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New Year’s Eve is the best. For one magical night, even the most straight-laced babe feels socially obligated to get blindingly drunk and act like a total whore. Pretty daddy’s girls with blond hair and tight asses swill cheap champagne and toss back shots of peach schnapps until they’re flashing their big, firm tits at any chump who wanders by. The kind of bitch who wouldn’t bother taking a dump on your forehead when she’s sober is suddenly more than happy to show you her young, bald pussy, and even let you stick your dick in the pink prize. If she’s extra loose, the soused trollop will invite a whole heap of guys to plow her flawless, sorority-girl gulch.
The boys and I banged just that type of sloshed college chick last New Year’s. Her name was Angie. Four buddies and myself penis-pummeled that slut with the strength and vigor of 50 men. The little sweetheart must have had quite a story to tell back at the Kappa Gamma house - assuming she was able to hobble back there after we were done with her.
We were partying hard at Sparky McGilligan’s, a rad sports bar that was throwing a balls-out New Year’s bash. The place was thick with hotties, and the heavy floral scent of perfume overwhelmed the odor of man-pits. The chicks wore tube tops and tight pants. They giggled and danced close together like a bunch of lipstick lesbians. I was fighting to conceal a blatant boner all evening. Thank God Angie was there to relieve the strain. I first saw the honey busting a clumsy, white-girl move to Juvenile’s "Back That Azz Up". The twat lacked rhythm, but her bright, gold tresses and tight, yet jiggly, curves dazzled over my dong. I wanted that slice, and I was going to have it.
I did the necessary prep work to nail Angie’s sweet ass while my crew hung around the peanut bowl, swilling Rolling Rock. I started buying Angie drinks at about ten. She reluctantly accepted my generosity at first, but the ho was all up on my jock by the third round. She tossed back her big hair and giggled, straddling my thigh while sliding up and down in her slippery pants.
"You’re really a great dancer", I lied. Angie laughed and roller her tipsy eyes. What she was actually great at was grinding her plump camel toe against my leg. My crotch puppet buttered impatiently against its zippered confines.
"I would just loooooooooove a banana daiquiri", Angie slurred, her hot-pink fingernails raking my chest. "If I buy you a banana daiquiri", I bargained, "you have to follow me to the men’s room and hold my wiener while I piss."
Angie threw her head back and cackled. Her hand fell into my crotch and cupped my hard-on. "Drain the main vein!", Angie snorted. "I’m totally into holding your dinker, big boy. Fuck, man - I’ll even lick the motherfucker! Y’know, my blowjobs rock way harder than any of the Kappa Gamma girls."
This drunk-ass coed was nasty. I ordered a Sparky Special (32-ounce daiquiri) for Angie. She massaged my crotch, fairly drooling in anticipation of the frosty beverage. "Let’s go", I barked once the drink was in Angie’s wobbly hand. "You don’t mind if a few of my buddies come along to enjoy the show?" "Hell no", Angie shouted, clutching the daiquiri with both hands. "The more the merrier!"
I signaled for my posse to join the party. The six of us wove our way to the bathroom. "Damn, it smells like tinkle in here", Angie observed. Several drunken dudes stood at the urinals, grinning at Angie. I winked at the pissers and whipped out my wanker. Angie squealed and leaped to grab it. It took a few minutes for my piss to stream through my boner, but once I let loose the juice, Angie became so excited, she lost her grip. I soaked her manicured hand with hot bladder broth. The sauced sister giggled and sniffed her wet fingers. "Whoooooooo!", my posse hollered.
"I bet you feel like fucking", I told Angie. The sweetheart of the piss stall gulped her drink and nodded. Her buoyant bonkers struggled to burst out of her red tube top. I hooked my finger in Angie’s cleavage and tugged at the elastic fabric. Two giant ta-tas exploded forth. I wondered if Daddy’s money had purchased that unbelievable set of hooters.
"I need to tee-tee first", Angie panted, peeling her hootchie pants to her ankles and thrusting her hairless cooter toward the urinal. "I can wee just like a guy; check it out". The piss-drunk cutie straddled the urinal and parted her damp, pink pussy lips. A glittering stream of pee arched gracefully through the air and clinked against the porcelain. Angie shook her booty, releasing the last drops of whiz from her dainty urethra. The crowd went wild.
"Great job; I’m impressed", I remarked, planting my palms on her buns. "Now brace yourself." I unleashed my raging cock and lodged it firmly into Angie’s sloppy slice. She gripped the urinal walls and whinnied, her flawless ass shivering under the force of my meat. I pumped rapidly.
"Right on, bro!", hollered an enthusiastic observer. I threw the crowd a thumbs-up and spanked Angie’s heinie. Blushing handprints throbbed in her butt flesh. The slut’s cooter was tight and slippery. Her bazongas wobbled like exquisitely molded Jell-O. The glorious sight wrecked my endurance; a roar like a train jettisoned through my brain as my ramrod vomited scrotum snot into the darkest regions of Angie’s womb. I leaned up against the wall, seeking the strength to remain on my feet. Angie gripped the potty, bucking for more action.
"Who’s big ol’ wang’s next?", inquired the fevered vixen, her acrylic nails tapping impatiently against her swollen clit. "I wanna come like the porno ladies." My buddies formed a line while the handful of evidently gutless onlookers stood mute and frozen. Angie fired up the troops with baiting catcalls. She slapped her ass, goading the next fucker to take her on. Tad hammered Angie’s juicy sliver with the urgency of a condemned man. The eager humper blew his wad in a mere three minutes.
Tad had barely removed his root from Angie’s little darling when Earl stepped up. Earl’s schlong is gigantic; Angie squeaked like a dolphin when the monster prick stuffed her cooch. Earl lifted the giddy, cock-stuffed sot’s feet from the floor and balanced her forehead against the urinal’s upper rim. Her body flailed in midair as her crushed her insides with his penile assault. "Thass making me commmme", Angie groaned, her nails leaving pink marks on the porcelain. "Auggleaugg!"
Arder cheers exploded from the peanut gallery. My tired tool stirred at the music of Angie’s orgasmic wails. Earl dislodged his dong and lowered Angie to the ground. The girl rested on the filthy tile, cross-eyed and dazed, as Earl shot his load onto her baby face.
"Right on!" cried Harvey and Chip, ready to rock. "Let’s wank on her!" They waxed their wangs over Angie, who was now polishing off her banana daiquiri. Chip reached for Angie’s tittie and squeezed. "Honk, honk!", Chip guffawed, a vein throbbing in his forehead as he rubbed his willy. "Dude, I’m already gonna blow!", Harvey laughed. His pelvis jerked forward, and a goopy string of jism hurtled through the hair and into Angie’s hair. "Yeah, man!", Chip whooped, his cock coughing up a mucosal blob that hit Angie’s left breast with a smack. "Right on, brothers!", I cried.
The five of us pounded our chests and knocked out heads together in celebration. Angie remained on the floor, on the verge of nodding off with spunk matting her hair and drying like egg on her flesh. What an awesome fucking night. The crew and I were spent after we were done, so we cruised to Earl’s pad and watched hockey on cable until we passed out. I wonder if any of those other dudes in the bathroom stuck their dicks in Angie after we left. Probably not; those faggots didn’t have the balls.
The boys and I banged just that type of sloshed college chick last New Year’s. Her name was Angie. Four buddies and myself penis-pummeled that slut with the strength and vigor of 50 men. The little sweetheart must have had quite a story to tell back at the Kappa Gamma house - assuming she was able to hobble back there after we were done with her.
We were partying hard at Sparky McGilligan’s, a rad sports bar that was throwing a balls-out New Year’s bash. The place was thick with hotties, and the heavy floral scent of perfume overwhelmed the odor of man-pits. The chicks wore tube tops and tight pants. They giggled and danced close together like a bunch of lipstick lesbians. I was fighting to conceal a blatant boner all evening. Thank God Angie was there to relieve the strain. I first saw the honey busting a clumsy, white-girl move to Juvenile’s "Back That Azz Up". The twat lacked rhythm, but her bright, gold tresses and tight, yet jiggly, curves dazzled over my dong. I wanted that slice, and I was going to have it.
I did the necessary prep work to nail Angie’s sweet ass while my crew hung around the peanut bowl, swilling Rolling Rock. I started buying Angie drinks at about ten. She reluctantly accepted my generosity at first, but the ho was all up on my jock by the third round. She tossed back her big hair and giggled, straddling my thigh while sliding up and down in her slippery pants.
"You’re really a great dancer", I lied. Angie laughed and roller her tipsy eyes. What she was actually great at was grinding her plump camel toe against my leg. My crotch puppet buttered impatiently against its zippered confines.
"I would just loooooooooove a banana daiquiri", Angie slurred, her hot-pink fingernails raking my chest. "If I buy you a banana daiquiri", I bargained, "you have to follow me to the men’s room and hold my wiener while I piss."
Angie threw her head back and cackled. Her hand fell into my crotch and cupped my hard-on. "Drain the main vein!", Angie snorted. "I’m totally into holding your dinker, big boy. Fuck, man - I’ll even lick the motherfucker! Y’know, my blowjobs rock way harder than any of the Kappa Gamma girls."
This drunk-ass coed was nasty. I ordered a Sparky Special (32-ounce daiquiri) for Angie. She massaged my crotch, fairly drooling in anticipation of the frosty beverage. "Let’s go", I barked once the drink was in Angie’s wobbly hand. "You don’t mind if a few of my buddies come along to enjoy the show?" "Hell no", Angie shouted, clutching the daiquiri with both hands. "The more the merrier!"
I signaled for my posse to join the party. The six of us wove our way to the bathroom. "Damn, it smells like tinkle in here", Angie observed. Several drunken dudes stood at the urinals, grinning at Angie. I winked at the pissers and whipped out my wanker. Angie squealed and leaped to grab it. It took a few minutes for my piss to stream through my boner, but once I let loose the juice, Angie became so excited, she lost her grip. I soaked her manicured hand with hot bladder broth. The sauced sister giggled and sniffed her wet fingers. "Whoooooooo!", my posse hollered.
"I bet you feel like fucking", I told Angie. The sweetheart of the piss stall gulped her drink and nodded. Her buoyant bonkers struggled to burst out of her red tube top. I hooked my finger in Angie’s cleavage and tugged at the elastic fabric. Two giant ta-tas exploded forth. I wondered if Daddy’s money had purchased that unbelievable set of hooters.
"I need to tee-tee first", Angie panted, peeling her hootchie pants to her ankles and thrusting her hairless cooter toward the urinal. "I can wee just like a guy; check it out". The piss-drunk cutie straddled the urinal and parted her damp, pink pussy lips. A glittering stream of pee arched gracefully through the air and clinked against the porcelain. Angie shook her booty, releasing the last drops of whiz from her dainty urethra. The crowd went wild.
"Great job; I’m impressed", I remarked, planting my palms on her buns. "Now brace yourself." I unleashed my raging cock and lodged it firmly into Angie’s sloppy slice. She gripped the urinal walls and whinnied, her flawless ass shivering under the force of my meat. I pumped rapidly.
"Right on, bro!", hollered an enthusiastic observer. I threw the crowd a thumbs-up and spanked Angie’s heinie. Blushing handprints throbbed in her butt flesh. The slut’s cooter was tight and slippery. Her bazongas wobbled like exquisitely molded Jell-O. The glorious sight wrecked my endurance; a roar like a train jettisoned through my brain as my ramrod vomited scrotum snot into the darkest regions of Angie’s womb. I leaned up against the wall, seeking the strength to remain on my feet. Angie gripped the potty, bucking for more action.
"Who’s big ol’ wang’s next?", inquired the fevered vixen, her acrylic nails tapping impatiently against her swollen clit. "I wanna come like the porno ladies." My buddies formed a line while the handful of evidently gutless onlookers stood mute and frozen. Angie fired up the troops with baiting catcalls. She slapped her ass, goading the next fucker to take her on. Tad hammered Angie’s juicy sliver with the urgency of a condemned man. The eager humper blew his wad in a mere three minutes.
Tad had barely removed his root from Angie’s little darling when Earl stepped up. Earl’s schlong is gigantic; Angie squeaked like a dolphin when the monster prick stuffed her cooch. Earl lifted the giddy, cock-stuffed sot’s feet from the floor and balanced her forehead against the urinal’s upper rim. Her body flailed in midair as her crushed her insides with his penile assault. "Thass making me commmme", Angie groaned, her nails leaving pink marks on the porcelain. "Auggleaugg!"
Arder cheers exploded from the peanut gallery. My tired tool stirred at the music of Angie’s orgasmic wails. Earl dislodged his dong and lowered Angie to the ground. The girl rested on the filthy tile, cross-eyed and dazed, as Earl shot his load onto her baby face.
"Right on!" cried Harvey and Chip, ready to rock. "Let’s wank on her!" They waxed their wangs over Angie, who was now polishing off her banana daiquiri. Chip reached for Angie’s tittie and squeezed. "Honk, honk!", Chip guffawed, a vein throbbing in his forehead as he rubbed his willy. "Dude, I’m already gonna blow!", Harvey laughed. His pelvis jerked forward, and a goopy string of jism hurtled through the hair and into Angie’s hair. "Yeah, man!", Chip whooped, his cock coughing up a mucosal blob that hit Angie’s left breast with a smack. "Right on, brothers!", I cried.
The five of us pounded our chests and knocked out heads together in celebration. Angie remained on the floor, on the verge of nodding off with spunk matting her hair and drying like egg on her flesh. What an awesome fucking night. The crew and I were spent after we were done, so we cruised to Earl’s pad and watched hockey on cable until we passed out. I wonder if any of those other dudes in the bathroom stuck their dicks in Angie after we left. Probably not; those faggots didn’t have the balls.
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This drunk-ass coed was nasty. I ordered a Sparky Special (32-ounce daiquiri) for Angie. She massaged my crotch, fairly drooling in anticipation of the frosty beverage. "Let’s go", I barked once the drink was in Angie’s wobbly hand. "You don’t mind if a few of my buddies come along to enjoy the show?" "Hell no", Angie shouted, clutching the daiquiri with both hands. "The more the merrier!"
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yes I read the whole thing
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the whole account must be a fake though, it's too terrible to be real
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She did all that while holding a daiquiri?
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