Ashley, a previous high school prom queen, with her bleached blonde hair and witch-hazel eyes, became the quintessential bombshell at the LSU after-game party. Her thick, curvy figure and apple-shaped ass had everyone's eyes on the prize. Her silky, porcelain skin was accentuated by the pink fishnets she wore, and her burgundy-painted toenails peeked out as she danced barefoot, having removed her cumbersome high-heeled boots earlier in the night.

Rikki, one of Ashley's girlfriends, had even removed her panties as she strutted around topless. And Ashley, a shy girl but not a girl to be easily outdone, stepped out of her blue-jean skirt, hooking it with a toe and flinging it across the floor toward a heap of other skirts, blouses, and bras belonging to various other partygoers. Then, she lifted her black shoulder-strapped top above her head and discarded it, revealing only her sheer bra and pink fishnets. Most of her close friends had grown accustomed to this standard of undress for Ashley at college parties.

But after several minutes of bumping and grinding under the disco ball, she retreats to the bathroom with her best friend, Laura. When she confidently reappears completely naked, she is both terrified and exhilarated, revealing a floral pelvic tattoo and trimmed heart-shaped pubic hair—two personal features known only to her five previous boyfriends until now.

The spectators immediately began jeering and whistling. All eyes in the room, especially the young men's eyes, were absorbed in watching Ashley's nude hips bump and grind on the dance floor, her blonde hair in shambles, her witchy, well-manicured hands cupping below her breasts and lifting them upward, followed by a slow finger probe of her pussy, her middle finger disappearing, then sucking the juices afterward, drawing the wet finger slowly through her rosy lipsticked lips.

At one point, Ashley pressed her naked backside against Abdullah's cock. Abdullah, a Middle Eastern gay man who was one of Ashley's favorite boyfriends, began play-acting by grabbing her hips and thrusting wildly against her backside as if he were a masculine man having sex with her. And it was difficult to tell from a distance whether his chubby cock might have accidentally penetrated her vagina. But in this state of drunken exhilaration, no one seemed to care. All in all, it was simply hot and sexy dancing that went on for several hours before the jacuzzi fun became an even hotter event.

While taking a short break from the disco floor, Ashley continued to stroll around the patio bare-ass naked with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other, talking and laughing with her college pals. The chlorine bleach from the jacuzzi filled the hot Louisiana night air as Ashley's well-manicured feet moved smoothly across the warm concrete patio, where she stopped briefly to bump hips with an old stripper girlfriend, Nicole. And as if rehearsed, both girls cupped their breasts simultaneously, accentuating their large areolas, and began to mirror each other's movements, tossing their legs high like Vaudeville dancers, dipping down to the floor, and spreading their ass cheeks. It was then that Ashley climbed atop a white sofa, placed both open palms firm against the wall, leaned in, and lifted herself on the balls of her pretty feet, giving Trey and all the other horny guys watching an enticing view.

Trey, who had been watching Ashley from afar, couldn't take his eyes off her apple-round ass, thin legs, and well-manicured feet. He had always been a footman, and there was something seductively intriguing about Ashley's smooth, white feet, which seemed to be slightly deficient in presenting a proper arch curve. And he was mesmerized by her Bohemian-style beauty, the regal way she carried herself, with every line and curve of her body screaming for sexual exploration. He caught her flashing him a full gypsy smile, her white teeth gleaming under the disco ball, as she cupped her breasts, leaned back against the wall, and propped her right foot against her left knee, her heart-shaped pubic hair a pleasing spectacle.

Trey's erection strained against the palm of his hand. Ashley's heart-shaped pubic hair and jasmine tattoo had him fantasizing about taking her from behind with an intensity he hadn't felt in years.

With one hand on the wheel, Trey made his way towards Ashley, and within seconds, they were kissing in the kitchen. And it was at this moment that Trey noticed the adorable freckles around her nose and cheekbones and the way she kissed in the old-fashioned way with little or no tongue swapping, which he wasn't sure he liked. But the lack of a bit of tongue-and-spit exchange was never going to slow the progression of events that lay ahead.

Ashley, feeling the sparks between them, reached out and grabbed Trey's cock, steering him toward the jacuzzi gently. The party had taken a more explicit turn, with several of Ashley's girlfriends already engaged in fucking on towels and chairs. And Ashley, feeling the sexual tension, leaned over the jacuzzi and propped her arms against the sides. She lit a cigarette and talked and joked with a naked couple, Pauline and Matt, about her unexpected crowning as prom queen during high school and how nervous she was giving her speech, her double-D breasts swinging freely.

Trey positioned himself behind Ashley's upraised white ass, his hands exploring the smooth curves, his heart pounding. Ashley closed her witch-hazel eyes and lifted her smooth heels to stand higher on her well-contoured tiptoes, while Trey maneuvered his cock into the best position to penetrate her pussy. And as Trey entered from behind, Ashley gasped only once but continued to draw on her cigarette, blow smoke, and exchange niceties with her nude friends, only making a tiger's face once when Trey's thrusts increased, exploding inside her. And as Trey released hot cum inside her pussy, his eyelids fluttered and his body shuddered for a few blissful seconds before he backed away, causing his erect penis to slip out in a seesaw motion, which was followed by the enthusiastic applause of Pauline and Matt.

Ashley, with a drink and a cigarette in hand, continued making her social rounds on the patio as if nothing had occurred, cum glistening from her inner thigh and her burgundy toenails gleaming under the disco lights. The nude dancing continued, with girls having orgasms and laughing, everyone drunk and rowdy. Sexy Laura was bouncing on her boyfriend's torso, his powerful cock sliding visibly in and out of her pussy. Several girls had dried cum on their skin and in their hair.

The fucking and sucking continued throughout the night, the hot, humid air rife with the distinct smell of sex and smoke, and the party reached a crescendo of drunken debauchery when Laura suggested a sexy game, where several of her close guy friends were selected to fuck both her and Ashley, as well as any other slut volunteers, in a standing dog position for a count of twenty seconds, which would of course be counted on a stopwatch. All participants were required to avoid squirting, and at the twenty-second mark, they had to pull out or face disqualification.

Laura began to write down on small pieces of paper all the names of all the willing male candidates and shuffled them together in a wide-brimmed, leopard-patterned hat: Blake, James, Chris, Amin, William, and Michael—but Michael's gay! Oh, no! Even sweet Michael was elected for the event! And the girls? Well, of course, Laura and Ashley were chosen, but two additional participants also stepped forward: Rikki and Elsa! Now there were four girls and six guys.

The four girls played a short round of beer pong to determine which girl would step forward first and in what exact order the other girls would follow. And first up was Ashley! She could never beat the other three girls when she was drinking Red Bull and rum. Maybe billiards, maybe a sleeping contest, but never beer pong.

So, Ashley takes the first noble step into the ring, positioning her porcelain-white feet a shoulder-width apart, her naked curves under complete examination. She leans cautiously over the stool, as if making sure it is still there, glances back over her shoulder, back at Laura, and back over her shoulder again, slapping her hands over her face—tits jostling—when the first name is read: "And first up is Michael!" Laura shouted in a clear, distinct tone, the entire room gasping and laughing. But Michael came prepared with his very own personal defense weapon: a dildo!

For many late hours into the night, this event was the penultimate chapter of the story. Everyone at the party, about twenty-five naked people in all, stood in a tight circle around a barstool and watched each of the four volunteer girls lean forward and take cock after cock after cock for what seemed to be a forever stroke. All the guys, including Trey, took their respective turns, some pumping frantically and others thrusting deep river style. And for everyone's safety and pleasure, a complimentary bowl of condoms was made available for this event. But only a few participants used them.

And poor Ashley, after being ravaged by several of her friends' cocks in this herky-jerky, revolving-door fashion, and after helping several of them finish off by hand (one guy exploding on her thigh), she located Trey—her alpha man—again. Standing on her tiptoes, she whispered in Trey's ear, "Do you like getting naked at every party?" And Trey, his cock already hard again, knew he was in for a wild ride. "Coz, I like it," she whispered, brushing the smooth sole of her right foot against the back of Trey's lower leg, kissing his lips, and then smacking his cock before turning to walk away.

Finally, by special request of the prom queen, the night ended with Trey fucking Ashley's ass on the white sofa by the jacuzzi, where a small audience of onlookers gathered to watch Trey's monstrous cock disappear into Ashley's well-oiled hole. Ashley's breasts were in full swing mode now, her toes curled into white-knuckled fists as she formed her most fierce LSU tiger face, her perfect white teeth clenched, as she braced her apple-sweet ass firmly against Trey's thrusts. He steadied himself by grabbing handfuls of the smooth flesh on Ashley's hips and applying more lube as needed.

"Fuck me!" she shouted. "Fuck me!" Ashley's witch-hazel eyes squeezed tight as she buried her lovely face into a bolster and made a garbled mess of squeaky, uncontrolled, and unintelligible vocalizations, the slapping echoes of flesh lifting high through the cigarette smoke and into the night sky above the pounding music. "Fuck me!"

Many onlookers were masturbating, the girls clapping to Trey's rhythms as both Ashley and Trey climaxed in succession, both of their bodies quivering with pleasure. Ashley, shaking, collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily, her mouth open, with a thin string of saliva bridging the bolster to her lower lip. "That was fucking wonderful!" she exclaimed, her smooth, athletic legs spread in a wide V for all bystanders to glimpse deep into her private waterways—a rather explicit posture for a previously shy beauty queen.

But as the first light of dawn became visible, the naked partygoers began to gather their belongings and disperse, leaving Ashley and Trey alone by the jacuzzi. Ashley, still naked, looked at Trey with her suppliant witch-hazel eyes and smirked. "Will you rub my feet now?" she asked in a childlike voice, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Trey, still recovering from the night's events, could only nod in agreement. Ashley plopped both feet into Trey's lap, and he began to knead the warm, smooth flesh, exploring every curve.