I was just your average freshman in college. I was trying to get pussy, beer, and smoke weed. I ended up getting fucked in my pussy. That's what master tells me to call it at least. I didn't think I was going to get fucked, just do the fucking.
First let me tell you about myself, I'm eighteen, a freshmen in college, have a smoking hot girlfriend, I'm fairly tall, and I have your average white cock. So, in other words, I'm not that hung. Only about four inches. I have red hair, freckles, and pale skin. My girlfriend is just the first girl I smoked weed with here. She started to sell it to me, then we started to date.
Her name is Natalie, she's about five foot, with perky b cup tits, and a big ass for someone her size. When I first met her, I thought I was gonna get to fuck her, but she insisted on waiting. The most we've done was I fingered her and got a handjob. We have not done anything since though.
We were talking one night while we were high as balls. She and I were making out and she asked me a question.
"Why do you have a couple pairs of panties in your dresser, Chris?"
I was shocked, I thought I had hidden them well enough. "Uhm, no reason, Nat. Don't worry about it."
"Baby, I think I've got an idea why you have them.." Natalie trailed off.
"Why's that, hun?" I asked, assuming she was flirting.
"Well, while I was home over Fall break and we were video chatting. You thought you turned your webcam off, but you didn't. I saw you slip your pretty little pink panties on," Natalie said with a giggle.
I didn't know what to say so I just looked away. "You know it was the only time you got me wet. Seeing you wearing those slutty little panties and fingering your tight ass." Natalie whispered into my ear.
"Great, so you're breaking up with me then? Because I like to wear panties sometimes?" I said, pissed off.
"No, baby, I just want to know why? You know I also saw all the Mandingo anal porn on your laptop. Do you wanna dress like a girl and get fucked?" Natalie said with a sly grin.
My face flushed as I felt the blood rush to it. My high was completely gone and I just wanted to get this conversation over with. "Fuck no. I like pussy not dick, you should know that Natalie."
"Okay, Chris that's all I was wondering, I believe you. Are we still going to that party on 21st street tomorrow?" Natalie asked.
"Yeah, I guess. Who was it that invited you?" I got up and grabbed a longneck out of the fridge.
"Hailey, that girl in Zeta. You know the one I'm talking about?" Natalie replied.
"Yeah, we had a mixer with them last week. I remember meeting her, she bailed early to go fuck some black guy along with a couple of her sisters. I know who it is though. You sell her weed or something?"
"I sell it to her boyfriend. I've smoked with her before though." Natalie took a sip of her vodka.
"Okay, cool. Shit, it's fucking two. You need to head on, baby. I've got a test tomorrow at ten." I gave her a kiss as she left for her dorm. I fell on the bed after finishing my beer and passed out.
The next night after acing my test in Bio, I went over to Natalie's dorm to pick her up. As I got on the elevator, my phone started to ring. I looked at the ID.
I answered the phone, "Hey, Nat. I'm actually just about to be to your room. What do you need?"
"Hey, Chris, I was just going to tell you, I'm already at the party. Just come over when you get ready. Okay? Bye, love you."
"Love you, too. Bye, babe." I said and got back on the elevator before I left. I caught the bus to the other side of town. When I got to the address I realized that this was not the best part of town. I was in the ghetto. I just walked to the door and saw a bunch of black guys. In stark contrast there was a bunch of teenage white girls, asian girls, and latinas. I realized what kind of party this was as I walked in. Natalie ran up to me and started chattering, but I couldn't hear shit over the rap music.
Suddenly, Natalie grabbed my arm and led me into a back room. In the room was Hailey and three black guys smoking weed. I introduced myself and learned that two were on the football team and the third is the guy that supplies Nat with the weed.
After a couple of minutes of smoking I saw Natalie's hand on Marcus, the drug dealer's, dick. Also saw Hailey with each hand on both football players' cocks. Natalie looked at me, "Hey, Chris. Marcus said he wanted to talk to you for a second. He plays nice pinky promise." She giggled as Marcus got up. I went down the hall with him and into a room. I heard somebody screaming from an orgasm next door.
"So, Marcus, what do you need man?" I asked as he sat on the bed.
"I need a blowjob," he said forcefully.