Party Lost & Found

When Justin got an invite to a house party by the most popular frat of his university, he was on cloud nine. With the chances of upping his social status and meeting girls, the poor kid thought it was too good to be true! Sadly it was. Turns out they wanted a freshman there for only one reason.

Hazing.

Within 30 minutes upon entry Justin was grabbed, tied up, and humiliated by being pantsed in-front of the entire gaggle of upper class-men. His cheeks burned deep red as a bunch of senior girls (many of which were in his classes) pointed and laughed. His striped boxers giving them a good chuckle as one of then stuffed a sock in his mouth and gagged him.

After busting a gut at his expense and a fair bit of rough housing, Justin was tossed into a random room in the garage and forgotten about. Now trapped in what looked like a makeshift whine cellar, the poor freshmen was stuck listening to everyone having a great time except for him.

He slumped forward, depressed and defeated as the music blared in the background. How could he have been so stupid? Now he was trapped with no phone and it didn't feel like anyone was coming for him. He couldn't have felt more like a loser if he had tried.

That's when he heard the door knob turn. Justin's stomach dropped as someone walked in, but it wasn't anyone he recognized as a classmate.

Standing before him was a stunning older woman in a violet, satin robe. Her full breasts jiggled with every step as she strut passed him, barely contained by her black bra. By the sound of her footsteps it didn't appear she was wearing shoes. And by the look of her legs it didn't look as though she was wearing pants either.

Justin was so stunned by her beauty that he completely forgot to ask for help. He just watched, mesmerized as this goddess continued her business and seemingly didn't notice him. She rifled through the shelves, bending lower as she did. The robe clinging to her body in such a way to leave nothing to the tiny virgin's imagination.

Justin's eyes nearly popped out at the sight, a hungry moan escaping from his gag. Instantly she stopped and turned around.

"Hmm? AA-" The woman turned in surprise and clapped her slender hands to her lips before letting out a scream. "Oh for God's sake- Who are you?!"

Justin only gawked at her. Foolishly, he tried to answer.

"M-Muph'n...?"

"Muffin?" She squinted. Finally she noticed the gag and pulled it down to his neck.

Instantly Justin spat out the sock in his mouth and explained everything as fast as he could. He related his situation, the humiliation, and no small part of degradation against him tonight. Inadvertently though, his eyes would repeatedly sinking towards her dazzling body as he did.

Not just that, but to explain to a sexy older woman how you were essentially overpowered and bullied.... there was more then a few reasons for his face burning as red as it was.

Meanwhile she simply looked down on him disinterested. Her arms were folded under her heavy breasts as her wine swished in it's glass. Occasionally she take a sip and just shake her head. By the time Justin had finished, he was just looking down at her bare feet like a sorry sack.

Meanwhile all the buzzed woman could think about was how this was just so typical for her. She does one nice thing in letting her stupid nephew throw a party, and what does she get? A loud house and a dweeb in her wine cellar. She'd officially be resigning from her role of "Cool Aunt" after tonight.

When she allowed the kid to use her house for a party she at least thought there would be a healthy selection of hot young men in here, but no. Though chiseled, not a single one could get passed a sentence without calling her "bro", so she had decided to call it a night. Now she couldn't even get a drink without finding these college kids in her house. They were like INSECTS!

Finally she spoke, disinterested and exasperated. "Yea, that's great.... Look, sorry about my nephew, Devin. He's a little prick. Tell your mom to call my sister, and good luck with the years of trauma..."

"Wait... You're Devin's aunt?" Justin asked out of reflex. Devin, the jerk-off who had pantsed him in-front of everyone just 30 minutes ago? And instantly things clicked.

This was Devin's aunt Marissa. Marissa the Milf, the woman the football team had made a legend out of by drooling over her every game. This year alone she was the cause of two touchdowns to be scored just by her distracting looks alone. She was hated by almost every cheerleader and she was about to leave Justin in her dust as she walked off.

"Hey!" He shouted, way more aggressively than he thought possible. "You can't just leave me like this!" Justin struggled hard until he noticed her turning on her heels and resting on the door.

"I'm sorry? Am I seriously getting ordered around in my own home?" She asked, staring daggers into the poor young man's soul while sipping from her wine. "And who *are* you exactly little man? For all I know you're just a liar. Some sweaty, freshman pervert who snuck in and got what he deserved..."

"WHAT?!" Justin exploded as if an electric shock coursed through his body. A reaction Marissa admittedly found adorable. She could tell immediately why he found himself in this situation. Something about him screamed "pick on me." She allowed him to babble, not listening to anything he said. Only replying with a dry, "Are you done?"

"I... Um.... come on!!! Can I at LEAST have my pants back???" Justin begged, looking to accept whatever bit of mercy he could get. He looked at this woman with the biggest eyes he could muster.

Marissa looked back for 2 seconds and hated that it worked. "Christ, you're a pain. Fine. I'll get your pants and then I'm done with you brats."

Before Justin could say thank you, she was gone.

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Marissa exited the cellar with a huge sigh. Now she was stuck playing Good Samaritan to a twerp she wasn't even related to? Come on. All she really wanted was to be done with all this nonsense and call it a night.

She walked down the hallway and was about to enter the party once more. Her robe tied tight, the music only blared louder, and a bunch of annoying half adults were already making eye contact with her in hopes of some attention. Just the thought of spending another second out there made her cringe.

When did her life become all about serving others? Back in her college days, a party like this would be a safe haven for all kinds of sneaky fun. She certainly wouldn't be fetching the pants of some loser. If anything she'd-.....

The older woman stopped dead in her tracks as a tingle ran through her body. The whine must have been hitting harder than she thought as naughty memories of her own college pranks resurfaced in her mind. How she'd often use her looks and charms as bait for the helpless victims her click at the time would target. Now that she recalled... Justin didn't look too different from their normal mark.

That stupid kid. He probably thought she didn't notice him popping a boner in-front of her. Hopeless little thing. She imagined his college love life wasn't going to be very eventful. In-fact, he may be relying on the memory of her late at night for the next 3 years. The thought made her chuckle, his blushing miserable face seemingly stuck in her mind.

Just then she snapped out of it and took a deep breath. Now mentally back in her house, she gazed down at the long hall of doors she still had to check. Her time for fun was over, and she had work to do.

Or did she?

That's when she decided to take another swig of her drink and turn around. An evil smile spreading across her beautiful face.

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It was 25 minutes later when Marissa finally came back. Justin noticed right away that she didn't have his pants with him. Only something bunched up in her hands.

"So... Justin was it?" She asked, her voice unnervingly sweet as honey. His eye's got bigger as she approached, not just walking to him, but stepping over his trusted up body until she was hovering over his midsection. She looked down on him, looking superior.

"Would you like to know what I heard?"

The poor freshman only stuttered, transfixed by the radiant figure that now towered over him. From this perspective, Justin could barely make out her face over her large breasts. He tried to force words out, but nothing came.

"Well?" She asked in a tone implying she expected an answer. Then suddenly, she sat herself down, straddling his midsection. She looked dead into his bewildered eyes as she did so, her chest now pressed against his.

"It's funny. Not one person at this party knows anyone named 'Justin'.... Not a soul. Not even my sweet nephew." Justin's eyes went as big as saucers at that. That's impossible!!

"THATS NOT TRUE!" The poor freshman cried, only to have something stuffed in his mouth. It didn't feel like a sock. It felt more lacy on his tongue... and wet. He tried desperately to bark back that they were lying, but his 'muzzle' kept him quiet as she pulled the red rag back over his lips.

"This brings me back to a very important question... *Who* in the world is this annoying little twerp tied up in my home?" Marissa asked, placing her hands on her hips as she ever so gently rolled them on-top of him. She chucked at his reaction as his hard-on quite obviously pressed up against her

Justin tried to answer, to beg her to take the gag out for him to explain. But keeping his thoughts together seemed to be a herculean task.

"So! It seems to me like I have an intruder in my minced. What? Where you looking to steal something while everyone was having fun?" The older woman continued to interrogate, slyly "adjusting" her robe in order to give the Virgin a better eye-full of her chest. Her hips still grinding down on his at a pace so slow they underclassmen thought he was imagining things.

Justin's face instantly went crimson as his vision filled with more gorgeous flesh that he couldn't touch. His hands struggled in his bonds as he helplessly looked at quite possibly the sexiest thing outside of his laptop.

"Mmphpmmmph..." he meekly responded. Marissa having to do her best not to burst out laughing. He was so adorably shy and submissive! No wonder he was singled out by his peers. But still she continued to grind him against her heel.

"Oh? Is that all you have to say for yourself?" She abruptly moved from his lap, leaving him to thrust the open air with a tent in his boxers.

Seductively she crawled to his feet, her cellphone clearly in hand. "I'm sure the police would love to hear that.... when they take you away handcuffed in your underwear.~"

Upon hearing that, the miserable freshman's stomach dropped. The last thing he needed tonight was to be arrested with the upper class-men *and* this gorgeous woman laughing as they took him away. His face almost went pale until he felt something soft comfortingly stroking against it.

"Awww! So scared!~" She teased, using her foot to condescendingly comfort the lad. "Honestly, you'd probably last as long in prison as you did at this party! So maybe you and I should settle this in house?~"

"Mohremenph?" Justin repeated as best he could. Unable to tear his retinas away from the gorgeous foot against his face. Slowly it started to stroke lower down. Until finally her sweet toes were nudging at his tent.

"Ooooooh, that got your attention!" She cruelly smiled, playing with his cloth covered penis. "I bet you're all excited at the thought of that. Like this is one of your little porn videos." She continued to manipulate his manhood, making him moan. "A sexy older woman like me finding a boy like you? What? Expecting me to mount you? Bounce on this obnoxious little thing until you blow a fat load???~"

Justin tried to answer, he really did! But the only thing to come from his mouth where muffled moans and the unintelligible begging of "yes". He could feel himself about to burst, the cum boiling away in his balls while she played.

Until randomly she stopped. She pulled her foot back leaving his cock to throb painfully in its confinement. The poor lad was nearly beside himself as he felt his orgasm leave as soon as it came.

"Well that's not going to happen. In your dreams, little man!~" Marissa taunted with no small amount of pleasure. She just couldn't resist herself. Always loving the feeling of denying an eager man the pleasure she could bring him. And she'd never seen someone quite as *eager* as her new little friend.

She smiled wide as Justin struggled to get free. He looked like a wild animal at this point as he flailed and cursed from behind his gag. Humiliated by his peers. Humiliated by her. Justin was seemingly at his limit.

Too bad he had much more to go. Marissa planned to make sure of it. Until further notice this sad little loser was going to be her plaything. And she was nowhere near done playing.

"Awe, why so fussy? I'm just telling you the truth! Don't be mad at me... Here, how about I make you smile?~" The gorgeous Milf teased, bringing her nails to his bare feet and softly skittering them.

Justin immediate exploded into an outright frenzy of laughter. Marissa's manicured nails were basically akin to a live wire to water. If the music wasn't so loud the entire party would have heard him scream, but sadly enough no one was coming.

"Oh no! Don't tell me the poor little loser is also ticklish? Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!" Marissa chirped in delight. Her nails running wild on the poor freshman's size seven feet. All the wild Justin was confined to lose his mind.

He tried to pull at his bonds, to pull his feet away, but nothing worked. He could only sit there while the merciless Milf used his soles as her own personal scratching post.

Time passed, seconds feeling like centuries. The technique never stayed the same, changing up quicker than Justin could adjust. Sometimes she's slowly circle her nail down the bottoms of his feet, other she'd play softly in-between his toes. The worse of it was her breast threatening to spill out of her bra as she did so.

Marissa meanwhile was sneaking glances of her own. Justin's ever aching hard-on being the center of her attention. Though she had not touched it at all since the start, his rod still pulsed like a beating heart. If she didn't know any better, she'd think the fool was enjoying this.

"Oh you poor thing! Look how hard you're getting from a little tickling! You look like you're about to burst, kid. Just from a little Coochie coo?" Marissa teased, moving her fingers much more methodically. Tracing the tips of her digits over the quivering flesh of her play thing.

"MPHPHHH! MPHHPH!" Justin cackled, feeling the heat inside him burn brighter. His balls felt as if they were about to explode! Another few strokes of her nails and he was surely done for!

"Holding back? Do you think you can? What if I stroke you *super slowly*? Coochie Coochie coo!you know i'm very talented with my hands... and my mouth...~" she teased, not giving him a moments break. At this moment she couldn't think of anything more fun than making this kid jizz in his pants from getting tickled. It wouldn't be much longer now.

"MPHHPHAHH! FFPHAAMM! HPHHHAMMA!" He screamed louder, none of it laking a difference. His hips rose and fell from the floor as he felt that pleasurable feeling taking hold. The peak of the tent of his boxers were went from the pre-cum.

"Hmph, you're really gonna do it huh? You're going to cum in your cute little boxers for me? Tickle tickle tickle tickle!" She picked up her pace, deciding to finally finish him off. "Come on baby! Make this a party you won't forget! Cum for mommy!~"

Justin slammed his back into the wall and felt himself erupt, only it wasn't in his boxers. In a final act of mercy Marissa freed his cock from his underwear and expertly took it into her mouth. Now attacking his sensitive erection with her wiggling tongue, the poor freshman came harder than he ever had in his life. Shooting jet after jet of his sweet spunk into her waiting throat for her to swallowed.

Justin's orgasm went on for minutes, each second more intense as the last, all while Marissa relentlessly sucked. Finally she sat back with a pop and calmly wiped the drool from her lips. All while Justin was completely slumped over like a deadman. Now satisfied, the playful Milf tucked his still quite hard erection into his pants and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hope your had fun, little man. See you never!~" she said affectionately, leaving him for someone else to untie. Meanwhile she planned to have a lovely nights sleep.

Leaving him behind, Justin sat passed out. Unable to feel like more of a winner if he tried...

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