Wildgirl Comes To College – Part 2

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After that first oral orgy, all three of us became much friendlier. We’d tease each other in sexy ways, like drifting a finger over a shoulder, striking sexy poses for each other, or sitting around naked with hard nipples and red, glistening pussies. It was a constant tease, a kind of test to see who would break down first. Usually we just all broke down together and watched each other masturbate. We turned the spare bedroom into our “orgy pit.” One giant king-sized bed on the floor, lots of pillows, soft lighting, gauzy curtains. The original reason was that Masuko’s boyfriend was coming to visit, and she wanted a place to “entertain” him. We all dressed a bit for him – tiny tight short-shorts and T-shirts. When he showed up, Sophie and I went to the lbirary for the afternoon, so the two lovebirds could have some “quality time” together. At the library I enjoyed the long looks I got from most of the boys, and some of the girls. I wasn’t wearing a bra under my tight T-shirt, giving me plenty of jiggle. You could see the little bumps of my nipples trying to push through the fabric. My blue shorts were very tight,with a nice cameltoe in front. I knew the fabric was smooth across my entire ass because I wasn’t wearing panties underneath! Sophie, a couple spots over, had a similar outfit, but in yellow shorts to compliment her olive skin. I concentrated mostly on studying because I knew that if thinking of anything else would start my pussy leaking, creating a super-obvious wet spot at my crotch. Trying to restrain my excitement was a tease in itself. I wasn’t sure I was succeeding. Then I felt Sophie’s hands on my shoulders and her stomach gently pressing into my back. “Let’s go have some fun,” she whispered into my ear. I looked up at her and grinned. Her nipples were clearly showing through her T-shirt too. I squirmed in my chair and her hands slipped down, grazing over my breasts. I shivered. “I warn you,” I whispered back, “I’m Kadıköy Escort an exhibitionist. This could get wild.” Sophie giggled and rubbed her hips against me. “You and me both, babe.” Minutes later we had climbed the final flight of steps to the top floor of the library. It was floor for oddball oversize categories that nobody ever looked for. There were these wonderful arched windows that overlooked half the campus. Sophie faced her delicious ass to one of the windows, pulled down her short-shorts, bent over, and mooned the campus with her juicy pussy. Not to be outdone, I pulled mine totally down and tossed them aside before turning around and mooning the campus beside her. “Oh! I can top that!” Sophie whispered, and pulled off her shorts and T-shirt. Then she turned around and spread her arms wide, as if to embrace the entire school with her buxom naked body. “No you can’t!” I replied, promptly pulling off my top as well. Then, facing the campus beside her, legs spread just as wide, I began running my index finger up and down my pussy lips. In seconds Sophie was doing the same. We were both masturbating naked in front of windows that looked out over the whole campus. I pulled her wet hand away from her pussy and began sucking on it, while feeding her my own wet fingers. I love the taste of a woman’s excitement. Finally Sophie giggled and pulled away. “OK, girl, let’s be REALLY wicked.” Sophie had a wild glint in her eye. Lightly playing with my wet pussy again, I grinned. “I love wicked.” “OK, let’s get our clothes on again, for starters.” Wondering what she had in mind, I reluctantly climbed back into my shorts and shirt. Sophie smiled when she finished getting into hers, then went around behind me and hiked the T-shirt up under my breats, tieing it in back so it stayed up, like a sports bra. “Now, do the same for me,” she instructed. I did and she looked like a total slut. Her T-shirt Kadıköy Escort Bayan was cupping her breasts, emphasizing how her hard nipples pushed through the fabric. She had a vast expanse of bare midrift down to those too-tight shorts. I pulled them up a little so her pussy was nicely craddled by the fabric. Then I rolled her waistband under, making them ever skimpier. I finished by sliding my fingers up and down her pussy until Sophie was moaning and her shorts were nice and wet. She got her revenge by pushing me against the stacks and doing the same to my shorts. Soon squishing sounds came from my crotch. I was so close to coming I was ready to do anything. “Now, walk with me.” She took my hand and led me downstairs through the library. I felt every bounce of my boobs the T-shirt fabric rubbing against my iron-hard nipples. Meanwhile the slinky wet nylon caressed my oozing pussy with each sway of my hips. I knew people could set the wet spots in our crotches as we walked out the side door. Girls giggled and guys whistled, but Sophie proudly led me on into the broad daylight of the campus afternoon. She led my across a side lawn and glanced around. Lots of people in the distance, but nobody close. She pushed me against the wall of a building, kissed me and started rubbing my pussy through my shorts. It was squishy again in seconds. Somehow I got my hand onto her pussy. Feeling the wetness of her nylon front was intoxicating. “You got two choices for the way home girl,” Sophie whispered into my ear. “Down fraternity row or down sorority row.” I quivered with the thought and gasped “Sorority…” Sophie removed her hand just before I ascended to orgasm. My pussy was leaking hard and my whole body quivering. She just stood there, grinning. “Kira, girl, your face is soooo red.” I could only whimper in reply, I was so needy and high from being sexed up in public. Just you took my Escort Kadıköy hand and walked me away. A minute later we were walking hand in hand down the sidewalk of sorority row, pussies wet and oozing. There were plenty of sniffs, upturned noses, and catty remarks. With each one I could feel Sophie’s hand grip mine harder. My near-orgasm got wetter and closer every time someone called us trashy sluts or dirty lezzies. Then on the porch of the last house on the street, a pair of girls on the front porch whistled and cheered instead. “Right on, girls!” they cried out to us. Sophie waved to them and so did I. Then motioned us to come up, and Sophie led me right up to the front steps. “Oh god, you two are so hot! Is that really pussy juice on your shorts?” A tiny little blonde asked in cut-offs and tank top. I giggled, ran a finger down the front of Sophie’s shorts, and tasted it. “Yep, pure girl!” I proudly announced to them. When Sophie did the same to me, I gasped with excitement. I almost came on the spot. “I can NOT believe you just did that!” squealed the other, a black-haired chinese girl in a short sundress. We introduced ourselves and they invited us inside. The chinese girl’s sundress was more than short… it rode half way up her ass as she walked through the doorway into the living room. “Assume the position over the couch, Zyi” the tiny blonde told her. The Chinese girl leaned completely over the back of the couch until her hair was cascading over the cushions. Then she spread her legs. The sundress rode up to her waist, exposing a completely naked ass and glistening pussy. Suzanne idly stroked the exposed ass and pussy with her fingertips. Sophie and I were spellbound. “Zyi is a pledge here at Lamba Lamba Rho.” Suzanne said. “She’s proving herself to the sisterhood. Would you like a lick?” I just nodded, spellbound by the delicate rump and wet pussy offered up before my eyes. Slowly I knelt down and put one hand on each cheek, spreading her wider and lifting her up a tiny bit more, just the right position for a long, slow, soft lick over her wet folds. I heard her breath catch and her ass tighten under my hands. I licked again, slower, exploring every inch, reaching deep inside her to scoop out the delicious juices.

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