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"Every man there would be after you." I laughed. "Layla and Beth are coming, today's is our PWP— Pregnant Women's Party." I sucked my bottom lip. Yeah, Beth's also pregnant— 5 months pregnant. "Oh, that party? It's also time to pay those two dorks, Henry and Scott, a visit." "No, not that party. A party for Men only. It's a party at my college where Pregnant Women attend to dance for them." I made that shit up.

On the other side was red script writing. Angels and Demons, it read at the top with a number underneath. And just under that, it said, for all your phone sex needs. Julian rolls his eyes. Trust Kaden to leave that here. He was about to place it back down and continue his route to the bedroom when he thought to himself, why the fuck not? He was an adult. There was nothing stopping him from calling them and giving it a go. If he didn't like it, he could just hang up and pretend it never happened.

They were probably having a party. I smiled and walked down the lounge to the kitchen where the glass back door was situated. I could see the grand pool from here and I already saw men and women doing all sorts of obscene things I could think of. I made my way out and stood at the patio scanning the group of people for Damon. I saw some of his men in the pool. Each of them had women on them. Some were kissing in the pool; others were having sex in the water.

There was saliva and cum over everybody's body, leaking from pussies and added, on boobs, dripping from mouth, on the belly, there was it. Then we were thrown into the pool and fucked by four men there. It was my first sex party and I loved it and it won't be my last either and soon I became one of the VIP at the party. [The END] --------------- Author Says: Hi Readers, I really love to hear your thoughts so, please comment or you can email me anytime at [ just22avi@gmail.com ]. Quote of The Day: "Less Stress and have More Sex"

PRIDE HIGH [THAT SAME NIGHT] Swimming Pool Party The night pool party was alive. Music blasted from the speakers. Some students danced near the shallow end. A group of guys took selfies under the fairy lights. Two girls argued over who pushed who into the water. Someone cannonballed into the pool and got yelled at. It wasn’t quiet. It wasn’t stiff. It was chaotic. Daniel stood on one of the pool chairs dramatically. “PEOPLE! Why are we acting boring? This is a party!”

I turn to face him because we are really close to the people and I don’t want them to think I am laughing at them. “Rowan, now you make me want to join in. I can sit right between the men. They won’t mind.” I joke as Rowan pulls me closer. “Yeah, I think they will e extremely upset with you literally cock blocking.” Rowan tilts his head to follow as we make it to the swimming pool. There are couples everywhere in there. One man sits on the edge as two women suck him off. A few spots down there is a woman getting pounded from behind. The water splashes all over the side of the pool. Some people are simply playing a rousing game of Marco Polo with a much different ending, I am sure.

Maggie replied. “But . . .” The pools are back there, Kamalina was going to say, but the words died on her lips as they turned a corner and the road opened into a lush spread of palm trees surrounding an oval pool with a bar at one end and a hot tub at the other. Twelve cabanas, each canopied and separated from the one next to it by white curtains, ran along the pool’s sides. Behind each cabana stood a small villa, nestled between the swaying trees. Kamalina gasped as Mike parked the golf cart and she got a clear view of the cabanas around the pool. In the one nearest to them, a man was sprawled naked on a bed, reading a book. In the cabana next to him, a couple was making love. A woman in t

Her lips are as dry as can be. “But he can’t,” I add softly. She doesn’t move. So I try something else. “You wanna hear a stupid story?” She shrugs. “Back in Atlanta, I once got caught sleeping with a councilwoman’s daughter. Not caught in bed, thank God, but caught enough. She left her bra in my gym bag. Security found it while checking for weapons at the club entrance.” Dorothy blinks. I continue. “She had a thing for public sex. I had a thing for not saying no to anything with boobs and a membership card. It was a disaster waiting to happen.”

She quivered in excitement as she penned her ninth story, loving the sound the ballpoint pen made as it glided over the paper. Natalie and Carter find the party is super lame. It's so vanilla, but then one guy brings a half-dozen sluts from St. Tatiana's, including the Davenport Twins. A keg's rolled in, the beers are handed out, and the rich sluts are already getting wild. Things get hot so fast as the sluts from St. Tatiana's start dancing all sexy. They're grinding on guys, practically fucking them while everyone watches. They're all wearing their too-short schoolgirl skirts and white blouses tied beneath their breasts. Not a one is wearing underwear.

I slipped on a tiny sheer white cover-up that barely reached the bottom of my ass and walked out onto the terrace. The scene that greeted me made my breath catch. Diego, Alex, and Marcus were already by the pool with four more men — all tall, tanned, and ridiculously attractive. They had clearly invited their friends for the “pool party” they mentioned. Bottles of champagne and trays of fruit were spread out on the table. Music played softly from the speakers. Diego spotted me first. His smile turned predatory as he walked over and pulled me against him, kissing me deeply right in front of everyone.