The Collegians

Hot, humid air hit Bridget as she entered the lakehouse from its mudroom. Double-fisting a pair of Solo cups, containing imported beer, the newest entrant dodged a drunken, topless brunette that ran out of from her right. A laughing, slim college boy quickly pursued her. His tented shorts acted as a compass toward the fleeing coed. Raising her head slightly toward her right, Bridget recognized the smell of weed wafting out of the room that she knew was Shelley's father's office. I'd best avoid that room.

Turning toward the left, the busty blonde walked into the spacious kitchen. Laughter rang out at the escapades of the two playful lovers, who chased each other around the kitchen island, before racing off to another room. Having left the high school half of the party down by the beach, Bridget realized as she scanned the kitchen that she'd entered the college portion of the party.

That didn't mean that there wasn't any crossover between the two age groups. That was clear from the person sitting at the head of the ten-person kitchen table. Alexis Laffont, the missing varsity cheerleader, sat topless as she dealt cards to her fellow players. Her perky B-cups topped with pinkish nipples held a hypnotic hold over the men at the table.

"Hey, Bee!" Alexis greeted. It was a touch too friendly for her, indicating that she'd already had a few drinks. "You wanna join in? We're playing strip poker!"

"In your swimsuits?" Bridget questioned, noting one older guy already showcased his barely average boner.

"It speeds up the game," grinned a handsome young man that Bridget didn't know.

"You should join in," offered another unknown man while he blatantly checked out the high school girl's curves. "You already brought me a beer. So hop on up," he suggested, patting his lap.

"Wolf!" snapped Brianna Ruckmier. A graduate from Honey Hollow High last year, Brianna's eyes clearly said that she didn't want Bridget joining the sexy game. The other girls all seemed to have similar feelings. "Bridget's too young to join in."

"Doesn't look young to me," the guy named Wolf responded, leaning over to try and pull Bridget towards him. Before he could get a good grip, another hand slapped his away.

"Leave her alone, Wolf," Hayden Peel warned.

"You got a thing for her or something?" growled the unhappy college student.

"No, but I'm friends with her sister. So back off," the usually jovial Hayden told his classmate.

"That shit don't count. C'mon here, babe," Wolf used his strength to push aside Hayden's protective arm.

Never one to be the damsel in distress, Bridget poured one of her two cups of beer all over the asshole's head. "You were right. I did bring you a beer." Then, lifting her foot, she gave a hard push that went Wolf back into his chair. "Have you seen Gabby, Alexis?"

"Nope," the dirty blonde answered, in-between laughing at her teammate's antics.

"Thanks for being a gentleman, Hayden," Bridget said, leaning over to kiss his cheek while staring at the rest of the table's occupants.

"Sure thing. Tell Beverly I said hi."

"Will do," replied the middle Fallon sister, adding an extra sway to her hips as she walked out of the kitchen. Crossing through a small hallway, Bridget followed the sound of the music. "Whoa."

The temperature of the oversized living room had been raised up literally and figuratively. As the seductive tones of Jodeci boomed in the background, dancers bumped and grinded, their skin glistening with sweat. While most swung their hips on the dance floor, others seated on the plush furniture engaged in a different sort of gyrating. Bridget didn't recognize the majority of the older revelers. One she did know slightly surprised her as June Hibbets dry-humped Blake Drammer while sitting on his lap and attacking his mouth. Bridget didn't know what surprised her the most about the two tongue warriors. They both had reputations as goody-goodies several years ago in high school, or that Blake had dated June's best friend all through high school.

Shaking her head, Bridget turned and saw two other girls a few years older than herself. At least, they're still in character; Bridget chuckled to herself as Sybil Singer and Rhian Fagan teased all the men in the room with a dirty dance number. Both girls had wild reputations back at Honey Hollow High, and they showed that college hadn't settled them down as their hands roamed over each other's bodies. The exhibitionists especially appeared to enjoy kisses where their exposed tongues barely touched, much to the delight of their spectators. Sybil's hands seemed magnetically drawn to Rhian's flimsily covered D-cups, while her friend countered by groping her tight ass.

"Care to join them?"

A shiver ran down Bridget's spine as she recognized the voice. Bracing herself, she slowly turned around while working to emit a steely demeanor. The eyebrows in front of her raised as the guy realized who he'd just hit on.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't little Fallon. You've certainly filled out rather....slutily."

"And you're still the same old creep as always, Clancy."

The insult didn't sit well with Clancy Klackhurst. Moving quickly, he rushed forward into Bridget's personal space. Planning to grab the mouthy bitch's hair, he instead was stunned to find her nails digging in his wrist.

"I'm not a little girl any longer, Klackhurst. I won't be intimidated by you or your family," Bridget stated coldly, staring into his eyes. "Back the fuck up, or I'm going to wreck some of your family's crown jewels just like my Daddy nearly did."

"Big word for a little girl who's all alone," sneered the latest spawn of the Klackhurst clan. A long line of cops, criminals, and corrupt cops, they held a mighty reputation in their own minds.

"I see you lived up to expectations by being dumb as a rock. I'm certainly not alone. You've walked into my domain."

"Your domain? You think I'm scared of a bunch of cheerleaders and high school brats," Clancy howled with enough laughter that he caught the attention of several partygoers.

"Gabby's going to be here any second. We both know what her father did to your uncle," Bridget reminded him. "Or should I get Sela? The Wynwicks would love to finally rid the town of your scumbag family. Or should I go get Harv? You know Harvey Diamond? The one that broke your nose a few years back for pawing at my sister."

"Bring them on. Maybe I'll call up my brothers and even my sister. She'd love to knock you around," Clancy said, but not quite as confident as Bridget pushed into his personal space. He knew the trouble that Seamus Fallon had caused his family in the past.

"Hey, wanna dance, Bee?" Monty Rusk appeared, hoping to diffuse the situation.

"This is none of your business, Rusk."

A sudden blow to his left foot caused Clancy to wince in pain. Hobbling on his good foot, the sleazy twenty-one-year-old felt himself get shoved backward. Before tumbling over a footrest that had suddenly appeared behind his legs, Clancy caught sight of Bridget holding her cup of beer between her teeth with her two arms extended. Crashing to the floor, Clancy cursed out at his attacker.

"Thanks, Sybil," Bridget told the girl who'd kicked the footrest behind the bothersome bully.

"Not a problem," the brunette responded while placing her wedge-sandal encased foot on Clancy's chest. "Time to hit the road, creep."

"This ain't your place, cunt," growled Clancy.

"No, but it is my friend's. So, get the hell out. Or I'll grab a few guys to throw your ass out."

Crawling to his feet, Clancy motioned to his two friends to follow him.

"You and your family better watch out, bitch," Clancy threatened as he left the room.

"My offer is still open, Bridget," Monty remarked, nodding to the dance floor.

"Thanks, but I'm looking for Gabby."

"Hmm, I saw her and Shelly talking earlier," Sybil replied, "I don't know where Gabby went, but Shelly said something about the pool."

"Okay, I'll try out there."

Gulping down the beer to calm her nerves, Bridget spotted a bottle of gin. Grabbing it, she headed out toward the pool in the back of the house. Walking outside, she felt the slightly cooler air hit her body. That's refreshing and--oh, gawd! Bridget paused as to her right, a pair straight-up fucked on a deck chaise. Fortunately, she didn't know the couple and kept on walking down the pool. In the lighted pool water, a group of about ten people frolicked. Spotting Cookie, Shelly's best friend, playfully kissing an adorable boy, Bridget hesitated to interrupt.

"Hey, Bee! Where you been?" slurred Cookie.

Still a lightweight as always, Bridget held back a giggle.

"Watching the chicken fight."

"Chickens? Shelly doesn't have chickens!" Her male friend softly said something into her ear. "Oh, the game! Boy, I better slow down."

While saying that, she lifted her red Solo cup and took a long sip.

"Who won?"

"Rachel beat Carmella."

"Really? Dammit, Erik, I wanted to see that," Cookie complained, slapping Erik lightly on his arm.

Erik played it perfectly by faking a severe injury, freaking out Cookie. She eagerly agreed to kiss his arm to make it better, which swiftly turned into shoving her tongue down his throat.

"Uh, Cookie, have you seen Shelly?" Bridget inquired, feeling incredibly awkward as she stood on the edge of the pool as five couples plus one extra girl made out. A black pair of swim trunks landed with a splat about a yard from her foot. A red bikini top soared through the air, landing in a bush.

"Around here," Cookie barely got out between moans while twirling her hand in the air. The straps of her bikini came down, signaling to Bridget that it was time to leave.

Eager to get away from the burgeoning pool orgy, Bridget reluctantly headed over to the pool house. It stood directly across from where she exited the vacation home. Just before reaching the doorway, she had to duck a pair of white bikini bottoms that shot past her.

At least, I can hide in here for a second if I have--holy shit!

Time escaped Bridget as her vision blurred, and she felt light-headed, along with a sudden feeling of warmth that spread across her upper body. Sweat broke out across her face, neck, and chest to cool her down while her heart raced. Lower down on her body, a different type of moisture appeared, along with neverending electric quivers. Struggling to stay standing, her left hand automatically shot out to grip the door frame.

Whether it could be called a standing blackout or a hot flash, Bridget would never know. Through blurry eyes, the inflamed blonde's mind began to decipher the scene before her eyes.

Sprawled across a daybed to the left side of the room, three fuzzy images appeared locked in sexual bliss. As the rutting visions cleared somewhat, Bridget could tell that an athletic, chiseled god stood next to the end of the daybed. A gigantic javelin speared in and out of a busty blonde on all fours. The pleasure she felt from the pounding rang around the room, even if it came out muffled from between a pair of toned thighs. Lying on her back, a lithe brunette shrieked as her arms gripped the daybed's sideboard behind her head.

While her vision slowly came back, Bridget's hearing kicked into full gear. Loud slaps of flesh slamming against flesh exploded across the room. My gawd! The power! Muffled moans, shrieked groans, and screeching sounds of metal bounced off of the walls. Kicking into overdrive, Bridget's eyes sent images, and her ears sound to her brain, where the synapses flared to life. As the realization hit her, so too did the awe. His pounding is so powerful that it's moving the daybed...with two women on it! The movement might be only minuscule, maybe a millimeter per thrust, but it left Bridget awestruck and open-mouthed. Feeling a gasp coming, she went to move her right hand to her cover her mouth, only to find it sat there already. When did that happen?

"Oh, gaaawwwwddddd!"

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuuuckk meeee!!!"

"You like that? You like my big cock? Tell me!"

"I LOVE your big, fat COCK!!!"

"Eat me, bitch. Eat me!"

The chorus of noise all blended together to Bridget. Still wholly unable to lift the fog that muddled her mind, the aroused voyeur's hand slid down her neck, then along her upper chest, before cupping her bikini-clad breast. Squeezing the entire globe, Bridget bit her lip and ground her thighs together. Feeling as if she's stumbled into her very own porno, Bridget felt another feeling nag at her discombobulated brain. Something feels familiar, almost like déjá vu.

"You wanna join in?" a voice whispered into her ear.

Under any other circumstance, Bridget would've jumped and screamed in fright, but with her mind fogged over, she barely flinched. Turning her head, she saw Gabby peering over her shoulder with a lusty grin.

"Damn, that looks like fun. Who is it?"

The voice of her friend and mentor caused Bridget's brain fog to dissipate. Shaking her head to clear the last of the cobwebs away, Bridget whispered that she didn't know. Both turned to watch the torrid threesome. With another start, Bridget realized that the daybed had moved several feet from the spot it had been when she first hit the doorway.

The brunette on her back should've been the easier identity to ascertain, but her head writhed from side to side, sending her black hair all over her face. If this had been a straight high school party, then the blonde buried in her the brunette's muff might have been simpler to narrow down. Not very many girls at their school had tits that big. But she could be one of Shelly's friends from college. The nagging feeling of the man being familiar gnawed at Bridget. For some unexplained reason, the way he fucked struck a chord in memory. If only he would turn his head a little more.

A high-pitched keening drew the two voyeurs' attention back to the black-haired third of the threesome. The head writhing side-to-side finally went back instead, flinging her wet hair back enough to reveal her identity. Angelica Bruno. Former Sugarbee captain and Carmella's even bitchier older sister.

"Eat me! Fucking eat me! Ohhh, you're so good at this bitch. I can't believe it's YOU that's making me feel sooooo good!"

"Finish the slut off!" the manly god growled at the blonde he continually pounded. "Suck my cum out of her!"

"Harv!" Bridget gasped, recognizing the voice. Just like the flick of a light switch, it all made sense.

Once again, Bridget's mind left the pool house, transporting her back to the time when Harvey dated Beverly. The younger sister had come home after school, expecting the place to be empty. A series of moans had startled her. Although worldly enough to know what those sounds could be, Bridget instead thought that her father had been hurt again during one of his cases. Worried that another trip to the ER might be necessary, the concerned daughter raced upstairs.

That the moans came from Beverly's room should've alerted her that it likely wasn't an injured Seamus Fallon. Barreling into the room, the teenager had halted with such **** that she'd almost fallen over. Spread out on the pink bed in her girly room, Beverly showed her younger sister a side that she'd never seen before. Naked, a pair of breasts that Bridget instantly envied, jiggled back and forth. With her feet pointed toward the ceiling, Beverly spewed filth that even her father's sketchy friends never used. And at the center of the lurid action, a Greek god pistoned a prodigious prick in and out of the usually reserved blonde.

"Ge-getting close, my lovely," Harvey announced.

"You gonna...sperm me?"

"Wh...ever you want," came through gritted teeth.

"Sperm my belly, sperm it goo--BRIDGET! Get OUT!!!!" Beverly screamed, catching sight of her younger sister standing slackjawed in her bedroom.

"Nnnnngghhh!" Harvey grunted, unable to hold back his orgasm despite his shock and embarrassment over Bridget catching them. So he finished his girlfriend's wish and yanked his cock out of her tight pussy and shoved it into her mouth. All the while, he waved at the teenager to get out of the room.

"I'm cuuummmminnng!!!"

The scream from Angelica didn't snap Bridget out of her daydream. No, what broke the lusty memory was Gabby's gasp of "Holy Fuck!"

Swinging her head around to face her friend, Bridget saw that Gabby's eyes were locked on the daybed scene. She kept on mumbling "No fucking way" over and over. Turning back, Bridget saw that the blonde had raised her head after bringing off Angelica.

"No fucking way," Bridget copied, recognizing the busty blonde.

Cynthia McCracken.

Rachel's older sister. Former co-captain of the cheerleading squad. The mortal enemy of Angelica Bruno.

"There I did it," Cynthia spat, turning her head to face Harvey but not noticing her sister's two friends. "Now, pound me, Harv."

"Shit, I've been doing that, Cyn."

"I want the real deal. Give me the Diamond Dicking," growled the slutty blonde. "I fucking earned it."

"You think you can handle it?" Harvey questioned in a cheeky voice.

"You know I can. We were meant for this."

"Fuck her, Harv. Ruin her pussy like you wrecked mine," Angelica urged. "Show her she's nothing special. Shoot your spunk so hard it comes out her nose."

"Shut up, bitch!" Cynthia added with a slap to her enemy's cheek.

THWACK

"I'm the one that does the slapping around her," Harvey bellowed after slapping Cynthia's ass.

"Omigawd!" Gabby shrieked at what she saw next. Harvey pulled back until only the tip remained inside Cynthia's cunt, allowing the aroused Latina to see his cock in its magnificent glory for the first time.

"FUUUCCCKKKK!!!!" screamed Cynthia as the ravishing rod filled her back up wholly.

"Hey! Get the fuck out of here!" Angelica shouted, alerted to the voyeurs by Gabby's cry. "This isn't a party--oh, fuck."

"What? Who? Gabby? Bridget? Oh, shit! Rachel's never going to let this down," Cynthia moaned, catching the sight of her sister's BFF and another friend.

"You? Carm's going to **** me!"

"Bridget? Wha...no, not again," Harvey stammered, seeing the young woman he thought of as almost a sister. "Get out of here!"

"Sorry!" Gabby apologized, pulling Bridget out of the doorway.

Scrambling away, neither girl noticed the partygoers in the pool were engaged in a full-blown orgy.

"Jesus Christ, did you see that monster?!" Gabby squealed. "I'd heard rumors, but..."

"I-I can't believe it."

"I know! Harvey's cock is incredible--"

"What? No, I meant about Cynthia and Angelica," Bridget clarified her disbelief.

"Oh, yeah. I think hell might have frozen over. Rachel and Carmella don't like each other, but those two absolutely despise each other," Gabriela chuckled. "I'd say that Harvey has a silver tongue, but it's more like his cock is a miracle worker."

"Gabs!"

"What? It's true. Shit, the government should send him overseas as a peacemaker," cracked the older cheerleader. "I'm going to need to sample that monstrous member one time or a hundred."

"Gawd, you're such a size queen!"

"So? The man I marry better be a giant," Gabby responded. Then she wondered why Bridget didn't seem quite as impressed by Harvey. "Hey, why aren't you freaking out over Harvey's huge rod?"

"I'm not like you."

"Bullshit! You almost as bad as me," Gabby remarked, stopping to stare into her protégé's eyes. "You're hiding something."

"No, I'm not."

"You are! Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

"Fine. I've seen Harvey like that before."

"What? You have? When? Wait, did you fuck him?"

"No!" Bridget denied. "I walked in on him and Beverly a time or two."

"A time or two! Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"Because it's embarrassing. That's why only Tinny and Cass know."

"There was nothing about seeing that schlong that's embarrassing," Gabriela firmly stated.

"Yeah, whatever," Bridget blew off. Noticing that they'd headed away from the lake house, she questioned, "Hey, where are we going?"

"To the gazebo."

"Huh?"

"To get fucked."

"What?!"

"Well, I plan on getting fucked, but if you want to be a prude, then I'll take on two guys."

"Gabs, what are you babbling about?" Bridget asked.

"For someone so smart, you can be slow at times," Gabby sighed. "You've been to the gazebo before. So what's over there?"

"A hot tub?"

"Exactly! Shelly took three known studs from Arbor Corners over for us to fuck," Gabby revealed, a slight grimace forming. "Actually, we better hurry. I wouldn't put it past Shelly to start without us."

"What if I don't want to?" Bridget protested as Gabby tugged her across the lawn

"Sweetie, if after what we just saw doesn't make you want to fuck, then you better join a convent."