Class of 82 ~ The Little Sister Halloween Party - Sex Stories

Class of 82 ~ The Little Sister Halloween Party

... the hard cock clad in navy blue material would bounce against Alyssa. I saw it hit her shoulders and neck, and then against her blouse covered breasts as I swung around in front of her. The cock was obviously thick and hard. I then watched as Alyssa reached out and grabbed the hard cock in the navy blue boxers. As she began to squeeze, I felt a hand squeeze my own cock. I shook my head trying to free myself from the alcohol cloud, and I realized that was my own cock that I was seeing and that Alyssa was now squeezing. My eyes returned into my own body, and my head cleared just enough for me to realize where I was, and what I was doing. My first thoughts were how good Alyssa’s hand felt squeezing my cock. She was squeezing it hard and moving her hand slowly as much as the fabric of the boxers would allow. My second thoughts were that there were fifteen or more girls watching Alyssa squeeze my cock and that one of that group was Katie, my girlfriend of almost two years. Sexual stimulation, enhanced by alcohol, and coupled with an overwhelming sense of panic can lead one to do some awkward actions. Tonight was a prime example of that. As the panic of knowing fifteen pairs of eyes, including and most especially Katie’s eyes, were now watching Alyssa squeeze my cock, my body tried to escape the situation. My first thought was to hide my cock from the view of fifteen drunken college girls. I swung around Alyssa facing her and now had my back to the crowd of girls. I had ...

... succeeded in blocking their view. They could no longer see my raging hard on in my boxers, or the fact that Alyssa still had a strong hold on it. But in swinging around, I had ended up straddling Alyssa’s legs and my momentum had carried me slightly forward so that the tip of my cock was now pushed into her breast. Again, the sensations felt terrific, and even though I was thoroughly stimulated, I knew I needed to escape this situation quickly or I would most certainly feel the wrath of Katie. Again, sexual stimulation enhanced by alcohol collided with a strong sense of panic. In trying to escape, I pushed my body back, but probably because I had been drinking for three hours, my feet stuck to the floor while my momentum carried me backwards. I felt as if I were a cartoon performer as my arms made big windmill circles twice, then three times before I managed to reach back and put my hands on the floor before completely collapsing in a heap. I ended up still straddling Alyssa, with my butt resting on her knees and my hands on the floor. My physical actions could not have been any more awkward. At the very least, it was totally embarrassing. I have no idea what was going through Alyssa’s mind at the time. She was getting married in two months. She had a man she only knew as a casual friend straddling her lap with a raging hard cock protruding against his boxers. She was most assuredly drunk at this time. But during all this gyrating around and against her body, she never let go of my ...