Dear Phantasies, Since you published my letter about how Shauna and I first met,
I thought you might be interested in hearing about one of our recent adventures.
Although sex between us is always great, we've recently had an experience that
we think is worth sharing with your readers. For those who missed my first
letter, I'm a graduate student at an Ivy League college, and Shauna is a
freshman at the same school. She's five feet tall, with red hair, green eyes,
and a body that fits my specification for the perfect sex partner: 36-24-34, and
muscular in a very feminine way, especially in the legs and ass. Her fiery
passions (in bed and otherwise) betray her Irish heritage. I stand 5'-10", and
weigh 145 pounds, and I'm in very good shape from a regular exercise routine. My
sports have conditioned me more for stamina than for strength, which is a big
help for the way Shauna and I like our sex. It was the weekend before Halloween,
and naturally various fraternities and sororities were holding their Halloween
parties. Our usual playmates, Mike and Sindra, had gone to Mike's parents' house
for the weekend, so Shauna and I were on our own. I've never been much of a fan
of fraternity parties, but she had been looking forward to this one for a while,
so I agreed. I really do have a hard time not giving into her wishes. At first,
I had resisted, but finally she had explained why she was so hot to go to the
Alpha Delta Phi party. "The girls in my dorm told me that every year, the party
turns into a costumed 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?" she countered. "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 had the best costumes we could come up
with, and spent a couple of Saturdays working on them. We chose a couple of
comic book characters, Shadow cat and Night crawler. Shauna's costume consisted
of a blue leotard, light blue tights, blue bomber-style jacket, blue domino
mask, and, much to my delight, a pair of calf-high blue boots with four-inch
heels. Blue isn't really her color, but she looked absolutely great. My
character, Night crawler, has a rather demonic appearance, but he's really a
good guy. I put on midnight-blue face paint and hair dye, with a red leotard,
black tights, white gloves, and matching white boots. I also wore a fake pair of
pointed ears, and had fake fangs that I could put in when I wanted to show them
off. The hardest part was the tail, which I eventually ended up draping over my
shoulder to keep it from getting stepped on. So, in these crazy outfits, we
headed for A-D-Phi. I was glad to see that they were turning away anyone who
wasn't in costume. It kept the crowding down, and made sure we were all in the
proper spirit. The band was good, and we danced and snacked and met new people.
There weren't many 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 no
non-alcoholic beverages around, so we both managed to get mildly buzzed. There
was another couple we'd met, in Tarzan and Jane costumes, who really looked the
part. Tarzan was big, muscular, and tanned, while Jane's tits threatened to fall
out of her leopard bikini top with every motion. We traded dancing partners
throughout the night, until just after midnight, when we happened to get caught
with each other's dates when a slow dance started. "Do you think Shauna will
mind?" Jane (that really *was* her name) asked, as she pressed herself against
me. I looked over, and noticed that Shauna was already doing the same with
Tarzan (who was actually named Kevin), and decided that she wouldn't mind.
Throughout the dance, Jane got more and more intimate, and my reaction wasn't at
all hidden by my leotard. I began to wish I'd stuck with the Robocop costume,
until Jane reached down and stroked my cock, saying, "I've always wanted to fuck
a super-hero. Interested?" Not quite 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 now carrying her as they danced, and from the way her legs had wrapped
around his waist, it looked like she was screwing him through his loincloth
already. "I'll check with Shauna. You ask Kevin," I said, just as the dance
ended. We quickly went back to our dates. Shauna seemed rather breathless, and
was blushing as I told her what Jane had said. I reminded her about her hoping
for an orgy, and she agreed, but said she had to get some fresh air first. As we
turned around, though, we were surprised to see Kevin pulling on his coat and
storming out, with Jane following him. Apparently, only three of our potential
foursome had been up to it. "What now?" I asked. "Back to my place?" "No, not
yet," Shauna said. "I'm still looking for adventure, and Tarzan's cock was so
big, I was almost coming just thinking about getting it inside me." Now, a lot
of guys might've taken this the wrong way, but we have a very special
relationship, and I know that whatever gets her hot, I'm the one who it always
pays off for, so I really didn't mind. "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 screwing in beer. Let's find a room." I didn't ask
how she'd formed her opinions about screwing in beer, but just followed her as
she headed off to find a good room. The imp in her had taken over that night,
and she insisted on 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. If we'd survived the
locker-room orgy where we first met, one uninvited guest wouldn't be a problem.
"Let 'em find us. I'll fuck 'em all!" she said. By this point, I was starting to
worry, just a bit. You see, I had no doubt that under the right conditions, she
*could* fuck the entire fraternity, their dates, and the guys in the band, and
still want more. And that seemed to be what 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 had all the amenities:
Loft, laundry on the floor, Penthouse and Sports Illustrated pictures on the
wall, packs of condoms on the dresser, etc. Shauna picked up the condoms. "Look
at this!" she said. "Unduplicated! 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
need lubricated ones?" I suggested. I grabbed for her ass, but she dodged me,
and started rummaging around some more. It seemed she was enjoying this for more
than just sexual reasons. "No, wait, here we go! Large economy size, yet!" She
had found a squeeze tube of lubricant, and had started smearing it on her
fingers. "Not bad," she said. "Better than KY. Hell of a lot better than
Vaseline." Again, I decided not to ask, although I was sure she was dying to
tell me the story. I decided a more direct approach was in order, so I scooped
her up and tried to put her on the loft. "Not the loft!" she protested, "I want
to get fucked in the laundry." By this time, I was sure she was either a lot
crazier or a lot drunker than I'd originally believed. But, as always, I had to
give in. The fact that she was now on her knees, sucking on my dick through the
fabric of my costume might've influenced my decision. I pushed her back over
into the laundry, and started pulling off her clothes. Unfortunately, our
costumes weren't built for quickies, and I had to get her completely naked,
except for the mask. She squirmed around through the entire process, 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 her totally involved. She wasn't going for it
this time, though, and she rolled over on her stomach, and brought her knees up
under her, so that her sweet little rear end was sticking straight up in the
air. She wiggled 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 as
frustrated as I was horny, so I grabbed her boots and started trying to pull
them off, while she kept on kicking and wriggling. I finally succeeded in
getting them off without getting kicked in the face, and flipped her over again,
going for the waistband of her tights. She wasn't done playing yet, though, and
threw me another curveball. I've mentioned how strong her legs are (and how much
I love to get them wrapped around me!), and she put them to good use, planting
both feet in the middle of my chest and heaving me halfway across the room. I
landed flat on my back with the wind knocked out of me, and before I could
recover, she was all over me. "Nobody pulls off Shadow cat's tights and gets
away with it!" she laughed. "Now, super-villain scum, you'll pay!" I considered
resisting, just to get even, but our exertions had gotten me so hot, I just
wanted her to get my clothes off and do something to me! In under a minute,
she'd gotten me naked and had jammed my cock into her mouth. She'd been
practicing, trying to learn how to deep-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 easy motion, and she began pumping it in and out of her mouth.
Every few strokes, 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 name to Oral Sex Girl. Or
maybe Blowjob-Cat." "Stop talking, and put that thing back in your mouth," was
the only response I could think of. She obliged, and once again I felt myself
being sucked all the way in. She surprised me again by poking her tongue 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 you haven't, go out and get it
done to you! "Well, Blowjob-Cat, I'm about ready 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 me there, and crawled back over to the laundry
heap, and again stuck her ass 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?" I asked, in my most menacing
tone. "Oooh, please, get rough with me! You know it turns me on!" Actually, I
know it doesn't as a rule, but since she was definitely not her usual self
tonight, I grabbed her tights, tugged them off, and applied a few not-very-
gentle swats to her behind. "Hey, I was kidding about getting rough!" she said,
"Here. Play with my tits instead." As she said this, she rolled over onto her
back, and started squeezing her nipples between her fingers. I eagerly licked my
way up her body, from her hips to her breasts, and started sucking on them, nice
and hard the way she likes, throwing in the occasional love-bite just to keep
her interest up. I could feel one hand on the back of my head, and out of the
corner of my eye I could see the other starting to probe her dripping pussy. I
reached out a hand to help, and found her to be as drenched as ever. I got three
fingers inside her, with a thumb on her clit, and had her bucking 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've got most of my
hand sloshing around inside your cunt, your ass is floating in a puddle of pussy
juice, and you want lubricant?" "Get the damned lubricant, and I'll show you
what I want it for!" she gasped, as the fourth orgasm hit. So, I got the damned
lubricant, and she showed me what she wanted it for. She squeezed some into the
palm of her hand, and started smearing it around on her breasts. "The hell with
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 of yours up here where
it'll do us both some good," she commanded me. I gladly complied, since I love a
good tit-fuck, and Shauna's the best I know. The lubricant had run all over her
chest, shoulders, and stomach as well, so I was just sliding around trying to
keep myself on top of her, 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
guided me back and forth. She started shoving me far enough forward so that she
could pop the head of my cock in and out of her mouth on each stroke. After
about five minutes of this, I knew I was close to losing it 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 and deep!" 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 I wasted no time in shoving my cock into her. We instantly
started slamming back and forth into each other, so that I was going balls-deep
and then some with every stroke. I started to come, and I grabbed her shoulders,
pulling her up so that we were both kneeling, her in front of me. I reached
around and grabbed a handful of tit in each hand, burying my face in her
shoulder. She braced herself with one hand, and rubbed her clit with the other,
bringing herself to yet another orgasm. I'd never seen her have more than four
before, but this was at least her fifth, and she showed no sign of stopping. I
kept pumping my load deep inside of her, loving the feeling of her tight little
ass pressed against my thighs, and the feeling of her dancing to the rhythm of
her own orgasms. When we'd finally finished, we collapsed into the pile of
clothes around us and squeezed and kissed each other. We could still hear the
music from the dance floor, so the party was still going on. We were looking for
our clothes and discussing the possibility of doing it again when we got home,
when we heard the vocalist for the band announce that they were going to take a
break and come back for their last set. We knew we were in trouble then, because
someone was bound to notice us coming out of the bedroom. We were frantically
looking for her leotard when disaster struck, and we heard two voices, male and
female, outside the room. He was trying to talk her into coming in, and she was
resisting. Not taking any chances, Shauna did the practical thing, and dove
under the 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 opened and a
small desk lamp was switched on. Apparently the guy had won, and we were stuck
there until they went away again, 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 for a moment, and then she climbed up the ladder to the loft. He turned
off the light and followed. For about the next hour, we were treated to the
sounds of some rather unimaginative sex from above us, as we quietly kissed and
fondled each other in the dark of the laundry heap. We couldn't say anything,
but I was sure Shauna was loving every minute of it. I could just imagine what
was going through her mind when the guy above us begged for blowjob, and the
girl refused on the grounds that it was "gross." After the second time they'd
done it, she excused herself to go find a bathroom, and he started snoring the
instant she was out the door. Shauna started extricating herself from the
clothes on the floor, and I thought we were making our escape, until she
whispered in my ear, "The poor guy had to go to sleep without getting his 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," she answered, and gave my hardening dick a quick
squeeze. She stepped over to the door, opened it, closed it again, and started
up the ladder. The guy in the loft didn't even wake up, until I heard him give a
startled yelp, 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 ensuing
scuffling, I guessed he'd agreed. I couldn't help wondering why he hadn't
noticed yet that it wasn't the same girl. Maybe he had, and just didn'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, and they had quieted down for a moment
when the door opened, and a girl almost my height, wearing a bathrobe, came in.
I quickly grabbed her and kissed her on the mouth, untying the bathrobe with one
hand and easing the door shut with the other. I found out later, Shauna had
wrapped her legs around the guy's head at that moment, to keep him from seeing
or hearing anything. The girl, who was drunk, stupid, horny, or all of the
above, didn't offer me any resistance as I pulled off her robe and eased her
down onto the floor. Back in the laundry pile, I thought. I can't wait to get
home and make love to my girlfriend in the good old missionary position in a
good old bed. In the meantime, I'd gotten this girl I'd never even seen naked on
the floor of some stranger's room, while he ate my girlfriend's pussy in a loft
above us. Shauna lost it then, and started moaning. "What's that?" the genius
under me asked, and she actually believed me when I said 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 to start licking her pussy. It, conversely, was nice,
but much larger than Shauna'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
other guy, she slid my cock into her mouth and started sucking it, and not like
a first-timer, either. Great, I thought, anything to keep her from talking. I
had other reasons not to complain, of course. Meantime, Shauna and her playmate
had apparently quit fooling around, because I heard her offering to get on top,
and then the whole loft started to shake. Headlines of 'Four Killed In
Fraternity Sex Disaster' flashed through my mind, so I started sucking my new
partner's clit with even more determination. She began writhing around, but
didn't miss a stroke in 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 anonymous partner, because she started in with her usual deep growls,
then started moaning out loud, the way she does when she's really worked for an
orgasm. He went off next, grunting an panting. From what Shauna told me later,
he was very well equipped, and when he started pounding into her for the last
time, she got a little scared that he might actually hurt her. Fortunately, he
didn't keep it up for too long. Then my friend on the floor and I both started
going at the same time. She started thrusting her hips, jamming her cunt against
my lips and filling my mouth with her sweet juices. I sent a couple of spurts
down her throat, and then she pulled her head back and started jerking me off. I
couldn't tell for sure, but I guess she wanted to get the load on her face. Kind
of unusual for a girl who had earlier said that blowjobs were gross, but I don't
try to explain women. After all, it was a woman who'd gotten me into this in the
first place. A few minutes later, they guy in the loft and the girl on the floor
were both starting to fall asleep, and I heard Shauna excuse herself to go look
for the bathroom. I did the same, and we quickly gathered up our clothes, pulled
on enough to be decent, and let ourselves out. The party had ended about an hour
before, but a couple of guys were still cleaning up, and they said goodnight to
us as we left the building. On the walk back to my apartment, Shauna and I
exchanged stories, and laughed about what we'd just done. What *would* the
couple in that room do when they woke up the next morning, with him in the loft,
her on the floor, and completely different recollections of the last time they'd
done it? And how would they ever explain the baby blue tights, one white glove,
and pair of fake fangs we hadn't managed to locate in the dark? Shauna and I
agreed that it'd been a good night, and she suggested making love again once we
got home. It was a nice idea, but by the time we got there, she was falling
asleep, so I carried her to my room, undressed her again, and tucked her in.
After all, there was still the next morning to look forward to.
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