Dirty Fun at a Formal College Party

It happened last week, but I keep thinking about it.

I go to one of those old, prestigious universities -- the kind with ivy-covered buildings, ancient dining halls, secret societies, and far too many formal parties. I'm on the competitive volleyball team. That means early mornings, relentless training six days a week, and a constant rotation of protein shakes and bruises.

But it also means one incredible perk: the annual sports society ball. It's legendary. Every varsity athlete from every sport shows up -- rugby players in tuxedos, rowers with their broad shoulders, lean swimmers, powerful boxers, graceful basketball players. And last week? That party went far beyond expectations.

I got ready with my teammate Anna -- heels, hair, everything. We weren't dressing to blend in. We wanted to turn heads. And when we walked through the gates of that 14th-century college garden... we knew we'd nailed it. We felt like stars on a silver screen. The party was outdoors, styled with a lavish, Great Gatsby-inspired elegance. And everyone, guys and girls, looked stunning.

A couple of hours in, I was sipping a gin cocktail with my teammates when I saw him. He was dancing with his friends to "Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?" -- and God, the answer was yes.

He was clearly having the time of his life -- laughing with his friends, relaxed, magnetic. I nudged Anna and nodded toward him.

"Look at him." I murmured.

She glanced over, then smirked. "Definitely a rugby player. That body doesn't lie."

She was right. I looked at his wide and muscular shoulders under the fit white shirt. And, oh God, those muscular, strong thighs. I couldn't help but imagine what those thighs could do -- what he could do -- and I felt a warm pulse deep inside me.

So Anna and I started dancing, slowly making our way closer to him and his friends, moving to the rhythm like it was all part of the plan -- which, of course, it was.

Then the DJ dropped "I Gotta Feeling," and suddenly the party exploded. Everyone around us was singing, jumping, laughing -- elegance melting into sweat and abandon. And in the middle of it all, the rugby boys pulled us into their circle.

Just like that, I was right beside him. Up close, he was even more devastating -- tall, powerful, and radiating heat like a fire under skin. When he reached out, took my hand, and spun me around, I caught a breath of his cologne -- dark, woody, intoxicating. I had the strong impulse to kiss his neck, to lick his chest. But I controlled myself.

Instead, after dancing with the group for a couple songs more, I leaned in and asked, "You thirsty?"

"So thirsty!" He replied with a smile,

We slipped away from the crowd, leaving the pounding music and our tipsy friends behind, and wandered toward the drinks table -- then kept walking, past the fairy lights and the trimmed hedges, until we were deep in the quieter parts of the garden.

Then we left our friends and the loud music and we took a walk around the garden. It was late. We got to talk. His name was Giovanni, Italian MA student in chemistry. And yeah. He was in the rugby team.

We talked. His name was Giovanni -- Italian, here for a master's in chemistry. And yes, of course, he was on the rugby team.

"Nah, I don't buy it," I teased, nudging him. "You're way too skinny for that."

He chuckled. "Oh yeah? Feel these babies."

He flexed his arm, inviting. I reached out, but just before I touched it, he pulled me in instead -- close. The move caught me off guard, and suddenly, our bodies were inches apart. I didn't hesitate. I kissed him.

It wasn't sweet. It wasn't shy. It was the kind of kiss that makes your knees weak and your stomach clench -- hungry, unfiltered, like he wanted to taste everything I had to give. And God, he could kiss. Sure, the technique was perfect, but that wasn't what made it unforgettable. It was the heat behind it.

Then his fingers slid into my hair, threading through the roots like he knew exactly how to undo me. When he tugged -- gently, but with purpose -- I felt it all the way down my spine. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his breath hot on my lips.

"God, you're so hot," he murmured -- and this time, the Italian accent in his voice came out thicker, rougher. He kissed my cheek -- a soft, teasing peck -- and somehow, that felt even dirtier. Like a promise. Like an anticipation.

We wandered toward a quieter corner of the garden where a set of oversized, inflatable slides stood -- ridiculous, out of place, and completely irresistible. We flew down the slide, laughing like kids, and tumbled into a heap at the bottom. My gown had ridden up -- far up. When I sat up, I realized my lacy thong was on full display. I instinctively reached to pull the dress down, cheeks flushed, but he caught my hand.

"No. Wait."

He moved his warm hand up my thigh, towards my pussy. I felt a wave of pleasure. But I glanced around, afraid someone could see us.

"It's a crowded party, isn't it?" He told me.

Then he fixed my gown, took my hand and guided me towards the edge of the garden, a part that was totally dark. I saw a very small wooden gate. He opened it: "Shall we see what's behind here?".

There was a very small piece of garden with some objects I couldn't see well, some oars (property of the rowing team, probably) and some deck chairs. He took one, opened it and sat down on it.

"Come here"

I obeyed.

"Sit on my lap"

I did. That italian accent...

I put my tongue into his mouth, my hand between his curly dark hair. His dick was so big, I could feel it through the thin layers of my thong and his trousers. So big, and it was growing. For a second I wondered if I could take it all. His hands on my boobs. He looked surprised.

"Wow. You keep all this well hidden, uh?"

He squeezed my boobs firmly. I decided to give him a little show. I stood up and untied my gown. Then, slowly, I took my panties off. I was completely naked. In front of him. Just a few steps from a party with more than a hundred people. I could see the lights of the party from that dark area of the garden. I could hear noises, laughs and music. Anyone could have come there and seen me standing naked on my heels, watching my nipples perking hard on my big tits. The probability of someone catching me in that scene was so real, it made me both slightly worried. And most of all, very very horny.

Giovanni's look was so lustful now. I understood he was making an effort to control himself now. So I took advantage of it. I knelt, took his cock out of his pants and started sucking it avidly. My impressions were right. He had a very big, girthy cock.

His balls were big and soft and I had fun sucking them. I played with them in my mouth. one at the time, while i was stroking his cock with my hands. He let his head fall back and grunted with pleasure. Then, regaining some willpower, he looked straight in my eyes and ordered:

"Now come sit on my dick."

I obeyed. I got closer to him, took his girthy cock in my hand, to guide the entrance of my wet pussy towards it.

I could hear the music from the party and I thought I saw a shadow of someone walking in our direction, but they kept walking straight. I eased myself onto his hard cock. I felt my vagina stretching on his big dick.

"Take it slow, baby. I know it's a lot."

I withdrew for a moment, then tried again. It was hurting a bit, but I was also extremely turned on and I wanted it in me. I repeated the movement three or four times, until all his girthy lustful dick was deep in my pussy. Completely. And my pleasure was out of control.

I started moving up and down on that thick stick, he was sucking my boobs.

"I can't believe how sexy you are. Give me your milk. I want to drink you."

His words sent my brain into a blackout. I came so hard. Afterwards, my pussy was so wet and the sound of our sex was so loud. I was conscious someone might hear us, but at that point, I didn't really care. I wanted his pleasure for me now.

"You're making me cum" he said with effort in his face

"Where?"

"On your tits."

I knelt and squeezed my soft boobs together. I felt his warm seed inundating my skin while he grunted with pleasure. With the white sticky cum dripping from my tits, I made them bounce and kissed the top of his big dick.

Then I wiped my boobs and put my gown back on. We kissed and went to join our friends again. Still dirty of sex and high on pleasure.