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

Class of 82 ~ The Little Sister Halloween Party

... cock. Now that my feet and hands were against the floor, Alyssa continued to squeeze my cock which of course made it remain very hard. I felt exposed, very exposed. I also felt every eye in the room on me, watching Alyssa’s hand stroke my hard cock, which despite all the gymnastics, was still straining against the navy boxers. However, this time when Alyssa began to slowly stroke my cock in my boxers, I could see the head of my cock slide through the slit in the front of my boxers. Alyssa’s eyes got even bigger at the sight and hazed over. She did not continue with the short strokes she had been doing previously, but continued to push down now forcing the material of my boxers down. My cock slowly appeared, hard and thick, through the front slit of my boxers. With a lick of her lips, Alyssa leaned forward just enough that the tip of my cock rubbed her breast again through her blouse. She began to rub my cock head in circles against her breast. The euphoric sensations of Alyssa handling my cock and feeling the tip of my cock against her breast began to conflict with the knowledge that in my current position the 15 pairs of eyes behind me now had a clear path of sight to my manhood being exposed and stimulated by Alyssa. Feeling exposed was now a colossal understatement. Panic once again took hold of me and I realized that my only way out of this predicament was to swing my feet up and over to do a backward summersault off Alyssa. I figured once I got off Alyssa’s lap, I could ...

... sprint up the stairs to the bedroom and the safety of my own clothes. The backward summersault would be awkward, clumsy, and overly embarrassing, but drastic times called for drastic measures. Just as I was about to swing my feet up and over into the backward summersault, I saw a familiar hand reach down and grab Alyssa’s wrist and yank her hand away from my cock. It was Katie’s hand. As she yanked Alyssa’s hand away, Katie’s other hand covered me with the terry cloth robe. “Okay, sisters. The show’s over. I think my fill-in stripper got in over his head there,” Katie simply stated. With that I slipped off Alyssa’s lap and while holding the terry cloth robe against my cock, headed up the stairs back to the bedroom. Immediate applause, giggles, and laughs erupted from the drunken sorority sisters. As I stumbled into the bedroom, I wondered how I even got into this situation. I was concerned about what Katie was thinking, and in my head I was trying to come up with words of explanation to say to her. The door to the bedroom swung open and I turned to see Katie entering. With her back to me, she slowly closed the door, making sure it was shut. Her lips were pursed and she had a steely, far off look in her eyes. She looked down and pulled the terry cloth robe from my hands and threw it to the floor. My cock was still very hard, and still exposed through the opening in the front my boxers. Katie looked into my eyes not saying a word. She then looked down at my cock, reached for it ...