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My name is Paul Wilcox and I am a High School math teacher just completing my first year at Jefferson High. I had relocated over the previous summer from an all-male prep school in California to the city where my brother lives in Illinois, and the past year had been a real eye opener. I had thought that coming to the midwest to continue my teaching career would be a calmer, more sedate atmosphere. How mistaken could one 40 year old single man with a masters degree be! As the last school day of the year unfolds, I find myself reminiscing over the special students I have encountered in each of my classes this past year, and how we have impacted each other's lives.

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THIRD PERIOD: Homeroom

As this was my first year at Jefferson, the principal had assigned me as a homeroom teacher for freshmen. Mrs. Triplett's theory was that we could help each other adjust to our new surroundings and not be intimidated by those who were already seasoned high school veterans. My class of twenty was not too big to be an informal group that really did help each other in many ways. The students were invaluable to me as a resource in a new city, helping me to settle into their community with ease. I, in turn, was able to give them a sense of worth as my "welcome-wagon" and they really responded to helping their new teacher feel welcome. We got each other through a year of transition with a teamwork approach, as students helped students work through the tough times and celebrated each others triumphs.

One young man sticks in my mind as the student who benefitted the most from my own involvement in his life. Tim Smyth was a very smart boy who was having trouble early in the year with just about every class except P.E. I was approached by several of his other teachers to see if I could find out the source of Tim's problems. I asked a couple of the other boys who knew him from Junior High what they thought was causing his lack of effort and inattentiveness in class. They were reluctant to talk with me about their friend at first, but I assured them that I needed their help if I was to help their friend. They agreed that Tim had changed dramatically over the summer, and that his attitude was a symptom of trouble at home with his parents.

Having an idea of the problem, I now met with Tim alone and told him that I was there for him to talk with, away from the pressures of family and friends. He was distant at first, but as we talked more he visibly relaxed and opened up to me. I discovered that Tim's parents had split up that summer after his mother had discovered the affairs his father was conducting. His mom was understandably shaken and self-absorbed at the sudden betrayal, while Tim felt abandoned by his dad and ignored by his mom.

I suggested that Tim focus on what he could positively affect and show his mother something to be proud of, instead of giving both of them more problems to worry about. If he could give her something positive in her life, both of them would grow closer and gain strength from each other. I told him I would be there for him if he had questions or problems normally directed towards his dad, and he smiled in gratitude.

Tim did suggest that I talk to his mother, as he was impressed with my caring attention to him as an individual, not just a name in the roll book. I thanked him for his thoughtful suggestion and told him that his mother will be aided greatly by the mature attitude that Tim was exhibiting. I called his home that afternoon to set up a parent-teacher conference with Mrs. Smyth at her convenience. She was concerned at first that Tim was in trouble, but I was able to assure her that Tim was addressing his new circumstances in an impressively adult manner, now that he had a friend to confide in. Stacy Smyth was immediately sobbing with gratitude for my attention to her son's difficulties and was eager to meet me and discuss her son's adjustment to their new family reality. She suggested we meet this coming weekend because her job limited her availability. I agreed to meet her Saturday morning around ten and would call her at nine to set a location. She agreed warmly and said she looked forward to meeting me.

One of the perks of living in the same town as my brother Sam was that I got to look after his house when he was on one of his frequent business trips. He had a modest 3 bedroom with a pool and spa in the back, which was surrounded by hedges on all sides. I had taken a few dates to his house and enjoyed the privacy and stylish amenities his house provided, not to mention the sexy neighbor couple that lived next door with their college freshman daughter. Both female neighbors were hot, the mother flirting openly with Sam & I, while the daughter flaunted her nubile young body with a knowing smirk. Sam had a few tales of listening in to her wild sexual exploits in the afternoons before her parents got home. Apparently she was very vocal and demanding of the studs she deemed worthy of her tight treasures. Sam especially enjoyed jacking his erect cock while she screamed in ecstasy and commanded her lover to fuck her in her tight ass with his big hard cock until they both reached a loud climax. Sam had shot his load over the fence in the direction of their voices and was rewarded with shocked laughter, then respectful applause. He returned the compliments and told them that their performance was AVN award worthy. They both responded in a manner that told him they were familiar with the Porn Cinema's version of the oscar, a very encouraging sign!

Now Sam was gone for two weeks and I was watching (using!) his house at my leisure. It was around five miles from Jefferson High, so the neighbors didn't know anyone from my school, a definite plus! I called Stacy Smyth on Saturday morning to suggest we meet for coffee and lunch at Sam's house, and since it was still warm for late Sept. I said we might even enjoy the pool. She shyly giggled at my suggestion, saying that she had been looking forward to this morning all week. Her voice sounded young and sexy, giving me hope that Tim's dad was a fool. I had asked Sam if he knew the Smyth's and to my surprise he informed me that Tim's father Ted was a regular visitor at his neighbor's house. I asked if he was visiting the Dad or the Mom and he just said, "All of the above!"

"What do you mean?" I asked in shock.

"His name is high on Tina's list of huge cocked lovers," Sam said of the obviously over-sexed daughter.

Wow, that was a development that might be interesting on this lovely morning.

I picked Stacy up at her and Tim's house, saying hello to Tim and two friends as they shot baskets in the driveway. Stacy told Tim to lock up the house if they went anywhere, and that she would be back around two or three. I was pleasantly surprised at her generous allotment of time for our meeting.

Now let me tell you about Tim's mother, Stacy. She was in her early thirties at most, but looked about ten years younger. Her tan skin was a perfect compliment to her dark brown hair, which fell to just below her shoulders with cute bangs framing her face, just above her gorgeous blue eyes. She was about 5 foot 4 and had nice high tits above her smooth bare stomach, and when I opened the car door for her she displayed a firm round ass as she seated herself with casual grace. Tim's dad must be the biggest idiot in the state, unless Sam's young neighbor was too good to pass up.

I was a little nervous that Stacy would recognize Sam's neighborhood and the house next door, but she didn't react at all as we pulled into Sam's driveway. I noticed that the cars were all home next door and hoped that a little aural stimulation was in store. I led the way into the house and she was impressed with Sam's living style. We sat at the kitchen table and I made us both coffee. Stacy relaxed with one foot up on the seat of the kitchen chair, resting her chin on her knee with an innocent air about her. Talking about Tim's progress at school and at home filled her with a glowing pride, until we got to the part where Stacy found out about Ted's flings. She couldn't understand his motivation, as she stated that their sex life had been very good. I assured her that the fault was not her own, that I found her to be very attractive if I might say so. She blushed and looked at me over her sexy, tanned knee as she rocked her leg to the side and back. This gave me a nice view alternating down her tan thigh as well as down her impressive cleavage. I asked if she would like to see the back yard and sit in the noonday sun. She readily agreed and I got the feeling she was checking me out in my cutoff shorts as we headed out back.

I offered her a lounge chair, but she chose to sit at the edge of the pool and splash her feet in the cool water. I stood next to her as we looked around Sam's playground, getting a great view down her top at her all over tan tits. I could see her nipples reacting to the cool pool water, growing erect and proud in the sunlight. I tore my gaze away from her tantalizing breasts, only to catch her staring blatantly at the growing bulge in my shorts just at her eye level.

She looked up at me, licked her lips and asked "Do you want to take a dip in the wet?"

"I'd love to dip myself in the wetness," I replied directly into her blue eyes.

"Give me a hand up, pretty please," she coyly requested, batting her lashes and biting her lower lip.

I grasped her soft hand in mine and drew her up next to me, staring down at her sexy smile and beautifully tipped breasts. Her nipples were poking out prominently, demanding my attention. I continued raising her arm over her head and placed my other arm around her waist, bringing our bodies close enough to cause her nipples to brush against my chest.

She gasped in pleasure and to my surprise, leaned to the left and tipped us both into the pool. We bobbed to the surface and she leapt into my embrace, wrapping her strong legs around my waist and planting her hot mouth over mine. She twirled her tongue around mine as she ground her pelvis into my now prominent bulge. My cock was rock hard and straining to be free of its prison, her mound rubbing up and down the shaft through both our shorts. I grabbed her firm ass and squeezed it tightly, raising her up so I could bite her erect nipples playfully. She reached down to my crotch and felt the hard piece of meat awaiting her hot holes and moaned deeply into my mouth. I waded to the side of the pool and deposited her on the edge, taking down her tight shorts and panties at the same time exposing her trimmed pussy. She spread her legs wide and pushed my head down to her wet slit, huskily telling me to eat her hot cunt.

"Lick my pussy juice up and suck my clit, Teach!" She shuddered as my tongue slid up her lips and teased her hard little button. I spread her lips with my fingers and tongue fucked her till she squeezed my head between her thighs. She then leaned back on the pool deck and lifted her feet out of the water, giving me a perfect view of her beautiful pussy begging to be filled. I placed two of my fingers in her hot mouth as my tongue returned to her clit, tracing its way slowly down to her winking ass hole. She greedily sucked my fingers as I tongued her ass, panting around my dripping digits. I took my fingers from her mouth and slid them into her dripping snatch, massaging her g-spot teasingly. She gasped loudly, "Fuck! That feels so fucking good! Don't stop, dooo'nt stooop!!! She lifted her pelvis off of the deck and her muscles spasmed around my fingers and tongue. She bit the side of her hand as she came violently from my tongue in her ass and fingers in her grasping pussy. I slowly brought her back to earth, only then hearing the neighbors laughing and talking over the fence. I could recognize Tina & two men talking about the loud neighbors, complaining that they were never invited over to swim.

Stacy & I looked at each other in surprise, then she grinned wickedly and asked about the nosy neighbors.

I answered her loudly, making sure that they could hear me over the fence, "How would you like some more meat for that hot pussy of yours? Yes, you Tina! We hear you like to cum, so come on over and bring your meat with you!"

Stacy was laughing silently, while looking at me with questioning eyes. I told her not to worry, that she was in for a great time and would still be home on time. She assured me that she could stay until we were done with whatever came over the fence. I loved her game attitude and again wondered what Ted was thinking. I didn't have long to find out!

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The side gate swung open as the eager trio arrived. Stacy and I had climbed out of the pool and were reclining on a lounge as they rounded the corner of Sam's house. His horny neighbors were not hard on the eyes by any means. Both young men were tan and lean, just over 6 feet tall and shiny with sun tan oil. But the centerpiece was definitely Tina. A petite little brunette with smallish breasts rising up from her smooth torso, she was tight and firm all around. Her long hair was in pony tails and her legs were long and thin and stopped at a thinly veiled groin, visibly wet through her bikini bottoms. She had a cropped tee-shirt on that barely reached the bottoms of her pert tits, and did nothing to hide her large dark nipples.

I introduced myself as Sam's brother and Tina welcomed me to the neighborhood, then she introduced Stan & Stevie, two twin brothers from her college classes. I could see bulges growing on both Stevie and Stan, but Tina's eyes turned lust crazed as she took in Stacy's beautiful body glistening with sweat.

"I want to see you cum hard and often, Stacy! God you look hot! Stevie, you got wood for this beauty to taste? I sure would if I were any of you three! Paul, you deserve to cum next after the orgasm I just overheard! Just let me sit there so I can watch the boys play with Stacy while I suck that big cock of yours!"

We shuffled around until I stood over Tina while Stacy rested her head against Tina's thigh and spread her legs for the eager duo. Tina grabbed my cock by its base and stroked it while directing Stan to take out his cock and stroke it for Stacy while Stevie knelt between her legs and devoured her already dripping pussy. Stacy watched as Stan stroked himself until he reached his full 9 1/2" and started to drip pre-cum over his fingers and down his shaft. Stacy started to moan as Stevie ate her with gusto, gasping that Stan's cock was beautiful and she needed to taste it.

"Stick that fat wet cock in your mouth as far as you can Stacy!" Tina commanded, "Suck it deep, that's it! Let's see your hot spit all over that cock, suck up that tasty juice! She sucks great cock, huh Stan?"

Tina turned without waiting for an answer and, grabbing my hips, swallowed my aching cock whole. She looked up at me while bobbing up and down on my straining shaft, twisting my nipples hard as she deep throated me. I grabbed her by the pony tails and fucked her face as she dripped spit all over my cock, down my balls till my legs were covered as well. She pulled off my cock and grabbed it with both hands, slapping it against her face and tits. We watched Stacy suck Stan's huge cock until his legs tensed and he groaned loudly, "God I'm gonna cum! Suck my cock, Stacy!" He pumped once into her willing mouth and she took his first load down her throat, then he pulled his glistening cock head out of her mouth and shot two more loads all over her face and tits. Stevie looked up at his twin's dripping cock and opened his mouth to catch the flow of cum falling his way. Stacy moaned as she licked Stan's cum from her fingers, her tits covered in his cream as he stroked the last drops into Stevie's waiting mouth. Stevie then cleaned Stacy's tits of Stan's cum and shared it with her in a sloppy kiss.

Tina was telling her boy-toy to eat his brother's cum and stroke his own cock for her to fuck next. I looked down at Tina and told her to get ready. She yelled for me to cum all over her heaving tits and in her hot mouth. Needless to say I obliged my demanding cock sucker and shot load after load all over her face, neck, tits and even over her head and onto Stacy's belly and Stevie's face. Stevie and Stacy attacked Tina's cum covered body as I slid down onto the lounge, totally drained.

Tina stood up and kissed Stevie, grabbing his rock hard cock and pulling him after her. She stood on the pool steps and pushed him down, straddling his legs as she fingered her dripping snatch in front of his cum covered face. She scooped cum from his body and stroked his hard shaft, coating his cock with Stan's and my cum. She turned and looked at the three of us, announcing that she was now going to ride her stud's big cock until they both came. She didn't tell us that she was going to put it into her hot tight ass, so we were surprised to see her strain to take him into her until she shrieked, "Fuck!!! Put that fat cock into my ass now! Fuck my ass, you cum loving slut! Oh myyyyyyy Godddddd!!!" Slowly she sank down until all 8 of his erect inches were buried in her tight ass.

Tina slowly built up momentum, riding Stevie's cock for all she was worth. She tossed her head back and forth as she muttered unintelligibly, blurting out random thoughts as her orgasm built from deep inside her. Stevie started to sweat as the grip of her tightly stuffed asshole brought him closer and closer to eruption.

We gathered around them and offered our encouragement to the pair of wildly fucking lovers. Stan told his twin to fill her ass with his cum, as Stacy and I cheered Tina on and twisted her stiff nipples while she worked Stevie's cock into her rectum one final time. Then all hell broke loose as Tina started a low moan that quickly built to a piercing shriek of ecstasy. Tina convulsed in orgasmic bliss while Stevie thrust his cock into her as deep as he could, biting her shoulder as he began to shoot his seed deep into her milking ass. We watched as rivers of cum flowed out around his shaft and coated his cock and balls entirely. Stacy knelt between their legs and lapped up the river of cum that ran out of him and then her. She then clamped her lips on Tina's clit and sucked it fiercely, sending the young girl off on another wild orgasm. She barely made a low whimpering sound as sensations ripped through her, until she collapsed back onto Stevie in total oblivion. Stan and I could only marvel at her capacity for pleasure, which on this occasion even she had surpassed.

The two young men picked Tina up gently and borrowed a towel to wrap her in, then carefully carried her still quivering body back to her house. Stacy and I heard her asking drowsily "What the fuck happened to me???" as they took her inside.

We went inside and showered together, enjoying a slow sensual fuck and then I took her back to her waiting son. Tim showed remarkable improvement over the school year and even ran for school senate. His mother and I occasionally visit Sam's house, looking in on his hot neighbors as well.

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I had arrived a day earlier than kelly. We had been planning this vacation together for almost two years, but one of us always seemed to have to cancel out for one reason or another. This was the first time since college that we could have our reunion. Now laying by the pool I closed my eyes and reminisced about our last two years in college, and particularly the times we had spent as room mates in the sorority house.

Our room was on the third floor at the end of the hallway and I guess our little experiments began as a sort of intimate dare. Actually it had started one evening after we had both been to a Frat party and returned rather drunk. Kelly was far more daring than I was and when we tumbled into our room she mixed herself a drink, then turned to me and made the simple statement that started it all. "I'm horny as hell and I'm going to fuck myself until I pass out."

I heard her, but really didn't quite grasp what she meant.

Then she stepped out of her dress, took off her bra and kicking off her loafers. Next she went to her top dresser drawer and took out her toy. Oh I knew about it because I had one too, and early on we had compared them and discussed using them, but it had ended there. I assumed she used it when I was out just as I did when I was alone between classes, but now there was no secrecy about it. She was going to use it on herself, with the lights on, and with me in the room.

I was giggly and sort of dumbfounded so I just turned and poured myself a drink, and thought about getting undressed too.

From behind me I heard the soft purr as she turned her "wiggly Wabbet" on. I turned to see her with her panties now off and her feet drawn up tight against the cheeks of her ass. Her knees had dropped to either side exposing her pussy with its outer lips parted. She seemed oblivious to my presence and began by just running the pulsating translucent jelly toy up and down her shaved pussy while she rolled her nipple between her fingers.

For a young woman who had too much to drink, her ability to feel things certainly hadn't been affected. Within moments she was panting and moaning softly. I forgot about undressing and simply sat on the corner of the bed and watched her.

She began doing thing with her Wabbet that I really hadn't thought of doing. With her one hand on her breast, and her other pressing the side of her toy firmly against her pussy she began to moan louder, and as her thighs began to quiver and her ass lifted up, she tilted the toy forward and inserted it all the way in. That effectively pressed the little rabbit's ears against her clit.

With a rather loud gasp, she cried out, and began to pump the thing in and out of her pussy. She was on the verge of her first orgasm and was so wet and slippery that I could hear the slurpy sounds that filled the room as she worked it in and out.

I was torn between watching her, and my own throbbing need. I could only sit there and watch as she writhed on the bed and I lifted my skirt and slide my hand up to touch my own sticky slit. "My god," I had thought, "it's taking her a long time to come down," and yet I really didn't want to see her stop because I was getting close to cumming myself.

With a low scream she strained her neck up, stared at me and cried out. "Cummmmmmingggg, Oh yeah here it comes now! Ooooooh Fuck yeah, Oh god it feels so fucking good!

And in that instant I yelled out to her, "Meeeeee tooooooo Kelly, Me toooooo!" I was plunging three fingers in and out of my open pussy while my thumb wobbled sideways on my clit. Suddenly I didn't care how loud I got, I was totally absorbed in the wonderful sensations of an intense orgasm. When I finished I pulled my sticky hand from under my panties and brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked each. She lay moaning on the bed, but as she gasped for breath, she watched me. I was embarrassed, but in those moments I really didn't care either.

She smiled at me and whispered: "Again? Want to do it again Patty?"

I sort of smiled and mumbled, "If you can, I'll Try. I think I can cum again. Just let me get out of these things." I was in the process of stripping down while trying to watch her. She had started slowly plunging her toy in and out of her noisy wet pussy again.

That night we each came four times while we watched each other masturbate. That was more than I had ever cum before, but it was only the beginning of a weekly ritual that was to evolve from our new found pleasure. We had found that watching and listening to each other as we fucked ourselves, was a real turn-on.

It was about three weeks later that we began to be more daring, and by then we had purchased additional toys. Things had gotten to the point where we were having little contests to see who was the fastest, or who could cum most or sometimes who could get the wettest.

That was also the time when Kelly asked me to help her. Up until then we sort of kept to ourselves and watched each other, but on that Friday night Kelly was on her fifth attempt and she was right on the edge, but no matter how fast she moved her hand, or where she put her vibrator, she simply couldn't make it.

"Patty? Oh god Patty, I'm right there but I can't. Do something! Help me! Do something please."

I really didn't know at that time, what to do, but I was willing to try. So that's when we began to do each other. I first played with her nipples so she could use both hands on her pussy. Then I had the idea of using my vibrating egg on her clit, while she used her wabbit inside her pussy.

That did it. With my left hand on her breast, and my fingers rolling her nipple between them, I held the silver egg to her clit and she screamed out as she came.

"Ohmygod, oooohgoddddddd Patty, Here it comes, I'm cumming Oooooooooh shit its so fucking good!"

It was long and hard, and she began by thrusting her cunt up high, forcing the wabbit deep into her pussy and the egg tight against her clit. She began moaning, than she gasped,

"pinch them! Squeeze my nipples! Oh my fucking baby I'm gonna lose my mind! Cumming again Patty, cumming, cumming, Oh yeah, yes, yes oh yessssssssssss."

I remember watching her face and than looking down at her pussy. I took the twisting toy from her hand and drew the squirming jelly vibrator out of her and put it in my mouth. It was coated with a creamy coating of her juices and for the first time I was tasting another girl. I already knew how I tasted, but the thought of tasting her had me intoxicated.

"Kelly? Could you do me? I mean would you help me to cum like that? You can do anything you want, but I want to finish hard like that. Would you?" I pleaded.

That had been the beginning of our intimate relationship. Not intimate in that we were lovers, but intimate in helping each other satisfy our need to cum.

I suppose it was inevitable that others in the sorority house would become involved. I guess we got a bit noisy down at the end of the hallway and the packages wrapped in brown paper that kept coming in the mail, aroused interest and soon our Friday evening sessions became mini orgies with perhaps eight or nine girls joining our little sessions.

Always there was the booze and the x rated videos before we began and the girls would begin trading their favorite toys so we could each decided which one did the most for us. For the most part, the girls would do themselves, but eventually we became comfortable with helping each other.

The contests became more and more diverse. Gloria had one toy that was black. It was perhaps twelve inches long and consisted of a series of golf ball sized round bulges that ran the full length of the rather rigid jelly dildo. She would suction it to a smooth surface and squat over it and move up and down slowly. She would get really wet and creamy and you could see the milky juices clinging to the black rings. One night as she came, she contracted so hard that she actually pulled it loose from the table top.

That began another contest. Who could squeeze tight enough to pull it loose with their pussy. After a while we had all succeeded except for two of the girls. That's when we began giving ourselves rankings. The A's were the winners in most contests, the B's were good but couldn't quite keep up with the A's, and the poor C's, who could only cum once or twice and never really were in the competition. A "C" rating was better than being called vanilla anyway.

Actually towards the end of my senior year, we were in the midst of a drunken Friday night session when the house mother came in. You might have expected us to come to a screeching halt, but when a girl is orgasming or about to, nothing matters except finishing. So when she entered, only those who were either finished or resting between sessions, were alarmed.

Strangely it worked out pretty well. She stared around, but said nothing. Then she walked casually over to the bar and asked one of the girls for a drink. Then she turned her back to the bar, rested her elbows on it, leaned back and watched. Quickly finishing her drink, she opened her blouse, pulled it up from within her slacks and shrugged out of it. Next her bra was discarded and finally her slacks and panties fell to the floor.

She was now a participant and she proved to be more daring than most of the A's. Those were days of learning and of exploring our own physical needs.

I must confess, the two things that I never really got involved in to any great degree, was anal masturbating or going down on Kelly or any of the other girls. But I also must admit, I wanted to try it but never could muster the courage to do it. On the other hand I would let the others eat me and I did try the vibrating butt plugs, but I never could finish using the plugs and only rarely when I was being eaten.

When Shirley introduced the strap-on to the evenings entertainment, we each finished, as I remember, but it was more of a novelty and not something we all enjoyed a lot. Neither was the fisting. Most of us found it painful but I have to admit that once in a while, if I got hot enough and had enough to drink I would let Kelly do me but never deeply.

The only thing missing, and we all agreed on this, was a real guys cock. It was the only toy missing, and because it was too risky to ever really consider, we had to leave that out of our most wanted list of toys.

So now we were finally going to get back together after almost four years. Kelly had been engaged twice, but never went thru with it. I had more or less given up on the hunt because it was too much damn trouble and because I think I probably would have been looking for a commitment if he turned out to be really good in bed. Anyway I figured that if it was going to happen it would, and if it wasn't, then that was all right too. I will admit that I had gone beyond using the simple toys we used back in college, and I had graduated to more expensive and better quality toys since then. I had even brought several along to show Kelly how much I had advanced in the art of "self pleasuring".

As I lay there I opened my eyes and did my little scan of the pool area. I always enjoy looking for the perfect ten in the men's department. You know, the guy you see wearing a bulging tight pair of Speedo's and you think about as you Jill yourself. Anyway I spotted him right away. He was headed for the gazebo For a drink.

Oh Hell I thought, why not. I left my beach chair and gathered up my room key and clutch and went over to where he was sitting. I'm not too comfortable starting a conversation so I was relieved when he simply said:

"Hi. Fantastic weather we're having isn't it?" I nodded yes and to my own surprise, I felt comfortable enough to continue the conversation.

He explained that He was a doctor and was here on a business vacation of sorts. He was attending lectures during the week and getting sun when ever there was free time. All interesting, I thought, but I couldn't keep my eyes off his package. I was imagining all sorts of things. You know, how he would be in bed, how big would he get when he was hard, was he circumcised, and lastly, would he be a good lover with staying power.

I took a sip of my drink and listened to his voice, but not hearing everything he was saying really. I was imagining his voice making love to me. It's crazy but I can do that. In my mind he was whispering my name, He was telling me what he was going to do to me, and what he wanted me to do to him. It was all wishful thinking, but it was making my bikini wet and since it's a pale blue, the dark blue spot between my thighs wasn't something that would go unnoticed.

I crossed my legs and tried to keep the conversation going. Finally names were exchanged and I found out he was Dr. Blake B. Brahman. We sort of laughted when I said that's a lot of B's, sort of like a bumble bee. He smiled but didn't really laugh at my little joke. Looking at his watch, he excused himself and explained that he had to go to a lecture or something if it hadn't been cancelled, but he did say he'd look for me again if I was staying. I was, and told him so.

I was getting a little pink from the sun so I decided to go up to my room. Kelly would be arriving sometime around six and I wanted to shower and rest up a bit. Arriving at my room I showered and found that I was short on towels. I had left one of mine on the chair down by the pool so I had to call the desk to have one brought up. The girl in housekeeping seemed miffed, and said she'd see if she could find someone to deliver one.

Now I was sitting in the living room, my hair still damp but my body fairly dry, I bided my time by going over my collection of toys. The ones I wanted to show Kelly, and I hoped, share with her. I had graduated from the battery things and only used ones that plug in. I wasn't going to ever be on the verge of cumming only to run out of power.

I looked for a plug and tried out my newest addition. It was a bit noisy as the beads in it spun around, but the clit attachment was super quiet as was the head, which twisted and turned. Out of curiosity I slid it into my wet pussy far enough so the beads were well inside me, and turned it on. Yes it was quieter when it was deep inside but got a bit louder when I pulled it back out. I was really getting excited and began to stroke it in and out, and getting closer and closer.

I didn't hear the door open. I didn't see him come in. And I don't know how long he stood there with a towel held in his hand or what he must have thought as he watched me sliding my vibrator in and out of my pussy. But when he cleared his throat loud enough for me to hear him, I was just starting to cum and nothing was going to stop me.

I had been standing with my back to the door and the sofa was directly in front of me. I had my legs spread apart and I was bent slightly forward as I moved the throbbing dildo in and out of my dripping pussy, when I felt his hand on my shoulder.

I was startled, but not startled enough to stop what had begun.

I heard his voice soft and low whisper, "Go on Patty, let yourself cum. Don't stop, just let it happen!"

My mind heard that voice. The voice that I had imagined speaking to me in exactly that same way only an hour earlier. But now the words weren't imagined, they were the words I needed to hear. I turned my head slightly and my legs began to tremble.

I wanted to say something but all I could gasp was: "Cumming Now, Blake, Oh god it's going to be strong. Oh yes, yessssss Now! OHGOD Now it's Cummmmmmmmingggggggg Blake. Hold me! For gods sake hold meeeeeeeeeeeee."

I felt his arms wrap around me and his hands clasped each breast. My hard nipples protruded between his spread fingers and he squeezed them as he brought his fingers together. I tossed my head back and again screamed as I felt the surging rush of tingling sensations roar thru my pussy.

He held me up and put his mouth close to my ear and whispered. "Give it to me Patty, Come on baby cum for me! You want to cum for me don't you? Now let it happen Patty, More, give me more!"

And I did. Oh god I did. His voice elevated my sensations to heights I never dreamed possible and when I thought It couldn't get any more intense, it did. The room seemed to fog over and my blood roared in my ears as I finally slumped in his arms and let the vibrator slip out, letting it fall to the floor.

He walked me forward and turned me around so I could sit on the sofa. I stared first at his face, then down at his slacks. He was huge and the cloth was being stretched so taunt that I expected him to suddenly break free.

I sat there panting as if I had run a marathon. I couldn't catch my breath and I had to sit there and stare directly at his bulging manhood. I was trembling and panting while trying to think of something to say that wouldn't be foolish, but that didn't happen. He looked down at me, smiled, bent down and picked up the squirming vibrator and lay it on top of the towel he had brought. Now without a word, he turned, and quietly left.

I was mortified. I wanted to run after him and explain, but realizing that I was still nude, I just resigned myself to the fact that it had happened and there was nothing I could do to change things.

On the way back from the airport with Kelly I told her everything. She was in hysterics. "so did he watch you fucking yourself with it? I mean did he see your pussy as you did it?"

"No" I answered.

"Well, will we see him again? Did he seem interested in you? Would he go for a threesome if we asked?" her questions went on and on. Finally she asked one last question. "He isn't gay is he?"

I shook my head, "How the hell would I know, Kelly, he didn't stay long enough for me to find out," I answered. The rest of the ride was more reminiscing about our Friday night parties and the things we did together, than anything else.

After dinner we went to the pool area in the hopes of seeing him again. He wasn't there, so we went to the bar in the hotel and had a few more drinks, still hoping that he'd show up, but he didn't. Half snockered, we returned to my room and chatted for a while, but all the time, I kept thinking about him. I think Kelly realized that I wasn't really paying attention to her because she finally got up and went to her room and returned with a small case.

Sitting down next to me she opened it and as we did three years earlier, we compared toys and discussed how we used them. That night we masturbated. I must confess that it was better than usual, probably because Kelly was watching, but more likely because I heard Blake's voice whispering and telling me to cum for him. In any event we each orgasmed two or three times solo, before we again started to help each other. And, as it had been in the sorority house, we competed again to see who was better. Yet, I couldn't get him out of my mind, and finally Kelly rolled over and looked at me.

"your really hot for him aren't you? Did you know your calling out his name each time you cum? Look, Patty, tomorrow we'll get to him and work this out. I want to have him fuck me just as much as you do, it's just a matter of seducing him if that's what it takes."

I had to agree with her, but I was still a bit shy about approaching him, especially after what he saw and how ashamed he made me feel.

The next morning I was again at the pool but this time with Kelly. She was scoping out the guys at the pool and pointed to Blake. She couldn't have known it was him and yet she picked him out as being the best prospect at the pool. Actually he looked even bigger and better than I remembered. I told Kelly that yes, that was Blake. and I think it was at that point that she realized why I had the hots for him. I was looking for an opportunity to wave to him but I guess he didn't recognize me in my yellow bikini and with Kelly by my side. When he went to get a drink a little later at the tiki bar, Kelly pulled me up and whispered, "lets go!"
I was frightened and I knew Kelly would probably do or say something to embarrass me, she always did. As it turned out she played it cool. At first I was blushing so much that I was thankful for the tan I was getting. It hid the flush on my cheeks. When she began to discuss his profession, Medicine, he became very interested. And when he found out that Kelly's grandfather was a famous doctor and was opening a research project funded by one of the major pharmaceutical companies, his interest began to really show.

At some point he mentioned that he had always wanted to be on a research team and asked her if she could arrange a meeting with her grandfather. That was the edge Kelly was looking for.

"Sure, I can do that. Why don't you come on up to our suite later this evening and we can discuss it over a drink? And this time I'll be sure Patty locks the door."

She did it. She can't stop embarrassing me and again she had done it. But now the bait had been taken and she would blackmail him into having sex with us or he could forget about the introduction she had promised. She would arrange a night of sex that he couldn't really refuse if he wanted to further his career. And he didn't even suspect what he would have to do in exchange for her promised favor.

By nine that evening we had both showered and gotten ourselves ready. Neither of us wore bras or panties and we each had put on tight fitting short skirts and blouses that opened down the front. We had agreed that I would go first and although I was more interested in Blake than toys, Kelly had hidden several out of sight, ready to be used if necessary.

About nine twenty he knocked on the door and I let him in. I wanted to draw his lips down to mine but chickened out and just took his hand and led him in. He was dressed casually in a pair of slacks and a white shirt, opened at the neck. Kelly brought drinks over to where we had taken seats on the sofa and we began to sip them. Blake wanted to talk about meeting Kelly's grandfather but she kept changing the subject, keeping him waiting. Finally she looked directly at him and with one simple statement, started my pussy twitching.

"We want something in return for getting you in on grandpa's project Blake and you have to admit fare's fare."

He smiled and simply asked, "sure, what do you want?" Kelly didn't put it into words at that point, but just reached out and began to open the buttons on his shirt as she nodded to me. That was my cue to begin to strip. As she undid his shirt and pulled it out of his slacks he suddenly got a funny grin on his face.

Then he asked, "Both of you?"

Kelly nodded and whispered, Patty first, than me, for starters. It's sort of a qualification test. You know, staying power and technique. Those sorts of things." Now his smile faded and he stood up, turned away and he unfastened his belt.

Kelly was out of her clothes in a flash and as he stepped out of his slacks and began to wiggle out of his shorts, we both let out a gasp. He had the nicest buns I have ever seen and we were holding our breaths as he slowly turned towards us.

I was had just wiggling out of my skirt when he turned completely around. Again that gasp and I swallowed hard. He wasn't erect yet, but it was easy to see what was in store when he did get hard. Even soft, he was large, and he was circumcised so it was easy to see the web of veins that seemed to wrap around his cock.

He seemed to be waiting for us to do or say something, so I got up the courage to begin. "You were a bad boy yesterday Blake. Leaving me like that. Its "get even time," wouldn't you agree?" He said nothing but stared at me, letting his gaze go from the top of my head down to my smooth pussy.

Then he nodded. And as we had arranged, I took charge, and Kelly took her position over on the thick chair in the darkened corner of the room, and watched.

"Ok Blake, lets get that cock of yours a bit firmer. Come here and stand right in front of me!" He came the few steps that separated us, and I stayed seated and leaned forward. Reaching out, I held his balls with one hand and wrapping my other hand around his warm soft cock, leaned forward and placed it between my lips. Sucking him in, I could feel him begin to swell up almost immediately, and now it was easy for me to begin sliding my lips up and down his growing shaft.

I don't think Kelly could see what I was doing or how large he was getting, but I was becoming more and more aroused as he continued to swell in my mouth. Soon I could only take half of his cock before gagging, then seconds later no more than a third and I was bobbing my head frantically, hoping he would cum for me. About that time I heard Kelly turn on one of her toys.

Maybe he was getting even, I don't know, but suddenly he put his hands on my head and began fucking my mouth. He was going in farther then I'd been taking him and I had to gasp for short breaths between strokes. Just about when I expected him to shoot, he pulled out and turned slightly. I grabbed for his cock wanting to put it back in my mouth, but he was out of reach and now stood sideways so both Kelly and I could see what I had created. My eyes were watering from having his huge cock down my throat but thru my blurred vision I couldn't believe how thick and rigid he had gotten.

His cock stood up hard and seemed to point up towards the ceiling. I heard Kelly gasp and looking past him, saw her strumming her vibrating dildo in and out of her cunt as she gurgled something about wanting his cock.

She began to moan and sob as she started to cum. It was at that moment that I lay back on the sofa and pulling Blake to me. I had thrown my right leg up so it rested over the back of the sofa while my left leg hung down to the floor.

Blake climbed over my right leg and put his knees between my parted thighs and as I held my pussy open, he began to rub its head up and down my slippery slit. Not entering yet, but just tormenting me. And as it's head began to rub up and down across my clit I began to thrust up trying to increase the sensation.

I was so fucking hot at that point that I nearly went crazy and began to hump up even though he wasn't in yet. That was almost as exciting because the head of that thick shaft was sliding digging in and doing crazy things to my clit.

I guess Kelly was going for a second orgasm at that point, but she managed to call out to him between gasps.

"Oh fuck, Yeah, oh yeah Blake, Fuck it! Fuck her! Give it to her! Don't play around! Ram it in deep, she likes it that way!"

I could hear her voice and yet I heard my own voice overriding hers. I wanted to cum so damn bad at that point and so close to creaming that I started to plead with him too.

I felt the muscles in my neck tighten as I strained to lift my shoulders up and stare at him. My back arched up and my legs spread even wider trying to urge his cock to find my opening and from sheer frustration my hands flew down and clutched his slippery cock and directed it downwards so his next thrust forced it in deep. I squealed and my arms flew apart and my back arched up.

"Ooh my baby, my dear sweet baby give it to me!" He stretched me wide open and plunged in deep. I hadn't been prepared for what he did, but because I was already swollen and wet with my own milky cum, he slid in right up to his heavy balls.

For a brief moment he paused, then began to draw out before sliding back in. Now our tempo was slow and long. In, out, in, out, over and over again and since he was so thick My pussy was being drawn in and out with each stroke. That made my clit a part of the long drives and suddenly I was over the top and my screams echoed throughout the room.

"Oh dear god. Oh yeah, fuck me baby! Hurt me! Do it! Keep me cumming! Yes, Oh yes I'm creaming all over your cock sweetheart! Give it to meeeeeeee, deep and fast nowwwwwww!" At some point I couldn't take the intense feelings any longer and simply went limp and felt my pussy contract in throbbing twitches. I was thankful that he knew enough to pause because I think I would have passed out if he made me cum again so soon.

I rolled my head to one side and saw Kelly looking down at me. She had left her corner and come over.

She smiled down and turned to Blake. "Take it out of her and fuck my mouth so I can taste you." He smiled and slowly drew out of me. I really didn't want to surrender his cock but as he pulled out with a salacious slurping sound, I realized that he hadn't cum yet. Kelly would be disappointed I thought.

It didn't seem to bother her at all. She always did like the way my wetness tasted, but that was all she would get. His cock glistened with my cum and I watched her press her open lips hungrily over the head of his cock, forcing it deep into her mouth. Then, as she had demanded, he began to sway his hips back and forth, plunging his shaft in and out of her mouth and down her throat.

I watched in amazement as she took his cock deep in her throat without gagging. She had learned a lot in the past few years and apparently, "deep throating" was one of them. For about three minutes he fucked her mouth and still hadn't cum so I crawled over to him and began to fondle his heavy balls. I guess the combination of her sucking and my playing with his balls and ass brought it on.

Suddenly he picked up his pace and began thrusting more rapidly into her mouth.

He reached down and put his hands on each side of her head, and with a low growl gasped: "cumming baby, gonna give it to you any second." Then he suddenly paused and I watched Kelly's cheeks puff out as her mouth began to fill. Grunting he swayed slightly and moaned, "take it! Take it all!"

I felt his balls draw tightly up to his body as if trying to follow the streams of cum that they were flushing into Kelly's mouth. Slowly he stopped and she reluctantly let his cock slip from her mouth. I reached for it and tried to quickly get my lips over it's head before he began to wane, but that proved unnecessary, he stayed hard as a rock.

I could taste the musky remains of his cum but it wasn't enough, so I released him and moved to press my lips over Kelly's. She had swallowed most of it, but I was able to feel the remaining slippery, thick fluid that clung to her tongue.

He had taken me once, but I wanted more, yet I had promised to let Kelly have him next, so now it was my turn to sit back and watch. It was obvious that although he stayed hard, it was going to take him a while to cum again. So moving to the shadows I watched what happened next.

It was apparent that Kelly had learned a lot over the past four years and she definitely had preferences and techniques that were favorites. She took his hand and led him to the back of the couch. There she bent forward and lay over it, presenting her well rounded ass to him.

I didn't know if she wanted him up her butt or just deep in her pussy, she never spoke, but watching Blake thrust his shaft in quickly, it was then obvious that he was taking her pussy. He stroked slowly, but very deeply, forcing her to rock forward and grunt with each thrust.

Within a minute or so she was visibly getting close and now she moaned, "deeper, Oh shit, fuck me harder and faster!" He picked up the pace and now her breasts began to sway back and forth. She was supporting her body on extended arms but suddenly folded one arm up so she could grasp her left breast and began to squeeze its nipple. Now her gasping breath began chanting.

"Fuck, Oh fuck me. Yeah, harder, yes, oh yes just like that. Oh god it's good Blake!"

As I watched intently, I hadn't even been conscious of my own hand kneading my dripping pussy until I felt the sticky fluid begin to make wet sounds. My need to become involved again was so urgent that my fingers plunged in and out of my hot opening. Finally I couldn't stop myself and I stood and went to stand behind him. I wanted to watch his cock drive in and out and listen to the salacious sounds it made. Completely engrossed with what they were doing, I continued to churn my own cunt to a creamy thick mess using two fingers and my thumb. Suddenly I began to erupt.

I can't remember ever having an orgasm while standing except for yesterday, and quite frankly I don't think I'd ever do it again. My legs were spread slightly, I had my right hand occupied plunging my fingers in and out while my thumb continued to wander back and forth across my clit. At that point I lost my balance. My free hand suddenly shot out for support against the back of the couch and my body began to quiver and shake.

I slowly slid to my knees but I couldn't tear my eyes off that hard slippery cock as it drove in and out of Kelly. Now I sat crumpled on my knees behind the sofa when I heard Kelly moan.

"Now! Gimmee it now!" He moved like a machine gone wild and his ass was a blurr as he thrust in and out. She came and suddenly dropped over the back and hung there like a wet rag doll. He stayed deep in her for minutes when she suddenly lifted up.

"Let me change. I want you to lay on your back while I ride you," she gasped . "Your going to have a mad woman on your hands if I let you keep making me cum bending over like this. Come on around and lay on the floor. I'll control things better that way."

I didn't want to seem like a baby but it was my turn and she was going to take him again. I could swear I saw Blake just shrug his shoulders as he pulled that creamy cock out of her and help her stand up. She led him around to the front of the couch and he laid down on the carpet. I pulled myself up and moved around and sat on the sofa.

Blake lay directly in front of me with his cock resting on his abs. Kelly tossed one leg over him and dropped to her knees, straddling him. Reaching down she held his shaft up and rocking forward she lifted herself high and placed the puffy lips of her pussy over his cock and slowly slid down.

As she leaned forward and placed both her hands on his chest, she began to rock back and forth, up and down. Blake must have seen the torment in my face because he seemed determined to satisfy her quickly and be done.

Reaching up he grasped her nipple between his fingers and let his other hand slide, palm up, down his tummy. He was caressing and stroking her clit as she rode up and down. It reminded me of a steam engine as his cock slid in and out like a piston. She probably was trying to control herself to make it last longer, but lost it almost immediately.

She tilted her head back as if staring at the ceiling and let out a long low sob as she began to cum. He knew it was coming and seemed intent on finishing her and watching her face. He was enjoying seeing her orgasm.

As she fell forward, she was drooling and sobbing but he started to again plunge his cock deep into her convulsing womanhood. It was something to behold. She was moaning and shaking uncontrollably as the sounds of that cock moving in and out filled the room with a Pat, Pat, Pat beating series of thrusts.

My pussy was swollen and tender, but strangely it wasn't really uncomfortable, it simply was a feeling of awareness and need. It was an ache but not painful. It was similar to that tingling sensation I get when I play with my nipples, almost as if there were a secret connection between my breasts and my pussy. And it was something that just needed to be satisfied again. You know like an itch that needs to be scratched.

Kelly lay atop Blake for a minute or two before he rolled her onto her side and pulled out. I think he thought that he had done his part, but he hadn't reckoned on our ability to last. When I turned and knelt on the sofa, resting my arms on its back he knew what I wanted.

He came to me and slid his hands over my ass and then along my sides, finally reaching under me and clutching my hanging breasts.

He moved against me, and his wet shaft slid up and down my pussy looking or my vagina. Suddenly he began to part my swollen lips and move deep inside me.

I turned my head to look back over my shoulder, and panted, "More! Again, fuck me again but this time fill me. No more playing games with me."

I think he finally realized that this was a sort of contest and I really think he wanted to prove something to himself or perhaps to us, but it didn't matter. I needed that sensation of cumming to be satisfied and I was ready for him again.

I had seen it on the x rated videos but never really understood it, but when I cried back to him to hurt me, "I want to be hurt!" He began to spank my ass. I mean he slapped my butt again and again and so help me god it made me go crazy. I was suddenly a wild animal and he was a stud with his hard shaft plunging in and out of me.

I began to cum at closer and closer intervals. Then suddenly they all came together and I screamed out. "Baby oh baby, fuck your whore until you fill her. Give it to meeee! Shoot! Now!"

And for the second time in the evening he moaned, "yeah, Oh yea baby take it, its all yours" and he began to spurt his thick cum deep inside me.

Kelly had gotten up and made three more drinks and as I held my hand over my pussy trying to keep his cum from gushing out, we sipped them.

As we rested on the sofa, Blake began to question Kelly about the research program and asked about contacts and such. She had calmed down and did begin to feed him information, but always held out each time he asked what she was going to recommend to her grandfather and when he was going to meet with him. She wasn't thru with Blake yet, and neither was I.

Another drink later and we were all feeling pretty good when Kelly looked at him and said: Lets all go into the bedroom. We're just warming up and that's where my toys are and we can really get to know each other more intimately." He smiled that killer smile and followed me, while Kelly brought up the rear.

To be continued. If you want........

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Kelly had blackmailed Blake into serving as our toy for the evening in return for a recommendation for a position at her grandfathers research institute. Thus far we had badgered him into satisfying our needs during the past hour or so. But that had been in the living room, and I felt sort of sleazy making love on a sofa in a hotel suite.

I really think Blake thought he had kept his part of the bargain, but as we walked him down the short hallway to Kelly's bedroom, he seemed a bit reluctant to let things go further without Kelly giving some assurance that she would call and make the promised recommendation.

I was trailing behind Blake, with Kelly in the lead. All I could do was stare at his beautiful butt as he took long strides following Kelly. Now, I must admit, I'm compulsive but much more shy then Kelly, but between the alcohol and the feeling of power I had in knowing that he was compelled to do anything we wanted, I had lost most of my shyness.

It was sort of a feeling of elation. You know, a feeling of being in control and especially in control of the most delicious man I have ever been with. Oh sure, in the beginning it was just that need to be sexually satisfied, but when he had fucked me and driven me nearly out of my mind, and Kelly began to tell him what to do, I suddenly found myself jealous and a bit possessive.

And to compound things, I had to watch Kelly cum again and again. I wanted him and yet Kelly had taken charge and I felt left out. After all he was my discovery, she only had the ace card in our little blackmail scheme.

Now as I entered the bedroom behind Blake, I suddenly felt a gush of warm fluid spurt, then run down the inside of my thigh. I should have used a tissue or something after he took me that last time, but I was sort of relishing the fact that it was something I had made him give me, and now it was mine.

He really looked a bit puzzled as he stood by the foot of the bed and his head turned from Kelly to me. I saw him look down at my little embarrassment and Kelly followed his gaze.

"Is my little friend Patty making a mess? Come here! I'll take care of that for you."

And, like a robot, I walked over to her. She backed me up against the bed and made me sit down, then she had me lay back. Now she fell to her knees and placing her warm hands on the insides of my thighs spreading my legs. Oh Kelly loved this. She enjoyed doing this to me ever since college but then it had been my own wetness that she craved. Here, and now it was a blend of Blake and I, and so help me god, as she began to lap at my pussy, I began to contract and respond.

She held me open and I lifted my legs to rest them over her shoulders. Suddenly she began dragging her tongue up and down my sticky pussy. I was getting that twitchy feeling again and I called out to Blake.

"Help me. For gods sake baby, help me. You do it. I want your mouth on me. I need to have you do it."

I don't know if Kelly wanted to stop or not but suddenly Blake was between my legs and it was his mouth on my throbbing pussy. Kelly had moved up onto the bed and began to suck on my nipple. She brought my breasts together and began to swing her mouth from one nipple to the other, giving each a moment of warm wet attention and all the while she gently massaged my breasts.

Can anyone imagine what goes on in a girls mind when a real hunk is stabbing his hot tongue deep inside her throbbing pussy and her best girlfriend is dragging her teeth up and down her swollen nipples? I couldn't stop myself.

I cried out. "Oh fuck! Oh my god Blake do something! Talk to me! Do something I'm gonna cum in your mouth."

He moved his mouth up higher so my hot pink clit protruded enough for him to draw it in between his wet lips and suddenly I felt his fingers moving deep within me.

He began to slowly turn them, then he begin to move them in and out. I couldn't watch, but in my mind I could see him perfectly and as I began to pant aloud, he broke away and began talking to me.

"I want you Patty. Give it to me baby! Feel me? Come on darling give it to me! Give me your wetness. I want to taste you. I need it! Now! Cum now for me!"

His voice was like the most erotic thing I have ever heard, and his fingers were dancing inside me, twisting and turning as his thumb slid incessantly back and forth across my clit. I bolted up, thrusting my pelvis high and I screamed to the whole world.

"Yeahhhhhh oh yeahhhhh I'm there! Oh fuck yes, yeah I'm cumming for you Blake, I am! Oh god I love it. It's yours, I'm yours, oh fuck yes, yes yesssss baby oh yes, yesss."

I remember Kelly squeezing my one nipple and biting the other. The combination of pain and the sensations brought on by what Blake was doing to me made me contract so hard that my groin ached. I kept screaming his name and bucking until it finally ended.

I lay panting and moaning on the bed when I felt Blake draw his fingers from inside me and he lifted my legs and swung me onto the bed. That was when I heard Kelly whisper.

"Do me like that Blake. Tell me you want me to cum for you. She'll be useless for at least ten minutes or more, so fuck me now!"

Thru blurred eyes, and with my chest heaving and gasping for air, I watched Blake stare at Kelly and nod "No".

"She's not done and neither am I. She can do it again so you just back off and watch. She needs it again so just give me a second to get hard again and let me finish her again."

For one of the few times in my life I saw tears fill Kelly's eyes as she nodded and dropped to her knees and put Blake's shaft in her mouth. Oh hell yes, she was good alright, and I watched his face as she brought him back to life.

She was getting second best. I know she loved doing what she was doing. For her it was an erotic "turn on" and she would probably try to make him cum in her mouth if he let her continue. But he didn't.

I rolled onto my side and watched. He had pulled out of her mouth and his shaft stood hard and erect. It was so rigid at that moment, that it seemed to curve upwards and as he turned towards me he reached out and grasped my hips and rolled me onto my tummy. Still holding my hips he pulled me to a kneeling position and move to kneel behind me. I waited.

My ass swayed impatiently back and forth waiting for him. And I thought; "is he going to use my ass? Will I be able to take it? Will it hurt?" But it didn't happen.

I felt his cock begin to stab low, just sliding back and forth within the swollen lips of my pussy. The head of his cock kept glancing across my already sensitive clit with each slow, measured thrust, and I began to rock back to meet him. Then, as he held my hips with both hands, his cock suddenly found its target and he slowly inched it deep into my pussy. Oh hell, I have to admit it, I never liked the word "cunt" but I began to babble like a whore, pleading with him.

"Fuck my cunt baby, fuck this little whore, deep and hard. Push it in hard, Deeper, Oh fuck, yeah deep like that!"

Kelly was almost in a trance as she watched him fucking me. Oh god she gasped. "Look at that cock moving in and out."

My pussy began to weep its own, syrupy fluid each time his cock pulled back, and Kelly watched as his pistoning cock worked the slippery fluid into a milky cream.

It began to form a white collar around the base of his shaft and coat his swaying balls. I was being forced to rock back and forth as his thighs pounded against the cheeks of my ass. And now, swaying back and forth, my breasts, with their aroused nipples, being dragged back and forth across the fabric of the bedding.

I could feel the hot inner lining of my vagina clinging to his cock and contracting, it gripped and followed his thick cock as it thrust in and out. That's when I looked back over my shoulder, and called moaned to him.

"NOW! Cummmmmmmming now. Oh fuck Oh yeah give it to me now. Finish me, Oh damn it, shoot in me for gods sake. Finish in me. Do it!"

Blake began thrusting faster and faster, holding my hips and pulling me back onto his driving cock. He was trying to cum again but it was too soon and all he could do was pound his manhood deep into me.

All I could think was: "He has to finish. I need that. I want to be all he needs, all he wants. I have to have it. Oh god give it to me, Please Blake."

With some degree of satisfaction, Kelly realized that she would again have him and as soon as I collapsed and dropped to the bed, she was on Blake like a starving maniac.

"Me. Do me now. Fuck me, I need it too.

As soon as Kelly flopped herself down on the bed and spread her legs wide, Blake plunged deep into her splayed opening. For the next ten or so minutes he drove her crazy, forcing no less than three more orgasms in quick succession, And still he was hadn't cum but stayed hard. But now he was gasping for breath.

Pulling out, with both of us laying on the bed, panting for breath, he turned to go to the living room and get his clothes. Suddenly I couldn't let him go. I nudged Kelly and groaned, "stop him! Lets finish him. I don't care how, but lets do it Kelly."

Kelly was still gasping, but I was able to get up and stop him. Bringing him back to the bed, we had him lay down. Kelly was on his left and I was on his right. And now we began to take turns.

We had often discussed another contest we might have and now was an opportunity to have it. We would each try to get him to cum. Each of us would have one minute to work on him any way we wanted, before the other would take over. The one who was successful during her one minute period, was the winner. We realized that he was probably exhausted but that would work to our advantage because he wouldn't be too quick and we would really have to prove who was the best.

Kelly began. She started by sucking his hard cock, wetting it before using her hand to slide up and down its full length as she licked its head with each stroke.

Pulling her away it was my turn and I too began to suck that beautiful rod to get it slippery before I began to jerk it up and down. Again it was Kelly's turn and she spent more time bobbing her head up and down his shaft, now forcing it deep down her throat.

She could take him deeper than I, but it was during my turn that I began to figure him out. Each time I played with his balls as I either jerked him or sucked him, I would press my finger just under his balls and I could feel him begin to contract.

But before I could get him to cum, it was Kelly's turn. But then her minute passed and I knew I had him. I immediately put my lips over his shaft to wet him, then pressed my finger firmly behind his balls, as I franticly stroked jerked him.

When he gasped the words we had been working so hard to hear, I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and laid his cock on it. I wanted Kelly to see him cum. And my god did he ever.

Blake almost seemed surprised as he moaned. "Take it! Oh damn it. I'm gonna shoot. Now! I am, I am! Oh my god, take it!"

It was at that instant that I felt the first spurt of thick milky cum splatter across my tongue and into my mouth. It was followed seconds later by another but much larger gush and then three or four more. My mouth was full and I closed my lips, trapping it just as Kelly grabbed his cock and drove it into her mouth.

I had won, and my mouth was now overflowing with his cum and although I wanted to swallow it, I held it. I wanted Kelly to see what I had done.

I knew about girls snowballing, but I had never really given it much thought. I mean I really didn't see the reason why girls wanted to do it. But now it was the most important thing on my mind. I had to show Kelly what I held in my mouth and prove to her that I was better. I looked at her face as she tried to drain the last of Blake into her mouth, and she seemed to immediately pick up on my intent.

She released his cock with a slurping sound and lay back with her mouth wide open. I moved to her as if to kiss her and now an inch or so above her open mouth, I parted my lips.

I couldn't tell how much I let drool into her mouth, and I couldn't know how much I kept in mine but I suddenly had to swallow so sealing my lips, I tilted my head back and swallowed.

It wasn't what I expected. It wasn't even what the girls in college had described. He wasn't very salty or bitter or any of that. He was thick and stringy, yes, but so are a lot of other things, and I really liked it. And most of all it was him. And that made it special. I could easily become addicted to this but probably only with Blake.

Well Kelly did call her grandfather and put Blake on the phone. And yes Blake did get to work on the project and he did win a very prestigious award for his contributions. But best of all, I got a phone call from him about two weeks after I returned home and we are going to meet tonight. Oh and I am going to introduce him to my room mate. No its not Kelly, it's Pam and although she's rather shy, I think Blake will enjoy her.

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Charlotte swore at her PC. She could see the setting sun through her office window and she hadn't even started to work on the last of her rather long and complicated invoices. It would be the last train again.

One small comfort greeted her from that thought. The last train was always more or less completely empty so she would able to enjoy her current raunchy book properly on the hour long journey. As a rule, on her normal, crowded commuter trip, she'd always feel self-conscious while reading it. There was no boyfriend or husband at home to greet her on her return so she had come to enjoy the steamier passages, but had to usually wait to get home to allow her mind free rein to enjoy the writing. With the empty last train Charlotte would be practically cumming before she reached her stop.

But that would have to wait. Invoices and long-winded spreadsheets cared nothing for the fantasy needs of girls like Charlotte.

#

Tony stumbled onto the platform, his mind still spinning with a fair bit of booze and an even greater dose of humiliation. What had started out as good evening in prospect, had turned into almost the best night of his life, but then came crashing down around him.

It was Tony's first office party, and he'd been looking forward to it. He had just turned eighteen and had been enjoying the job that he'd started a couple of months before. His colleagues may have ribbed him about being the youngest in the place, the baby of the office, but it had all been in good humour. The best thing about the place, though, had been Janey and Liza. Janey, the brunette and Liza, the red-head were the office flirts. Both a couple of years older than Tony, and both hot as hell. Both loved wearing revealing clothes, insanely small micro-skirts, low cut tops. They both had great legs and fantastic, firm breasts. More than once, Tony had fantasised about the pair. They were more than happy to flirt with him, playfully hinting at threesomes and even how they liked to amuse themselves without a man around, just the two of them. When they promised him, with a wink, a treat at the office party, Tony couldn't wait.

At first they'd seemed to ignore him, but as Tony had a few more drinks, he'd noticed their occasional waves and giggles. When Janey had squeezed by him on the way to the bar, and he felt her hand squeeze his buttocks, Tony had got an almost instant erection. A few minutes later, Liza had managed to prise him away from his friends. Her hand had ran across his bulging crotch and she'd licked her lips. “Golly, Tony,” she'd whispered, “you are pleased to see me.”

Janey had turned up soon after and the pair of them, occasionally rubbing Tony's cock, had directed him towards the Ladies toilet. The three of them were soon crowded into one of the cubicles. Janey pinned him against the wall, pressing her lips to his, shoving her tongue into his inexperienced mouth. Her hand squeezed and rubbed his throbbing rod. Tony's hands fumbled up and down her body, trying to find her breasts, occasionally grabbing one as she squirmed against him. Liza's voice disturbed her.

“Oh, Janey, do you think I'm ready for a bit of that cock?” she said.

Janey broke off and both she and Tony turned to look at the brunette. Liza's micro-skirt was hitched right up and she cheerfully exposed her pussy. It was cleanly shaven, her pink lips glistening with her juices. Tony couldn't even speak as he watched her trace a finger up and down her hot slit.

“Darling,” said Janey, “I think you're more than ready. Mind you, I'm getting pretty hot, I guess we'll have to let Tony choose which cunt he wants first.”

“He'll have to see your first, babe,” replied Liza, reaching round to the back of her friends skirt. Liza quickly unzipped it and it fell to the floor. Like her pal, Janey hadn't bothered with panties and shared her enthusiasm for shaving. Another shining pink, pair of lips greeted Tony's amazed eyes. Liza ran her finger up and down the crevice, making Janey gasp.

“Liza,” gasped Janey, “you know how much I love your finger action, but I think we both need some of Tony's cock.” Liza continued to finger her friend's pussy as Janey turned and reached for Tony's fly. Janey slowly drew the zip down and Tony's shining head poked out.

“Is this how you want that cock, you slut,” whispered Liza. Tony gasped as he watched Liza slipping a couple of fingers into Janey's tight hole.

“Ooh, that's good,” choked Janey. She reached for Tony's erection.

Suddenly Tony, who couldn't stop watching Liza's fingers thrusting in and out, felt his body tense. He tried desperately to hold back but he was so turned on now, nothing could stop him. Hot spunk gushed from the top of his cock before Janey's hand even reached him. His cum splashed over her hand, shooting over to land on Janey's slippery cunt and Liza's fingers which slipped in and out of it.

“I, I'm sorry,” he gasped, feeling his face redden almost instantly.

“Oh my god,” laughed Janey.

“Janey, I think I'm more likely to satisfy you than that sorry member,” said Liza, not letting up with her handiwork.

Janey, slumped back against the cubicle wall and kissed her friend passionately. Her hand found Liza's hot hole and started to work on it.

They broke apart. Liza grabbed Tony's shoulder and pushed him at the door. “Sorry, limp-dick,” she said, “if you can't control yourself, you can't watch either.”

Tony stumbled out of the door, his flacid cock still dripping with his premature ejaculation. One of the other office girls had been at the mirror. Her laughter was still ringing in his ears as he'd left the building and headed for the station. He didn't care that the company were laying on free taxis at the end of the night, the last train would do fine.

#

Charlotte slumped onto the seat as the train started to pull away. She'd only just made it. The problem had been her book. When the last of her invoices had been saved and filed, she'd pulled the paperback out of her bag for a quick preview before going for the train.

The last chapter had ended with the heroine getting dressed up for a business function. The next chapter had started with her being told by her boss that she was expected to satisfy all of their clients during the evening. The function the heroine went to began with just flirtatious comments and the occasional hand brushing against her chest or arse, but soon it was developing into more obvious gropes and lurid suggestions. Charlotte had been getting to a section where one of the clients was asking the heroine to get down and suck him when she had realised that she'd have to rush for the last train.

She'd made it, feeling horny as hell. Being forced to leave her book just as it was getting good was very frustrating. As she'd sprinted along the main station concourse to her platform, all Charlotte could think of was the growing heat between her legs.


Now the train bumped and clanked its way away from the platform, Charlotte took a second to look around her carriage. Empty. Fantastic, she thought, reaching to her bag and pulling out her book. It would be another twenty minutes before the train made another stop so she had plenty of time to get into her heroine's adventures.

Straight away Charlotte was treated to a detailed description of the blow job that the novel's heroine was giving to her client. As she sucked on the cock, her dress was torn off her by a couple of other men, one of whom promptly rammed his cock into her pussy from behind. Charlotte's head was filled with the image of the girl getting pounded from both ends. Her thighs rubbed together as her own pussy warmed up.

In the book, both men climaxed at the same time (as they did in such fiction), pumping cum down the heroine's throat and deep into her hole. As the two men released her, leaving spunk dribbling from her mouth and pussy lips, she looked round to see the other half-dozen clients all naked and aroused, ready for their turns.

Charlotte put the book down beside her and lay back in the seat with her eyes closed. Her hand grabbed the hem of her short skirt and pulled it up. She found her panties, now sopping wet and rubbed her slit through them. It felt so good. She had especially sensitive labia, sometimes, just getting them licked well would bring her off, her clit wouldn't need any attention at all. Of course, a decent man would be able to work on both which would throw her climaxes in more than one direction.

Her fingers speeded up, pushing harder through the thin white silk. Gasping, she imagined what it would be like to get cock at each end. Her orgasm came suddenly, an almost sharp flare of excitement that caused her to give out a high pitched squeal.

Charlotte opened her eyes, her mind still spinning from her quick climax, but her pussy still hot for more. The carriage was still empty. Why not she thought, sending her hand back to her panties.

They were soaked through. Looking out at the passing houses and flats, she realised no-one would be able to look in, at the most they'd catch a glimpse of her as the train passed. In fact, Charlotte thought, it would be quite a thrill to think that someone just looking out of their window would catch sight of her masturbating for a brief instant. She imagined that someone getting an erection and pulling on it, or even a wet pussy and a hand reaching for a vibrator. Charlotte realised she was in the “zone”, her mind going wild with all kinds of sexy thoughts. She pulled her skirt up further, so it was now bunched up around her waist. She stood to pull off her panties. Once they were on the floor at her feet, she stood still for a second, enjoying the sensation of being half naked, having her vagina exposed in the middle of a train carriage. Her fingers were soon working on her lips and clit, her upper thighs becoming slick and shiny with her juices.

Sitting down again she resumed her book as she continued masturbating. Now the heroine was taking more charge. She had forced two of the clients to get down and lick and finger her pussy while another thrust his prick into her mouth. Charlotte's pushed her index finger into her tight crevice while she read on. The heroine was demanding that each of the clients fucked her, one after the other. How amazing that would be, though Charlotte, getting your pussy filled by different cocks in turn. Even in her more promiscuous days, Charlotte had managed to screw with two different guys over the space of a weekend, but never in the same night.

She shoved her finger in further, stimulating her g-spot as her thumb brushed over her hot, slick clit. Her pussy had always been very tight, she could satisfy herself with just the one finger. Guys with only slightly larger than average cocks had to really thrust hard to penetrate her tight opening, which was just how she liked it.

With thoughts of nice big dicks getting shoved into her, she felt her second orgasm rising, and didn't notice the train making its first stop.

#

Tony climbed into the carriage and slumped into a seat, his mind and body still trembling at his humiliation. How would he live that down? The story was probably being passed around the party. The next day at work was going to be impossible.

His thoughts went back to the incident, remembering how terrible he felt as he shot his load and the girls laughed. He couldn't help but remember the sight of Liza's fingers thrusting in and out of Janey's shaven pussy. Despite his embarrassment, he couldn't help but feel an erection growing in his pants. Without thinking his hand went over and rubbed his swelling tool through his trousers.

The train bumped as it moved off again and Tony's head jerked up as he remembered where he was. He looked around the carriage, hoping to find it empty. He winced as he spotted the woman sat further up the carriage. She had her eyes closed, so Tony assumed she must be asleep and sighed with relief. Bad enough to be thoroughly humiliated at the office party without being caught masturbating in public.

Tony noticed the woman's facial expression changing and took a bit more interest. She was very pretty, short blond hair framed a smooth-skinned face. The woman was older than him but still probably not yet thirty. He noticed her blouse was slightly open and that she had a great looking pair of breasts, not huge but certainly a decent handful. His eyes carried on traveling down her body. What he saw next caused his semi-erect cock to stand up full to attention. Her skirt was bunched around her waist and but for her shoes, she was completely naked from the waist down. And more than that, he had a prime view of her hand working on her pussy. Even from about twenty feet away, he could see how shiny her pussy lips were and make out the slippery tops of her firm, tanned thighs. Tony's eyes were like saucers, his humiliation was forgotten and he could hardly believe his luck.

#

Charlotte's second orgasm was more intense that the first, like a short, sharp bolt of electricity sparking inside her. Her finger still pushed in and out, but was slowing down as she opened her eyes again. Her bright blue eyes met Tony's wide amazed eyes. With a shock she wondered how long the young man had been watching. Looking out of the window, she realised that they had just left the second station, so it couldn't have been long. There was another forty minutes until the next stop.

She was pleased when the boy looked away, his face suddenly flushed with embarrassment. She was more pleased when she noticed the serious tent in his trousers.

Obviously, the sensible thing would be to smooth her skirt back down and perhaps move along her seat so that she was no longer in his view. To smooth down her skirt, she'd have to stand up, which would mean, potentially exposing herself fully to him, even if only for a second.

The problem was, that she really didn't want to stop masturbating. She'd had two orgasms, but they'd been pretty localised affairs, fun enough, but not the body shaking thrill she knew was still waiting after a bit more work. If she just shuffled back along the seat, and ignored her book her horniness would probably be gone by the time she got home and she'd be too tired to get going again. Still, thought Charlotte, she was on a public train, her orgasms would have to wait. She stood up, not letting her eyes leave her potential voyeur.

#

He could not believe it. That horny girl had just cum as he watched. Her juices had almost gushed out around her fingers as her back had arched in orgasm. When she'd opened her eyes and looked straight at him, Tony had had to look away, but he didn't want to move in his seat in case he was able to get another glimpse.

He was intensely looking out of the window, although he didn't really notice anything out there as he couldn't get the image of her hot pussy out of his mind. From the corner of his eye, he noticed her stand up. He shouldn't, he knew that he shouldn't, but.... he turned and look back at the woman with the great body and the exposed cunt.

Their eyes met, but only briefly. Charlotte noticed, with an excited satisfaction, that his attention was flicking between her face and her pussy. At once, she felt very open and vulnerable, but, noticing his obvious erection, she felt a thrill of power. Feeling slightly nervous, Charlotte decided not to pull her skirt back down. Taking a deep breath she walked straight over to where Tony sat.

“Like watching do you, little boy?” she said, throwing as much confidence as she could into her voice. Tony's face was a picture of fear and excitement.

“Sorry, I, um...” he stuttered.

“You, um, what?” snapped Charlotte, starting to revel in her dominant role.

“I just, noticed...uh”. Tony could only stammer in reply. That gorgeous pussy that had held his attention earlier was now barely a foot from his face.

Charlotte noticed that the boy could hardly tear his eyes away from her open vagina. She tried to control the smile that she felt working its way across her face, determined to stay in charge. She grabbed him by the hair.

“Liked watching me, did you?” she hissed, “Liked the look of my juices gushing from my hot cunt? Maybe you need a much closer look.”

With that, Charlotte pulled Tony's head violently forward, pushing his face into her crotch. Tony's open mouth met Charlotte's wet pussy lips and his tongue instinctively flicked out.

“Lick it, you little bastard, lick it hard”, she commanded.

Charlotte stifled a groan as Tony's tongue worked up and down her slit. Her hot swollen lips were getting well massaged by Tony's tongue. The physical sensation of the boy's fast moving tongue pressing against her was enough to make her throw her head back in pleasure. The idea of this complete stranger being forced to eat her exposed pussy in this public place made her bite her tongue to hold back her moans.

Tony was loving it. The hand that gripped his hair was pushing his face so hard into that luscious pussy, he could hardly breath, but he carried on lapping at the delicious lips and slurping on the freely flowing juices. He brought his hands up to steady himself, holding on to her wonderfully toned thighs. His thumbs, near the top could feel the slickness, flowing from her cunt.

“Find my clit, you little shit,” snapped the woman.

Tony could only do as he was told and he pushed his tongue up higher. He felt her body jerk as his tongue flicked across her swollen bud.

Charlotte tried to control her body, tried to stop its spasms as the boy's tongue found and lashed her clit. She had to stay in charge, she thought, as her jaws clenched together to stifle her urge to cry out. She threw her head forward and opened her eyes, panting in her efforts not to let his darting tongue send her off too quickly. Her hips began to grind back and forth against the boy's face as the tremors gently rocking her body matched the rhythm of his tonguework. Charlotte needed more. Looking past the boy's bobbing head, she caught sight of the bulge in his trousers. She pushed his head back violently.

Tony almost wailed as he thumped against the back of the seat. He had been so lost in his fevered oral attack on the girl's cunt the sudden breaking-off left him dazed. He looked straight at the juicy hole and almost glowing bud that he had left.

“Stop looking at my cunt, you little prick,” barked the girl. He snapped his head up to meet those gorgeous blue eyes. “Get your cock out,” she snapped. Tony sat stunned. “Now!” she shouted.

Charlotte watched the boy fumble with his belt and zip, eventually loosening them enough to allow his prick to spring out. Not a bad size, she thought, looking down on Tony's six inches of throbbing member. She licked her lips, remembering how long it had been since she'd had a good cock in her. She caught the boys eye again and swiftly brought herself back to her more dominating persona.

“I suppose it will have to do,” she said. Charlotte planted a knee on either side of Tony's thighs and lowered her soaking pussy towards his erection.

Tony felt the hot juicy lips gently squeeze around his bulging helmet. Part of his mind was convinced this must be some kind of dream, he was still horny after the encounter at the party and his mind was playing tricks on him. He opened his eyes and watched his shaft disappear as the horny girl's pussy slid down it. It wasn't a dream, it was a dream come true. She pushed her head close to his and whispered.

“Don't even think of coming until I've finished with you, you little prick,” she hissed.

Man that felt good, thought Charlotte as she straightened her back and pushed her breasts in the boy's face. Grinding up and down on the boy's cock felt great, the swollen head pushing through the tight, outer-lips first of all, before the whole shaft was able to slide in and fill her aching hole.
Tony still could hardly believe his luck. Those firm breasts were bouncing in his face, his cock was swallowed up by the juiciest, tightest cunt he could imagine. Earlier he had despaired about his premature ejaculation in the toilets, now he thanked the Lord for it. His cock felt great and he thought he'd be able to keep going for ever.

Straddling this boy's prick was good, thought Charlotte, but not enough. She needed it faster, harder. She stood up, taking control again. The boy's face fell as his cock twanged back when her pussy slipped away. Charlotte looked down on the glistening, still rigorously hard member. “Not bad, you little prick,” she said, “but I hope you've got some energy.”

The girl grabbed Tony's shirt and pulled him to his feet and spun him round and back a little from the seat. Tony stood there trembling as she kneeled on the seat and bent forward, her arse and pussy now exposed from behind. “Get in my cunt, you little prick,” she commanded, “and make it hard and make it fast.”

The boy didn't need telling twice and Charlotte couldn't stifle her gasp as his cock forced its way back into her tight hole. She was pushed forward so she was bending over the next row of seats. She moaned as the cock was pulled back so just the helmet was still in her, then gasped again as he rammed the full shaft back inside.

Tony was more than happy to do as he was told. Grabbing her hips he thrust back and forth as hard as he could. Her pussy was even hotter and tighter from behind. It felt like his prick was in a velvet vice, one that closed up every time he pulled back and had to force open again with every vigorous thrust. “Fuck me, you little prick,” she shouted, “fuck me hard.” He did everything he could to comply.

Charlotte's body was aflame. Her cunt squirmed and pulsed around that eager, fast moving cock. Their urgent fucking was matching the fast bumping and rhythm of the train. Once again, she hoped that somebody watching from the houses and flats that they passed was able to catch a glimpse of her getting pounded by a complete stranger.

Tony was loving every second of it, but knew he was beginning to get tired, not sure whether he could keep up the frenzied fucking that the girl demanded. He wanted to cum, wanted his cock to explode and feel her orgasm, but he didn't know if he could hold on for much longer. There was a sudden tap on his shoulder.

How long the guard had been stood there, he didn't know. He could tell he'd been around long enough to be enjoying the show. The guard was a huge black guy and pointing straight out of his fly was a suitably huge black cock. He nodded towards the pussy that Tony was urgently screwing and pointed his own dick towards it.

The girl had demanded hard, fast and furious fucking and who was Tony to deny her. He pulled back from those tight, aching lips.

Charlotte moaned, almost in despair as she felt the boy's cock leave her cunt. She was so close now, her whole body was beginning to shake, her fingers and toes tingled with excitement. “I said fuck me, you little bastard,” she shouted, “get that cock back in my cunt now!”

It wasn't the boy's cock she felt forcing its way inside her. Something bigger and more powerful was stretching her aching pussy to the limit. She gasped in pleasure and pain as the massive organ was thrust up to the hilt, feeling a heavy pair of balls bounce against the back of her thighs. Nearly half its length slid out yet she still felt completely filled. When the whole awesome size was thrust back in, she cried out in excitement. Soon her pussy was getting violated like it had never been before.

It wasn't the boy's cock, so where had he gone? Her question was soon answered.

Tony moved round to the other side of the seats and watched for a while, stroking his cock as the huge black guy rammed his big prick in and out of the tight cunt that he had been enjoying just a little earlier. The girl's mouth was wide open with amazement, her eyes dazed with pleasure. His gaze met her beautiful blue eyes and she smiled between gasps. Her gaze went back to the still-hard prick in Tony's hand and her tongue poked out to lick her lips. He didn't need to be told.

Charlotte took the boy's shiny cock into her mouth with as much pleasure as her pussy was getting from the monster member at the other end. What a fantasy come true. Two gorgeous cocks pounding her at the same time. Her head was getting lighter and lighter, her crotch was filled with liquid fire, her juices gushing around the massive prick filling it.

Her body starting shaking with a vigour she couldn't control, her cunt spasming around the big cock, her breath hot around the boy's helmet that she sucked on with such enthusiasm. Her orgasm sent her head spinning, her fingers and toes trembled in sympathy, her knees, her shoulder, everything quivering in pleasure as wave after wave of orgasm rolled over her.

The guard felt the already tight pussy, get tighter still, squeezing his huge cock hard. He couldn't hold back and had no wish to. His hot cum pumped hard into her aching cunt.

Tony watched her body shake and felt her urgent hot breath all over his cock as she slurped and licked at it. His balls jerked as his seed gushed out and straight into her mouth. He groaned loudly with pleasure.

Charlotte felt like she was being pumped full of their hot semen. Sucking hungrily she tried to swallow the boy's cum as he cunt was filled again and again with yet more of the mystery cock's gushing fluids.

The three stayed in position as their respective orgasms rocked and shook them and eventually subsided. The black guy pulled back first, his massive member slowly softening as he slumped back into the seats.

Tony stepped back, his now flaccid cock totally satisfied. Charlotte stayed bent over the back of the seat, getting her breath back. She looked up at Tony and smiled, some of his cum had dribbled over her lips and she licked it back in with a slurp. She straightened up, turning and having her first look at the man who had pounded at her pussy so well. The guard nodded to her, grinning. Charlotte looked down on his still large cock with satisfaction. He looked at her pussy, noticing some of his cum starting to ooze down her thigh.

Without a word Charlotte strode back up the carriage to where her belongings were. She turned to gaze back at the two men who watched her and smoothed her skirt back down, doing nothing about the cum that had dripped down her leg to beyond the hem of the skirt. She sat back down.

The train jerked and bumped as it slowed for the next station and Tony did up his trousers as he realised it was his stop. He got off the train and staggered off towards his house, his cock already stiffening again as he thought of that fantastic experience.

The guard came up to Charlotte and she offered him her ticket. He punched and moved off with a huge smile on his face.

Wow, thought Charlotte, maybe I should get the last train more often.

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"Do these smell 'April Fresh' to you?"

To be honest, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, because I had my nose buried in a History text book. The droning of washers and dryers in the laundry room had me in a trance, imagining what it must have been like in the post-Civil War Reconstruction era.

"Excuse me," asked a husky feminine voice.

I looked up to find a pair of wine-colored silk-and-lace panties dangling in front of my face.

Upon further inspection, the panties were being held by a beautiful girl, not likely older than 19 or 20, still perky and youthful, with cascading light brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

My roommate, Todd, wasn't paying attention either, although he had his nose buried in a Lowrider Pickup Truck magazine.

"Excuse me?" I finally managed to reply, hoping to heaven I didn't sound like a complete dork.

"I said, do these smell 'April Fresh' to you?"

Now how the hell do you come back from that? A beautiful woman who lives in your apartment complex is holding a pair of panties in front of you, essentially asking you to smell them.

"Uh...you want me to ... uhhh..." Now I knew I was sounding like a dork. At this point, I was hoping two things: One, that Todd continued to not pay attention; and two, that this vixen didn't notice how much my hormones had taken over.

"I want you to smell them," she said in a mischievious tone.

Todd looked up from across the laundry room and saw what was going on. A wicked smile slid across his face.

"Uh...sm...you want me to..."

Awwww, what the hell. I grabbed the panties, held them to my nose and took a deep whiff. They were moist, and had a musky, heady aroma. Pussy. The panties smelled like pussy.

"So, do they ..." she started again.

"Smell 'april fresh?' " I said, finishing the quote.

She smiled, and nodded. "Depends," I said. "Is your name April?"

With that, Todd emitted the most obnoxious belly-laugh I had ever heard.

"You can call me whatever you want," she murmured, getting right by my ear.

"I've been watching you for months," she whispered. "We both go to the same Community College ... we're in the same Psych class."

This was embarrassing. This babe was hotter than anyone I had seen in months, and she was someone I should have been seeing!

"Uhhhh..." I began to feel like a broken record, stammering, hemming and hawing.

"In class today, when we were talking about psycho-sexual deviance, and the forward behavior that leads to ... problems ... all I could think of was this..."

She put her hand on my rock-solid cock. I closed my eyes, trying to make sense of it all.

"...in between my legs, filling my pussy with hot..."

She licked my ear.

"...cum."

I may have fainted.

When I opened my eyes, she was standing in front of me, beckoning for Todd to come over.

Todd made it across the room in short order. My sexy young classmate sized him up and then spoke again.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Todd," was his reply.

"This is your roommate, right?" she asked him. He nodded, still grinning.

"What kind of a guy is he?"

Todd was quick to respond.

"He's really nice, very sensitive, pretty lonely...smartest guy I know," Todd started. "He likes football, web surfing...oh...and he hasn't gotten laid since his divorce, two years ago." I just about pissed my pants. Two things: One, how dare he assume I hadn't gotten laid since my divorce, and Two, how the hell did he know I hadn't gotten laid since my divorce?

"I'm Candace, and I want to make sure that we solve that problem," she said, turning back to me, "...right now."

While the laundry room in our apartment complex was fairly sizable-24 washers and dryers, with the washers forming an "island" in the middle and dryers against the surrounding walls. Despite its size, it wasn't private enough for a late night orgy.

Or so I thought.

On one wall, there were two doors. One was always unlocked, and contained simple gardening tools and some automotive tools that were for community use. The other one was always locked, and Todd and I had speculated that in there were the more expensive gardening tools.

Candace took me by the hand and we went to the unlocked door. Inside, somebody had left a bunch of filthy gardening tools and hoses strewn about. The room was about the size of a small workshop, and was not very inviting at all.

The other door was locked and padlocked. There was no way to get into it without breaking two locks.

I was ready to give up, when Candace turned to me and said: "Bryan, I want your cock in my pussy right now. I won't wait another minute."

I was about to protest, when she pushed me to the floor.

"Todd, turn off the light," she said.

Todd stepped across the room and the light was off, leaving a dim orange glow coming in through the windows, fed by the Halogen lights in the parking lot.

After my eyes adjusted, I realized I could still see in the darkness. Candace stood over me and pulled off her tight white blouse, revealing a dark-colored bra against her tanned skin. Then she shimmied out of her skin-tight stretch jeans, revealing a pair of panties the same color as the bra.

In the dark light, she quickly pulled my jogging shorts and underwear from my legs, and just as rapidly had my shoes and socks off.

She crouched over me and murmured in my ear.

"Pull my panties off, lover," she said in a hot, breathy voice.

I sat up part way as I reached for gyrating hips. I got a handful of panties and began to pull. As she stepped out of her panties, she immediately squatted on my face, smothering me in her musky goodness. In addition to her beautiful-smelling twat, she was wearing some kind of perfume that brought out the most in my cock.

I buried my tongue into her fount, rubbing my nose against her clitoris and my goateed chin on the lower lips. My tongue probed her folds, slurping up her ample juices.

And then she was up, and before I knew it, she plunged my cock into her pussy. The warm walls of her cunt bathed my cock in an unbelievable feeling of lust, desire and ecstasy.

In one motion, she pulled off her bra, revealing a bouncing pair of the most perfect breasts I had ever seen, probably 38-40, C or D cups. Her nipples were thick and hard, and she let me taste them as she continued to grind her pussy on my aching member.

She began to moan from the depths of her throat, when suddenly something loomed into my sight from above...it was the most enormous cock I had ever seen, and it belonged to my roommate.

Todd stood over my face, and held his enormous dick in Candace's face. I was shocked, and almost completely lost my erection. Todd stood about 5' 9" and was built like a soccer player or marathon runner: very sinewy. But his dick would have made most porno stars - not to mention a few oak trees - jealous.

Candace took about the first few inches past his head into her mouth and began sucking furiously, never once breaking rhythm on my cock.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations surrounding my desperate penis.

Her tight-fitting pussy seemed to throb with energy, as she bucked wildly on my cock, keeping Todd's monstrous tool in her mouth. Before I knew it, she and I were both coming spasmodically, me grunting through clenched teeth, her crying out with a T-Bone steak of a cock between her teeth, riding her tongue.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"

I opened my eyes, and was blinded to see the laundry room light was on and the landlady was standing to my right, looking as pissed as I had ever seen her...

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Sela sighed and ran her fingers through her short blonde hair. Why did things like this always happen at such an inopportune moment?

With a shudder she recalled the thump and sudden sharp pull of the steering wheel that signalled only one thing. A flat tire. As she steered carefully to the side of the road, she noticed with alarm the growing darkness.

Her car door opened with a creak and Sela silently cursed the annoying sound. Carefully placing her thin heels on the rocky ground, she stood up and glanced around. Shivering slightly, she took in the growing shadows cast by the trees lining each side of the road.

Maybe she had taken a wrong turn. This surely wasn't familiar territory. But Sela had followed her friend's directions to the letter, and she shrugged off the nagging suspicion that she was far from any help.

Quite obviously not much traffic traveled this road, and as the sounds of night began to increase in volume, Sela knew she'd better hurry. Digging her cell phone out of her purse, she dialed her friend's number only to hear the annoying beep that signalled lack of reception. Damn technology anyway, she cursed.

Sela began to feel a prickle of fear rise at the back of her neck. Forcing herself to breath deeply, she assessed the situation. "Well, might as well get on with it," she muttered grimly as she popped open her trunk. Grabbing the jack and spare tire she silently thanked her husband for showing her the basics of car care.

Raising the wheel off the ground was easy enough; loosening the rusty lug nuts proved to be a bit more difficult. Finally Sela was able to pry the tire off and as it thumped to the ground, she heard a distinctive roar in the distance, growing ever louder.


A Harley. Before she could decide whether to flag down the rider or run to safety, she was pinned to the spot by a single headlamp. As the rider slowed to a stop behind her car, Sela wiped her sweaty hands on her dress. The thin summer fabric did nothing to conceal her curves; if anything it made her nipples stand out even further. She forced her arms to her sides, refusing to cower in front of this stranger. Anyway, she might well be taller than he, since she was of considerable height even without her heels.

As the rider climbed off the bike Sela smiled to herself as she noticed the thin stature and average height. Certainly no trouble here. She allowed herself to relax a tiny bit as she prepared to greet him.

"Looks like you could use some help." Sela gasped at the high feminine voice, and watched with shock as the rider pulled off her helmet to reveal long blonde curls. "Expecting someone slightly different I take it," she laughed. "I'm Delia, by the way."

"Nice to meet you...I'm Sela. I think I've got things under control but I sure wouldn't turn down a hand."

"Alright then," Delia agreed. "Let's have a look."

As the two women stooped over the tire, Sela could feel Delia's questioning eyes on her more than once. "I'm on my way to a friend's house," she explained.

"Must be a pretty special friend," Delia replied with a chuckle. Sela couldn't stop the sudden rush of warmth through her body at the obvious compliment. Surprised at her reaction, she glanced at the other blonde, noticing with growing excitement as Delia met her stare with intense blue eyes.

"I've always liked brown eyes," Delia murmured.

"Oh...umm...thanks...I uh..." Sela stuttered.

"Relax," Delia said with a laugh. "I'm not going to jump you, no matter how mean I look. But seriously, have you ever been with a woman before?"

Sela started at the question, and as she glanced once again at the biker, she wondered if she was dreaming. "Yes...once. I loved it and have always wanted to try it again," she admitted softly.

Delia nodded, "I see. Well, we'd better get things picked up. It's pretty dark now."

Sela agreed nervously, wondering at the sudden change in the mood. The air was charged with erotic electricity it seemed, but she didn't know how to make the first move. Maybe she wouldn't have to, she thought.

After the women had packed the tools in the trunk, Sela turned to thank Delia and found her face only inches away. This is too inviting to pass up, Sela thought, and as she lowered her lips slowly she could feel her heart beating a fast staccato in her chest.

At the first slight touch both women felt a shock bolt through their bodies. Sela gently pressed her lips to the other woman's, feeling the softness, breathing in her soft perfume. Delia returned the kiss, parting her mouth eagerly beneath Sela's flickering tongue.

As their tongues met, both women groaned out loud, slipping into a tight embrace, hands roving over each other's bodies, taking in the soft curves.

Their kissing grew in intensity and Sela pressed Delia back against the car for support. As they grew increasingly aroused, they began to grind into each other, feeling the hotness between their legs as their passion mounted.

"Oh god, Sela..." Delia moaned, thrusting her hips hard against Sela's thigh.

Sela trailed hot kisses down Delia's neck, panting with lust, savoring each nibble on the delicate skin. She was so soft, so hot, so lusty. God, she had longed for this for such a long time.

Sela's hands continued their exploration, and as she unzipped the dusty leather jacket, she found nothing underneath. Her fingertips grazed over Delia's breasts, taking in the full curves. As she brushed the nipples, Delia gasped and whimpered, arching her back, thrusting her breasts outward.

Sela helped her out of the jacket, loving the way the moonlight made the smooth orbs glow. As she lowered her mouth to the tight buds, she felt Delia's hands running through her own hair.

She flicked her tongue lightly over the stiff peaks, hearing with pleasure Delia's moan of intense lust. Sela took more of the nipple in her mouth, sucking gently, then harder, increasing the intensity and tempo until Delia's hips were thrusting towards her in a rhythm known before time began.

She reached to the other bud now, her mouth playing the same havoc upon the other twin. Her fingers played gently with Delia's other nipple, causing the sensation in the pit of Delia's stomach to burn out of control.

"Let me see you, Sela," Delia whispered.

Sela lifted her dress over her head, revealing nothing but tanned bare skin beneath. Delia gasped her approval at Sela's tight toned body, running her hands over the soft curves. As Delia's fingers reached her nipples, Sela gasped and shook with the overwhelming pleasure of another woman's soft touch.

Sela closed her eyes and threw her head back, surrendering to the twin sensations causing ripples of pleasure to run through her body. As Delia's hot mouth replaced her fingers Sela moaned aloud, throwing caution to the wind, arching her back, gripping Delia's hair and forcing her to suck harder...much harder.

Sela's knees began to weaken and she groaned aloud. Delia spun her around so that she was half reclining against the car. As her back hit the cold metal, Sela gasped and recoiled in shock. She saw Delia's white teeth flash in the dim moonlight, revealing her delighted grin.

"God, you're beautiful," Delia murmured. She traced her fingertips across Sela's body, over her tanned stomach, down her thighs. Sela held her breath as Delia's touch came even closer to her womanhood, and she resisted the urge to arch her hips nearer yet to the other woman's experienced touch.

Delia softly rubbed the smooth skin of Sela's shaven pussy. "Shaved was always my favorite," she said with a grin. As Sela laughed softly, Delia inserted one long finger quickly inside the hot wetness. Sela gasped, moaning, begging for more.

"God, you're so wet, Sela. Do I do that to you?" Delia asked, even as she knew the answer.

"Ohhh...Delia...fuck me please, eat me, lick me...do anything...you make me feel so....so....ahhhhhh," Sela could no longer think as Delia's tongue found her throbbing clit. Delia's fingers fucked her and her tongue worked magic on her swollen bud. Sela arched her hips off the car, forcing her pussy into Delia's welcoming mouth.

As the burning sensation in the pit of her stomach grew stronger, Sela felt her body become tense with pent-up release. All she knew at the moment was the tongue working her bud, teasing, in a circle, now back and forth, now sucking.

"Oh, god...faster, Delia, oh please don't stop...oh, god....ohhhhhhhh..." Sela came with a spasming release, body shaking. She cried out, screamed even, gripping Delia's long hair in her hands, begging her to never stop.

As the last shreds of her orgasm ebbed though her relaxing body, Sela opening her eyes. Delia was leaning over her, juices coating her full lips.

Sela pulled her head down, kissing her full on the mouth, tasting her own wetness. Their kiss deepened, tongues fucking, hands roving. Sela flipped Delia onto her back, and it was her turn to squeal at the cold metal. "Payback's a bitch, you know," Sela grinned.

Sela stripped Delia's leather pants down her long slim legs in a matter of seconds. She found Delia's trimmed pussy sopping wet. She backed off though, wanting to prolong the other woman's pleasure just as she had done for her.

Sela trailed kisses over Delia's toned stomach, tasting the salt on her skin. She let her tongue flicker lightly at Delia's navel, noticing with a smile the tiny stud of silver lying there.

Sela let her fingertips explore Delia's damp folds. As she parted the swollen lips, hot wetness coated her fingers instantly. "God, you smell so good, Delia," she whispered.

Sela found the tiny bud within Delia's wet lips, rubbing it insistently, small circles, back and forth, until Delia's hips were frantically thrusting back at her.

She crouched on the ground and touched the tip of her tongue to Delia's slit. Delia jumped, gasped, and Sela tasted the honeyed saltiness of the other woman's juices. She thrust her tongue out further, up into the tunnel, her nose pressing against Delia's clit. She tongue-fucked Delia, sucking the delicious moisture out of her pussy.

Delia grabbed Sela's head, thrusting her pussy into her mouth, begging her to suck harder. Sela placed her hands on Delia's stomach, feeling it tense. As Delia moaned louder, her breath came in faster and faster pants.

"Ohhhhhhhh...god...fuck...." Delia came hard. Sela tasted the new wetness that emerged and hung on as she felt the tremors shake Delia to her very core. At last Delia relaxed her grip and she lay back, gasping, grinning.

"You are quite good at that, my dear. Are you sure you've only done that once?"

Sela smiled, "Quite sure...but I learn fast."

Delia sat up quickly. "You might be just the woman I'm looking for," she said.

Sela gave her a quizzical look. Delia leaned forward, giving her a kiss full of promise. Sela returned it with as much passion as she felt, knowing that her life would never be the same again.

Chapter 2

"Well, we'd better get dressed before we get arrested," Delia said with a laugh. As the women hopped off the car, they suddenly realized how chilly the night air had become. Sela leaned over to give Delia's left nipple a quick lick. Delia sighed at her touch and Sela eyed her carefully. "Sure you've had enough?"

Delia grinned and glanced over her shoulder. "Hmmmm...well, now that you mention it..." The sound of traffic on the highway brought her words to an abrupt halt. "Shit...get some clothes on."

Too late, the women were caught by the high beams of the approaching vehicle. Sela groaned as she recognized the car. Damn, she should've known he'd come looking for her.

As the sporty sedan ground to a halt on the rocky roadside, both women could make out a tall figure emerging from the vehicle. "Sela, is that you?"

"Hi Trev," Sela responded with a quake in her voice.

"What the hell?" came the response.

Trev slowly walked toward the women, who were standing with obvious uncomfort before his gaze. Wow, he thought, it's not every day I come across two beautiful women alone at night. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he blinked once, then again. My god, they're naked.

His cock throbbed inside his tight jeans and he felt the familiar pulse begin to pound the way it always did whenever he saw Sela's gorgeous body.

Sela noticed his glance waver, and as she dropped her eyes to his crotch, she found a bulge beginning. She smiled slightly at his discomfort, and turned to Delia. "I'd like you to meet my friend Trev," she said.

Delia turned with a smile. "So you're the reason Sela was so dressed up." Delia took in the man's fit body with an appreciate glance. His greying hair glinted brightly in the moonlight and she could make out his eyes, dark, warm, but strangely intense. Delia shivered slightly at his gaze, and she felt her body warm slightly as she noticed his straining fly.

"I'm Delia," she returned Trev's gaze steadily.

"A pleasure, Delia," Trev kissed her hand lightly and then turned to the other woman.

"Well Sela, you never cease to surprise me," Trev began. "Just what have you been up to now?"

Sela dropped her gaze contritely. "I didn't really mean to, I mean, I just..." she stuttered. Her eyes flashed defensively, "You know I enjoy women, and here was my chance to reopen myself."

"Relax, darling," Trev chuckled, "I'm glad I was the one to come upon the two of you like this. However, since I didn't know about your friend here, it seems that you've been slightly naughty, Sela. Am I right?"

"Yes," Sela mumbled. She was utterly humiliated at being shown such dominance in front of her new friend. And dammit, she thought, why did she always get so horny when Trev acted like this. It was as if being put in her place was actually a turn-on, but small wonder since Trev softened his admonitions with kindness.

As if to reaffirm that fact, Trev pulled Sela into his arms. He bent his head to her ear, "You know what happens to girls who are naughty," and at Sela's miserable nod he added, "but I think that's best saved for later." Sela breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't wanted to scare the other woman away, and Trev must have been thinking along the same lines.

She looked up into the face she had come to know so well, and smiled when she saw Trev's eyes darken to an even deeper brown. His lips came down on hers and as she returned his kiss with all the passion she felt, she knew it had been way too long.

Sela felt his tongue flicker between her lips, and she groaned hungrily as she felt his hard body press even closer to hers. His hands gripped her ass tightly, and as she ground herself into his groin she knew he would be fighting for control.

At last Trev broke the kiss. "Now Sela, why don't you show me what you ladies were up to."

Delia had been slightly curious about the whole show taking place before her. These two were obviously in great lust, and as Sela moved toward her she saw a new light shining in her eyes.

Just as Sela was about to kiss the other woman, Trev broke the spell with a hoarse whisper, "Stop."

The women froze and jumped slightly at the bright flash of light that cut through the darkness. The soft whir of the camera made Sela slightly giddy. She had always enjoyed being caught on film and was only too happy to comply whenever Trev wanted her to pose.

Now however, the delay was causing her pulse to race a little faster than usual. Seeing Delia's lips only centimeters away made Sela ache to feel them again. To feel the softness. To mould them with her own. As the camera flashed again, Sela let out a soft sigh. Ah, the sweet torture of the waiting game.

At last Trev allowed the women to continue with a whispered, "Okay...kiss."

Sela felt the other woman's lips beneath her own an instant later. The softness excited her more than she could imagine and she felt as though she were discovering Delia's lips for the first time.

Sela traced the outline of Delia's full mouth with the tip of her tongue. As the other woman's lips parted beneath her coaxing, Sela let her tongue slip inside. She tasted the sweetness, could feel the wet softness, and soon both women were fucking with their tongues, moaning, rubbing bare breasts against each other's bodies.

Trev couldn't take his eyes of the wonderful scene unfolding in front of him. The temptation to stroke his hard cock was too much, and as he pulled his stiff member from his jeans, the hot flesh ached beneath his touch.

He gently urged the women on, and soon they were kneeling in the soft grass at the side of the road. Sela nipped at Delia's hard nipples, licking them until they were aching and swollen. She lifted Delia's hand to her own breast, and gasped when she felt her nimble fingers dance over the aching bud. "Harder," Sela urged, and when Delia complied, Sela moaned and whimpered with intense pleasure.

The women were on fire now, moving at their own pace. Trev leaned against the car and for now was content to watch, taking in the beauty of the naked bodies writhing in front of him.

Sela could see Trev out of the corner of her eye, the slight smile on his face full of lust. As she noticed his hard cock she felt a delightful torrent of arousal course through her veins. She so loved seeing him jack off, and his lust was obvious as the precum began to drip from the tip of his rod.

Sela gently urged Delia around so she could take in the sight. Sela saw her eyes widen slightly. My god, Delia thought, this man is quite gorgeous.

The women paused for a few seconds, and after another blinding flash of light, Trev urged them on.

Sela ran her hands over the other woman's body, taking in the soft curves. As she squeezed the rounded buttocks, she heard Delia's swift intake of breath. Sela moved around to the front, caressing Delia's thighs with feather-light touches. As she moved higher, she heard the other woman's breathing increase in tempo.

Parting the slippery wet folds with her finger made Sela throw her head back. Oh, the feel of hot wetness all around her. It was almost too much.

"Oh god, Sela..." Delia moaned. "I love the way you touch me."

The sounds of heavy breathing and soft moans filled the night air. Sela could hear Trev's breathing, making his fight for control obvious to both women.

Being watched was such a turn-on for the pair, and as their arousal grew, they knew they needed more.

Delia spun Sela around and an instant later thrust her tongue deep inside the hot tunnel. "Oh fuck," Sela shrieked in surprise. She ground her hips towards the other woman's mouth before lowering her own lips to Delia's sweet pussy.

"Mmmmmmm..." Sela moaned, "you taste even better than before."

"Do I..." Delia's voice was muffled and her comment was cut short by a moan of pleasure as Sela found her sensitive bud.

Trev watched with growing pleasure as the women sucked and licked each other in building passion. They rocked together as one, each grinding her hips into the other's face.

"Oh god, Delia," Sela groaned, "you make me feel so good, god..." Before she could pull back Sela felt the crash hit her as she came hard, shaking.

She sucked harder on Delia's clit and a minute later the other woman joined her in bliss. The sounds of screams filled the night air now, and as Delia slowly relaxed, both women slumped over each other, enjoying the mellow glow.

Trev had almost lost it when the women came, and now he ached for release in a bad way. He stood up, his cock sticking straight out in front of him

Sela lifted her eyes and took in the sight above her. "Hmmmmm...looks like you need some help Trev," she said hoarsely, her eyes glowing.

"Thank you for the show, ladies," Trev said with a grin, "but it's had some....uh...hard consequences."

Sela chuckled as a new thought entered her mind. She'd probably pay for it later, but the temptation was too great.
Faking a yawn she got slowly to her feet. As she stretched languidly before the man, she noticed his appreciative glance over her body. "Oh, Trev, I'd really love to help you out, but Delia and I...well...we're SO tired."

Delia caught her swift glance and grinned. "Yeah, Trev, we're just pooped."

The look of consternation that crossed Trev's face almost caused Sela to hoot with laughter. She restrained herself, however, and said sweetly, "Why don't you drive us back to your place? We can leave my car here till morning."

Trev cleared his throat. "Uh, sure." He was highly irritated, but always the perfect gentleman, and if the women were too tired, well, he'd have to wait.

The girls picked up their clothes and grabbed their things. Delia walked her bike into the woods a short ways and chained it to a tree.

"Ready, lover," Sela called out.

They piled into the sedan. Delia climbed in front at Sela's urging, and as Sela made herself comfortable in the back seat, she caught Trev's searing gaze in the rearview mirror and shivered slightly. Yes, there would be hell to pay.

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"Five minutes to Four in the Goddamn morning," Caroline spat when she turned the ignition of her car to start it, her voice hoarse from the previous seven hours she had just spent alone with her Ex-Husband.

"I gotta get home and at least try to get a few hours of sleep before work... " Caroline half dazedly muttered before stopping in mid breath when she saw the message light blinking on her charging cell phone.

"That can't be good," she groaned, not immediately recognizing the number on the display.

"Hi Caroline... this is Dave Sisler... from the office. Its about 8:30 or so... a couple of other things came to mind that I wanted to run by you. Don't worry about calling me back... if you can though... maybe try to get to the office an hour or so earlier in the morning... I think you can be a really big help to me on this project Caroline... thanks again and I'll see you in the at 7 maybe," her Boss' voice trailed off before the click that ended the call slapped her across her sleepy face.

"Shhh... iitttt," Caroline groggily hissed, her hope of getting at least a few hours of sleep and still being able to get to work on time, now dashed.

"You could always go in late and say you didn't get the message," the fibbing part of Caroline's psyche offered even though she knew deep down she had a good thing going at the office and didn't want to mess up the goodwill she had already forged.

"And Besides... a long day at work will be a good thing... you'll need something to take your mind of what happened with Steven earlier tonight... because you know your gonna feel like crap as soon as these endorphins start wearing off... not to mention the guilt that's gonna come with it... "

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Somehow, Caroline had been able to drive herself home, sneaked in an hour's worth of shuteye, showered and got herself to work 15 minutes before Dave Sisler arrived at the office. Propped up by more coffee than any human should have rightly consumed in one day, Caroline had made it to 5 o'clock but as she headed to her car for the ride home that evening, she was mentally and physically spent.

Checking her cell phone for any new messages, Caroline for some explicable reason felt crestfallen when there wasn't anything from Steven on her answering service.

"What... like you thought he was gonna actually call you after last night?" her inner voice mocked. "He's your Ex-Husband and he just wanted a lay... wasn't that the same thing you wanted too... and now you feel guilty and mad that he didn't call?"

Deep down, Caroline knew how silly and useless that pining for Steven was and thankfully, with each passing day, Caroline was able to put the events of that illicit and ill-fated rendezvous with her Ex out of her mind. As the holidays approached however, Caroline was frequently reminded of her current situation. She was still single, still bitter, still poor and with the office Christmas party coming up the following weekend, she didn't have a clue who to find for a date.

Considering she was more than a little older than most of the single men at the Firm, not to mention, black and still new around the office, Caroline had no idea which way to turn until she arrived at the last dreaded option, a blind date.

Giving in and allowing a friend of hers from business school to fix her up with one of her cousins, Caroline didn't meet Larry until a day before the party.

He turned out to be handsome enough, 41 and the divorced Father of two and upon seeing him in his tux and how good they looked on each other's arm, Caroline figured she could have done worse. Still, as the evening progressed, it became clear there just wasn't any chemistry between the two. The party itself was an ordeal, and Caroline was glad the open bar was free and Larry was driving.

The fact that so many of her co-workers were happily cavorting with their spouses or significant others, while she was forced to fake it with a man she barely even knew, made it that much more difficult.

The fact that Larry didn't want to dance made the time move even slower. Sharing a few polite trips out onto the dance floor with various men from the office, Caroline tried to be the best social butterfly she could as the bourbon slowly dulled her cares away.

Doing the best she could to soak in the sights and scenery around her, Caroline gradually became drawn to the only other seemingly single person in the room, her boss, Dave Sisler. Having heard through the grapevine he had divorced before she began working at the Firm, Caroline couldn't help but notice how Dave seemed to share quite a number of dances with various girl's from the secretary pool.

"They're all just networking," she laughed to herself in between failed attempts to get Larry to take her out on the dance floor. "Besides... he's the only single Partner at the Firm... just look at the way all the other wives of the Bigwigs have their Husbands by the ear keeping them from dancing with any of the younger girls."

Just as she was watching Dave finish another quick dance with one of the other girls, their eyes suddenly locked. A few moments later, he had walked over and politely asked Caroline out onto the floor. Hesitant at first, not wanting to upset Larry, Caroline hemmed and hawed for a couple of seconds before nodding to her date and accepting her Boss' invitation out to the center of the floor.

"You do look beautiful tonight Caroline... your Boyfriend is certainly a lucky man," Dave complimented with real conviction as the two started to dance.

"Thank you," Caroline replied after spending a moment to organize her bourbon washed sense of balance.

"He's not my Boyfriend," she started to tell Dave before deciding it was too awkward and useless to explain her and Larry's arrangement.

Caroline self consciously seemed to feel everyone at the party's eyes train on her as she spun around the dance floor with her Boss, especially the sights of some of the secretaries Dave had danced with earlier in the evening.

"They almost look like their jealous," she laughed into her dance partner's ear.

"Let them," Dave cracked before whisking Caroline across the floor once again.

"You really are a good dancer Caroline," Dave whispered softly into her ear. "Most of these younger girls can shake a grind just fine but they have no clue how to actually dance."

"Thank you... you're not too bad yourself," Caroline once again babbled, feeling dizzier by the moment as her bosom pressed against Dave Sisler's chest.

"He doesn't look too happy," Dave commented a few moments later, catching a quick glimpse over Caroline's shoulder, at her date through the crowd.

"Who?" Caroline asked.

"The guy your with... he looks kind of bored over there against the wall," Dave added.

"Oh... don't worry about him," Caroline's chirped, her inebriated conscience thrilled someone cared enough about her to get a little jealous for a change.

"Not a bad position to be in," she thought to herself. "Sharing a dance in one man's strong arms while another's getting jealous over you on the other side of the room."

Within a few moments, the last song was over and Dave and Caroline shared a brief hug before she walked back over to join Larry.

Walking through the throng of revelers, Caroline couldn't help but soak in the sexual vibe that was percolating through the room. Approaching her date, Caroline gave Larry a giddy and knowing smile as if to say the fun for the evening might not be completely over.

"You ready to go?" Caroline offered with more than a hint of tipsy suggestiveness.

"Yeah... I guess," Larry dryly replied, helping Caroline to the coat room before the two headed back out into the awful, Mid December cold.

Once back in the comfort and warmth of Larry's passenger seat, Caroline let out a long sigh of relief when the car finally turned on the main road home. Rolling down the window a few inches when she lit a cigarette, Caroline's spine shivered from the duel sensation of the nicotine kicking in as well as the cool rush of air against her clammy skin.

"I had a great time Larry," Caroline beamed between puffs of her Kool, extending her right leg all the way forward in the floor board until her evening dress hiked up enough so that her thick, well toned thigh was clearly visible to her date.

"Good," Larry replied distantly.

"You OK?" Caroline finally asked, sensing a tone in Larry's voice.

His dick hardening in his pants at the way Caroline had her leg propped up and exposed, even though Larry could sense from the way Caroline was acting he could probably have his way with her when they got back to her place, like so many other times in his life, Larry allowed his mouth and his insecurities to screw things up.

"Do you always dance that close with your Boss?" Larry accusingly asked out of nowhere, taking Caroline by complete surprise.

"Wha... " was all the drunk woman in the passenger seat could muster.

"N... Nothing... its none of my business," Larry quickly added, immediately knowing he had turned over a rock he shouldn't have.

"Then why in the Hell did you bring it up?" Caroline incredulously spat. "I gave you every opportunity to get out there and dance with me and you said 'no' each time!"

"So... are you like trying to sleep your way to the top or something?" the man Caroline had known for all of two days sniped.

"WELL FUCK YOU," Caroline screamed, having to fight the urge to reach over and gauge the man's eyeballs out with her fingernails as he drove her home.

"I'm the one coming home with you ain't I?" Caroline tried to reason a few moments later which elicited nothing but more brooding silence from Larry.

"Act just like my fucking drunk Ex-Wife," Larry hissed under his breath about 20 seconds later, still loud enough though for his date to hear, which brought nothing but shock to Caroline, who had no clue, or care, that Larry's Ex had left him for her Boss several years earlier.

Thankfully, Larry took out his misplaced and ill-timed anger on the car's accelerator and the two were back at Caroline's apartment complex in less than 10 minutes. Sitting in the car as it idled, Caroline waited for a few moments before getting out in hopes Larry would say something to prove the last half hour was nothing more than a bad dream.

"Maybe I'll call you sometime," he finally offered, revving the engine several times to break up the uncomfortable silence after the words left his mouth.

"Fuckin' hope not," Caroline answered before getting out and slamming the car door hard.

Fishing her keys out of her purse, the radiating heat of anger in her cheeks sure to evaporate any tears that dared fall from her eyes, Caroline made her way up the steps to her third floor apartment. Fighting to get the key into the series of locks guarding her door with her drunken and shaky grip, once inside Caroline groaned loudly before kicking her heels across the room.

Closing the door quickly behind her and collapsing against its supportive frame, Caroline didn't know whether to laugh or cry from how the night had turned out.

"Fucking sucks to be single," she spat before dropping her woozy body down on the sofa.

Rubbing at both her sore feet for a few moments, Caroline looked over at the clock and a brief sparkle glimmered in her eyes.

"It's only 11:35," she thought out loud. "Bet Steven hasn't gone to bed yet... "

"Don't even think about it Caroline," another voice quickly and thankfully interrupted. "The only thing you need right now is some sleep!"

There alone and motionless on the sofa, Caroline was left to fight all the demons that had so doggedly haunted her.

"I can't sit here and listen to this," she finally screeched out loud, pulling herself up from the sofa as her tightly bound breasts half spilled over the top of her dress.

"Thank God I've got tomorrow to sleep this off... I know I'm gonna feel like shit in the morning," Caroline inherently knew as she staggered down the hallway towards her bedroom.

Standing at the foot of the bed in the dark, having missed twice trying to turn the light switch on as she walked through the doorway, Caroline's head bobbed between her shoulders from the combination of inebriation and fatigue. Reaching down to blindly try lifting her dress up her body and over her head, she was forced to take a seat on the mattress before falling sideways on top of the comforter at the foot of the bed.

"GGRRRHHH," Caroline groaned as she tried to right herself, finally getting the tight sequined gown all the way off.

Catching her breath for a moment before continuing, Caroline then reached around her back and unclasped the duel snaps of her bra. A second later, both her full, matronly breasts were freed and bounced like a pair of dark, robust melons against her chest.

"God... that's better," she sighed in relief before folding the bra straps all the way over shoulders.

Raising her hands to her bosom, Caroline clumsily pinched and kneaded the chocolate brown orbs in attempt to get the feeling back in them after they spent the entire evening in such binding constraints.

"Every-fucking-body else at that party is probably getting laid right now... Well everybody but Larry and that's his own Goddamn fault," Caroline drunkenly giggled before her bitter malaise kicked back in.

Nothing left on her body but her lacy white, French cut panties, Caroline rested her weary body on the edge of the bed before making her first attempt to lift her left feet off the floor so she could begin sliding down her underwear.

"You're too old to be wearing things like these, Caroline," she chided herself, remembering the look of 'these must be a gift for your Daughter' on the clerk's face at the boutique when she bought them for the party, just in case something had happened afterwards.

The vague hint of her arousal slowly crept upwards as Caroline worked her panties off and dropped them to the floor.

"I can't even give this damn pussy away!" she chuckled with a mix of anger and emptiness that only humor could conceal before she collapsed backwards on the center of the bed.

"Just go to sleep Baby... just go to sleep" Caroline told herself several times even though her right hand kept brushing at the dense tangle of pubic hair between her legs and the still slick and buttery slit that it hid.

Laying there in the dark, her head spinning as she stared up at the ceiling, Caroline tenderly rolled her fingers side to side around the outer rim of her pussy until her index finger slipped inside the puckered folds.

"OHHH," she sheepishly squealed under her breath.

"Dont do this, Caroline," a guilty voice in her head scolded.

Having grown up in a nice, conservative Christian home, masturbation was a topic, and an act, completely foreign to Caroline until she went away to college. Even then, meeting up with Steven so soon after enrolling, having a man whose sexual appetite was as healthy as his, the need to gratify herself never was an issue. Even after he had started sewing his oats elsewhere during their marriage, Steven still had enough left in the tank to satisfy Caroline the one or two times a week that she had grown use to.

Upon becoming single however, between the inability to find quality dates in the pool of available men and situations like she just had with Larry when she did find a date, Caroline gradually came to discover the joys, albeit guilty ones, of self gratification. So it was with great reluctance she added two more fingers to the one already inside her brimming quim at the same time she began rotating her thumb over the spiked nub of her clitoris.

"DAMN," Caroline huskily gasped, her body slithering on top of the sheets as she clamped her hand tight inside her swollen cunt with her powerful thighs.

Her glassy eyes half slitted open, Caroline could feel electrical pulses bombarding her brain each time she stabbed her fingertips through the oily sheath of her womb. Twisting her head to the side, Caroline caught a glimpse of the phone and the alarm clock sitting on the stand next to the bed.

"I bet he's still up," a needy voice inside of her murmured. "It's only 7 little digits."

"No... we won't be doing that... I don't care how drunk you are," the last vestige of Caroline's strength decided even though she pressed her fingers deeper inside her vagina when her mind fixated for the moment on her Ex-Husband.

Thrashing to the side until she had done a complete 180 on the bed, Caroline found herself flat on her belly with her hand still compressed on top of her fuming slit.

"God... these sheets are going to get filthy," she thought for just an instant before beginning to hump her crotch up and down on her painfully arched hand and wrist.

Raising her ass into the air slightly so that her crotch was a few inches off the bed, Caroline created a better angle to swipe her fingers through the stoked furnace between her legs.

"Let's get this over with quick," she seethed, desperate to get what little consolation from the evening she could before she collapsed and finally fell asleep.

Trying her best to conjure the quickest image to help her cum, Caroline was left with one bad option after another. Her first inclination was to think about her date for the night. The way that the evening had ended left such a vile taste in her mouth however, Caroline briskly slapped at her pussy trying to put Larry out of her mind.

Her next option, while more erotic and certain to get her off, wasn't at all healthy. Allowing her mind to slip back to Steven, as it always did in times of weakness, Caroline slowed the motions of her hand just enough until it felt like her pressed together fingers were a real cock jabbing at her cunt.

"Oh God that feel's good," she groaned as her fingers scissored through the damp, musky folds of her sex.

Knowing she could get herself off relatively quickly to the thought of her Ex, Caroline angrily fought that temptation until another equally perverse vision filtered into the fibers of her mind. Increasing the speed of the thrusts inside her pussy once again, images seemed to entangle behind Caroline's rapidly fluttering eyelids until she yelped out loud at the vivid memory of dancing in the arms of her Boss, earlier in the evening.

Her drunk and flimsy legs unable to support her writhing frame, Caroline felt her knees give way until her belly had collapsed once again on the covers below. Disorientated, Caroline kept her fingers wedged inside her cunt even though her legs were fishtailing steadily lower on the mattress. Spreading her feet apart as she grinded down towards one of the diagonal corners of the bed, Caroline blindly slapped and spun her fingers through her dripping wet pussy.

The tips of her toes tapping the floor as she franticly humped her own hand, Caroline could literally feel her rapidly building orgasm igniting inside of her.

"YESSS... SSSSS... SSSS... YYYESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," her voice crackled through the vacuum of silence in the bedroom, every bit of fatigue, desperation, angst and need she felt fusing together inside her body in a massive and debilitating release.

The explosive power of her orgasm was so intense, Caroline's feet pressed down on the floor just before her entire body shot backwards, as if possessed, until her momentum had slammed her back flush into the 6 foot tall post rising from the corner of the bed. Her spine snugly in line with the hand carved, antique post, Caroline bucked and writhed against its unforgiving presence until she had scrubbed and squeezed every last bit of accumulated lust from her spasming snatch.

Her back lowering against the bed's support when her legs finally gave out, Caroline drowsily pulled her fingers free from her distended labia and fell forward, face first into the ruffled sheets below and within a matter of minutes, was sound asleep.
Contrary to what Caroline had believed, she was not the only person to leave the office Christmas party without a sexual partner in tow.

In fact, as her Boss sped down the freeway, headed like a moth towards the bright lights of downtown at a little after 11 that night, he was all by his lonesome inside his cherry red Mustang. Not wanting to draw any undue attention to himself by leaving the party with any of his female employees, the only thing sitting on Dave Sisler's passenger seat was a pleasantly scented business card that the black stripper at Big Shoulders had gently tucked into his breast pocket after their brief but memorable visit in the club's VIP room several weeks earlier.

As a Christmas gift to himself, Dave decided to use the Saturday night after the Firm's Christmas party as his own private yuletide celebration. After setting up the details with Destiny earlier in the week, Dave had come to the conclusion during the phone call to the young black girl that if he was going to spring for one escort for the night, he might as well make it a double.

"It ain't like I have to worry about getting the Wife anything for Christmas this year... I might as well spend a little more on myself... I'll just make it a threesome... I'll fuck them both... get my rocks off and then just sit back and see what they can find to do with each other... It's amazing what $600 will buy you these days," Dave jovially thought, knowing it would be an excruciating wait until Saturday night finally came.

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Picking up Destiny first, Dave walked around the car to open the door for her, literally salivating as he watched the way the shapely black girl's legs folded into the passenger seat. Closing the door behind her, Dave couldn't resist casting all the minglers in the parking lot a shit-eating grin as he glided back over to get behind the wheel.

"So... you really don't mind doing this threesome?" Dave asked the stunning beauty beside him as he backed out of the parking space and made his way out onto the road to pick up date number two at a club a few blocks away.

"Not at all," Destiny sighed softly, elegantly rubbing her long fingers over the leather interior of Dave's new car.

By the time he arrived at the second club, Dave could feel the blood tingling in his toes when he pulled up and saw the nearly 6 foot tall, fiery redhead standing there waiting for him. Making eye contact with Sheila through the dim haze of the parking lot, Dave watched attentively as Destiny opened the door and got out to allow Sheila to slip into the backseat.

Stealing a quick glance over to Destiny to gauge her reaction as Sheila slipped into the cramped backseat, Dave's inflating prick jerked even more when he saw the black girl's eyes widen as she stared in the rearview mirror.

"You know her?" he asked, thinking two girls in the same line of work, peddling their trade in such close proximity might have crossed paths.

"No," Destiny answered after a brief pause, her eyes seeming to swim in their sockets as she sized up Sheila through the mirror.

"Sheila... this is Destiny... Destiny... Sheila," Dave introduced the girls to one another, his dick now steel as he wheeled the car back out on the main road to make the short trip to the Hilton.

Doing his best to maintain a level of chit-chat as he navigated the few blocks to the hotel, Dave didn't know whether to curse or praise the surprisingly heavy, late night traffic.

While he was desperate to get to the hotel and get the girls behind closed doors, he knew he had them both for the night and it was kind of cool to see the expressions he got from the people in other cars each time he pulled up to a stoplight and they looked in to see him riding with a pair of stunningly attractive women.

The time it took to get to the hotel also gave Dave a chance to visually access Sheila and Destiny and play over in his mind what he'd do with them when they finally got to the room. While both girls were easily half his age, Dave marveled at just how poised and put together they seemed.

"Girls weren't built like that when I was their age," Dave noted.

Stealing another peek over to Destiny when he pulled his car up to a stoplight, Dave felt his spine shiver when he focused on the tiny diamond stud in the black girl's left nostril, remembering how it looked several weeks earlier, flaring back and forth each time she breathed through her nose, while she was on her knees giving him a blowjob in the backroom of the club.

Allowing his eyes to drift up to the mirror to look at Sheila before the light turned green, his fist tightened on the steering wheel watching the way Sheila's exquisite bosom spilled over the top of her from fitting, red blouse and the way her ungodly long, porcelain legs intertwined in the backseat.

"So... have you ever done anything like this before?" Dave asked Sheila without turning his head.

"A few times," the voluptuous dancer answered honestly." But never with anyone I didn't know."

Sheila's response, obviously aimed at Destiny, caused the black girl to twist in her seat, showing a twinge of nervousness for just a brief instant before a hush fell over all three when the sight of the hotel rising into the night sky came into view.

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Having reserved the room earlier in the day, Dave had also put a bottle of champagne in the refrigerator for evening's festivities. Once had had parked and helped the girls out of the car, without the worry of checking in, Dave proudly escorted the two through the main lobby, to the main elevator for the trip up to the 6th floor. Looking like a man preparing to walk into a lottery office to cash in the winning jackpot numbers, Dave reached for his room key and swiped it through the reader.

"After you," he politely offered before slipping inside and closing the door behind him.

"I got a room with two beds," Dave quipped once inside. "Hopefully the maid will only have to change one set of sheets in the morning... well unless things really get out of hand."

Walking briskly over to the fridge to get the chilled champagne, Dave popped the cork and made a brief toast after filling each of the girls' glasses. Reaching into his pocket once Sheila and Destiny had taken a few sips of the cheap champagne (he had planned on buying some Christal for the occasion but decided against it when he realized a bottle of it would cost more than both dates put together), Dave took out six crisp $100 bills and slipped three to each of the girls.

The formalities out of the way, Dave gallantly paced around the room, like a drunk and eager tiger exploring his cage, and then sighed as if to say, "Where do we start?"

"Tell you what," Dave spoke up. "I could hold your champagne if you two want to start undressing each other?"

Taking both half empty glasses into his hands, Dave sat on the bed and reclined his back against the fluffy pillows as Destiny and Sheila stared somewhat curiously at each other. The world suddenly slowing down around him, Dave fought to focus his concentration on the two women at the foot of the bed as they cautiously approached one another.

"God... you are a little drunk," he thought to himself between sips of bubbly. "I hope I'm able to remember the rest of this in the morning!"

Lazily rubbing at the crotch of his pants with his free hand, Dave felt his nestled erection surge mightily when Destiny reached out and locked hands with Sheila. Stroking his girth through his trousers as the two women pulled closer, Dave couldn't get over how striking the contrast of their skin looked as their bodies pressed together. An instant later, Sheila leaned forward and caressed her full, pouty lips directly on top of Destiny's.

"Yeesss," Dave hissed under his breath, able to clearly hear the two women's wet lips slurping over each others.

Scooting backwards on the bed to get a better view of Sheila and Destiny's tender embrace, Dave blindly fumbled with the button of his pants until he was finally able to free his straining cock. Rubbing his fingertips over the warm, smooth skin of his swaying penis, Dave watched Destiny's hands wrap securely around Sheila's waist as she forced her tongue deep into the redhead's eager mouth. Pumping his dick slowly, Dave jerked forward from the pillows when he saw Sheila drop down to her knees and slip both her hands underneath Destiny's tan miniskirt.

Drool forming on his lower lip, Dave increased the speed of his masturbatory thrusts when Sheila began rolling the lacy, white fabric of Destiny's g-string down her trim, mocha colored thighs. Inching forward, Dave was close enough to reach out and touch the two girls when Destiny stepped out of her panties.

"I don't know how much of this I can take," Dave wondered to himself, his head growing dizzier from the combination of alcohol in his system and the utter sexual potency of what he was witnessing.

Still perched on her knees at Destiny's feet, Sheila raised her hands into the air and pulled the black girl's halter top over her perky breasts before rolling it down the length of her belly. Easing her left hand under Destiny's skirt once again, Sheila caused her female companion's legs to lurch and quiver when she brushed her fingertips across Destiny's bare pussy.

"That's it," the redheaded Amazon cooed up to the trembling girl above, keeping her left hand softly wedged between Destiny's legs at the same time she used her right to cup and massage the two tender orbs with her palm and fingers.

Rotating her middle finger deep into Destiny's cunt, Sheila sadistically corkscrewed her left wrist until Destiny's body was vibrating in front of her. Adding her index finger to Destiny's molten vaginal pool, Sheila lowered her free hand from the black stripper's bosom and placed it at the hem of her tight mini skirt. Jerking the front of the tan skirt upwards, Sheila revealed the glistening, bald fissure she was thrusting her fingers into.

"You want to fuck her?" Sheila spat over her shoulder, knowing Dave was jacking off on the bed from the unmistakable sound of his palm slapping against the spit soaked girth of his cock.

"Yes," she heard the older man moan weakly.

"Hear that Destiny?" Sheila looked up to the writhing girl above and asked. "Why don't we go over to the bed so you can spike that pussy right down on top of his dick."

Maintaining the friction of her own digits inside Destiny's buttery quim, Sheila leaned forward and pressed her lips directly into the black girl's flowering pink fruit.

"AAHHHHMMMMMMGGRRAAAHHH," Destiny grimaced, her long fingernails digging into Sheila's curly red hair as she teetered against the kneeling woman's face.

"GODDAMN," the black stripper belched out a hoarse whisper, her breasts bouncing wildly against her chest as she allowed another woman to fondle, finger and taste her pussy for the first time.

Stealing a peek over to Dave jacking off on the bed, Destiny had to fight the severe and growing urge to cum inside of Sheila's gnawing mouth.

"Yeah... I wanna fuck him," Destiny growled, wincing slightly as she pulled away from Sheila's velvet oral grip.

Desperate to refill her cunt as quickly as possible, Destiny crawled onto the bed and straddled her client's groin, positioning her painfully buzzing crotch directly on top of Dave's jutting erection.

"OHMYGOD... OH... MY... GOD," Dave bellowed, the air rapidly rushing out of his lungs when he felt Destiny's slick and muscular cunt constrict and swallow the length of his rigid manhood.

Briefly rolling her gaze to Sheila, as the still fully dressed redhead took in the scene from her knees at the foot of the bed, Destiny smiled and wantonly bit her lower lip before pressing her knees all the way into the mattress. Rotating her hips, slowly at first, Destiny gradually built her rythem on top of Dave until the bed below began to strain and creak with life.

"OOHHH... OHHHH... OOHHHHH," Dave moaned repeatedly, bringing a nasty and satisfied smile to Destiny's lips each time she ground the back wall of her cervix into the spongy cockhead impaling her.

"You like that you Motherucker," Destiny taunted down to Dave as she rapidly increased the speed and ferocity of her pelvic thrusts.

"Geezus Girl," Sheila sighed admiringly up to Destiny, putting her elbows on the edge of the bed to get a closer look. "You move that ass just like those damn girls in the rap videos... look down at the way he's shaking underneath you... Sonofabitch won't be able to take much of that without cumming!"

Leaning down, Destiny dug her fingernails into Dave's chest as the older man gasped and cowered below. The audible friction of her pussy slicing up and down on Dave's appendage filling the room, the black stripper could sense from experience her client was on the verge of letting go.

"You better get up here and sit on his face or something," Destiny laughed over her shoulder to Sheila. "Bet when he cums he's gonna wakeup everyone in the Goddamn hotel."

Feeling Sheila's warm hand wrap around her collarbone, Destiny turned her head to the side and locked lips once again with her female companion. Kissing Sheila hard on the mouth, Destiny raised one of her hands up to Sheila's blouse and worked it enough to the side so that one of Sheila's snow white, freckled titties spilled free. Pinching the fully erect nipple between her fingers just like a slippery pink gumball, Destiny kept up the pace of her careening thrusts on top of Dave's groin, making sure he could see the way she was manipulating the taller white woman's exposed breast.

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Drowned out by the sound of the bed squeaking beneath him, the wordplay passing between Destiny and Sheila was sporadic and somewhat incoherent for Dave. What he was seeing however was clear and quite potent. His body contorting wildly beneath the grinding V of Destiny's parted thighs, Dave's insides fizzed at the sight of the girl on top of him pawing at Sheila's unsheathed breasts.

Caressing his grip firmly on each of Destiny's knees, Dave desperately tried lurching his groin upwards to meet the force of Destiny's powerful downward thrusts.

His eyeballs shimmying in their sockets from the way Destiny went massaging Sheila's bosom, Dave felt his nut beginning to boil deep inside his balls when the black stripper closed her mouth around Sheila's entire right areola. Straining the back of his head roughly into the pillow, Dave bowed his neck when he felt the reservoir of his lust give way.

"Fuck... Fuck... FUCK... FUCK... FFUUCCKK," Dave's voice choked and rattled, his eyes straining to focus on Sheila as she pulled her titty free from Destiny's mouth and disappeared behind the black girl's back.

His asscheeks bouncing recklessly on the bed as his scalding semen worked its way up the shaft of his embedded cock, Dave's grip turned into a vice on top of Destiny's thighs when he saw Sheila's hands reach between Destiny's arms from behind. In a flash, all 10 of her fingers flared outwards then closed in a encompassing grip around each of black girl's swaying breasts.

"CU... CU... CU... CUMMMMINNNNNGGGGG," Dave maniacally spat, his head thrashing side to side as Destiny's cunt squeezed like a molten fist around his spasming wand.

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For Destiny, the sensation of having a man brutally cum deep inside her womb wasn't all that unusual. Between the occasional tryst with one of the boys she went to college with or dabbling she did with the men she met at the club, her pussy had become quite use to the feeling of a cock springing a leak inside of it.

What really got to Destiny this time however, as Dave Sisler bucked and writhed below, was the soft, yet firm and insistent way Sheila lavished her from behind. Looking down at her chest as Sheila's palms and fingers kneaded the entire circumference of her breasts, Destiny collapsed backwards until her own shoulders were rubbing against Sheila's warm bosom.

Letting out a low moan of her own when Dave's cock began spewing inside her, Destiny gritted her teeth then yelped when she felt Sheila gently bite down on her left earlobe. The smell of her own sex still faintly noticeable on Sheila's lips and tongue as she swiped her mouth down the her neck, Destiny suddenly felt her own climax approaching.

Wincing and beginning to teeter on top of Dave when she felt his ejaculate splashing inside of her, Destiny cried out loud, clenching her fists into the sheet below when Sheila reached down and crudely snaked her index finger into Destiny's cunt.

Sheila's finger savagely swabbing Destiny's womb at the same time Dave's cock continued to pulse and throb inside it, Destiny's eyes rolled back in her head and her temples seemed to implode when Sheila extended her thumb and jabbed it repeatedly over her blood filled clitoris.

"AAAAAHHHHH... MMMMMMM... AAAHHHHHHHHHFFUUCCCCCKKKKK... GGRRHHAAAHHHH... YYYEESSSSSSSSSSSS," Destiny seethed, her entire body looking as if a hotwire had been injected into her spine when Sheila used her fingers to sand and rake the throbbing marble of her clitoral bud.

The redhead's fingers acting like an eagle's talons over the entire depth and breadth of Destiny's vagina, Sheila kept up the vigorous pressure until Dave's spent cock had slipped all the way out. Her hand there to cup the moist mess that spilled from Destiny's cunt when Dave pulled free, Sheila collected the combined juices in her palm, holding the slick and frothy paste in her hand for the other two to see. Wiping the pungent and smoldering mess all over Dave's groin a few breaths later, Sheila then leaned down and tenderly kissed Destiny once again on the nape of the neck.

Her skeleton now mush between Dave below and Sheila behind her, Destiny openly wept as her orgasm rushed like a raging river through her body. When the explosions inside each of her nerve fibers finally began to subside, Destiny carefully reclined her head back until she could stare up at Sheila towering above. Closing her eyes in an exhausted show of appreciation for the release she had just been given, Destiny twisted her neck to the right and snuggled her lips over Sheila's breast, the tears on her cheek causing a visible sheen to smear the smooth white canvas of Sheila's chest.

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Too numb and disorientated to move, Dave was unable to do anything but rest his back flat on the bed as Sheila helped Destiny dismount from his cock. A pulsing wave of light ricocheted through Dave's brain when Destiny's vaginal grip let go and Sheila reached forward and rubbed her soiled hand over his sore crotch.

"You got your money's worth... in spades," Dave knew, his body ravaged by the exquisite prowess Destiny had shown.

Still attempting to catch his breath, wondering if there was any gas left in the tank for another go around, Dave became transfixed at the graceful way the two women at the foot of the bed continued to cuddle, sensing what was happening between them was not in the script.

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