The life and times of Lafayette Ryder (Sex & violence)

Freshman year in collage was going just as I had hoped; straight A’s, a few new friends (Cisco being one of them.), and an open relationship that was working out perfectly. I hadn’t actually used my swinger status yet to pick up anyone but I had used it to full advantage every weekend with Lizzie.

Spring break was approaching fast and Lizzie and I discussed our plans. We wouldn’t get to meet up any but she wanted for us both to have some fun and bang a few people. I was A-Ok with that, just one problem; I’m a smooth talker but I’m no pick up artist, I could get the panties off a girl quicker than if they were on fire but I couldn’t get a date if I were the last man on earth. My lucky break with Lizzie was just that; a lucky break.

My newest friend, Cisco, came to my rescue; he had been invited to a kegger the next night and wanted to bring all of his buds along. That was enough for me. I got ready and when the next afternoon rolled around we hit the town.

Getting the keg was our job, part of why we had been invited, but that was the easy part. I had an excellent false I.D. and the build to back it up; the fact that we weren’t even carded helped out too. Neither of us had a vehicle so we hauled three full kegs onto a bus and rode all the way to the motel. That still wasn’t the hard part. What Cisco had called a hotel was actually a swanky four star hotel worthy of celebrities and presidents. Knowing the room number, but lacking the ability to waltz in with kegs and take an elevator without rousing suspicion, we did the only logical thing. We dragged three kegs up seven stories of a fire escape and busted out a window to get into the room. We went into three rooms before we found the one the party was in.

The party was already underway and the room was packed. Two kind seniors offered to help us move the kegs into the kitchen where their kindness ended abruptly. Cisco and I split up after that, we didn’t want them to see us for fear of being kicked out, and joined the party. I drank, danced, and at one point crowd surfed into a wall.

That was when I met her.

She was a little short and a bit heavy but in a good way. Her hair was dyed neon pink and all of her clothes matched that particular shade. She saw me go headfirst into the wall and skipped over to help me up. Literally, she skipped over.

I took her hand and stood up, she told me her name, Diana Pier, and that I could call her Pinkie.

I offered her a beer, which she accepted, and introduced myself. I started to chat and she started to flirt. I didn’t really notice it until her hands were on me, one grasping my ass and the other snaked down my jeans. Diane stood on her tiptoes to whisper something in my ear. Five minutes later we were in one of the many bedrooms in the suite.

I was still working on my belt by the time she was fully undressed. She slid over and helped me out. Her body was incredible; curvy in all the right places and had just enough meat on her to look good. I tried to kiss her but she moved faster than me. Where I had been about to try my luck at second base she ran right past. I nearly bit my tongue of as she began to suck the tip of my cock. She didn’t stay there for long, after only a few seconds she began to work her way up and down my shaft. It soon became apparent that she had a great deal of experience with this.

She stopped just as suddenly as she had started and I was about to offer something in return.

Instead of hearing me out she hopped right on. Before I knew it I was all the way inside her. She shoved me back onto the bed and rode me hard, but she couldn’t seem to focus on any on position. She kept moving around, abandoning my dick in order to switch positions every few minutes. Ten minutes in she returned to cowgirl and started to work furiously, pulling herself clear off my cock with every upward movement and then all the way to its base with every fall. She was bouncing so hard that I actually feared that she would give herself a black eye.

Sensing that I would be done soon I took the imitative. I grabbed her thighs and lifted her up, I the stood beside the bed and eased her back down again. Never before had I been with a woman that was so energetic or excited, I still feel bad for whoever had to clean the sheets after us. In the short time we had been fucking Diane had came at least four times. I felt her climax for a fifth as I picked her up and impaled her woman hood. I had a hold of her by the legs and the ass and I went crazy. I lifted her entire body up and back down onto my rod; I licked and nipped at her titties as she went. I pressed her against a wall and began to thrust quickly, making her scream in pleasure. It was wonderful but it didn’t last.

Diane pulled herself off of me and kneeled down to take me into her mouth once again. I blew my load as soon as her soft hands stroked my shaft. I came all over her face and her tits. And she laughed! Most women would be pissed but this girl just laughs it off and grabs a towel to clean up with.

I stood in mild shock as Diane wiped her face and chest of and dressed. She walked over to me and gave me a sharp slam on the ass.

“We should do this again sometime Sugar.” She smiled and left.

I dressed and left the room. I searched all over the suite but she was gone.

I ran into Cisco, who was being chased by several seniors, and we left in a hurry. Once out of the hotel he confessed to me that he hadn’t scored, he hadn’t even gotten a beer. I gave him a pat on the back and took him to a bar to buy a few rounds. We drank for a bit and went back to our dorms.

That weekend I called up Lizzie, turns out she got laid at a party to, some southern guy named Mac, we traded stories and laughed. I told her I loved her and she said the same.

For all the trouble I went through because of that party it turned out pretty well.