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 "Glory Daze: Elegantly Wasted" by Eagle1 (mfmf, m+/f, high school, orgy)

   Toby had been one of the first guys I met when my family moved to
Colorado.  We had both gone out for and joined the football team my first
year of school.  He'd been just like one of the other guys.

   I think it's safe to say that I liked him immediately.  And our
friendship had started from the first day of football practice.

   But now Toby was different.

   It had started with little things.

   But even though Toby had become one of those guys who is mostly a loner,
and who quickly gets pushed to the social fringes because of his
eccentricities, we remained close friends throughout school, much to the
surprise of everyone else.

   The guys called him a stoner.

   He stood out from the day to day surroundings of the backcountry.  A
person who looked like he would be a better fit in New York or Los Angeles.
He dyed his blond hair blue.

   Then there were the other whispers.  You see the hair was only part of
it.  Toby didn't act like his fellow teammates.  He smoked cigarettes like
a chimneystack.  He skipped out on classes to smoke pot.  His regular
friends weren't the other jocks on the team.  He ran with the leather
jacket wearing, dangerous looking crowd most people would ordinarily call
bad elements.  The girls he was seen with frequently were the kind that
most people in polite society would call trash, along with the staple Goth
chicks in leather.

   The guys called him a fag.

   But never to his face.  Toby did not overtly act gay.  Not that he acted
like a straight jock either.  He had his own signature style.  He was a
great football player, and that would have saved his rep with most of the
guys anyway.  But, frankly, some of the guys were nervous around him,
because of the whispers.  Even though everyone had seen him macking on
girls at the football parties he did go to.  Most girls I knew found him
alluring.  He was certainly handsome.  And he was rugged and built from
hours spent in the gym.

   Toby was a heartbreaker.

   It was like he lived some kind of weird, schizophrenic double lifestyle.
Sometimes I wished that I had the courage to act so carefree.  In reality,
I knew that Toby and I might be friends, but I was far too constrained by
my own social circle to live with such outward abandon.

   I lived the life of the typical jock.

   --The Proposition-

   All this was running through my mind as I watched Toby walk up the other
side of the street with a Latino girl on his arm.  She was a rough looking
character, and she was snapping her bubble gum and wearing his leather
jacket.  Toby rarely wore the letterman's jacket he got because of his
position on the varsity squad.  His outfit today consisted of a ripped up
sleeveless shirt and leather pants.  It never surprised me the kind of shit
I would see him dressed in.  As it had no sleeves, I noticed that he'd
gotten a new tattoo of a dragon curled around his left bicep.

   It looked pretty cool.

   I was coming out of a store with some supplies that I'd picked up when
Toby noticed me looking in his direction.  He gave me a friendly little
wave, and patted his girl on the ass, sending her into coffee shop with an
open mouthed French kiss in front of God and everybody.  Once he'd sent her
inside he jogged over to where I was standing by my bike.

   "Marc, my man," he asked, all shit-eating grin, "How's it goin?"

   "Not too bad," I said, giving his proffered hand a manly shake, "Who's
the girl?"

   "Just some bitch I met," he said, dismissively, "She puts out, man,
that's all I care about."

   "Yeah, well," I said grinning at him, "What more do you want?"

   "That's just my point," he said, guardedly, "I need to ask a favor,
dude, and I knew you were the man to talk to."

   "Oh?" I inquired, "What can I do for you?"

   "I met this girl over in Fort Collins."

   He paused then.  It seemed like he wanted to say more, but he looked
oddly shy for a second, and then looked away up the street.

   "Tell me more, man," I said, encouragingly, "Don't leave me in
suspense."

   "Well," he said, slowly collecting his wits, "She's looking for a guy
for her friend."

   "Dude," I asked him, "Are we talking doubles here?  As in date?"

   "Something like that," he said nodding, and then leaning towards me
conspiratorially he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "These bitches
only come in pairs.  Can't have one without the other and all that
bullshit. Man, they want to try a foursome and I thought maybe you'd be the
man to help us out."

   "At the same time?" I asked lasciviously, "Don't worry, man.  I've got
your back.  That's awesome."

   He looked, well, a little relieved, like a guy who's nervous about
something, but still figured he knew what the outcome would be.

   "Christ, bro," I said, "I'm always up for that kind of shit."

   "Well you and I've been friends for a while," he said, hitting me on the
arm, "But not everyone's into that kind of shit.  I figured you'd be the
man."

   "Yeah, I'm all over that," I said enthusiastically, "Happy to help a
brutha out.  What're we talking about?"

   "Oh, they're hot man, they're...."

   Toby started to give me the details, but a shout from his little Latin
mama across the street brought him back to reality.

   "Duty calls," he said shrugging, "Look.  I'll call you in a couple days.
Tell you all about it.  So keep Friday night open man, okay?"

   I nodded and with that he was off and back to the side of his woman. 
But, good as his word, he did call me up later and told me he'd gotten all
the details taken care of.  My date was to be a surprise, but he stressed
that I wouldn't be disappointed.  I was also to pick up a box of condoms
for us for the evening.  We agreed that we'd all meet up with the girls at
one of the bars in Fort Collins that Friday night.  Simple as pie.

   --The Bar-

   The air in room was thick and smoky.

   I took a drag off my cigarette and then casually ashed it into the tacky
green plastic ashtray that sat on the bar.  I took a swig from my Corona at
the same time.

   I glanced around at the other bar patrons.  Most of them were huddled
around in small groups shooting the shit or trying to pick up women.  There
were also plenty of folks out on the dance floor, stomping around or slow
dancing as the tempo of the music changed from time to time.  It was
country music mostly.  The kind of stuff that I rarely ever listened to
unless I was in a place like this.

   We were all dressed pretty much the same, it being a sweltering night. I
had on one of those muscle tank top shirts.  I knew it showed off my upper
body to its best advantage and called attention to my painted on jeans. 
Capping off my ensemble, such as it was, was my favorite black Stetson hat.
Never got laid without it.  Or at least I didn't used to back then.

   The rest of the patrons were dressed much the same as myself, more or
less.  The women sought either to show off or to keep as cool as they
possibly could.  The men had much the same motives.  The only one who'd
shown up dressed any differently was Toby.  He was dressed pretty much the
same as everyone else, but he'd left off the hat and decided to go leather
jacket cool instead.

   My date was saying something to Toby, and that drew my attention back to
the matter at hand.

   Toby had been right, not that I'd ever doubted him for a moment.  My
date was a hot number.  I love hot women.  Especially when they have nice
big tits hanging down in front of them like Marissa's did that night. 
Marissa was blonde.  Very blonde, if you take my meaning.  With all the
baggage that phrase implies.  So was her friend Viviane, Toby's date.  But
she was smoking fine.  All tight curves.  Luscious round ass and legs that
never stopped.

   I don't know what Toby had been thinking.  Probably the same thing he'd
been thinking with.  His taste in women was very broad, but I always
thought he, like me, steered more towards brunettes than blondes.  Maybe
he'd thought I'd like these two.  Who knows?  When all was said and done,
they had tits and a pussy each, so I was satisfied.  Besides it wasn't
every day of the week you had the opportunity to fuck someone who looked
like they could make a living in porn.

   The bubble gum twins had met us here about a half hour before.  Aside
from making me horny as hell, there wasn't much else to them.  The
conversation had me bored out of my mind within three minutes flat.  As
often as I'd heard dumb blonde jokes, I guess until now I'd figured that it
was some sort of unfair stereotype.  But then again I guess it wouldn't be
a stereotype if it didn't have some grain of truth somewhere.  These two
fit the bill perfectly.

   Finally after a couple beers Marissa said the first meaningful thing to
come out of her mouth that evening.

   "So are you guys gonna fuck us or what?"

   I glanced up coolly up at the titty sisters and thought to myself that
fucking them was about all they were probably good for.  But instead of
verbalizing that thought I put on my most handsome grin and said, "Darlin
that sounds like a good plan to me.  Toby, my man, what do you say?"

   Toby smiled equally charmingly at both Viv and Marissa, giving each one
his full attention in turn.

   I thought the look in his eyes was more that of a predator running down
his prey, but then he said most encouragingly, "Well ladies, I've paid cash
for a hotel room that's just going to waste.  Why don't we go fuck until we
can't stand up anymore?"

   The girls giggled like virgins at a rodeo, their DD cup tits bouncing up
and down in those too tight shirts like little metronomes.  I found it
quite hypnotic.

   "Come on then," said Toby, with a slight nod of his head.

   And then he was off towards the door.  The girls smiled at one another
as if sharing a secret and followed where he led.  That left me the odd one
out still at the bar.  I slammed back the rest of my beer and put a few
bills down on the counter to cover the last round of drinks.

   We were hurried with carnal anticipation.  Although the ride to the
motel was pretty short all things considered, being only slightly further
down the interstate than where we had just met up.  The girls had driven to
the bar in their own vehicle, while Toby had taken a truck, which I'm sure
he borrowed from his dad.  I'd hitched a ride with him.  To be fair, I rode
in the jeep with Marissa following Toby and Viv in his truck.  In twenty
short minutes we were all standing outside Room 314 of the local Motel 6.
The parking lot had all of the usual suspects: truckers and folks passing
through looking for a place to stay, and of course those people like us
four who were just looking for a secluded spot to have a good time.  The
overall lack of vehicles in the lot seemed to indicate that most of the
place was empty.

   Which was fine by me.

   --Room 314-

   The nice thing about this motel, I thought to myself, as I casually
leaned against the wall, one arm around Marissa's shoulders, was that you
could go directly to your room without having to run into anyone else.  It
was the ideal locale to get laid in.

   Toby got the door key to work after the second try and we all tumbled
in.

   The room was a typical double on the first floor.  Two queen size beds
stood against one wall and there were the other usual assorted amenities of
dressers, bedside tables, a shitty little television with HBO, and the
like. Toby and I had been here earlier.  A bottle of cheap champagne was
chilling on the dresser, next to the box of condoms I'd purchased that
afternoon, keeping company with some pot and a pipe that lay on the bedside
table closest to the bathroom.

   The piece of shit room didn't have any air conditioning I noticed.  A
ceiling fan was going round and round above our heads.  Toby smiled and
opened up a sliding glass door in the back of the room that looked like it
opened up onto a small patio.  There were bushes and shit between what
looked like a pool area and our room, so you couldn't quite see into the
room from the pool.

   Viv was the one to speak up first, "Great, there's a pool.  Is there a
hot tub?"

   "Just like the sign says out front, baby," quipped Toby, taking off his
leather jacket and tank top, leaving his chest bare, "We've got everything
here."

   I got distracted when the girls giggled as they caught sight of the
tattoo on Toby's bare back for the first time.  He had a giant colorful
oriental dragon curled into a spiral over the right shoulder blade.  He
walked over to where the pipe was located and smiled at us.

   "Anyone want some?" he smiled at us as he said it, sitting on the edge
of the bed.

   The girls giggled again, which was getting a little annoying by this
point, but since they were cute and fuckable, I forgave them.  Each moved
nearer Toby, one sitting on either side, sort of hanging on him.

   I sat down on the other bed across from Toby.  He took a hit from the
pipe and then passed it to Viv, who did the same and passed it to Marissa.
I got my turn last.  The weed hit me pretty strong at first, since I wasn't
all that used to it.

   But it gave me a nice mellow feeling.

   Toby just ignored everything, and took another hit when I offered the
pipe back to him.  When he was finished he reached one hand up to grab onto
Viv's right tit.  Maybe she was starting to feel the effects of the pot or
maybe she was just naturally a slut, after all she had come here to get
royally fucked, but she responded by kissing him back with a passion that
bordered on obscene.  Which was perfect to me.  Their tongues danced into
each other's mouths.  The pipe was quickly passed back over to Marissa, who
made good use of it.  Toby and Viv, oblivious to the rest of us in the
room, just started going at.  He leaned her way so that he pushed her down
onto the bed until he was resting on his elbows on top of her.

   The stifling heat of the room was somewhat abated by the cooler evening
breeze coming in from the open sliding glass doors.  I decided to slip out
of my shirt, what little of it there was, in order to take the most
advantage I could from the cooler air.  I leaned back onto the bed when I
was finished and looked over at Marissa, who until now had been ignoring my
presence.  Toby was otherwise engrossed in getting off Viv's top as quickly
as possible.

   Marissa was a piece of art, I decided.

   She had no brains to speak of, but those fucking big tits really were
perfect.  Her sleeveless shirt had ridden up enough by this point to expose
her smooth tight stomach.  And as she sat on the end of that bed across
from me, she crossed her legs.  Undoubtedly her best feature.  Long and
lean, shaved smooth.

   As I leaned there, with my mind considering all of the amusing
possibilities of such a body, I grew harder against the front of my jeans.
When I started rubbing my crotch Marissa finally took a last drag from the
pipe and got up and set it down on top of the dresser.  She then looked
over at me lounging across the bed and smiled.

   I smiled back, knowing what was coming.

   She walked over to me and peeled off her tight shirt.  She was braless
and those gorgeous mounds spilled down in front of her, each still young
enough and firm enough that they had a youthful bounce that kept them up
near her chest.  Each breast sported a round rosy nipple.  Big, but not so
large as to overpower the milky whiteness of skin.

   Behind her Toby had begun to undo Viv's shorts and pulled them off to
reveal a beautiful shaven pussy, its lips pink and swollen in anticipation.

   Marissa, smartly, came up between the beds and got down onto her knees
in front of me.  She undid my belt buckle and began to slide off my tight
jeans.  The bulge of my johnson was obvious.  Once she'd slipped the jeans
to my knees, she pulled down my tented boxers too, determined to get at her
prize underneath.

   I never know what a woman is going to say or do when she first sees my
cock in its glory.  Usually there is a moment of pleasure or panic, or
both. Sometimes it's just good old fashioned satisfaction.  Marissa's eyes
got larger as she took in the half hard log before her.  I could feel my
little man harden further as she stared, apparently never having seen a man
as big as myself, although she was undoubtedly not a virgin.

   "Hot damn!" she exclaimed.

   Smirking at her, I asked, "So, darlin are you gonna use it or do I need
to give you an instruction manual?"

   "I'm no virgin you know," she responded tartly, "I can handle it."

   Toby lifted his head up from Viv's pussy lips for a moment to look at
us. His eyes drifted from my face, down my muscular torso until he reached
my dick.  Then he hesitated for a moment, his eyes growing ever so
imperceptibly.  Then he grinned slowly.  It was like he was checking out my
equipment.  He may have seen me in the showers plenty times before, but
he'd never seen me at full staff.  Neither of us were the kind who popped a
boner in the locker room.

   His eyes met mine again as he smirked at me, but he didn't dwell long,
turning his attention back to his business.

   Marissa meanwhile had definitely decided she could handle me, if there'd
been any doubt in the first place.  She took her hands and started working
my shaft, while she used her tongue to lick my balls.  Then she proceeded
to give me the best blowjob she knew how to do, working my shaft, sucking
on the tip, sliding as much of me down her throat as she could manage.  The
girl knew her stuff.  I suppose she'd spent plenty sweaty nights with boys
in cars and seedy motel rooms like this one.  I closed my eyes enjoying the
feeling of her warm wet tongue on my nether regions, feeling the sweep of
her long blonde hair as it brushed against my thighs and six-pack.

   I heard someone getting up off a bed and then Toby asked me in a voice
gruff from exertion, "Marc, where'd I put the raincoats again?"

   It took me a second before I could find the words, "Over on the
dresser."

   That was indeed where we'd left the box of condoms.  I didn't know how
often Toby or I was going to cum, but I always figured I'd get plenty of
use out of the leftovers, and it was cheaper to buy them in bulk.

   I looked at the bed past Marissa's head as she worked her way around my
cock.  Viv was laying there, now completely naked, stretched back across it
luxuriously.  She had a better body than Marissa, no doubt about it. 
Somehow it was more shapely and more proportioned, whereas Marissa was more
voluptuous and a little shorter, stockier.  Not that there was much
difference between the two otherwise.

   Toby had stripped off his boots, jeans and boxers.  A rattlesnake
adorned his right ass cheek.  He'd found the condoms and unwrapped one of
the extra pleasure ribbed and lubricated ones with his teeth.  I got a good
view of his extended equipment when he turned towards Viv to put it on.  He
was a respectably good-sized boy, surprisingly larger than average, but no
where near my league.

   In a hurry to get to her pussy, he stroked himself as he slipped the
rubber down his shaft.

   Fully protected, Toby climbed onto the bed near Viv.  He turned her over
so that she was on her knees; her ass stuck up, waving in the air.  Using
the flat of his hand, he first gave her a light slap across the backside,
teasingly, and then used the fingers of both hands to massage and prep her
ass and the pussy hole he'd just freshly sucked.  She looked back in his
direction, longingly, begging to be fucked.  He pulled apart her cheeks
exposing her pussy to his hungry cock and positioned himself at her hole.
He only pressed the shaft against her, but didn't go any further.

   She moaned with his touch, waiting, looking back at him again with that
look that said so much.  Then with aching slowness he entered her.  When he
was buried inside, he took his hands and placed them on her hips to guide
her.  Slowly he moved back and forth inside her, releasing her hips once
she had gotten into a rhythm of fucking him back.

   On his knees, his ass muscles clenched as he jack hammered her pussy,
plowing into her, sometimes grabbing her hips again when he couldn't help
himself.  Viv started to moan quite loudly and Toby began to grunt with
effort.  Her pussy made some of the customary farting sounds as the air
between his mighty thrusts escaped her lips from time to time around his
cock.  Then he leaned over her, arching his chest against her back, so that
he could cup her breasts into both of his hands.  Placing little kisses up
and down her spine as he did so.

   Watching him thrust just got me going and made me harder than ever
before.

   "Marissa, let me fuck you," I begged my partner.

   She got up, some of her saliva still clinging to my iron rod, and
slipped off her tight Daisy Duke shorts.  She smiled over her shoulder as
she went over to the dresser and took one of the condoms out one of the
box. Her underwear was a white thong that disappeared up into the crack of
her ass.

   "Do you know how to torture a boy," I said, grinning crookedly.

   "Let's see where this goes," she said inquiringly.

   She unwrapped it more delicately than Toby had his.

   "Hope it fits," she added.

   "No problem, baby," I said, "I got the extra large size."

   She slipped it down my shaft with a practiced ease, the sheath providing
an extra sensation and yet somehow dulling the experience as well.

   Toby meanwhile had flipped Viv over so that she was now facing him, and
he paused for a moment to eat her pussy again.

   Once my prick was dressed up to play, Marissa wasted no time in climbing
on top of me and pushing aside her thong.  I helped her position herself
above me, and guided her down onto my purple head.  Her shaven pussy was
pretty tight, but it was also pretty dry, and it occurred to me for the
first time that I hadn't bothered to get her lubed up at all, which was a
major mistake on my part as there was no way that she was going to get my
nearly ten inches of dick inside her without some kind of extra
lubrication, at least not painlessly.  The head of my dick was wedged
between her pink lips, but it was going no further.  She gave up trying to
force the situation and I hurriedly spit into my right hand as I lay back
against the bed and jacked my rubber sheathed cock off until my efforts had
achieved an extra level of lube around the thing that was allegedly
lubricated already.  With my other hand I worked her pussy and clit for a
minute with practiced ease.  What had been a sense of frustration began to
turn into pleasure as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feelings that I
was stimulating.  She was not yet near an orgasm, but she was getting moist
around the edges and that would be enough to start with.

   I helped her climb back on top of me, and this time when she straddled
me and she sank down onto my cock, I actually began to enter her.  My dick
edged past her lips inch by inch until I hit the very back of cervix.  Her
ass rested against my balls, and I was buried inside her further than any
man had ever been before me.  Her pussy walls surrounded me with their
velvety smoothness leaving me hidden up inside her womb.

   Then our fucking began in earnest.

   Marissa bounced down onto my thighs and I thrust back against her
waiting pussy.  She moaned telling me she enjoyed the way I filled her up.
I alternated my strokes to give her different sensations.  With my hands I
grabbed firmly onto her ass, to help steer her and control her rocking
movements to give her the most pleasure possible.  I was rewarded by the
tickle of her juices that I could now see coating my shaft.  She would be
cumming hard soon.

   I looked over at Toby for a minute saw that he had continued his work in
Viv's cunt oblivious to Marissa and me.  Viv was positioned with her back
against the bed and there was a pillow placed under the small of her back.
Still on his knees, as when he was fucking her doggy style, Toby was
slipping into her this way.  Face up.  I watched as he leaned over her,
then on his hands and knees, his thrusting even more intense than it had
been earlier.  He leaned his head down and they began kissing
intermittently between his more serious bouts of thrusting.

   Then Marissa said to me, seeing the direction of my gaze, "Marc, give it
to me harder.  I want to feel your big cock slam into me the way his is
slamming into her."

   I wondered not for the first time whether Toby had fucked these two
before?  And how often?  Did Marissa know his cock as intimately as she was
getting to know mine?  Then it occurred to me to ask myself why it should
even matter at all.  I'd fucked girls with other guys before.  Why should
it matter now?

   But for some reason it did.

   Then Toby did something that no guy had ever done to me.  He looked over
at me as we fucked.  Really watching me, watching him.  Acknowledging it.
He was getting off on it.  On me.  Not his cock stuffed into Viv's cunt,
although I'm sure that helped, no he was enjoying me being there, getting
off too, and getting off watching him.  It was the weirdest feeling, not
like the solidarity one guy feels when another one scores.  Something
stirred within me that I didn't even know was there.

   For the first time I really took in Toby's body.  Not as an object of
respect, the way a guy sees another built guy or envies his skill at sports
or whatever, but as an object of desire.

   The same thing I felt when looking at Marissa.

   I watched his tight ass as it worked, as the muscles clenched powerfully
with each thrust, the way his thighs contracted in that position.  The way
his arms flexed as he supported himself there.  I realized for the first
time that he was looking at me the same way, and that I was enjoying it.  I
was enjoying him.  And it was making me harder than ever.

   Usually, the first time I'm in an unfamiliar pussy I come pretty fast.
Which is good, because then I can really hold out the second, third, fourth
or however many times and make it last for my partner, give me time to make
her cum over and over.

   But suddenly I was thrown off balance.  I wanted to cum desperately and
I couldn't.  Toby and I were in a race.

   I knew one thing, I sure as shit was never going to get there pumping at
this leisurely pace.

   Without much warning I flipped Marissa over onto her back, temporarily
forcing the air from her lungs.  She looked up at me surprised, but also
pleased.  Apparently she liked it rough.  I pulled her one leg over my
shoulder and half kneeling on the bed I proceeded to give her the hardest
pounding of her young life.

   I was desperate to cum.

   She moaned and groaned in response to my thrusts.  I could feel the
spasming of her pussy lips and knew she was enjoying herself; it was only a
matter of time before she came all over the place.  We made it like that
for a long time.  Sometimes in my haste I would pull out too far and when I
thrust back against her it would be against her outside of her pussy lips
and not inside.  I was so engrossed in watching Toby that I didn't even
notice until she'd pull me back inside her again.

   I felt my balls start to churn in that slow steady pleasure you feel
before you spill your seed, but still, even enveloped in the velvety grip
of her pussy, I couldn't make it over the hill.  Every time I thought I was
going to explode, the feeling would subside and it would just be me
thrusting frantically again.

   Toby was having about the same amount of luck I guess.  With Viv's legs
now over his shoulders he was banging away, really nailing her.  He looked
at me, and then looked at my cock.  He stared at my thrusts very intently,
measuring the strength of each one with his eyes as he watched.  Then
suddenly I knew that something had snapped inside of him.  Whatever he'd
been holding onto, whatever wall had been blocking him suddenly crumbled. I
could see intense pleasure screw up his face and he looked me right in the
eyes as he came.  He had that glassy-eyed look of happiness that told me
everything I needed to know.

   And it nearly pushed me over the edge too.

   Marissa meanwhile, was working on her own orgasm and was not to be
denied.  She grabbed the muscles of my shoulders and hung on like she was
on a bucking bronco.  My thrusts were no longer steady and were coming
fast, hard and jagged in their rhythm.

   Toby had collapsed onto the bed with Viv and the two engaged in some
post-coital coupling.

   My cock was feeling the pull from Marissa's tight snatch.  Her arched
back and long low moan were enough to convince me that she'd reached
whatever orgasm she might have been good for at that point, screaming like
a banshee.  It only took me a matter of thirty or so more thrusts before I
loosened my load into my latex glove.  My orgasm was very intense, and
Marissa took her time finishing off hers as well.  For a minute I felt as
if in shock.  I just knelt there, suspended, cock still in pussy, waiting
for the last shudder to leave my body.

   When it came I looked down at Marissa's grinning face, and smiled at her
in return.  I still felt pretty stiff, but was slowly softening.  And I
pulled out of her cunt with a satisfying sucking sound.  The condom
glistened with her moist juices and I could see my own cum inside it lodged
around my mushroom head.

   I crashed on the bed, devoid of energy for a moment.

   We all sort of lay there for a minute.  Marissa got up far enough to
reach her purse and pulled out some smokes.  I took the proffered cigarette
and lit hers and mine.  Usually, being an athlete, I don't smoke, but this
evening I'd already lit up three.

   I leaned back on the bed, against the pillows, and wiped the sweat from
my brow.  My cock, still sheathed, was deflating to the point where I
pulled the condom off with ease and tossed it into the wastebasket. 
Marissa cuddled against my strong chest under the protection of my left
arm.

   "Christ," I said, "It's hotter than a fuck on a Sunday morning in here."

   Viv was the first one to speak up and suggested that maybe we should
take advantage of the pool.  Glancing at the clock on the television
revealed that it was 11:03 pm.  We'd been fucking for over half an hour,
but it sure as hell didn't feel that long.

   Marissa pointed out that we hadn't brought our suits and neither of them
were wearing bras.  Toby suggested that since it was quiet maybe we could
go skinny dipping or something.

   "Why don't you and Marissa go check out the pool," suggested Toby to
Viv, "And Marc and I will be out in a minute.  Then we can all come back to
the room and get laid again."

   The way he said it made me nervous.  For a few seconds I had forgotten
the whole incident that had happened a few minutes earlier, but now I had
this strange feeling that I should cover my dick in his presence.  Even
though he'd just watched me nail the shit out of this bitch.

   Marissa and Viv pulled their clothes on and went out to the pool.

   Toby got up and lit the pipe again, taking a long hit.  I sat up on the
edge of the bed and took the pipe when it was offered to me.

   "Was that good or what?" Toby asked with his signature grin, "Didn't I
tell you they'd be eager little beavers?"

   "Yeah," I said, taking a second hit, "You did."

   Toby kind of leaned towards me from where he was sitting on the bed.  I
wasn't sure if I felt uncomfortable or not.

   "So, man," I said, trying to keep what I was feeling out of my voice,
"What was that anyway?"

   What was I feeling?

   "That was some cheap good ole fashioned fucking," replied Toby.

   "Don't fuck with me dude," I told him, "You know what I mean."

   "That was nothing," he replied, "This is something."

   Without warning Toby moved his ass from his bed to a place next to me on
my bed.  I froze.  Never in my life had I been in such a position.  Toby
put his hand on my thigh.

   "Come on, Marc," he said, in a low voice, "Don't tell me you didn't like
it.  Don't tell me you don't like what I'm doing now."

   His hand moved dangerously up my leg into territory that hereto now had
only been the territory of a girl or my right hand.

   I turned to look into his eyes, and they held me there piercingly.  My
mind jogged back to the last girlfriend that I'd had, and I remember she
used to look at me that way.  But there was something else in those eyes. I
realized that was the way that most girls must see my eyes looking at them,
with need and lust.

   But I was damned if I wanted him to stop.

   He leaned in and before I could help myself I was kissing him back.  So
different from kissing Marissa a few minutes ago or any of the other girls
I've dated or fucked.  There was no masculine or feminine dynamic.  Just
each of us striving for dominance and enjoying each other's tongue.

   One thing I did realize in those few minutes of making out was that my
feelings for women hadn't evaporated in the least.  But as this awakening
came, I realized simply and as a matter of fact was that I must be
bisexual. The idea of being queer didn't even enter my mind, or the
equation, nor did the usual petty insults or jabs at the guys who were on
the periphery of the social scene.

   Then just as suddenly, Toby broke it off.  I could have gone on for a
while.  It was a new experience and I found that I was enjoying it.

   "Are you gay?" I asked him, calmly, not really thinking the question
through before asking it.

   "Are you?" he asked in response.

   Well there it was.  I guess I had my answer and I saw myself reflected
back in his eyes.  It's no wonder we had always been drawn together.

   Toby quickly got down on his hands and knees in front of me.  I was in
so much uncharted territory here I didn't know how to respond.  I was
completely being taken for a ride and I leaned back and let Toby take me
where he wanted to go.  It was a good thing.  No better or worse than
Marissa's blowjob had been earlier.  Just different.  Especially the
feeling of Toby's fine five o'clock shadow rubbing against my cock and
balls.

   All too soon it was over, as I exploded into his mouth, and he
expectantly got up and sat on the bed opposite me.  Turn about is fair play
I guess.  My virgin mouth went down to his dick searchingly.  I'd never
imagined in a million daydreams that I'd ever be here doing this with him
or any other guy.  Experimentally, I took him in my mouth a couple inches
at a time, trying to get him inside.  Trying desperately to remember the
instructions that I always gave to the newbie girls I fucked.  Slowly and
awkwardly it came back to me, and I was rewarded by Toby's pleasured groans
and moans.  Then before I even realized what was happening he too was
cumming.  In my mouth of all places, just as I'd done to him a few minutes
before.  The taste was salty and not quite pleasant.  I could see why some
women were not that excited about guys cumming down their throats.  Spit or
swallow time passed as I instinctively swallowed what he gave me.  It
didn't feel like all that much, especially considering it was his second
time cumming in a matter or minutes, even if we were young and had the
quick response times that guys have at that age.

   "Dude," I said, trying to get the salty taste out of my mouth, standing
up and walking away, "Do you take it up the ass?"

   "I did once," he admitted grudgingly.

   By this time I had made it to the bathroom sink and was using my hands
as a cup to get some water to my mouth to drink.  Nasty aftertaste I
thought to myself.  Like the one time I'd had escargots as a kid.

   "Jack Collins," Toby continued for my benefit when I came back out of
the bathroom and turned to look at him.

   As if anticipating my next question, he said, "He's queer as a three
dollar bill.  He used to give some of the guys blowjobs before the games
last year.  Sort of the team slut.  Well, with one or two of us anyway."

   "Nobody told me," I said, stressing nobody.

   "Well, you hang out with Greg and Steve and they're not known for being
very queer friendly," he said by way of explanation.

   "They're all right," I said, maybe more defensively than was necessary.

   "Yeah, well Jack doesn't know you guys like I know you guys."

   I stood there leaning against the door to the bathroom and grunted
acknowledgement.  Toby had a point, even if I didn't want to admit.  Steve
and Greg were some of my closest buddies, but they weren't gay friendly by
any stretch.  Sometimes you forget things hanging around with guys like
that all the time.

   "Besides," Toby went on, pulling my thoughts back to the present in the
process, "Did you know you were going to react this way?"

   "I don't know," I said.

   "Well now you do."

   "So, was this a setup or something?" I asked him frankly, the look on my
face demanding an answer.

   "No, man," he sighed, "I like pussy as much as you do.  I'd be lying
though if I'd said I hadn't dreamed about it happening.  I don't know.  Am
I fucked up?"

   He looked scared and fragile for a minute, so like a little kid.

   "No," I said softly, and then with more emphasis, "No, you are not
fucked up, or at least no more than anyone else.  No hard feelings, dude. I
can't promise you more than is in me to give, but this...whatever it
was...is cool."

   He looked relieved.  It never occurred to me that Toby gave a shit what
anyone thought of him, but obviously that just wasn't the case.  That was
when we heard laughter coming from the pool, and it jogged us back to the
reality of our surroundings.

   "Oh, the girls," he said devilishly, suddenly smiling.

   "Wonder what they're up to?" I asked, rhetorically.

   We both moved to slip on our boxer shorts, figuring that'd be enough in
this weather.  And being otherwise naked as jaybirds we set off towards the
incessant giggling we heard coming from the pool.

   --The Pool-

   The pool was ever so slightly up a little path from our back patio,
sheltered as the path was by a row of tall hedges.  The two buildings of
the motel formed an "L" shape and the pool was set a little between and
back from them so that it couldn't be seen from the main walkway to the
hotel, unless you chose to follow the short path from the ground floor. 
That and there was a high privacy fence that surrounded the pool to
separate it from what looked like an old mini-put golf green.  All of which
offered a considerable amount of isolation.

   Toby and I heard the girls as we walked up to the pool.  The breeze was
cooler and it felt good against my back.  Toby opened the door to the pool
area and we went in.  Marissa and Viv were not alone, and it looked like
they'd found a way to pass the since we'd left them alone.

   Viv was in the pool, shirt still on, splashing around and having a good
old time.  Marissa was on the edge of the pool, her feet tangling in the
water.  Viv's shirt was plastered wetly to her tits in like she'd been in a
wet t-shirt contest.

   In the water near Marissa was a guy of unknown origin who was trying
hard to get more familiar with her.  Another guy was sitting on the other
edge of the pool smoking a cigarette and a third guy was standing near
Marissa, a smoke in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other.  In fact
there were several bottles of beer near the edge of the pool.  Marissa took
a swig of one of her own.

   "Toby!  Marc!" called out Viv, waving, just as the guy in the pool with
her splashed water her way, "We were wondering what happened to you."

   "Long story," said Toby.

   "Well," said Marissa, "These guys were down here when we got here and
they decided to keep us company while we were waiting for you.  Marc, Toby,
this is Spencer, Mike, and Kyle," she said pointing out each of us in turn.

   We exchanged the usual courtesies.  The guys were, like Toby and I, in
just shorts or whatever passed for them, except the one identified to me as
Spencer, who had on one of those white tank top shirts, wife beater style.

   Spencer, standing near Marissa, told us, "Why don't you guys help
yourselves to a beer.  There's plenty."

   There were indeed three unopened six-packs remaining on a rusty old
table near the pool.

   Toby and I said thanks, took a beer, and hunkered down with them near
the pool.

   "So, let's go for a little swim," said Toby after a few minutes of idle
conversation, setting his beer down and taking a running jump into the
pool.

   Everything pretty much broke down then, Marissa slipped into the pool
and everyone just mellowed out having a good time in the water.  It was
obvious though that Kyle and Mike, now in the pool also, were aggressively
trying to put the moves onto our girls.  Much to the girl's enjoyment, I
might add.

   Meanwhile, Spencer and I had struck up a conversation.  Looks like the
guys were all college kids, down from Denver way, just out taking the air
for a long weekend.  They were all pretty cool actually, and after a few
more beers had been drunk, and more time had been spent in the warm waters
of the pool, we were all pretty relaxed.  Spencer and I sat a little
further down the way from everyone else shooting the shit.  My initial
jealousy had long ago ebbed into a genuine liking for Spencer.

   "That's some fine ass," he said to me after we'd passed a comfortable
silence staring at the girls.

   I grunted in agreement, taking another swig of beer.

   "Are you guys...uh, you know?" he asked trying to get around the subject
as delicately as he knew how.

   "Together?" I suggested helpfully.

   "Yeah," he said.

   "No, it's not like that," I said, "We've got no claim on them.  Never
even met them before tonight."

   "Cool," he said.

   "I did fuck Marissa though."

   "Shit, dude!" he said incredulously, "You mean you fucked her tonight?"

   "Yeah, not more than two hours ago," I said with satisfaction, "Why the
fuck you think we're in this flea trap?"

   "She's fine, man," he said sadly, "I'd like to fuck her myself.  Too bad
you two already hooked up tonight."

   "Shit, man," I replied, "No problem.  You want some of that?"

   Spencer didn't answer me right away, so I pressed him on the matter.

   "Don't be such a pussy," I told him, "Yes or no?"

   "Fuck yes," he grunted grudgingly, "I'd love me some of that."

   "That's what I thought," I told him, and then I called out loudly to
Marissa, "Yo!  Marissa!"

   She turned to look at me, "Yeah?  What is it you got to holler all the
way across the pool for?"

   Kyle moved a little further away from her quickly, probably nervous that
I'd caught him.  For all that I was pretty sure he'd just gotten a feel of
her tits under the water.  The girl's wet shirts were clinging tightly to
their chests, giving all of us a great view of their tits.  Toby was,
meanwhile, intermittently making out with Viv while Mike sat on the edge of
the pool nearby, occasionally exchanging a few words with them when Toby's
tongue wasn't down Viv's throat.

   "Spence here wants to fuck you," I told her, "What do you say to that?"

   She really looked at Spencer, maybe for the first time.  In fact, not
surprisingly, everyone was now looking at Spencer.

   Marissa said sweetly, "Let me see your cock, Spence."

   "You heard the girl," I said, elbowing him in the side with my free arm.

   Spencer wasn't too sure of himself.  He was probably used to fucking the
college sluts up in the privacy of his dorm room, but he was on unknown
territory here.

   "Yeah, Spence, you pussy," said Kyle for added effect, cocky now that he
knew I wasn't pissed at him for the feel, "Show her what you got."

   Spencer stood up, and with a "Here goes nothing," and peeled off his
tank top and undid the belt buckle holding up his jean shorts.

   He pushed those down and then he pushed down his jock strap too,
revealing a slowly hardening dick.  I recognized Spencer as being handsome,
as handsome goes, but taking a good look at him, I was relieved to realize
I wasn't attracted to him in the slightest.  Not the way I'd been with
Toby. He reached down to start choking his snake, proudly.  It was firming
up to be good size, not as blessed as Toby, and certainly way out of my
league, but better than many a man.

   It also occurred to me that, my own boxer shorts being damp from my last
couple dips in the pool, the outline of my own boner was growing against
the wet material.

   Spencer warmed to his audience, and with his hand now firmly encircling
his dick asked Marissa, "So what do you think?  Wanna take me out for a
spin?"

   "You're not as big as Marc there," Marissa said, "But you'll do." I
shrugged to Spencer, as if to say there aren't many who are.

   Marissa peeled off the shirt hat was completely plastered to the shape
of her upper body.

   Spence looked down at my boner for a minute, and gave a little laugh of
acknowledgement, but ignored me further in his haste to get to the girl. 
He stepped out of his clothes and executed a rather elegant dive into the
pool.  With broad powerful strokes he quickly crossed the distance to where
Marissa was.  Kyle sorta floated away from them, but still took in all the
action.

   It was no holds barred at this point.  These guys were horny, and not in
the mood for preliminaries.  Spencer slipped into position with Marissa
floating near the edge of the pool.  He dove under the surface for a second
and returned with her shorts and panties as proof of her nudity.  He threw
them to shore and moved back into a spooning position with Marissa, cupping
her tits and kissing her as he moved in the water to get into the best
position for what he wanted to accomplish.

   "That's it baby," he said floating there, "Hmmm, yeah...yeah, right
there."

   Through the rippling of the lights on the water I saw his hips push into
hers, and his sigh of contentment signaled that he had now gone where at
I'd already been before.  Marissa leaned back in the water and proceeded to
get fucked.

   Spencer's need was desperate.

   He'd forgotten his surroundings completely and as Marissa moaned he
started talking dirty to her.  "Oh, that's right, baby.  You've got that
tight little pussy, yes you do.  Does it feel good with my big cock inside
you?  Do you like the way I fuck you?  Do you?  Oh, sweet Jesus, that's
good...it's been so long."

   Well that seemed about damn sure.  It was just a fuck for Christ sakes,
not a religious experience.

   On the far side of the pool, Viv had decided to take matters into her
own hands, she whispered something to Toby, and when he nodded, she moved
over to Mike on the edge of the pool.  Without much in the way of
preliminaries she pulled down his shorts and exposed a cock that had grown
thick watching Spencer fuck Marissa.

   She began to blow him, much to his obvious satisfaction.  Kyle seeing
what was going on in the pool was perhaps feeling a little left out.  He
swam over to where Viv was and without permission, in his haste, pulled her
shorts down and moved in behind her.  It wasn't but a couple seconds and he
was thrusting in earnest into her twat.

   Damn, I thought.  It was quiet as a mouse all around us, except for the
grunting, each of the guys getting his nut off.  I stroked my own shaft,
and after a minute pulled it out to enjoy the feel of my hand against the
wet skin.  I'd cum twice already and with the stamina of youth I knew I was
good for stroking these cunts well into the night, but the most I'd ever
cum in a row at that point had been about nine times in one night.  And the
last couple of those had actually been painful.

   I slipped off my soaking boxers, Toby doing the same, and we slipped
into the water, sensing that our time was drawing near again.

   Kyle was very horny and he came very quickly, pulling away and exposing
Viv's bare backside.  I slipped in behind her, pinning her once more to the
wall of the pool.  I spent a long time just feeling up her tits from behind
as she expertly worked on Mike's cock.  I rubbed my dick up and down her
crack.

   "Kyle," I asked him, "Have you ever seen such a beautiful piece of ass
before?"

   "No, man," he said.

   "Neither have I," was my reply, "What's her pussy like?"

   I was enjoying playing with her and she was purring around Mike's cock.

   "She's got a mouth like a Hoover," Mike chimed in, and then when she
wasn't going deep enough he used his hand to push her back down.

   Kyle said to me, "Her hooch's made for taking cum, man.  She's tight. 
So tight."

   "That's what I thought," I said in her ear, "You're friend's being
fucked by Spencer, then she's gonna be fucked by Toby.  What do you think
about that?"

   She mumbled around the cock stuck down her throat.  Mike had a fat,
thick cock, although not nearly as thick as mine, but it was wicked short.

   "I'm gonna fuck you like the bitch you are," I whispered to her, the
water warm around my cock.

   It was harder to find her pussy hole, floating in the water.  I grabbed
her thighs and steered her exposed ass onto my thighs, so that my dick was
pointing the way to her hole.  Then with all the water around my dick and
the cum in her pussy, I slipped inside her, stretching out her hole as I
went, planting myself there firmly.  With mighty thrusts I forced my way
all the way inside her used cunt.  She was just like I'd imagined her to
be: tight.  Tighter than her friend even.  It was marvelous.

   So much for safe sex and condoms, I thought.

   "Whatever you're doing to her," breathed Mike heavily, "Keep doing it.
It makes her suck harder."

   I knew what I was doing to her.  I knew because every girl I'd ever
fucked told me just how good I made their pussies feel with my monster.

   Mike suddenly came, and Viv released him from her mouth sinking back
fully against me.  We were suddenly floating back into the pool from the
edge and it threw off my thrusting.  I pulled out of her and turned her
around, so that I could look into her eyes while I violated her temple.

   She was back on me like a bitch in heat, begging for my cock.  She cried
out to the Lord Almighty and a couple other people I didn't know while I
continued fucking her.  Having cum twice I was going to be good for a while
before I needed to cum again.

   Spencer had finished up his business with Marissa and Mike, Kyle and
Toby had taken her out for a spin, taking her out of the pool so they could
find new ways to fuck her senseless on dry land.

   I thrust for a long time, just working Viv's cunt with my dick and her
clit with my hand, kissing her slowly and bringing her to orgasm several
times, her pussy spasming around my cock.  It was like fucking in a
waterbed and it was so, so wet.

   Spencer came up behind her finally and, when he was ready, daringly slid
inside her ass, allowing the water of the pool to lubricate his entrance.
Viv was in a place of ecstasy and Spencer ignored her weak protests when he
first started banging at her back door.  I don't think she even realized
what was happening.  She'd never been so full in her life with my cock in
her pussy and Spencer's up her ass.  But then Spencer came again, as I just
continued my slow and steady thrusts.

   Viv felt so hot around me, so tight.  Her feet erotically caressed up
and down my legs in the water as we fucked.  Our lips smacked loudly as she
kissed me with sense of urgency.  Her pussy was so snug, I was in heaven. I
broke the kiss, unable to hold back for much longer.  I thrust into her a
little harder.

   I looked down at this goddess before me as I screwed her.  Her head was
arched back, hair floating in the water, her eyes closed, and she was
whimpering softly.  Her breasts were bobbing up and down with each of my
thrusts.  She lifted her legs up as far as she could as I continued to fuck
her.  Her foot slid back and forth along the back of my ass as my thrusting
grew more powerful.  In and out my shaft went, driving myself into her
harder and harder with each thrust.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she moaned, the sound growing ever louder.

   The amazing sensation of her pussy was growing exponentially.  She was
ready to explode.  She cried out, orgasm building.  And then she came.  I
could feel everything as her pussy writhed, all consuming, and far more
powerful than Marissa's earlier experience.  Viv shook in my arms,
helpless, as I continued to piston in and out of her hungry twat.  Her
nails were clawing at my back, and she was breathing hard.

   I kissed her mouth waiting mouth, but she had no strength to kiss me
back.  The water splashed around us every time I slammed into her, but the
noise was covered by her cries.  Viv wrapped her arms around my neck and
pulled me down to her, smiling.  Her lips found mine and she kissed me
urgently, as if giving thanks.  Her tongue shot far into my mouth just as
my cock was stabbing far into her pussy.  She moaned each time I jack
hammered in and out of her helpless body.

   I was losing it.  She was just too hot for me to hold out for much
longer.  And I had been fucking her for so long already.  This woman was
incredible in every way.

   "I'm cumming!" I grunted finally, breaking our kiss.

   Her feet flailed in the water around me as he thrust into her a few more
times rapidly.  My cock slid into her cunt, and I held it there deep inside
her.  Her arms and legs wrapped around me, holding me close.

   I grunted, dick jerking inside her.  A long, hot load of cum shot
violently out of the end of my dick and into her needy pussy.  She pressed
her lips against mine, kissing me as another river of my juice flowed out
of my manhood and up inside her.  I groaned into her mouth, shaking, as his
shaft continued to spasm, shooting sperm into her accommodating pussy.

   Finally, the onslaught slowed to a trickle, and I was left gasping for
breath, collapsing against her in the water.  She squeezed me tight with
her arms and legs as the last of my cum passed into her.

   "Oh, fuck!" she moaned, "I needed that!  That was fun!"

   She was smiling at me, so I kissed her full lips.

   I stayed inside her for a long time, floating and kissing in the pool,
until finally her tight pussy forced my flaccid beast out of her.

   It was late in the night by this point.  We went back to the guy's rooms
where we smoked pot, drank the rest of the beers and champagne, and took
hits of some drug they had brought with them.  Mike flipped on a porn
channel and we talked and laughed until I don't remember when.  Every so
often we'd stop while one or more of us guys stopped and fucked one of the
girls again, or got a blowjob.  And it was all good.  Some time around four
in the morning I think I lost consciousness and slipped into a nice
peaceful sleep.

   --The Morning After-

   I woke up in the morning feeling more than a little the worse for wear.
Mike and Toby were actually curled up together on the floor.  Wonder what
had gone on there?  Spencer and Kyle sandwiched Marissa on another bed, and
Viv was draped near me on the other bed, lying face down on her gorgeous
tits.

   Damn, what a night.  We'd been so completely wasted.

   It occurred to me that my brother had once told me the best thing for a
hangover was sex.  The peaceful snores coming from the bodies spread about
the room confirmed that everyone was still asleep.  I felt my usual morning
hard on and figured I could take advantage of the situation.  I climbed
over on top of Viv, trying not to disturb her and slipped slowly inside her
sweet cunt, having to go slowly so she could adjust to my size.  I pulled
out and stroked a few more times until I was all the way inside her.

   Viv's silky smooth pussy enveloped me again slowly, and I heard her moan
in her sleep.  She was so hot, like a furnace.  I moved slowly in and out
of her, picking up momentum as I drove my dick in and out.

   "Let me roll over," she said after a few minutes, so quietly I thought
I'd imagined it at first.

   I moved off of her and she turned to me and we spooned together.

   "I want to see the face that goes with that cock," she purred.

   I caressed her body as I did so, gently squeezing her breast, caressing
her tight stomach, over her leg, and back up her thigh to her pussy.  I
gently fingered her clitoris and she gasped in my mouth.

   Viv opened her legs up to me and allowed me to get between them.  I was
now on top of this naked girl, in between her sexy legs.  Her breathing was
labored as we kissed again, writhing against each other.  Her naked pussy
was so fucking wet as it rubbed along my mighty shaft.

   Her breathing was shaky when we broke our kiss.  I reached in between
us, and grabbed my huge pole, running the head down her swollen slit.  She
looked into my eyes, needing me to fill her.  I head reached the entrance
to her hole, and I pushed forward.

   While the others slept, Viv's swollen pussy lips parted and allowed my
cock to enter.  Her cunt easily sucked me inside in one stroke, that's how
wet she was.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned loudly.

   Her wet pussy was so warm around my dick, and my lips found hers as I
kept myself inside her.  Her tongue eagerly darted into my mouth as she
spread her legs wider around me.  I began to slide in and out of her,
making love to her as we kissed.  Her panting grew too heavy and she was
forced to break the kiss, moaning.

   My long, nearly ten inch mast slid in and out of her hungry pussy over
and over again.  It was so warm, so hot.  I began to fuck her harder.  Viv
raised her feet into the air, enhancing the feeling of having me in her
cunt.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she moaned rhythmically as
I fed her my cock.

   We tried to be quiet, but the sounds of our sex were just too loud in
the end.  Near us I could hear Marissa giggling quietly.

   I looked down at Viv as I fucked her.  Her gorgeous tits rocked up and
down with each of my thrusts.  Her hole was steamy and slick.  I could not
get over how wet she was that early in the morning.

   She gently eased me off of her, rolling me onto my back beside her.  The
she rolled on top of me.  Viv kissed me passionately, lovingly.  Her near
orgasm had an animal effect on her.  She reached beneath her and grabbed my
enormous dick, raising it into the air.  Viv pressed her pussy down on it,
and I easily sank into her all the way.

   "Oh, Lord!" she moaned as I filled her.

   She began to raise and drop her ass on her own accord, sliding her pussy
up and down my rod.  She moaned and cried out, riding me as fast as she
could.  Her tits were bouncing in front of my face.  My hands were on her
naked ass, squeezing her cheeks.  Then deciding to let me take control
again, she slid my long, thick dick out of her twat for the second time in
a couple minutes.  She lay on her back and I was quick to climb on top of
her.  She spread her long legs eagerly.  I was still hard as steel, I was
so excited.  The head of my cock pierced her vagina, entering her in one
smooth motion.

   "Oh, yes!" she moaned, smiling.

   Her lips found mine as I began to make love to her again.  We kissed
sloppily, having trouble breathing as I entered her again and again.  I
broke the kiss and began to fuck her harder again.  I fucked her so hard;
the bed was hitting the wall with a dull thud each time, underlying her
cries of pleasure.

   Our new friends were openly laughing now.

   Viv was moaning loudly in response.  She raised her feet into the air
and I was fucking the shit out of her!  Her huge tits were bouncing
violently as I nailed her as hard as I could.  I could feel my own orgasm
rising.  Then she came like an explosion.

   "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she wailed.

   Her pussy was pulsating.  She moaned loudly.  Her pussy was still
convulsing.  Then I lost it.  I jammed my cock all the way inside her open
pussy.  And all too soon it was over, my cum exploding inside her.

   And as I rolled off Viv, I turned to see five expectant faces looking at
us.

   "What?" I asked them, grinning, "I just couldn't help myself."

   They roared with laughter.  And this beautiful day was only just the
beginning....

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