I felt its tip slide down, incredibly smooth, and when I risked a look, a small spot of white moisture peeked from the small hole in its center. His c...ock slid over my labia and came to rest right in front of my entrance. I swallowed, then moaned. “Ask me once more!” His voice vibrated with need. “Fuck me!” “Should I really?” “Please, fuck me!” Desperation trickled into my words, a need that went beyond anything I had encountered in my life. “Please, please, fuck me!” He did. His thick shaft. Then he turned and staggered toward the street entrance, bumping into a chair, grabbing it so as not to fall, continuing to the door.Once outside and away from the bar’s window, Steele walked normally toward his room. He looked over his shoulder a few times to make sure no one was watching. Even though he had drunk enough in the military to handle his liquor, he felt a slight buzz. Jake was going to have a doozy of a headache. What Steele had learned was that Jake was a talker. And his home. I met Lelani the first day of college, the dorms made us roommates. She was excited to be able to attend college. Born in Korea, her parents allowed her to be an exchange student. High school was where Lelani met Courtney. They became best friends. Courtney was a year older than Lelani and I, so she was already a member of the sorority. It was only natural that Lelani and I join the sorority, seeing how we already spent a great deal of time visiting the sorority house anyway. Courtney was what. There was a stage, but there seemed to be so much sex going on off-stage it almost seemed irrelevant. Two girls were writhing around on the stage with their heads between each other's legs. Suzanne never had much interest in girls. The audience were much more interesting. It was clear that some of the girls were on their knees with bobbing heads. No doubts what they were doing, others were sitting in laps and being bounced around energetically.There was a roll of drums and the two girls on.