the I Phelta Thi Sorority - Part 2 - Sex Stories

the I Phelta Thi Sorority - Part 2

... sped up into a pleasant circular rhythm. Her nipples stood out on her tiny breasts. I kissed her mouth again. Her mass of curly hair bobbed gently with the rhythmic motion. The blend of her aroma with mine was overpowering.

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “So wonderful!”

“Oh sweet Sarah,” I said. “I love you so much!”

“Oh V!” She cried with abandon. Then: “Is that really your name?”

“Good enough,” I said. “Just not ‘late for dinner.’”

“What?”

I laughed. “It’s an old guy joke. Never mind. Like, ‘call me late for dinner.’”

She moaned at a particularly well-executed stroke. Or was she groaning at the terrible humor? “That’s funny, I guess.”

“It’s OK. You don’t have to laugh.”

“So which girl do you want to try first?” she said as I shoved my hard cock into her vagina. “Do those girls, you know, turn you on or whatever?”

The question made me give an involuntary moan of pleasure. “Whatever,” I said. “I mean, sure, of course they do.”

She laughed. “That’s right. You’re a guy.”

“I believe you have a good grasp of the evidence. As they say, if you want the truth, seek within.”

She gave a grunt of pleasure. “OK, wise ass. So which one? Who should we start with?”

I glanced at the wall next door. “Kelly,” I said. My mind had already veered in that directon. “How about you?”

“Natalya,” she said.

“Which one is she?” I moaned as her pelvic motion combined with the thought of Kelly spiked my arousal.

“You know that girl with the elephant dress? Who ...

... looks kind of like AOC?”

Now I was thinking about both of them at once, along with Sarah. “Yes? The Indian girl?”

“One time I looked up AOC’s lipstick color online. It’s called ‘Beso.’”

“Go on. Unnh!”

“Oh! Well. . . Aaah! I went out and bought some. I used to wear it sometimes. So I was thinking. . .”

“Mmm. Yes?”

“Oh my God. I was thinking we could ask her to put it on. . .”

“And rôle-play? Pretend she’s AOC?”

“Oh yes!” I felt her cumming around me. Warm goo dribbled down there somewhere.

She was whispering now, barely able to speak. “I could sit on her face — ah! — and you could cum inside me from behind like you did with Desiree. . . Uh! Uh! Uh!” she came again. “And splatter your stuff all over her face!”

That pushed me over the edge. I gave a long, deep thrust, emptying the entire contents of my prostate into Sarah’s sweet pussy.

Then I shoved again, with a little more, while she twitched around me, vocalizing loudly.

After a few more of those, we collapsed into joyful relaxation. She still had her round glasses on.

As we lay together breathing heavily, a voice called out quietly from behind. “That was quite impressive!”

It was Desiree, who had entered unheard, closing the door again.

I started. “Her clothes are in here,” I remembered out loud.

Sarah laughed.

“Just a —”

I turned around to look.

Desiree was still naked, of course, leaning back against the wall legs spread, working her pussy with one of the dildos that ...