Hair of the Dog

You follow her out. As she walks by various men, she turns and whispers to you.

“Fucked him. He nailed me in his car. That ones cock is huge.”

“My god, Tara, who haven’t you fucked?”

“What can I say, Erin, I’m a slut. Fucking is fun and we are getting you laid tonight.”

“I’m really not sure…”

She hands you a flask. “A little liquid courage.”

You take a swig. It tastes thick, salty, with a hint of licorice. You feel a sense of deja vu. Your body begins to burn and a sense of euphoria grows within you.

“What the hell is in that?”

“A little hair of the dog. Mm, that one looks hot.”

You sex aches to be filled. The guy Tara pointed out just looks like candy.

“I wonder how big his cock is?”

“Good girl. Now you’re getting into the spirit. Now let’s go get fucked.”

You follow her. She heads right to a fraternity and knocks.

The door opens. Loud rhythmic music is blaring inside.

Tara thrusts out her breasts. “We’re here for the party.”

The guy seems to recognize her. “Well, do come in.”

You follow Tara inside. She whispers. “Private party, rich boys, big cocks.”

You look around. The are at least a dozen deliciously fuckable men.

You whisper to Tara, “What about that one?”

“He has a great cock, but he’s kind of a douche. Hmm, perfect for you tonight.”

She takes your hand and leads you to him.

“William, this is my friend Erin.”

“Nice to meet you. I love your hair. Do the curtains match the drapes?”

Tara is right, he is a douche. But, right now you want a cock. “Would you like to find out?”

He laughs. “Care for some weed? I have some good stuff back in my room.”

You’ve never tried weed and frankly you could care less. You want cock.

“That sounds wonderful.”

“Follow me.”

You follow him back to his room. He heads to his nightstand and pulls out a vape. Apparently, if you want cock you’re going to be vaping.

He takes a pull. “This is good shit. One puff will do.”

You take a puff.

“That’s so good. Weed makes me soo horny. Want to see my tits?”

“Fuck yes!”

You slip off your top and free your melons. They feel bigger and bouncier than you remember. Of course it could just be the nice buzz you have going.

He sheds his pants. Tara is right. He may be a douche, but he’s a douche with a nice cock.

“Fuck me!”

He kisses your neck and toys with your breasts. It feels spectacular, but you are already more than wet enough for the main event.

Finally, he bends you over and parts you.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck…” you say in a staccato rhythm as he drives in and out of you.

You grab a breast and push the nipple close enough to lick. It feels nice and clearly turns him on.

He pounds you harder. His stamina is impressive. He continues to fuck you like a jackhammer. You climax. He keeps going. You cum again. Your knees get shaky. You feel his cock bulge and twitch. You cum again as you feel his hot essence coat your insides.

He lays down and is asleep in minutes.

You dress sloppily and head for the exit. They say this is the walk of shame, but for you it feels more like the walk of pride.

You arrive back at your room, already planning on how to get fucked again…