Wild Party Blog

Dale Dizzia is widely known for his party planning abilities. He’s the most acclaimed out of all of our buddies from high school, so we expect him to throw nothing short of a rager for our 10-year High School reunion at Marty’s pad. Yeah, Marty still lives in Hampton and we decided his house was the illest for a jumpoff that would leave chicks twisted and aching to get some cock inserted in them.

Right away, the party gets popping. Some of the chicks we used to stuff like thanksgiving turkeys back in the day arrive, but we’re waiting on a few guests that we haven’t had the pleasure of fucking the snot out of. We all talked before the party about the chance of invading a new slippery slit and getting the old days back. You know, when we used to fuck girls from behind in the high school locker rooms and heap one on their ass before the gym period ended. Wow, I’m getting old and these days seem out of reach.

Not tonight. Greg gets the sound system working and Tito is serving up drinks at Marty’s mini-bar, and I think this shit is getting pretty live. Lalilia, a spanish chick that only went to our school briefly shows up. Holy shit, we think to ourselves. She’s wearing tight-ass butt pants and is nothing short of a spanish smokeshow. I never remember her being this hot. I just remember getting high with her when we worked at the photo print shop after school. Man, I should have fucked her. Now’s the perfect time to make up for lost time and what a better place to do it than Marty’s basement. We get liquored up and re-live some old memories. I continuously tell her how beautiful she looks, feeling her ass through her spandex. She’s a physical trainer now, which explains how hot and fuck-crazy she’s become. She tells me that she’s a sex addict, that she goes to meetings to help calm down her fuck cravings. I tell her that I want to help her addiction in any way she can…

All of a sudden, she gets up close in my face and is staring at me eye-to-eye. Really? She asks, and I nod my head yes when she starts to get very aggressive and demanding. The wild party gets wilder after she strips to the bone and starts sticking my cock in her pussy after warming me up with a toothless blowjob. She’s lying all relaxed against the wall as I’m winding up and slamming it into her wet, steamy can. She’s screaming so loud that I have to cover her mouth so Marty doesn’t think someone’s dying in his basement. I continue to piledrive it to her when we switch positions. Now she’s bending over and letting me give it to her from the back. I think to myself, shit, I’ve wasted all my time being a bartender in the city when I should have just stayed local at the photo copy store and fucked the shit out of this horny as all hell spanish mami.

“Fuck me papi!” She screams as I begin delivering back shots while grabbing a big chunk of her ass and slapping it. I continue to fuck the shit out of her and I’m grabbing her thong and buttpants with authority right now. I tell her I’m going to cum, and right away she jumps in front of me as I eke out the jizz. She positions herself with her face right in front of my cock. She grabs it at the perfect time, as I cream into her mouth, filling it up. She takes one look at me, puts her hand back on my dick, and swallows my load.

Dale has once again allowed us to remember our past with this banging party. He’s also made us embrace the fuck-frenzy beast within us. I get Lalilia’s contact info before we leave and tongue her down before she departs. This is a butt blast from the past, I think to myself.