5 comments/ 22619 views/ 6 favorites From One Thing To The Next By: MrIllusion I think we were all getting tired. I mean really tired: getting up early to enjoy most of the perfect winter days on this mountain, skiing all day, partying just about every night and doing our best to sleep in a cabin full of people... Not easy. The first two or three days and nights were fine, but now, at the end of this wonderful spring break week, the signs of fatigue were more and more evident. And for my girlfriend Cassandra and me, signs of sexual needs were also quite obvious. The week had been nearly perfect all around, but living in close quarters with five other people for that long means that your "alone time" will be severely restricted. There were two rooms in the cabin, each with two double beds. Four of our friends were in the other room, two guys and two girls, but not couples. Everybody had thought that spontaneous couples would be forming during the week, but it didn't happen. So the girls shared a bed, and the guys were forced to do the same. In our room Cassandra and I slept together, and Peach had the other bed to herself. "Peach" wasn't her real name, obviously, but everybody called her by that nickname. I'm not sure where it came from, but from what I can gather it's a French play on words with the word "sin". For some obscure situation, to which I'm not privy to, Cassandra and her came up with the name a few years ago, and it stuck. In any case, Peach was the reason we were all here. We all enjoyed skiing, but, hadn't it been for Peach, there would have been other alternatives we could have considered for our spring break. She really was, still is, a ski buff. As soon as the first snowflakes appear until you can ski in your bikini, Peach is on the slopes. College barely put a dent in her ski time. She was well known in the dozen closest ski resorts around our college. She was also well liked, especially by men. Oh the women liked her too, because she was so charming, generous and always smiling. But she was also living up to many ski fantasies: she had the lean athletic body of someone who had both a narcissist streak and truly enjoyed sports. Long legs, firm thighs and ass; a flat, nearly chiseled abdomen, strong shoulders and a very nice pair of breasts to cap it all off. She also liked to flaunt her body. Well, maybe "flaunt" is too strong a word. She liked to show it, for sure. Her breasts were somewhat of a surprise for me. I'm a breast man, an unrepenting lover of large breasts. Hers were not small by any means, but nor could they be called big. They were 34Cs to be exact. I learned that three days ago, during a rare moment where I was nearly alone in the cabin. But before getting into that, I have to point out that Peach's body really is in top condition. She's about five foot nine, only a few inches shorter than me, and while she excels at all kinds of sport, she nobody would ever call her a tomboy now. Her adolescent growth spurt freed her from that permanently. She was lean and tight, and her breasts looked like they exploded from her chest by mistake. Not that I had ever checked per se, but compared to my hands, they were relatively small. As I said, I like large breasts. Like my girlfriends; 32EE. But in proportion to Peach's slim frame, they were very noticeable. Very. Now, how did I discover their exact size? While Julia was in the shower on our second day here, and everybody else was outside, I snuck-in to our own room and found a couple of Peach's very nice bras in her stuff. She wasn't a particularly private person, few narcissists are, nor someone you could called orderly: finding those two bras meant barely more than looking around to her part of the room. I did find a few sports bras, but two others that were definitely not designed for intense activity. One of them was a classic, deep green, lose-lace type. Little flowers of a deep red-wine color were stitched between the cups and on the straps. Closing my eyes, I imagined her wearing this, her long straight black hair flowing over and around. It would be quite a sight. I'd seen Peach in a bikini a few times already, including three late evenings in the cabin's jacuzzi, but this would be something quite different. Before Julia stopped the water, I also looked at the other bra. If you can call it a bra. It was a sex-toy half-cup thing, with the bottom part in a very transparent material. All black. Now, imagining Peach with this bra gave an entirely different image. Seeing that her nipples were pretty high and prominent, that flimsy bra wouldn't hide them at all. The metal underwire would serve to push her breasts even higher on her chest, transforming then from beautiful globes of flesh into raw sex objects. When I heard Julia walk out of the bathroom I got up quickly and busied myself in my bag. I waited for my erection to subside, found my parka then went outside to get ready to leave. Back to tonight, the last night here for all os us, Cassandra made me forget about all that. We were in one of the rented cars, with John driving, Peach sitting in front next to him, while Cassandra and I in the backseat. To be more precise, Cassandra had her hand on my thigh. My utmost upper thigh. Actually, she was touching the side of my cock through my pants. Most of us only wore "ski pants" under our suits, essentially thermal PJs. At the end of the day, we all throw our suits in the trunks and ride home wearing those pants. Those very stretchy pants. Cassandra and I hadn't had sex for a long while. Just about two weeks now. Her period had ended just before coming here, and at first we thought that it was great timing. Little details like this could ruin romantic week-ends. But when we saw that we wouldn't be alone in a room, our plans changed. Having sex on the other side of very thin walls is one thing, but having sex in the same room as your girlfriend's best friend is quite another. And while Cassandra and Peach were just as different "inside" as their bodies were different (Cassandra was an all-women woman: don't worry, you'll be meeting her body soon enough!), they hooked up during high-school and never let go. But back to the sexual need problem. I truly was in need: it was all I could do "not" to think about fucking Cassandra all day long. And now, the the darkness of this car, here she was teasing my cock through very thin pants. We looked at each other, smiled, and I decided to return the favor. When I spread the unused blanket over our bodies, Cassandra grinned, knowing what was about to come. Yet that grin disappeared in surprise when my hand moved from her thigh to her pelvis, then up to her belly to allow my fingers to slip under the thermal PJs. No panties were in the way. Her eyes grew wide open and she looked at John and Peach in front. I looked too, and they were still in conversation: maybe Peach had her eyes on him, one of her bras reserved for him later tonight? In any case, my hand was now sliding down through Cassandra's small bush and I found her pussy already hot and wet. She'd undoubtedly spent the day thinking about sex as well. I was not about to waste any time, since I knew we only had about ten minutes before arriving. I also knew exactly how Cassandra liked to be caressed. I pressed my entire hand on her mound and closed my four fingers on her labia. The tip of my middle finger was right above her whole, which would have been wet enough to let my cock all the way in without problem. But, like most women I'd known, Cassandra didn't enjoy having fingers inside her nearly as much as feeling them playing with her clit. First step: I started moving my hand sideways, back and forth, forcing her lips to roll over and against her clit. I saw her biting her lower lips. She also threw her head against he headrest, and arched her back. Even in the dark, even under dark blue PJs, even with a sports bra, I saw her great breasts rising in the moonlight. Trying the gage her state and the remaining time, I increased the pressure of my whole hand very slightly. Then Peach turned around and asked Cassandra a question. To which she had to choice to respond with: "What?" "Do you guys think you'd like to come back next year?" She had turned her head just for a few seconds, and was now back in her seat. I was forced to reply, while Cassandra was trying to remove my hand. "Sure! Why not? I think we enjoyed both the mountain, the jacuzzi and the people here. Haven't we, Honey?" If her intent was pretty clear: remove your hand and let me speak coherently, the lack of strength in her hands was telling me and different story: keep going, I'm enjoying this public thing. "Yep." was all Cassandra could actually say. "Nice! I'm starting to know the manager here and I'm sure we could have one of the bigger cabins for the same price next year. " The look John gave her when she mentioned the manager, who happened to be tall and hunky and the object of all the women's attention, told a lot. Maybe he was interested in Peach, not the other way around. But right now neither me nor Cassandra could have cared less about that. I had changed my movements: then sideways; now up and down. And from time to time I would plunge my middle finger inside her. "Hey Cassandra," asked Peach again, "would you mind sleeping with me tonight?" "Huh?" she asked, the question that was on everybody's minds. "Oh!" she laughed. "Not in that way. But like we used to do when we were younger!" "Er, why?" The normally voluble Cassandra was inexplicably using very short sentences tonight. "Well I spent the entire week warding off men, not finding a single one that I'd like to play with for a night..." The hidden message was perfectly clear: John was not going to see those bras. Tonight or ever. "Er, OK. If that's what you want" Cassandra answered. What *she* wanted was to scream out her approaching climax. "Hey! what about me?" I asked, genuinely concerned. "Oh my, is there a single guy in the world who does not want to sleep with me?" quipped Peach. Faking a huge sigh of capitulation. Everybody laughed, except, of course, John. "I'm sure he would, actually," said Cassandra, to my utter surprise. "But I think that I'm going to stay with him tonight." Peach turned around at the strange joke, and the two girls shared a laugh together. Cassandra's was just a bit too intense, as she was trying to hide her pleasure. "What the heck does that mean?" I asked the obvious question, but keeping my tone playful. John, accepting the situation as best he could, added: "Are you honestly saying that you wouldn't want to, given the chance?" Cassandra and I laughed again, but before I could try and formulate a reply, Peach said: "OK, that's enough now. Can we talk about something else than people wanting to sleep with me? Give me a break!" Everybody laughed again, and this time Cassandra abandoned herself to her climax. With the noise of the car, the laughter and the music, I'm pretty sure nobody else noticed. She was looking at me, silently mouthing: "You're crazy!" I laughed again, and slowly pulled my hand back. Luckily we arrived very soon after, both because of the tension and the odor of sex that was starting to be more obvious. The near perfect darkness also allowed me to cover my erection easily. When Peach's fingers brushed against mine while I was handing her her gear, I realized that my fingers were still slightly humid. I tried my best to dry them on the seat, but that particular smell is hard to get rid of. Did she notice, would she notice later tonight? I felt bad for a second or two, then let chance run its course. There was only the four of us in the cabin; the other three were still at the mountain, deciding to stay later for this lat night. We decided that an extended stay in the jacuzzi was a better idea. When Peach came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but her very small green bikini, and saw that John was still in his room, she came to us: "Let me stay alone with John for a few minutes. I don't think he took my refusal in the car. Maybe it would have went better if it hadn't turned into a joke about my sex life!" We laughed with her, then agreed. When John came out, Peach turned to him, took his hand and invited him to the Jacuzzi with her. Visibly surprised, he agreed. Left alone, I looked at Cassandra: "What was all that about me wanting to sleep with Peach?" I asked, smiling but very curious. "Oh come on Alex, don't tell me you never thought about it?" she said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "I'm glad you never showed it, or tried to do anything about it, but let's be honest: *everybody* wants to sleep with Peach." "Everybody?" I added stupidly. "Yep. Gods..." she added in a whisper, coming closer to me, "even I thought about it a few times in fantasies!" I was stunned! Not that she had thought about it: Cassandra had experimented with girls during adolescence. But that she would share something like that? Now? Reacting to the look of surprise she was seeing on my face, she added: "I don't mind that you think about her like that sometimes..." Interrupting her, I added: "Well, I never anything of the sort!" "Hehehe, I know love, and I thank you for it. But I must say I'm surprised that I never saw an erection appear while she prances around in that bikini of hers!" I didn't know what to say to that, so I kept silent. "But for now, I'm pretty curious to see how she'll handle John. Poor guy, he never had a chance..." Cassandra took my hand and pulled me to the bathroom, without turning the light on. Crowding in the window, we could see both of the in the jacuzzi, talking. John was calm, but it was clear that he had been said no a second time, on clearer terms. "Peach told me that she's a pro at this, that she knows how to handle men in these kinds of situations." "What can she say?" I asked, really curious. "I don't know." As it turned out, it was not something she said, but did. After the conversation was over, no more than two minutes later, she scooted over to him and squeezed his shoulder. He visibly brightened. Then, after Peach asked him a long question, John's eyes grew wide open in surprise. To everybody's surprise, even Cassandra's breath caught in her throat, Peach sat up straighter in the Jacuzzi, pulling her breasts above the waterline. Then, as if in a dream, she pulled the two small triangles of cloth that were covering them to the side. For a few seconds, her breasts were out in the cold air, gloriously enjoying John's devouring stare. It was dark, but the cabin's light was more than enough: Cassandra and I were just as riveted as John. Peach's breasts were incredible: round, high, firm, perky, more generous than her figure should have allowed. They were absolutely great. Then, after a nod from Peach, one of John's hand came up from underwater and started to caress them. No wonder guys didn't feel depressed after such a rejection! Cassandra and I were hypnotized by the scene, and stood silently until Peach plunged back down into the water, hiding her breasts again. "That's how she does it, the little devil!" Cassandra said, a laugh very near to the surface. Standing behind her, I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her wonderful breasts. "Haha, wouldn't you like to caress hers... pervert!" she was still laughing softly. "Now way... Why would I want lesser breasts than the ones I already love?" It was true, but it was also quite cheesy. "Haha, cut it out romeo. If you don't want them, I'd sure like to myself!" She laughed again when she heard the low grunting in my throat. "Let's go out Alex, or else you won't be able to for a while." She was right, of course. My erection was growing, both from the breasts I'd seen and from the ones I was still fondling. The rest of the evening, even when the three others finally came back from the mountain, was very fun. We stayed up very late, but eventually our accumulated fatigue forced us to the beds. Peach kissed John on the cheek before coming to our shared room, and he really did look like everything was perfect. He'd been rejected by a pro, in a grand and unique way. I think I fell asleep as soon as my head touched my pillow, only to be awakened by a very very full bladder. The cabin was still in utter darkness, but looking outside I saw that dawn was not so far off. As I got up to go to the bathroom, I realized that I had a raging erection. So with the sexual need, the nearly public masturbation session, Peach's impressive display, Cassandra's breasts in my hand during sleep, why was I surprised. Luckily the darkness allowed me safe passage to and from the bathroom, even though I was only wearing my boxers. After waiting in the cold bathroom for some blood to pull out of my cock, I took my leak and walked back to the bed. I knew my cock was still hard, and when I slipped under the blankets and spooned Cassandra, our backs to Peach, I felt it lodge itself between her asscheeks. She still didn't have any panties. "Why bother?" She had said when I asked earlier this week, but we both knew it had only been to tease me. So right now she didn't have any panties, and her pussy was still as burning hot as earlier. When I slid back down slightly, the head of my cock dove deeper between those cheeks, finding more heat. No response from Cassandra. More than a few times I'd found her this way, sleeping in the middle of the night with a pussy as wet as can be, fully ready for me. I grinned, both glad and scared: I really couldn't fuck her right now, but I knew that I would need her help to resist the temptation. She was asleep. No help there. Arching my lower back, I felt my cock sliding deeper between her cheeks until I felt definite wet heat. I took a slow, long breath. Those times when I had found her asleep and ready, I had always managed to slip the head of my cock inside her before actually waking her up. This had both surprised me and made me laugh: how hard can someone sleep? Tonight it was driving me insane. I was not going to stop myself alone, and she was probably sleeping very deeply after a long week. Moving even further down, always a risk of waking her, I felt my cock slip against her wetness until I knew her lips were parting around me. Saying a mental "Oh fuck it!", I pushed into her, feeling her pussy accepting me gratefully. I was in heaven after being deprived for two weeks. Cassandra moved and moaned, but didn't wake up immediately. I couldn't believe it! Putting my hand on her hip, I arched my lower back the other way and pushed in deeper. I was biting my pillow to stop any moans, but I kept pushing slowly. When I was about halfway in, I felt her waking up. "Alex," she whispered, "what are you doing?" Convinced that she wouldn't speak too loudly, she had whispered after all, I grabbed her hip and pushed all the way in. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God..." was all she whispered. "Fuck this is good, this is sooo good!" She added later, as I was pulling out, then back in. After placing her hand on her pussy, she asked me to roll over her. So we did. Still under the blankets, I found myself above her, from behind, fucking her six feet away from her best friend. We both turned our head to our left, to look at Peach. Thankfully, she was still sleeping on her back, her head turned towards the other wall. She was even snoring very faintly. Satisfied, I pushed deeper into Cassandra, feeling her fingers dancing against her clit. "What would you do," I whispered very softly in her ear, "if she woke up and looked at us?" She didn't reply at first, and I thought that I went too far. But less than a minute later I felt her entire body arch then relax in a silent orgasm. Wow! She was even in deeper need than I was! Perfectly silent, I didn't know how as Cassandra was usually a very noisy orgasmer, she thoroughly enjoyed and stretched her orgasm for all it was worth. My head was still against hers, and she whispered: "Don't stop, I want at least another one." As ordered I kept going at it. From One Thing To The Next Despite our urges, we were going very slowly, deep penetrations, taking our time and making sure to be as silent as possible. The bed was, for the moment, silent as well. She pushed her hand lower and started to caress the underside of my cock as it was going in and out of her, adding to my pleasure. Despite our resolve, the rhythm was ever accelerating. It was slow, but clearly noticeable. One thing also became clear: we were getting very hot. Two writhing bodies and an orgasm tended to do that. I pulled the blankets off my back, and felt Cassandra's legs pulling them completely off. Oh my; was she ever excited tonight! Opening my eyes I suddenly saw that, first, Peach was not snoring anymore. Second, while still on her back, her head was now turned in our direction. And third, that she had pushed her blankets down while moving, exposing the two breasts under her tank top. It was still quite dark, with dawn only starting to shine light into the room. On the other hand, there were no drapes on the windows, and the white snow outside made the day especially bright. I could see the shape of her braless breasts, and it did nothing to slow me down. "Hello Peach!" whispered Cassandra. "It's your turn to be crazy!" I whispered back into her ear. "Wanna see crazy?" she asked. Before I could properly react, Cassandra had pulled her arms form under her and was pushing herself up. Instinct took over and I followed her and Cassandra was suddenly on all four, with me on my knees over her. Seconds later, I had straightened up and was now fucking Cassandra in the classic doggy-style. A slow doggy style, and silent as well, but still a position that made us extremely conspicuous. If I could see the shape of Peach's breasts under her top, she would clearly see everything if she woke up. With both hands on my girlfriend's hips I was making the deepest and longest penetrations I could. Slow, strong, deep. From all fours, Cassandra lowered her face down on the bed and resumed caressing herself while I fucked her. It was insane. Completely insane. We hadn't drunk nearly enough to justify this! But we didn't care one tiny bit. When I looked at Peach, whose exposed upper body was becoming clearer by the minute, I also noticed that her eyes were moving. Under her closed eyelids. My heart skipped a beat when I realized that this meant one of two things: either she was dreaming and this was regular REM movement; or she was awake, and had her eyes opened just enough to allow her to see. It was still too dark to know. On the bed, Cassandra's eyes were opened, and she was also looking at Peach. "Fuck me Alex," she said louder than a whisper, "right now I don't care if she sees us." If she was, indeed, awake, she would have heard that. What the fuck should I do??? But my mind slapped me in the face and reminded me that my girlfriend had asked me to fuck her. So I did. Not fast enough to wake everybody in a two mile radius, but enough to push me over the edge I had been, until now, carefully walking. It felt like it started at my extremities, then ravaged everything on its way to my cock, and focused everything in the giant jets of cum I was blasting in Cassandra. When we fell back down to the bed I kept pushing and pumping because I knew her second climax was very very close. And it was. I felt her shudder in, once again, perfect silence, for what felt like a very long time. Peach was sure to hear the squishy sounds that a pussy makes when a cock still plows it when it's full of sperm. If, that is, she was awake. She was still in the same position, eyes seemingly closed, but I couldn't know. It was all I could do to pull the blankets, at least the thinner one, over us before falling back to sleep. A sound woke me up, and through barely opened eyes I saw that Peach was awake and had probably dropped something. And she was naked. Completely, fully naked, in the bright morning light. Incredible. I'd seen most of her body in the jacuzzi and through the years at bikini events, but seen her actually fully nude was still quite a delight. It was my turn to fake sleep, and for two minutes I drank in her slim beauty. I'm rather more a fan of well endowed women, but I was not going to turn my head away from of the most impressive specimens of tall and thin ones either! The wonderful breasts I had seen yesterday looked even better, in the bright light, than I had imagined them. Her pussy was just about nearly shaved, with only a thin line of black hair above her very generous lips. From the front or between her legs as she was bending down, her labia were very large and prominent. I would love to see more of it, but it was not going to happen. Her ass, her glorious ass was as magnificent as I knew it was, easy as it was to see in the nearly string bikini she had chosen to wear. Too quickly the show was over, and the green bra I had seen earlier, with the matching panties, were covering the good parts. Jeans and a bright white tank top covered the rest. Barefoot she walked to the door, and opened it. Just before going out, she looked at me, ignoring my spying supposed-to-look-like-they're-closed eyes, and winked at me. She whispered "Thank you for the show." with a large grin. She then pointed to Cassandra, who was really sleeping, and placed her finger against her lips. I got the message: "Don't tell your girlfriend about my little dress-up act." So she had know I was not sleeping anymore. Later I learned that she had known because, when I woke up, I had stopped snoring. So easy. Too easy. Ironic, too. In any case, everything that happened had happened, and we couldn't change it. I smiled at her as she closed the door. Through the walls, I heard that all of them were going to take a walk. Some time later Cassandra woke up with a face splitting grin. "That was wonderful!" she said, giving me a huge hug. Discovering my erection between us, she said "Again?" as a joke, but when I told her that we were all alone, she looked at me, paused for a second or two, then asked me to make sure. When I came back from a quick tour of the cabin, she was completely naked, on Peach's bed, and she had thrown the blankets on the floor again. Seconds later I was naked as well, then inside her, then we shared another climax wrapped in Peach's blankets, pillows and perfume. We didn't really take our time, and this morning it was intense: ass slapping and balls slapping intense. I came again deep inside her pussy as soon as I felt her own climax hitting her. She had always been a woman with an easy orgasm, but this was probably a new record! We cleaned up, showered, dressed and we were as good as new when our friends came back from their walk. The reality that our week-long break was over was hard to take, but then again most of us liked college, so it wasn't all that big of a deal. We hugged and kissed those that we wouldn't see again, for a whole two days, as if we were going to be separated for a year! The ride back home was uneventful, although it could have turned out very differently. When I learned that Peach was going to be riding home with Cassandra, Carrie and me(she did live across the street from us), I managed to secretly tell Cassandra that Peach had seen us. At first she was surprised and a bit ashamed, then the high spirits of last night came rushing back. "The little bitch didn't say a thing..." she said, smiling mischievously. "Well, we're going to have to get her back somehow! And no, that little show of hers doesn't count, Alex!" While Cassandra had never been a prude or excessively private person, she was now blazing new trails. Things remained very quiet on that front for nearly four weeks. I was starting to think that everything that had happened during spring break had been a dream, that never would Cassandra really talk this way. Then one ordinary night turned nearly preternatural. And I took a mental note, for future references, that Cassandra was only a few days after her period was over. Roughly a week, or week and a half, of abstinence. Interesting. In any case, one evening I was getting out of the shower and found Cassandra sitting on the couch, talking on the phone. She was wearing nothing but lingerie, a nice matching set of black lace, lovingly covering her breasts and pussy. It was not unusual, but normally she'd do that in the morning, before dressing up. Now it didn't quite fit, but it didn't prevent me from enjoying the wonderful pair of 32EEs that I knew so well. The lace was lose enough that her large aureolas were plainly visible. I felt my cock twitch slightly. While she was talking, she held her index finger up, telling me to wait for a second. She turned around on the couch and closed the drapes, sat back down, then motioned me to come to her. So I obediently did, naked, until I stood right in front of her. With her free hand she grabbed my cock and started playing with it. The combination of the strange situation, her ministrations on my cock and the dance it made her breast do, I became hard easily. Enjoying her lead but not wanting to simply followed, I bent over her and unhooked her bra. Hmmm, this was more like it. After a "humhum" on the phone, Cassandra leaned forward and took me in her mouth quickly, before pulling out for another "humhum". Her move hadn't exactly been a surprise, but since it was the very first time we tried something like this, I was getting more excited my the minute! I got numerous other quick dives between her sentences, and finally deduced that she was talking to Peach. I should have known! At one point Cassandra turned the phone upwards and took me really deep into her mouth, giving long seconds of delight before pulling out again. Once she even said her "humhum" with my cock inside her mouth. After that she spent a few minutes talking, and I was standing there with my cock glistening with her saliva, waiting. Taking the lead again I pushed her gently back against the sofa, and straddled her. Spreading my legs until my cock was against her chest, between her breasts, I gathered my two favorite mammaries and wrapped them around my shaft. And so, slowly, enjoying every inch of friction in that glorious prison, I started titfucking her. As Cassandra was still talking to Peach, I was holding those magnificent breasts in my hands, softly pushing them around my cock, massaging them all the while. Cassandra enjoyed being titfucked; not enough that it would provoke an orgasm, but she truly enjoyed it. It showed on her face, and it was starting to appear in her voice. At least I heard it, but maybe only because I'd heard that tone often. My titfucking was relatively silent, but once in a while it would make a slurping noise. A few minutes into it, I heard Cassandra say: "What noise? [...] I don't know Peach, maybe the washing machine? [...] I know it sounds weird but I think it's dying on us. [...] Haha, I know it sound dirty, as if someone was fucking just beside me." I tried my best not to laugh, but only fucked her harder. But by now the saliva that had made this fucking so wonderfully slippery had all but disappeared. Pulling back and standing up again, I grabbed Cassandra by her hair and pulled her towards my cock. This is something else I discovered about Cassandra: she liked to have her hair grabbed like this during sex, but just as long as I didn't really hurt her. She really liked it when I took control. And boy was I about to. When I pushed her mouth around my cock, as deep as it could go, I held her there, forcing her to "humhum" some more. I freed her, allowing her to talk, then pulled her back in again. I could feel my orgasm growing slowly, still far off but definitely present. It was not as much the sensations themselves, although that titfucking had been great, but rather the context, knowing that Peach was right there again. Pulling out of her mouth one last time, dripping again with her saliva, I thought about doing a second round of titfucking. Instead, I grabbed Cassandra's shoulder and turned her around. She ended up on all fours on the sofa. I knelt behind her, kissed her round ass a few times, then slowly peeled her lace panties down. As she was still talking to Peach, she turned her head around, looked at me while I was standing up, then winked. Looking back towards the drape, she opened then up slightly and looked in the direction of Peach's apartment. I couldn't see; I didn't care. Grabbing my cock with one hand, I guided it against her pussy. Her saliva and nearly dripping juices made that first penetration a wonderful seven inches slide until I hilted myself. We both moaned. Cassandra was on the damage control: "Oh, we just saw a lovely kitten on tv. [...] Ya, I know, we're cheesy. [...] No, no, no, it didn't get eaten by a big dog! You mean bitch! [...] Hahaha, I'm just kidding Peach, you know I love you." After all those sentences, I couldn't hold back anymore and I started to really fuck my girlfriend. I quickly found myself in the same situation as before, in the cabin with Peach next to us: I had to go slowly so as to not make too much noise. And I decided to... screw it. Grabbing Cassandra's ass with both hands I started to really fuck her. From one second to the next the sound of my thighs slapping against her ass were loud and clear, and no more than ten seconds later Cassandra couldn't contain her moans anymore. "What? What am I doing? What do you think? I'm getting fucked!" [I actually heard Peach's very loud "What?"] Oh yes baby, oh, oh, oooh... and you wouldn't believe how fucking good that feels. Oh Gods! [...] I know, aaah, ooooh, I'm crazy! But you're the one with a nickname that means Sin!" "What? You want to hear Alex?" I happily obliged, letting Cassandra and Peach hear my moans and grunts. "Hahaha" laughed Cassandra to a question from Peach, "now who's crazy?" But, still laughing, Cassandra pulled the drapes away from the window. We were on the second floor, and Peach's apartment was also on the second floor. And, surely enough, Cassandra and I both saw her standing in front of her window, looking at us fucking. I grabbed my girlfriend's breasts and pulled her up, showing off the most amazing breasts I'd every seen, felt, kissed, tongued, massaged, fucked, came on... "Ya, I think he's proud!" Cassandra said, laughing. "Damn right I'm proud!" We all laughed at that. Then I took a chance. Speaking loudly enough so that Peach should hear me through the phone, I said: "Why don't you take off your top, Peach?" "Oh yes!" Cassandra's answering moan was confirmation enough: we had crossed into some sort of sexual territory that didn't have any boundaries. "Take it off Peach!" And she did! Somehow our madness reached her, and after removing her lose top, she untied her bra and threw it on the floor. Even from afar her breasts were glorious as well. Peach said something on the phone I couldn't hear: "Of course they're great Peach. [...] Yes, but Alex has told me often enough that there are many ways for breasts to be perfect! [...] Haha, I know. But while you know Alex's preferences, are you sure you know mine? [...] Hmm, you're asking me to describe perfect breasts? Oooooh, gods, slow down a bit Alex... Let me -oh, damn, that's sooo good! Let me finish this!" So I slowed down, leaving her a chance to talk and giving me the opportunity to control my impending climax. "The perfect breasts, for me, would go something like this: around 34C, round and high, perky and arrogant, thrusting forward regardless of gravity, with very nice small nipples, all pink and soft, nipples that I'd love to wrap my tongue and lips around and suck until their owner would climax from it like I know she has in the past..." Despite the few new things I was learning, it was obvious that Cassandra was talking about Peach's breasts. There was a long pause, the silence only broken by the slow, repetitive slapping sound of my thighs on Cassandra's ass. Then, my girlfriend answers Peach's question: "You want to cum? Sure, why not? Are you game to remove your pants and masturbate in front of us? [...] Oh. You want to come. As in come over." A long pause as I also realize the different meaning. Cassandra turns around and looks at me. A shared look, a silence and then: "Sure baby, come." I slowly pull out, unable to fully understand what was happening. "Are you sure about this Cassandra?" "No. Actually I'm not. But look," she said, pulling me down to the sofa, "I know you're never going to fall in love with her, nor her with you." "Still..." "Shhh. Alex, we've been letting this fantasy grow in our heads for a while now... And I've been dying to be with a women for a long time now. Why not?" Flabbergasted. It made perfect sense, but at the same time it was the craziest thing I'd ever heard. Had we not been filled with lust already, both of us close to climax, we would never have agreed to do this. My mind was working in overdrive, but time was short. We could still stop, I could go to our room and dress up, put an end to this crazy series of events. Then the sound of a key in the door, followed by Peach walking in. The tank top she had put on to cross over was now on the floor, and by the time she got to the living room, Cassandra and I were standing. Peach never really stopped, and grabbed us both in her arms. Her smile transformed into a strange 3-way kiss as our hesitations disappeared. I could feel Cassandra's great breasts on my abs, and Peach's on my chest. We were all three covered with sweat already. The sensations bursting from that strange kiss were overwhelming: surprise, intensity, sheer lust, pent up tension... Somehow we were managing a kiss between six lips, three tongues and three friends. When my hand finally slid down to Peach's ass, her wonderful ass, I found a pair of skin tight pants, the kind that stretched and hugged the skin so much that it looked like body paint. I let my hand roam all over her cheeks for a time, then grabbed one with my large hands. Oh dear gods. It was remarkable. Never in my life had I felt such an ass. But things were just getting started. Slowly breaking the kiss, leaving the two old friends alone in it, I walked behind Peach and started peeling the pants off her. Kneeling down in the process, I ended up level with her ass and couldn't resist a bite, a lick and a shower of kisses. I heard her laugh up there, but I was not about to stop. Putting my hands inside her thighs, I pushed them opened slightly and she got the message loud and clear. Widening her stance, which in any case would bring her head closer to Cassandra's, Peach opened her legs for me. Her nearly shaven and very large lips, completely bald from this angle, were calling to me. Heedless of the fact that I was about to eat the pussy of another women for the first time since meeting Cassandra, I dove in mouth opened and tongue out... And I fell in a pool of hot flesh and juices. She even tasted good! I latched on to her pussy, flicking my tongue against her clit, up and down all her lips, deep in her pussy... I feasted on her with wild abandon. Daring to try something I'd shared with Cassandra only a few times, I let my tongue lick higher and higher until I grazed her asshole. No reaction. Hmm, the possibilities... Without my realizing it, Peach had pushed Cassandra down on the couch, had spread her legs and was eating her pussy with just as much passion as I was licking hers. Slowly she got on her knees, allowing me enough time to follow her, and I ended up nearly flat on the carpet. While I didn't really feel like letting go, the long pause my cock just had reminded me that I'd be ready for something much more fun. I gave a last kiss to her pussy and knelt behind her. Over Peach's head, Cassandra had her eyes nearly closed in pleasure, massaging her breasts and enjoying her friend's mouth. She looked at me when I straightened, knowing that I was about to fuck Peach's pussy. With both my hands on that wonderful ass of hers, I looked at Cassandra. She nodded, with a large grin. From One Thing To The Next After taking a deep breath, I let a glob of spit fall right on Peach's asshole. As soon as I did this, she reached under her, grabbed my cock and guided it up and down from her clit to her asshole. Staying on the little hole for a few seconds, she took a small pause, turned and said: "Not tonight Alex..." before releasing me and turning once again to my girlfriend's pussy. Barely phased by that rejection/invitation for later combination, I grabbed my cock and aimed it at her pussy. I went in slowly. She moaned and cried out with every inch I pushed in. I went in for an inch, then pulled out. Then in for 2 or 3, then nearly completely out... I kept teasing her like this even when she moved back in an attempt to get me deeper. When I hilted her pussy after more teasing, pulling her hips hard against me, she really cried out, nearly shouted, and looked at me. "That feels really good. Fuck me!" As I did she looked at Cassandra, and trailed a long line of kisses from her pussy to her breasts, pausing for each nipples, then up her neck. When Peach reached my girlfriend's ears, with me following right behind, she said: "Damn you're lucky Cassandra... You never told me he had a cock like that!" "Oh I know, trust me... Now kiss me again, like you mean it this time." And kiss they did. Their breasts entwined, tongues and mouths joined for all the time it took me to cum, the girls were obviously letting go of some long-held passion. I just couldn't believe what I was seeing: Peach's gorgeous back and ass, my cock slipping right in between those cheeks, my girlfriend's arms wrapped around that back and the girls kissing as if their lives depended on it. When I felt my climax hitting me, I pulled out in reflex, and Peach's head turned around to understand why I had stopped... "Oh!" she said breathlessly. "You didn't have to pull out." As soon as she started to say "You didn't have", I aimed right back at her pussy and shot a few more spurts of cum deep inside her. The sensations were too much and my climax became painful for a fraction of a second until it passed. Breathless myself, I leaned forward and said: "I want some of those lips...", looking at Cassandra. With a soft smile she lifted her head and kissed me across Peach's shoulder. I was still pushing my cock in and out of her while kissing my girlfriend. It was crazy and mad, it was pure lust set free, and it was wonderful. The rest of the night held some more surprises for the three of us, a few revelations making us laugh, bringing us all even closer together. Where would this lead us? Nobody knew.