Three college guys and their sluts...

I watched as six students—obviously drunk as fuck—walked laughing into the corner just around from where I was hidden. All three guys were pretty cut. The closest one to me was blonde and wore a tank top that showed off his muscles. He held a beer in his left hand and wore a dazzling grin on his face. Beside him his buddy—a dark-haired number with a sexy five o'clock shadow—took a last drag on a cigarette, then tossed it to the ground. He wore no shirt at all, and I gazed upon his six-pack with lewd thoughts running through my head. The last guy was a bit smaller than his two friends, but was still a total hunk—possibly the best looking of the three. He wore glasses and a dress shirt, unbuttoned to below his chest. He had short, light-brown hair. A silver cross hung around his neck.

Like their male counterparts, the girls were definitely dressed to party. The first one had long, straight blonde hair and soft, pouty lips. She wore bright green "hot pants" and a teeny tiny tank top that was cut off just below her breasts. She was holding hands with a very petite little hottie who had done her blonde hair up in pigtails. She wore a very short hot pink miniskirt and a tight black top. The word "Cumslut" was written in silver glitter across hr chest. The last girl was a curvy, voluptuous knockout with long dark hair. She too wore a short skirt—light blue. Her large breasts were packed beneath a tight white blouse that just barely contained them.

To my utter shock, the first guy—the blonde—leaned back against the well and unbuckled his belt. He undid the top button on his fly, then ripped the rest open. He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his rock-hard, veiny shaft sprung free. He spat into his right hand and gave his fuckstick a few quick strokes. He turned to the girl in pigtails and beckoned to her with his left index finger. "Get over here you little slut," he grinned nastily. With a naughty little smile on her face, she slowly began walking towards him.

She stopped just inches from his face and continued staring directly into his eyes. She still wore that smirk on her face, but said nothing for a minute. Instead, she ran her fingers softly over her own body, starting at her stomach and moving upwards over her breasts, her erect nipples that were popping out of her top. She stopped just short of her neck, then suddenly changed her expression. She widened her eyes into an innocent look of mock-surprise, then opened her mouth as if he were absolutely shocking her with his behaviour.

"Oh, sir!" she gasped, putting a hand over her mouth. "You are being so naughty! Whatever do you want me to do?"

The second guy—the guy with the five o'clock shadow—walked up behind her and spoke harshly, directly into her ear.