Win or lose, there were always parties to go to after the games. With plenty of beer, alcohol and smoke to go around. Always a good time. A time to...party and if one was lucky to hook up with someone for a little romp in the hay. Sex and beer always seemed to go hand in hand at parties such as these. As it happened, tonight it was Bill’s turn to host. His parents were out of town for the weekend which always made a perfect time and place for an after game party with no adults running. "Just dinner, and that's all. I was back in the dorm both Friday nights before eleven." Jesus! Why didn't you call me?" What? To tell you that I'd only had dinner? No dancing? No sex? You would have said that I needed to stay out longer — learn more about these new guys in my life!" No. No, I wouldn't have said that," I told her. "But why did you go out with them on Friday nights? Those were our Friday nights! The night that we always made love!" It was Alicia's idea," Sally said."Alicia? You. And as they held her she gaped at the sea of faces in front of her, people covering the whole square, leering faces, stern faces, laughing faces, handsome faces, ugly faces , mostly male, a few females, all looking at her with undisguised lust and brute desire.And then her owner, the slave trader, the dark saturnine man who had thoroughly and clinically felt every part of her, ascertained her virginity, fondled and molested her with all the emotion of a fishmonger with his wares, leaving her. He started talking to her while walking back to me. He motioned for me to get back onto his dick and he started pushing it back down my throat while carrying on the conversation with his wife. He looked down and gave me a look to tell me I was doing a good job as they wrapped up their call. It was at this point I started getting nervous about him cumming. I wasn't sure if I was prepared to have him cum in my mouth and how I would handle it. I didn't get to find out as he stopped feeding me his.