Cherri sat up and moved her legs off of the sofa, standing in front Hardcore of me. She looked down at the mess we'd made around my cock. In one last naughty action, Cherri held her long hair to one side as she bent down and licked our cum from my cock and the surrounding area. After it was all gone, she swallowed and flashed me a devilish smile. "It's almost morning, you might as well sleep here with me for a indian bit until you go back to your hotel" Cherri suggested, hopefully "It is morning" As I motioned towards the digital clock that read 7:14am "But I’ll still take you up on the offer. She took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. As I laid in the bed, thinking about how I'd just fucked the hottest, sexiest woman I'd ever met, I knew that this would be one stag party that I would never ever forget. WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over amateur the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. All characters involved in sexual activity in this story are over the age of 18. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2019 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. When six college girls room together, certain personality types become apparent. There is always the alpha female– or at least one girl who thinks she needs to be in charge of the rest. Dianne is the one whose name is primary on the lease. Everyone else is a flatmate. In addition, she has everyone’s classes and activities on her calendar. And she keeps adding group activities for all six of us... or at least for the five of them. She is assisted in planning everyone’s life by Shelly, the activities director. Shelly knows everything that is going on in town or on campus and knows what each of us... or all of us... would really like. There isn’t a club in a hundred miles that she doesn’t have complete information on. There is the ever-faithful follower... in this case, twin followers, Mary and Marcy. The twins are like a double shadow webcam wherever Dianne goes on campus. It is like they draw power from her, and she draws power from them. Or at least she seems to have power over them. Every group needs a class clown. Margarita– Margi– gets every class giggling at least once each day. She sees the funny side of everything that we do. And she isn’t satisfied teen unless one of us pees our panties at least once a week from laughing too hard. And finally there is the dweeb... the little sister that tags along even when everyone keeps telling her to go home... the desperately shy girl who gets kicked around like a dog and keeps coming back for more. “Just a minute”, she murmured and he nodded. I see their game. She stroked the girl's legs as she leaned her head down. “Salome...” Don't let go," he instructed. He teen had these marks on all his body and his penis too! Again as Sam was about the turn the leader spoke. With my attention apparently distracted, the girl dared to ease her way further into the booth, daintily picking up a few fries and sampling her free meal. She could see it journey though the Hardcore channel, pushed along by gravity webcam and guided by the gently curving foam, before it dipped underneath Tom’s body and disappeared from view. His cock slid into her like it had found a permanent home, she took all nine inches and sighed. Jan assumed that the panties had belonged to a young girl, and she knew that John was extremely fond of his then-9-year-old granddaughter, Trish. As the door to the bathroom creaks shut, I slide out of bed and go to get a indian look. That caused the youths to stop for a second but when she didn’t ‘wake up’, they continued. What are you . . . “The futa-slut's cumming on my dick!” panted Yen as my asshole spasmed around her thrusting girl-dick. Stars burst amateur across my eyes as I hurtled towards this amazing peak. "I don't know Monica, maybe we'll just let you lay Sure enough, he had just bought a new ski boat and it was tied up in a slip.