A New Orleans Sugar Party

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(episode 29)I’m going to tell you a story about college sex and debauchery. These events transpired on a raucous trip to that wonderful decadent party city of New Orleans.The Christmas Holidays of 2007 were almost over, and I was about to start my final semester of college. Truthfully, I could not believe that nearly four years had passed since I first arrived at the University of Georgia. A lot of wild things had transpired, some that I wanted to forget and some that I would fondly remember the rest of my life. However, the most difficult thing I had dealt with was not my studies, though they were hard enough, but having had my heart broken twice by the same girl.It was during the holiday break between semesters, that I finally felt I was finally over Jennifer. My relationship with Mary Beth had now reached the exclusive monogamous level. Truly, I felt that I was best suited for that type of relationship anyhow. I was really beginning to feel that I could put Jennifer behind me and move on with Mary Beth.It was hard to believe that when Mary Beth had first entered my social clique two years before, she and I had totally clashed. The girl I thought was so intolerable that I had been angry with my friends for bringing into our group, had evolved into tolerable, to totally acceptable, to my lover.She was extremely pretty with the sweetest smile and slight dimples that really set off her gorgeous blue eyes. She had long dirty blonde hair, great long sexy legs, a tiny waist, smallish titties, and best of all, one of the most delectable camel toes I had ever seen.Mary Beth very much reminded me of my high school girlfriend, Mandy, but with the sexual appetite and adventurous spirit of Jennifer. Yes, she had me thinking that I was ready to dive deep into a relationship with her. It would seem Mary Beth had challenged Jennifer head on and come out the victor.Meanwhile, Jennifer had chosen to move on with a guy I can only describe as my most hated rival. I wasn’t just suspicious that she chose him for that particular reason, I was absolutely sure of it.He was two years older than me and had been the leader of the arch rival fraternity to mine. Our hatred for each other began early on, when I had knocked him unconscious playing intramural football. It was just football, nothing personal, but he made it personal.His style of revenge was to sneak around and make accusations and complaints against my fraternity to the president of the university. So later when I knocked him unconscious for the second time while playing intramural football, it was no accident, and it was not just football, it was malicious. To any onlookers though, it seemed like ‘just football,’ so his complaints to the student disciplinary council went unheeded, and his attempt to have me banned from intramural sports, unsuccessful.So the intense hatred between Mr. Rich Law Student Asshole and myself had been going on for awhile. That is why Jennifer chose him after she got angry and gave up the fight, allowing Mary Beth to win their battle for me. In retrospect though, had Jennifer continued, she would have probably soon won her victory. She was the one who had ripped my heart out twice, and still she could have taken it back and owned it all over again.Amidst this emotional battle Ataşehir Escort had been a very successful football season for our school’s football team, Georgia Bulldogs, who ranked in the Top 5 teams in the country, were headed for the Sugar Bowl in New Orleans, to play the undefeated University of Hawaii Warriors. Through connections, my gang of close friends were able to acquire game tickets, so we set off for The Big Easy and fun times on Bourbon Street.Three of my fraternity brothers and their girlfriends; Chip and Nikki, Vic and Barbi, Psycho and Arlene, were accompanying Mary Beth and I. We had booked a trip on an Amtrak train from Atlanta to New Orleans. We were so excited about kicking off the New Year in such a grand party fashion and seeing the Dawgs play one more game. In fact, we were in such great spirits that we almost got in trouble on the train and were asked to calm down.Upon arriving in New Orleans, we were met by a horde of fellow UGA students, fans, and alumni, already drunk and festive. It was morning when we arrived, and we took a taxi to our hotel, checked in and got our things put away in our rooms.It did not take us long to make our way over to Bourbon Street and Jackson Square where thousands of our fellow Dawgnation were already partying. We even ran into Hawaii students and fans and made sure to say ‘howdy’ to them. They seemed to be somewhat dazed and overwhelmed by the raucous craziness.By mid-afternoon that day, having consumed several beers and purchased souvenir t-shirts, we came across a tattoo parlor that caught my eye. My friends found themselves watching as I had the Georgia ‘G’ logo tattooed onto my leg on the side of the calf. I had been tattooed before so I knew what to expect.Watching me get tattooed convinced my group to all get a tattoo also. Mary Beth got a lily flower tattooed on her ankle. It matched nicely with her lower back tattoo. (I must say trashy lower back tattoos really turn me on, especially when slamming into a delicious babe from behind doggy fashion.)Everyone else found themselves inspired to get tattooed also. Nikki got a lower back tattoo, while Barbi and Arlene got ankle tattooes. Vic got a Georgia Bulldog tattooed on his leg and and Chip got the word DAWGS tattooed on his lower leg. So we were all a little sore when we left to go find a place to eat. We soon made our way back to the hotel to rest up and nap before the night of wild revelry ahead.Later that evening, we headed over to Bourbon Street. Mary Beth and Barbi dolled up in wild slutty outfits that made them almost look like street hookers. They both had on shiny skin-tight low rise legging pants, Lycra or something, Mary Beth’s were red and Barbi’s were black. Both Arlene and Nikki wore tight as hell low rise jeans.All four chicks sported camel toes, so Vic just came out and asked them had they all planned to show their camel toes. That made everyone crack up laughing. The girls were not at all embarrassed or shy about their camel toes showing. We soon were calling them the ‘camel toe gang.’Nikki laughingly said, “If y’all guys can’t take it, go back to the room and jerk off.” Needless to say our chicks were turning a lot of heads as they strutted their stuff down Bourbon Street.We Ataşehir Escort Bayan walked up and down Bourbon Street and the surrounding area exploring different bars. The girls collected a lot of beads. Barbi especially, because she flashed her boobs at so many people. Then we discovered in a sleazy strip joint and decided to check it out.At first I thought we were watching some super slutty chicks dancing on stage. Arlene was the first to notice that they were not chicks as she exclaimed, “Oh my God, I believe they’ve got Adam’s Apples!”All the dancers were topless by that point, and they did have boobs, some quite large and nice, but then the dancers all took off their little skirts and were down to their g-strings. Let me tell you, those g-strings were sporting packages. Yes, dick packages. We all just cracked up laughing. I don’t think the dancers liked that too much. They definitely looked displeased. Our gang of girls though, still giggly, went up and put dollar bills in the dancers’ garters.We thought being entertained by dancing transvestites was wild, but we were in for an even bigger shock at the next show on stage. A couple of wildly tattooed women came out for the next act. Those ladies had seen their better days a couple of decades earlier I presume. However, they had an act that still affects me to this day. They proceeded to strip down to just their garters, stockings and heels, and then smoked cigarettes and cigars. Mind you, they did not use their mouths to smoke those cigarettes and cigars. Right, they both smoked them using their vaginas, and yes, they did blow smoke rings.After that left us almost speechless for a few minutes, we recovered, finished our drinks and were soon partying with the crowd outside on Bourbon Street. All around us was raucous partying, as girls were flashing titties, some even flipping up their skirts to reveal that they had gone commando for the evening.It was in that festive atmosphere that we cheered in the New Year 2008, on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. Mary Beth gave me a passionate deep tongue kiss to usher in the New Year while she rubbed my crotch to she that I had the appropriate response, she found that I surely had.We next made our way into a great little bar with a jazz band. Several very talented musicians really put on a great show playing Dixieland jazz, and we stayed there drinking for quite awhile and mellowed out just a bit.Before we went back to the hotel though, we discovered another Bourbon Street strip joint that featured only female dancers. However, the ladies dancing there were not the best I have ever seen at all. We quickly became bored with the ‘cellulite’ show and decided it was time to go back to the hotel.By the time Mary Beth and I arrived in our room it was very late. However, after staring at Mary Beth’s hot ass and camel toe in those skin tight Lycra leggings most of the night, I desperately needed some pussy, and my cock was throbbing not too gently in my pants. As soon as we closed the door behind us, I grabbed her and started kissing her.Mary Beth reached down, felt my crotch and exclaimed, “You’re hard as rock already!”My only response was a low affirmative moan.She grabbed onto my hard penis through my Escort Ataşehir pants and pulled me to the bed. Mary Beth sat on the edge of it while I stood in front of her and she unbuckled and unzipped my pants, pulling my fully erect cock out. My pants fell down around my ankles and she pushed my boxers down too. She started to slowly stroke my hard pecker while she looked up at me with those big blue eyes and smiled.Mary Beth started licking my cock slowly along the shaft then tonguing the end and tip. Once she had it all wet, she just engulfed it, taking me deep in her throat before coming up for air. She repeated this maneuver a few times. It felt absolutely wonderful! In fact it felt so good I thought my knees would buckle, but I somehow managed to keep my drunk horny ass standing upright.Still wearing those skin tight Lycra leggings, Mary Beth lay back on the bed and removed her blouse. She then spread her legs really wide. The Lycra clung to her easily exposing the shape of her sexy camel toe.“C’mon big boy,” she purred at me seductively.I crawled between her legs and kissed her camel toe and stroked it. Realizing I wanted at the real thing right away though, I started tugging at her leggings to pull them off. Once I had tugged them off, I tossed her leggings over my shoulder to the floor. Her legs were spread wide before me exposing her gorgeous shaved pussy, the labia already oozing with shiny wetness. I saw that her juicy wet peach was beckoning me to have a taste, so I buried my face into her cunt.Mary Beth exclaimed, “Oooh baby I can tell that my outfit was working you up.”“Yea that’s a fact,” I answered and continued licking and sucking on her juicy wet cunt.I sucked on her swollen pussy lips and slid my finger into her sopping wet pussy. I could hear her twat squish around my finger as it slid in and out. After having been aroused by her all evening, the taste and musty aroma of her sweet cunt made me feel like I was obsessed. Maybe I was overwhelmingly possessed with lustful desires, but whatever, I was one super horny guy.I slid in another finger and soon found her g-spot, which provoked her ass to lift up off the bed, and she began to super squirm all around. Mary Beth’s heavy breathing, panting, and moaning elevated to new levels. Her voice quivered, and her lower lip quivered, maybe even vibrated.I had learned by this time just exactly what she liked and how to deliver it. She grabbed my head hard with her hands, clenching them tight and actually squeezed and jerked on my ears. It didn’t feel like she would ease up or let go.Just as she usually had time and time before, soon Mary Beth released into a massive orgasm. Receiving cunnilingus and having a finger stimulate her g-spot nearly always brought her to orgasm faster than any other girl I had ever been with before or since. She screamed out that she was cumming just as her legs clenched me around the neck tighter than was comfortable. I may have heard some cracking or popping noises come from my neck, and I have a thick athletic neck so you can imagine how tight that leg grip was. I actually had to work my hands in between her thighs and my head to protect myself. Mary Beth continued rocking back and forth with my neck between her thighs, her hands still tightly clutching onto my head and hair. I had quit licking and stimulating her, but the orgasm continued to have her in its grip.Finally her legs relaxed and my poor head was freed. She rolled over moaning and barely whispered, “Oh my god!”In a minute or so, she seemed to have recovered. Then Mary Beth started to laugh.

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