New Orleans conjures many fond memories for Jennifer. Her first time partying in the French Quarter ended with her riding the biggest chocolate cock she's ever seen. Never before had she cum so many times with such force; she squirted everywhere, soaking her enormous lover. Alas, her time in heaven ended the next morning when she returned to Nashville.
In Nashville, she was a third-year student at Southern Grace University. Her father was the school's Minister, so she was expected to be the perfect Christian schoolgirl. After New Orleans, she had to hide her sluttiness, which was increasingly difficult, as her pussy stayed wet all the time.
Every night, she snuck off campus and went to nearby bars and clubs, looking for guys to fuck. What she found was minor fame, participating in slutty events where dozens of guys fucked her mercilessly. Her reputation even made her famous on campus, earning her a spot on the cheer squad; yet, no dick could satisfy her like her chocolate New Orleans lover.
Back in New Orleans, her big dick lover, Icarus, was going through the same thing. No matter how many women he fucked, he couldn't satisfy his lust either. All he could think to do was throw sexier parties, many of which turned into full-on orgies. Even after fucking all night in an orgy, he still craved Jennifer.
Much like Jennifer's experience, he got involved in slutty events, hoping to attract sexually experienced women. Although his parties achieved slutty grandeur and drew a more sexual crowd, none of the girls there ever satisfied him like Jennifer. After a while, he decided to hunt Jennifer down and fuck her again.
All he knew about Jennifer was her name, physical appearance, and the fact that she went back to Nashville. With little to go on, he hired a private investigator, who found the right blonde in only four months. When he finally had the correct Jennifer's address, he arrived in Nashville that same day.
That night, their football team won the championship, so the entire campus was partying. He got there just in time to see part of the football team lighting a huge bonfire. After hours of looking around and asking people if they knew Jennifer, he finally got a tip that she was at a house on the edge of campus.
He rushed to the house, finding the door off the hinges and open to anyone daring to enter. Like all Christian parties, there were drugs and alcohol everywhere. It felt more like one of his parties, giving him a hint to where Jennifer may be. He knew that upstairs was probably reserved for sex.
As soon as he moved toward the stairs, a drunk, horny freshman approached him, wanting him to take her upstairs and fuck. When they got to the top, she grabbed his crotch, wanting to feel if he was hung like the rumors suggest. He throbbed his raging hardness in her hands, never revealing she wasn't the one making him hard.
He dropped his pants and let the drunk redhead stroke his hard shaft. She kissed him, moaning in his mouth while stroking his thickness between her legs. While keeping an eye out for Jennifer, he pushed the redhead against a wall and pressed his body against hers.
She squealed and giggled as he lifted her skirt and pushed her panties to the side. The redhead stopped him before he thrust into her quivering cunt and tried to slip a condom down his shaft. The condom barely fit, tightly squeezing his girth, but he pushed into her pussy anyway.
She screamed and grabbed his shirt as his cock pushed against her pelvis. Her stomach bulged as the fat monster made her cum. The redhead wrapped her legs around his hips and rocked her cumming pussy on his throbbing dick.
"Please..." The redhead begged as Icarus thrust into her cumming pussy. "Slow! Slow!" she begged. Her hips violently trembled, shaking her entire body. She pulled on his shirt as her pussy convulsed harder. "Fuck me, papa! Fuck me!"
She opened her legs more, and he shoved his entire length into her box, resting his bush against hers. Her pussy quivered harder, vibrating uncontrollably as warm juice trickled down his shaft and down his legs. He pulled out of her spasming pussy, letting her cum juice drip onto his shaft.
"No more," she admitted in defeat.
Icarus stepped away from her as she pulled her skirt down and slowly walked away, nearly stumbling every few feet. While watching her slut-walk downstairs, two high brunettes walked over, entranced with his raging cock. One pulled his shirt off while the other pulled the little condom off.
They played with his naked body, getting him to ooze precum into their mouths. Before cumming on their pretty faces, he heard, "Fuck this pussy!"
Immediately, he recognized the soft moans of Jennifer riding a hard cock. He followed Jennifer's moans, leaving the two brunettes begging for dick. When he finally found Jennifer, she was bouncing reverse cowgirl style on some large football player.
Her eyes were closed as she tried pushing the protected cock against her hot spot. Icarus stood in the doorway, unnoticed by either of them, watching his sexy blonde twist and grind on the struggling cock. The guy underneath her begged her to slow down but lost control anyway.
"What the fuck," Jennifer barked, turning and looking at the convulsing guy.
"I can't help it," he groaned.
"We just started. Learn to fucking control yourself."
Without making a sound, Icarus walked into the room and pulled Jennifer off the spasming penis. He pressed his lips against hers, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Before she even realized who he was, she kissed him back, hoping he'd fuck her better than the last guy. When she remembered the taste of his lips, she kissed him harder.
"Where did you come from?" she eagerly asked. She put her hands on his face and kissed him again. "What are you doing here?"
"I couldn't go another day without your pussy." He pulled her left hand away and kissed the inside of her palm. "What's this?" he asked, nodding to the engagement ring on her finger.
"He's rich, and my father likes him."
"Do you like him?"
