I yelled to hold on and got us underthe sheets. Kris and Colt came in the room to see us curled up together."I'm going let you two have the room tonig...t. Colt's roomie is gone," Krissaid. He grabbed his flat pillow. My eyes grew big feeling Corey's cocksliding inside me."Kris, I swear they are fucking," Colt said."Who cares if they are," Kris said."We're not," I said and felt Corey's cock go deeper."You're right, Kris. Ya'll have fun," Colt said."You too," I said. The two headed out. I turned. I remember looking at the clock that read ‘5:25’ when I took my first shot of buttery nipple, and I remember taking the blow job shot a couple of times before we headed off into the night. We made it to the club around 10 for their happy hour. I walked in without any issues nor fear as I would with my fake ID, and we went to a high top bar table with a couple of friends. We danced like no one was watching and drank like there was no tomorrow. This guy approached my friend, nodded towards me and. A voluptuous, tall blonde was standing in the half-open doorway dressed in an almost transparent pink baby-doll nightie, an equally thin bright red wrap that barely extended past her hips and didn't close in the front at all, pink stockings that matched her nightie and strap-on heels with bright pink plastic (or maybe leather) straps that wrapped around and halfway up her legs to her knees. This outrageous costume was finished off with a pink boa wrapped around the girl's neck, which was the. Then, without waiting for her reply, I lowered my pants and underwear down, ‘There he is slut, now show him your appreciation.’ Her eyes went wide as all ten semi erect inches came into view, and both of her petite hands reached out to take hold of it, heft it, as if incredulous of its magnitude. ‘I’ve never….It’s so….’ she stumbled over her words, never quite finishing a sentence, but her meaning coming through nonetheless as she brought the uncut head to her lips, and pulling back on my.