The smell of pot, the taste of beer, the intentionally bad music--check, double check, and triple check. It was a party.
There were two other things that it was safe to expect from a party: Rick would be there (and you would know it), and he would disappear with a girl at least once. Although the music had been cranked up, the overall volume of the party had decreased, so Rick must have been upstairs already. Nobody heard the door close, much less the lock click, but if they had, they would have known what was to follow.
Rick couldn't believe his luck. When he moved into the dorms to rumors of a nymphomaniac who'd graduated last year--rumors that his sophomore roommate confirmed with a huge grin and a satisfied sigh--he figured fate was trying to balance things out, with all the chicks he'd banged so far. But here she was, at this party! And she was living up to the stories: it'd taken him five minutes to get her up here. It was somebody's bedroom--or actually probably a guest room, since there were no real decorations. Hell, he didn't even know whose house this was, but it was big enough to have guest rooms.
Maybe nobody downstairs heard the lock click, but he did. He turned around to look at Tracy--she slid her hand off the doorknob, smiling seductively. Locking the door was kind of sexy, Rick thought.
Admittedly, she didn't look as drop-dead gorgeous as everyone said--although she had the whole older woman thing going on. She was probably five-six or something, and white with long black hair. She wore an unflattering t-shirt and shorts, but hey, she wasn't ugly. She had good skin. And more importantly, she was already kicking off her shoes and peeling off the shirt.
Rick pulled off his tee, and when he saw her shirtless, he took back what he'd thought. She'd been hiding D-cups and a perfectly slim, smooth waist. Eagerly, he undid his belt and zipper, pushing his shoes off with his feet at the same time. Tracy took her time with her own pants, and after his were off, she released her grip, and they fell to the floor in one quick motion.
She wasn't wearing any panties.
And her pussy was completely shaven.
She leaned down to take off her socks, making sure he could see into her vast cleavage. Then she took off her bra, exposing her bulging bosom entirely--her nipples looked rock-hard already, and she brought both her hands up and tweaked them just to make the point.
Rick tore off his boxers and his cock popped out, ready and waiting.
"Oh, you're a big boy," Tracy said, eyes on his member as he yanked off his socks. He'd been told that before, but hearing it from her--someone who clearly knew her cocks--it was even more of an ego boost.
"Your body's, like, perfect," he replied, drinking it in with his eyes. Normally he would already be on her, but he was used to chicks five years younger and a whole lot less experienced. So he asked, "What's your favorite way to fuck?"
In response, she pulled his head into her tits, jiggled them around, and threw him onto the bed. Dropping to her knees, she bent over and clutched his cock, and from the moment she first gripped it, he knew he was dealing with something different. She gave him a few quick strokes as she guided him into her mouth, and as her head bobbed up and down and her tongue danced around the surface of his cock in ways that his mind couldn't follow, his manhood was already tingling as it never had before, and for the first time since his earliest days of pillow humping, he was a little worried that he might cum too soon.
Tracy let him out of her mouth and climbed onto the bed, straddling him. He'd never been ridden before, but maybe it was this whole domination thing that was turning him on so much. He clenched his fists at his sides, holding back his orgasm, and then shot his hands up to her big bouncy tits, massaging them expertly, which reminded him of his own level of experience.
"Ooh, yeah..." she purred. "You know how to treat a girl, Ricky."
