0 comments/ 72075 views/ 2 favorites Sure By: Amber Jen burst into Christina's room without a least bit of forewarning or hesitation. The ice princess was lying on her stomach on her overly stuffed frilly bed staring at an art history textbook with a blue highlighter between her French manicured fingers. Yanked from her cozy sanctuary, Christina's look of surprise quickly melted into a seething glare of contempt. No mortal man has ever survived this mixture of annoyance and irritation. "Who the fuck do you think you are," she said icily, sitting up and putting her delicate manicured hands on her hips. "Did your white-trash parents tell you it was alright to just waltz into another person's room like you're the fucking queen of Sheba?" The white hot venom pouring out of her face, coupled with her beautiful features screwed up into a glare that would put Medusa to shame nearly stopped Jen in her tracts. She took a deep breath and steadied herself, and then smiled her best kindergarten-you've-not-been-playing-well-with-the-others smile. Christina didn't know that her housemates were skilled in the black arts of witchcraft, nor did she know about the spell they had just place on her. "Now Christina," Jen said, trying to hid the fear in her voice, "I just wanted to see if you wanted to join me and the girls in the living room for a drink?" "How about this, Jen." Christina seethed. "How about you tell your fucking airhead friends to leave me the fuck alone and get the hell out of my room before I call the land lord?" Christina was standing now and easily stood a good 4 inches taller than her retreating roommate. As she towered over her and waved her highlighter like a switch-blade, she brushed aside her long straight blond mane and looked every bit as menacing as the best of the Disney super villainess. To make matters worse, Christina had the body that all these over-privileged daddy s débutantes seem to have; long, well muscled legs, washboard abs (thanks mostly to genetics and at least two hours in the gym a day), and perky chest that seemed to defy gravity. "Look, Chris," Jen said, her voice beginning to waver a bit as she backed up a couple of steps. "I just wanted to know if you wanted to come out and see what the rest of the house looked like. You board yourself up in here all day long and you never even look at the rest of us anymore. The only time I've even talked to you in the last week was when your Porsche was blocking the driveway and I was late for class." "Look, sweetie," Christina fumed, her annoyance growing by the second. "I don't care if you are bleeding to death and you need a ride to the hospital, the next time you come in here without knocking, I'll call my father and have you evicted." Jen took another deep breath. The only way to tell if the spell had any effect on her was too start giving suggestions. It s now or never, so she might as well start off small. "Why don't you stand up on one leg, Christina?" "What?" Christina was monetarily caught off guard by the randomness of Jen's question, but quickly regained her balance. " What the hell are you talking about? Why the hell would I do that?" Jen's heart sunk into her stomach at the realization that her spell didn't seem to work at all. She was about to give up on the whole endeavor and run for safety and pray that she still had a roof over her head in the morning. Then she remembered the trigger word. She looked down at the floor and fumbled with her hands. "Christina, are you sure you don't want to?" "Yes, I'm sure, you stupid bitch," Christina said the blood raising in her face. "Look, I don't have time for any more of your stupid shit." Even as she began her rant, Christina's right foot slowly started to rise off the floor until her knee bent at a 90-degree angle. Looking like a pink lawn flamingo, she continued to lay into Jen, telling her to leave her alone and lock the door as she left. Jen couldn't believe it, as Christina continued her little lecture; she stood there with one of her cheerleader's Keds raised off the floor. She doesn't even realize that she s doing it. "And another thing, you tell your stupid boyfriend." "Excuse me, your highness," Jen said, her confidence growing at the absurd sight of the prom queen yelling at her and looking like an unbalanced stork. "Why are you standing like that if you don't want to?" Christina's eyes shot down her body in utter bewilderment. She was indeed standing on one foot. Angry and confused, she looked back at Jen like a cranky baby awakened from a dream. Dazed, she attempted to push her leg back down to the floor but her muscles were tight as steel cable and her stance did not change a bit. "What-what the hell is going on?" Christina mumbled, now pushing her thigh with both hands, trying to get her leg down to its normal position. "You get the hell out of her now Jen." "I don't understand, Chris," Jen said, as smug as ever. "You said you don't want to stand on one foot, but there you are standing like a god damn jack knife. Why don't you put your foot down?" "Fuck, you, you little bitch. " Christina shot back, angry to the point of blowing a gasket. "I can put my leg down-if I want to." Christina's leg began to tremble as she again tried to push it down to the floor. She lost her balance and pitched over, falling to the carpet at an odd angle. Her short skirt rode up her hips, giving Jen a clear view of her white lacy panties. She squirmed around on the floor, her knee still bent at the same bizarre angle, trying, without success, to push her skirt back down over her hips. Jen watched with amusement as the girl with the six figure expense account who ordered coffee directly from Sweden every morning squirmed around on the floor at her feet, cursing and trying to hide her modesty. "Alright Chris, I'm sure you want to put your foot back down." Instantaneously, Christina's foot shot back down next to her other. She sat straight up with wide eyes and smoothed her skirt down over her thighs. "What the hell is going on, what are you doing to me?" Christina whimpered, half shamed. She was now as angry as a pit bull on a short leash. "Why don't you come into the living room and I'll explain it all." "Why don't you go blow the rest of the rugby team?" Jen laughed at her housemate s guile despite her position. The next few hours are going to be a ton of fun, she thought. Christina stood up and was staring to turn around before Jen's words made her quickly spin around. "Are you sure you don't want to come out to the living room?" "Yes, I'm fucking sure, Christina said, her legs already heading toward her bedroom door. "I think its time for you to get the hell out of my room." Christina said this as she briskly walked past Jen and out of her room. Her voice trailed off as she realized that her legs had a mind of their own and that even the force of her stubborn will was not going to stop her from heading toward the living room. Her hands clawed at the doorframe, trying to stop her progress, but couldn't find a finger. Jen raised her fists quickly in triumph and scurried off behind her, closing the door carefully behind her and nodding at the "stay the hell out!" message on her dry erase board. In the living room, Christina was met by her other two roommates, Andrea and Michelle, both of whom Christina also thought of as white trash morons. The two girls were seated on the white sofa in front of a wooden kitchen chair. Both Andrea and Michelle had full glasses of red Merlot and both were dressed for bed, wearing sleepwear reserved for slumber parties. The drapes were drawn and several candles were lit, giving the room a warm semi-dark glow. Michelle's face lit up as Christina strode into the room. In school on an academic scholarship she had always been intimidated by her beautiful housemate, especially when Christina made her conscious of both her own wealth and Michelle's lack of spending money. She wasn't sure what to expect when Christina came striding into the room in an utter rage, her cheeks rosy and her fist clenched. "I take it its working," asked Michelle, dressed in silky cream pajamas with coral buttons and wispy elastic sleeper pants. "What are you talking about, you stupid idiot?" Christina screamed and her two roommates, recoiled in horror. "If the two of you are both in on this, too&I swear to god you will both be out on your asses when my father finds out." Michelle gulped and began to start picturing moving day, as Christina's father would no doubt evict them and watch with a huge grin on his smug face when they were delivered to student\low income housing. She was relieved when Jen came into the room with a huge Cheshire Cat grin on her face. "Yeah, it s working, all right," Jen said with a giggle. "Go ahead and give it a try. The spell is working perfectly. I don't even think she is conscious of her actions." Andrea and Michelle looked at each other quickly and then back expectantly at Christina, who looked like an angry cartoon character whose feet were glued to the floor. She kept trying to move away from her stance in the center of the room, but her feet were frozen in place. It was Andrea who first tested the waters as Jen joined them on the couch. She looked right at Christina, who looked even madder than she had when she first strode in. "All right, Christina, why don't you have a seat in that chair in front of us?" Andrea said, motioning to the bar stool. "Why don't you all go fuck yourselves," Christina said in a low tone, dripping with acid. "I've got studying to do and not any more time for this shit." "Are you sure you don't want to have a seat," said Andrea, who was dressed in an oversized nightshirt and white socks. "Yes, I'm sure..." Christina trailed off as she sat down on the chair and crossed her legs, always ladylike. "I would rather spit in your stupid ass face than sit&shit." She realized that she was, indeed sitting in the chair as Andrea suggested. Again, her body felt like it was attached to marionette strings and some unseen hand was controlling her actions. "Very good, Chris," Jen said, using the name she knew really pissed off her bitchy friend. "Doesn't it feel good to play nice?" "Screw you Jen." The three girls giggled at Christina's obvious anger and uncomfortable position. They had all been waiting for this moment since they first moved into the ice queen house earlier that semester. While Christina was beautiful, popular and always seemed to have whichever guy she wanted at her beck and call, she took a perverse pleasure in making her roommates lives miserable. "Christina," Michelle said after the giggling died down. "Why don't you tell us about what happened in your bedroom with Greg last night. I heard you guys through the wall and it sounded pretty hot." "That is none of your god damn business," Christina said, pressing her palms to her chest in painfully dramatic disdain. "What goes on between me and Greg is my concern, and besides, a lady never kisses and tells. Maybe if you ever had a boy in your room, you wouldn't be so interested in my affairs." Michelle winced at the verbal jab. It had been awhile since she had a male caller. For Christina to call herself a lady was actually pretty funny, considering the sheer number of handsome guys who had passed through her door this year. It was well known that Christina's house almost seemed a high-price whore-house for rich boys looking for a good time. "Come on Christina, we re all friends here. I'm pretty sure you should tell us about it. Don't spare the details." "Well, Greg and I were both pretty drunk last night," Christina said, her cheeks coloring and her hand shooting up to her mouth. The look of confusion and anger as she described her private moment was priceless. "Oh, god why am I telling you this? I just wanted to pass out after the Delta Gamma formal, but he was kind of revved up. We made out a little in the living room before he led me to the bedroom. He pushed me down against the bedspread and pulled my dress up around my waist and sort of just pushed my underwear aside & I still don't think this is any of your business." Christina was staring down at the carpet, trying desperately to avoid eye-contact. She had her hand up to her brow as if she were confessing the deepest sin imaginable. "You're right, Chris, this isn't any of our business," Jen said, sitting up straight with an excited gleam in her eyes. "But you're sure going to tell us all about it. Now tell me, were you turned on, you know, when he was being rough?" "Fuck you Je- & yes, I was totally turned on; I like it when guys treat me like a whore." Christina's tone had changed a bit, from total embarrassment to a strange sense of pride. "When he had my face against the bed, he pushed his hard cock into me and I was so wet that I could hear a juicy swishing sound when he fucked me. Then he started pulling my hair from behind and I started cumming right there. It was so dirty, but so hot just the same. When he had his fun, he pulled out and left me there with my butt in the air and all my clothes on. When he was gone, the only evidence that he had even been there was his warm stuff running down my legs. I can t believe I just told you morons that. God, I'm so embarrassed." Andrea and Michelle exchanged looks and giggled. While the wine was having its effect, but the blush on both girls faces was mainly caused by their prissy roommate s little tale. Jen strode over to the couch, and sat down between the other girls. Christina had never been so humiliated in her entire little life. Not only had she divulged such an intimate secret to girls she hardly knew; she was taken aback by her sudden candor and willingness to relate all the gory details. She never ever kissed and told, even to her closest friends in the sorority house and she definitely did not use words like cock, fuck and cumming. Despite her anger, she found herself suddenly aroused by the watchful gaze of her roommates, sitting with wide eyes not four feet in front of her chair. "And how did that make you feel, being treated like the slut that you are, Christina?" Andrea, the redhead, said with a grin. She had been waiting what seemed like her whole life to get this bitch between her sights. "Did you feel used?" "Like I'm going to tell you that," Christina said with a flip of her hair and a pained sigh. "I shouldn t have said what I did, and I'm not going any further." "Are you sure?" Michelle said, sitting forward with an expectant look on her face. "Why do you all keep saying that-&it made me so hot and horny being used like that." Again, Christina died a little bit as the words came tumbling out of her mouth uncontrollably. "I wanted him to come back and fuck me hard all night long. It was like I had an itch so deep inside my pussy that I couldn't scratch." Andrea stood up and walked behind their unwilling conversationalist. She put her hands on her shoulders and Christina involuntarily winced as if she had been stabbed. She tried to stand up momentarily, realized that her legs would not obey and slouched back into her chair. Andrea, her oversized shirt almost swallowing up her upper arms, began to slowly rub her shoulders. "So much tension, Chris." Andrea said with a laugh. "I'm sure you should relax a little and stop being so angry all the time. Now tell me, do you feel all hot and bothered now after telling us about last night? I know all this wine has made my insides all fluttery." Christina exhaled and visibly deflated. She still looked really upset, but at least her fists weren t all balled up. She suddenly didn't seem to mind that this girl who she saw as insignificant trash was rubbing her shoulders she didn't even let her boyfriends do that. "Well, whoop de doo for your insides," Christina said, trying as hard as possible to sound angry and scary. She involuntarily crossed her legs under her short skirt and squirmed a bit on her stool. "I don't care at all." "I don't know, Chris," Jen said, gulping down the contents of her wine goblet. "Why do you keep squirming if you're not turned on? By the way, are you getting cold or something?" Christina shot her back a blank stare and shrugged her shoulders. She actually felt kind of warm and cozy and rather hot and congested under her skirt. Jen motioned to the front of Christina's thin sweater. Sure enough, her nipples were sticking straight out of the fabric like pencil erasers. Christina's blush deepened at her obvious arousal. Now that Jen had pointed them out, it felt like her nipples were tight little points of glass; so sensitive against her sweater. Just then, Michelle, the brunette, began unbuttoning the front of her silky pajama top. Christina was totally shocked by the sudden movement. What was she doing and why couldn't she take her eyes away from this girl? Michelle slowly undid her top buttons and then worked her way down the silky material until all five buttons were undone. Her tan skin cut a burn between the cream silk as she pulled the material aside slightly, exposing the sides of her firm breasts. Christina had never noticed her roommate s flat and muscular abs she was always wearing baggy sweaters. "What are you doing Michelle," Christina said in disbelief. "What are you, some sort of dyke?" Michelle smiled and stretched out, the silk spreading apart and revealing more of her taught breasts. Christina caught a glimpse of a hard brown nipple before it disappeared back into the silk. "That's not a nice thing to say at all, Christina." Michelle scolded. "I was just feeling as hot as you are. I'll tell you what, I'm sure you ll understand better if you take off your sweater and toss it on the floor." Christina's face filled with fright as her fingers shot under her sweater and in one motion, pulled it off over her head. Andrea barely was able to pull her hands away from her shoulders before her sweater hit the floor. Mortified, Christina tried to cover herself up as she sat on display before her roommates in only her lacy white Victoria Secret bra. Her flawless breasts looked so heavy as they strained against the lace and padding, squashed together like any good Miracle Bra will do. Christina was the kind of girl who almost didn't need a bra since her breasts were so well shaped and proportionate. Christina began to panic as she tried to cover her shame. Why had she taken off her sweater before these idiots? If they could make her do this, what else were they capable of? She felt another electric jolt as Andrea went back to her shoulder massage, making skin on skin contact. "Why are you so nervous, Christina," Andrea asked, kneading a knot in her shoulder and fingering her silk bra straps. "We re all girls here. This isn't turning you on, is it?" "What have you done to me?" Christina murmured, holding her swelling breasts in her hands. Even though she was trying to be modest, her boobs felt so warm and soft under her fingers, her nipples so hard they ached. "I'm not a queer. I'm not into this kind of thing." The other girls were no longer laughing, but instead staring intently at Christina's chest. They shot approving glances at each other and crossed and uncrossed their legs, in spite of their selves. Jen was the first to speak. "Then you wouldn't mind if I got a little more comfortable over here," she said, stretching and then pulling her slinky tank top up and over her head. She was left in her own lacy bra, her breasts not nearly as impressive as Christina s. "There, that's better. It feels so nice to get that itchy thing off. Do me a favor, Chris, honey. Tell me what you see as I get the rest of these clothes off." "No&" "I'm sure you want to, Chris." Jen said with an evil look on her face. She was already standing up and unbuttoning her jean shorts. "Tell me what you see." Sure Cure For Depression "Depressed? Damn straight I'm depressed. Waking up to find your, 'man,' the same guy you'd being screwing all evening, getting butt fucked by some dude can do that to you. Hell, I'd have to be crazy not to depressed." Sue Cangilosi finished her tirade by draining her fifth "Harvey Wallbanger" and then gave Cindy Davis a sad smile. "So what makes you think I'm depressed?" It was hard to believe any guy would turn from Sue to another man. In Cindy's opinion, she had the type of body the great Renaissance masters would have loved to paint. Full lips, big eyes, and thick, dark hair, that fell straight and shiny down to the beginning of her incredible bottom. In the late '60's, with fashion models starting to look malnourished, Sue's voluptuous body was a testimony to timeless female sexuality. Although she oozed sex appeal, Cindy had always liked Sue. A friendly, live-and-let-live, semi-hippie, party animal, she liked boys and having a good time and, except for her family and friends, refused to take anyone or anything seriously, including herself and school. Now she was depressed and getting smashed. No one could blame her for wanting to get wasted, thought Cindy. It must be unreal to discover the boyfriend you've slept with for weeks is gay. They were in the back booth of a smokey bar on New York's First Ave. near the nursing school's all-female dorm. Thanks to cheap drinks and good hamburgers, Guy Fawkes's was a favorite of the students living there. That made it a favorite of guys trying to pick them up. Still troubled by her recent, first-ever lesbian experience, Cindy could understand Sue's worries about her womanhood and sexuality. It would be bad enough if he'd cheated with another woman. But to wake up in his apartment and find him in the living room being sodomized by another guy; that was unreal. "Those guys playing darts sent these." The waiter set down fresh drinks. The two friends studied the group. Cindy nodded thanks, then looked back at Sue. "They're not bad looking." "And probably not fags," responded Sue. "Come with me to the old dis-comfort station, will you?" The waiter came over with another tray of drinks when they returned. "These are from those same guys. They want to know if they can join you?" Normally, Cindy hated bar pickups, but knew tonight Sue really needed to be around some straight guys. Besides, she had just gotten the beginning of an idea which might involve them. "Sure, tell them to come on over." Sue protested but Cindy reassured her that it would be fun. Tony had dark, curly hair, brooding eyes, and was built like a wrestler. Jim was average height with a muscular build and bright, red hair. With his tall, lean frame and long arms, Frank looked like a basketball player. Rounding out the crew was Todd, whose blue eyes, long blonde hair, and body builders physique, made him Cindy's favorite. They claimed to be business majors, not pre-med or med students, which both girls considered a definite point in their favor. Frank sat next to Cindy and Todd next to Sue while the others pulled up chairs at the end of the booth. Their joking and flirting soon had even Sue joining in the conversation. Guy Fawkes didn't have a city cabaret license so legally speaking there was no dance floor in the place. But couples routinely created their own space in a dimly lighted area in the back near their booth. Cindy smiled at Frank and asked if he'd like to dance. He looked surprised, but returned her smile and said he'd accept her gracious offer. Out on the dance floor they moved as one to a slow song. It felt good to be held by a man again and Cindy fought the temptation to wait until the next number to tell Frank about Sue's problem a how they might help. "You're a great dancer, Frank, but I think you should know that I'm sorta engaged and while I like having a good time, I'm committed to being faithful. My friend Sue, on the other hand, just had a really hard fall. She's unbelievably depressed and really needs all the ego boosting she can get." "So what I'd like is for all of you to hustle her. Don't waste time on me, except maybe to keep her from noticing what's happening." Frank looked dubious until she told him what happened. "As I said, she really needs the attention. If the guys to go along with the idea, I promise not to be a wet blanket even though I'm not a free agent." "How far do you want this thing to go?" "That's strictly up to you and Sue, so long as you treat her with kindness and understanding." "What's in it for you?" "She's my friend." The music stopped and Cindy loooked straight into his eyes. "In a few minutes, I'll get her to go with me the restroom. While we're gone, will you talk it over with your friends?" Frank glanced over at Sue and nodded his head. After the promised pilgrimage to the ladies room, Frank scooted over to let Sue sit beside him. Tony and Todd pulled their chairs close beside her. Cindy was seated across from them, but on the inside next to Jim, who placed a hand on her knee, leaned over and whispered while pretending to nibble on her ear. "Frank said to tell you we've agreed, but only if you also do a little partying. Okay?" Cindy nodded her agreement. "Well, in that case," Jim said, "I've been given the thankless job of finding out if you mean what you say. So why don't we start with you doing something about my poor aching joint." She quickly found his crotch and began stroking the large bulge she found there. As for Sue, she was involved in a long kiss with Todd. He and Frank had already undone the top buttons of her blouse and were fondling her breasts. Meanwhile, Tony's hands were busy under the table. Jim really did nibble on Cindy's ear this time while whispering that his staff needed even more personal attention. Telling him to give her something to work with, she took a drink while he unzipped his jeans and pulled out a thick, hard cock. She slid her fingertips over it's length, admiring the texture, pleased with her gentle touch made it jerk; then she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and began a slow, steady pumping motion. Frank was sucking on one of Sue's breast. Todd fondled the other one while covering her mouth with his. Judging from her occasional moans, Tony was doing some good under-the-table type work. Sue's right hand was in Frank's lap and her arm was making a motion similar to Cindy's. Frank seemed happy. As far as Cindy was concerned, the night was already a success. To slow things down a bit, she caught the bartender's eye. He signaled the waiter who started walking their way. "The waiter's coming." she said softly. Her announcement created quite a stir. By the time the waiter arrived, the three guys hovering around Sue were all sitting up straight and her bosom was more or less covered. But instead of letting go of Jim's dick, Cindy held on and used shorter, faster strokes. It was daring thing to do, but Cindy felt it was only fair since Jim had started to come. The others ordered more drinks, but he just stared straight ahead and grunted in agreement when the waiter asked if he wanted another beer. When the waiter returned, Jim was slumped in the booth and barely acknowledged the drink. While he recuperated and Tony went to take a leak, Todd and Frank danced with Cindy and Sue. Once everyone was back, the seating order changed. Frank still sat inside of Sue but Jim joined Tony in the chairs next to her. At Cindy's urging, Todd sat down first and let her be on the outside. There was no doubt in Cindy's mind that Sue was getting back into the swing of things and had picked up where she'd left off with Frank's tool while Tony started kissing and fondling her. With Todd's eager assistance, she soon had his rock hard dick in the palm of her hand. Looking down, she watched her fingers idly stroke the thick, white shaft while he attempted to get comfortable. When she glanced back up, Sue's boobs were exposed again and being worked on by Frank and Tony. By now, Jim had his hands way under the table, apparently playing with Sue's pussy. Impulsively, Cindy spoke up, "Hey Sue, you guys want to race? One who comes in last buys the next round." Sue gave her a silly smile, "You're on." Conversation stopped as the race began. Sue pumped furiously on Frank, who leaned back with his eyes closed. While Todd seemed calm, Cindy could feel his body start to twitch. Frank put his arm around Sue's shoulders, pulled her closer to him and started kissing her. The movement forced Sue to switch hands. On the other side of the table, Cindy continued to pump steadily on Todd. He'd just begun to take quick, shallow breathes, when Frank made a strangled moan and went ridged. The table threatened to tip over and people grabbed for sliding glasses. Finally, Frank settled back down. Tony grinned at Sue, "Maybe that was just good acting, where's the proof." After a dramatic pause, Sue brought a hand out from under the table and held in up for inspection. It was covered with proof. "Well," said Jim, "now that you've got it, what are you going to do with it?" Sue stared at her cum covered hand for several moments, and then, with lady-like gentility, began to lick it clean. The sight of Sue, licking Frank's cum off her hand, pushed Todd over the brink. Cindy felt his body begin to tremble and his cock swell. The muscles in his arms bulged tense and hard until, with a low growl, he began to come. Cindy was able to direct most of the stream away from him, but he was so stiff, it was impossible to keep all of it off his lap and her hand. In addition, some that had splattered on the bottom of the table now began dripping back down. It seemed to take forever for him to run dry. "Well Todd," said Sue, who'd just finished licking her hand clean, "it looks like the rounds on you." Cindy, who unlike her friend was using small paper napkins to wipe Todd's semen off her hand, replied, "Yes, but it proves what they say about nice guys finishing last." After exchanging glances with the other guys, Tony suggested they all go riding in his van. "Why not," Sue said, "this table's a sticky mess." The van was customized with reclining captain's chairs and a couch in the back. Cindy sat up front, facing the rear and watching the action. Tony was driving while the others had already started working on Sue who was stretched out in a fully reclined middle chair. Frank was on the couch, kissing her from behind. Todd had completely unbuttoned her blouse and was kissing one boob while fondling the other. Jim, kneeling between her outstretched legs, had already pushed up her short skirt, pulled off her panties, and was now using his hands to massage her pussy, shoving both thumbs into her vagina while running his fingers through her thick bush of dark, curly pubic hairs. The van made a sudden swerve and Cindy realized Tony was paying more attention to the action in the van than to his driving. "I don't know where we're going, but I hope we get there soon before you kill us all," she said with a nervous laugh. "Sorry about that. But it's kinda hard to concentrate with all that going on, but we'll be there soon. You know, if you, uh, you know, kinda took things in hand up here, it might keep my mind off what's going on back there." "But Tony," she said, putting her hand on his thigh, "would that make your driving better or worse?" "You never can tell. It might be dangerous. But in the interest of science and highway safety, it's our duty to find out. So let's give it a try," he coaxed. "It's the only way we'll ever know for sure." "Since science demands it, how can I refuse?" said Cindy who then reached over, unzipped his fly and stuck her hand inside his pants. Finding her target was easy, but she couldn't believe what she'd found. Tony's dick was so big she couldn't get her hand around the shaft and couldn't find the top. "Tony," she asked incredulously, "is all that you?" "I'm afraid so," he answered, as Cindy unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans. Pulling down the top of his shorts, she found herself staring in disbelief at the biggest dick she'd ever seen. "My God, Tony, why are you 'afraid' you've got this monster?" "To tell you the truth, having a cock this big has its good points, but it also has some real bad ones." "I can understand the good points," said Cindy who was almost reverently stroking the enormous dick, "girls who have heard about it must be dying to take a look." "Yeah, and take's part of the problem. They want to look, but once they do, most get scared. Sometimes a girl is willing to try some straight sex. But that's about it. I'll probably never get any rear action. Hell, I've never even had a real blowjob. No girl can handle more than kissing or licking." "Well, I bet there's at least one girl here who'll give it a good try." Who knows, she though, maybe even two. All thoughts about Sue vanished as Cindy turned her full attention to Tony's tool. It was at least three hands long from base to top, and thick as a salami. She slowly stroked the big dick, gently squeezing on the thick hardness encased in smooth, tight skin. Several minutes later, her attention was so totally fixed on the massive dick, she barely noticed the van turn into a dark, deserted road. Tony parked quickly, left the motor and radio on, and flipped on a couple soft, interior lights. As her hands continued to gently caress the imposing prick, she looked up at its owner. "Tony, I want to try, to give you a blow-job, a real blow-job that is." He grinned and quickly began turning his seat around to face the rear. While Cindy watched, amused and pleased by his eagerness, she noticed the scene in the rear had shifted to the couch. By now, Sue was completely naked and lying on her back, with Jim between her legs, pounding his dick home, while she sucked on Todd's cock. Frank was sitting in one of the chairs, his penis shrunken and obviously well used. Cindy continued to watch as Jim let out a groan and made one last hard slam into Sue. After a brief pause, he sighed and dismounted. Then Sue released Todd's stiff dick from her mouth and helped him climb on board. With one lunge, he sank it deep into her snatch and began hammering away with hard, deep strokes. No doubt about, thought Cindy, Sue was a very busy girl. Once Todd was in place, Frank went over and knelt by her head. She reached out for his flaccid dick, popped it into her mouth, and began sucking. Her legs were wrapped around Todd's middle, holding him tight. With one hand she grabbed his ass and appeared to be trying to pull him in ever deeper, while she continued to meet him hunch for hunch. Meanwhile, her other hand was fondling Frank's balls. The van gently swayed in rhythm to the movements. Under his breathe, Tony muttered, "Holy shit!" Cindy looked over and nodded her agreement before slipping out of her seat and kneeling between his legs. "I was able to distract you once before," she said with a smile. "Let's see if I can do it again." "Go lady, go. I've got nothing to lose but my load." "Well, first of all, I need some room to maneuver," said Cindy, as she began helping Tony take off his shoes, socks and pants. Once she had shoved down his underpants, she paused and studied her task. At the moment, Tony was positioned on the edge of the chair with his heavy, semi-erect dick resting on his thigh. Cindy unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open, revealing a broad, hairy chest. Bending over, she placed her lips at the base of the shaft. Sucking and nibbling, she slowly moved up until she could lick on the smooth, flared cockhead, then she'd begin moving back down. She repeated this trip several times, never using her hands until she placed both hands around the shaft and pulled it towards her. As she Stared down the length of that huge penis, Cindy knew there was no way she could give it a 'real' blowjob, but she was determined to try. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she began to kiss and lick the big, flared head. Once it was well lubricated, she began slipping it between her moist, widespread lip, inserting more and more until the entire head was inside her stuffed mouth. For a moment, she left it alone. Once her mouth had adjusted to its size, she pulled it out, flexed her jaw and then started all over. This time the head was easier to handle and she began to suck on it, swirling her tongue as best she could. Her hands were wrapped around the thick shaft like it was a baseball bat. Moving her head up and down, she began trying to coax her lips down to her nearest finger. But despite her best efforts, she quickly realized that one or two more inches of Tony's thick shaft was about her limit. There was so much dick in her mouth, all she could do was try to suck while not biting. So she gently sucked on the massive love muscle and considered the problem. Finally, she decided that approaching the problem from another angle might be the solution. Pulling the dick out of her mouth, she took a deep breath and announced, "Tony, I think I can do better." "What the hell do you mean? You're great! No one ever took that much before. I would have come in another minute of two." Tony's excitement was a turn-on, "Well, if you'll lay on the floor, I'll be able to approach this thing from another direction and maybe take a little more." "Always willing to lend a helping hand," said Tony as he quickly got down on the floor. After a brief struggle, Tony was able to lay at an angle across the width of the van. Cindy knelt next to him so she was looking down his body and the flared cock head was just inches from her lips. While moving about, she'd briefly noticed the group in the back. Frank was now sinking long deep thrusts into Sue, Jim was at her head getting prepped for his next turn with a blowjob, and Todd was sitting slumped in the chair. "I wonder how many times they've rotated," said Tony, who'd also noticed the scene. "I'm wondering how many more times they can," replied Cindy as she leaned forward and licked a drop of pre-cum from his cock head. "But you'll have to keep track of all that. I'm going to be concentrating on something else." Tony laughed, said, "Please do. Oh, please, please do." and began rubbing her bottom. Again, she placed her hands along the length of Tony's shaft. This time the head slid easily into her mouth and felt more comfortable, more at home, in there. She sucked and pumped up and down for a while, enjoying the feel and taste and texture of the large head. When she felt relaxed and comfortable, she began carefully working the shaft into her mouth. As her lips gradually descended further and further down the shaft, the torpedo shaped cock head shoved in ever deeper. When it finally met resistance, there was still an inch or two between her lips and fingers. Cindy was positive she could take some more. Gagging, she knew was an involuntary reflex which could sometimes be controlled with proper breathing. Pulling back up until her lips encircled the base of the head, she took a deep breath. She began to let her breath out while sinking back down the swollen cock. When she felt the head push against the top of her throat, she forced herself to relax. This time, her lips and fingers were closer. Repeating the process, she could feel the head of the dick begin to push into her throat. Although her stomach heaved slightly, she didn't gag and now, her fingers were even closer. Returning to the top of the dick, she took several deep breaths and plunged down. The shaft moved quickly past her lips and teeth as the head rushed through her mouth. For just a moment, it pressed against the opening to her throat, then it slipped inside. Sure, Money Helps All participants in this story are 18 years of age or older It seems I've always been horny, but until I reached my twenties I lacked the nerve to do something about it. Truth be told, I got the nerve when an aunt died and left me $255,000. I had a decent job, that paid well, and with the windfall I decided to try some experiments with the opposite sex. I didn't really give it much thought, and looking back realize I could have done it better, but what the fuck, if I hadn't done what I did, maybe I wouldn't have tried the damn stuff at all. The impulse hit me one night while I was at the movies, the ten o'clock feature to be exact. Two rows ahead of me sat two lithesome beauties, in their late teens. I had seen them outside the theater, digging in their purses for the exact amount to pay for their admission. I had been tempted to offer to pay their way in, but realized that while they might accept my offer, it wouldn't have half the impact of a more generous offer once they were comfortably relaxed in their seats and watching the movie. I moved into their row after the featured film began. The one closest to me had well tanned legs, a firm curvy bod, and when she leaned forward to discard a candy wrapper revealed an ass that struggled to remain in the short, shorts she was wearing − probably since she was thirteen or fourteen. When she sat back I got a good look at the cutest ripe little cones perking out of a light blue tank top. All in all, she seemed a very edible girl. They were immersed in the film and I saw no reason to bother them particularly since the flick was all about a working class girl marrying a prince and living happily ever after. I left the theater before the film ended and parked my Porsche outside the entrance and waited for the girls to emerge with the other s who had watched the film. I knew they would spot the flashy car, especially with the rags to riches theme of the film so fresh in their youthful brains. But it was her girlfriend who spoke to me. She wasn't half bad either – slim, with rather advanced curves of womanhood self-evident wherever I happened to look. She was a ponytailed brunette, about 5' 4", with coltish slim hips and a generous bust, which she accentuated with a midriff-baring sleeveless navy knit top. She wore saucy little three inch red heels and white socks with elaborate lace trimmings, and her legs were smooth and shiny. She, like her partner, was just starting to blossom into full-fledged femininity, with a bright pouty red lipsticked mouth, mascara'ed hazel eyes with thin plucked brows and lightly highlighted cheeks. Cute face too-- delicate bone structure with a longish look and a short pointy chin and a pair of dimples to die for. A slightly above average teenager even with the braces she revealed as she gave me a respectful smile. Both girls were nicely tanned. Tanning beds, God bless 'em, I thought, and continued my rapid inspection of her body. Her tits were about twice the size of her girlfriend's, but she was a plain Jane compared to the one I wanted most. "Nice car!" she exclaimed, and moved closer to get a look at me, although I have to admit, she might have wanted a look at the car's interior. "Thank you. It's a Porsche," I added, knowing that they would see dollar figures on hearing that famous brand name. "Really cool car!" the white shorts said, coming right up to the car. "Would you like to go for a ride?" I asked. I got the usual response. One wanted to go, the other didn't. It was a tactic young women often resort to in order to retain control of the situation. I mean, give the devil his due; girls have one basic bargaining chip – their pussies. Forget that shit about the best way to a man's heart being through his stomach. It's the snatch, gash, cooze, cunt, or whatever name you want to pin on it that draws men like flies to honey, and every girl in the world knows it. We bantered until a car honked behind me and my expression told them it was now or never. They got in, with braces sitting on white shorts lap. No way would either one be caught dead in the tiny back seat the Porsche afforded, and I couldn't blame them. I pulled away from the curb with that soft growl the Porsche is so famous for; the girls added to the sound by screeching loudly at the sudden acceleration. I was certain their daddies never drove like this, at least not with them in the car. "So, I'm Palo, what are your names?" White shorts answered first. "Noel," she chirped. "Do you always go this fast?" Braces followed with, "And I'm, Whitney." "Hi girls, tell the truth, I usually go faster." "Really?" Whitney said, obviously a non-believer. "Go faster!" Noel urged. "No! He'll get a ticket!" Whitney said, but her voice told me she wanted speed too. "I can afford a ticket or two," I replied and gave the car the gas. In seconds we were racing along the boulevard at 120 miles per hour. Both Whitney's and Noel's hair whipped around the interior of the Porsch and I had all I could do to keep it out of my eyes. Gradually I slowed and then pulled into a deserted parking lot next to an old, and now unused warehouse. "How was that?" I asked, knowing that the speedy ride had excited both girls. "Great," Noel said. "God, that was good,' Whitney added. "So how much does a car like this cost?" "New, this would go for about $125,000. But the original owner was a jerk. I won it off him in a card game." "Oh wow!" Noel gasped. "You gamble?" "Of course I gamble. What's money for if not to play with?" "I don't know if I'd gamble any money I had," Noel said. "I take it then you don't have much of it to begin with." "I... I mean, we. Me and Whitney get allowances, well I got a job, but it pays crap, you know?" "Money doesn't go far on an allowance," I said, commiserating with them. "And most jobs pay crap as well," I said agreeably. "It sure don't," Whitney said. It was time to pounce. "So, if you each had, say $200 bucks apiece, what would you do with it? I knew damn well that each girl had a long list of purchases on their respective wish lists, but waited them out. They wasted no time in regaling me with what they would buy with that money. Of course they had easily spent twice that amount, but on that I said nothing. I let the thought of their imaginary purchases ferment for a minute, and then asked, "I'm curious, just asking, mind you, but what would a girl, you know, someone like yourselves, do for that kind of money?" There, the hook was out. They bit down on it together. Well, Whitney actually started first, but Noel was with her at the finish as they blurted, "Anything!" in tandem. Trying to sound surprised, I said, "Really?" Both girls nodded their heads, still lost in the dream of a spending spree to end all spending sprees. Ah, young girls, they really have no idea of what life's true needs are. I felt like the Dutch buying Manhattan from the Indians for $24. "So, you'd do the deed for $200?" "The deed?" Whitney said, not understanding... at first. "He means would you fuck him?" Noel said, bringing it out into the open. "Uh-uh," Whitney said. "No fucking way!" My hands never left the leather-covered steering wheel as I replied, "Would a blowjob be out of the question?" "What do you think we are?" Noel asked sarcastically. "Two girls who just told me they'd do anything for $200 each." "Well we didn't mean THAT!" Noel said. "How was I to know?" I said defensively. "You're just a big prick!" Whitney yelled and struggled with the door, trying to get out of the Porsche. "Let's leave my anatomy out of it," I said, and heard Noel giggle. "Let me the fuck out!" Whitney shouted. I popped the release, the door opened, and Whitney hopped out. "C'mon, Noel, fuck him. We can walk back." "Um, yes. You can walk back. But please listen to me first. We're a good seven miles from the movie theatre." "So what?" "This isn't exactly a residential area." "I don't care! We'll walk it!" Whitney snarled. I wanted to laugh, but held back and just waited. "Whitney! Its miles to civilization!" Noel whined. "We've got legs, we can walk. It'll take an hour, maybe." "Two white girls... in this neighborhood. Are you crazy?" Then Noel turned to me. She was still in the car. "Palo, do you really insist on a blowjob?" "I never insisted on anything," I said trying to reassure them both. I seemed to make headway with Noel, who called to Whitney, saying, "We don't have to blow him or anything else. Get back in the car, Whitney!" Whitney was not convinced. "He said it, I heard him!" "I only asked what you'd be willing to do for the money." Noel appeared to think about the monetary aspect for a minute, and then said, "You did Vincento for a giant sized Coke two months ago." "Fuck you, Noel. I didn't! Whitney protested. "You told me you did!" she spat accusingly. "I was fucking lying!" Whitney yelled, but she remained close to the Porsche "I wish you two would make up your minds," I shouted hoping they'd hear me over their own prattling. To my complete surprise, Noel turned to me and said, "What if I did you?" "F... fine," I managed, and put to bed the nagging fear that they might call the police on me. "Okay, Whitney, get back in the car!" "Um, Noel? It's not possible to do it with her in the car." "Oh... right, I guess. Okay, so where or what do I do?" "Let's start with some kissing." "You going to pay me the money?" "Yeah, two hundred, okay?" "Super!" Noel said and threw herself at me. We kissed; her mouth was open and waiting for my tongue. I will admit the kid could kiss. I kept kissing her while Whitney leaned against the car door watching my every move, but saying nothing. I waited for Noel to moan, and on hearing it, sent my hand between her legs to rub against her white shorts and the pussy that hid behind them. "What are you doooing?" she asked dreamily. I didn't answer, but renewed our kiss while carefully parting those creamy legs further apart. I had her left leg over the center console before she broke the kiss to ask the question again. "Why, I'm just going to play with you for a while little honey." I said. My own breathing was ragged as I pulled her little blue tank top over her head and saw her pert little tits and the pinkest little nipples peeking out at me. "What the fuck are you doing to her?" Whitney said quietly. She should have yelled, I thought, why is she quiet now? Noel was frozen, but her mind was still a little self aware. "Whatareyou...?" But my mouth was already nibbling on the closest nipple. "Nooo....." she moaned. "Jesus, she's letting you suck on them!" Whitney gasped. A quick glance at Whitney told me more than I need to know. The protester was grinding her pussy against the door handle of the Porsche. "You shouldn't..." Noel moaned. Letting the nipple fall from my mouth, I rubbed her pussy harder, creating a friction that had to have a powerful effect on the helpless girl. "But I already am; now be a good girl and bring the other one to me." And as Noel twisted her body to do just that, Whitney's hand snaked into the Porsche and grabbed Noel's other nipple and gave it a squeeze. Heartened by Whitney's joining in, I unzipped my fly and fumbled my hardon out into the air. I'm sure Whitney saw me do it. I don't think Noel suspected it was out in the open just yet. It was a struggle, but I urged her out of those tight white shorts. Whitney helped by kissing Noel while I did. One thing was certain. Noel loved kissing. Tossing the shorts aside, I realized Noel wasn't wearing anything else. I had her nude in the car. I turned to face Whitney, who was still tonguing her friend. Grabbing her by the hair at the nape of her neck, I growled, "First time kissing each other?" "I... I...." Noel stammered. Her head fell back against the headrest. "Christ... I didn't even...." Whitney gulped realizing what she had just done. "Never mind," I said. "Show me your tits and be quick about it." There was no hesitation on her part. The sleeveless navy knit top was off in a flash and the half-cup bra, or whatever the fuck it was followed quickly. She actually posed for me, sticking them in the window and turning from side to side to show them off. "Nice tits," I said and tweaked the right nipple. "OH!" she yelped as if I'd goosed her. "Lean in here and give my dick a lick and a suck," I said. I wasn't surprised when she wriggled halfway into the Porsche without any protest. It wasn't the first cock she'd sucked. "That guy... Vincento?" "Mmmm?" she almost purred as her tongue curled around the corona of my dick. "Wasn't the only one was he?" "Mm... mmm." "Give it over to Noel," I said, and she did. Noel jumped on it like a fly landing on shit. I figured she thought Whitney was going to get her money. I made a point to ask her about it later and she confirmed it. Noel sucked and bobbed as best she could, but I wanted more. I suppressed her gag reflex and stroked her little ass with the aim of getting a finger up there, but the tight confines of the Porsche wouldn't allow it. I yanked my dick out of her mouth after she choked a little and tendered it to Whitney, who gobbled it up. For a moment I wondered if her braces might cut my dick, but that passed as soon as I thrust my cock all the way down her throat and forced her nose into my abdomen. I was lying on top of Noel, who was slowly being absorbed into the soft leather of the car's passenger seat. I tilted Whitney's head a bit so I could see her throat engorge as my cock raped her mouth. Her eyes looked up at me as if pleading for me to return it to Noel's mouth. But she had pissed me off with all her bullshit and so I held her head fast with my left hand. Her eyes grew bigger and more fearful, and I eased slowly from her mouth. "I'm getting out of the car, I said, making sure the keys were in my pocket. Whitney slid back and eased her body out the car then stood docilely on the pavement. "You too, sweetie," I whispered to Noel, and she opened the door and stood next to Whitney while I exited from my side and came around to face them. What I said next was uttered with an authority I hadn't known I possessed. "Either of you not want to get fucked?" Neither girl said a word. They wanted the money. They felt they had, or were earning it having blown me. Oh, they had both taken my dick and sucked it, but I hadn't come and they knew it. "I want both of you to lean against the car like the cops have people do when they're about to search them. They had watched enough movies to grasp what I wanted from them, and did it without any protest. I looked at them in the scarce moonlight. Whitney's tank top was wrapped around her neck, her breasts stuck up over her bra, her nipples big and hard, still slick with my saliva. Her skirt was up around her waist, revealing white panties, a mere light shade in the dim. Had I had turned this good girl into a wanton creature, unable to resist her desires? I had trouble accepting the fact, but it was all to true. "Are you gonna fuck me first?" Whitney asked placidly. I answered her by hooking my fingers in the elastic band of her panties, and pulled them down. I had to bend a little to slide them all the way down, sucking hard on her nipple as I did. When the panties were around her thighs, she wriggled, making them fall to the ground. "Take one foot out, lift the other leg so I can take them off your ankle." Noel began a nervous giggle, and I whirled on her. "You a virgin, Noel?" "I guess," she replied softly. "You guess?" "Nobody's put their thing in me." "But..." I said, hoping to prompt her further. "I, um, used my mother's thing...." "Her thing? You mean her vibrator?" "Yeah...." "How often?" "Whenever I was alone in the house." "So you're telling me you're a vibrator slut." Noel began to cry. I told Noel her tears meant shit to me and she stopped. "I've got good news for you, Noel." Wiping the tears from her face, she turned and said, "What?" "I'm going to feed my dick to you right after I fuck Whitney, here." "Oh...." Was all she had to say. I returned my attention to Whitney who was stepping out of her panties when she saw me looking at her and slowly brought her right leg up brushing me with her inner thigh. I gave her the 'come on' sign and the leg went higher, wrapping itself around my waist and hauling me up against her. "Very flexible. I'm impressed." "Daddy pays for lots of dance lessons," she purred. "You're kinda wet, aren't you?" I whispered as I slid several fingers up and down her honeyed slit. "Don't want you staining my pants with your juices, you know?" "We gonna do it?" Her leg wobbled slightly. "That leg able to take all that weight?" I asked. Whitney could only nod her head because I was moving in to kiss her. Our mouths were glued together; she found my hardon and began stroking it. I rubbed the thick head up and down her wetness, trying to postpone entering the hot paradise of her body. I licked my fingers, tasting her sweet arousal. "Gonna eat you all up. Gonna bury my head between your thighs, and lap at your pussy until you're screaming and coming." It occurred to me that I had both girls moaning in expectation, and wondered just how I could handle them at the same time. Trial and error, stupid, my brain replied, and so I used my cock on Whitney, keeping a firm grip on her waist as I slid into her. She was tight and wet, and moaning softly, whispering my name over and over. She had to hang on my shoulders to remain standing – her legs were quivering as she pushed her hips against me as much as she could in her unstable position. Once I was buried in her I helped urge her other leg up around me as well and backed her up against the Porsche. I started slowly, but rapidly changed to a faster pumping that had Whitney muttering my name over and over. A glance to my right found Noel standing next to us, gawking at us. I motioned her closer. She moved in, and I sent a finger into her snatch that brought a loud groan from her throat. I kissed Whitney's neck, sucked long enough to leave a formidable hickey, and then did the same with Noel. Could I entice them into some girl-girl action? I gave it a try. "Noel," I husked, "suck her tits." I got a strange look from her, but she did lean in and lift Whitney's breat up and brought her mouth down on her nipple. "You like that, Whitney?" "Yeah... yeah, I do." "You like it Noel?" "Mmmm," she replied. I took it as a yes. "Like being fucked against the car, baby? Anyone passing by can see you, you know that don't you?" "Don't care... gonna cum!" "Want it harder?" "YES!" I let loose with my best jackhammer moves. "Come for me!" "Ugh!" Noel had let loose of Whitney's breast and unconsciously wiped excess spittle from her mouth. Three more rapid thrusts and Whitney was humping wildly, almost expelling me from her cunt as she surrendered to a tumultuous climax. I counted to ten and pulled out, grabbed Noel by the shoulder and told her to get down on her hands and knees. There was not the slightest objection to getting down on the hard pavement on her part. With my right hand I spread her cheeks apart and then spat on her cunt a split second before spearing her with my throbbing prick. Noel was tight. I almost felt sorry for her and asked, "Can you take it?" "I think... yeah, I can," she replied and that was good enough for me. Whitney was squatting next to us, seemingly eager to help or even participate with us. Sure, Money Helps As tight as she was, I knew I wouldn't last long, and so I pumped her long enough to get three-quarters of my dick immersed in her then pulled out. "Eat her, Whitney!" I growled. "Huh?" "I said go down on her. She isn't the first cunt you've licked." "No... I...." "DO IT!" That's all it took. She was on her knees behind Noel and licking both her pussy and asshole. I'll admit it took her a minute or so to get into it, but into it she got. I was concerned with saving myself so that I could give Noel a decent fuck and not a hurry-up job. Three more minutes went by before Noel gasped and started to cum from Whitney's mouth and tongue. I let her enjoy the first wave or two then shoved Whitney away from her and stuck my cock back into her snatch. Noel was trembling, whether from her climax or the feel of my dick I didn't know, or care. Grabbing her hips for purchase, I hefted her ass up and sank deeply into her. Noel moaned with a satisfaction I hadn't heard in a long time. There wasn't all that much light, but with what there was I saw the head of my cock repeatedly disappearing between the stretched lips of Noel's vulva. I took another minute to fully penetrate her. During which I could feel her trembling and knew she was either still coming, or was about to explode again. I was certainly on the edge myself, and so I began to pound into her with wild abandon. I started to cum; Noel began to howl. I tightened my hold on her to prevent her from banging her face into the pavement. The sensation of her pussy's violent contractions around my cock prolonged my ejaculation. And when the violent contractions subsided and I thought her capable of holding her own weight again, I renewed my fucking, using a slow version of the old in and out. I had cum, but I was still hard and I knew at this rate I would fuck Whitney one more time too. Noel was now grunting with each thrust. "Like the nasty way I fuck, Noel?" "LOVE IT!" "Want to suck Whitney's cunt later?" "YEAH, SURE!" "Hey, Whitney!" "Yeah, Palo?" "You'd have done it without the money wouldn't you?" "I guess... but you are gonna pay us, right?" "Sure I am." "Whitney... look at Noel's pussy. See how her lips stretch each time I slam it into her?" "Yeah...." "Describe it to her. She can't see what's happening." "Um, Noel, it looks like your lips are turning inside and disappearing into you with his thing." "Mmmm, yeah, I guess they are. It sure feels fucking good." "You ready to cum for me, Noel?" "I never stopped coming, baby!' she half-laughed, half-moaned. "Then cum hard for me right now!" "OH, YESSS!" Noel's cunt was squeezing and milking my dick as she climaxed again. Moments later I was turning to Whitney. "Whitney, hop up on the hood of the car," I said with a quiver in my voice. When she was in position, I flipped her legs over my shoulders and rammed it into her. I jack hammered her and it wasn't long before she was ready to go ballistic on me. A puddle of her liquid honey began to trickle down her thighs and mine from her spasming pussy. I yanked my dick out of her and summoned Noel over to us. "She ate you out, now it's your turn. Go get her." It was evident that Noel had never done it before from her tentative early movements. But she got the hang of it soon enough, lapping up the juices as fast as Whitney could ejaculate them. And when she least expected it, I reentered Noel's gaping pussy and brought myself off to her still twitching vaginal muscles. Afterward, the three of us stood there awkwardly, assessing the cosmetic damages that required repair before any of us could present ourselves in a public place without drawing unwanted attention. The girls checked each other's attire out before repairing their makeup. Whitney hopped into the Porsche and used the interior lighting and mirror to redo her makeup. Noel leaned into the side-view mirror to do hers. I wiped my dick off on a handkerchief and checked my slacks for cum stains. Finding none, I took my wallet out and peeled four one hundred dollars bill from it and handed them to Noel, who gave two to Whitney. "That was fun, wasn't it?" I said as I lit up a cigarette. "It sure was," Noel chirped. "Will you want to see us again sometime?" Whitney inquired. "Sure, but for a hundred bucks apiece, next time." "Only a hundred?" Whitney exclaimed in disappointment. "Girls, what would your parents think if they saw you with all that spending money?" "They wouldn't..." Noel said defensively. "You'd buy things... expensive things. Think about it. They'd notice." "Oh, yeah, right." Noel said despondently. "On the other hand, I was thinking about hiring you both on a weekly basis." "Palo... you're not just saying that, are you?" Whitney shrieked. "Hell no. Maybe I'll call on Noel one day... make that night, and Whitney another. Maybe I'll have the both of you at the same time." They were delighted at this turn of events, so I dropped a bombshell on them. "Maybe we'll have some other people play with us." "WHAT!" Whitney squawked. "Sure, you know, another guy, another girl, whatever." Noel started to laugh. "Yeah, Palo, whatever!" "Another guy wouldn't be so bad...." Whitney said and gave me the biggest smile. I dropped them off a block from where they lived after getting their phone numbers. Life was good. The End Sure To Make You Cum One day I woke up. Horny as fuck because it had been a month since I had seen my girlfriend. She had been away on a business vacation. I called her and told her I was ready for her to come home. And when she got there I would have something special planned for her. I went to work. And one of my co-workers wore a tight, short, sexy red dress, that barely covered her round ass. I could feel my pussy getting wet. Everyone once in a while I could see her red lace bra. She had great tits, 36dds, to be exact. And whenever she would bend over you could see she was naked underneath. Her bare pink pussy was so beautiful. I couldn't handle it. My boobs were so perky and hard. You could see my nipples through my bra. And my thong was so wet. I masturbated all day just thinking of my girlfriend coming home that night. When I got home. I set up the house for that night. I started by stripping. So when she walked in, she was Immediately greeted by my hard boobs. I lit candles, grabbed my dildo and vibrator. I also set up a chair so I could give her a lap dance. I put a porn movie in, so I could be masturbating until she got home. Finally she pulled up. She walked through the door. I told her how much I missed her and that I had a surprise for her in the living room. She told me she missed too. And came into the living room. She was so pleased to see me laying naked waiting for her. She said. This is all I've been thinking about. How much I've wanted to fuck you. I masturbated every night just thinking of you. I told her to strip for me in the sexiest most seductive way. She started by pulling down her tight skirt that barely covered her ass. Revealing her perfectly shaved pussy. She knew it was coming and didn't even bother to wear panties. Then she slowly unbuttoned her tight white blouse. One button at a time. Just teasing me. Finally I jumped up and ripped it off of her. She was wearing my favorite bra. It was pick and lace. And barely covered her boobs. That's what I liked about it. I kissed her as I took off her bra. Revealing her 38dds. She grabbed my ass and we made out for a while. I pulled her to the couch. Continuing to make out with her. Then I laid her on her back and stated to finger her slowly. She begged for me to go faster but I continued going the same pace. To make her beg for it. I slowly inserted my fingers. One. By. One. She was so wet. Just as she was reaching orgasm. I lowered my face. Down to her wet pussy. Slowly tongue fucking her. Once I hit her g spot. She arched her back with ecstasy. And came all in my mouth. Her thick white cum was all over my tits. I licked up every bit of her juices. Then she leaned up. Got on top of me. And started licking the cum off my tits. She went in a circular motion. And then would suck on them every few seconds. My nipples were so hard from this. While she was playing with my boobs. I continued to finger her. Going in circles on her vagina. Then when she started to eat me out. I stared playing with her boobs. She gave me the greatest orgasm I've ever had in my life. Next I grabbed the dildo. And inserted it into her vagina. She was so wet. It took no effort at all. I started by rubbing her clit slowly in circles she moaned then screamed. Just do it all ready. So with all my force I shoved the dildo as far as I could into her vagina. She screamed and I continued fucking her as hard as I could. Her boobs were bouncing. It was so sexy. Then she took the vibrator. And did the same thing. We sucked up each other's juices. And decided to give each other lap dances. I sat in the chair first and she faced the opposites way in the chair. I could feel her wet pussy on mine. While she moved her ass up and down on my legs and pussy I squeezed her boobs. Then she sat down on top of me and put her legs over my shoulders so I could eat her out. I said since we hadn't seen each other in so long. We needed to do something special. Something we had never done before. So we went outside and lied down on the soft wet grass. We continued fucking outside. It was so exhilarating. Then I got up. Jumped into the pool and pulled her in with me. We figured each other inside of the pool. Then I got out. And sat on the edge of the pool in the splits. So she could eat me out. She slowly inserted her tongue into my pussy. She circled her tongue around until I had another orgasm. This one better than the first. We switched spots. And I tongue fucked her. We then moved into the bedroom. When we laid down. I laid on top. She inserted her hand into my vagina. Just moving in and out. While I squeezed her boobs at the same time. I stopped playing with Her perfect mounds and said that since we have already been so daring we should try one more thing. She agreed. So I called my coworker that had made me so horny. And told her to come over. I insisted that she wear EXACTLY what she wore to work that day. She came over as fast as she could. While we were waiting for her. We went downstairs and turned on the porn movie. While we continued to finger each other. She came in. And we had her strip for us. It was so hot. I could feel how wet my girlfriends pussy was. After she was just in her red lace bra. We stood up. And slowly took it off of her revealing her tits. We pulled her to the couch with us. I fingered both of them. While they took turns kissing me. And playing with my boobs. Then to go all out. As the greatest sex night of our life's. We created a sex tape of the three of us in my bedroom. It was the greatest night of my life. And I will never have greater sex than that night. Sure, Why Not??? A giant smile was on his face as he watched her get dressed for work, and replayed the events that started this phase of their lives. His mind had gone back to the almost magical time that had been the beginning of this wonderful transformation of a moth into a beautiful butterfly in hovering flight. The undressing in the dark, the super thick cotton bras and panties, the lack of self esteem and confidence in herself and her body had all been thrown out the window. Despite his reassurances and almost constant begging for a change in attitude and demeanor hadn't made a bit of a difference. All the sheer, lacy things he had bought her had been worn maybe, just maybe once. Only then under something that totally kept it hidden from view, and then was consigned to the back of the bottom dresser drawer. Watching. as she slid her hands up her legs to smooth out her hose ensuring that they were straight. Then bending, with her proud breasts briefly hanging before being thrust forward as she picked up her light blue, silky blouse. A silent melody was playing somewhere as she let the blouse float gently down her arms and over her chest. She then buttoned it up except for the top two buttons. Then bending again to give him a glorious view of her firm round ass cheeks and the fabulous, clean shaven pussy lips that peeked out from between her legs. She carefully stepped into her short, black skirt one leg at a time. He often had to remind himself to breathe when he was so entranced in these moments. Side to side, she inched her skirt up over her hips and after tucking her blouse in had zipped it up. She twirled as she fluffed out her blouse in front to make sure that her nipples were not too apparent through the blouse. Turning back towards him, she had a puzzled look at the smile on his face. "AND, just what are you so happy about??" She asked with a smile on her face. "I just love watching you get dressed." He softly replied. "You've got bats in your belfry, and are just a dirty old man", was her laughing answer to what he had said. "AH, yes.........but they are happy bats, and I am proud to be a dirty old man, and especially ....YOUR dirty old man!!!" He quickly answered back. "Well, don't wallow in your dreams too long....... as you TOO have to get ready for work." She told him, as she came over and gave him a soft, lingering kiss before sliding her hands over her hips to make sure that her skirt wasn't wrinkled and leaving for work. ************************ "You know that things have to change now," she had said, once the planes engines had settled into a steady, monotonous drone. "Why??" He asked. "We've just spent a week on a fabulous island vacation. I did as you wanted and went without a bra or panties for the whole week. And, yes, even topless on the beaches, but it all has to change." She had quickly replied to him. "Why??" He asked. "Well, just because I completely and throughly enjoyed it doesn't mean I can continue to do that......." she murmured back at him. "Why not???" He asked. "YOU MEAN that you would want me to still go without a bra or panties even after we get back home???" She asked with a quiver in her voice. "Sure, why not??" He asked. After a long silence, she had turned and starred at him for quite a while before turning back and starring into the back of the seat in front of her. She then starred out the window for a long time, as he patiently waited for her response. Several times she had turned back to face him as if to reply, but had turned to face the seat in front of her each time. He patiently waited and watched as her chest rose and fell, then as her nipples hardened and became very apparent through the thin tank top she was wearing. Finally, turning back to him, she asked, "Are you sure that's what you want???" Looking her directly in the eyes, he answered, "We both enjoyed it immensely, so......Why not????" She settled back in her seat with a sigh, and starred into the seat back in front of her for several minutes. Glancing down, she starred at her breasts and nipples that seem to want to escape the confines of the red tank top, and her low rise denim mini skirt that barely covered the tiny thong she was wearing. "Humm, well, I guess I could try it for a while, and even go around the house topless for you." She quietly said. "BUT, you are in charge of keeping me shaved and smooth down there." ************************** With the thoughts of her dressing and new confident attitude about herself, he still marveled at great differences from such small changes that had occurred in their lives. Both were definitely happier and more caring towards each other, and he had to admit to himself that their sex life had taken a giant leap upwards. As he swung his feet off the bed to go take his shower, he thought, "Well, three years later and we're still trying it for a while. If I had planned, begged and pleaded....... it couldn't have worked out better. SO, why not??" Sure Christina tried to look away, but her eyes were drawn to her disrobing friend like moth to flame. Self-consciously, her hands began to lightly squeeze her own breasts as Andrea continued the delicious massage. "You're unzipping you shorts&oh god this is crazy&now you're pushing them down your legs and stepping out of them&you re&you're standing there in your bra and panties like a lingerie model&no, you won t&you're reaching back now and undoing your bra&please don't make me do this&your boobs are coming free&I can see them all, see your nipples as you drop your bra to the floor&they re so firm and you're squeezing them&god this is crazy&no, not your panties, too&you ve got two thumbs in the waist band&I can see the top of your pubic hair&oh you're really going slowly&the silk is going slowly over your hips and thighs&more of your hair&I can see it all now, all of your pussy!&It s all exposed&" Christina was squeezing her own breasts hard now and her words were coming in jagged breaths. As Jen stepped out of her panties, leaving her totally nude, she felt a total rush of exhilaration, her heart pounding in her chest. Seeing Christina's eyes roam over her body and describe what she saw was too much for her. "Don't stop, Chris," Andrea whispered in her ear. "I'm sure you want to tell me what her hands are doing now." "She s smiling at me, Andrea, and running her hands up and down the sides of her body. Now she s cupping her tits and squeezing her nipples between her fingers. I can t believe it! She s starting to play with herself, in front of all three of us! She s queezing her boobs hard now with both hands. Doesn't that hurt a little? Oh no, one of her hands is moving down over her tummy and rubbing her belly button. How can she squeeze her boobs so hard? Her hand is going lower, over her abdomen, over the top of her pubic hair. Oh god, Andrea, I can see her cunt now that her legs are open&it s so wet&her hand is going so slowly down between her legs&now her fingers are on her pussy lips, rubbing in little circles. She s tweaking her nipples between her fingers now. There it goes; one of her fingers is going into her vagina, in just a little bit and moving all around. So fascinating& Michelle broke her concentration as she spoke up. "Christina, why don't you take off your skirt? It s starting to get really hot in here and I know you d be more comfy with that thing off." Jen began writhing on the couch as her finger moved deeper into her vagina. She was pressing her hand deep into her crotch and alternating between nipples with her free hand. Christina looked a Michelle, whose shirt had fallen all the way open, exposing her girlish breasts and wide nipples. She now understood that these girls could make her do whatever she wanted, but she was not about to get naked if she could help it. "No, I think I'm fine," Christina said, clenching her thighs together. "I'm not taking off my clothes. Never." Off to her right, Andrea pulled her nightshirt up to her waist, exposing her pale blue panties. She stared at Jen in wonderment as her fingers pressed deep into her slick flesh and rubbed her clitoris in tight figure eight s. Jen now had her legs spread wide on the couch and her fingers were actually glistening as they rubbed against her slippery mons. She was breathing heavy as a fine sheen of sweat covered her twitching female form. Michelle pulled her blue panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them, letting her nightshirt fall down her legs. "See, Christina," Andrea said as Jen slid first two, then three fingers deep into her swollen vagina and closed her eyes, lost in her own world of self-pleasuring. "It s not that hard. You wear less when you go to the beach in your bathing suit. I'm sure you ll feel better." With that, Christina stood up and carefully unzipped the side of her skirt and pushed it down over her thighs until the fabric pooled up around her ankles. As she stepped out from the loose pile of skirt, her magnificent body was revealed to Michelle and Andrea. And was her body flawless! Any model on her best day would envy how her womanly hips flared out slightly and led to long, toned legs. Christina didn't look that distressed at losing her skirt and standing no more than two feet from another girl who was panting and writhing around on the couch like a bitch in heat. Christina gaped at Jen, whose fingers were going a mile a minute over her wet, swollen flesh. She moaned audibly as she finger-fucked herself with three fingers. Jen gasped, her hips bucked and her face twisted up into a pleasure grimace as she pushed her fingers forward deep inside her wet vagina, stroking her G-spot. Her other hand came down from her heaving breasts and rubbed her hard clitoris. All three girls were at a loss for words as Jen's hips began humping both hands buried deep in her pussy. Michelle was pressing her fingers into the crotch of her pajama pants through the silk as her eyes were locked on her friend s fingers as they vibrated against her clit, making a slurping sound. Still standing in her bra and panties, Christina was struck by how beautiful Jen looked, thrashing about on the couch, her hips desperately humping away as both her hands worked away at her pungent pussy. Suddenly, Jen's eyes popped open as her orgasm swept over her body and her thighs slapped together, squeezing her hands between her legs. "Oh....Fuck&.so fucking good," Jen groaned, her whole body convulsing as wave after wave wracked her naked body. "Christina&I m&.I'm cumming&ahhhh&!!!" Her whole body went rigid and she let out a mixture of a cry and a moan and held her body taught for a moment&then crashed back down on the sofa in a sweaty heap. It took two or three minutes for all four girls to recover from Jen's powerful climax. As she stood looking down at the sweaty girl before her in erotic bliss, Christina could smell the musky aroma of her climax. Jen left her fingers in her vagina for a while, feeling her muscles tense and release around her digits as her chest heaved. Christina was dumbfounded at her roommate s live show, not sure how she should feel, but knowing that she felt like she was leaking by the teaspoon, her wetness running like a river down her inner thigh. It was Michelle again who snapped her out of her momentary trance. "Christina, do you have a vibrator?" "Um, no. Of course not." "You wouldn't lie to me would you?" "No. I don't have one." Michelle leaned forward and put her hands on her knees, her breasts swaying freely between her arms. She glanced over at Jen, who looked like she had just run a marathon in the nude. "Just for that," Michelle said. "I'm sure you should take your bra off." "No&I'm sorry, no!" but it was too late, as Christina's fingers moved up to undo the fittings with a mind of their own. The clasp was undone and Christina's perfect breasts sprang free in all their glory. Michelle had only seen breast like hers in her brother s girly magazines: they seemed to almost perk up toward her chin instead of showing any sign of sag, despite their impressive size. "Nice tits, Chris," Jen said, still a bit out of breath. "Are you sure you don't have one?" "No, I mean yes, I mean no, yes&yes, fuck," Christina said, not trying to cover her beautiful breasts anymore, knowing that these three witches would make her move her hands anyway. "I keep it in my bed stand drawer, behind my bible." "Kinky," Michelle said, absently stroking her firm breasts through her silky top. "Andrea, do you mind." The red head smiled and headed down the hallway towards Christina's room. Recovered, but still red faced and sweaty, Jen pulled her tank top over her head, her moist breasts pressing through the fabric and leaving nothing to the imagination. Bare chested, her will all but broken by the charged sexual energy in the room, Christina sat back down on her stool, pressing the fabric of the seat cushion up against her agitated pussy lips. "Easy, now dear," Jen said, her hand straying back down to her still exposed, and glistening vaginal lips. She pointed to Christina's hips, grinding against the cushion. "You ll have plenty of time for that in a little bit, I'm sure of it." Christina suddenly heard a soft buzzing behind her as Andrea returned to the room. Her face was glowing as she held Christina's favorite toy in both hands. The vibrator was long and thin and pink, with the words "Pink Lady" printed along its base. "Girls, look at this! This may be the cutest thing I've ever seen," Andrea said with a slightly drunken giggle. "It s pink for god s sake! Daddy s little girl has a pink vibrator! Hiding your little friend behind your bible is so, so naughty, Christina." For the first time since entering the living room, Christina actually looked more annoyed than shocked or humiliated. She sat on her stool with her legs parted and her hands on her hip. Her bare breasts sitting like a perfectly carved sculpture on her chest. Her eyes never strayed from Jen's juicy vagina as she spoke. "Give me a break, where the hell and I supposed to hide it?" Christina said, her tone exasperated. "God, you bitches have hypnotized me or something, but please, spare me just a shred of dignity?" "Oh, spare us Christina," Michelle said with an evil smile. "I d much rather know more about the Pink Lady here." Andrea gazed at the vibrator like a child on Christmas morning. She sat down on the floor Indian-style next to Christina's chair, her long sleep-shirt riding up to her waist. Christina looked down to see the red-head s auburn-colored pubic hair above her perfectly shaved vaginal lips. Anyone could see that Andrea was every bit as aroused as Jen had been only seconds before. Nestled below her trimmed auburn curls, Andrea's lips were bisected by a cloudy drop of fluid running down toward her behind. The sight and smell of now two naked vaginas so close to where Christina sat was all she could handle. She wondered if her own vaginal lips looked so swollen and purple. "So, how often does the pink lady here come out to play," Andrea said, twisting the dial on the vibrator s base, causing the toy to buzz louder. "I bet your little snatch is full of her every night. And I thought I was hearing your electric tooth brush." "Just shut up," Christina said, the angry blush rising in her cheeks. "Just mind your own business." "I'm sure you want to tell us all about how you play with your little toy there," Jen said. Her finger had strayed back to her wet vagina, circling her saturated opening. "All right, fine," Christina spit out. "I use it lots of ways. Some times like last night, I'm really horny and I just want to come really fast. So I turn it all the way up and slide it all the way up my, my pussy and press it against my clit. Other times, I take it slower." Andrea clicked the dial back to its slowest setting. The vibe made a low hum, barely audible over the girl's breathing. "Like this?" Andrea said, sliding the buzzing wand over her shoulders and collar-bone. "I've never used one of these before, Chris. I can tell why they sell them as muscle relaxers." "Yeah, like that," Christina continued, staring off into space. Her hands had found their way back to her breasts, cupping them lightly. "I like to take a scented bath with candles and drink some wine. Then I get out of the tub, dry myself off and lie down on my bead in front of the full-length mirror. I prop myself up so I can lean back against the headboard so I can get a good look at my spread pussy in the mirror. I keep the vibe on the low setting and tickle my boobs and nipples until they stand up." As she spoke, Andrea ran the buzzing tip over her soft breasts through the thin cotton of her night-shirt. She teased her own nipples until they stood out like arrows under the material. Andrea let out a contented sigh as Christina continued. For her part, Christina was now absent-mindedly stroking her perky breasts. "I like to feel the vibrations in my tummy as I slide it down over my belly button to my pussy. I can feel it all over my pubic hair and it sends butterflies in my stomach. Then I just barely touch my outer lips and watch as they get all puffy and red in the mirror. I can actually see my little clit come poking out of its hiding place as I buzz all around my slit." "Like this, Christina," Andrea panted. She had the pink wand between her legs, teasing her naked lips. Her eyes were closed and her face glowed in erotic bliss. "The vibration feels sooo sexy&mmmm&.then&then what do you do?" Christina glanced up at the other two girls on the couch. At some point, Michelle had taken off her pajama pants and now had her hand inside her see-through mesh panties. Jen now had two fingers in her vagina, slowly moving in and out, in and out. Both of them had their eyes glued on the pink vibrator between Andrea's thighs. "After I tease myself for a while," Christina continued, her voice a throaty whisper. "I can see all the blood has rushed to my pussy and that itch is there, deep inside my cunt. I part my lips with two fingers of my other hand so I can see myself open up like a flower in the mirror. God, I feel so fucking horny telling you this." Christina was pinching her tight nipples with one perfectly manicured hand and was now lightly rubbing herself through the wet patch at the center of her panties. Andrea was mimicking Christina's story and had her slick vaginal lips parted with one hand and just lightly touching her open pussy with the vibrator. "Tell me what&what then," Andrea moaned, her thighs quivering as her friends on the couch sped up the motions of their fingers on their sex. Jen was gasping and rubbing her soaked pussy in tight little circles while Michelle rubbed her clit in an up and down motion. Both girls were finding it difficult to keep their eyes trained on the vibrator. "Just a second," Christina said, standing up and quickly walking across the room to retrieve a plush recliner chair. She replaced her stool and sat down, reclining all the way back so that her hips were above her head. She grasped her soaked panties and pushed them down over her thighs and kicked them off her ankle. Michele and Jen smiled that she was finally joining into the fun and returned to their breathless moans. If Christina's breasts were a work of art, her pussy was beyond compare. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a perfect rectangle; both sides of it were smooth as silk, with no razor marks at all. She lay back on the cushions and let her blond hair fall about her beautiful face. She then raised her knees up and spread her long beautiful legs wide, giving Jen a Michele quite an eyeful. Andrea momentarily looked up and smiled. "After lightly touching my pussy at a low setting for a couple of minutes, I'm ready to be fucked good," Christina purred, closing her eyes and fingering her hard clitoris with her middle finger. "I turn the vibe on medium and slide just the tip into my vagina&oh&I'm so wet, so ready&Sometimes that's enough to make me come right there. Then I slowly, slowly inch it all the way into me&slowly, one centimeter at a time, until its buzzing all the way up into my womb. Oh..yess&" Christina had her whole palm pressed into her wetness, kneading her fingers into her flesh. Andrea had followed along with Christina's description, and now had the vibe buried to the hilt in her snatch. The new sensation was too much as her orgasm hit her full force. She writhed around the carpet, drooling and moaning as one wave after another washed through her. Christina, in her full naked glory, pulled her hand out of her crotch and stood up. She walked past her other two roommates, both whom were squealing and crying out as one orgasm after another ripped though them. Christina bent over above Andrea, in the midst of her second earth-shattering climax. Her nails gripped the carpet and her head shook from side to side as the vibrator, stilled buried to the hilt in her quivering pussy, brought her closer to a third orgasm. Christina reached out and grasped the base of the vibrator and ripped it out, like Arthur pulling out Excalibur. Andrea's eyes popped open in shock as the sudden movement sent her over the edge and she screamed in pleasure. "I believe this is mine," Christina said. She quickly returned to her old position amidst the moaning on the couch. Hastily, she clicked the vibrator to full power, making it buzz like a beehive. She spread her congested lower lips and rudely jammed the entire length of the wand deep into her vagina. Instantaneously, one of the most powerful orgasms of her life spread out from her pussy and tingled every nerve in her body. She arched her back and screamed like an opera singer. Slowly, all four girls came back down to earth after their own series of orgasms subsided. Each slumped into sweaty heaps and looked around the room, not sure if they had dreamed what had just happened. "I don't know about the rest of you," Christina said, shutting the vibrator off. "I'm going to remember this day for a long, long time. I'm sure of it."