I hadn't seen my ex-girlfriend Jennie in over two years. We used to fuck like crazy, but really couldn't stand each other. Even from the beginning I didn't like her as a person. But man could she fuck!
I met Jennie through a friend in college, and used to go over to her place and drop a load inside her pussy when I needed it. She was really just a fuck-buddy on the side back then. Such a great whore.
I actually had another girlfriend at the time, Mandy, a really sweet, knockout blonde with decent sized tits and a killer ass, but she wouldn't do all the crazy stuff Jennie would do. She was in one of the best sororities on campus at Madison. If I tried to lick her asshole or make her give me head after I had been fucking her pussy, she would always balk.
I got really tired of hearing, "That's nasty! Why don't you just get me from behind like you like to do and shoot it on my back sweetie?"
So that's usually what I did. Which was great most of the time, but it got kind of old after a while. Like the old saying goes, 'No matter how good she looks to you, some guy somewhere is sick of putting up with her shit.' Well at this point, I was that guy.
Mandy came from old money in Biloxi, Mississippi and had only come up to Wisconsin because of a full scholarship offer to study biology. She was an excellent student and the Salutatorian of her small high school class. She wanted to be a surgeon and do neurology or some shit, which I thought would be great if we ever got married. She would be super rich, as if her family wasn't already.
In high school, Mandy had promised her parents and her church that she wouldn't have premarital sex. She actually held out until her sophomore year in college with a guy before me, so I was her second. The pre-marital sex promise turned her into a total head whore though. I found out later she had blown like eight guys in high school on dates, because she was didn't want to fuck but was scared of disappointing them. She wouldn't swallow cum though, because she was scared of STDs. She always spat, even in college with me.
But back to Jennie. She definitely wasn't in a sorority. Her parents had divorced when she was three, and she was really raised by her aunt and uncle more than her Mom. Her Dad moved away to California after the divorce, and her mother had so many men in and out of the house that her aunt begged to move her to a more stable environment.
Jennie was raised here in Wisky. By the time I met her, she wasn't anything like Mandy. She was a brunette of medium height, with tanned skin and perfect c-plus sized tits and the tightest little bubble ass you have ever seen. One thing about her that I never will forget is how good she always smelled. Like honeysuckle in the summer.
Jennie was apparently was a pretty precocious kid and told me later she had first masturbated at 11 years old, before she really knew what it was. She also got on a kick where she liked to ask boys to show her their penises when she was only 12.
She would show the boys on her street her budding tits and the new hair on her pussy if they would jack their dicks for her. They were too young to cum yet, but she liked to watch anyway. She wasn't really friends with any girls on her block. They all thought she was a slut, even at that age. I think she said later it only took her one more year to take a 17 year old guy's cock in her mouth.
One night in college I was with Mandy at a party. We had been dating for a full year at this point. It was one of my fraternity parties and I was sitting at a table playing quarters with five of my frat brothers. I was pretty drunk after having quite a few quarters dropped on me, and gorgeous Mandy, as usual, was tired of my drunken antics. I was sitting at the table popping quarters into a half-full beer glass while she stood at my shoulder and watched, probably rolling her eyes and wishing she was somewhere else.
It was a fun game, but I was getting wasted and she wasn't drinking at all. I started getting so drunk, I tried to stick my hand up Mandy's skirt a couple of times to finger her pussy, eliciting gales of laughter from my boys and a couple of the girls there who were onlookers.
Mandy slapped my hand away a couple of times, mortified. Finally, she told me later, she got so embarrassed she just left and drove herself home, leaving me to my own devices.
I stayed though because I was having a lot of fun getting drunk with my boys. They liked Mandy, but knew she was a really nice girl. No one really seemed surprised when she took off. I knew I was going to get a tongue lashing the next day from her, but tonight I was determined to continue my good time.
With the quarters game ended, I had a pretty good buzz going on. I strolled around the house looking for something else to amuse me. In the Back Bay, which was what we called a pretty small room toward the back of the house, I stumbled on four guys and three girls sitting on the two couches in the psychedelic decorated room.
It was a pretty fun place. Some of the brothers before my pledge class had decked it out with black lights, the typical colorful swirl posters, a psychedelic shiny metallic disco ball, and the requisite Hendrix, Sublime, Rage, and Radiohead posters.
