Savannah’s Jar

“All these stunning sorority sisters and you chose me?” Savannah says, giving you a winning smile as she watches you drop your fistful of tickets into her jar. “My oh my am I flattered.”

“I was hoping for more than flattery,” you say.

“We’ll see how your luck of the draw is,” she laughs.

A couple minutes later, the raffle officially closes. Savannah does the raffle draw for each of her sorority sisters, and finishes with her own draw. She sticks her hand in the jar, shuffling up all the raffle tickets in there, and pulls out five tickets.

Lifting her megaphone up, she calls out the names: “Winning the draw for none other than me, here are the five lucky guys that I’ll choose from! Please step up to the staircase Mason Turner, William Carter III, Luca Barzaghi, Alex Knight, and Evan Sumimoto!”

You join the four other lucky men who were called up by Savannah and walk up to the bottom of the staircase. Although in your case, it was much less luck and far more brute ****.

“All these fine looking men,” Savannah announces into her megaphone. “How am I supposed to choose between them all?”

She pauses, cocking her head to the side, looking at the lot of you with a pensive expression.

“Hmmm, it’s actually a tough call,” she laughs.

“You could pick me and be done with it,” one of the guys says.

“That’s a bright idea!” Savannah says, and the guys walks up confidently. She laughs, saying: “Back in line, please, I haven’t made my pick. But you did inspire me! I’m going to pick again from the tickets in my hand, and the winner this time wins for real!”

“Damn, this shit’s got me more nervous than waiting for grades during Burn Week,” one of the guys says.

“For real?” you ask, thinking you could have just fucked Savannah during Burn Week if you got a decent grade.

“Just cappin’,” he laughs, shaking his head.

“Alright, here’s the pick,” Savannah says, reaching into her enclosed fist. You take a deep breath, suddenly feeling the nerves too. What are the chances that you’d win now? She draws out a ticket and reads the name. “Alex Knight!”

“You lucky bastard,” the guy says, clapping your back.

“What can I say? It’s a talent,” you smile, following Savannah up the staircase.

The room Savannah takes you to isn’t hers. In fact, it isn’t anybody’s. It’s a barebones bedroom kept by the sorority sisters for events just like this: a place to get intimate without fear of bringing any baggage in.

“I was hoping you’d be the one to win,” Savannah says, giving you a sunny smile.

“You could have just picked me from the start,” you say.

“But that would have been unfair,” she replies. “Come on, all those other guys that bought tickets should have an equal shot at it, too.”

“Then I should thank my lucky stars that you did pick me,” you smile. Savannah really is a gorgeous babe, with all the slender curves of a runway model.

You approach her, giving her a quick kiss on the lips, before shifting your attention to the rest of her body. With one hand on her midriff, your other undoes the buttons to her jeans and slides in, your fingers brushing against her moisture.

“Something tells me I’m the lucky one tonight,” Savannah gasps as she feels your fingers probe into her.

The rest of her clothing quickly disappears, as does yours, and she’s soon splayed out on the bed, her legs wide open for you to have all the access that you could want.

It’s a simple matter from there to lower your head to her pussy. You feel her warmth emanating even from inches away, and the first brush of your tongue against her is a wonderful burst of salt and sweet flavor. Eager for more, you begin to lap more aggressively, long strokes of your tongue covering the breadth of her folds. A woman’s pussy, you’ve come to realize, is a delightfully layered and complex thing, full of nooks and crannies and crevices to explore.

You make the most of this revelation, the gradual progress that you make as you worm deeper and deeper into her drawing out the most exquisite sighs from above. Her clit surfaces and you give the nub a delicate flick of your tongue. That earns you a gasp and an involuntary tightening of her legs.

“Looks like I’ve found a new toy to play with,” you murmur, giving her clit a couple more flicks.

“You’re a magician, Alex, so don’t you stop doing that,” she says squirming, her legs pressing in further.

You’re beginning to feel the pressure around your head, but taking it as a sign that you’re doing something right, you continue the stimulation to her clit, quick brushes of your tongue against her hot button. The All American girl responds to your ministrations with small moans, music to your ears. Each quick lick sends her brunette hair tumbling back as she arches her back, wanting more from you. It’s the pot calling the kettle black, but if you didn’t know any better, you’d laugh at how simple women are.

Doctors hate this one quick trick to get women off, you think to yourself as your tongue gives that clit another brush, and Savannah sighs again.

But consistency is key, and a couple pushes of her love-button isn’t going to do the trick. You keep up the hard work, keeping just enough variation to stop her from getting overstimulated, but the core of your attention is always focused on that magical spot. Lap, lap, lap. Moan, moan, moan. This is an exercise in patience and selflessness, and you are killing it.

“Keep going, right there!” Savannah gasps, as you change absolutely nothing about what you were doing.

Time to keep doing exactly what you have been doing. Lap, lap, lap. Moan, moan, moan. Savannah is putty in your hands.

“Ohhh, yes!” she says, her legs closing in further.

You resist the urge to change anything up. This girl is close to her orgasm and you’re going to give it to her. Is it really selfless if it’s because I want to stuff my cock inside of her and fuck her until the sun comes up? you wonder to yourself.

The answer is no, but you don’t get to that conclusion, because you’ve done such a good job at licking her clit at just the right pace that you bring forth the orgasm that’s been building in her for such a long time.

“My God yes! Don’t stop! FUUUCK!” Savannah screams as she quivers around you.

The heat from her core seems to double in intensity, but you keep going, knowing that every touch of your tongue must be setting off thoughts of lust in her head. You power through her wave of cum, watching as she shakes herself out of her daze and pats the side of her bed, inviting you to lay next to her.

“How was that?” you grin, copping a feel of her magnificent tits as you do so.

“Just peachy,” she smiles, turning on the bed to face you. {if Savannah > 99} “But you know, I’m still wet down there.” {endif}

{if Savannah > 99} “Oh, I wouldn’t want to leave a woman hanging,” you say, leaning across the bed to kiss her. {else} “Glad to be of service,” you smile back, and she gives you a light kiss on the lips as a parting gift. {endif}

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