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Cynthia knocks on the door, and a few seconds later it opens to reveal her friend Abigail. She’s naked except for a loose cardigan, and clearly out of breath, but she smiles and welcomes the new arrival, eagerly waving her into the house.
“Cynthia! You made it! Come in, come in.”
“Hi! Sorry I’m kinda late,” Cynthia says. She presents the box she’s holding. “I brought some cookies.”
“Aw, thanks! Don’t worry, you haven’t missed too much.” Abigail leads the way to the lounge with a spring in her step. “The others are through here.”
“Looks like you’re having fun,” Cynthia laughs. She can see fresh come dripping down Abigail’s thighs as she walks.
“Haha, yeah. I just got done riding this new frat toy. Craig. He’s really fun! You should try him.”
They enter the lounge, where the party is in full swing. The air is warm and full of conversation, smelling of sweat and booze. The usual crowd of girls are all here – some fully dressed, while others are bottomless or completely nude. A few are sitting around a low table, surrounded by snacks, with Liv halfway through dealing out a deck of cards. Others are scattered around the room, chatting and holding drinks.
And of course there’s the entertainment. Tied to the rail on the back wall are two nude, sweaty volunteers from the nearby fraternity, each being enjoyed by one of the guests. Cynthia recognizes the guy on the right, Jamie – they have some classes together. The other one must be Craig. He’s good-looking: tall, toned, and sporting a lovely thick bush.
A few people greet Cynthia as she enters. Liv pauses dealing the cards. “Cynthia! You’re here!” She looks at the box in her hands. “OMG, and you brought cookies.”
“Cookies? Gimme,” Hannah demands, twisting around and doing grabby hands toward the box.
“Right away, Ma’am.” Cynthia takes the lid off the cookies and places them on the poker table. Hannah quickly snatches one.
“Hi babe,” says Liv, gesturing with the cards. “You want me to deal you in?”
Cynthia smiles, relieved she hasn’t missed all the fun. “For the next round, maybe? I wanna blow off some steam with the boys first. If you haven’t already worn them out.”
“Nah, don’t worry about that,” calls a voice from the corner. It’s Deborah, who’s sitting on a stool next to Jamie and stroking his cock. “Liv’s new stamina potion is working great. These studs are going to last us all night.”
Cynthia walks past the table to take a closer look at the fraternity’s offerings, which are beautifully presented as always. Their arms are tied securely above their heads, showing off their handsome torsos which glisten with sweat under the festive party lights. They breathe heavily, their faces contorted with pleasure, bodies flexing and twitching as the ladies play with them. Both men have a tap-out button placed near their feet, but Cynthia doubts those will be needed.
She’s already getting wet just looking at them, and luckily they’re both hard and ready. Deborah is stroking Jamie aggressively, apparently unbothered by the precome dripping onto the sleeve of her baggy hoodie. Meanwhile Craig is being taken care of by Ann, who sits on the floor at his feet, one hand cradling a glass of wine while the other teases his cock. Cynthia hopes she can take a turn soon; she’s been looking forward to this all day, and she doesn’t know how much longer she can wait.
Jamie breaks her train of thought with a high-pitched moan. His sweaty chest starts rising and falling rapidly, and his hips buck into Deborah’s hand.
“Oh yeah, I think he’s getting close,” she smirks, speeding up her strokes. “You gonna come for me, sweetie?”
He nods frantically, then moans loud and slams his shoulders against the wall, thrusting his cock forward. His powerful arms strain against the ropes, biceps bulging handsomely as he shoots several heavy ropes of come out onto the carpet.
“Attaboy,” Deborah grins, continuing to stroke him steadily as he squirms and cries out from overstimulation. “That’s five without stopping!”
Cynthia looks down at the thick load glistening on the carpet. “There’s no way he shot that much on his fifth orgasm.”
“It’s crazy, right?” says a new voice. Cynthia turns around; it’s another friend of Abigail, lounging naked on a beanbag chair, half-dry come splattered across her tits. “Liv’s turned these guys into jizz factories. It’s been like an hour and they’re still pumping it out.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah,” says Deborah. “And look at this. They don’t even get soft between rounds.” She nods to her hand, which hasn’t stopped jerking Jamie’s cock since he came. “You ready for number six, handsome?”
“That has to hurt, right?” Cynthia asks as Jamie wriggles desperately.
Ann speaks from her position on the floor. “Probably,” she shrugs. “But they’re being very brave, aren’t you boys?”
Jamie makes a sound like a wounded animal. Craig whimpers and pumps his hips.
“Oh yeah. Abigail also put a spell on them so they can’t talk,” Ann explains. “They can do noises, but no words. Just so they don’t butt in on the conversation.”
“Holy shit,” Cynthia says gleefully. Sexy fraternity toys are a staple of Abigail and Liv’s parties, but they’ve outdone themselves this time.
“Anyway, do you want a turn with the newbie?” Ann asks. “I’m just keeping him hard here.” She runs a finger along the underside of Craig’s cock, and he gives a cute little yelp.
“Yes please,” Cynthia grins. She quickly strips off her jeans and panties and presses her body against Craig’s, running her hands over his chest. She takes a deep breath, flooding her lungs with his intoxicating musk.
“Mmmm. You smell delicious, new guy,” she murmurs in his ear. “My name’s Cynthia. You wanna come inside me?”
He nods, staring at her with big puppy eyes. She giggles and turns around, bending over ready to take him; there’s already a stool conveniently placed for her to lean on.
To her left, she hears Jamie moan in a way that almost sounds like he’s crying. The wall vibrates as his body slams against it. Deborah cheers. “That’s six! Good work, sweetie. Let’s see if we can get you to ten.”
“Oh, can you get him to give me a facial with the next one?” Abigail calls.
“Uh... raise,” says a voice at the poker table. “Mm, these cookies are good.”
“I’ll bring the boys some more water in a minute,” says someone else.
“We’re allowed to take selfies with them, right?” another girl asks.
Cynthia lines herself up and slides onto Craig’s cock, gasping with pleasure as he fills her pussy. It’s going to be a great night.