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"Let's hit the pool again" I suggested. The girls agreed. We made our way through the house again and out to the pool. I jumped into the deep end and the girls followed close behind me. We made our way to some shallower water, and began to rinse ourselves off. The girls lightly splashed some water onto my chest, and then used their hands to wash it clean. I was using my hands to clean off the girls as their hands moved down my torso. As I washed the girls, I let my fingertips occasionally touch the sides of their nipples without ever going over the top of them. Sandy and Suzy had run their hands down to my thighs, and I felt one of them grab hold of my dick, and begin to slowly stroke it. More hands joined the one doing the stroking, until it was clear that both girls were involved, and my balls were receiving attention as well. I slowed my hands to match the speed of theirs. I was centering in on the nipples of the girls, running my fingers in circles around them, and then pressing gently on the hardened flesh. The feel of their smooth skin and stiff nipples literally took my breath away. The girls leaned in closer to me so that our legs were brushing together, and Sandy put her head close to mine.

"I want to see it squirt," she whispered breathlessly, "I want to watch your dick shoot your stuff out of it. I really do. Will you make it do it? So I can watch it happen?" Suzy had moved in to listen and from the look on her face I could tell that she wanted the same thing as her sister.

"I won't make it squirt for you" I answered softly. I could see disappointment cross their faces. "But I'll tell you two what to do and you ladies can make it squirt." Their eyes lit up with an inner fire. "Let's go in." We stepped quickly out of the pool, grabbed our towels, and headed inside. I led the two of them into my room, and Suzy closed the door behind us. I took the girls in my arms, and steered the three of us to the bed. I sat in the middle of the bed, stretched out along its length, and patted the bed on either side of me. Sandy came over and spread out against my right side while Suzy did the same along my left side. I turned my head and gave Suzy a soft, slow kiss, sucking at her lips as we parted. Sandy gently pulled my face to hers and pressed her mouth tightly against my mine. She kissed me firmly. Suzy was licking at my neck as I kissed her sister, and her tongue made its way up to my lips again. I met her lips in a hungry kiss, and our tongues came together as Sandy joined in again. My hands were roaming over their bodies as we kissed, and theirs were grasping at mine as well. Suzy took my hand and laid it over her breasts. I moved my fingers lightly across the skin and gingerly pulled on her nipples, tugging on each one in turn. The girls had hold of my dick at this point, with one pulling on it gently while the other was stroked the head.

"Tell us what to do," Suzy said urgently. "I can't wait any longer. I want to see it now." I had them slide down the bed until their tits were brushing my hips, and my dick was easy for them to see and touch.

"Just run your fingers lightly over my dick." I instructed them. "Go up and down its length and give some extra attention to the tip. Do the same thing with my balls too." I watched as the girls reached out their fingers and made contact with my dick. The sensation caused my dick to jump a little in anticipation. Sandy had zeroed in on the tip and the upper part of my dick, and Suzy was busy working on the base and my balls. Their touch was like little jolts of electricity running through me, and I could tell it was not going to take very long until the girls would get what they were waiting to see.

"Hold my balls gently, and squeeze my dick at the base Suzy" I directed her. "Sandy, you squeeze the upper part, and you'll see more of the clear stuff. Use your fingers to spread it over the tip and down my dick." The girls followed my instructions and the precum began to flow out of the tip. Sandy was slipping her fingers rapidly over the head, with her fingertips circling the edge of the crown, and stroking the sensitive skin just below. Suzy had hold of the base. I could feel my dick throbbing in her hand as she began to slowly stroke up and down. Her other hand was softly massaging my balls, which were pulled up tight against the base. Sandy lifted her fingers to her mouth, licking them and tasting the slick liquid. As Sandy's fingers released my dick, Suzy slowly bent forward, and lightly kissed the tip of my dick. She paused a moment, and then licked her tongue over the tip several times. She lowered her lips again and gently sucked at the slit in the tip, then lifted her head and gave my dick a solid squeeze. Another large drop gathered at the tip, and this time it was Sandy whose mouth connected with my dick. As she sucked, she opened her lips slightly, and took more of the tip into her hot mouth. She licked at the tip as she held it in her mouth, and it was starting to put me over the edge. My dick began throbbing against her mouth and in Suzy's fingers as they griped me tightly.

"It's going to happen in just a minute" I whispered to them. "You can tell by how my balls are so tight, and you can feel my dick throbbing. Just keep touching and stroking it, and you two are going to make me squirt." I could hear the girls breathing heavily as they worked on my dick. They stroked and pumped with more urgency now they had almost reached their goal. "Keep stroking, but let go of the tip" I said to them just in time. Suzy kept stroking the base, and Sandy was holding my dick just below the tip as the first of my cum spurted out. The girls gasped and continued to work my dick. Spasm after spasm surged through my dick, and with each throb another large spurt came out. Thick drops were landing on my chest and stomach and the girls were adding more with each pump. After about fifteen large squirts, it slowed down and I told them to stop stroking and to just hold it.

"Oh, Michael!" Suzy cried out. "It really does squirt right out of your dick. It just kept coming out again and again and again! That is so amazing. God, what a sight!" Suzy dipped her fingers into some of the creamy stuff and tasted them. An interesting look crossed her face, and she gathered up more and licked it from her fingers.

"It tastes so different than the other stuff." she remarked. "It's sort of sour and sweet at the same time, and kind of like a fruit taste too." Sandy took some and tasted it.

"It's kind of hard to describe," she said. She scooped up a large glob and slipped it in her mouth, licking her lips as she withdrew her fingers. Suzy had scooted up and was sucking and licking it off of my skin in the same way she had slurped the Jell-O earlier. She moved over my body, finding each large drop and cleaning it off my skin. Sandy helped her by gathering drops on her fingers and then licking them clean with her tongue. When the pair and taken care of all of the drops, Sandy got up and headed to the bathroom to go get a washcloth. Suzy was still holding my dick at the base as it softened after my orgasm.

"It's so cute when it's softer like this," she said. More of my cum was slowly dripping out of the tip, and she slid lower and laid her head on my stomach. Pulling on my softened dick, she placed the head against her lips and began to tenderly suck at the tip. I could feel her suction pulling my cum out of my dick. Each time she sucked, her lips went a little further over my dick, until they slipped over the crown, and she had the entire tip in her mouth. Holding the tip with her lips, she swirled her tongue over me, and licked at the slit. Suddenly, she sucked deeply on my dick, and it slithered into her mouth until her lips were more than half-way down its length. I could feel her soft moans of pleasure as she held me deep in her mouth. She leisurely pulled her lips up the length of my dick, and when she reached the end, she let it pop softly out of her mouth.

"Oh, Michael!" she moaned softly. "I really like this. I like the taste, and I like the way your dick feels in my mouth. It's so warm and heavy, and I just want to keep sucking on it." Suzy sucked me back into her mouth. With a little extra effort, she now had my entire length inside, and her lips were at the very base. Sandy had come back in the room and was watching as her sister worked my dick in her mouth. She made her way back to her side of the bed and knelt on the floor. Her face was close to her sister's as she watched Suzy, fascinated by the sight before her. Suzy still had my dick completely in her mouth, sucking on it with a lazy pace. I felt the tip slip to the back of her mouth and come to rest at the opening to her throat. She had sucked all of the cum from my dick, and as she leisurely worked, I could feel it was coming back to life again. Her lips had a tight grip on my dick as she sucked her way back up to the tip. Sandy leaned in closer to her sister.

"What's it like, Suzy?" Sandy asked. "Does it feel nice in your mouth?" Suzy lifted her mouth off of my dick and looked up to her sister.

"You have to try it Sandy." Suzy answered her sister. "It's soft and really warm and smooth and slippery. Try it. Just put the end in your mouth and suck on it. Just let it slip into your mouth. See if you can get all of in your mouth like I did!" Sandy took hold of me and brought her mouth down on the crown. It was already wet and slick from Suzy's saliva and as Sandy began to apply a soft suction it slipped easily into her mouth. She got a slightly surprised look on her face, and she ended up with my dick halfway in her mouth. She held me there a moment, and then started her sucking action again. She got a soft look in her eyes as her mouth made its way down the length of my dick. My dick was starting to harden again, and the tip reached the back of Sandy's mouth before her lips could reach the base. She continued to suck and as she swallowed, my dick began to enter her throat. She quickly lifted her mouth up and off of my dick and looked at it carefully.

"I knew it!" Sandy exclaimed. "I could feel it when it was in my mouth. It was getting hard again as I was sucking on it." She slid her mouth back over my dick. It was a little harder now and it went straight in until the tip was against her throat once again. She began to suck again, and my dick slowly moved deeper into her throat until her lips were at the base. My dick was continuing to harden as Sandy began bobbing her head gently up and down, causing the tip to move in and out of the top of her throat. She gave me a hard suck as she pulled her mouth off of my dick.

"Quick Suzy!" she said to her sister. "Try it so you can feel it getting hard when it's in your mouth. Suzy leaned in and slipped her mouth over my cock once again. I could feel her tongue pressing my dick against the roof of her mouth as her lips slid from the tip to the base in one smooth movement. By this time, I was almost completely hard again, and the head was pushing into her throat. Suzy rhythmically swallowed while she held me tightly in her hot mouth. She slowly lifted her lips and finally let my dick slip from her oral embrace. She wrapped her hand tightly around the base, shaking it lightly as she pointed the tip toward her sister. "I don't know about it getting hard" Suzy said to Sandy, "because it seems pretty hard already. But I can hardly believe how fast it happened." Suzy turned to me.

"Does it always get hard again so quickly?" she asked.

"Well," I replied, "It usually doesn't take too long, but with what the two of you have been doing to me, it seems to take even less time!"

"Will it be able to squirt again too?" Sandy asked with a devilish look in her eye.

"It will, but it'll take longer this time" I answered. "Each time I cum, it kind of takes the pressure off, but I can tell you this – if my dick is able to get hard again, then it's able to squirt again too." The two of them smiled at me, and then Sandy hungrily swallowed my dick deep into her mouth and began to suck. A fast learner, she was quickly bobbing her head up and down the length of my shaft. Suzy watched her sister for moment before she began to lick and gently suck on my balls. The sight of the two of them working on my cock and balls was so hot to watch, and I let out a soft sigh. I could feel my cock was beginning that familiar throbbing inside Sandy's mouth, and I knew that it wouldn't be long until I shot my load for the girls. Suzy lifted her head and spoke to Sandy.

"Look at his balls!" Suzy said with evident excitement. "See how tight they are. Remember this means that it's almost ready to squirt! Can you feel it throbbing in your mouth?" Sandy nodded her head in response as she continued her insistent sucking. "Let me try Sandy. I want to see how it feels to have it throb in my mouth."

Sandy reluctantly slipped my dick out of her mouth, and Suzy quickly took hold of it. "You can play with his balls and I'll suck on his...cock...for a while." Suzy was looking directly in my eyes as she said the word "cock" and the effect on me was instant. Neither of them had ever referred to my dick as anything other than "it" and Suzy had a glow in her eyes as she used the word. It was pulsating in her hand as her hot mouth slipped over the tip. Once again her attention to my dick was gentle but persistent as she began plunging my dick into her mouth. She would quickly take the complete length until her lips were tight around the base, and then would slowly lift her head until she was left sucking on only the tip. She was looking me in the eye this whole time, and watching her, as she watched my face, was driving me crazy. It wasn't long before I was right on the edge. My dick was throbbing powerfully in Suzy's mouth, and I could feel my balls were pulled tight against the base. My mouth was a little dry as I spoke.

"It's going to shoot again in just a few more seconds," I told the two of them.

Sandy stopped playing with my balls and moved up so that she could get a close-up view of what was happening, but Suzy made no change in her movements. I guessed that she hadn't heard me, but I realized she must have since she was looking right at me when I spoke.

"Uh...Suzy..." I managed to say, "I'm going to end up squirting in your mouth if my cock stays in there any longer." Suzy's eyes narrowed as she maintained their contact with mine, and I moaned in sudden recognition of her desire. She wanted me to shoot into her mouth! No wonder she had been so intent on my eyes and face. It was obviously her plan from the time she started working on my dick. My eyes must have betrayed my realization because there was a new fire in Suzy's eyes. She thrust herself down and stopped with her lips around the base and the tip far back in her throat. It was more than I could handle, and I shuddered and groaned as the first of my load coursed through my cock and into the depths of Suzy's mouth. My dick spurted a second and then a third time. Suzy was swallowing each time the sperm hit the back of her throat, and I kept my eyes on hers as the sensations overwhelmed me. After the third gush, she quickly released my cock, and pushed the tip against Sandy's mouth. My cock pulsed again and a stream of white shot across Sandy's cheek before she could get the tip into her mouth. It was so erotic to watch that I was completely overcome. I lay my head back and closed my eyes.

Sandy closed her lips tightly around the head and sucked gently as I continued to erupt. I felt four or five more spurts before my orgasm began to subside. I lay there panting and feeling drained as Sandy continued to suck the cum from my dick. The bed moved, and I opened my eyes just as Suzy planted her lips onto mine in a soft kiss. Our eyes met again as she slipped her tongue into my mouth, and as my tongue met hers I could taste the leftover tang of my own sperm. I pulled her close to me and kissed her deeply. Sandy gave my cock one last long suckle, and then let it slip from between her lips, and moved up to lie beside me. I gently broke my kiss with Suzy, and turned toward Sandy. Our eyes met, and I moved to kiss her as I had kissed Suzy. My lips opened to meet hers, and as she slipped her tongue into my mouth, I realized that she had kept my load in her mouth, and was now sharing it with me. I was a bit shocked and a little hesitant at first, but then the thought of what was happening overcame my reluctance, and I welcomed her gift. I had never tasted my own sperm before, but I wanted to share in the experience with the two girls. I swirled my tongue around my mouth and back into hers before I swallowed the creamy liquid. Sandy and I continued our kiss for several moments longer before our lips parted.

We lay together quietly for several minutes before I broke the silence. "I have never felt anything so incredible before in my life. I've made myself cum a lot of times before, and just the fact that it's you two doing it to me makes it so much better than when I do it. But the warmth and wetness of your mouths on my dick was just unbelievable! It made everything so much more intense."

"It was pretty amazing for me too" Suzy added. "I loved sucking on you to begin with, and when I knew that you were about to shoot I just couldn't stop. Your cock was throbbing so much that it seemed so full of life. When I got all of it into my mouth and it started squirting, it was like we were completely connected to each other. I couldn't tell where you ended and I began. I wanted to just keep sucking and sucking and sucking. It was really hard for me to pull your cock out of my mouth when it was squirting, but I wanted Sandy to have the same sensations I did."

"Well I certainly had plenty of sensations!" Sandy stated loudly. "But I know just what you mean Suzy. For a while it seemed like there was nothing else in the world except for my mouth and this cock throbbing and squirting." Sandy grinned at Suzy and me as she continued. "I wasn't quite sure how you would handle my little 'gift', but I guess I knew it would be okay."

Suzy had a puzzled look on her face and I remembered that she would be unaware of what had happened. "When I was shooting in Sandy's mouth," I explained, "she didn't swallow like you did. She kept it all in her mouth." Suzy looked like she was beginning to understand. "So when she kissed me she was giving me a full taste of my own sperm. I was pretty shocked at first, but then it seemed so natural that I just got into what was happening. Actually, I found that I really liked it."

"Well, I like it too and you two could've shared a little with me!" Suzy responded. I could tell that she was mostly teasing us, but was somewhat serious at the same time. I quickly promised her that next time we'd share with her too.

It was getting late in the afternoon and time for the girls to head home. As they got up to get dressed, we all realized they had left their tops out by the pool. I quickly retrieved them and laughed at the way they shivered as the cool, damp material was pulled over their sensitive nipples. We made our way to the front door, and after a soft but quick exchange of kisses we parted for the day.

After the girls were gone, I went back down to my room and stretched out on my bed. My head was sort of spinning from what had happened in the last two days and I was still trying to sort it all out. I wasn't sure what I thought might happen when this whole thing started, but what I had already experienced was almost beyond belief. Some of it was what I hoped might eventually happen, but much of it was completely unexpected. But through all of it was this sense open and innocent discovery. I was lost in thought as I remembered the sensations of the afternoon. I remembered Suzy's oily hands on my dick, and then Suzy slipping her thumb inside my ass. I had already though about my ass as something sensual and sexual, but I was thinking about only my cheeks! When she was rubbing back and forth across my anus, something within me wanted to feel her thumb inside me. The experience was hotter and more erotic than I would have ever believed. Then the girls playing with me until I came. I was very familiar with many different kinds of ways to touch my dick since I had been playing with it from a very early age, but this was completely different. When I touch myself, my brain is already anticipating what is coming next because it is guiding the whole process. When the girls were touching me there was no way for me to anticipate. All of my senses were on edge and every new touch was like little jolts of electricity running through my body. Then the warmth and wetness of their mouths as they sucked and licked my soft cock so nicely that not only did I get hard again, but I quickly came a second time. I had always wondered what it would feel like to have my hard cock inside a pussy, but whatever I may have thought before, I was sure I had a much more accurate mental image after today. And the sensation of shooting into their mouths while they sucked and swallowed was something I truly couldn't put into words.
As I came back to reality, I realized that I had been lightly rubbing the somewhat tender head of my cock, and once again it was hard and starting to ooze precum. As nice as it felt, I determined there and then that I was not going to have another orgasm alone for as long as the three of us were still exploring together. I wanted to save everything I had both physically and emotionally for the two of them. As I made this solid decision, I headed off to take a long shower – with the water at a temperature that was much lower than usual.

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They had always been great friends, Chris and Jenna, and now that they lived in the same coed dorm they got to spend even more time with each other. Nick was tall, cut, and hispanic, with dark shaggy-ish hair and black mirrorlike eyes. Jenna was short, curvy, and had lips to give Angelina Jolie a run for her money. She had hair that was long and wavy, in a beautiful shade of deep brown, and jade eyes. Her breasts were perfect and round and her nipples little and pink.

Jenna and Chris told each other everything, but she had one secret from him: She was a virgin. She had done everything except true sex, so still she remained "pure". She exuded sex appeal, however, and all the men on campus wanted her. But she only wanted one person that night...

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Jenna sat on her bed, contemplating, Yes, No, Yes... After debating with herself for several minutes, she decided that yes, she was going to do it.

She softly tiptoed her way to Chris's room through the linoleum hallway. She passed a clock - 2:34 a.m. Good, everyone else would be asleep. She just hoped Chris wouldn't have any trouble waking up.

She ever so lightly pushed Chris's door open until she could see him sleeping. God, he's sexy, she thought with a guttural moan. She walked slowly up to the side of his bed and knelt down beside it. She picked up her left hand and ran it through his hair and over his forehead and neck until he began to stir a little. Her right hand remained held behind her back. Chris opened his eyes slightly and as he saw her he came to with a start.

"Holy shit Jenna, is something wrong?"

"Shhh...I'm in charge tonight." She put a finger to his lips and pressed. It was, after all, her virginity. All he could do was give her a baffled expression when she stood up. He heard the sound of something dropping to the floor, "Wha-?"

But as soon as he started she shoved him back onto the bed. "What did I tell you about talking?"

He raised his eyebrow but said nothing. This might be fun, he thought. I'll go along with it.

Jenna climbed onto his bed and laid next to him, provocatively pressing her pelvis into his.

"Close your eyes," she said. He followed her instruction with only the slightest hint of a smirk on his face. She reached down onto the floor and picked up a long, black silk scarf and wrapped it around his eyes.

"Can you see?"

Chris whispered, "I'm not supposed to talk."

"Stop being difficult! I SAID can you see?"

"No," he pouted.

"Good..." She reached down again and picked up one pair of metal handcuffs. She pushed him over onto his back and pulled his arms up above his head and clamped the cuffs down onto them, and then attached them to the headboard of his bed.

She put her face right above his and quickly flicked her tongue in and out of her mouth, only far enough to barely reach inside his mouth. He began to kiss her back and she smacked him on the arm.

"No," she said. "Tonight is my night."

She crawled on top of his body and pressed her pussy right above his cock, which was already starting to strain inside his boxers. She licked his earlobe and whispered, "You want me, don't you? You want your cock in my wet little pussy, don't you? You want to cum inside me and make me scream, I know you do. I have a secret for you, though."

She sucked, licked, and kissed his neck all the way around to his other ear where she whispered, "I'm a virgin."

He pulled his head back in surprise, but his body betrayed his thoughts. His cock jumped and grew even harder at the thought of her virgin pussy wrapped tightly around his dick. She felt it press a little further up against her thighs and smiled.

"You like that, don't you? Since I'm new at this, let's start out slow, shall we?"

She began to massage his biceps and shoulders while she sucked on his neck, determined to leave a good mark. Her hands moved downwards to his chest and she grabbed his hard pecs and kneaded her hands into his abs. He arched his back and groaned with pleasure. She stopped.

"NO noise, Cristofer." He bit his lip and winced, trying to hold in his moans. She ran her long nails up his side and made him shiver with her light touch. He got goosebumps all over his body, but he definitely wasn't cold - his cock would absolutely suggest otherwise. It stood at attention just begging for fingers, a mouth, ANYTHING as her hands grew closer and closer to his dick.

Jenna released his neck from her mouth and continued her descent downwards. She kissed a trail between his nipples to his belly button. She licked a circle around it before kissing down his happy trail to his cock. But before she got all the way there, she crawled off of his body and stepped onto the floor. She picked up a candle and grabbed Chris's lighter from his nightstand and lit it. She let it burn for a minute and then she blew it out.

She pulled it off of the nightstand and held it over his body. She tipped it so just a little dripped onto his stomach. He jerked back, but it didn't really hurt. It was only a drop. When he relaxed his muscles she dropped a little more, a little lower on his abdomen.

"Aggh..."

"SHH."

Jenna put it back into it's place on the nightstand and pulled her body back on top of his. She blew lightly onto the tiny red marks on his stomach. She pulled the wax off and licked his hot skin. She kissed it and sucked it until it was all better and then she knelt above his body and scooted till her naked pussy was hovering over his face. She ripped off her baby doll nightgown and lowered herself onto his mouth.

"Lick me now."

Chris was more than happy to oblige and began flicking his tongue around her outer lips to tease her. She pushed down onto his face a little harder. He didn't have to be told twice. He opened her pussy lips with his tongue and slid it up from her hole to her clit and back down again. He did this several times and then darted his tongue in and out of her dripping wet pussy.

"I taste good, don't I, baby? Make me cum all over you."

He moved his tongue up to her clit and flicked it back and forth. She bent backwards and moaned, "Ohhhh godddd don't stop." He took her entire clit into his mouth and sucked on it, pulsing it in out between his lips. She shuddered with pleasure but before she could cum the door swung open.

"HOLY HELL!! CHRIS? JENNA?"

It was Ashley, Jenna's roommate. Her eyes were wide with shock and her mouth open.

"I heard some sound coming from in here so I thought I'd check it out, but...I...didn't, uh, expect...Sorry, I'll go now."

"Wait! Ashley, don't leave. You can join in the fun if you want." Jenna said seductively.

Ashley wasn't bisexual, but right now the thought of getting it on with Jenna and Chris got the best of her. "Okay..." she said sheepishly. She took little baby steps towards Chris's bed.

"Hey Ash," Chris said, stupidly.

"NO TALKING Cristofer!!"

Ashley looked, bewildered, at Jenna. Jenna explained, "Oh honey, I'm just having a little fun with Chris here. Would you like to help me out?"

"Ahhm, of course I would..."

Jenna put her mouth up to Chris's ear and said, "I guess we might as well take that blindfold off of you, then, so you can see just how much fun we're going to have right here in front of you. Without you." She slipped it off of his head and as soon as he saw Jenna naked and Ashley in her little t-shirt sitting next to each other on his bed he got harder than he even was before. "You're still not allowed to speak, though, unless I say it's alright."

Ashley was beginning to get wet, too. She could see Chris's cock straining inside his boxers, and Jenna's wet pussy, and it was all doing strange things to her anatomy. Jenna crawled over Chris's body to the other side of his queen sized bed and motioned for Ashley to do the same.

"Now, we're going to have to take this thing off of you sweetie." She put her hands onto Ashley's waist and slowly slid them and the shirt up her tight body. She pulled her t-shirt over her huge breasts and off of her head. Jenna reached around Ashley's head and pulled her golden ponytail out. "You look so much sexier with your hair down, did you know that?"

Ashley shook her head and let her loose curls fall around her face and shoulders. Her perky, perfect tits bounced as Chris adjusted his body so that he could better see the action on the other side of his bed. Jenna slowly pressed Ashley down onto the bed and laid her little body on top of her. She kissed her long and wet and buried her fingers in her blonde hair.

"Mmmm," Jenna moaned. "You taste good already, I can't wait to get my mouth on that cute little pussy of yours."

Ashley's eyes widened but she didn't say anything. She just gave into the pleasure as Jenna's head bent down to suck on one of her nipples. She lightly pinched the other one but as she started sucking harder onto her right nipple, her fingers became increasingly rough with her left one. She pinched and grabbed one nipple, and bit the other one.

"OHHH, god! Keep going, keep going, harder, ahh..." Ashley moaned and tilted her head back.

Chris even dared to speak, "Jenna, could you maybe, um, undo these handcuffs so I could at least touch myself?"

"NO, Cristofer, your turn will come. You've had me this far, it's time for Ashley right now."

Jenna returned to Ashley's tits and her hand slid down her stomach. She began playing with Ash's belly ring and pressing into her belly button, which sent a strange sensation into her pussy, right into her g-spot.

"JESUS christ that's good," Ashley praised.

"I'm glad you like it baby," Jenna whispered and winked. "But I know you'll LOVE this." She kissed her way down Ashley's taut stomach and down to her black lacy thong. "Take it off."

Ashley complied and threw her g-string onto the ground. Jenna moved her tongue further and further down until her mouth was hovering right above Ash's pussy. She put a finger onto it and slid it up and down without touching her clit. "You're so wet, baby. Do you want me?"

Ashley nodded.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to, ahm, lick me."

"Lick you where, here?" Jenna licked her thigh. Ashley shook her head. "Here?" Jenna licked a little further up and inward on Ash's thigh. Ashley shook her head again.

"You've gotta tell me where to lick you, Ashley, or I might not ever figure it out."

"My pusssssy, god my pussy's so wet for you."

"Good girl."

Jenna slipped her tongue over Ash's leg and into her pussy hole. She rolled it back and forth over her entire pussy but didn't once touch her clit. By now it was begging for attention and Ashley involunarily shoved her pelvis into Jenna's face.

"Oh, you want it now, don't you? You're a horny girl, aren't you?" Ashley nodded and screamed softly when Jenna took her clit into her mouth. She french kissed Ash's clit and flicked it with her tongue. She brought two fingers up and tickled her opening with circles. She barely let her finger's in Ashley's pussy for a minute and then all of a sudden she shoved them inside her and made Ashley scream louder than she ever had during sex. Jenna put her tongue back onto her clit and Ashley came violently all over her face. She spilled her sweet juice onto Jenna and the bed and Jenna was more than happy to clean her up.

"Give it to me, that's right...cum for me baby." She put her tongue into Ash's pussy and sucked and sucked while it contracted around her. She massaged her own swollen pussy lips with her free hand until Ashley couldn't take any more. Her pussy was so sensitive from that mindblowing orgasm that she jerked every time Jenna touched her.

She glanced over at Chris who gave her a pleading look. He obviously needed some relief, and FAST, so Jenna said, "I want to watch you suck Chris's big cock, Ashley. Suck it for me."

Ashley climbed over Jenna's perfect, naked body and knelt over Chris's legs. She lowered her head and took his entire cock into her mouth. She sucked up and down and Chris felt like his dick was bigger than it ever had been before.

"He's gonna cum, Ash, and we don't want him to just yet. Slow down. He's gotta earn it."

Ashley took her mouth off of his throbbing cock and started to lick around the head in slow circles. He groaned and balled his hands into fists.

"Here, turn your body so I can do something too." Ashley turned sideways and Jenna got on all fours beside her. As Ashley's tongue worked on the top of his hard cock, Jenna massaged his balls with her tongue and tickled them with her fingers. She took both of them in her hand and squeezed ever so lightly and he let out a loud moan.

"Goddd don't stop, don't stop..."

"Oh, I think we should, though, Cristofer. There's something else I need to do, something I came here to do."

She tapped Ash on the shoulder and motioned for her to move out of the way. She did and Jenna knelt above Chris's throbbing cock. She grabbed the base with her right hand and steadied herself with her left as she lowered her pussy onto his dick. He closed his eyes and bit his lip. She was so tight, and he was only about an inch inside her. More, he needed more. He shoved his hips upwards and his cock slid hard into Jenna's soaking wet, pink, virgin pussy lips.

"AHHHHH Chris, go keep going, harder, harder." It hurt her but it felt so, so good. He continued to pound his cock into her as Ashley lay beside them stroking her own pussy. She dipped her fingers into herself and brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean.

Jenna leaned forward and freed his hands. "Play with my tits, Cristofer." He reached forward and grabbed her entire breasts and squeezed. He pinched her nipples and flicked them with his fingers. She ground her hips into his and began to rub her clit with her right hand. She rubbed it in circles and pressed hard against it. One more thrust and she came hard all over Chris's pounding cock. Her tiny pussy contracted even tighter around his dick and he began to explode inside her. He came and came and came, and finally Jenna slowed down. She twisted her pelvis in a figure eight one last time before climbing off of him.

She laid next to him and cuddled her body next to his. Ashley grabbed Jenna's hand, though, and pulled it to her clit. "Rub me, just until I cum one more time," she pleaded. Jenna, of course, did so and Ashley came one last time all over Jenna's hand. Jenna pulled her hand to her face and licked one of her fingers clean and gave the rest to Chris. He happily sucked them until every last drop of Ash's juice was gone from them.

Ashley curved her body around Jenna's and spooned with her for the rest of the night. They all fell into a happy sleep, exhausted.

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It was approaching the end of the semester and Matt felt he had dealt with his first year as a University English Literature teaching assistant fairly well. He'd been pretty nervous for the first few weeks, extremely worried for the first session, but it hadn't been too bad. Part of his problem had been that being in graduate school he wasn't much older than some of the students he was teaching, plus he was always concerned that they would 'find him out', discover that actually he knew little more than they did, that actually he was a fake. As a result he was sure that he was, in fact, always much more prepared than established members of faculty.

The semester on English Renaissance literature was now drawing to a close, with just three more weeks of teaching to go. That plus individual tutorials to support students when writing their essays.

Matt sat in the tutorial room before the session started, he was going over the poems they would be looking at in the class that day -- the metaphysical poets, especially Donne and Marvell. Each week he asked an individual student to prepare a short presentation to begin the class with, today it was being delivered by Sienna. While he was now more relaxed about most things about teaching, Sienna was one of three continuing problems for Matt: the others were Devina and Alicia. The University had a good academic reputation, but also had a good social reputation. In short it was a place where well-educated, well-bred families sent their children. The result was a fair number of expensively educated, privileged kids. They stood out because on the whole they looked as good as the money that had been spent on their upbringing: tall, the girls often with long blond hair, smooth skin, extremely confident and self-possessed. Sienna, Devina and Alicia were like this, three bright, beautiful and articulate girls who knew their worth. Matt knew that if anybody would find him out it would be these three.

They also always stuck together, and today was no exception, the three girls arriving in class first and in a group. They took their seats facing Matt across the table. This was the spring semester and as the year changed from April to May the weather was warmer and increasingly the girls were coming to class in summer dresses and t-shirts. Today all three girls were dressed for lounging on the grass in the quad and getting noticed, and Matt couldn't help sneaking glances at their figures from the corner of his eye. Eventually the rest of the class drifted in, mostly late, and Matt gave a sigh to himself as they begun the lesson.

Sienna had chosen to do her presentation on Donne and particularly his poem 'The Flea'. She started bluntly, "I may be wrong in my reading," she said in a way that made you certain that actually she had no such doubts, "but this is a very rude poem." And there she stopped.

"OK" said Matt, with a little smile, "Tell us more. Would you mind going on?"

Sienna gave a little frown, wrinkling the smooth skin over her eyes, "Well, if you're sure, but as I said it is rude and I don't want to embarrass anybody."

"It's in the reading list," Matt said, "so I think we can cope."

"If you're sure," Sienna said again, her voice clearly putting any responsibility for what might happen on Matt's shoulders. "Well, the poem is about a Flea," a boy in the class gave a little snort of derision as if to say 'is that it' but Sienna carried on "But actually it is about a man trying to persuade a woman to sleep with her. Am I right?"

"You are, but please tell us more." Matt gestured with his hand for her to continue, "Could you explain the imagery in the poem?"

"The imagery?" Sienna frowned again, "Well it is a bit crude but I will. This man, Donne, wants to sleep with this woman, but she wont because of her modesty I suppose. And then he notices this flea on her body, which is a bit disgusting in its own right but I guess people weren't as clean then as we are now. They probably didn't wash from month to month. Anyhow, it doesn't say exactly where the flea is on her body, her arm maybe, certainly on her skin, and the flea bites her." Sienna paused, "Except that in terms of the imagery, as you put it, it isn't just a bite but instead the flea is penetrating her."

She let these words sink in for a while before carrying on.

"The flea is literally penetrating her with its mouth, its teeth I suppose or whatever flea's have, but in terms of the imagery the comparison is with men penetrating women with well...." She let her words hang in the air for a moment before moving on, "And the man in the poem points this out and says, well if you've let this flea penetrate you then why are you kicking up such a fuss, why wont you let me penetrate you.... Now the flea bite is on her arm or somewhere, as I said, but obviously he wants to penetrate her somewhere else, but his point is that this man, Donne I suppose, is arguing that the two things are more or less the same.... Basically," Sienna concluded with a flourish, "he is trying to get inside her knickers."

As she ended the whole class swivelled to look at Matt, who took a moment to consider his options before saying, "Well yes, that is a fairly accurate reading of the poem, although of course there is more to it than that in terms of the metaphysical..."

He was interrupted by Alicia, "It wouldn't work with me."

"Sorry, what?"

"This flea thing, it wouldn't work with me. If a man started pointing out a flea to me when we were talking I wouldn't turn around and let him sleep with me."

"Oh I don't know," interjected Devina, "it is kind of romantic having someone make up poetry for you."

"Yes, maybe," Sienna, "but would you let him penetrate you?"

The three girls fell into each other giggling. The rest of the group looking on bemused.

The rest of the seminar past in much the same fashion. The group discussed 'The Flea' and Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress', which the girls rightly summarised as being another poem about a man trying to get inside a woman's knickers. At this point Alicia turned to Matt and asked, "Why all these poems about sex?"

"What do you mean?" Matt answered.

"Well all these poems that you've set us to read, all of which are basically about men trying to have sex with women, are you trying to tell us something....?"

The class hushed and Matt blushed. "It's not about me," he started to say before being interrupted again by Alicia.

"Oh I know it isn't about you in particular, it's about all men isn't it. And what all men want."

"Yes, I suppose, that would be one way of looking at it."

"Although in that case," added Alicia, "It is also about you and what you want as well... Isn't it?"

Fortunately for Matt the class ended there.

***

The next week was set aside for individual tutorials, one-on-one sessions with students. Matt wasn't surprised to notice that the three girls had put themselves down for sessions one after another at the end of the day. As each of the other students came and went half his mind was on these last three appointments. Eventually, as a pale boy whose name Matt still hadn't learnt despite teaching him for a year was leaving the room, Sienna knocked on the door and marched in.

"Hello," said Matt, "take seat" although in fact she already had. "Have you decided what you'd like to do your essay on?"

Sienna took a folder and book out of her bag and placed them on her knee. Drawn to the movement Matt's eyes momentarily rested on her lap, with her bare knee and calves revealed by her short dress. He mentally shook himself and focused on what she was saying, "Yes, I'm going to write about Hero and Leander by Christopher Marlowe."

"OK," Matt said, his mind already anticipating trouble, "tell me what attracted you to this poem?"

Hero and Leander was another text they had studied, another poem that the girls had summarized as being 'rude' and about men wanting to sleep with women. They talked about the poem and Sienna's essay for a couple of minutes. Then Sienna paused, "Can I ask you a specific question about the poem?"

"Of course," said Matt.

"It is a little rude."

"Go on."

"Well, towards the beginning there is all this stuff about stains on Hero's clothes..." as she spoke she opened a thin volume of Marlowe's poems and found the place she was looking for "Look, I'll read the bit I mean... 'Her kirtle blue, whereon was many a stain, Made with the blood of wretched lovers slain'...." Sienna paused, letting the words sink in, and then carried on, "Her kirtle is her dress, right? And I suppose that at one level the poem is saying that she is so beautiful that men kill themselves at the sight of her, maybe with frustration because they can't have her, I don't know." Matt nodded, and Sienna carried on "And that is extraordinary enough, but I think you said in one of the seminars that we think a bit more about what these stains were, that we think about what being slain might mean metaphorically... and... well I'm just wondering if what I'm thinking is right... I mean I think I know what this is but was wondering if you could confirm it for me."

Matt knew perfectly well what the stains were and didn't entirely want to go there, but as a teacher he had to ask, "What do you think they are?"

"I think they're semen. Is that right?"

"Well, that is one reading?"

"How?"

"It is the idea of the petite mort, do you know what that means?"

"The little death," Sienna frowned, "That is supposed to be a man's orgasm, right?"

"Or a woman's." Inwardly Matt couldn't believe the frankness of this conversation, it surely wasn't what one was supposed to be talking about with students. Nonetheless he carried on, "It is the idea that sometimes on orgasm people grow faint for a moment, with passion or as the blood drains from their head, and that feels a little like death."

There was a pause in the room for a moment, before Sienna asked "And does it feel like that for you?" This time Matt really squirmed in his seat, although maybe Sienna didn't notice as she carried on, "So in the poem it could be the petite mort, right? Well the other thing I was thinking, when you asked us to think metaphorically, was like how after a man orgasms his erection kind of dies. Maybe that could be thought of as being slain?"

"Well... maybe." Matt answered, blushing.

Luckily Sienna again charged on, "But either way basically what the poem saying here is that Hero is so attractive that wherever she goes men just can't help themselves from cumming all over her blue dress."

Sienna's dress was blue, Matt noticed. "In a phrase, yes." He said.

"Wow.... I mean that is quite a statement about how sexy she is."

"I suppose so, I mean that is the point." Matt answered, trying to regain his teacherly composure, "Marlowe is using the hyperbole in a poetic fashion to..."

But Sienna interrupted, "I mean think how that would be to be so sexy that guys just cum without being able to help it. Just imagine all that semen landing on your dress." As she spoke she sat upright in her chair and looked down at herself, as if imagining it happening to her. "Think of the power it would give you to be that sexy. I suppose what it is saying in the poem is that guys get so hard just looking at Hero that they have a premature ejaculation. Is that what it is saying?"

Matt swallowed down the saliva that was building in his throat. He was very conscious that he was getting a little hard himself. Before he could think of a reply he noticed Sienna bending forwards to put her folder on the floor in front of her. As she moved the neckline of her dress fell forward, Matt's eyes travelling down to the cleavage and flesh that was exposed as a result. Sitting up again Sienna looked at him frankly.

"I sometimes think I've got a little bit of that power, if you know what I mean," she said. "I don't know why but often I notice men getting hard when I go by." As she spoke she placed her hand on her waist and ran them down to her knees where she took the hemline of her skirt between her fingers, as if playing with it casually. But she then slowly began to draw her dress further up her legs. As she did she continued to speak in a relaxed, almost philosophical fashion, "Men think that women don't notice, but of course we do, we see the erections in their trousers. So I'm a bit like Hero that way. Maybe like Hero the sight of me makes men cum as well, although I can't really tell of course, because the spunk would all be in a sticky mess inside their trousers."

By now her hands had rolled her dress right up over her thighs. Matt's eyes had followed its trail and now were fixed on the small triangle of white knickers that were visible between the paleness of her thighs. Parting her knees a little, Sienna moved one hand off her dress and put it between her legs. Her hand was now covering her knickers but clearly pushing against herself, putting pressure on her pussy and clit.

"I quite like that feeling," she said, "I like the feeling of power that it gives me. I like the way that I've made you so hard in your trousers. I wonder if I could make you cum..." As she spoke Sienna gently ran her fingers down deeper between her legs and then back up again. She then spread her fingers aside, revealing how her panties were now slightly moist and starting to cling to the shape of her pussy underneath.

Sienna paused and at that precise moment there was a knock at the door. Before Matt could respond Sienna rolled her dress back down over her thighs and, gathering her things, stood to go. "That will be Devina," she said, "Got to dash, thanks for all your help, I think I understand Hero much better now.... And Leander come to that." As Sienna left she passed Devina in the doorway. The two of them didn't speak and Matt didn't notice the meaningful glance that they exchanged.

***

Devina was as blond as Sienna, but more largely built. Her breasts were firm and youthful but also of a significant size. For much of the first two weeks of teaching Matt had found his eyes drifting off to them time and again. He thought he'd got over this until the last weeks of sessions when the girls' lighter clothes had brought this problem back all the stronger. The rest of Devina was similarly luxurious, rolling curves of flesh that communicated a confident sensuality. She sat in the same seat Sienna had just left.

"Hello," said Matt, "take seat" although in fact she already had. "Have you decided what you'd like to do your essay on?"

Devina sat back in the chair, her elbows pulled back to her sides making her bosom push out, and looked Matt frankly up and down. He was sure she cocked an eyebrow at him and he wondered if she had been listening at the door. Rather than dying down he found his erection continuing to stir in his trousers. "Yes," Devina said at last "I'm going to write about Hero and Leander by Christopher Marlowe."

"OK," Matt said, a little inaudible sigh catching in his throat, "tell me what attracted you to this poem?"

Devina was always much more direct than Sienna, and in this instance she immediately brought up the particular passage of the poem that she wanted to talk about.

"The bit I found really interesting," she said, "is where Leander's body is being described."

"Right, what did you find interesting about that?" Matt asked.

"Well, there is this long passage, starting with the line 'How smooth his breast was, how white his belly' that describes his body in great deal. And what I think is amazing is that it is his naked body it is describing, his naked back and so on, which for a male character is really unusual. It is usually only women who are described like that."

"I think that is true," Matt said, continuing, "which is really the point that Marlowe was..."

But Devina interrupted, "I just think it is great, because women do look at men, it isn't just the male gazing at women but the other way round. So here Leander is being undressed and gazed at and made into a sexual object and, as a woman who likes looking at men, I find that really sexy."

Devina stopped and a hushed settled over the room. What she had been saying had made Matt extremely conscious of how she was looking at him: her eyes were sparkling, open wide, looking frankly and honestly at him. She was assessing him, gazing at him, and -- he was pretty sure from what she had said -- sexualising him.

"The other thing I like about this," Devina suddenly added, "Is the line that Leander is made for 'amorous play'. I just think that is such a great way of describing a man's body, surely any man would be pleased to be described that way? I like the idea of looking at men and thinking about how they might be made for amorous play."

By now Matt's erection was burning his groin, making him squirm with discomfort and desire. Devina continued to size him up and then spoke, "You find this poetry quite a turn on don't you?" she said. Matt nodded mutely in agreement and she carried on "That is what makes you such a great teacher... enthusiasm for your work. You've got a real passion for language. I have too, that's why all this poetry really would work for me."

"What do you mean?" Matt managed to ask.

"Donne, Marvell, Marlowe... mmm, god yes," Devina exclaimed, "I'd have any of them or all of them, their words would make me do whatever they wanted. Their words would make me want to give them pleasure."

As she spoke Devina shifted off her seat and kneeled in front of Matt. She looked up at him. "What I want to know," she said, "is whether they got hard writing these poems. I mean you get hard just thinking about the poems, so just imagine their erections when they were writing them."

Her hand reached out to Matt's crotch, tracing its long hard shape through the fabric of his trousers. "And then I wonder if they used the lines on any actual women. Do you think Donne really did use 'The Flea' to talk a woman into sleeping with him? It would be a waste if he hadn't."

Still looking up at him as she spoke Devina slowly unbuttoned Matt's fly, reaching in with one hand and feeling his penis through his underpants.

"It would be a shame if all this passion just stayed in the class room, wouldn't it?" she asked, and this time as she spoke she swiftly reached into his pants and drew out his penis, neatly slipping it through his open fly so that it stood standing upright between his thighs, engorged and erect.

Then, at last, she released Matt's eyes from her gaze and looked down at his penis. "Mmmmm," Devina moaned, "Now that is soooo rude, your cock sticking out like that when the rest of you is fully dressed. Sooo rude and almost as horny as poetry."

Wrapping one hand around Matt's shaft she gently stroked him, each time more firmly until as she pulled downwards she rolled his foreskin back and exposed the head of his penis. As she did she leaned forward and parted her lips slightly, kissing the top of his cock before lightly wrapping her mouth around him. Matt leant back in the chair a little, gently murmuring to himself as he watched Devina's blond head bob over his crotch. He could feel himself growing harder still inside her mouth, finding his cock and buttocks tensing uncontrollable as her tongue got to work around his glands and shaft.

The ten minute tutorial session was over, however, and there was a sudden knock at the door. Without rushing or hurrying Devina lifted her head up, letting Matt's penis slip from her mouth. "That will be Alicia," she said, "I'd better go." She stood and straightened her clothes, then watched as Matt urgently fumbled to get his blood hardened penis back inside his trousers. "I don't know if you should bother with that," Devina said slyly, "You're so hard that even in your trousers it would be visible to a blind woman." And then before Matt had fully concealed himself she called out to Alicia, "Come in."
The girls passed each other in the doorway, their eyes meeting meaningfully, and Alicia walked into the room. She was as dark as the other two were blond, with short-cropped hair emphasising her sharp cheekbones and large blue eyes. She was taller as well, and as she stalked into the room Matt immediately noticed her legs, encased in almost sheer stockings that ran up to a short blue dress that barely covered her thighs. She sat on the chair where Sienna and Devina had been before her and crossed her legs, allowing her dress to ride further up her thigh and shifting her body so that her long leg and foot seemed to point straight towards Matt's groin.

Before Matt could say anything Alicia spoke, "I'm going to write about Hero and Leander by Christopher Marlowe."

Matt almost laughed "OK," he said, "tell me..."

But Alicia interrupted, "What I want to talk about is the ending. You see I'm a bit confused."

"Alright, well tell me more and we'll see if I can help."

"Oh I'm sure you can," Alicia said, almost winking at him.

Matt was almost passed being surprised now and just waited for Alicia to carry on, "You see the thing I'm not sure about is the ending. What I want to know is do they sleep with each other or not? I think they do but it is the language, it just isn't clear. So, tell me straight, do they have sex?"

Matt answered quickly, his mouth dry, "Yes. They do, if you look at the passage you can see..."

"Oh that's a relief," said Alicia, "I think after everything Leander goes through in the poem he needs to get laid, it would hardly be fair otherwise."

Alicia swung her long leg forward so that it reached out and rested on Matt's chair, her foot was positioned between his legs, her toe pointing towards his very visible bulge. "Because you wouldn't want Hero to be thought of as a cock-tease would you," she said, "And if Leander doesn't get fucked soon I'd be worried that he'd explode."

She pushed the tip of her shoe harder against Matt groin, pressing into his penis.

"Am I right?" she asked.

"Yes," Matt moaned, not thinking of Leander at all, "You're right."

"And will Leander be very grateful to Hero for easing his passion," Alicia asked, her shoe now rubbing up and down against the shape of Matt's penis.

"Yes, he'd be very thankful."

"Mmm, that's good," Alicia said. "and wouldn't he be more or less in Hero's power. Is that a fair reading of the poem? That he would be in her power?"

"Well," Matt somehow dragged his mind back to Marlow, "You've got to remember that Marlowe didn't actually finish the poem. We don't know what happens after they have sex."

Alicia pushed forward almost violently with her foot, making Matt gasp. "Oh I know that," she said, "But that would be one possible reading wouldn't it?"

"Yes I suppose it would," said Matt, who found himself now shifting in his seat in order to rub his crotch harder against Alicia's shoe.

"Good," said Alicia and she swiftly swung her leg down from the chair, rose from her seat and took the two short steps between them.

Alicia briefly stood over Matt and then spread her knees and lowered herself onto him so that she straddled him in his chair. To allow her to sit she pulled her dress right up over her waist, revealing her hold-up stockings a pair of semi-transparent black panties. She quickly reached down between her legs and stroked Matt's cock through his trousers. Then, echoing Devina just minutes earlier, she undid the buttons of his fly one by one. Without a word Alicia slipped Matt's penis through his fly and pressed it against her panties, she allowed her body to rock backwards and forwards against his, holding his cock firmly in place so that she masturbated him against her body.

Matt's eyes were fixed on that small area of Alicia's crotch, watching as she humped herself against his cock. Through the thin fabric of her panties he could see the clear outline of her pussy, and she positioned his cock so that it pressed against her clit through the material, rocking a little more rapidly backwards and forwards so that his penis now traced the line of her cunt, forcing her labia apart slightly and revealing the glistening pinkness inside. As a bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his penis and Matt moaned, clutching his buttocks and lifting himself upwards as well as he could with Alicia on top of him. She ran her fingers over the head of his penis, catching the pre-cum and using its moistness to lubricate his penis even more as she stroke it.

Then she released him for a moment and swiftly hitched a finger inside her panties and eased them to one side. Her cunt was now revealed, the bud of her clit standing firm from where she'd been rubbing up against him, the tunnel of her pussy almost dripping juices and glowing pink. Without pausing Alicia lifted herself slightly up off Matt's lap and moved his cock into position underneath her. For a moment the head of his penis was held at the entrance to her cunt, touching but not entering, before she let herself drop down onto him and they both felt her pussy stretch as he sank inside her.

Alicia now rocked hard and fast, riding his penis as it slide ever deeper inside her until his balls slapped against her ass. She reached forward with her hands to brace herself against the back of the chair and allowed her body to pump him rapidly. With his penis enveloped in the warm wetness of her quim there was no chance of Matt holding out, he had been taunted and teased and aroused and bestirred and read poetry to by one girl after another and now, with a long low moan he felt himself coming to orgasm. His cock twitched and he lifted himself upwards, feeling his semen rush upward then sensing the moment of release as he drenched the inside of Alicia's cunt with one, then two, then three long streams of cum. Alicia gave a murmur of satisfaction as she pushed down harder against Matt, meeting his upwards thrust. She felt herself begin to cum as well. Her cunt tensed, pulsed, as it clenched itself around his penis, milking him for the last few drops of cum. She rolled her head back and felt her body shiver, starting with the spine and running downwards in waves to a point deep inside her cunt. She moaned as she felt the release.

For a moment they sat entwined on the chair. Then Alicia swung a long leg up and over Matt and she stood. His penis slipped out of her and rested, spent on his lap. She smiled and the two of them busied themselves getting presentable. As she turned to leave the room Alicia looked back and said, "I know Marlowe didn't finish the poem, but remember the ending we agreed, yes? Be good to Hero." And with that she left.

***

There were no more classes that year, there would be no more chances of Matt meeting the girl until next year, when he might again be their seminar tutor. There were the essays to mark, however, which Matt found himself nervously shifting through a couple of weeks later. He'd figured, of course, that basically they'd been bribing him for a good mark, with the implication that the bride would become blackmail if they didn't get what they wanted. Marlowe's poem Hero and Leander wasn't finished, it stopped after the couple had sex. Most critics agreed that it should have continued after that point, but unlike Alicia's interpretation most critics argued that by the standards of the time it would need a grisly ending. Two unmarried people couldn't have sex and get away with it, it needed some kind of natural or supernatural judgement... As he opened the essays, looking first at Sienna's, Matt released he had to make some kind of decision...

A few minutes later Matt felt a wave of relief sweep over him. The essays, all three of them, were excellent. They were analytically sound, well written and engaged passionately with the poem. The only criticism might be that they engaged a little bit too passionately... All the girls would have got 'As' anyway, leaving Matt to wonder what the whole exercise had been for. Unless they were seeking to bride him for some other reason altogether...

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She picked up her journal, the one she had kept ever since she had learned about adult life, and as she turned the page she smiled as the memories came flooding back to her as she recalled the pleasure and knowledge they gave her. As she turned the pages she remembered how after she had come back from America and she came across an entry "new job today." A cold shiver ran up her spine as she recalled those few weeks and how it all started and so nearly ended...

... "Fuck off" Julie spat at the man sitting behind the desk, "you won't get me taking my clothes off like some cheap whore," and with that Julie lit a cigarette in defiance of the no-smoking signs and sat back in her chair staring at he man on the other side of the desk. The man returned Julie's venomous stare with a calm and collected poise to his face and waited in the silence for a while as he watched Julie puff the cigarette furiously before dropping it into the half empty coffee cup with a fizz. Putting his fingers together in a steeple the man spoke softly and gently, his faint Scottish burr detectable, "you go for an interview on Friday, you will get the job and I am sure you will enjoy it. Full back up will be provided." Julie stood silently and smoothed the unseen creases in her expensive leather trousers before picking up the designer jacket she had thrown casually over the chair when she had come in and putting it on over her silk top. Turning on her heel she walked to the door as the man spoke again, "see Mary will you and she will fill you in and get you dressed more appropriately." Julie didn't bother to reply and slammed the door hard behind her muttering under her breath how she doubted the man's parentage.

A few days later Julie stood shivering as the cold February winds whistled along the bleak Belfast street. Julie tried to pull the cheap jacket around her to protect her from the cold that was seeping through her bones, and felt the flimsy material of the thin dress whip around her thighs. Looking down she cursed as she stumbled in the cheap and slightly scuffed stilettos as she tottered towards the door. Banging on the door Julie waited, chewing gum so as to complete her carefully prepared image to show a tarty woman who was a bit down on her luck and therefore willing to do anything for a job. The peephole in the door slid back to reveal a rough looking man with shaven head and a broken nose who grunted in a harsh Belfast accent "What do you want." Trying to look bored but slightly nervous Julie held up the advert in the local paper that read 'wanted exotic dancers for private club who are prepared to be adventurous', "I came about the job" Julie responded. The door slide open and Julie walked into the dingy club.

The man motioned with her head as he re-bolted the door and Julie walked into the main area of the club. In the harsh lights the club looked positively tacky and a man sat near the stage drinking a cup of coffee and reading a paper. Seeing Julie he lowered the paper and motioned her forward as he spoke, "What's your name? What do you want?" Julie looked down as she mumbled her name was Julie and that she had come about the job. The man looked her up and down and then commanded her to strip. Julie started to wiggle in a sexy way when the man interrupted her and said, "just take your fucking clothes off, no one is going to look at your dancing if you have good tits." Julie stripped and stood naked as the man's lecherous eyes feasted on her body. After a while he looked up and spoke, "I pay £50 a night for normal dancing and more for special dances. You get to keep anything the punters give you but don't try to rip them off; it would be a little bad for your health. You start tonight." With that he returned to his paper ignoring Julie as she dressed and left the way she had come in.

Julie worked at the club for a few weeks and soon became quite popular with some of the residents. Dressed in a skimpy skintight mini dress that barely covered her thong Julie glided onto the stage and began to pump her hips as the heavy base started to boom through the club. Wrapping her legs around the pole Julie simulated sex by grinding her hips against it and writhing up and down. As the music filled her mind she began to become more excited and could feel the cold metal rubbing against her clit. Breaking away Julie ran her hands over her body pausing to stimulate her nipples so they poked through the dress. Simulating a near orgasm Julie grabbed a big handful of the front of the dress and pulled knowing that the clever Velcro fastenings at the back would allow her to pull the dress of in one pull. Julie breasts sprang free causing a gasp from the club goers who had never seen her firm breasts before as Julie lent forward gyrating them from side to side. Then licking her lips she ran her hands up and down her flanks catching the strings and pulling them slowly downwards. Once the thong had reached her upper thighs she sat quickly pulling them over her ankles and then opening her legs wide gave the audience a full view of her open pussy.

Spinning on her ass she knelt and gyrating her ass up and down in a fucking motion whilst parting her legs slightly so they got a full view. Standing Julie stood with her legs apart and began to run her hand up and down her naked groin before resting on her trimmed bush. Then running her hand under herself she pushed a finger deep into her own pussy and began to hump with the music. One finger was soon joined by another finger as Julie began to fuck herself as the crowd watched her become more and more turned on.

Close to cumming Julie began to ram the fingers in deeper and harder before she heard the clunk of a beer bottle being stood on the stage. Looking down she saw that one of the regulars had put a normal size bottle end up and was grasping the base grinning to his friend. Turning the man elbowed his partner saying, "Watch this she will take it up her cunt all the way." Julie gyrated over and lowered herself on the neck on the bottle. Smiling at the man she lowered herself slowly onto the bottle feeling the cold glass invade her flesh until she could feel the man's hand touching her pussy lips. Moving herself, but still holding the bottle in her pussy, Julie arched backwards until her head and upper back touched the stage. Then she arched her hips so that the bottle tilted and the man was forced to let go. The crowd was silent as she lowered her ass and by lifting her legs turned the bottle so it faced base up so the cold beer trickled into her pussy. Then moving back to an upright position she returned the bottle to the man's hand and slowly lifted up withdrawing it from herself. Moving forward to the man's friend who had been told to open his mouth and hold his head backwards slightly, Julie straddled him with her pussy pointing towards his mouth. The crowd applauded when a stream of beer shot out hitting the man's open mouth who coughed and spluttered with the force. The other man laughed loudly at his companion's reaction d threw a £5 note onto the stage.

Julie heard a heavier clunk and looked round to see champagne bottle had been placed on the stage and a man was waving a £20 note. "If you can take this darling," he said, "then you can keep both." Julie moved toward the bottle and lowered herself so the tip was just inside her pussy. Smiling at the man she said in a throaty voice "£20 to get it inside, another £20 to lift it darling." Seeing the man nod in acknowledgment Julie began to lower herself onto the bottle. Beads of perspiration broke onto her brow as she pressed herself downwards feeling the bottle sink deeper and deeper. The crowd grew silent as more and more of the bottle disappeared into her pussy and a huge cheer erupted as it finally disappeared. Picking the £20 out of the guy's hand Julie slowly began to lift herself up. Gritting her teeth she felt the bottle tug at her insides but gripping tighter she stood before bending slightly to pick the other £20 out of the man's hand as he stood there open mouthed. Another man screamed "£50 if you can give us all a drink" and Julie smiled as she breathed in deeply. Taking a tight grip with her pussy muscles Julie flicked herself forwards into a handstand and felt the liquid begin to pour into her pussy. Judging the moment to perfection Julie dropped from the handstand and allowed herself to relax slightly and catch the bottle as it came free from her pussy. Continuing her roll she cam to rest on all fours with her ass facing the audience and huge gales of laughter erupted as she sprayed the closest with champagne.

Later that evening Julie was wandering round the club dressed in a light skimpy dress with nothing underneath. Playfully she slapped groping hands away but not before a few had stuck their fingers into her soaking pussy as she strolled through the club. Stopping at the reserved table she smiled and asked if there was anything they would like. At the table was a collection of hard Belfast men with a couple of Americans who were quite enthusiastic about her stage show. One man threw a £50 on the table and said "it's your darling if you blow me, I am sure that will taste better than champagne." Picking up the £50 Julie crawled under the table and unzipping the American began to suck eagerly on his cock. Listening to the man inform the others "hey this bitch can suck cock" Julie carefully placed the small transceiver under the table. Julie began to suck in earnest as the man hardened and as her warm mouth worked up and down she felt him begin to hump his cock into her face. Soon his hand came under the table and holding her head in place he grunted as he shot deep into her mouth. Swallowing the cum Julie stood as smiled at the rest of the table and carefully wiped a stray drop from the side of her mouth and placed her finger in her mouth. One of the men told her to Fuck off in a harsh Belfast accent and although the smile never left her face Julie was a little concerned how the small sandy haired man in the corner studied her face intently.

Julie continued to work at the club over the next few weeks but whilst the group came at sat at the same table she was never invited to join them, although she did get a few longing looks from the American. After a long shift Julie entered the converted storeroom, which the owner laughingly called a changing room, and was a little surprised to see the sandy haired guy sitting waiting for her. He had a cold smile on is lips and before she could react both her arms were grabbed and a hood placed over her head. As her hands were pulled roughly behind her back and fastened with plasi-cuffs, she heard the man come close and whisper with pure hatred in his voice. "We know who you are you English bitch" and with that punched her hard in the stomach. Julie heard another voice, "Hey Boss, mind if we have some fun with her before we get rid of her?" Without waiting for a reply one on the men pushed Julie over a nearby desk and reaching under her short skirt tore her flimsy panties off. With one hand pressed into the middle of her back the man unzipped him self and gave his cock a few strokes to make himself hard. As he forced himself into Julie with a grunt, he laughed as he said, "Bit dry but not a bad fuck." The man continued to pump into Julie's inert body, savagely thrusting his hips as his balls slapped against her. Soon he was finished and another man took his place, his cock sliding easily into Julie's pussy that was filled with the first guys cum. "Bit sloppy now" laughed the guy as he pumped into her with renewed vigour, trying to force a reaction out of her.

Once he had finished the third guy took his place and as he looked down at the cum running down Julie's legs he laughed as he said "to sloppy in there for me." Dipping his fingers into Julies pussy he scoped some of the mixture our and smeared it on her anal opening. Roughly he pushed two fingers into her ass and pushed them in and out opening her body. After finger fucking her for a few minutes, he removed his fingers and took his hard cock and pushed at Julies anal opening. After a few grunts he forced his way in and Julie bit her lip beneath the hood to keep from crying out. Then as the man pumped in and out of her abused ass, he bought his hand down savagely on her exposed cheeks. Grunting he whispered to her, "you love having your slut ass fucked don't you?" Julie refused to give him the satisfaction of responding and remained quiet under the hood. Annoyed at her lack of response the man pressed the muzzle of his automatic into the back of Julie's neck as he shouted "I am going to off the bitch while I am inside her." Before he could pull the trigger the sandy haired man issued a curt instruction, "not in here, take her outside and do it."

Julie felt herself being dragged roughly into the alley outside the club and was forced to her knees. As the grit on the floor buried itself into her knees Julie could feel the cum dribbling down her thighs. Eyes wide open inside the hood Julie braced herself as she felt the gun being pressed into her neck and as she mouthed a silent prayer she heard a distinct double tap. It took her a moment to realise that she had heard two shots before she realised she still alive. Throwing herself forward her face hit the ground hard as she was unable to protect herself with her arms and the noise of gunfire filled the alley. After a while she felt herself being lifted gently to her feet and her arms untied before the hood was removed. Blinking, Julie found herself looking into the chest of a huge man who had a deeply concerned look across his face, "Are you OK Princess" he muttered. "Bear, I love you" Julie stammered as she reached up on tip toes to kiss his nose. "I'll have my kiss later" said a voice from behind and Julie turned to see a dark, almost Italian looking guy moving his gun in a steady arc as he covered the ally that was littered with inert bodies. "Kiss you all you want later Drifter" Julie said as Bear helped her limp towards the car, keeping a protective arm around her.

As she got painfully into the car, dreaming of a long hot bath, Julie giggled to herself. Bear turned in the seat, his faced creased with worry, "What's up Julie?" he asked. Laughing softly, Julie said, "supposed I am unemployed now."

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She read the latest entry in her journal, the one she had kept ever since she had learned about adult life, and smiled as the memories came flooding back to her as she recalled the pleasure and knowledge they gave her. "Not a bad way to welcome in the New Year I guess" Julie said quietly to herself.

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With the words "I will see you at the airport on the 2nd" still ringing in her brain Julie clicked the mobile phone off. Four days stuck in a hotel in Kenya on her own wasn't that bad she thought, at least she had a few trashy novels she could read and could work on a decent tan.

That evening Julie sat quietly in the restaurant reading a book over a leisurely dinner when she heard an English voice from the side of the table, "Could I beg a cigarette please?"

Looking up Julie saw a pretty young girl in her early 20's, her face framed by straight brown hair cut in a shoulder length bob. Julie smiled as she said, "Sure have a spare one as well."

As she leant forward to collect the cigarettes Julie couldn't help but look down her dress and see that a bra didn't encumber her firm breasts. Julie's discrete watching was broken by the girl saying, "Thanks, I'm Lucy and that's my boyfriend Andy, I promised him I would give up but I didn't seem to be doing to well."

Julie looked over to where Lucy had indicated and saw a sandy haired man of about 25 who, with a pleasant smile, was waving in both thanks and embarrassment at his girlfriend's boldness.

After dinner Julie decided to sit on the veranda and as she strolled out she spotted the couple sitting in conversation. Walking over Julie stopped and smiling said, "Would you like a few more cigarettes for later?"

Lucy and Andy looked up and both smiled. "You are too kind," said Lucy, "but why don't you join us as you seem to be on your own."

Julie looked at Andy for confirmation and in a broad Yorkshire accent who replied, "Please join us, and let me get you a drink."

Over the next few hours the three of them talked and drank and it became apparent that it was Lucy & Andy's first visit to Africa and they both questioned Julie at length about subjects ranging from how much to tip, the costs of taxis and why you couldn't bathe topless, to the wildlife they might see on the safari they had booked. Julie had been to various parts of Africa many times before and answered there questions and also explained that her boyfriend had been called away on business and wouldn't be joining her until the airport in a few days time when they were flying to the Seychelles.

The one subject that seemed to fascinate Lucy was sex as she continually steered the conversation round to ask about local customs and attitudes based on sex. Andy on the other hand would steer the conversations away sometimes looking a bit embarrassed. Julie decided that they were relaxed enough to throw out a little testing question and looking directly into Lucy's eyes said, "The way you are talking about sex you would think you are here to see more than just the animals on Safari."

There was a pause and the couple looked at each other and to Julie's surprise it was Andy who replied blushing, "We both feel we should be more experimental with sex, but I hope we haven't offended you."

Julie laughed and still keeping direct eye contact with Lucy said, "I must admit I was wondering what you would look like naked and your pussy would taste like."

Lucy didn't flinch as she returned Julie's gaze and said, "If you taste mine then I want to taste yours, but only after Andy has cum inside you."

With the subject out in the open the three of them acted in almost indecent haste as they settled the bill and headed towards the rooms. "Our room is closer" Lucy panted as she turned and opened the door.

Leaving Andy to follow behind Julie was surprised as Lucy grabbed her just inside the door and kissed her firmly on the mouth. Julie returned the passionate kiss and both of them tugged at each other's clothing leaving Andy to watch. Soon both women's clothes were in a heap on the floor and they fell to the bed hands roaming over each other's body.

Julie firmly pushed Lucy onto her back and started kissing her neck and working her way down. Running her tongue over and around Lucy's nipples she heard her moan with excitement and felt the nipples harden under her tongue. Trailing her tongue over Lucy's tummy Julie worked down until she was kneeling between Lucy's thighs on all fours. Julie knew that she was in an inviting position for Andy but hoped she didn't have to spell it out for him. Movement behind her told Julie the answer to her question and she felt Andy's hands caressing her buttocks and rough fingers stroking at the folds of her pussy.

Julie bent her head and delicately ran her tongue along Lucy's pussy lips collected the juices that had collected there. Then delving inside as deep as she could Julie wormed her tongue up and around licking deep inside Lucy's pussy. At the same time Julie felt a pressing against her own pussy as Andy prepared to enter her. Julie could help letting out a moan of pleasure as Andy slowly pushed himself deeper and deeper into Julie's pussy.

By the feel of it Andy wasn't huge but was reasonably well endowed and his cock was as hard as steel. Andy started to fuck Julie in a steady pace and each thrust sent her face into Lucy's pussy pressing her nose against her clit. Moving her head and bracing herself Julie managed to work on Lucy's engorged clit. First running her tongue round and round then gently taking it between her lips sucked and nibbled. Lucy was thrashing about and moaning as Julie worked on her and Julie knew she was close when she felt her hands grip her head.

"Oh God Julie, lick my pussy, devour me, I am cumming" and with that Lucy let out a wail and Julie felt her flood. Clamping her mouth over Lucy's pussy Julie swallowed as much of Lucy's juices as she could.

"Does she taste good?" Andy grunted as he continued to drive in and out of Julie.

Julie couldn't reply as her mouth was still firmly pressed against Lucy's pussy and heard Lucy pant out, "Fuck her good lover, I want to taste your cum in her pussy."

These words of encouragement caused Andy to fuck harder and with a half moan, half yell pumped his cum deep into Julie. Julie could feel each of his final thrusts like he was trying to drive his cock through the roof of her head. This action sent Julie over the top and her orgasm burst through her brain.

After a few minutes Andy withdrew from Julie and she felt herself being moved gently on the bed so she was lying on her back, feet on the headboard and with Lucy above her in a 69 position.

"Now I am going to taste that lovely cum" Lucy said in a throaty voice and with that bent her head and began to lick at Julie's pussy. Julie nerves were still on edge and each touch of Lucy's tongue sent electric shocks racing through her body.

Looking up Julie could see Lucy's lovely pussy and lifting her head began to lick and nibble and Lucy's clit. This sent Lucy wild and she in turn licked harder and more frantically. Julie could feel Lucy's tongue deep inside her body and her enjoyment of the sensations was momentarily halted when she saw Andy's thighs behind her head.

Julie was a little shocked to see that Andy was sporting a raging erection and Andy smiled down as he said, "Viagra. took some on the way back to the rooms. Now as you are taking up Lucy's pussy, be a dear and lick her ass and I will fuck that."

Julie craned her neck further and pulling Lucy's ass cheeks apart began to probe with her tongue. Julie could tell by the moans coming from Lucy and the way her anal ring twitched that she wasn't an anal virgin. Julie poked her tongue in and rolling her tongue into a tube pushed in and out prepared her as much as she could. Then using some of Lucy's pussy juices as lubricant Julie worked first one then two fingers in and out of Lucy's willing ass.

Andy's cock by the side of her head told Julie that he wasn't going to wait much longer so Julie moved out of the way. "Better get it good and wet love" Andy said as he held his cock by the base.

Julie was more than happy to oblige and opened her mouth and allowed Andy to slide his rock hard cock in. Julie made sure that she left as much saliva on Andy's cock as she could when he withdrew and to help Julie held Lucy's ass cheeks wide apart.

As Julie watched very closely Andy pushed his cock at Lucy's anal ring and Julie saw it resist before finally succumbing to the assault and allowing the head to slip inside. Julie felt the muffled scream in her pussy from Lucy as Andy slowly worked his cock deeper. Soon Andy had all 7 inches buried in Lucy's ass and Julie couldn't help but lick Andy's heavy balls that were hanging over he face.

Julie returned her attentions to Lucy's pussy as Andy started to pump in and out of Lucy's ass. At first he thrust slowly but as Lucy relaxed his thrusts became deeper and more rapid. Lucy was going wild and her tongue was doing the same to Julie. Soon Julie felt another orgasm building and looking up she saw Andy's balls contract as he neared his climax. Julie clamped her teeth on Lucy's clit causing Lucy to buck and thrust herself harder onto Andy's cock. The chain reaction sent all three of them into a mutual orgasm.

All three of them lay sprawled on the bed and after an hour of a sleep Julie woke to the sound of the shower running. Lucy was cuddled up to Julie, her chest rising and falling slowly as she slept, but Andy was nowhere to be seen. Walking naked to the bathroom Julie stood at the open door and watched as Andy soaped himself still sporting a raging erection.

Andy steeped out of the shower and stood in front of Julie. "Bloody Viagra, it just won't go away." Andy laughed as he stroked his engorged cock.

"We will have to do something about that," Julie laughed softly and sank to her knees.

Andy stepped forward and sighed as Julie took his cock in his hand and slowly began to lick the head of his cock. Still working the cock with her hand Julie engulfed the cock in her warm mouth and began to move her head up and down.

Julie was still sucking on Andy when she heard a sleepy voice behind her, "Started without me have you," pouted Lucy.

Removing her mouth from Andy's cock Julie laughed as she said, "Don't blame me it's your boyfriend who has a hard-on that won't go down" and returned to sucking Andy's cock.

"Come back to bed" Lucy said, "I have a nice surprise for you."

Julie and Andy broke off from their games and went back to the bedroom to see Lucy lying on her back with a large strapon sticking up into the air. "You like?" Lucy purred.

Julie nodded and clambered onto the bed straddling Lucy's hips and holding the base of the plastic cock upright, Julie sank slowly onto it. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as she felt the 8 inches sink into her pussy. Slowly riding it Julie moaned as the pleasure coursed through her and when she felt Andy's hand on her back stopping her movements for a second Julie knew what was coming next.

Bracing herself Julie felt Andy's rampant cock pressing against her ass and breathing deeply Julie relaxed to allow him to slip inside. The feeling of being penetrated by two cocks was intense and Julie couldn't help a loud groan escape her lips. With a sharp thrust Andy fully embedded his cock into Julie's ass and leaning forward whispered in Julie's ear, "How does it feel baby."

"Full" was the only words Julie could find and then as passion welled up kissed Lucy hard on the mouth. Andy began to drive his cock in slow deep strokes forcing Lucy's plastic cock deeper into her pussy each time. Julie got into the rhythm and began to grind down onto the strapon with each thrust and then push back onto to Andy who was filling her ass.

The feeling were so intense a huge orgasm flashing through Julie like a raging river and she thrashed as the couple fucked her with renewed vigour. Soon Andy was grunting and with tremendous thrusts emptied him-self deep inside Julie's ass. The movement and pressure on Lucy's clit from the base plate of the strapon caused Lucy to cum at the same time.

The three of them rolled onto their side and lay like that for a while with Julie still pinned by the two cocks. Julie fell into a sleep with Lucy kissing her face gently and Andy kissing her neck.

The early morning dawn was just starting to break when Julie woke and Lucy and Andy were sleeping soundly on either side. Quietly so as not to wake them Julie climbed from the bed and gathered her clothes that were strewn round the room.

A few minutes later Julie was back in her room and jumped in the shower. As she soaped herself clean she thought, "Such a nice couple, pity I will never see them again."

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It was now a few weeks since the night Cathy collected her prize as the winner of the Supersizeme competition. The competition where she and her friend Jo competed to see who could find and fuck the guy with the biggest cock. Cathy won with my 14 inches out doing the best that Jo could come up with, a good 12 inches but sadly for her a couple of inches short. I couldn't believe that I had been able to find a girl who could take my 14 inch cock and to top it all off she was an absolute babe. She was fit, tanned and enormously well endowed with huge tits. We had been seeing a lot of each other over the last two weeks but had yet to meet any of Cathy's friends. But that was about to change when Cathy was invited to a party to catch up with some old uni friends. We were excited but also a bit anxious about going as Cathy new that some of her old friends would be there and that they had a reputation for stealing other girl's guys. We had only just arrived when I noticed a lot of the girls were whispering to each other when they saw Cathy and me and it wasn't long before I was sure that Jo had spread the word about me or rather should I see it. It being my massive cock that had allowed Cathy to win the big cock competition with Jo and it wasn't long before a few of the "friends" starting hitting on me.

Every time I went to get a drink one of them would follow me and start chatting to me often staring blatantly at my groin. They were all young fit looking chicks dressed in short shirts and tight tops. I was having real trouble keeping my cock under control. Finally one of them named Pat started rubbing her hand up my leg. You should have seen the look on her face when she soon found that it wasn't my leg that she was rubbing but my massive cock. Her jaw dropped and she just stared at my jeans as she kept rubbing it.

I asked her if she liked what she felt and she replied that she couldn't believe it and asked if was for real. I told her that it was and she stared shaking and went pale.

I went out described what had happened to Cathy. When I told her about what Pat had done Cathy informed me that Pat was well known for boasting that she could get any man and that no guy could satisfy her. I told her that I bet 14 inches of rock hard cock would sort her out and have her begging for mercy.

Cathy agreed and told me that while she wouldn't be keen on me fucking all of her friends she would not have a problem if I gave Pat one hell of a fucking provided she could be there to see it.

Anyway as the night went on we all had more to drink and I soon found myself outside with Pat. She was flirting with me terribly and soon she had her hands back on my cock. This time I returned the favour and took her big tits which I guess were about 36Ds in my hands started rubbing them and licking them through her dress.

We went into the nearby games room which was empty and I quickly removed her top exposing her huge milky white tits. Pat dropped to her knees and undid my shorts and after a little trouble Pat finally exposed my massive cock.

She was in shock being confronted by such a massive piece of manhood.

Pat

"Oh my god your cock is fucking massive! It's like bigger than my forearm, MUCH bigger. It must be a foot long!!!" exclaimed Pat.

"Try more," I replied proudly.

"13 inches?"

"More."

"14 inches?"

"That's right and I'm ready to explode a huge load all over your pretty face!" I announced.

"Shit, even your balls are massive! They're like base balls. Mmmh, there must be so much cum sloshing around in there," suggested Pat.

I grabbed your huge horsecock with both hands, feeling its awesome power, realising my fingers are not even close to encompassing its soda-can thick girth. A great big glob of pre-cum appears on the enormous velvet head. I lick it up hungrily and more pours out. My face is now coated with your potent pre-spunk and yet still more pours out, clear streams of sticky fluid leaking out continuously.

"Shit, you've already come more than my previous boyfriend and its just pre-cum! This cock is fucking amazing!"

Your girlfriend Cathy has joined us and looks on, nodding approvingly. I now really start to suck on the monster while jacking off the enormous shaft. I can only fit the huge mushroom head between my lips, but I bite on it and loudly slurp all your excess cream, like a possessed woman. I roughly massage your huge balls, one at a time since I can barely hold one in my tiny hand. Then I start descending on your 14-inch pole, biting the side of it and licking at the angry veins. Some of them are so big, they look like small cocks. Your cock is so hard, it's about to burst. I can hear your loud moanings and know I'm gonna be soon coated with your cream.

"Yeah, I'm cumming, take my load you slut!" you screamed.

The first powerful jet sailed clear past my head and hits the wall 6 feet behind me. I have never seen anyone ejaculate such a huge amount of cum at such a distance. But you are far from done. You take matters into your own hands, so to speak, and aim your cum-cannon at my countenance, coating my face and hair in thick globs of cum. My face is completely messy and I lap up your juices with my fingers, opening my mouth for you to fill me up.

"More! Come in my mouth, you fucking horse-hung stud!" I yelled as more massive streams jet from your enormous cockhead, filled my mouth up completely, rivers of cum pouring from my lips.

"How about on your tits baby! Do you want some on them?" asked Brad.

"What, you're still cumming??? That's, unbelie..." I can't finish as you fire a last salvo into my mouth and I must swallow or drown. Then your lower your cock, a hard task since it is so absolutely rockhard, and fire some more cum at my tits. I can't go on counting how many shots of cum you've already ejaculated but each one was extremely powerful and voluminous, and you are still going. A few more shots are enough to completely drown my 36d breasts in your copious goo, then you just drool more thick strands of cum onto the floor. I put my face under your cock and slowly slurp the long dangling strand until I reach your tip. Then, grabbing your massive cock with both hands, I clean your doorknob-sized head with my tongue. It takes a while and then I realise you are still hard...

"What, you've just come a pint of your spunk all over me and you're STILL HARD???"

You look at me smiling. "Now, for the REAL fun to begin."

Brad

At this point Cathy moved in closer and smiled as she saw her friend Pat plastered in my cum. It was dripping from her nipples her nose, her hair and her lips. Cathy didn't say a word as she ran her index finger along my shaft until finally it reached the head where she scooped up some of my cum before coating her luscious full lips with my spunk. She looked at Pat who was still wiping spunk from her face and said "Like that did you cum hungry slut" before turning to me and kissing me passionately on the lips.

"Looks like Pat would like to know what it would be like to be fucked by your mega-cock babe. Is that what you want is it Pat, do you want Brad to fuck your pussy good and hard with his horse cock? Well is it?" demanded Cathy.

Pat just looked at her with her eyes saying it all as she looked longingly at my growing cock.

"Damn it Pat if you want him to fuck you with you had better start begging for it or I might just fuck him myself, now beg women beg!" saidd Cathy.

"Oh please Brad please fuck me with your huge cock I must have its immenseness inside me, please fuck me, make me your big cock slave. I'll do what ever you want I've just got to have it in me NOW!!" begged Pat her big tits heaving with the thought of being torn apart by this 14 inch cock.

Cathy started stroking my cock to make sure that it was at its maximum length before asking Pat to stand up and lean against the wall. Once she had done this Cathy positioned herself behind Pat and slowly pulled her shirt down exposing Pat's panties. Pat started to grind her buttocks into Cathy's hands as Cathy massaged her cheeks.

Pat's panties were moist with her juices which were flowing freely. She was rubbing her tits with one hand as Cathy rubbed her pussy from behind. Finally Cathy removed Pat's panties exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. I moved over to her, my massive cock pointing rampantly skyward. I grabbed Pat around the waist my cock poised to enter her from behind. Pat pushed back eager to have me fill her with my immense size.

I grabbed my cock with hand as I held her waist and positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy.

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I feel the heat of your pulsating rod at my pussy lips and squirted thick juices in delight. It coats your immense cockhead, already dripping with lubricating pre-cum, in anticipation of the impaling you are about to give me.

"Shit, be careful with that thing Brad, I never had any cock that big before," warned Pat.

My pussy lips distend when your huge knobhead plough into my depths. It hurts but at the same time, I can't wait to have your mega-cock all the way up my twat. My eyes are fixed on your huge cock as inch after inch enter me. You are about halfway in as I am more filled than I have ever been before.

"I can't believe I'm so full and you have so much cock still to go! Fuck, this dick is the biggest in the world!"

"That's right baby and you won't feel another man after I'm through with you" you snarl back.

I love you manliness and how you take control. I have an orgasm from your dirty talk and half of your 14-incher in me.

Suddenly, you grab me by the waist and impale yourself completely in me. Your cockhead must be up my stomach. The feeling in unbelievable and I scream in ecstasy. Your massive balls slap me repeatedly on my upturned buttcheeks, they are becoming red from the pounding your bullballs are giving them. You masterfully fuck me senseless with your rock hard monster cock for what seem like ages.

Cathy is rubbing my clit as your cock pummels my insides. She jacks off your gigantic shaft with both hands on the upstrokes. The fucking is noisy, juices slushing around, my cunt vibrating with climax after climax, your pre-cum and my juices oozing out like a torrent. After thirty minutes of merciless pounding, you finally grunt and your cock grows even bigger and harder inside me.

Brad

"Tell me where you're going to deliver your massive load stud," asked Pat.

"Oh my god Brad, I can't take it any more you're splitting me in two you big stud. OH FUCK you're killing me with that thing," yelled Pat.

"That's OK baby I can't hold back any longer I think I'm going explode so get ready because this is going to be big," I replied.

"Oh shit pleeeease cum before you split me you big stud!!" screamed Pat.

Cathy was enjoying every minute of this huge fuck as she finally saw Pat get what she deserved, a cock that not even she could handle. Cathy had slipped around to the front of Pat who was still bracing herself against the wall as I firmly held her hips pulling her back on my rampant hardon. When I looked Cathy had taken to sucking Pat's nipples and massaging her big tits. This sent Pat over the edge as she screamed in ecstasy at the treatment we were giving her.

"Oh fuck Brad please cum, I can't take it any more," whimpered Pat.

"Where Pat? Where do you want me to unload this cum cannon?" I asked.

"All over me Brad, cum all over me plaster me in your hot cum," pleaded Pat.

I continued to pump Pat's pussy a few more times before pulling out and positioning her in front of me. Pat grabbed my cock and started furiously wanking it and slurping the cum now oozing from its massive head.

Cathy joined in and soon there were three hands wanking my huge cock.

Oh fuck ladies here it comes I yelled. But before they could prepare themselves the first of many shots departed my cannon landing on the pretty little faces of my two big cock sluts.

Oh fuck he cums like a geyser, look at him cumming yelled Pat reeling as shot after shot impacted her face, tits and stomach. Yeah good isn't he replied Cathy now grabbing hold of my cock and aiming fair and squarely at her massive 44 inch tits.

What an awesome sight seeing these two big titted beauties covered in my cum. Cathy grabbed my cock and ran it all over Pat's face who was now licking her own lips to taste my cum.

"Well ladies how was that??" I asked.

Pat replied that she was now a big cock slut and that nothing would ever satisfy her again.

Pat

As Cathy and I both begin to recover from the awesome sight of your massive cum-cannon plastering both of us with load after load of thick cream, your rampant hardon demands more attention.

"I want you to take me up the ass now you bull stud!" I demanded.

"I thought you'd never ask" replied Brad.

Before letting you impale me with your gigantic fuckstick, I must make sure you are truely well lubricated. Thanks God, your bull balls still contain enough splooge to drown a cheerleading team in and as I start yanking of your 14-inch crank, precum begins to ooze out yet again. Cathy helps me spread the viscous fluid all over the vast expanse of your meat. Of course, we can't help ourselves and have to suck on your giant helmet from time to time and suck some mouthfuls of pre-spunk but there's plenty of it anyway to lubricate your giant cock.

Cathy then surprises me and starts fingering my anus with her sticky index.

"Gotta stretch that little hole and make it all slippery if you're gonna take Brad's huge cock up there!"

While Cathy primes me for your massive manmeat, you jack off with long two-hand strokes, admiring the sight of your girlfriend fingering my arsehole.

She now has four fingers stuck halfway up and is rotating her hand to really stretch my poor little hole.

"I can't wait!" you say angrily and you push Cathy away, placing your angry knobhead at my backside.

"Oh please, be careful with that horsecock! I've never had a cock anywhere near that big in there before!"

"Yeah, you'll be singing a different tune when I'm done with you my little cock slut!" boasted Brad.

Pushing your helmet in, I can feel my anal passage dilating to the max to accept your forearm-sized shaft up my chute. It hurts like hell, but I can't show it, since you own all my holes now that I've seen what your mega-cock is capable of.

You have nearly half of your giant rod up me now and I'm furiously rubbing my clit while Cathy is playing with my hard nipples, biting them and twisting them to red hotness. You pre-cum flows freely from your rockhard cock, lubricating my backside and making your powerful invasion less hurtful. After a while, really start to like it and your immense size is no longer a discomfort but a source of intense pleasure. I am convulsing as you pound my ass with long ten-inch strokes, pulling out almost completely, before slamming your horsecock back in with incredible strength. I can see your huge muscles rippling, your massive biceps straining under the effort, your large chest heaving and your six-pack abs glistening with sweat. You lift me up in the air and hold me under the legs, letting my weight fall down on your massive pillar time and time again.

You just exude power as your show of manliness goes on and on. Finally, after another half hour, I hear you grunt and my anus feels like it's going to be torn apart by your engorged and ready-to-explode enormous dick.

Brad

By now Pat was delirious with ecstasy, she was alternating between pleasure and pain screaming one minute for me to fuck her even deeper the next begging me to stop. Cathy had taken to simply driving her right hand into her pussy while furiously rubbing her massive tits still glistening with my cum from earlier with the left.

As I continued to sink my shaft into Pat there was a new twist. As I looked to my right I noticed that we had an audience. Six girls had gathered to watch and they stood transfixed by what they were seeing.

"Hey ladies, don't be shy come over closer and get a real good look at your friend Pat get fucked by the biggest cock you will ever see!!" I suggested to them.

They tentatively moved in closer now visibly shocked at what they were seeing.

"Look at the size of that cock will you" yelled a pretty little blonde.

"Yeah it must be 10 inches long and look at what he is doing to Pat with it!" yelled a stacked brunette.

"No way, no cock is that big, it is rather large but I reckon its no bigger than 8 inches" said a stuck up red head.

"8 fucking inches, are you blind girl. This thing is 14 fucking of pussy tearing ass fucking cum blowing cock," you scream.

With that Pat slowly raised herself from my shaft. First 8 then 10, 12 and finally all 14 inches of my cock was exposed. There was a gasp among the girls shocked by that they were seeing.

"And you let that thing fuck you in the ass!! That's fucking crazy," yelled one of them.

You just kept of wanking my massive shaft, your small hands stroking my baseball bat like cock.

"Yes I do and now this big stud is going to finish me off and blow his huge load up my ass," you tell the girls.

With that you sit back down on my cock once again slamming your weight down until my shaft is totally inside of you. With me taking your weight and raising you up and down it is not long before you are once again delirious with pleasure screaming that you are climaxing.

"Oh fuck Brad I can't take it any more pleeeease cum, fill me with your massive load!"

"Get ready Pat this is going to be massive."

I hadn't noticed but Cathy and the stacked brunette and each grabbed one of my balls and were massaging them helping to pump the huge load up my shaft in readiness to explode in Pat.

"Oh fuck Pat I'm cumming babe, I'm fucking cumming!!" I screamed.

As shot after shot pumped into there was screaming all-round. Finally you could take no more and cum was leaking from you and pooling on my abs.

"Oh fuck we have to see this, do you think he has anything left for us?" asked the pretty blonde.

"NO way, Pat has drained that big stud and he's finished," said the red head.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing so I extracted my still convulsing cock, gripped it tight to prevent any more cum spewing from my cock, took aim at the red head standing 7 feet away and when I had her in cum-cannon's sight let go and blew a massive stream of cock which smashed into the red head's face.

"Oh my god did you see that" yelled the blonde as the red head wiped the cum from her face.

"Is there anyone else who wants some," I said liberally spraying cum in the general direction of the girls.

Hands went up everywhere so I moved closer and sprayed cum at all the pretty faces I could see. What a fuck fest cum soaking orgy it was. Pat was slowly recovering from her massive ass fucking Cathy was walking around with her massive tits exposed and the other girls were wiping their cum soaked faces.

Well after all that I was finally done, well at least for a while until I could get my cock hard for round two!!!

Pat

After this mind-blowing, cum-soaking orgasm, I thought your cock would surely deflate. Boy was I wrong. Still rockhard, rampant and wanting more, your amazing 14-incher was ready for more fucking, despite having unloaded three giant loads of cum in the last hour. Cathy saw that you were eager for more pussy-stretching pleasure and nodded approvingly when you walked slowly to the uptight red-head.

"You thought I was only 8 inches. Now, I'll show you what 14 inches of real manmeat feel like," you growled as you ripped apart her clothes, exposing her bare 38DD breasts and shaven pussy.
"No, please! I want to be faithful to my boyfriend," she pleaded. But her eyes, transfixed on your mighty pillar of flesh were telling another story.

By now, all six hussies had shed their clothes and the room was filled with moans of womanly lust. Both Cathy and I had started licked the pussies of some voluptuous vixens. I was too exhausted to take any more of your pounding and preferred to watch you display your supernatural manliness on the six new buxom girls that had watched you ass fuck me to oblivion.

The redhead prepared herself for the ultimate impaling, helped by a couple of her friends who were encouraging her to take you as deep as she could. I could see her pussy dripping in anticipation and soon enough, you filled her with your pussy-stretching rod of pleasure. She was delirious with lust after less than twenty seconds and you pounded her for ages while the rest of us were a mangled mess of lesbian cunt-licking, ass-fingering nymphomaniacs.

When you came, I swear I saw your enormous cock distending even further, stretching the poor girls pussies to the max as you unloaded another massive load of your unending cream in her. Amazingly, your humongous cock was still rockhard when you pulled out and you had no trouble sinking it into the pretty blonde who had been in awe of your enormous weapon since she had first seen it.

"Now, its your turn slut! Im gonna turn all of you into my little cock-sluts," you growled as ten inches of your stone-like cock pounded the blonde girls overstretched pussy.

"YES! Fill me with that horsecock," she was begging And that you did.

Up and down, your glistening shaft disappeared down her tunnel, her cuntlips sucked up on every upstroke from the shear power of your forearm-thick manmeat. The other girls were still engaged in a torrid cunt-licking competition but a couple of them were too mesmerised by the sight of your humongous shaft to be able to resist jacking off the few inches remaining outside the delirious blondes pussy. Another brunette girl was gently massaging your bullballs, coaxing the massive loads of cum to come out so she could have a ride on your huge cock before the end of the evening.

Well, suffice to say, you did not disappoint any of the ladies present that night. After unloading another giant load (I counted at least a dozen massive streamers of cum) on the blonde's giant tits), you proceeded to fuck the other four girls to almost death. Cathy was lucky enough to have you last, since you lasted at least an hour, pounding her mouth, pussy and ass for ages before cumming all over her face.

Eventually, even a superstud like you finds his limits and we all fell asleep, knowing we had participated in the hottest orgy on the face of the earth.

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The air in the club was hot and humid, bitter with cigarettes and sweet with the sticky tang of the alcohol evaporating off the polished floor, the gaudy tables and the bare flesh everywhere.

Mark stood watching the dance floor, a drink, largely untouched, in his hand. He was a little above average height, slim and smoothly muscled from all the swimming he did. Dark hair and light eyes against flawless, tan skin, long legs and broad shoulders, he was handsome and he knew it. Other nights he would have been out on the floor, running his confident hands over some pretty girl's body, occasionally flicking them, pretending it was an accident, over whatever slim fabric was covering the pussy he was trying to get into, maybe cupping a breast as they mimed the art of love, thrusting their hips against each other under the lights. Not tonight though, no not tonight. He had come tonight to find some girl to bury himself and his guilt in, and so stood paralysed, watching as boys paired off with gaudy girls, kissing and cupping each other before slinking off to the bathrooms or the exit.

Lost in his reverie, he was startled when he felt a hand rub his shoulder sending a sallow breath of revulsion along his spine. He spun quickly and was met with the slightly stupid face of one of the girls in his class at the college. He thought her name was Claire. She had short blonde hair, hanging just above her shoulders. Her face was very round- not fat, but there was not one straight line on her face: her brow curved into her cheeks, flushed with alcohol at the moment, which then flowed into her chin, sloping into her narrow neck. She had a sort of imbecilic prettiness: glazed blue eyes, fat red lips always open making her look constantly surprised (or on the brink of a mild orgasm). Her breasts were extremely large and firm, spreading out from her chest like unbalanced hills - they swayed not at all when she walked, taking her little steps with a stilt-like movement and swaying her wide hips. In these days of androgens, those breasts and her very feminine "child-bearing" hips made her stand out in the throng of ciphers in tight shirts and tighter jeans, cupping small, perfectly round asses and barely dimpling against small, high breasts with tiny nipples.

"Hey Claire." She didn't walk off, so he must have got it right. He bought her and himself another drink and they talked, Mark dividing his attention between her, the crowd in the club and the dance floor. She asked him where his friend David was, and he startled again, before muttering "We aren't that close, he's probably with his girlfriend." She complimented him on some asinine remark he had made in one of their law classes and he realised she was chatting him up. Occasionally, she would rub against him, making it look like she was letting someone pass, but always giving the person passing far too much room. Her hand would brush his arm, lingering and appreciating the firm muscle there. Maybe she would give him what he needed. He imagined lying on top of this girl, her large breasts thrusting against his chest as his cock thrust into her cunt. He imagined those plump lips on his shaft, running over it and leaving a smear of red lipstick amongst the pubic hair against the base of his penis.

He started paying her more attention, occasionally staring at her breasts or her groin when he was sure she was looking, matching the strokes she gave his arm with ones of his own, touching her shoulder, tickling her side.

Things escalated until finally the two were outside the club, Claire leaning against the wall, one leg wrapped around Mark, pulling him to her, her hands encircling his neck. Mark was kissing her, his tongue in her mouth, her tongue meeting it - he could taste alcohol and mint. One of his hands cupped one breast through her top, the other fled under her skirt and rubbed hard against her panties. He was relieved to notice that his cock was swelling, not hard yet but getting there. There was a pleasing weight in his groin, not the heaviness he felt when aroused, when every nerve in his body felt focussed on the soft flesh of his cock and the pebbly skin of his balls, but he could feel the anticipation boiling in his testicles.

The girl moaned and reached for Mark's cock. Her hand ran over the front of his trousers, getting him harder still, and she told him she lived about five minutes walk away. They headed for her place.

*** Last Week

When he thought about it at all, Mark realised it had all been because of the cold. His friend David had a girlfriend, Christine. Christine was a short, dark girl, beautiful and sensuous, great in bed (and plenty of other places), according to David. The two were in a serious Relationship, capital R. And with the arrogance of those in love, who find truth in Burt Bacharach songs and believe only they are truly happy, Christine and David set Mark up with Christine's roommate, Jenny.

Mark and Jenny went out a few times, really had nothing in common, but liked each other and found each other attractive. They went to bed a few times, pleasing David and Christine who read too much into it - Mark and Jenny were no couple, just an available pair of compatible genitalia. The four arranged to go camping, two days up in the hills, fishing, hiking, relaxing and taking a break from college.

It was all planned when Christine came down with a cold and infected Jenny. But everything was arranged, so David and Mark went anyway.

They drove up into the hills in David's car, a battered Volkswagen golf whose initial colour was impossible to determine. They had only taken one tent, which was sitting in the boot along with a map, their clothes and walking boots, enough water to last two weeks (despite the fact they were only going to be there for two days, and fresh water would be plentiful) and food. Out of the golf's powerful stereo system (it had cost David more than the car), blasted the White Stripes Elephant album.

They stopped beside a lake, the water crystalline, reflecting the pale blue of the sky and the pristine white of the few clouds with perfect clarity. They set up the tent, neither sure how to do it, David a little glad that Christine wasn't there to observe his deficiency. Finally, entirely by luck, coincidence, and Mark finding a pole that he had dropped and thought lost in a bush, they got the tent up. They were dripping sweat in the humid afternoon, the air beneath the trees too still to clear the moisture from the lake. David's light blonde hair was plastered to his beet-red face. His T-shirt clung to his chest.

"I'm going for a swim," he said. "Are you coming?"

Mark said he would and they walked to the water's edge. They took off their clothes, a little self-conscious and went into the water naked. They swam out to the middle of the lake, the cool water lapping against their hot muscles and soothing them. David dived under the surface and swam around, springing up behind Mark and ducking him under the water. As Mark shot down he felt David's flaccid penis brush against his back. They played around in the water, splashing and ducking each other before swimming back to shore.

They waded out of the lake, the water dripping off them as they headed back to the tent. As they walked, Mark got an accidental look at David's cock. It was small and soft, a little acorn dangling from a nest of blond pubic hair. Mark's was longer, smooth and cylindrical and his greater endowment pleased him, though that pride made him feel slightly ashamed.

At the tent they dried off and got dressed, finally sitting down to a dinner of beans heated over a small spirit stove.

They talked until late, then went to bed. Mark lay awake, listening as David's breathing evened out. A city boy, the sounds of the country kept Mark from sleep. David stirred, and Mark closed his eyes. David clambered out of his sleeping bag quietly and went to his pack. Mark opened his eyes again and watched. David was wearing boxer shorts and nothing else. His muscled torso slid into them, and as he bent over his pack, his finely toned buttocks were outlined against the fabric. He turned slightly and Mark saw a large bulge in the front of the boxers. David got a piece of card from the pack and turned back, Mark slamming his eyes shut just in time to avoid notice. David lay down on top of his sleeping bag and drew the boxing shorts off. The small cock Mark had seen earlier had grown. It was still perfectly flaccid, but was now much longer, longer than Mark's. David took it in his hand and began to stroke, running his hands along the underside of his soft dick from the balls to the head, then starting again. He held the piece of card up and Mark saw it was a photo of Christine wearing nothing but an embarrassed smile. Mark saw she shaved her cunt, the slender lips of her pussy, completely bare, and that her small breasts were capped with large, extremely dark nipples. She had one finger in her mouth, sucking it, the other hand curled out to the photographer, eternally beckoning him to her. He watched David's cock as it kept swelling. Finally it stopped, rock hard, immense, thrusting out from his body. Mark estimated it was about nine inches long and really thick, far bigger than his own which he had felt so superior about earlier. As David continued to masturbate, Mark realised his own cock was erect and throbbing. It was only six inches long, and thinner than David's was, though he had had no complaints from any girl.

Trying to be silent, Mark reached into his sleeping bag and circling his fingers around the base of his dick. He took one stroke and gave a low moan; instantly David froze, his spine stiffening. Slowly David looked over at Mark, who closed his eyes, again shamming sleep. Didn't work this time though: "I know you're awake," said David.

***

The walk had taken longer than five minutes, petting each other all the way. Claire led him, walking in front holding his hand, dragging him along. Sometimes Mark would stop her, pulling her towards him and kissing her, rough and brutal. She responded with equal force, thrusting back at him, her hands on his supple ass, pulling him towards her. At one time he nearly lost it as they kissed in a shop doorway, his hands clawing at her large breasts through her thin top. He had reached out to rip down her skirt, his other hand going to his fly, ready to thrust into her on the street for the few hard strokes it would take to set him coming, getting it over with as soon as possible. She had stopped the hand at his fly and said strictly, sounding almost like a schoolmistress, "not here." He waited, his cock throbbing in his jeans, eager now, and even the abrasion of it against his trousers was almost enough to send him over. Somehow, he made it to her place.

They paused at the entrance to her block of flats as she searched for her keys, then finding them she led him up to the third floor and opened that door too. She led him into the flat, which was too dark for him to see anything beyond an uncluttered hallway in some pale colour. She guided him through to her bedroom and sat him on the bed. It was the kind of bed he hated, the mattress near death and so soft it would sink all the way to the base board when he lay on top of her, the headboard loose so it would slam against the wall adding an unwanted percussion to their fucking.

"I've wanted this for so long," said Claire. She came towards Mark and he pulled her onto him. She sat side-saddle on his lap as they kissed, Mark relieved to find himself enjoying the sensation of her pillow-like lips against his. Against her big bottom she could feel the slim, hard evidence of his arousal, which echoed in flowing moisture in her pussy. Mark stopped kissing her for a moment to yank off her top, revealing a dull, off-white bra - big tits were fun, but when it came to lingerie, choice was somewhat limited. As he worked the clasp at the back, he started kissing her again, this time encouraging her tongue into his mouth. Claire played roughly in his mouth, her tongue thrusting far to the back of his throat and Mark nearly gagged. He took control, and started palpating her tongue with his. The clasp sprang free and Mark slipped it down, deliberately grazing the fabric over Claire's nipples, provoking a high moan from her. She started undoing the buttons on his shirt, reaching down as he bent his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth. For a brief instant she thought she felt his cock soften a little, but it quickly regained hardness as she took off his shirt and scraped her fingernails over his now naked back. Mark slipped his hand under Claire's skirt and discovered her sopping underwear. He withdrew his hand and, making sure she could see what he was doing, took the hand that was covered in the juice of her pussy and licked it clean, an old trick of his, now done out of habit, like a good magician expending unnecessary showmanship on an undeserving crowd. He picked her up and rolled her onto the bed. Helping, she raised her hips for him and he removed her skirt, revealing a pair of white panties. He was too desperate for foreplay now; but so was she. The panties were soaked through, rendering them clear and wrapped tightly against the lips of her pussy, showing in perfect detail each one of the hairs stuck to the moist fabric. Mark reached out and tugged them off too, looking over her body in purely aesthetic appreciation as she looked up at him, watching his face to gauge his opinion. He looked at her pale body, the large breasts completely white save for her large, extravagantly pink nipples; her belly, not toned but slim nonetheless; her pussy large, covered in a shaggy morass of dark blonde hair, darker now that it was wet, curving between her legs, untrimmed.

"Let me see it," she pleaded.

He obliged, slipping down first his trousers, revealing the bulge in his shorts, and then taking them down, showing his modest cock. As she watched, he stroked his moderately thick six inches slowly, running his hands over the veins bulging on his shaft, making it harder.

Claire gasped slightly in pleasure. She parted her legs and stretched both arms wide towards him, calling him and his cock to her. Now that it came time to perform this act, which before he had rushed towards whenever he could, he was reluctant, the memories of last weekend roiling through his mind, almost wilting his cock. With a montage of images alien to him he forced himself to stay hard. Slowly, hesitantly, he went.

***

Last Weekend

Mark opened his eyes and looked into David's face, seeing he was amused. Mark smiled back, and apologised.

"For what?" David's cock was as hard as ever, and he made no effort to conceal it. Mark's gaze was drawn to it and David laughed. He didn't put it away though. "You act like you've never seen another guy's." Mark said that he hadn't and David was surprised. Mark clarified, "Well, I've seen guys' in the showers, but they're never hard, and some pictures on the Internet, but that's hardly the real thing."

David laughed again, "What did you do growing up? When you were too young for the girls to even know what a cock was, let alone touch one?" Mark looked confused, and David explained.

"Me and my best friend would sometimes masturbate each other, when we spent the night at each other's house, or sometimes when we were off alone somewhere isolated. One day, we each masturbated the other five times, but that's youth for you." Mark's mouth was open, which set David laughing again.

"I'll tell you, my friend gave a better hand job than some of the girls I've been with. One day we got curious about oral sex, and we were up in my bedroom about to try it, when Mom burst in. She wanted to Hoover and us to leave. If she'd come in five minutes later she'd have seen her son with a sixteen year old cock in his mouth."

Mark laughed hollowly, too surprised by the revelation to find the image of Mrs. Jackson finding her son fellating his best friend funny.

"It wasn't that we were gay, but our girlfriends weren't ready - when you've got that little fleshy barrier to break, perhaps you think a little more carefully about who you break it with. So it was a little sexual pleasure without consequence - we didn't do it as much once Lora was happy to give me a hand job, and she gave me my first blow job, come to think of it."

Mark looked sceptical, and David said, "It's as simple as this: the feeling of your flesh against someone else's, the unexpected techniques they use, is always better than a quick wank with a picture of Pamela Anderson."

And so saying he reached out and yanked down Mark's sleeping bag, taking Mark's cock, still fully erect, into his hand. He ran his hand down the shaft, then brought it back up and cupped it over the head of Mark's cock. Mark gasped with a mixture of pleasure and distaste. David kept working, putting more effort into it than if he had just been jerking himself off. Mark's disquiet faded with the waves of pleasure spreading up Mark's spine from the hard nexus between his legs. To Mark this felt right and true.

David listened as Mark's breaths deepened, and grew faster, slowing and lengthening his strokes in reply. Mark's cock wasn't large enough for David to use both hands on the shaft (a reflection on David's large hands: Mark's cock was no monster but more than large enough), so one hand worked the shaft smoothly and the other alternated between cupping and squeezing his balls and running over the sensitive head of Mark's uncircumcised cock. Mark's climax built. When David performed a similar function for Christine (either licking out her delicious pussy or fingering her to orgasm), his own desire grew, his hard cock would become almost unbearably aroused. Here, pleasuring Mark, his cock was as hard as at the beginning, but his arousal was mild, the controllable urge that signified a desire to feel orgasm rather than the burning need he felt with Christine to quench his fiery cock inside her.

Mark gave a choking gasp and a spray of thick white fluid shot from the tip of his cock and spattered lightly against the plastic fabric of the tent. He looked over and saw David's cock, standing up from his body like the question mark to an enquiry a now feral Mark would answer. He leaned over David and took his cock in both hands, the immense length available to him allowing this. He worked the shaft roughly, squeezing it too hard and rubbing too fast, not able to judge the effect of his motions when he couldn't feel them directly. He jerked David's tight foreskin too roughly over the large head of his penis and David grunted in pain and finally told him, "Not so rough."

Mark slowed down and began to stroke the cock more gently, his face level with it. He could almost feel it calling too him, and before he knew it, he had leaned over and taken the head in his mouth. David gave a shocked cry, Mark took it as a compliment, but really David was a little unnerved - there had been another reason he and his earlier friend hadn't given each other oral pleasure: it had seemed like they would be crossing a line. But he had started this and had no idea how he could stop it.

Mark took more and more of the cock into his mouth- he didn't manage much, had never done this before. Nevertheless, under the influence of his unskilled slurping and sucking, inside his hot, wet mouth, David began to respond. He tapped Mark on the shoulder and breathed out "Stop it! I'm going to come." Mark didn't stop. Even more urgently: "I'm going to come." Mark sucked harder on his cock, and unable to stop himself, David came, shooting semen into Mark's mouth.

Mark swallowed the salty, sweet most intimate fluid of his friend, licked his lips and lay back completely satisfied and not remotely unnerved by the act he had just performed. As he had sucked his best friend's gargantuan cock, his own had swelled again. But it had been a long day, and the weight at his groin was balanced by a proportional heaviness of his eyelids. "That was great," he told an ashen David, yawned and promptly drifted off into a shallow, relaxed sleep. David watched a smile appear on Mark's sleeping face, wondering if he had meant the orgasm Mark had had, or the pleasure of having, taboo to David, another man's cock in his mouth.
Mark rolled onto the bed and knelt above Claire. She reached out and caressed the head of his cock, and told him to wait. She leaned over and opened the drawer of her bed, getting a box of condoms that had been ribbed for her pleasure. She ripped the small package and took the slippery piece of rubber out, placing it on the head of his cock and rolling it down his shaft. She did it very well. "Now," she said. He took the base of his cock in his left hand and placed it against her hot pussy lips. His right hand grasped the headboard, which was as loose as he had anticipated. He lowered his body onto hers and his cock slid into her large, pulsing cunt. "Awooh," she said, a combination of moan and shriek. He lay against her for a minute, cushioning himself on her breasts. Then he began to pump his hips against hers, slowly at first then faster and faster, then he began to lengthen his stroke. The headboard, "Thud...thud...thud...thudthudthudthud", her cries: "Ohhh...Ohhhh...Ohhhh.... Ahhhhh."

He was silent, only his breathing growing more rapid with his exertions. As Claire approached her first orgasm she began to moan more and more, louder and louder, higher and higher. As the moment neared, she began to buck against him, ramming her hips up and down out of sequence with him as if desperate to have his cock as deep inside for as long as possible. As she came, she gasped and her motion ceased. But Mark was nowhere near and he desperately thrust in and out of her, technique lost as he jackhammered away. Her body began to respond to his frantic actions and her breathing became ragged as the pleasure in her centre grew again. Mark forced himself, conjuring every image that had ever aroused him. He pictured David's organ and imagined the way it had tasted in his mouth. By the grunting beneath him, Claire was near coming again, but this time Mark was near the edge himself. As she came, the muscles of her cunt clamped down on his cock, providing the last bit of stimulus he needed and he came with her. His orgasm was as silent as hers was cacophonous. She cried his name to the ceiling and her neighbours. "Good advertising," he thought but did not say.

He lay beside her empty and bored, slightly disgusted by the pale, desirous flesh that lay next to him. That night she took him in her mouth until he came, grudgingly, again, and then he took her from behind, her compromise when he had asked her for anal.

In the morning he got up before her and showered carefully, but fast, desperately cleaning the scent of Claire off himself. He dressed, and made to leave.

"Don't you want to stay?"

"I don't think it's a good idea. Best we just pretend this didn't happen."

Her hopeful smile faded from her face, slowly as if he had slapped her and she couldn't quite believe it. Which of course he had.

He ignored her in class from then on, and would walk out if they met in a club, which, after a while, was fine with her.

***

David woke up: Mark was sitting in front of him nude, watching him. David saw that Mark's dick was hard again, but pretended not to notice.

"Morning," he said, fake casual.

Mark reached for David's boxers, but David stopped him. "Look, Mark, I don't think it's a good idea. Best we just pretend this didn't happen."

Mark tried to say something but whatever device cued words from his brain to his mouth was malfunctioning, he formed soundless meaningless mixtures of vowels and consonants. He got up and ran out of the tent.

David lay back and sighed. "Fuck," he said quietly to himself. Later he talked to Mark with the stilted tones and phrases of embarrassment and said he had an essay due, they had better head back today, now.

The incident between David and Mark grew, a wedge in their friendship, which swiftly waned and ended.

***

Mark had never been so nervous. His palms were sweating and, had his shirt not been black, a casual observer would have noticed the dark pools spreading from his armpits like wounds. He dried his hands on the ass of his black jeans, breathed out, trying to expel the crazed butterflies in his stomach and stepped inside Club Personae. He walked to the bar, too jittery to notice the eyes that locked on him and traced the outline of his body. He sat on a barstool and waited as the barman moved over towards him. "What'll it be darling?"

"Whiskey. Large and neat."

The barman handed him a glass, looked him over and smiled. "You've just come out, haven't you?"

Mark paused, the glass halfway between the bar and his mouth. He was torn between annoyance at being so easily read and relief at anyone's support.

Later that night Mark met Jim. Jim was kind and understanding and gentle. He took Mark back to his flat.

It was incredible.

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