd been allowed to join the frat.
As he was crossing the street to get to the underground subway, a jerk on a bicycle ran a red light. The cyclist sideswiped him, knocked him down and knocked his package out of his hands. Other pedestrians came to his aid.
"Sorry, dude. Are you okay?", the cyclist said after he came to a stop.
Albert was shaken, but not injured. He got up, brushed himself off and said, "Yes. I think so. Nothing seems to be broken."
"Good." The cyclist picked up an object. It was the dildo Albert had just bought. He tossed to him and said with a smirk, "I guess this is yours. Have fun with it tonight!"
He didn't know it, but his taunt was prophetic. Albert was on the verge of having the best night of his life.
Albert caught the dildo awkwardly. A matronly lady laughed seeing him cradling the ten-inch dick. Albert was embarrassed. He looked around for the brown bag to put it in and sighed as he saw pieces of the shredded bag tumbling down the street carried away by the wind.
He quickly put it into the pocket of his winter coat. It didn't fit. It was too long. Frantic to hide it, Albert shoved it into the front pocket of his jeans. It didn't fit there either so he put it down the front of his pants. Then, he pulled his sweater and coat over it.
He said to the small crowd, "Ah. I'm all right. I have a train to catch." He walked away and went into the subway.
He caught his train. It was crowded. He had to stand. At the next station, four very attractive, giggling, intoxicated, college girls got on. They stood next to him, chatting and laughing. They paid the skinny, unimpressive freshman no mind.
The subway train lurched to a start and one of the college women, the prettiest and drunkest, lost her balance. She spun about and fell face-first into Albert. Her hands shot out to catch herself.
She grabbed hold of Albert. One hand landed on his stomach. The other grabbed his crotch and found the dildo. She didn't know the long, thick phallus in her hand was silicone.
"Sorry," she muttered after she crashed into Albert. Then, she felt the giant dick. Her normal reaction would've been to apologize and quickly remove her hand, but the alcohol in her system overruled that response. Her lowered inhibition level caused her to squeeze the unit and squeal, "Oh my God!"
She regained her balance and stood in front of Albert. She gave him a look of astonishment and boldly rubbed her hand against the dildo confirming its size.
Al was scared. Women this beautiful never noticed him or talked to him or groped him. He stood stock still and was terrified.
The woman assumed the giant cock in his pants was his. She removed her hand, smiled and said, "Hi. My name is Joanie. My friends and I are headed to a party. Want to cum?"
The buxom blond batted her pretty, blue eyes at Albert and spoke in such a sexy manner that she made it sound less like an invitation to join them and more like an overture to have sex.
Her friends gawked at her. They couldn't believe Joanie was asking this unremarkable, boyish teenager to their place. The leader of the pack, Cassandra, stepped forward to rescue her best friend.
She gave Albert a dismissive look and said, "Pay no attention to her. She's been drinking."
She grabbed her friend by the arm and meant to bring her back to the group. However, Joanie resisted. She said desperately to Alfred, "I meant it. Please join us!" She gave him a pleading look.
Cassie continued to tug on her friend's arm. Joanie turned to the cool brunette and whispered, "He's packing. The guy's got a ten-inch dick. I felt it" She dissolved into a fit of giggles.
Cassandra gave Albert a second look. He wasn't much. Below average in height and weight and certainly not handsome. But she knew there was no rhyme or reason as to which guy was blessed with a big dick. Joanie was a party girl. She'd had more than a few men, if she was impressed by this scrawny dude, that was good enough for her.
While Cassandra looked at Albert, Albert stared in awe at her. The confident brunette was striking with her dark, black hair and blemish-free, pale face. The red lipstick she wore really popped. Her best feature was her large, dark blue eyes. They captivated people and Albert was not immune.
She focused her baby blues on him, extended her hand, bestowed a radiant smile on him, and said, "Please join us. My name is Cassandra. And you are?"
"Albert."
His voice squeaked as the bashful nineteen-year-old answered. He was dazzled and took the offered hand. It was small and delicate. Her grip was surprisingly firm.
She looked over her shoulder at her companions and said, "Let me introduce you to the rest of the group. That's Mei Ling in the red coat. Her name means 'beautiful and delicate' in Chinese. Very appropriate, don't you think?"
"Ah. Ah. Yeah," Albert uttered starstruck.
The other two women stepped toward them wondering what the hell was going on. The Chinese women greeted him with a nod. Albert thought her slanted, narrow eyes made her very exotic looking. She had long, straight, shiny black hair. Her lips and fingernails were also black.
"That's Savannah in the white coat," Cassandra said, finishing the introductions. "She's our beautiful, country cousin from Georgia. Don't let her syrupy sweet southern accent fool you. She's as smart as she is pretty."
Savannah was a beautiful, twenty-one-year-old woman with light brown hair. Her hair was an unfussy spread of curls that hung down past her shoulders. She had a sexy bedhead-type of appeal. Her makeup was more demure than the others. She had soft brown eyes.
"Hey," Savannah said with a smile and a wave of her hand.
Joanie clung to Albert as the train sped down the rails. The next stop was theirs. Albert had never agreed to join them. However, he was smitten by their beauty and he allowed himself to be swept along to their apartment. He couldn't believe his luck.
Everyone took off their coats. Joanie turned the music up loud. She ran to the bar and poured liquor into five shot glasses. "Tequila shots for everyone!" she shouted.
She took one for herself and one for Albert. She handed it to him and ordered, "Drink!"
