Halloween with Shauna (2nd in a series)

Halloween with Shauna (2nd in a series)

I'm a graduate student at an IvyLeague college, and Shauna is a freshman at the same school. She's fivefeet tall, with red hair, green eyes, and a body that fits myspecification for the perfect sex partner: 36-24-34, and muscular in avery feminine way, especially in the legs and ass. Her fiery passions(in bed and otherwise) betray her Irish heritage. I stand 5'-10", andweigh 145 pounds, and I'm in very good shape from a regular exerciseroutine. My sports have conditioned me more for stamina than forstrength, which is a big help for the way Shauna and I like our sex.
It was the weekend before Halloween, and naturally various fraternitiesand sororities were holding their Halloween parties. Our usualplaymates, Mike and Sindra, had gone to Mike's parents' house for theweekend, so Shauna and I were on our own. I've never been much of a fanof fraternity parties, but she had been looking forward to this one fora while, so I agreed. I really do have a hard time not giving into herwishes. At first, I had resisted, but finally she had explained why shewas so hot to go to the Alpha Delta Phi party.
"The girls in my dorm told me that every year, the party turns into acostumed orgy," she said.
"Mm hmm. Have any of them ever been to it themselves?" I asked.
"Well, no, but there's always some truth behind a rumor, right?" shecountered.
"Usually there is," I had to agree. "But what if there isn't?"
She gave me her patented angel-and-devil-in-one grin, and said, "Well,we'll just have to make sure that there is, won't we?"
Well, I don't believe in doing things halfway, so we made sure we hadthe best costumes we could come up with, and spent a couple of Saturdaysworking on them. We chose a couple of comic book characters, Shadowcatand Nightcrawler. Shauna's costume consisted of a blue leotard, lightblue tights, blue bomber-style jacket, blue domino mask, and, much to mydelight, a pair of calf-high blue boots with four-inch heels. Blueisn't really her color, but she looked absolutely great. My character,Nightcrawler, has a rather demonic appearance, but he's really a goodguy. I put on midnight-blue face paint and hair dye, with a redleotard, black tights, white gloves, and matching white boots. I alsowore a fake pair of pointed ears, and had fake fangs that I could put inwhen I wanted to show them off. The hardest part was the tail, which Ieventually ended up draping over my shoulder to keep it from gettingstepped on.
So, in these crazy outfits, we headed for A-D-Phi. I was glad to seethat they were turning away anyone who wasn't in costume. It kept thecrowding down, and made sure we were all in the proper spirit. The bandwas good, and we danced and snacked and met new people. There weren'tmany that either of us knew there. Neither of us usually drinks much,but as the night wore on, we got pretty thirsty, and there were nonon-alcoholic beverages around, so we both managed to get mildly buzzed.There was another couple we'd met, in Tarzan and Jane costumes, whoreally looked the part. Tarzan was big, muscular, and tanned, whileJane's tits threatened to fall out of her leopard bikini top with everymotion. We traded dancing partners throughout the night, until justafter midnight, when we happened to get caught with each other's dateswhen a slow dance started. "Do you think Shauna will mind?" Jane (thatreally *was* her name) asked, as she pressed herself against me. Ilooked over, and noticed that Shauna was already doing the same withTarzan (who was actually named Kevin), and decided that she wouldn'tmind. Throughout the dance, Jane got more and more intimate, and myreaction wasn't at all hidden by my leotard. I began to wish I'd stuckwith the Robocop costume, until Jane reached down and stroked my cock,saying, "I've always wanted to fuck a super-hero. Interested?" Notquite sure of how to handle this, I looked over at Kevin and Shauna.Due to the foot and a half difference in their heights, he was nowcarrying her as they danced, and from the way her legs had wrappedaround his waist, it looked like she was screwing him through hisloincloth already.
"I'll check with Shauna. You ask Kevin," I said, just as the danceended. We quickly went back to our dates. Shauna seemed ratherbreathless, and was blushing as I told her what Jane had said. Ireminded her about her hoping for an orgy, and she agreed, but said shehad to get some fresh air first. As we turned around, though, we weresurprised to see Kevin pulling on his coat and storming out, with Janefollowing him. Apparently, only three of our potential foursome hadbeen up to it. "What now?" I asked. "Back to my place?"
"No, not yet," Shauna said. "I'm still looking for adventure, andTarzan's cock was so big, I was almost coming just thinking aboutgetting it inside me." Now, a lot of guys might've taken this the wrongway, but we have a very special relationship, and I know that whatevergets her hot, I'm the one who it always pays off for, so I really didn'tmind. "I've got an idea," she continued. "Let's do it right here!"
"Here on the dance floor?"
"No, there's too much beer on the floor already. I don't like screwingin beer. Let's find a room." I didn't ask how she'd formed her opinionsabout screwing in beer, but just followed her as she headed off to finda good room. The imp in her had taken over that night, and she insistedon using a room not too far from the party, so we could hear the music,and so there'd be just a chance of getting caught.
"What if someone walks in on us?" I asked. I wasn't really worried. Ifwe'd survived the locker-room orgy where we first met, one uninvitedguest wouldn't be a problem.
"Let 'em find us. I'll fuck 'em all!" she said. By this point, I wasstarting to worry, just a bit. You see, I had no doubt that under theright conditions, she *could* fuck the entire fraternity, their dates,and the guys in the band, and still want more. And that seemed to bewhat she was looking for this time.
We found an empty bedroom, a small single, about 5 doors up the hall,and let ourselves in. Like most fraternity bedrooms I've seen, it hadall the amenities: Loft, laundry on the floor, Penthouse and SportsIllustrated pictures on the wall, packs of condoms on the dresser, etc.Shauna picked up the condoms. "Look at this!" she said. "Unlubricated!This guy must not think at all about what the girl wants!"
"Maybe he only fucks little flash-floods like you, and he doesn't needlubricated ones?" I suggested. I grabbed for her ass, but she dodgedme, and started rummaging around some more. It seemed she was enjoyingthis for more than just sexual reasons.
"No, wait, here we go! Large economy size, yet!" She had found asqueeze tube of lubricant, and had started smearing it on her fingers."Not bad," she said. "Better than KY. Hell of a lot better thanVaseline." Again, I decided not to ask, although I was sure she wasdying to tell me the story. I decided a more direct approach was inorder, so I scooped her up and tried to put her on the loft. "Not theloft!" she protested, "I want to get fucked in the laundry." By thistime, I was sure she was either a lot crazier or a lot drunker than I'doriginally believed. But, as always, I had to give in. The fact thatshe was now on her knees, sucking on my dick through the fabric of mycostume might've influenced my decision. I pushed her back over intothe laundry, and started pulling off her clothes. Unfortunately, ourcostumes weren't built for quickies, and I had to get her completelynaked, except for the mask. She squirmed around through the entireprocess, not really resisting, but making it damned difficult anyway.
As soon as I got her jacket and leotard off, I went after her breasts,trying to suck on them, since I know that's the quickest way to get hertotally involved. She wasn't going for it this time, though, and sherolled over on her stomach, and brought her knees up under her, so thather sweet little rear end was sticking straight up in the air. Shewiggled it at me, in a way that has to be seen to be believed, and said,"I've got better things than that for you, hero!" I was getting asfrustrated as I was horny, so I grabbed her boots and started trying topull them off, while she kept on kicking and wriggling. I finallysucceeded in getting them off without getting kicked in the face, andflipped her over again, going for the waistband of her tights. Shewasn't done playing yet, though, and threw me another curve ball. I'vementioned how strong her legs are (and how much I love to get themwrapped around me!), and she put them to good use, planting both feet inthe middle of my chest and heaving me halfway across the room. I landedflat on my back with the wind knocked out of me, and before I couldrecover, she was all over me. "Nobody pulls off Shadowcat's tights andgets away with it!" she laughed. "Now, super-villain scum, you'll pay!"
I considered resisting, just to get even, but our exertions had gottenme so hot, I just wanted her to get my clothes off and do something tome! In under a minute, she'd gotten me naked and had jammed my cockinto her mouth. She'd been practicing, trying to learn how todeep-throat me, and it seemed her lessons from Sindra were paying off.I was amazed as all seven inches slid down her throat in one easymotion, and she began pumping it in and out of her mouth. Every fewstrokes, she'd stop pumping, and just lick the head for a while. "Baby,you're the greatest!" I said, when I'd caught my breath.
"It's my new super-power," she said. "I'm thinking of changing my nameto Oral Sex Girl. Or maybe Blowjob-Cat."
"Stop talking, and put that thing back in your mouth," was the onlyresponse I could think of. She obliged, and once again I felt myselfbeing sucked all the way in. She surprised me again by poking hertongue out past my cock and tickling my balls with it at the same time.If you've ever had that done to you, you know how great it is. If youhaven't, go out and get it done to you! "Well, Blowjob-Cat, I'm aboutready to super-come in your super-mouth. What do you think of that?"
"Oh, no, NightBaller, you can't do that!" she squealed. She left methere, and crawled back over to the laundry heap, and again stuck herass up in the air and started wiggling it at me. I followed her,wondering what she had up her sleeve this time.
"Are you going to play nice now, or do I have to get rough with you?" Iasked, in my most menacing tone.
"Oooh, please, get rough with me! You know it turns me on!" Actually, Iknow it doesn't as a rule, but since she was definitely not her usualself tonight, I grabbed her tights, tugged them off, and applied a fewnot-very-gentle swats to her behind. "Hey, I was kidding about gettingrough!" she said, "Here. Play with my tits instead." As she said this,she rolled over onto her back, and started squeezing her nipples betweenher fingers. I eagerly licked my way up her body, from her hips to herbreasts, and started sucking on them, nice and hard the way she likes,throwing in the occasional love-bite just to keep her interest up. Icould feel one hand on the back of my head, and out of the corner of myeye I could see the other starting to probe her dripping pussy. Ireached out a hand to help, and found her to be as drenched as ever. Igot three fingers inside her, with a thumb on her clit, and had herbucking and panting through about three orgasms, when she said, "Quick,get the lubricant!"
I was amazed. "Lubricant?" I asked, never letting up the motion. "I'vegot most of my hand sloshing around inside your cunt, your ass isfloating in a puddle of pussy juice, and you want lubricant?"
"Get the damned lubricant, and I'll show you what I want it for!" shegasped, as the fourth orgasm hit. So, I got the damned lubricant, andshe showed me what she wanted it for. She squeezed some into the palmof her hand, and started smearing it around on her breasts. "The hellwith it," she said, and just gave the tube a couple of long squeezes,emptying most of it directly onto her tits. "Now, stick that thing ofyours up here where it'll do us both some good," she commanded me. Igladly complied, since I love a good tit-fuck, and Shauna's the best Iknow. The lubricant had run all over her chest, shoulders, and stomachas well, so I was just sliding around trying to keep myself on top ofher, giving her a full-torso fuck. It was crazy, but it was the best!To help me out, she grabbed hold of my ass with both hands, and guidedme back and forth. She started shoving me far enough forward so thatshe could pop the head of my cock in and out of her mouth on eachstroke. After about five minutes of this, I knew I was close to losingit again, and I guess she could tell, too. "Are you going to come now?"she asked. I just nodded. "Then fuck me, quick! Nice and hard anddeep!"
I climbed off her, and she turned over. "Do it doggie-style for me,"she said. I would've done it kangaroo-style if she'd asked, and Iwasted no time in shoving my cock into her. We instantly startedslamming back and forth into each other, so that I was going balls-deepand then some with every stroke. I started to come, and I grabbed hershoulders, pulling her up so that we were both kneeling, her in front ofme. I reached around and grabbed a handful of tit in each hand, buryingmy face in her shoulder. She braced herself with one hand, and rubbedher clit with the other, bringing herself to yet another orgasm. I'dnever seen her have more than four before, but this was at least herfifth, and she showed no sign of stopping. I kept pumping my load deepinside of her, loving the feeling of her tight little ass pressedagainst my thighs, and the feeling of her dancing to the rhythm of herown orgasms.
When we'd finally finished, we collapsed into the pile of clothes aroundus and squeezed and kissed each other. We could still hear the musicfrom the dance floor, so the party was still going on. We were lookingfor our clothes and discussing the possibility of doing it again when wegot home, when we heard the vocalist for the band announce that theywere going to take a break and come back for their last set. We knew wewere in trouble then, because someone was bound to notice us coming outof the bedroom. We were frantically looking for her leotard whendisaster struck, and we heard two voices, male and female, outside theroom. He was trying to talk her into coming in, and she was resisting.Not taking any chances, Shauna did the practical thing, and dove underthe laundry. I took a second to turn of the light, and then joined her."You want adventure? You got it!" I whispered, just as the door openedand a small desk lamp was switched on.
Apparently the guy had won, and we were stuck there until they went awayagain, or caught us. We couldn't see a thing, but we could hear it all.They quickly undressed (throwing even more clothes onto us), kissed fora moment, and then she climbed up the ladder to the loft. He turned offthe light and followed. For about the next hour, we were treated to thesounds of some rather unimaginative sex from above us, as we quietlykissed and fondled each other in the dark of the laundry heap. Wecouldn't say anything, but I was sure Shauna was loving every minute ofit. I could just imagine what was going through her mind when the guyabove us begged for blow job, and the girl refused on the grounds thatit was "gross." After the second time they'd done it, she excusedherself to go find a bathroom, and he started snoring the instant shewas out the door. Shauna started extricating herself from the clotheson the floor, and I thought we were making our escape, until shewhispered in my ear, "The poor guy had to go to sleep without gettinghis cock sucked. This is a job for me! I've just got to do this!He'll never know what hit him!"
"What am *I* supposed to do?" I asked.
"Wait until what's-her-name comes back, and do what you do best," sheanswered, and gave my hardening dick a quick squeeze. She stepped overto the door, opened it, closed it again, and started up the ladder. Theguy in the loft didn't even wake up, until I heard him give a startledyelp, and I knew Shauna had started on him.
"I thought you didn't do that?" I heard him say.
"I couldn't resist," she whispered back. And she was telling the truth,too, I knew. I heard them continue going at it for a few more minutes,until I heard her ask him to go down on her. From the ensuingscuffling, I guessed he'd agreed. I couldn't help wondering why hehadn't noticed yet that it wasn't the same girl. Maybe he had, and justdidn't care. Meanwhile, I'd moved over to a position by the door,waiting to grab the girl when she came back in. This was Shauna's show,and I wasn't going to let anything ruin it for her. I got lucky, andthey had quieted down for a moment when the door opened, and a girlalmost my height, wearing a bathrobe, came in. I quickly grabbed herand kissed her on the mouth, untying the bathrobe with one hand andeasing the door shut with the other. I found out later, Shauna hadwrapped her legs around the guy's head at that moment, to keep him fromseeing or hearing anything. The girl, who was drunk, stupid, horny, orall of the above, didn't offer me any resistance as I pulled off herrobe and eased her down onto the floor.
Back in the laundry pile, I thought. I can't wait to get home and makelove to my girlfriend in the good old missionary position in a good oldbed. In the meantime, I'd gotten this girl I'd never even seen naked onthe floor of some stranger's room, while he ate my girlfriend's pussy ina loft above us. Shauna lost it then, and started moaning. "What'sthat?" the genius under me asked, and she actually believed me when Isaid it was just a couple of friends. I took my mouth off her tits,which were nice, but much smaller than Shauna's, and spun around tostart licking her pussy. It, conversely, was nice, but much larger thanShauna's. I guessed she must've done this sort of thing fairly often.Then she surprised me, because in spite of what she'd told the otherguy, she slid my cock into her mouth and started sucking it, and notlike a first-timer, either. Great, I thought, anything to keep her fromtalking. I had other reasons not to complain, of course. Meantime,Shauna and her playmate had apparently quit fooling around, because Iheard her offering to get on top, and then the whole loft started toshake. Headlines of 'Four Killed In Fraternity Sex Disaster' flashedthrough my mind, so I started sucking my new partner's clit with evenmore determination. She began writhing around, but didn't miss a strokein sucking me off.
What happened next can only be described as a sexual chain reaction.Shauna was apparently doing quite a job on herself and her anonymouspartner, because she started in with her usual deep growls, then startedmoaning out loud, the way she does when she's really worked for anorgasm. He went off next, grunting and panting. From what Shauna toldme later, he was very well equipped, and when he started pounding intoher for the last time, she got a little scared that he might actuallyhurt her. Fortunately, he didn't keep it up for too long. Then myfriend on the floor and I both started going at the same time. Shestarted thrusting her hips, jamming her cunt against my lips and fillingmy mouth with her sweet juices. I sent a couple of spurts down herthroat, and then she pulled her head back and started jerking me off. Icouldn't tell for sure, but I guess she wanted to get the load on herface. Kind of unusual for a girl who had earlier said that blow jobswere gross, but I don't try to explain women. After all, it was a womanwho'd gotten me into this in the first place.
A few minutes later, they guy in the loft and the girl on the floor wereboth starting to fall asleep, and I heard Shauna excuse herself to golook for the bathroom. I did the same, and we quickly gathered up ourclothes, pulled on enough to be decent, and let ourselves out. Theparty had ended about an hour before, but a couple of guys were stillcleaning up, and they said goodnight to us as we left the building.
On the walk back to my apartment, Shauna and I exchanged stories, andlaughed about what we'd just done. What *would* the couple in that roomdo when they woke up the next morning, with him in the loft, her on thefloor, and completely different recollections of the last time they'ddone it? And how would they ever explain the baby blue tights, onewhite glove, and pair of fake fangs we hadn't managed to locate in thedark? Shauna and I agreed that it'd been a good night, and shesuggested making love again once we got home. It was a nice idea, butby the time we got there, she was falling asleep, so I carried her to myroom, undressed her again, and tucked her in. After all, there wasstill the next morning to look forward to.