Shannon was the cutest guy in my English 101 class, so I was flattered when he invited me to the frat house for "a little party."
I probably wouldn't have gone if I had known about his twisted plan. But I'm glad I did because it was the most erotic, interesting and messiest night of my life.
My main goal for the night was to get laid. I didn't particularly care by who, as long as he filled me with cum. I dressed for the occasion. Tight-ass jeans and a half-shirt went over my black silk panties and matching bra.
Shannon answered the door at the Kappa Kappa Kappa house wearing only purple polka dot underwear.
"Oh good," he said. "We're ready for you. Come on in."
He led me down a hall and past a room blasting "Purple Haze" at top volume. We went up the stairs and to the end of another hall where Shannon flung open a door. He pushed me inside before I realized what was happening.
About two dozen guys were packed into this bedroom. They were all naked.
And a porno movie was playing.
The guys, who I recognized from around campus, were jerking themselves off. They weren't touching each other, but this was clearly some sort of bizarre sex festival. They were just leaning against the wall or sitting on the bed as they stroked off.
Here was the strangest thing: they seemed to be making a circle around a gallon-size margarita glass on a coffee table in the center of the room.
Shannon pulled down his underwear. His cock must've been nine inches long with a head the size of a small apple. I watched it pulse ever so slightly. His heart was beating fast.
"Go ahead," he said. "Suck it."