WILD WEEKEND CELEBRATION PARTY!

July 11, 2018 [WILDLY KRAZY]—“Wild Weekend Celebration Party!”

That was the word going around college campus, among our graduating class, two weeks before graduation.

I will not disclose the professional field that we obtained our degrees in, because, after this story, you would never look at our profession the same way again. Let us just say that we spent six, long years specializing in a medical field, obtaining our Doctor’s Degree.

KRAZED is a good friend of mine, who I have known for a long time, so he asked if I would, anonymously, write this article and tell my story to "share with the fellow Krazees." Of course, I said yes, so here it is.

At that time, I was twenty-five years of age, and beyond excited to graduate, because I did not think I could do another year of college... I had reached my limit, and I was burnt out by the time graduation came along, so I was really going to celebrate and party the coming weekend, in order to release some stress and tension.

In my opinion, the celebration was well deserved, too, because I had not really partied since high school, because my college classes were so hard and demanding, which required my full attention and focus. Tests, studying, and homework were my entire life for six years. Dating was not an option, either. I had not dated anyone since high school, and my sex life was damn near extinct. My fingers and dildo got me through most of college, and at that point, I think I was on a nine-month cock-drought.

I take that back...the last cock I had was so small, and was so useless, and so bad that I do not even consider it as having sex. Without a doubt, that cock was the worst cock I had ever had. Therefore, without counting that useless ‘sex’ session, I was pushing a year and a half of abstinence sex.

I met him in my human anatomy class, because he was doing extremely well in that class, while I was struggling with a B minus, so I naturally took notice of how well he was doing, and decided to seek his help.

I needed help if I planned on passing the class and graduating. Thus, eventually, after a few days of small talk about anatomy, and college in general, he and I became friends, and we started hanging out, while studying outside of class.

He was extremely intelligent—so intelligent that he was somewhat socially awkward—but he was a ‘nice guy’, who helped tremendously. Within four weeks of his help, my grade in anatomy had risen to an A minus.

I eventually planned on paying him back—even though I was a broke ass college student with $75,000 in student loan debt—but I was not sure how, or even when I would be able to return the favor.

One night, however, at his apartment, when we were studying for a test, my pussy started to get cock-cravings, again. My pussy was extra wet and horny, and I knew he would not make the first move—for the simple fact that he was extremely shy, and had zero confidence—so I took the initiative and pulled out his cock, planning on paying him back the best way that I could. Moreover, I needed a dick inside of me, because nature was calling, and I was constantly wet, everyday.

Let me tell you, abstinence sex is horrible, especially when you have had good sex in the past. Once you have had amazing sex and orgasms, your body will constantly crave more, and more, like a drug or a bad habit that you cannot control or contain at times. Well, I am pretty sure you know what I mean, as a woman, and perhaps even as a man.

As I unzipped his pants, he just stared at me with a confused look, and said, “what are you doing?”

I replied, “playing...”

I really meant to say, “paying you back; plus I am a little whore in heat.”

From the stories he told and shared, he was still a virgin, so I was comfortable knowing that I would not catch an STD, which was great because neither of us had a condom. I was actively taking birth control, so pregnancy was not a scare, either. Though he was not my preference-type—that consists of muscles, beards, and tattoos—he was still decent enough for a quickie, especially considering how horny I was, and how long it had been since I had a dick inside of me.

I cannot even begin to describe how wet I was, either, after going so long without sex. My horniness soaked my panties as if I had pissed myself…almost…

When I pulled out his dick, though, I was surprised at how small it was, especially when it was soft. This little fucker—hard—was no longer than my pinky, and no wider than my thumb.

Oh well—I figured since I already had it out, I had better finish the job, so I started sucking his cock. I easily inhaled his entire cock up to his balls, and, still, his dick did not reach the back of my throat.

His thin, puny, virgin-boy-body squirmed and moved, awkwardly, not knowing what to do or how to react to a woman sucking his cock... I sucked that thing like a cock-starved little whore—sucking it like a delicious cherry-flavored Ring Pop—because it was about the same in size—but, still, his little penis would not get hard.

I, literally, spent ten minutes sucking his dick until it was semi-hard-enough to ride; however, at that point, I was out of the mood, but I continued, anyways—at-least to pop his first ball and pay him for his time and effort of helping me on my homework and tests over the four weeks of hanging out together.

I owed him that much, in my opinion, because without his help, I would have, surely, failed anatomy.

I hopped on his cock, and was surprised that it felt damn good, even though it did not fill me up and go deep enough for my desired-preference. Although, below average, his penis did do a good job at hitting my g-spot, which is always nice, too.

My pussy started getting wet, again, as his little pecker-head rocked the shit out of my g-spot, causing me to cream on his balls, and go crazy on his cock.

I started riding hard and fast, but it slipped out every second, it seemed, because it was not long enough, so I resorted to the ‘pussy-grind’, ensuring I would not lift my ass up too high from his pelvis and balls.

In other words, ‘long riding’ was not an option with this guy, which was very disappointing, because I love to ride and go crazy on top of a good cock.

Even though I was getting into it, he did, however, lay there like a wet noodle—not a clue of where to put his hands, eyes, or where to kiss.

Instead, he just laid there with his arms straight by his side, just looking straight up at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact.

For someone that was so smart about anatomy, he sure had zero clues about a woman’s body, or at-least how to please one.

Within 45-seconds of riding his tiny, little cock, he blurts out, “stop...stop! Get off!”, as he forcefully pushed me off—over to the side of the floor—ejaculating damn near immediately after I fell over.

As he got up and ran for a towel to wipe off, I said, “damn, guy—you could have just came inside, or told me you were about to cum...”

He stared at me with an appalled look, and asked, “you actually let random guys cum inside of you? Isn’t that a little whorish, and unsafe?”

"I thought only trashy sluts did that type of thing..." he said, adding to the burn.

I guess that is the type of answer you should expect from an incel...

Where are the Krazees when you need them?

Yes, as I said, I personally know KRAZED, the Four Horsemen, and some of his Krazees—they are good friends from years back—so I use the word Krazee instead of "bad boy," because KRAZED hates the word "bad boy".

Anyways, as you can imagine, that was the most awkward sex I have ever experienced, and it was the last time I talked to the anatomy incel...or any incel for that matter. If I was ever going to have sex again, it was going to be with someone that knows what the hell they are doing; thus, I needed a Krazee—the guy that knows how to please, and has pleased many women.

About two weeks later, I passed anatomy with a solid A, but the incel and I had not spoken since losing his virginity, which was perfectly fine with me, because it seemed awkward around him ever since his apartment, anyways. Honestly, I regretted the sex, and I feared that people would find out about the whole incident, anyways, so I tried to keep the incel sex under wraps.

I was very popular in college, where he was not, so if people found out that I fucked the incel-virgin, I thought my reputation would take a serious hit; and, I must admit, I would have been embarrassed, too, if it got out in school. After all, ever since entering college, I had turned down and passed on all of the frat guys at our college, so if people found out that I fucked the virgin-nerd, instead, I would never live it down.

Thank god, there was only two weeks left of college, before graduation, and thank god, the incel was too intimidated and afraid to ever attend the party, especially considering the fact that the party was thrown together by the frat guys, whom the incel avoided.

The weekend came, and everyone that was anyone, converged to the party at the local college bar, celebrating for the upcoming graduation from medical school.

It was Friday on a warm, May night, and I wore a black skater dress, black and white tennis shoes, and a red thong, without a bra.

When I walked into the bar with three of my girlfriends, I saw all of the frat guys converged at the back of the bar, clustered together around the pool tables, while the women were separated, and gathered together at the front of the bar.

The women wore various dresses and formal wear, while the frat guys wore Polo shirts, sandals, and Khaki Breaker Shorts—old-men shorts—that stopped two inches above their knees.

Instantly, upon a five-minute observation, I knew the party was going to blow.

Sitting at a table with four of my girlfriends, drinking girly drinks, we kept looking at our phones, checking the time and our various social media accounts, because we were so damn bored. At that point, I had only been there for about thirty-minutes, but I was dosing off, about to head back to my apartment, and throw on some bedtime clothes and call it a night.

Ten-minutes later, when I was finishing my last drink and about to head home, they walked in, and headed straight for the bar, instantly catching the eye of everyone, especially the eyes of the women.

Two of the strange men wore black graphic tees, and khaki cargo pants, while the third guy wore a black sleeveless graphic tee, and holey-ripped red cargo shorts. All three men supported a trimmed beard, and tattoos, while the one guy had both arms sleeved, and red star tattoos on both knees, and the third guy, had both ears pierced with silver, tiny looped earrings.

"Damn… They look like fun," my friend, Kira, whispered to the group of girls.

"I am pretty sure they are not in med school," I said, laughing, as I checked out the sexy Krazees.

As we were sitting there admiring the hot-studs from a distance, a group of ladies discreetly made their way to the bar, to 'grab some drinks', so they could be as close as possible to the strangers. The guys, of course, offered to buy the ladies' drinks, and within seconds, the strange guys were having conversations with the four ladies, smiling and drinking their beers together.

I was not about to let those girls have all the fun, so I walked up to one of the guys as he sat, talking to another girl—the one in red cargo shorts. Upon walking up to him, I said, "you're kind of cute.."

"Kind of?" he smiled and asked…

Looking me up and down, checking me out, he then says, "bend over and let me see your pussy…"

"What?!" I shockingly asked.

"Bend over and let me see your pussy," he replied, again.

This guy had balls…huge balls…but damn he was sexy as hell… Light brown hair with a military-fade, along with a neatly trimmed beard and blue, piercing and intimidating eyes—this guy was delicious, charming, and very persuasive.

I mean, this guy did not ask for my name, nor did he acknowledge my compliment; instead, he went straight for third base. He was a guy that went after what he wanted, and did not play games, which is sexy as hell.

Following his command, I bent over right in front of him, as he used his right hand to grab my left ass cheek, slipping his middle finger past my thong, and into my pussy, messaging my g-spot area. I could feel my pussy instantly get wet as his finger strategically moved in and out, slowly, and delicately, rubbing the g-spot.

"Oh my God, where have you been all of this time," I thought to myself, as he worked his magic, knowing what the fuck he was doing.

He fingered me for about fifteen-seconds, before pulling out, saying, "that is a nice pussy that deserves a drink."

I looked over at my friends, as they giggled and screamed, "you go, girl!"

"What do you drink?" he asked.

"Bellini," I said, as my heart raced in excitement.

"What would you like?" he asked Amber, the girl standing near their group of guys.

"Malibu cocktail, please," Amber replied.

"Three Jagerbombs, one Bellini, and one Malibu Cocktail," he told the bartender.

Within seconds of receiving the Jagerbombs, he slammed the shots right after another, without pausing.

I knew the girl from some of my classes… She was extremely nice and out-going, pretty, extremely naughty…to put it lightly. ♥ Love you girl! ;)

"What is your name?," the sexy guy in the red shorts asked, as he held out his hand for a hand shake.

"Trinity," I replied as I shook his hand, and all of his Krazees' hands.

He then told me his name, and smiled.

"Trinity…I like that name…" he said, as he smiled.

"Thank you," I said, as I blushed.

"That's like a Christian name, right? Like a goddess, right?" one of his Krazees asked, smiling.

Could these guys be anymore charming?

"Yes, something like that," I replied, smiling.

"It was good to meet you, Trinity," the guy in the red shorts said, as the guys started to leave the bar…

"Where are you guys going?," I asked.

"We're headed to a bonfire—to a real party—one of our parties that starts in an hour. Would you like to come?," the guy in the red shorts asked.

"I would love to, but I did not drive; I came here with three other friends…." I replied.

"Invite them, too," one of the guys replied, smiling.

"Okay… Hold on…" I said.

I went over to the table where my girlfriends sat, and I told them about my plan of going to the bonfire. Of course, they were nervous, because these guys were strangers, after all. Eventually, after discussing the idea, they declined to go, but there was no way I was going to pass up the invite, especially since the bar was boring as hell with a bunch of fruity-frat guys, so I decided to go, alone, without my friends. Well, besides Amber.

I walked back over to the guy in the red shorts, and said, "I really want to go, but I do not have a ride—my car is sitting at my place—and my friends do not want to go…"

"You can ride with me… Amber is going, too," the guy in the red shorts replied.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"As a heart attacked," he replied, smiling.

We all crammed into their black SUV, while Amber sat next to me in the back. The guys were funny, and very extrovert and convivial, as they made fun of each other and laughed about it.

"The party is in a farm-field, with a large bonefire. You guys can either stay with us tonight, or I can have a Krazee take you two home whenever you're ready to leave," the guy in the red shorts said, as he sat passenger, looking back at us.

"Where are you guys sleeping?" Amber asked.

"Everyone is camping out in the field in tents; we have two large tents; you guys can share, if you want," he replied back.

"I'll stay," Amber blurted out.

"Ya, that'll be fun," I replied back, nervously.

"Right on," he replied back, smiling.

"We have to head into Kansas—a few miles away from Kansas City, Kansas—to get to where we're going…" he added.

"Is this your place?" I asked him.

"No—it's a Krazee's farm—someone I have known since running the streets. I used to pick tobacco for a few years during the summer, and he was my employer. He's cool as fuck," he replied back.

"How many are coming?" Amber asked.

"A shit ton—between 300 to 500; no doubt," he replied back, smiling.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Amber asked, laughing and smiling.

As I said, Amber was a very out-going girl, and very aggressive. Amber was in many of my classes, and we would soon graduate together, obtaining our Doctor's degrees. To this day, we still hangout and talk.

"Girlfriendish," one of the other guys blurted out, laughing.

"A girl that I know is meeting me at the party," the guy in the red shorts replied, laughing.

"She's not going to be pissed off that you're rolling up with two females in the car, is she?" I asked, nervously.

"Love, this is an every weekend occurrence," the guy in the red shorts replied, laughing.

Damn, this is the guy that practically fingered me in the bar, too.

When we pulled up to the farm, dozens upon dozens of cars lined the country, gravel road, as a large bonfire raged in the distance, in the middle of the field. We pulled up, and saw countless walking out of their cars, heading to the bonfire, while carrying liquor and cases of beer. No question, it was the largest party I have ever been to.

Near the bonfire, sat a truck with a DJ, his computer, and his two large speakers, blaring a mixture of dance, hip-hop and rock music—mostly upbeat music that everyone danced to.

When we arrived, Nelly's "Hot In Herre" was playing while dozens of topless guys and girls danced around and near the bonfire.

The field was covered in colorful tents, while just about everyone converged near the bonfire.

Amber and I walked with the three guys, headed towards the bonfire, until we reach a make-shift check point where six guys stood, holding ball bats. Four of the guys were shirtless, while the other two wore white tank tops, and all six of them were covered and sleeved out in tattoos over a very muscular chest and arms.

Amber leaned over to me, and said, "this is so much better than the party we left."

"Much better visuals, too," I replied back, as Amber laughed, agreeing.

"These are the bouncers—they are my Lions. If anyone breaks the party rule, they take care of the problem. They are the party regulators," the guy in the red shorts said, sternly.

"What's the party rule?" I asked.

"No fighting," one of the three guys said.

The three guys that we arrived with threw up hand signs to the six "lions" with ball bats, as we all walked passed them, as they stared at Amber and I.

"Welcome to the Lion's den," one of the "regulators" said to Amber, as we walked past.

Once we got near the bonfire, it was so crowded with people that you could not walk without brushing up against other people. Tattooed "lions" with ball bats patrolled the crowd, while three more "lions" guarded the DJ and the 7 kegs of beer.

"What do you ladies drink—it's on the house, since you're guests and first timers," the guy in the red shorts asked Amber and I.

"What do you have?" I asked.

"Damn near anything you can imagine," he replied back, smiling.

Trying to test his arrogance, I said, "Incredible Hulk."

"Done deal," he replied, with a smile.

"What's an Incredible Hulk?" Amber asked.

"Hpnotiq and Cognac over ice. Want one?" he asked.

"Is it good?" Amber asked.

"Very good," I informed Amber.

"Really? Ya, I want one, too, please," Amber said, politely.

"Right on," he replied back.

Amber and I followed him up to the liquor stand, while the other two guys ventured off to set up their tents.

"This is our weekend business—selling liquor," the guy in the red shorts said, smiling.

"Do you guys have liquor licenses?" I asked.

He laughed and said, "licenses are for those who fear breaking rules."

The answer was no, but I have to admit, I admired their style.

"How much so far?" the guy in the red shorts asked the guy selling and handing out liquor to dozens of customers ordering beer and mixed drinks.

"A little over $600," the "bartender" replied back.

"$600 in one night?" Amber blurted out.

"The night has just begun, love," the guy in the red shorts informed Amber.

"Two Hulks," the "bartender" said, handing Amber and I the mixed drinks.

After several hours of drinking, and beyond drunk, Amber and I find ourselves dancing with the countless other guys and girls, topless, along with the three guys we came to the party with.

The next thing I know, Amber and I are taking turns kissing some girl, while we grinded up against the guys we came to the party with, while Akon played in the background.

In the middle of the song, while we all danced, a pretty blonde walked up to the guy in red shorts and started freaking dancing with him, subtlety pushing Amber out of the way.

The blonde was tall, skinny, tan, with bright blue eyes, while wearing white stylish, holey denim jean shorts, and a black surplice halter top.

After the song, the guy in red shorts introduces the blonde to Amber and I.

"This is Alexandria—Alexandria, this is Amber and Trinity," the guy in the red shorts said, introducing us to "girlfriendish".

Amber and I shook Alexandria's hand, as she smiled at us and said, "good to meet you guys."

Alexandria was beautiful, soft spoken, and charming, and I can see why the guy in the red shorts fell for her.

For several hours, we danced and drunk, and smoked a few joints that everyone passed around. At that point, I almost forgot that I was about to graduate and become a "Doctor".

I forgot about all of the stress from college—I forgot about the long days in class taking notes about material I barely understood; and I forgot about the late nights of study and homework. I also forgot about the anatomy class that I almost failed if it were not for the guy that pretty much called me a slut after he lost his virginity.

For the first time in years, I was actually enjoying myself, with guys and girls that I had only known for a few hours; however, around these people—around the field of "Krazees" of all races and backgrounds—there were zero rules…zero sluts…zero incels…zero frat boys…zero fucks given…just rebels partying and living life. For once, I felt free and relaxed, and I enjoyed it.

I felt sexy as one of the three guys stood behind me as he kissed my neck, while holding my hips, as I leaned up against him, grinding my ass against his dick. I felt naughty as Amber kissed and suck on my bare-tits, while she freak danced up against the other guy.

If this is what life was all about, I loved it, as we danced around the bonfire, letting it all out, fervent and flamboyant.

When the sun started to peak over the horizon—after all night of dancing, countless mixed drinks, and several joints—Amber and I converged into the tent with three guys, while the guy in the red shorts disappeared with Alexandria.

Once in the tent, Amber stripped butt-naked right beside me, as she started kissing the first guy, while the second guy fingered her from behind as she bent over kissing the first guy.

I followed suit, stripping and kissing the third guy, until I found myself on my back, legs spread as the third guy went to town, eating my pussy. All the while, Amber is riding the first guy, while sucking off the second guy.

Using his two fingers to finger my pussy, massaging my g-spot, the third guy gently sucked and licked my clit. About two minutes later, my back arched, and my ass lifted into the air, as I cummed all over the third guy's mouth as he ate my pussy.

Almost immediately after cumming, the third guy flips me over, doggy-style, as he slid his dick into my extra wet pussy. Wow…his dick was amazing, too, as he relentlessly pounded my pussy, causing his balls to slam against my clit, as he grabbed both my tits with both hands.

Amber moaned at the top of her lungs as she rode the first guy, while the second guy fucked her asshole from behind, double penetrating Amber, as her pussy creamed-white over both their cocks and balls.

Watching the two guys double penetrate Amber, while she moaned, turned me on, so I started rubbing my clit as the third guy fucked my pussy, raw, until I came for the second time.

That was the first time I met KRAZED, the Four Horsemen, and his Krazees. To this day, it was one of the best times of my life. From that day on, Amber and I went to almost all of their parties, and I still miss the wild parties.

I keep telling them that they need to come out of retirement and start their own club, or something, because I would pay to relive that night in the field...a night of zero rules...zero judgement...and zero regrets. Just do not tell my husband. ♥