reminded herself, Mary Alice seemed to be an expert on the available pricks. She'd have to trust her roommate to get her a good length of meat.
The couple who were waiting for them in the car drove into the older section of Manchester. They parked, then led the girls to the entrance of a small basement apartment. They stepped into a darkened room, which was lit by several scented candles.
Maggie shivered. She tried to identify some of the couples who were petting on the couches and on large pillows scattered around the floor. A chubby, buxom blonde came over to her and greeted her.
'Hi!' the blonde called out in a shrill voice. 'They said we had some new members of the club for tonight. Glad you can join us. There's wine on the table. The bed's in use right now, but feel free to use it if anyone strikes your fancy.'
Maggie looked about again. So this what what went on under the pious noses of Hillcrest College! Booze and sex – it was all here.
She glanced at the bed. There was no question what was going on beneath the sheet. The sound of a male gasp, the soft moan of a girl's voice, left little to the imagination.
'Hot damn! Look what I found!'
Maggie felt a huge hand reach around her waist and grab her tit. She looked up at Mule Traynor's leering face. The big athlete pressed his hand over her tit, sending shivering spasms through her body.
Maggie leaned against him. She had been afraid of being stuck at a party with some of the immature kids around campus. Mule was hardly immature. She leaned against his massive chest and let him play with her tit for another minute.
'You want some wine first?' he asked.
He was immense, Maggie realized. She felt like a midget beside his hulking figure. His gentleness was reassuring though.
'Wine,' she answered, looking up at him and wanting for him to kiss her.
Mule kissed her lips softly. Maggie shivered, though, at the force with which he suddenly sucked her breath from her. He held her firmly, his hand still on her tit. Then he smiled at her. He led her to a spare pillow on the floor.
'This is mine!' he announced to the others. 'Anybody lay a hand on this pussy before me, I'll tear him into shreds.'
Then Mule smiled at Maggie again and walked over to pour glasses of wine for the two of them.
Maggie's eyes became accustomed to the dim, flickering lights. She began to recognize more of the faces in the room.
Mary Alice winked at Maggie. She was nestled in the arms of the young kid who had been seated next to her at dinner.
Williams, Maggie finally remembered, Wade Williams was the boy's name. Wade was Winston Williams' son. Winston Williams was the Academic Dean at Hillcrest.
God! Wouldn't heads tumble if certain people found out about this party. Maggie tried to remember how the blonde hostess had phrased it. Something about this being a club. Hell, the year up here might not be so bad after all. If Loren wanted to fuck around, she could go him one better.
Mule came back. He handed her a glass of wine and sat down behind her. He got another hold on her tit and played with it as she felt the swelling heat of his cock against her ass.
'Damn, what a sweet-feeling piece of tail I have tonight,' he murmured. 'I never got my hands on such softness in my life. So much tit, but still so soft. Damn!'
She smiled and raised the glass to her lips. She realized that this was the first wine she had tasted since she married Loren. The church didn't approve of drinking. Shit! The church didn't approve of preachers fucking around either, yet he was fucking Susan every weekend.
The sheet hanging in front of the bed parted and a smiling couple climbed out. The girl tossed a bundle of clothing into the corner of the room. She had the boy's shirt on.
Maggie realized that several of the girls were dressed that way. It must be some sort of ritual. The girls who wore men's shirts sat with boys who were shirtless.
Mule anticipated her curiosity. 'That's the way we tell who's already had their fuck,' he whispered. 'Then we don't let them go to use the bed again until everyone has had a chance. With one bed, we have to see that everyone gets the same chance.'
Maggie had expected him to take her to bed immediately. Instead, he remained sitting behind her, teasing her tit, while Wade Williams took Mary Alice beneath the sheets.
Maggie sighed contentedly as Mule began to work her tits into a feverish anticipation. His other hand rubbed along her thigh, then drew her skirt up enough to work its way against her pussy.
Maggie shuddered as his finger pressed the thin nylon crotch of her panties into her pussy. His finger worked her clit into spasms of ecstasy.
'Mmmmmm,' Maggie sighed as she leaned against his chest and relaxed.
His cock throbbed hotly against the thin material of her dress, heating her ass.
'Ohhhhh,' she sighed. 'You're such a sweet guy. You're so gentle. You make me feel so safe in your arms. Ohhhhh.'
Maggie was thrilled by the throbs of his cock. How large would it be? His prick would probably be twice the size of Loren's. Hell, Mule was twice as large as the whole damn world! Would his pecker be twice as large, too?
The thought of his cock was exciting and frightening at the same time. It would be a hell of a fuck. It would be, if she could take that much meat without splitting. Her pussy glowed as she thought about it. Her pussy glowed as well from the increasing pressure of his finger.
'Enough feeling through your panties,' he gasped. 'I want to feel the real thing. I want to stick my finger up your pussy and get it warmed up. Old Wade never takes too long for a fuck. We'll be in that bed pretty damn soon. I better get to work so I'm sure to have you lathered up enough.'
'Mmmmmm,' Maggie groaned. He pulled her panties down enough. His finger slipped between the lips of her cunt.
'Ohhhhh,' she sighed as he put his fingertip on her clit and rotated the nerve in small circles. 'Ohhhhhh, my God! Ohhhhh, Mule, you've got me hot as hell.'
'We'll both be panting a lot more,' he assured her. 'When I get you spread out in that bed.'
He kissed her shoulders and neck. He kissed upwards, then he covered her lips once more. Mule rolled her tits across her chest while he slipped his finger deeper into her cunt and pumped slowly along the damp passageway.
'Uhhhhh!' he panted, his breath coming in excited gasps. 'Uhhhhh, what a delicious woman! What a fantastic body!'
His caresses sent thrilling shimmers of desire through her body. Her tits smoldered in anticipation. Her thighs felt tingles of sharp agony ripple. Her pussy glowed and throbbed in eager hope that the bed would soon be available.
Maggie turned toward him and kissed him back. Her tongue shot into his mouth, teasing his tongue. She felt the quick shudder of his cock as she began bringing him to an equal height of passion.
'Mmmmmm,' she sighed as she lay in his arms. 'Mmmmmm, you sure know how to work a girl up.'
He grinned sheepishly into her misty blue eyes.
He had never dreamed of fucking a girl like this. Most girls were a little frightened of him. They were afraid he wouldn't be gentle enough. They were afraid he had too much prick.
He usually ended up fucking the large, often fat, women. Tonight, though, he had the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen. He was going to fuck Maggie MacDonald. What's more, she wanted him to fuck her. She wasn't afraid of him. Shit! She was as horny as he.
Mule shook in anticipation as he looked down at her beautiful face, at her magnificent tits, at the luscious thighs he had exposed by pulling her dress up to finger-fuck her.
'Oooooh, damn!' he gasped. 'Damn, if you aren't the most delicious sight I ever saw!'
They listened for the sounds of the couple in the bed. If she doesn't get him cracking, Maggie thought, I'll scream. We need that bed. We need it right now! If Mary Alice is dawdling around under there I'll scratch her eyes
