The party was definitely wild, with plenty of loud music and an equal amount of alcohol. The pool behind the frat house was stuffed with people, and even though it was nearly midnight, there was plenty of eye candy in the form of bikini-clad sorority babes from the university and a nearby college "tanning" in the moonlight.
There was definitely no way to even attempt to meet everyone at a party like this, so I simply made my way from one group to another, chatting with friends and politely (I hope) hitting on the sorority girls I knew were single – after all, a confrontation with a drunk babe's drunk boyfriend could be quite nasty.
I was not at all surprised when Nate hailed me at one point, but the crowd was so thick that it took nearly five minutes to reach him.
"Code 21," he informed me with a grin I instantly returned.
There was a small group of us who simply loved having our way with the sorority girls who came to our parties, especially the ones who came from the nearby colleges and universities. With the plentiful alcohol at one of our parties several years before I came to the university, it was quickly revealed that some of the sorority girls had a fantasy of being drugged and taken advantage of when they were unable to do anything about it, and so our parties became the "open secret," with guys from our fraternity and others coming to the party in hopes of watching and even filming such interactions, and the girls literally signing up to be taken advantage of when they could least resist. This was the first year that we allowed sorority girls from other campuses to participate, which also meant that instead of only two or three rooms, all the upstairs rooms were made available for this purpose, which had become known on our campus as "Code 21."
"Which room?" I asked, both eager for this night being my turn to participate in Code 21 and wanting to get away from the loudest of the pounding bass surging through the speakers.
"Yours is in your room," Nate returned with a big grin. "Seems fitting to me!"
After a quick fraternity handshake and setting the dregs of my beer aside, I headed upstairs, needing to press between a pair of hot-looking babes on the staircase and inwardly grinning as I felt their breasts against my back and my chest at the same time.
My head was spinning a little as I reached the door to my room. It was thankfully a single, so I would not need to "perform" for an audience. It was also nice that I'd be having my way with some hot-looking sorority girl on my own bed, which also meant that I would not need to go far to get my camera if I so desired.
On opening the door, I was not surprised to find someone passed out on my bed. What did surprise me was that she was wearing a beautiful elaborate colorful mask, one which reminded me of Carnival masks in some parts of the world. The tallest feathers on the mask were pressed against the headboard, and even stranger, there were small black patches over the eyeholes, which could be particularly good in case the girl began to regain consciousness much earlier than anticipated given the drug we usually used.
I smiled to myself as I shook my head. Nate had mentioned earlier in the week that he had a surprise for those participating in Code 21 at this party, and clearly this was it. His girlfriend was definitely connected in many ways, so certainly he acquired the mask through her, and most likely any other babe unconscious on an upstairs bed during the party would also be wearing a similarly-beautiful mask with the eyeholes covered. The anonymity created by the mask added to the moment.
I closed and locked the door and instantly retrieved the digital camera. I admired her through the viewfinder, noting the ample breasts and the well-shaped legs. I did not see any identifying markings on her, and I did not recognize the clothes, especially since she was not wearing anything sorority- or college-/university-related. The frizzy hair seemed familiar, but being a dark shade of purple, I could not place it amongst anyone I knew from campus. Her purse had been hung on a bedpost, so I could easily have checked her I.D., but there was no point: This was clearly intended to be a scenario of anonymous sex, so there was no point in trying to determine her identity.
After snapping a few pictures, I went to the laptop and lifted the lid, bringing it back to life. A few moments later, the Webcam was pointed toward the bed and was recording everything to the hard drive so I could watch it later and perhaps even post the edited result online as I had done several times in the past.
Something seemed to be missing, and a moment later, I realized what it was: bondage. Minutes later, her wrists and her ankles were secured within padded hospital-style restraints tethered to the sturdy wooden bedposts.
Restrained and unconscious, the mystery babe was truly vulnerable, yet she would not have signed up to be part of Code 21 unless she had truly wanted this as well. Pushing up her black t-shirt with an anime-style gothic lolita girl revealed a front-hook blood-red bra which was soon opened and the cups parted to reveal soft breasts with pink nipples. In my shorts, I was beginning to harden and lengthen, and as I pushed up her denim miniskirt and pulled aside her black thong to reveal a pristinely-shaven pussy, my mouth began to water as I anticipated tasting her.
I undressed, ultimately freeing a stiffening erection. Stroking myself, I used my free hand to grip a breast, noting the heat and especially the nipple beneath my palm.
She stirred slightly, which was not uncommon for the unconscious women participating in these scenarios. But it also made me wonder if she may be slowly rising back to consciousness, much sooner than expected – or perhaps she had been on my bed for some time before Nate had been able to find me.
Just in case, I changed tactics, perching between her spread legs and beginning to lick. Her taste was tangy with a hint of extra sweetness, pointing toward a sugary diet – not unlike several of the sorority girls I knew. As I licked and fingered her, she began to move a little more, a soft sound rising above the noise from downstairs to indicate that she was indeed regaining consciousness, and I was definitely very thankful for the mask's covered eyeholes.
Her inability to see allowed me to relax, to take my time with her and not hurry things along. That also allowed her to regain full consciousness, whimpering and moaning, moving against my mouth and the trio of penetrating fingers. My free hand returned to her chest, pinching and rolling a nipple between my fingers in a way which her sounds demonstrated that she truly enjoyed.
On the other side of the wall, I heard the impassioned cries of some unknown babe who had also apparently regained consciousness. If it was indeed Victor in that room, then she would definitely end up with a facial, since he had an agreement with his girlfriend that he could continue participating in Code 21 only if he promised to never finish inside anyone but her.
My mystery woman had definitely gained full consciousness. She was breathing hard, moaning a lot as she pulled at her bonds. I could not tell if the bondage scared her or added to her arousal, but at least she did not start protesting the fact that she could not move very much.
A loud wailing cry penetrated the wall, hopefully loudly enough that I would be able to hear it again when I watched the recording from the Webcam later. That sound inspired me to redouble my efforts, to make this bound babe react in a similar manner.
She did, pulling harshly at her bonds as her lust flowed freely from her body. I savored her taste, and as she lay limp and panting in the aftermath of her climax, I moved into position, stroking myself with my wet hand, dipping my head to briefly kiss her, a kiss which she returned enthusiastically, and I swallowed her softer moan as I teased her with the tip of my thick lust.
When I finally entered her dripping passage, I was purposefully swift, taking advantage of her blind vulnerability to surprise her. Soundlessly, her lips opened wide in a scream which no one could hear, and I tried to imagine what color her eyes were as they would certainly be open wide beneath the eyehole coverings. Since I could not look into her eyes, I watched her breasts as they shook atop her chest from the quickening pace, and soon the bedposts were slapping the wall as she pulled at the restraints and proved that she was an enthusiastic screamer.
"Whoever's in there's givin' it to 'er good!" I heard someone comment loudly as he passed by my locked door. I kept giving it to her, relenting a few times so I could catch my breath and last a little longer but using a thumb to toy with her clitoris and not allow her a moment of rest. Bound and blindfolded, there was nothing she could do to stop me from playing her like an instrument and making her sing the songs of lust.
When at last I could wait no longer, I made one final forceful lunge into the stranger's body, growling loudly as my cum spurted inside her repeatedly. She wailed one final time, feeling my surges filling her, and I heard a cheer from the hallway and then heard Todd yell, "I love Code 21!"
With the digital camera, I took many pictures of the resultant creampie and of the bound woman overall. Once again, I felt compelled to either search in her purse for her I.D. or remove the mask so I could know who I had just fucked, but I decided against it so I would not break the spirit and the tradition of Code 21.
I turned off the Webcam and put the laptop back into Sleep Mode, then redressed. The scent of sex was strong in the tiny room, but it smelled wonderful. I could still smell the beer on my breath, and wondered what the mystery woman thought of having been bound and fucked by a buzzed guy. I did at least give her a kiss – a kiss which I had intended to be quick, but which she turned into something lingering which included a final groping of her chest.
Before I unlocked the door and left my room, I looked back at her one final time. Her hair was definitely disheveled, and seeing my cum oozing from between her legs filled me with pride. The tethers had held firmly as always, and her chest was still rising and falling a bit quickly. I was sated, she was sated, and perhaps most importantly, from her body language and especially the slight smile upon her painted lips, even though she had regained consciousness during the ordeal, she seemed to have truly enjoyed having been fucked by an anonymous person.
I found Nate in the upstairs common area. "Damn good performance, man!" he congratulated me.
I just smiled and shrugged. "Who is she?"
"You know the rules, man! I wouldn't tell you even if I knew," my friend returned. "Pat actually brought her up here while I was trying to find you."
I knew it would be hopeless trying to pry such information from Pat, so I let go of the hope of discovering who was leaking my seed. Knowing it would be at least two more parties until I could participate again in Code 21, I headed back downstairs to get a celebratory drink.
There was definitely no way to even attempt to meet everyone at a party like this, so I simply made my way from one group to another, chatting with friends and politely (I hope) hitting on the sorority girls I knew were single – after all, a confrontation with a drunk babe's drunk boyfriend could be quite nasty.
I was not at all surprised when Nate hailed me at one point, but the crowd was so thick that it took nearly five minutes to reach him.
"Code 21," he informed me with a grin I instantly returned.
There was a small group of us who simply loved having our way with the sorority girls who came to our parties, especially the ones who came from the nearby colleges and universities. With the plentiful alcohol at one of our parties several years before I came to the university, it was quickly revealed that some of the sorority girls had a fantasy of being drugged and taken advantage of when they were unable to do anything about it, and so our parties became the "open secret," with guys from our fraternity and others coming to the party in hopes of watching and even filming such interactions, and the girls literally signing up to be taken advantage of when they could least resist. This was the first year that we allowed sorority girls from other campuses to participate, which also meant that instead of only two or three rooms, all the upstairs rooms were made available for this purpose, which had become known on our campus as "Code 21."
"Which room?" I asked, both eager for this night being my turn to participate in Code 21 and wanting to get away from the loudest of the pounding bass surging through the speakers.
"Yours is in your room," Nate returned with a big grin. "Seems fitting to me!"
After a quick fraternity handshake and setting the dregs of my beer aside, I headed upstairs, needing to press between a pair of hot-looking babes on the staircase and inwardly grinning as I felt their breasts against my back and my chest at the same time.
My head was spinning a little as I reached the door to my room. It was thankfully a single, so I would not need to "perform" for an audience. It was also nice that I'd be having my way with some hot-looking sorority girl on my own bed, which also meant that I would not need to go far to get my camera if I so desired.
On opening the door, I was not surprised to find someone passed out on my bed. What did surprise me was that she was wearing a beautiful elaborate colorful mask, one which reminded me of Carnival masks in some parts of the world. The tallest feathers on the mask were pressed against the headboard, and even stranger, there were small black patches over the eyeholes, which could be particularly good in case the girl began to regain consciousness much earlier than anticipated given the drug we usually used.
I smiled to myself as I shook my head. Nate had mentioned earlier in the week that he had a surprise for those participating in Code 21 at this party, and clearly this was it. His girlfriend was definitely connected in many ways, so certainly he acquired the mask through her, and most likely any other babe unconscious on an upstairs bed during the party would also be wearing a similarly-beautiful mask with the eyeholes covered. The anonymity created by the mask added to the moment.
I closed and locked the door and instantly retrieved the digital camera. I admired her through the viewfinder, noting the ample breasts and the well-shaped legs. I did not see any identifying markings on her, and I did not recognize the clothes, especially since she was not wearing anything sorority- or college-/university-related. The frizzy hair seemed familiar, but being a dark shade of purple, I could not place it amongst anyone I knew from campus. Her purse had been hung on a bedpost, so I could easily have checked her I.D., but there was no point: This was clearly intended to be a scenario of anonymous sex, so there was no point in trying to determine her identity.
After snapping a few pictures, I went to the laptop and lifted the lid, bringing it back to life. A few moments later, the Webcam was pointed toward the bed and was recording everything to the hard drive so I could watch it later and perhaps even post the edited result online as I had done several times in the past.
Something seemed to be missing, and a moment later, I realized what it was: bondage. Minutes later, her wrists and her ankles were secured within padded hospital-style restraints tethered to the sturdy wooden bedposts.
Restrained and unconscious, the mystery babe was truly vulnerable, yet she would not have signed up to be part of Code 21 unless she had truly wanted this as well. Pushing up her black t-shirt with an anime-style gothic lolita girl revealed a front-hook blood-red bra which was soon opened and the cups parted to reveal soft breasts with pink nipples. In my shorts, I was beginning to harden and lengthen, and as I pushed up her denim miniskirt and pulled aside her black thong to reveal a pristinely-shaven pussy, my mouth began to water as I anticipated tasting her.
I undressed, ultimately freeing a stiffening erection. Stroking myself, I used my free hand to grip a breast, noting the heat and especially the nipple beneath my palm.
She stirred slightly, which was not uncommon for the unconscious women participating in these scenarios. But it also made me wonder if she may be slowly rising back to consciousness, much sooner than expected – or perhaps she had been on my bed for some time before Nate had been able to find me.
Just in case, I changed tactics, perching between her spread legs and beginning to lick. Her taste was tangy with a hint of extra sweetness, pointing toward a sugary diet – not unlike several of the sorority girls I knew. As I licked and fingered her, she began to move a little more, a soft sound rising above the noise from downstairs to indicate that she was indeed regaining consciousness, and I was definitely very thankful for the mask's covered eyeholes.
Her inability to see allowed me to relax, to take my time with her and not hurry things along. That also allowed her to regain full consciousness, whimpering and moaning, moving against my mouth and the trio of penetrating fingers. My free hand returned to her chest, pinching and rolling a nipple between my fingers in a way which her sounds demonstrated that she truly enjoyed.
On the other side of the wall, I heard the impassioned cries of some unknown babe who had also apparently regained consciousness. If it was indeed Victor in that room, then she would definitely end up with a facial, since he had an agreement with his girlfriend that he could continue participating in Code 21 only if he promised to never finish inside anyone but her.
My mystery woman had definitely gained full consciousness. She was breathing hard, moaning a lot as she pulled at her bonds. I could not tell if the bondage scared her or added to her arousal, but at least she did not start protesting the fact that she could not move very much.
A loud wailing cry penetrated the wall, hopefully loudly enough that I would be able to hear it again when I watched the recording from the Webcam later. That sound inspired me to redouble my efforts, to make this bound babe react in a similar manner.
She did, pulling harshly at her bonds as her lust flowed freely from her body. I savored her taste, and as she lay limp and panting in the aftermath of her climax, I moved into position, stroking myself with my wet hand, dipping my head to briefly kiss her, a kiss which she returned enthusiastically, and I swallowed her softer moan as I teased her with the tip of my thick lust.
When I finally entered her dripping passage, I was purposefully swift, taking advantage of her blind vulnerability to surprise her. Soundlessly, her lips opened wide in a scream which no one could hear, and I tried to imagine what color her eyes were as they would certainly be open wide beneath the eyehole coverings. Since I could not look into her eyes, I watched her breasts as they shook atop her chest from the quickening pace, and soon the bedposts were slapping the wall as she pulled at the restraints and proved that she was an enthusiastic screamer.
"Whoever's in there's givin' it to 'er good!" I heard someone comment loudly as he passed by my locked door. I kept giving it to her, relenting a few times so I could catch my breath and last a little longer but using a thumb to toy with her clitoris and not allow her a moment of rest. Bound and blindfolded, there was nothing she could do to stop me from playing her like an instrument and making her sing the songs of lust.
When at last I could wait no longer, I made one final forceful lunge into the stranger's body, growling loudly as my cum spurted inside her repeatedly. She wailed one final time, feeling my surges filling her, and I heard a cheer from the hallway and then heard Todd yell, "I love Code 21!"
With the digital camera, I took many pictures of the resultant creampie and of the bound woman overall. Once again, I felt compelled to either search in her purse for her I.D. or remove the mask so I could know who I had just fucked, but I decided against it so I would not break the spirit and the tradition of Code 21.
I turned off the Webcam and put the laptop back into Sleep Mode, then redressed. The scent of sex was strong in the tiny room, but it smelled wonderful. I could still smell the beer on my breath, and wondered what the mystery woman thought of having been bound and fucked by a buzzed guy. I did at least give her a kiss – a kiss which I had intended to be quick, but which she turned into something lingering which included a final groping of her chest.
Before I unlocked the door and left my room, I looked back at her one final time. Her hair was definitely disheveled, and seeing my cum oozing from between her legs filled me with pride. The tethers had held firmly as always, and her chest was still rising and falling a bit quickly. I was sated, she was sated, and perhaps most importantly, from her body language and especially the slight smile upon her painted lips, even though she had regained consciousness during the ordeal, she seemed to have truly enjoyed having been fucked by an anonymous person.
I found Nate in the upstairs common area. "Damn good performance, man!" he congratulated me.
I just smiled and shrugged. "Who is she?"
"You know the rules, man! I wouldn't tell you even if I knew," my friend returned. "Pat actually brought her up here while I was trying to find you."
I knew it would be hopeless trying to pry such information from Pat, so I let go of the hope of discovering who was leaking my seed. Knowing it would be at least two more parties until I could participate again in Code 21, I headed back downstairs to get a celebratory drink.