Looking at herself in the mirror Amy knew Steve would have trouble keeping his hands to himself until the party had finished and grinned wickedly to herself, putting on the maid’s outfit Amy realised how hot she looked and how much of a slut she felt, she could feel her pussy getting hot and damp already and the party hadn’t started! When Steve picked her up she could see how surprised he was to see her in something so revealing, her pussy gave a little pulse of pleasure. All through the drive to the frat house Steve was silent, even when they got inside he didn’t say a word until he’d got them their drinks. Amy could see some of his friends whispering and looking her up and down, when Steve came back she could see he was furious, ‘what made you dress like that?’ he demanded. Amy’s reply seemed to make him madder, ‘you said the girl had to dress in something sexy, this was the only one that was left that I liked’ with that Steve got worse, several times Amy begged him not to drink so much but Steve seemed to be determined to get completely drunk, finally he marched over to Amy and in a slurred voice told he that he was dumping her, if she wanted to dress like a slut it wasn’t going to be with him. Breaking down Amy ran from the room into the Hardcore kitchen, a number of the girls cumshot tried to comfort her but she couldn’t seem to stop crying. A female friend of Steve’s sat and talked with her, all the time filling her glass when it got slut low, Amy knew she should stop drinking but didn’t care if she passed out. She was surprised when the head of the house announced that the party was finishing, when she went looking for Steve she found him passed out on the sofa in one of the rooms. Not knowing what to do Amy asked one of the other boys if there was anyone who could give orgasm her a lift home. She was told there was a mini bus to take people home who didn’t have a lift and when she got there found that most of the others were couples, the boys were taking the girls home then coming back to the frat to clear up. Slipping into a back seat Amy tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible as the bus pulled out someone started handing a flask round without thinking Amy took a gulp and nearly choked this was a lot stronger than anything she’d drunk before! All through the trip the flask kept coming round and Amy kept drinking, thinking muzzily that she could sleep it off over the weekend. Eventually Amy was the last girl on the bus and as it pulled into her secluded drive she tried to stand but fell back onto the seat. When the bus stopped she managed to rise and stagger down the aisle with the boys more than willing to help her, she felt hands going where they didn’t need to and giggled. The boy at the front stood and helping Amy down the steps said ‘shall we help you into your house?’ smiling stupidly Amy replied ‘she’d love it’ and felt more hands guiding her to the blowjob front door, as she leant down to get the spare key from behind the plant pot rough Amy felt someone’s hand slip between her thigh, jumping forward she almost knocked herself out on the door, ‘not yet’ she heard herself say and giggled again. A few minutes later, the wax had cooled and hardened. It has all been a blast but by then I just needed to fuck this little tramp before she was used up. This led to one of the most memorable episodes. I slid to the front edge of the couch and rocked. sure now whether she really wanted a dirty ruffian on top of her. I slut finished getting ready and she was about to leave. All the orgasm while, jacking off his three-inch pecker a she scrutinized our fucking like he studied for a test. Both nipples had crinkled into erection and Emma was all of a sudden ready for anything this man was going to suggest. Kate reluctantly admitted. but it was a rush to say the least. He wore military fatigues and sunglasses. My stomach twisted. Melissa jumped when her phone rough rang; she looked at it not recognizing the number. My Hardcore mind was a void, in a blank zone as I walked softly from my room to the hall. "Ohh . . . His reputation referred mainly to his keeping a steady number of holiday-makers happy, the female blowjob kind of course. Her pink pussy lips peeked through the dark strands. That left just me and my Uncle Mike. “Okay hon, let me get my pants cumshot back on, and we will head in,” he said. Tears stream down her face, then they are wiped aside by fat dick in her face. Slap. She fucked me with passion. Amy was hot and I had no problem with casually hooking up, but the tradeoff was having to keep it secret and knowing that she didn’t want to be seen with me. “Cum like the little pregnant slut you are, Cass.”