Uno Mas. | 2016

We sat there on the floor of a cheap apartment, all 6 of us all in the MBA graduate program at Brandeis university, determined to spend the evening drinking cheap hooch and releasing the pressure of a brutal week.

As the bottles emptied and the subject eventually turned to sex, our host/instigator (a romanian ex-pat with alabaster skin and fantastic tits) insisted we play truth or dare.

After a couple of warm-up rounds consisting of a little girl-on-girl, guy-on-girl, guy-on-guy kissing and some minor displays of self-abuse (ie. nude mastabatory exhibitions set to classic orchestral works by some of the more depraved french composers) and after a few more bottles of cheap red wine passed around the room, we knuckled down to some serious perversion.

Karina was a tightly wound explosion of a woman, with warm freckled skin the color of creamed coffee and reddish curly hair, the product of Venezuela's 300 year history of spanish conquest, a glorious combination of high Andes and spanish nobility.

She was an elite of the Venezuelan social hierarchy, sent to America for finishing school. Her gymnastic skills were only equaled by her enthusiasm. We had met several times before socially. Karina was always a tease, biting her lower lip and squeezing the bicepts of men she talked to, while with women she would typically sneak up behind and bit them, hard, on the earlobe from behind. Karina found this hilarious.

The truth or dare game progressed with stakes growing higher; Amanda, a petit Chinese-Scottish girl from Hawaii was dared to strip nude and bring herself to climax in front of us. She complied, flushing bright red, with patches showing on her cheeks, throat, thighs and ass. Her breasts were small but her nipples cut tight arcs in carpeting as her hour-glass figure wiggled. After a few minutes of furious diddling, she ground her face into the carpet, moaning. We applauded as she rolled upright and took a bow, rejoining the circle after pulling on a sweater but ignoring the pants. "I like it like this," she said, eyes bright and snatch flushed.

The dice spun again and the game continued, this time landing in the lap of Karina, who only bit her lower lip and grinned, already hot from the earlier action and eager to play: "strip and shower for the group". Without complaint, Karina wriggled out of her v-neck and cotton yoga pants, delightfully void of underwear, and stalked barefoot towards the apartment's closet-sized bathroom, her wide hips swinging back an forth. The rest of us slack-jawed at her perfect skin and the artful display of depilatory talent our friend had displayed for the first time.

We crowded around the shower stall, uncomfortably close in the confined space, but unwilling to miss the show. Karina turned the knobs and down flushed warm water over her red curls, round curves and glistening sex as she stretched and flexed for us.

After several minutes and a half-cup of foaming soap application, she looked at the remaining 5 of us.

"Doesn't anyone want to join me?" she said, running her hands down the outside of her breasts, with eyes large and her unmistakable latin accent. "Don't you?" she asked me, slipping a hand down over the mound of her vagina, blinking at me.

"You bet!" I said, removing my pants fast enough to break the sound barrier and shatter windows for three blocks around.

My enormous, painful erection leapt upward, signaling my interest like a giant, throbbing upvote.

Our well-endowed romanian hostess Gabriella squeaked happily, "that is a BIG DICK" and gave it a friendly thwack, causing it to bob up and down like the metronome at the Boston Symphony Orchestra.

Shyly, I climbed into the shower and made a scholarly study of the shampoo rack, even as the latina bombshell cupped my balls and slid a sly hand up and down my shaft in a testing stroke.

"That's a big rod for a white boy" she purred, pulling herself up my leg and flexed her thighs tightly as she slid up and down.

I squeezed her neck gently and pulled her in for a kiss, the remaining four of our group cheering (and stroking themselves, in various states of disrobe).

We lubricated: three different shampoos, two different conditioners, one bar of exotic coconut oil, it made no difference. Front to back, back to front, up high, down low, I stroked my cock on every inch of her skin, teasing out our display.

"That's enough," Karina said after 5 minutes, snatching closed the shower curtain and dismissing our voyeurs.

She sank to her knees and took my cock in her mouth, her beautiful brown eyes smiling up at me. She swallowed, convulsively, her nose touching my belly as she completely encompassed my cock, and she began gently stroking in and out the tip of her tongue tracing the underside of my manhood.

The shower water traced traced down off my chest and flooded across my belly, creating a rush at the terminus of my cock, channeling all of the water into Karina's face.

She choked on the rush, warm water flooding her. She stood up, gripped my cock in one and and stood on her tiptoes.

"Mas" she whispered, stroking my cock, "mucho mas".

I placed my hands on the walls of the shower stall, and leaned forward, pushing the tip of my cock forward, nuzzling into the warm wet squeeze of her cunt.

"Ai. Ai. Ai!" she moaned, as I pressed deeper and deeper in into her snatch. I reached up and grabbed and handful of red-brown curls and pulled, one hand on her hip, the other hand lifting her upward, driving her up with each thrust, on to her toes, stretching her long from hip to shoulder as I pounder away from below.

Our wet fucking became a roar in his of the shower, her, screaming in spanish I didn't understand, with the occasional cheer coming from the other room when a particularly loud scream would penetrate the room.

My intensity grew. I slid both my hand upward, twined in both her palms and spread her as far as I could, my cock sliding in the rich wet confines of her cunt, pulling all the way out, sliding up and down the curves of her fantastic bottom, playing the tip of her asshole, and plunging back into sloppy wet of her sex.

I reached back and cranked the temperature of the shower up to scalding, and the hot water raced down on both of us, pinking our skin and making us fight for position. She broke free from our reverse fucking, whipped around to face me. She grabbed my fiercely in one hand and squeezed while she gave me the devil's grin.

"al frente, pendeho" she whispered, squeezing even tighter.

I turned off the water and she led me, by the balls, to the floor of the bathroom, forcing me to the bottom. She slid on top of me, slick with sweat and moisture from the heat, grasping my neck with one hand and stroking her pussy with the other.

"rapido" she whispered, bucking her hips against mine. We fucked; we fucked more, we continued to fuck, we conjugated the entire verb, in every position, in every hole.

At one point, somebody from the other room must have felt guilty because they cracked open the door and threw in a handful of condoms, but it was way too late for that. At a rough estimate, 83% of the visible surface of that bathroom was covered in cum or vaginal fluid.

From here, I can remember nothing distinct, only 3rd person accounts, reconstructed from accounts gathered from people 2 rooms away.

We fucked. The carpet shredded. We fucked. The perfumes and gels fell from the walls. We fucked. The windows cracked. We fucked. The hot water ran out. We fucked. The fire alarms went off. We fucked. The rest of the party gave up and went home. We fucked.

At some point, several hours later, I awoke, spread-eagle on a bathroom floor with the shambles of a proper debauch around me. A gorgeous coffee-skinned woman, with her cheek rested on my thigh, gamely tried to stir my cock back to attention with her tongue. She making small comforting sounds like a sleepy animal and stroked my balls.

"Uno mas?" she teased, arching her back.

"Uno mas" I agreed, grabbing a shampoo bottle.