This story is the third part of a series. The first two stories are the Summer Fling and Donna’s Campus Visit. A fourth story, Pinch Hitter also provides a good background for this story.

It was the Halloween weekend of my junior year at the largest university in PA. This meant parties galore on Saturday night. If I played my cards right, there would be horny drunk coeds looking for the same thing I was looking for, fast and easy sex.

I was never one to put a lot of effort into a Halloween costume. So, I went Halloween party hopping as a baseball player. A novel approach, since I was on the school baseball team. My costume consisted of my uniform shirt, ball cap, and eye black under my eyes.

I hit a few parties with a couple of buddies. We had beers while we scoped the talent. Eventually, I ended up at one of the frat houses just off campus. With a Rolling Rock in my hand, I spotted a familiar face dressed as a fairy princess. It was Lynda, the daughter of the MILF, Donna, that I have been boning since this summer. Lynda was a cheerleader back at my high school which was about two and a half hours from campus. Needless to say, I was surprised to see her, and curious to know why she was here.

So, I made my way over to the large trash can of grain alcohol punch where Lynda was filling her cup. I tapped her on her shoulder and said, “Busted, little high school princess!”

Lynda turned, and her eyes got wide, even through the glittered princess mask that went from her nose to her eyebrows. She blushed and said, “Oh my God, Lefty! What are you doing here?”

I replied, “Uh, I go to school here, remember. The real questions are what are you doing here? How did you get here? Does your Mom know that you are here? And how much of that grain alcohol punch have you had?”

Lynda looked at me sheepishly and said, “Please don’t ever tell my Mom you saw me up here. She would kill me.”

Now, I started wondering, “does she know that I am fucking her Mom?” So, I said, “When would I tell your Mom?”

Lynda said, “Don’t you still work at the ACME grocery store on your Christmas breaks?”

I thought, “Whew, I dodged that embarrassing conversation.”

I replied, “Oh, yeah, I do. But, in all likelihood, I will get plastered tonight and won’t remember Halloween by then.”

We both laughed. I said, “Ok, that answers does your Mom know you are here? What about, how did you get here? What are you doing here? And, how much punch have you had?”

She said, “I have only had three cups before this one. It’s very sweet and not boozy at all.”

I said, “Uh, that stuff will soon kick in and you will be sloshed. Let’s go find a place to sit down.”

We walked down the hall and opened the door to a large room that had four two seater love seat couches in each corner. The room was dimly lit. We could see a couple seated in the far corner on the right. The other three were open. I led us to the couch diagonally across from the other couple to keep some privacy. While it was hard to see details, it appeared they were engaged in a make-out session.

We sat down and chatted. I learned that Lynda came to campus with her friend, Chrystal, who had a boyfriend up here at school. This was supposed to be Lynda’s weekend with her Dad, but her Dad made plans to go out of town with his new girlfriend. Dad thinks Lynda is at Chrystal’s house. And, she will be there by the time he comes home tomorrow evening for her pickup. Chrystal and her boyfriend sort of left Lynda to fend for herself at the party. The boyfriend lives in this frat house, and Lynda will eventually be crashing on the floor in his room.

As Lynda and I were chatting, I couldn’t help but see she was the spitting image of her Mom, just twenty or so years younger. She was pretty with blue eyes and shoulder-length blonde hair. As she was a cheerleader, she was very fit and had a considerable rack.

During our conversation, Lynda asked why I never asked her out over the summer. When I told her there her Mom kept insisting that I was too old each time I tried to flirt, Lynda said, “Well, she is quite overly protective. But, you and I are closer in age than you might think. I was very sick when I was in first grade. I missed a lot of school, so I was held back that year. So, even though I am still in high school, I just turned eighteen last month.”

“Well, happy belated birthday!” I replied.

Then I don’t know if it was the grain-spiked punch that started kicking in, or if Lynda just needed to vent, but Lynda started talking about how her Mom has kept her from being able to have a boyfriend. She told me she had only ever been on a few dates with a couple of different boys, and that she had only really made out with one boy on two different occasions.

Both times were right in front of her house at the end of the date. The second time, the boy had felt her up a bit over her shirt and put his hand between her legs over her jeans. Her Mom happened to be coming home, and so they quickly said goodnight. That boy is now dating a different girl at school.

So, I put my arm around her and said, “You are such a pretty girl. It’s hard to believe you don’t have a flock of guys chasing you around.”

She said, “Lefty, my Mom makes sure they stay away. It’s cause she got pregnant with me very young and so she is so damn protective. But, I like kissing and I sorta liked when I got felt up.”

I took off her princess mask, laughed, and said, “If you don’t tell your Mom, I will make out with you and feel you up.”

Now, I didn’t want her to tell her Mom because I still wanted to fuck her Mom. And, she didn’t want me to tell her Mom because she was going to end up grounded for life for being at a college frat party. So, it was a win-win negotiation.

Lynda giggled and turned her head upward. I kissed her very softly. I then pulled back and smiled. Lynda smiled as well. I kissed her again, and we started to French kiss. When Lynda put her arms around my neck, I began feeling up her titties through her fairy princess costume. She had no bra on, so I could feel her nipples hardening. As I squeezed a nipple, Lynda moaned into my mouth.

I broke the kiss and whispered into her ear, “You know, a lot of girls like their nipples sucked. Would you like me to do that?”

Lynda bit her lip and nodded. I began kissing her again and unzipped the costume which ran right down from her neck between her tits to her navel. Lynda’s tits were now being caressed and fondled to the touch of bare skin for the first time.

Lynda was moaning and squirming. I positioned my right knee between her legs, and she started grinding herself into my leg. I kissed and licked my way down her neck and chest until I got to her breasts. Once there, I ensured to leave a hickey on the underside of each boob as a souvenir. I then sucked each nipple lightly first, and then gradually harder.

Lynda responded to her nipples being sucked by grinding harder into my knee and panting. I kissed my way back up to her mouth, and she shot her tongue deep into my mouth. After a bout of tonsil hockey and nipple tweaking, I broke the kiss and whispered into her ear, “You said you liked it when the boy rubbed your crotch through your jeans. Can I rub you there?”

Lynda kissed me deeply and took my right hand and put it between her legs. This princess outfit had a tutu as a skirt and something that had snaps as underwear. Later in life, I would learn this was called a teddy.

Her teddy was soaked. I suspect that Lynda had already orgasmed while grinding into my knee. As I rubbed her crotch through the teddy, Lynda was raising her hips upward so I would be applying more pressure. I decided she must have wanted more. I unsnapped the teddy and inserted first one then two fingers into her very tight pussy. I truly didn’t need to provide much motion because Lynda was bucking like a bronco back and forth against my hand. I began sucking her nipples again. Lynda pulled my head close to her chest and began shaking. I now started fingering her hard to push her completely through her orgasm.

When she stopped shaking, I kissed her deeply while lightly rubbing her clit. I stopped kissing her and whispered into her ear, “You know a lot of girls like to be kissed between their legs. Would you like me to do that for you?”

Lynda said, “Ok.”

I got on my knees in front of her and opened her legs. She had her pussy juices on the inside of both her thighs that extended to her knees. I licked both of her inner thighs and finally began my tongue assault on her pussy. It didn’t take long, and she was grinding so hard against my nose that my eyes were watering.

Once she came, I kissed my way back up to her mouth. I broke the kiss and whispered into her ear, “ Did you like the way that I made you feel?”

She cooed, “Oh God, yes.”

I asked, “Would you like to make me feel that way too?”

She said, “Yes, but I don’t know how?”

I replied, “Can I show you?”

She nodded, and I pulled my pants down to my knees. I took her hand and wrapped it around my hard cock. I then wrapped my hand around hers to show her how to stroke me. She said, “My gosh, it’s so hard and hot!”

I kissed her and told her she was making me feel good. After a while I whispered into her ear, “It really feels good when a girl sucks on it. Would you suck on it for me?”

She said, “I have never even held a dick before, I am not sure I can do it.”

I started fingering her again. First with one finger, then two, and then three fingers. As she started to cum, I whispered into her ear, I need you to suck me so that I can feel like that too.”

I then pulled my fingers from her pussy and inserted all three into her mouth. I whispered, “Clean my fingers with your tongue while I move my hand back and forth.”

As she did that, I whispered, “Now get on your knees, and do the same thing with my dick.”

She said, “Ok.”

She got on her knees and gave me her first blow job. It was a little teethy, but it got the job done. I shot a load into her mouth which I think took her by surprise as most of my cum ended up on the floor.

Lynda asked if she made me feel good. I said, “Lynda, there is no such thing as a bad blow job. They only range from good to great! For a first time, this was very good. And, remember, no one has ever gotten pregnant from giving a blowjob.”

We both laughed, straighten our clothes up and headed back to the party. We ultimately kissed goodnight. And, I started thinking how this upcoming Thanksgiving break might now be a little tricky.