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Big House on Walnut Street: Graduation Party part 3.
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Big House on Walnut Street: Graduation Party part 3. After Anne walked out. I took a good look at my bong and decided maybe I had better hold off. I was already feeling the effects of the 2 hits I took with Anne and I wanted to remember this night. Then I looked down at my naked self and realized that Anne had squeezed out my load on my stomach while I was out of it. Gross! It was beginning to dry and get all sticky. I grabbed a tee shirt and wiped off most then stepped into my private shower to finish the job. My head was clearing up and I guess my buzz was going away so I got dressed and headed back downstairs to the bar in the den. As I walked to the bar, I was nodding and saying hello to faces I knew at the party when I stumbled into someone at the bar. Actually I walked right into her truth be told. I stammered out a profuse apology, "I... I'm terribly sorry about that," I said lamely. She kept staring at me and I went with the truth and babbled, "And I... I'm not... I mean, I wasn't prepared to bump into someone as breathtakingly beautiful as you." I was on the road to recovering my poise. She broke off the eye contact and glanced down at her hands. "Well," she said, "you're off to a pretty good start. My name is Lisa and you must be Jimmy. Robin’s told me about you a little. Nice party." I still have a vivid memory of that first impression of her. Her shoulder length, champagne-colored hair was combed straight back above a smoothly rounded forehead in sort of a lion's-mane effect. She had high prominent cheekbones that slanted her eyes just the tiniest bit. But beneath the short, straight nose, her mouth loomed out at me; it was her most attractive feature. Wide enough that it seemed to go all the way across her face although it didn't, and the full, sweet upper lip was so unusually short that it appeared unable to cover a perfect set of prominent upper teeth. Below the long, full lower lip was a tiny cute jaw and chin that further accentuated the mouth. And when she smiled, even nervously as she did now, the entire room seemed to light up. I would learn later that Lisa was embarrassed about her mouth and considered her Italian nose her best feature. Ahhh, but apart from her face, her figure was enough to drive men (and women) crazy with desire. I don't know if I can adequately describe her body in words. There was something about her shoulders, which were unusually wide and square, and formed a long line that tapered down from them to her waist, only to flare out into a pair of high-assed hips. And above all this rode the slender neck and head of a goddess. When she stood up from the bar stool I suddenly noticed she was over 6 feet tall. Being only 5 foot 9 I had to look up at her face. Surprise~! Actually, she needed the wide shoulders to support the full globes of her breasts thrusting out in the tight black dress. Her calves were perfect, her ankles strong. In the tight dress there was just a suggestion of her mons if you saw her just right. In heels she was over a head taller than I, standing straight, carrying herself high off her hips. This girl was the tallest, most beautiful woman I had ever met. I then recognized her from the ladies basketball team at Tech. She really cleaned up GREAT! We made some small talk and then decided to go out on the patio for a breath of fresh air. Glancing at her sideways, I realized with a start that I had never been so proud to be seen with a woman like this. Hell, I'd never been with a woman this tall and beautiful before. Silently I thanked the dating gods that I hadn't gotten tongue-tied. I thought that this was going to be one of the greatest nights of my life. Man, was I wrong. Oh, it started out well enough. We went to beer keg in the back yard. After a few sips Lisa loosened up and lost her nervousness and began to display a really penetrating wit and humor along with a sexy charm. She was an incorrigible flirt. But then, she was stunningly beautiful, so sexually attractive that in the crowd of people in the yard heads turned towards her to gawk. "Who was she?" "Where have I seen her before?" "Who is that shrimp standing next to her?" I became a problem. As Lisa loosened up after a few drinks, I began to fade. The drinks and bong hits with my “ex's” earlier started to take a toll. If Lisa was a little drunk, I was wiped out. I made my pitch for her right there in the back yard. I think I told her I wanted her to come to my room with me because I wanted to make violent love to her. I recall my astonishment when she told me no. "Why not?" I blurted out, loud enough for everyone at the bar to hear. "What's wrong with me?" Lisa had a hurt, embarrassed but determined expression on her face. "How do I know what's wrong with you? I don't even know you yet." She shook her pretty head and said flatly, "I never fuck men I just meet. And you are a little on the short side for my taste." I managed to sputter something like, "That's ridiculous!" in protest. During our “small talk” she had been quite open about the number of men she had had in her life. "More than thirty," she'd said proudly. "Maybe," she replied, looking embarrassed and stubborn, "but I don't care. I don't have to and I won't." Her eyes softened a little. "Anyway, you're getting pretty drunk." Then I guess I lost it. After all, I'd had a lot to drink at that point. "Thas my goddamn party! And... and because… because I'm not that short where it counts!" Lisa blushed, "People are staring at us." "Fuck 'em!" I shouted. "'s of bitches! What do they know?" "Can you just calm down please?" Lisa asked sharply. "I think you're nothing but a..." I started, but couldn't bring myself to finish and switched to a less abusive tone. "I hate cockteasers." I muttered. "And I think you're a shit!" Lisa said. "No girl would fuck a man with such a rude, crude approach as yours!" I calmed down a bit. We talked a while and she asked if I would walk her home. Lisa suggested I might need the exercise to sober up. I took her home all right. It was around four in the morning as we walked towards Lisa's apartment. I began kicking over trash cans as we walked because I was still furious, frustrated and pissed at myself because I'd probably never see Lisa again after tonight. "You're liable to get arrested for that." She warned me nervously. "Yeah? Well I hope I do! I hope I do!" I muttered and kicked another one over. At her door she shook hands with me. "Not only are you not a gentleman," she said in a whisper, I really think you're kind of crazy." "You think so huh," I said. And for one clear, agonizing moment that would forever stay burned into my brain I stared at her. From beyond my alcoholic haze I tried to put into my eyes everything I felt about her and about myself. I thought I saw that her eyes understood. But she was very mad at me. The reality of the situation finally seeped into my sobering up brain and I said, with all the honesty I could muster, “Lisa, I’m so sorry. You deserve better than that and I am<b> ashamed </font></b>of my behavior.” "Thanks!" Lisa said sharply, and then softened the tone of her voice. "Oh, that doesn't matter," her voice changed, it was now a lovely low voice, charged with sexuality. "Come on in and I’ll fix us some coffee." And once again I was swept away by her beauty. It was almost impossible to take my eyes off that incredible high-hipped ass or those tits. Half the time I didn't know what I was saying, but it seemed to be working. When we went inside and had a cup (instant – yuk) I realized my buzz was gone and fatigue started settling in. Lisa went back to her flirting mode again and I started to get a little mad. The idea of being teased again and being told NO again was just too much. “Hey Lisa, it’s been fun,” I lied as I stood up behind the coffee table. I remember it was a massive single piece of wood that could give you a hernia to lift. I noticed the photo of Lisa and some girl dressed for prom. She certainly has blossomed since then.  As I turned to move to the door I suddenly found Lisa standing in my way. “Hold on a minute. Where do you think you’re going?” she said in a low voice as she put her hands on my shoulders. Up to this point I was a little mad. Now I’m angry. “Fuck Lisa, I’m too tired for your games.” I said as I reached out to push her aside. I somehow managed to get both of my hands on her tits and shoved hard. She… didn’t… move? What the…? I looked up into her eyes and thought I saw lightning bolts flashing in them. I saw stars as she slapped the shit plumb out of me. God DAMN this woman is strong. I remember backing up into the coffee table and watching her suddenly spinning in front of me. Oh I know what that is! It’s a round house kick. Things slowed WAY down. I felt an impact on my jaw and the floor jumped up and hit me in the face but I didn’t feel a thing. Not for a long while. I remember feeling light as a feather. I could hear something thumping and took a minute to realize it was my heartbeat. I tried to move but couldn’t. Something has me by my arms and legs and … wait a minute! Where are my clothes? I opened my eyes and the lights were low but I could see I was still in the living room. I’m on the coffee table. I’m on the coffee table bare ass naked, spread eagled and tied up somehow. “What the FUCK?” I heard Lisa saying something. “….. only want me when your drunk huh? Sobered up and you want to get away?” That was when I noticed the commotion centered around my balls and cock. Lisa was busy getting my penis to try and stand up. Like I said, I was exhausted and had already had sex several times in the past 24 hours so yeah, getting it up was a bit of an issue. Licking my balls and sucking on my cock wasn’t getting the results Lisa was looking for. Frustrated Lisa saw I was awake and decided to try something different. She pulled my head up, stuffed a pillow under it and proceeded to fuck my mouth right on the coffee table.  The most enduring image I have of that day is of myself lying on the coffee table with Lisa astride me and kneeling over my face as my tongue devoured her, telling me what to do. "Yes, yes, lick my ass just like that!" "Oh, suck my clit baby! Yes! Just like that!" "Ah! Put your tongue there... yes, there baby. Oh, God! Push it in deeper!" "Oh baby, yes!" "Ohhh, your tongue your tongue inside me... fuck..fuck, ohhh, baby, I think I'm gonna..." And then Lisa, drooping like a falling flower, champagne hair falling over her face almost to those gorgeous breasts as she cried out before collapsing upon me. I thought she was going to bread my neck for a moment but she rolled off and shook like a possessed person on the carpet. Shortly after that she removed the duct tape that had me pinned to the table. It turned out that for some reason the only way Lisa could achieve a real orgasm was through oral sex. Fortunately for the two of us, I love eating pussy. I don't mean Lisa disliked fucking. Oh, no. She loved to fuck. In fact she told me so moments after I entered her for the first time on the couch. She loved to tell me what to do. "Yes, yes, yes baby pull on my nipples with your teeth. Yeah, just like that!" "Do ya like it when I squeeze your balls like this?" (For the record, I answered in the affirmative.) "Baby, my sweet baby, I can see that look in your eyes; I can feel you pumping me harder and harder. Ahhhhhh, I love this kind of fucking!" "Look down baby," she whispered huskily in my ear, while lavishing wet licks to it. "Watch as your cock slides deep into my pussy and then look and see how wet and shiny it is when you pull back. Isn't it disgusting?" I fucked faster. The poor couch was beginning to thump thump thump against the wall from all the motion of our bodies. ""Would you find it revolting if someone wanted to take that disgustingly slimy dick and put it in their mouth?" I came again and again and again…. Then there was a knock at her back door. "Wait a minute," Lisa hollered, and grabbed a robe and in almost the same motion threw another robe at me as she made to open the door. "Oh, ho!" Her roommate Carol said as she entered. Placing her packages on the counter, she grimaced and held her nose. "My God, this place smells like a zoo!" "Go to hell!" Lisa said laughing. Then she turned slowly, and with a beatific smile on her face, stretched her arms as far as she could. "Hmmm," Carol grinned, "I take it you two have been humping like rabbits while I'm slaving away at my third shift job." "He's hung pretty well for a short white guy," Lisa reported. “His cock is bigger than you’d think by looking at him.” “Hey!” I said out loud, “I’m still in the room for Christ’s sake.” "Oh?" said Carol. "You'd never know it but it starts off so small (she indicated with her finger and thumb) and then grows to four times that size. I've got to get him some decent clothes though." "Hey," I said indignantly, "What do you want me to do? Show her?" "Yeah," said Carol, "big deal. I'm inclined to agree with you Lisa. Drag him down to the mall and get him fixed." "Absolutely," said Lisa. "You think so, huh?" I said smiling. I had hated seeing Lisa put that robe on and cover up that lush body. She was even more beautiful without them on. Her heavy, beautiful breasts; the long lean line from her armpit to those widely swelling hips, and the high rounded ass. I hated to finally call it a night, but actually it was about 8:45 am and I had been up for over 24 hours now. I needed to get back to the Big House on Walnut Street and see what happened to my graduation party. God I was so tired. Eventually, it was decided by the girls that I would take them to dinner before I leave town and I did. But that’s a story for another day. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy. |
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10/23/2018 8:47 am |
What a way to celebrate and to end your time there with a bang (or several)!  Jimmy B.My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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What a way to celebrate and to end your time there with a bang (or several)!
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10/23/2018 7:44 am |
Within two weeks of this event, I was traveling to my new job in Gainesville Georgia and wouldn't be back in this area for several years. Jimmy B. My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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