'Bukkake Party' {Wendi} ( real con cd anal MM ) [1!1]
The main purpose of my sojourn was to visit my sister and her family down in San Antonio. I suppose that I could have flown, but I decided to drive, so as to be able to stop off and do a little 'research.'
I surmised that the colleges and universities on the way there and back would be the best places to conduct my 'studies.' I was quite right and most thoroughly and pleasantly surprised. I was thrilled to find out that it seemed like more than 50% of those in their late teens and early twenties freely experimented with all kinds of sex and either swung with the same or both sexes. It was truly to my liking.
Pulling into a university town early that November Saturday afternoon, I found a small out-of-the-way motel and got a room. I took a shower, primped and prettied myself, donned a tight semi-opaque lime-green print blouse, a short black leather skirt, black nylon thigh high stockings, and three-inch heels. I threw on a cute white nylon windbreaker, and drove over to what looked to be a college bar.
I wasn't wrong, and as I swung myself up on a barstool, I was approached by a couple of collegiate-looking hunks. I ordered a Miller Lite.
"That's on me, Pete," said this gorgeous blond, talking both to me and the bartender.
"Thank you," I said, somewhat demurely.
"My name's Brad," said this lovely lad. "I don't think I've seen you in here, before."
"You've probably used that line on a dozen girls, before, Brad," I said coyly, "but no, you haven't. I'm just driving through and thought that I see where the action was."
"So you're looking for some action, huh?" said the other guy. "By the way, my name's Allen. I'm Brad's roommate. What's yours?"
"I'm Wendi," I replied, smiling at the two.
"Just what kind of action are you looking for?" asked Allen.
"Oh, just about anything," I said.
"You're not hooking or anything, are you?" asked Brad, "because we're pretty close to broke right now."
"Hell, no!" I responded. "I'm just looking for a good time for tonight."
With that, they both sidled up next to me at the bar, and Brad immediately put his arm under my jacket and around my waist. Allen ordered me another beer at put his hand on my thigh.
"You're a pretty hot-looking babe, Wendi," he said.
"Well, thank you," I cooed. "You're pretty hot, yourself."
Allen slowly slid his hand farther up my thigh until it was under my skirt. I felt his fingers move to my bare flesh above my stockings, and then to the hem of my satin panties. Brad, meanwhile, was squeezing and massaging my braless breast through the thin material of my blouse. It was fairly dark in the place, so no one else noticed what was going on.
"Omigod!" exclaimed Allen, quietly, as his hand meandered closer to my crotch and felt my rock-hard tool. "Brad, put your hand under her skirt and see what she's got between her legs!"
Brad slid his hand under my skirt and up my other leg, and got the same surprise as he felt my cock.
"Damn!" said Brad. "We've got ourselves a trannie! A fucking trannie! Awesome!"
"God, Wendi," said Allen, "we're having a party over at our Frat house, tonight. You gotta come! You'll get a lot of action, baby!"
"Oh, wow!" I said. "That sounds great. Just tell me where and when."
They bought me another couple of beers while I answered some of their questions about me. I told them where I was staying, and they told me how to get to the party. I excused myself and went back to the motel.
After having a bite to eat for dinner at a small diner down the street from the motel, I drove over to an off-campus area, following Brad and Allen's instructions, and arrived promptly at 7:30 PM.
I was soon to find out that I was to be the centerpiece at a Bukkake Party. I knew what Bukkake was. It usually entailed having a young naked or semi-naked female kneeling in the center of a room. A dozen or more usually-naked men (the more, the merrier) would stand around her, beating their cocks until they showered her with cum; in her face and hair, and over her breasts and down her back. She also might perform fellatio while being drenched. Well, I guess being sort of half 'girl' was just to their liking.
Both Brad and Allen met me at the door, and I was immediately ushered downstairs into their "playroom." There were at least two or three dozen collegiates of both sexes down there already making out; boys with girls, girls with girls, and boys with boys.
"People," said Brad, "we got a big surprise for you tonight. A fucking bonafide he-she!"
They had me remove my clothes and led me to a large black velvet cushion on the floor in the middle of the room, and had me kneel down on it. I could see that they had these parties quite regularly before, for they had pre-positioned spotlights which they turned on.
My tanned body glistened in the lights from the Patchouli oil that I had liberally applied before arriving. The nipples on my small breasts were standing out rock-hard, as was my clitty, in eager anticipation. All eyes were on me, and several guys had already completely disrobed, and were standing around me jacking their rods to life.
The super-hung guy, who was right in front of me stiffened and emptied his big nuts in my face. I had cum in my eyes and running down my cheeks. Then I felt warm juices hitting my back and chest and hair. Everyone was now almost totally unclothe and either participating in my debauchery or engaging in solo or mutual sex acts themselves. Through cum-drenched eyes, I could make out girls eating girls, and other girls and guys sucking and fucking each other, while all the time keeping their eyes on me, the piece de resistance.
I can't remember when I started sucking their dicks, but through the night they were too numerous to count.
"Bring 'em on!" I said.
At some time into the activities, I fell down to my elbows with my 'pussy' pointed to the ceiling, and was immediately impaled by a huge cock. One after another they now took turns massaging my hole as I kept swallowing load after load of cum. I worked my ass like there was no tomorrow, and got sprayed with 'gallons' of man-juice. I don't remember how many times I squirted my own clitty juice, adding to the slippery mess.
It was in the wee hours of morning before they all ran out of steam and I was allowed to collapse on the now white, slimy, and sticky velvet cushion. I don't know how long I slept the 'sleep of the dead,' but when I awoke, I was still in the spotlight on the floor, and cum was partially dried and caked all over my body and in my hair, and was oozing from my 'cunny.' There were naked 'dead' bodies passed out all over the place.
I just picked up what clothes of mine that I could find, and stumbled barefoot and naked up to the first floor, out the front door, and into my car. I don't know what time it was, but the birds were chirping and the first rosiness of dawn was evident on the eastern horizon. I tossed my clothes on the driver's seat so that my dripping 'pussy' wouldn't soil it, and drove to the motel.
I raced naked from the car into my room, not caring if I was seen or not. Luckily, it was 'or not!' I ran into the bathroom and sat on the commode to rid myself of as much jism as I could. I then jumped into the shower and stood in it for a very long time trying to get all the dried cum off my body, and out of my long tresses. I got out, dried myself, inserted a tampon into my twat just in case, put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door, jumped into bed, and slept for twenty-four hours.
All in all, I had a really great time, as I'm sure all the Frat brothers did. I wonder. Maybe I should plan to go down there again.
Feel free to e-mail me: Wendi at sweetwendi2002@yahoo.com