"Now I'm gonna do you a solid and give you some tips that I never got andhad to learn the hard way," he said."Number one- whatever you do to this body...stays with this body," he said,pointing at his still pierced ears and waving a now incredibly unfittinghalf manicured hand."So don't let your so called 'girlfriends' get you drunk and talk youinto something stupid," he said as he turned around and pointed to thesmall of his back, where he still sported a tribal pattern 'tramp stamp'with the word. Howling wind shakes the trees and deafening thunder rattles the windows of the sorority house. It’s almost two miles outside of town, up in the forested hills. The rain is so heavy that the road is completely washed out. The storm is like a typhoon, pounding on everything in the dark.The windows glow yellow. Tonight, the house is full. More than full. Inside are all ten officers of the Chicks Cum Loud sorority as well as ten freshmen girls who have pledged to the sisterhood.A beer delivery. “Fun!?” She almost spit the word out, “I woke up this morning with my legs lying in a puddle of puke, Betsy threw up on me then passed out. I was so disgusted I pushed her off the bed, she hit the floor so hard I think she dented the boards.”Betsy was her younger sister, she was 17 and generally a pain in the ass drama queen. At first I didn’t understand what I heard but as I looked at the revulsion on Kendra’s face it sank in, if she was sleeping with Betsy, she wasn’t in bed with me.Just then. Marla gave out a gasp as her pussy muscles gripped the sides of his cock like a vise as they fucked and passionately kissed, their tongues probing each other's mouths.They fucked right there in the bathroom for a least twenty minutes, Marla would cum at least twice if not more during the entire time.Marcelo felt her pussy quake and contract and flood his cock with her orgasms, gasping for air each time she came.He was driving his rod into her at a steady, hard pace, their respective moans.