Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Friendly Traveler's Inn: Room 303
Part: 4 of 4
Universe: Friendly Traveler's Inn

Summary: A visit to a hotel with a unique matchmaking system leads to some
gentle assignations for a group of surprised guests.

Keywords: MF MFM ir oral

Keywords for full story: MF rom MFM ir oral anal

Chapter 4

	Friday found both of them off-stride.  Pamela somehow managed to get a
mid-afternoon appointment with her doctor, who confirmed her plight and
offered advice:  "Get all of the tests, Hon.  At your age, a first pregnancy
is going to be a bear, and all kinds of things could go wrong.  You don't want
to saddle yourself with a child that requires special measures at this point
in your life."

	Pamela eyed her thoughtfully.  "What do you advise, then?"

	The doctor, a somewhat heavy, florid woman, pushed her eyeglasses back
up and replied, "The SAFEST thing would be to terminate the pregnancy - but,
all things being equal, there is no reason that you can't have a perfectly
healthy, normal child."

	"How long do I have to decide?"

	"I'd say about six weeks.  It can be done after that, but there will
be more difficulties and roadblocks.  What about the father?"  The doctor eyed
Pamela closely - her marital status was well known to her.

	Pamela shrugged.  "I won't know for sure until tonight, but he hasn't
screamed and yelled yet."

	"I wouldn't do this alone, even if the child is one hundred percent
perfect," the doctor advised.  "Child rearing is for younger folks, and
definitely not for one woman alone."

	"I'll bear that in mind."  The pair exchanged a few pleasantries, and
Pamela reported to the receptionist to schedule a battery of tests, and then
headed home.

	Alan had a plane ride and the attendant airport issues.  The plane
departed at six, but Alan would need to leave no later than three-thirty to
make everything happen smoothly.  He stuck his head in his supervisor's door,
"Mike?  A moment?"

	Alan's boss looked up, ran his fingers through his sandy brush cut,
and waved him in, "What's up?"

	"I'm going to scoot a bit early today - got a plane to catch."

	"Oh?"

	"Yeah.  Uh, Mike?  Any chance I might wangle a transfer to the city?"

	Mike raised an eyebrow.  "Could be, what with the new project getting
underway there.  Why the city?  Not my thing - pricey."

	Alan went poker-faced.  "Met a woman."

	"Like that, huh?"

	"Yeah."

	"Flying to the city?"

	"Uh huh."

	Mike pondered a bit.  Giving advice on sex and romance to a guy almost
a decade older seemed a waste.  "I'll check.  You're better off dragging her
here, though.  Cheaper."

	"I'll look at that, too."  A quick glance said they were done, and
Alan went back to his desk.  An hour later, he started the run for the
airport.

	Airport security was less of an issue than expected, and the flight
was uneventful.  Alan entered the more public areas of the airport, headed for
baggage claim, and began wondering where he was going to be met, when he
picked up Margot out of the corner of his eye - and a good thing, too, because
the woman next to her wasn't immediately recognizable.  Pamela had colored out
her gray wisps, and was wearing a flowing, calf-length skirt over two inch
heels with a narrow strap, rather than a tube skirt over sensible shoes.
Above, the blouse was short-sleeved, open-necked, thin, and red - and it stood
out over two sharp points, despite the hint of black lace visible at her
neckline.  Alan was frankly amazed - she looked a whole lot less dowdy than he
remembered.  "Hi."

	Pamela was equally reserved, out of her various fears.  What was his
position, going in?  And what did he think of the 'new' Pamela?  "Hi."

	Margot looked on, amused.  THEY might not know what they were up to,
but SHE did.  "Ready?"

	Alan glanced up from his examination of Pamela.  "I checked a bag -
just a moment."  He turned toward baggage claim, leaving the women to share a
startled glance - he checked a bag for a weekend trip?  Margot shrugged and
the pair followed Alan to baggage claim, which turned out not to be TOO
odious.  Bag in hand, Alan followed the pair to the parking garage, where the
couple settled awkwardly into the back seat of Margot's Chevy.

	The car ride lasted about twenty minutes; Pamela and Alan spend most
of it slowly edging toward one another on the back seat.  Finally, Alan laid
his hand over Pamela's, and they both relaxed.  "So, where are we going?" Alan
asked.

	"Our house," Margot replied from the front seat.  "Privacy seems more
important than a neutral location, don'tcha think?"

	Alan eyed her.  Was there a bit of malice there?  But Pamela was
telegraphing anxiety, so he let it go, and settled back.  "You're probably
right."

	There was a muffled beep, and Alan fished out his PDA.  "Damn!
Haven't got this thing trained yet."

	Pamela glanced over, and Margot's eyes took in things through the
rearview.  "What's wrong?"

	"Oh, nothing," Alan groused.  "I switched platforms and this thing
does reminders differently than the old one."

	Pamela looked at the device more closely, comparing it to the one Alan
had used to take down her phone number.  It was markedly different, and had
that shiny 'new' look to it.  Pamela's eyes locked with Margot's in the
mirror; Margot's eyes were crinkled in mirth.  Pamela contented herself with,
"Nice," which was all Margot needed to know that it was new.  Alan tapped the
screen a couple of times and put it away, grumbling, "There has to be a
default somewhere..."

	Ten minutes later, they were settling in the living room of the house
Pamela and Margot shared, Alan on the couch and Pamela facing him across the
coffee table.  "I was pretty stupid," Pamela ventured.

	"Well, I had a responsibility, too, and I ignored it because I figured
you had it covered, and that mentioning it would derail you.  After the first
time, it didn't seem important...."

	"Well, it was...." Pamela mused, "But I think it happened that first
night."

	"What are you thinking?" Alan ventured, "Do you want to keep the
baby?"

	Pamela toyed with the wineglass Margot had delivered to her before
retiring out of sight.  "All things being equal, yes.  It's probably my only
shot at motherhood.  But there are a lot of things that have to go right
before I can really think about it."

	"Like what?" Alan inquired.  "Why don't you start with things that
DON'T hinge on me, and we'll go from there..."

	"Um, okay," Pamela replied.  "Well, first, I'm going to want to do ALL
the tests.  At my age, there are certain risks, both to the child and to me.
I don't want to bring a child into the world with problems that keep either of
us from having any quality of life, and I don't really want to endanger myself
too much.  Those are the obvious things."  Suddenly her examination of the
wineglass took on more focus; with a mild wince, she firmly set it down,
distancing herself from it.

	"Okay.  That makes sense.  What's next?"

	"Um, after that, I think you're involved," Pamela hazarded timidly.

	THAT was quick!  "Okay, let's hear it, then."  Alan wasn't giving
anything away, yet.

	"I... can't go it alone," Pamela murmured.  "Single motherhood is for
YOUNG mothers - I'd need a lot of help keeping up."

	"Okay, let's start with the minimums, then," Alan responded.
"Financial support?"

	Pamela squared her shoulders.  "Not enough," she declared.  "I'd have
to hire a nanny or something, and who knows just what she'd be teaching our
child while I was out working?  It's unsatisfactory, and expensive."

	"You want to quit working?  Do the full-time parenting thing?" Alan
asked, surprised.

	"Well, no, maybe not, but I don't think leaving the child in the care
of a stranger all day and half the night is smart, either.  I'd hate to have
to answer to you for odd behavior.  I'm...  not exactly a total success story,
and I know NOTHING about being a parent.  I sure don't want to spend a lot of
lonely nights wondering if I'm doing anything right."

	"So you want active assistance?" Alan quirked an eyebrow.

	"I think I'd have to have it to pull the thing off," Pamela responded
diffidently.

	"Like what?  Me stopping by a couple of times a week to baby-sit?"
Alan chided.

	"You're teasing me."  Pamela started to get that feeling of congestion
that presages tears.  "All right; we'd have to, um, live under one roof.
There, I said it!  I laid out the whole man-trap!  Satisfied?"

	"You're right," Alan countered.  "I was teasing."  He slid forward and
took Pamela's hand.  "Look, I can't do this just for the child.  We have to
have a relationship, first - it won't work, otherwise.  Do we?"

  "I-I think so."

	"Really?  We were on our way out..."

	"That was circumstance - wasn't it?" Pamela challenged.

	"Yeah," Alan admitted.  "Still, without the child...."

	"Okay, so I'm an idiot.  But I thought...."

	"Yeah, well, THAT was on me - but I couldn't fix it!" Alan countered.

	"Would you have?"

	Alan got wary.  He was going to commit to something, here, if he
wasn't careful.  "I was going to take the next step...  But there ARE other
issues - distance....  Things would have been difficult...."

	Pamela nodded, equally wary.  "At some point - relatively early -
there would have to have been commitments.  This doesn't change that.
Question is, would we?  Can we?"

	Damn!  The ball was back in Alan's court!  "I...  might have
considered it..."

	Pamela pounced.  "Might have?  Or would have?"

	Uh uh.  Not so fast...  "What about YOU?"

	Damn!  "I...  would have."

	"Okay, me too," Alan conceded, "But would you have DONE it?"

	"I...  don't know."

	"It was - IS - a bit early to be talking marriage," Alan pointed out.
"We need more time...  especially after the separation."

	"That's...  limited," Pamela murmured reluctantly.  "I have six, maybe
eight weeks."

	"Yeah," Alan grunted.  "Well, to be fair, the other factors would
probably have driven a decision in that amount of time, anyway.  The baby
isn't necessarily driving THAT train."  Alan paused a moment.  "It appears
that I have veto powers."

	"Yes.  Sort of.  By default."  Pamela wouldn't meet his eyes.

	"I can't allow the child to run things - it wouldn't be fair to US!"
Alan announced.  At Pamela's cringe, he continued, "We're going to have to
hold the issue in abeyance until we're sorted out.  That is if you WANT to
sort us out..."

	Dammit!  How did I get the ball again?  "I do.  I'd have wanted to,
anyway..."

	"Me, too," Alan grinned.  "It's a second chance I didn't think I'd
get."  He tugged at her hand.  "So, we're dating?"

	Pamela allowed herself to be pulled from the chair.  "Uh huh."  She
settled onto the couch next to him and had time for a short, freighted glance
before he took her lips.


	Margot backed away from her vantage point, nodding.  The pair hadn't
acted stupid, either way, and things seemed to be progressing satisfactorily.
She went out to the car and collected Alan's case from the trunk.  He wasn't
going anywhere.

	Alan recognized the clump of the overnight case hitting the floor when
Margot returned with it.  "What's this?"  He eyed Pamela, "Where am I staying,
then?"

	Pamela blushed red, but it was Margot who answered, "I'm guessing
Pamela's room.  The choices are there and the spare room, and I don't see any
obvious reason for the latter."

	"You didn't arrange for a hotel?"

	"Naw."  Margot grinned.  "I could tell over the phone you weren't
coming here to be an asshole - you could have done that from there!  Getting a
room was a waste of time and an unnecessary expense."  The look she gave him
dared him to deny it.  "Now if Sweetie, here, wants to play REALLY fair, you
can stay in the spare room - it's made up - but, personally, I think it's a
stupid idea."

	Alan eyed Pamela, but she wisely held her peace.  To openly agree with
Margot was to bait a serious man-trap - not that Margot hadn't done it
already!  But Margot's comments had also penetrated the illusion that Alan was
operating in a neutral manner, too, soooo....  "My choice, then?"  Pamela
nodded dumbly, not trusting herself to speak.  Alan could lie about it to
himself and to Pamela, but there was no good reason to do so; rising, he
pulled Pamela to her feet, "Then let's go to bed."  Margot picked up and
handed him the case as the pair passed on their way to the stair.


	Pamela dragged herself out of bed and staggered to the bathroom on
weak legs.  Alan had bent her like a pretzel at least twice - not that the
results hadn't been fully worth the effort!  Both of them might be sidelined
after that final effort at three a.m. - Alan had gone FOREVER, and she'd lost
count of the cums before he finally collapsed atop her.  The clock said after
nine, but her body said six, maybe. She came back from the bathroom to find
Alan watching her with one open eye.  "Want some coffee?"

	"Do I have to move soon?" Alan moaned.

	Pamela chuckled.  "I think you'd better - you don't want to get
stiff...  A shower ought to help; I don't know why we decided to make up for a
month in one night!"

	Alan grinned.  "Well, now we can think about other things, maybe -
like chiropractors."  He grimaced, stretching.  "I'll wait here."

	Pamela collected a nightie that was essentially a long T-shirt and
shrugged into it, forgoing panties.  If she hadn't been pregnant she would
have been after THAT bout!  She waddled out, still gooey even after the
bathroom break - sex was great, but it was sure messy!  Alan watched her leave
with a certain satisfaction; he could get used to seeing that ass peek from
under a nightie.  What would pregnancy do to those points decorating the
front?

	Downstairs, Pamela found Margot seated at the table, haggard,
clutching a coffee cup as if it were a life preserver.  "What happened to
you?"

	Margot summoned energy for a weak glare.  "My bedroom is under yours.
I think my vibrator burnt out!  Three o'clock?  The man's merciless!  And that
moan you make raises the hair on my arms!"

	Pamela laughed.  "Sorry!"

	Margot produced a feral grin.  "I'm gonna get even!" she simpered.  "I
called Vern, and he said he'd be more than happy to come over and handle
things!  You two can listen to US for a while!"  Margot's face changed.
"Seriously, how's it going?"

	Pamela's smile went beatific.  "He missed me - a lot!  We're
pretending that the baby isn't an issue, but I think the PDA thing just put us
behind schedule, anyway."

	"Well, there's still geography..." Margot pointed out.

	"Yeah.  We're aware."  Pamela mused a second.  "So, you broke down and
called Vern."

	"Yeah."  Margot eyed her friend for a moment.  "I know you don't
approve...."

	"It's not that," Pamela protested.  "Vern seems...  nice enough.
Other people, though..."

	"Well, he's the best I've ever had," Margot declared, "and that's not
just between the sheets!"

	"Well, black guys have a reputation for sweet-talk.  Be careful!"
Pamela warned, turning to the coffee pot.

	"I will," Margot agreed, "but he's the front-runner around here, by a
good distance!  I've kept him at arm's length this long, but I don't know how
much longer I can do it.  Better get used to him."

	Pamela nodded.  Margot would do as she wished - but a black?  She
might as well tattoo 'SLUT' across her forehead!  Vern was a nice enough
fellow, but outsiders wouldn't know that....  The rationalization petered out
while she added creamer to her coffee.  She'd learned on their week together
that Alan took his black - something that made her grimace to think about -
but, hey, she couldn't screw it up...

	The knock on the door came as she was collecting the cups.  Margot got
up and went ahead of her to open the door.  Vern stood there in the opening.
"Hey, Baby, so what was it made you break down and call me?"

	Margot backed off and waved him in.  "My other three boyfriends are
busy," she returned airily, then stuck her tongue out at him.  "Actually, I
couldn't come up with an excuse to do without any longer - especially since
Pamela and her beau have been keeping me up all night fucking like bunnies!"

	Vern's glance raked over a blushing Pamela, and kept going, despite
the revealing getup.  "So, um, Alan's here?"  Pamela didn't have any other
boyfriends, did she?

	"Yeah," Margot confirmed.  "He flew in last night.  They had...
things...  to discuss."

	Vern eyed Margot's skinny girlfriend, and Pamela's blush returned.
Vern's look said he knew EXACTLY what the couple were discussing; the mild
disgust that tinged his expression said 'dumb cunt' almost verbally - but the
words never passed his lips: he merely nodded and returned his attention to
Margot.  Vern had sensed early on that Pamela had racial issues; her lack of
the amount of sense required to maintain birth control merely lowered his
opinion of the stuffy, inhibited bitch even more.  But she was Margot's
friend, so she must have SOME redeeming feature...  Vern made a mental note to
have a short talk with Alan, advising him not to let her use a baby to rope
him in.

	Margot watched Pamela wilt under Vern's non-verbal reproof and stepped
in - the pair weren't going to get along without some kind of social
lubricant.  "Well, they're basically taking up where they left off.  Alan lost
Pamela's phone number, didn't he, Sweetie?"

	"Yeah," Pamela murmured.  "Sounds lame, but we're pretty sure it's
true, nonetheless."

	Vern raised an eyebrow in polite disbelief, and Margot supplied, "He
had one of those PDA things and broke it at the airport."  Vern blinked.  Even
a cheap PDA cost a couple hundred - no wonder the girls believed him!  Either
he had deep pockets, or he was telling the truth...

	Pamela took the vindication of Vern's change of expression and moved
on past, headed up the stair.  "Have a good time..."  Vern glanced up and got
one helluva crotch shot; Pamela had basically forgotten about her lack of
panties or she'd have never essayed the stairs in Vern's presence.

	Margot caught the glance and chuckled.  "You're not here for hers -
Alan's taking care of that - you're here for mine!"  Pamela picked up the
byplay and flashed a surprised glance behind her as Vern looked away guiltily.

	Vern figured he'd better make some response - even though her pussy
was about the only thing he found appetizing about that scrawny slip, Pamela.
"So what happened that you got all the way to V in your little black book?"

	Margot returned the look, deadpan.  "Okay, so I opened it there.  I
wanted the job done right, by somebody with manners...  Of course, if you're
gonna spend all your time scoping my girlfriends...."

	"That one?" Vern grunted.  "She's got issues.  The chances of us
getting together are pretty damned slim."

	Margot arched a brow.  "And me?"

	Vern grinned, "Stand still and I'll get ya!"

	"Promises, promises."  Margot took Vern's hand and led him to the
nearby couch.  "Put your cock where your mouth is!"

	"Here?" Vern blinked, surprised.

	But Margot was already in the process of shrugging out of her
housecoat.  "Here.  Those two kept me up half the night, listening to them
make like bunnies.  If we go to my room, they won't be able to hear as well,
and I can't get even!"  She started undoing Vern's belt.  "So you're gonna
bend me over the arm of the couch, here, and make me noisily happy.  Okay?"
Vern's jeans settled toward his ankles, his boxers running with them,
collected by Margot's thumbs.

	"Awright."  Hell, he was undressed, already!  "Warm me up and gimme
those tits!"  Margot knelt and enveloped his already stiffening shaft, pulling
back only to rip her nightgown over her head.  While Margot's tongue spread
liquid heat along the underside of his shaft, Vern toed off his running shoes
and stepped out of the puddle of his jeans and shorts while kneading Margot's
fat nipples.

	Margot moaned around Vern's lengthening probe.  It wasn't chocolate,
but it was clean and hot and sweet in her mouth - she'd had a lot worse from
white guys!  Pamela was SUCH a prude...  Fingers that worked her nipples
firmly, but not painfully, had her sopping wet in moments; Vern shifted a bare
foot between her thighs and came away with a wet toe, grinning.  Vern put a
hand behind her head and drove her onto the shaft, going for the throat.
Margot gurgled a bit, but such was her arousal that the abuse only awakened
submission; she turned eyes full of it toward Vern, who recognized the emotion
for what it was.  He released her and she backed off, coughing, but re-engaged
almost immediately, eyes on his the whole time.  He released her head, and
murmured, "Let's do it," assisting her to stand by grasping an elbow.

	Margot got up and bent over her couch arm, and Vern stepped up to rub
his swollen glans over her soaking labia.  There was no question where the
target was - her slit was sopping!  Vern nosed his cock to her opening and
pushed, surprised anew that such a big woman should be tight and sweet instead
of loose and sloppy.  He was buried in two strokes, but Margot's inner lining
held him gently all along his length.  Vern had had women he could have driven
a truck into - and fisted a couple - but Margot was NOT a member of THAT
group.  This was some sweet ass!

	Margot was also happy with the fit.  When Vern took her doggie-style
like this, his glans just bumped the gates to her womb on a particularly hard
in-stroke.  All in all, that made things just about perfect.  She sighed and
relaxed as his driving rhythm promised an end to several hours of serious
frustration.  "Oh. Lord, did I need THIS!  Ummm!  Ummm!"


	Upstairs, Alan was rallying under the effects of strong black coffee.
Pamela had delivered it and wrinkled her long nose as he took his first slurp,
"Ugh!  I don't know HOW you do that without putting something in it!"

	Alan grinned back, "I don't know why you add that glop to perfectly
good coffee!  I could understand Starbuck's - you can cut that stuff with a
knife!  But this?"  He soaked in another life-giving jolt.  "What's going on
downstairs?"

	Pamela's laugh tinkled.  "Margot says we kept her up and frustrated
all night - so she called Vern!  He was just arriving...."  She sipped
reflectively.  "He soaked up the reason you came from the merest hint, and let
me know pretty clearly that it didn't raise his opinion of me."

	"He knows you disapprove of him, Dear.  That's not going to be
conducive to his being friendly."

	Pamela frowned.  "It's not him, per se.  It's what others will think
of Margot if she takes up with him.  He seems to be a decent sort...."

	"So you'd fuck him?"

	"Uh," Pamela blushed.  "No."

	Alan eyed her gravely.  "Margot doesn't seem to care about his color -
why should you?"

	Pamela looked uneasy.  "It's the whole white slut - black superstud
stereotype.  Margot says he's just a nice guy, but others will have that on
their mind when they see her with him."

	"Including you?" Alan prodded.

	"Okay, maybe.  That and the other stereotype that goes with it:  Black
man gets even with whitey by turning his women into sex slaves." Pamela
admitted.

	"Oh?" Alan prodded.  "You see that happening to you?"

	"If you weren't around?  Yes."  She refused to meet Alan's eyes.  Alan
chuckled and slid his free hand up her thigh, laying his thumb along the fold
of flesh that hid her clitoris.  As he began to work the thumb, she shivered
and returned her attention to him. "God, again?"

	Alan's eyelids drooped.  "Maybe."

	An ethereal "Ooooh, Lord!  Ummmm!  Ummm!" drifted up the stairs,
accompanied by the rhythmic impact of flesh on flesh.

	"Margot couldn't wait?" Alan wondered aloud.

	"She's teasing us, trying to get even," Pamela replied.  "She probably
had Vern take her right in the living room!"  More sounds of male and female
joy floated up the stairs.

	Alan's cock began to rise under the impetus of the happy sounds and
the visible effects of his thumb manipulations on Pamela's clit.  "Well, it's
working!  But there's nothing stopping us from staying ahead!"

	"Okay."  Pamela's eyes began to go glassy as an urgent "Oog!  Oog!
Oog!" floated up the stair.  She had opened her stance and was now flexing her
knees a bit to facilitate Alan's access.  Alan's fingers were already damp
with her juices; it was amazing how hair-trigger her responses were!  "How?"
she breathed.

	Alan put down his cup and tossed back the sheets, exposing his
erection.  "You can ride on top."  He knew what that opportunity for total
control of her pleasure would do to her - she'd climax almost immediately.  He
was going to take a while - maybe QUITE a while - might as well let her get
him started....  Pamela dropped her cup on the nightstand and moved to
straddle facing him, but Alan directed, "No!  Turn around!"  If she faced
away, penetration would be deeper, and if she gave in to the urge to slide
back and forth rather than up and down she would be driving herself onto his
cock rather than trying to warp it while she rubbed his pubic bone.  Besides,
he could get at her ass this way...

	Pamela got the point almost immediately, as Alan's erection went deep
into her and her clitoris settled into the furry junction with his balls
rather than bashing his pubic bone.  She set her hands on his thighs just
above his knees for support, and began to rock.  Almost immediately, the waves
began to surge, amplified by Margot wailing "Lordy!  Lordy! Lordy! Uuuhhh!"
from downstairs.


	Margot was fast approaching her first climax of the session, and Vern
was gritting his teeth, wondering if it was going to be possible to get past
it.  She'd dropped her head low, and her pubic bone was rubbing the underside
of Vern's cock, effectively tightening her grip even more.  As her channel
began to pulse with her release, Margot wailed. "Oh, Lord, Vern, why did I
make you stay away?  Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! OH, LOOOORRRRRD!"

	The stimulation was too much - Vern let go, sending three mighty
pulses of semen splashing against Margot's cervix.  The feel of it brought
Margot another pulsing surge, which further milked Vern's pulsing cock.  Vern,
recovering fairly quickly, began to rub Margot's back, squeezing and kneading,
asked mildly, "So, why DID you push me away?"

	Margot, still adrift, momentarily lacked the ability for critical
thinking.  "Stupid.  Didn't want you to realize..."  The lights came on, and
she shut up, abruptly.

	"Realize what?"

	"Uuhh, nothing...."

	Vern resumed stroking; his cock, which had developed some flexibility,
resumed a gratifying firmness after a couple of strokes.  Margot, whose first
cum had enervated her rather than granting her complete release, moaned.
Vern, recognizing the situation, grinned.  He ran a few strokes, feeling
Margot's response pick up in urgency, and probed.  "Wasn't 'nothing'.  What
wasn't I supposed to figure out?"  He gave her another couple of strokes, and
slacked off, demanding, "Talk, Woman!"

	"Uuuhhh!  Don't stop!"  Margot drove herself back on his erection,
pushing off with her forearms, trying to maintain the pace.

	Vern resumed for just long enough to collect Margot's sigh of relief,
then stopped again.  "I'm waiting!"  This time, he threatened full withdrawal.

	"No!  No!  Okay!  Okay!" Margot wailed.  "I didn't want you to realize
you were getting under my skin!"

	"That's bad?" Vern queried, resuming.  "Howcum?"

	"C'mon!" Margot wheezed, "I'm no catch!"

	Vern let it go, concentrating on his lovemaking.  Silly twat!  'I'm no
catch!'  Here he was, balls deep in some of the sweetest pussy he'd ever had,
and the silly bitch announces she's supposedly worthless!  Fact was, Margot
was one sweet bitch!  She had a sense of humor, was even-tempered, practical,
and she loved to fuck - if there was a downside to her, Vern couldn't see it.
Okay, she was a little chunky - Vern had had a lot worse, and bad tempered to
go with it!  Big fat titties...  He LOVED those fucking things - had at first
sight!  He could chew those nips for hours!  The fact that the woman appeared
to have a brain in her head was a big, fat bonus!  Ah, well....


	Pamela was humming.  Clear sounds of orgasm from Margot downstairs
layered themselves over the incredible feel of Alan's thick cock as she moved
on it to bring her rapidly to a plateau from which orgasm seemed attainable at
will.  Pamela took it easy, savoring the final ascent and attempting to draw
it out, but slowing down didn't help; her control of the situation undid her
as she instinctively went for the sliding motion that maximized both
penetration and clitoral contact.  "Oh, God...."

	Alan grinned and pushed her over forward a bit so he could rub a thumb
over the bud of her anus and Pamela came unglued.  "Aaahhh, God!  Oooohhhh!"
Alan's push had increased her clitoral contact even more, and that thumb just
added a dimension.  "Nnnnnnnn!" she wailed through gritted teeth as the lights
began to flash and electricity began to flow along her nerves.   WAAAAAA!
Yes!  Yes!  Yes!"  She began to surge, bucking in a mix of muscle lock and
involuntary spasms.  God!  It just kept getting better!

	Pamela went momentarily slack and Alan took up the assault from below,
holding her hips steady and watching her sphincter pulse.  Yeah, that was a
good one...  He was a bit sore, but the itch to find his instinctual release
superseded any minor discomforts.  Besides, feeling Pamela thrash out her
climax was worth it, all by itself!  He flicked his hips, maintaining a steady
rhythm, until Pamela began to shakily resume her own movements.


	Margot was well along, rising to her second climax, when 	the
loud exclamations heralding Pamela's orgasm floated down the stairs.  Pamela
let go with her final wail and Vern watched goose bumps rise on Margot's arms.
Suddenly, she was driving backward with gusto, wailing, "Oh, Lord!  Gimme that
cock, Vern!  Gimme!  Gimmee!  GimMEEEEEE!!!"  Margot stiffened and began to
shake uncontrollably.  Vern kept pounding, grinning, eliciting a strained
"Huh!  Huh!  Hunh!" from Margot's tight lungs.  After a long moment, Margot's
knees gave way and she settled over the couch arm as overloaded muscles
relaxed.  "Ooh, Lord!" she gasped, "Please, God, don't tell me you're gone!  I
couldn't stand it!"

	Vern continued to stroke; the urge was on him seriously, now.
Besides...  "What's that, Baby?"

	This last orgasm had leached all of the deception from Margot.  She
turned her head and regarded him through eyes overflowing with hope and fear,
"Vern, I - you - we...."

	Vern cocked his head.  What the fuck?  "What's the matter, Baby?
Wasn't it good?  Sure sounded like it!"

	"Oh, it was!" she averred.  "Only...  Slow down a bit, so I can
think."  Vern did so, holding things at a level that would maintain his own
state.  "What do you think of me, Vern?"

	Vern recognized this question for the potential bomb it was, but there
didn't seem to be any alternative to the truth.  "I think you're one sweet
woman, Baby."

	"Okay," Margot riposted, "But am I just a fuck?"

	Lights flashed and Vern got wary.  "That what you wanna be?"

	Her eyes answered before she could control her voice.  "No."  Vern
watched her flinch.  He slowed to a stop.  There was a time for fucking, and
there was a time for....  other things.  "Okay.  That with me, or in general?"

	"With you."  Margot's demeanor was eloquent; she expected rejection.

	Vern couldn't figure out why, for the life of him.  "So, you wanna be
with me?"

	"Yes."  Margot hurried on, "I know I didn't make much of a first
impression, pulling a train in the Jacuzzi, but I really, really...."

	"Hmph.  Your friend Pamela is right - you're gonna catch some shit,"
Vern observed, interrupting.  "From black folk, as well as white.  Everybody's
gonna figure you're into black cock."  He started moving again, slowly.

	"Oog.  Well, I'm into yours," Margot replied.  "But I'm more into
you."  Again the eyes pled.

	Vern nodded.  THIS was going his way...  "So we're talkin' what?
Steady?"

	"I'd settle for that."  Margot laid her cards on the table.  Vern
would do whatever he was going to, now.

	Vern was still running his poker face.  "That's what you'll settle for
- what do you want?"

	Margot sighed.  He was gone for sure.  "I don't want to ever sleep
alone again."  She turned away, not wanting to see the look THAT comment would
generate.

	But Vern had merely nodded.  "What about the wild shit?  Jacuzzi
parties?  Stuff like that?"

	Margot glanced back, anxious.  He was still talking...  "Well, I - I
had some things I thought I'd try, since I had nothing to lose, but if..."
She paused - best leave 'if' carefully undefined.  "Whatever you say, goes."

	Vern's face didn't change, but his cock got harder.  Hoping she didn't
notice, he asked, "What kinda things?"

	Margot kissed it goodbye, again.  "I... liked two cocks.  Might like
to try three...."

	"If I say 'no'?" Vern pressed.

	"I'll stick to this one," Margot promised.

	"And if I invite a half-dozen of my friends - black friends - over to
make you look like a porcupine?"

	"I, uh, hope we'd talk about it first."  Margot didn't mind BEING a
slut, but being treated like one?  If Vern was going to do that, maybe she'd
better look elsewhere....

	"Yeah, me, too," Vern replied blandly.  "I have to think about sharing
- can't imagine why I'd want to.  So, this is mine if I want it?"  He drove
himself into her, hard.

	"Uh huh."  The emotional roller-coaster ride of the last couple of
minutes left no room for anything more colorful.

	"Let's take it for a serious drive, then," Vern announced, picking up
the pace.  Margot needed - deserved - more, so...  "Baby, I don't come over
here 'cause you're thirteenth on MY list, either.  I figured I'd fucked up
some way - maybe by just being black.  I don't chase white women - you're my
first.  But you've got something - Hell, you're just sweet!"  Vern mentally
fingered his laundry list of ex-girlfriends; none of them measured up...
"I... don't come over just 'cause you're a fine fuck, either.  You are, but
that ain't the whole package.  I been around, and you're... special.  If
you're offering, I'm buying, okay?"

	"Okay."  Margot was stupefied.  She couldn't imagine who it was he had
her confused with, but if it got them past the morning...  Turmoil and triumph
mixed with Vern's stepped-up activity, and she began to float toward another
climax.  "Ooh, Lord!  I'm gonna cum again!"

	Vern grinned; this was another case in point.  He'd been with women
who took forty-five minutes to bring to a little grunt - and then they were
done!  If you worked diligently on Margot, she got off - loudly and visibly -
every few minutes!  Her response curve tickled the shit out of his ego - why
on Earth would he pass THAT up?  'Maybe I can talk her into shaving her gash,'
he mused as he maintained his pounding stroke.  Then another thought occurred
to him: "Hey, Baby, you want kids?"

	There was a half-second pause, then Margot's eyes bulged, and she came
unglued!  "Oooohhh, GAAAAWWWWD!!!!"  Vern, glazed, watched her asshole pulse
in time to the pulses in her vagina that had stopped him in his tracks and
were wringing his penis rhythmically.

	On top of that, something her pussy was doing was just too fucking
good for words!  Vern went from mild urgency to twitching and shooting in
three contractions!  Howling wordlessly, he grasped Margot's hips and tried
his best to penetrate her cervix while he blasted away, pouring his spunk into
her begging orifice.


	Pamela was just hitting her stride when the sounds of Margot's wild
climax and Vern's roar drifted upstairs, boosting her to a higher level.  Alan
had settled back to let her drive as her control came back, and she was
vaguely wondering if she had the energy required to get her to the next peak,
but Margot and Vern put her over the hump.  Suddenly, she was in final
approach, able to extend and enjoy the intensity of the small shocks that
presaged another big climax.

	Alan sensed this, and, grinning, leaned her forward again.  This time,
he wet a finger and started boring, forcing open her sphincter.

	That did it.  Just leaning her forward lost her control of the
situation; when the tip of his finger popped through and made itself felt
along the wall of membrane separating it from Alan's cock, Pamela lost all
control.  "UuuuuUUUUUUGGGGHHH!!!  Oh, GOD!  UHHH!! UHHH!!  UHHH!!!"  She fell
forward and crushed herself to his legs, forcing Alan's cock deep while her
hips jounced and shook.


	Margot, afloat in post-coital bliss, took in the sounds of Pamela's
latest peak and frowned, "Dammit!"

	"Baby?" Vern surged up from his position, collapsed across her back.

	"I’m SUPPOSED to be catching up - but SHE keeps matching me cum for
cum!"  Margot surged up and Vern extracted his slowly shrinking erection from
her soaked crotch.  "Let's go see what they're up to."  She turned for the
stair; Vern, shrugging, followed.


	Pamela was in the ozone layer.  Control of her body was virtually
nonexistent.  Alan had taken over again, and every thrust brought new stars
before her eyes.

	Alan, on the other hand, had issues.  The position she'd settled into
during the last orgasm had been more than mildly uncomfortable, and was
interfering with his approach to his own completion.  "C'mon, Hon, we're
moving!" he announced, with a swat on her butt.

	"Uhmmm?" Pamela barely moved, merely raising her head.  But when Alan
stopped, he noticed that her vagina was producing regular, slow pulses.  He
slammed a stroke into her, and the reaction he got - a slight tensing and a
strained grunt - said Pamela had found a new and different state...  He rolled
her off, and got an inarticulate whine for his efforts; Pamela began to thrash
around until he laid hands on her, after which she settled down a bit.  He
slipped two fingers into her and she was putty in his hands as he arranged her
on her knees while her inner sheath pulsed around his digits.

	For Pamela wasn't just cumming - she WAS an orgasm, her mind a beach
upon which waves of pleasure crashed every couple of seconds.  Alan knelt her
up and she dropped into a slack position with her ass in the air, presenting
herself for penetration, but otherwise expending no energy.  Why?  Because
everything she had left was in use, pulsing her vagina rhythmically in tune to
the waves of passion paralyzing her mind!

	Alan had just re-inserted himself in Pamela's pulsing channel when
Margot announced herself with, "Hey!  You guys were supposed to let me catch
up!"

	Alan shrugged.  "Well, you'll probably catch me, but Pamela’s - I
dunno - in an altered state?  I think she's cumming constantly!"

	"No shit?  Really?"  Fascinated, Margot dragged Vern forward.
Stroking her hair, she asked her friend, "Sweetie?  You okay?"

	Pamela's eyes wouldn't really focus, but she managed to murmur
thickly, "Cumming.... SOOOO goood....."

	"That ain't possible, is it?" Margot queried.

	Alan shrugged.  "Lay a hand on her belly.  Watch that."  He nodded
toward Pamela's slowly winking anus.  "See what YOU think!"

	Margot did so, feeling the powerful contractions.  She teased Pamela's
winking sphincter with a finger, and the tip slipped in, eliciting an
incoherent "Oog!" from her girlfriend.  "Holy shit!  That's SOOOO hot!  Vern,
do me here, willya?  I want to watch!"  She flopped on the bed on her back
next to the copulating couple, in a location affording a ringside view of
Alan's cock sliding in and out of Pamela's pulsing tunnel.  Vern, for whom the
live sex show had SOMEHOW managed to generate a new erection, shook his head
and knelt up between Margot's thick thighs and began working it into her hot
hole.

	Pamela watched this procedure through glassy eyes.  She was watching
an incredibly detailed porn flick, complete with rocking motions and... Smell!
The mix of Margot's secretions and Vern's semen washed powerfully across her
nostrils, causing the waves of pleasure crashing through her to become huge
rollers that pounded her, eliciting a strained, whining grunt with each
impact.

	"Huh!  I think she likes to watch!" Vern observed.  Alan had no doubt.
The way she was clasping his cock had lit a fuse that would bring him off in
another minute or two, he judged.

	Margot was also without doubt in the matter.  She could SEE Pamela's
contractions.  "Wow, that's SOOO HOT," she crooned, her eyes glued to the
moving junction between her roommate and her boyfriend.  That she was
immediately agitated was obvious; Margot developed a flush that extended
itself to the tops of her breasts and she began to pant, bouncing up from the
bed.

	Vern, working from a bolt-upright position, watched as his new woman's
first orgasm of the bout came within reach.  She was sure a firecracker!  The
dumb shits who had ignored her when looking for sex partners had missed out on
a gold mine!  Hell, he didn't know if he could keep up!  Control of the union
started to get difficult, so Vern pulled Margot's legs up and draped them over
his forearms.  Margot's eyes cycled from Pamela and Alan's union, to Pamela's
apparent fascination with HER union to Vern to Vern's eyes as her final ascent
began, "Oh, Lord!  Oh, Lordy!  Oh, Lord!  OH, LORD!!  OooooooOOOOOH!!
AAAAAWWWWWW!!!!"  She stiffened and clutched at Vern to hold him in place as
she jittered uncontrollably under the overload.

	Somewhere during this period, the question of whether Vern would come
again changed to a question of when as he realized it somehow WAS attainable.
Margot settled back from her climax, and began to watch her friend and
roommate in mild envy.  Sure, Margot could cum, but not CONSTANTLY....
Slowly, she became aware that her friend was inhaling between grunts, and
straining just the least bit toward the pounding ebony rod that was bringing
Margot such pleasure....  Incredulous, she shifted her eyes to Alan’s sweaty,
intense face.  "Uhhh, Alan?"

	"Hmmm?"  Alan glanced at his lover's friend's face, and Margot
indicated with a flick of her eyes the developing situation.  Alan stared a
moment, mustering attention enough to discover what was going on, then grunted
a chuckle.  "I think she's getting off on the smell."

	Margot gasped out a chuckle.  "Maybe the sight, too."  A thought
flashed through her head, and she groaned in heat.

	Vern took one look at her eyes and chuckled, knowing what was coming.
"You're thinking, maybe she'd like a taste?"  Margot jerked a nod, wide-eyed.
Vern glanced up at Alan, and the two males regarded each other warily.  "Hey,
Man, it's on you..." Vern ventured, then returned his attention to Margot.
"So what does Alan get out of all this?"

	Margot's glance went furtive, but she got it out, anyway.  "I'll drink
his."  Her eyes flicked to Alan's.

	Vern glanced up, too, grinning slyly.  "Don't let her kid ya - she
likes the taste.  This is probably the main act, an' Pamela's the sideshow,
instead of the other way around!"  Margot blushed fire-engine red, and both
men chuckled.

	Put that way, Alan began considering the idea on its own merits.  It
would no doubt put a hole in Pamela's silliness over blacks, which would ease
the tensions quite a bit, locally.  Alan didn't see any valid reason for
concern that he might be replaced over a blowjob, either.  Nodding at his
lover, he announced, "It's up to her."

	Margot took it up.  "Well, Sweetie, what do ya say?  Wanna give Vern a
little suck?"

	Vern schooled his features, but he was tickled pink by the idea.  The
memory of Vern's meat between her lips would take the wind out of the skinny
bitch's sails, and maybe they could settle down and treat each other like
human beings!  Besides, the whole idea made his cock tingle to think about
it...   He fished his rod out of Margot's swampy pussy, and waved it in front
of Pamela's face for a moment before re-seating it.

	Pamela surprised them all by straining a bit toward the unsheathed
ebony shaft and extending her tongue a bit.  "I think we got our answer," Alan
observed.

	For the past several minutes, the only parts of Pamela that were in
contact with this world were the ones watching that ebony shaft drive deep
into her roommate’s swampy pussy.  Margot lubricated copiously and her nether
parts were foamy with a mix of semen and churned pussy juice; it was a helluva
show!  The sight, the smell, and the action, atop her already disconnected
state, brought the illusion that Vern was fucking HER, not Margot.  Watching
the action had long since become experiencing it, and Pamela was incapable of
abstract thought; if an instrument of pleasure was offered to her, she'd take
it!

	Vern grunted and delivered five trip-hammer strokes to Margot, then
withdrew and offered his cock to Pamela, whose lips flowered open to engulf
his glans.  The vaguely familiar flavor of hot, hard cock, coated with the
thoroughly UNfamiliar taste of Margot's secretions, exploded across her
tongue, and Pamela groaned as an even higher wave of orgasmic joy washed over
her.

	Vern withdrew the tip, then fed Pamela a bit more, which she took
readily.  The change of pace, not to mention the salacious sight of Margot's
prim girlfriend's mouth enveloping his cock, set the countdown clock to Vern's
orgasm running.  Withdrawing, he again seated his shaft in Margot's depths,
and took a couple of strokes, to be brought up short by an urgent whine from
Pamela, who eyed the shaft fixedly while licking her lips.

	Margot's hand stole over her mound and she began to stir her stiff
clit with two fingers.  "Go ahead," she urged, "Give her what she wants!"
Margot was well up the slope to her next orgasm; watching the pair and
fingering herself would be better than just feeling Vern at this point.

	Vern grinned and withdrew, then slid between Pamela's ovalled lips.
"I AM!  She like pussy juice, too, don'tcha Hon?"

	Pamela gurgled and slurped.  She'd have agreed with an execution
order, at this point!  Vern drove his cock past her lips three or four times,
going deeper with each thrust, then went back to Margot, who had slid up a
bit.  This time, Pamela merely watched avidly as he renewed his coating of
Margot's secretions.

	But this was it.  Vern's whole nervous system was behind this one, and
he wasn't going to make the trip again!  Withdrawing from Margot, he passed
the gates of Pamela's lips and roared, "Swallow, now!", took Pamela's head in
both hands, and somehow managed NOT to force his cock right down her throat as
he cut loose!

	Frankly, it was a good thing that Vern was on thirds and therefore not
able to support a huge ejaculation, for when Vern's cock pulsed and poured its
salt-sweet product across her tongue, the current wave of Pamela's ongoing
orgasm surged, became a tsunami, and swept her consciousness before it.

	Alan experienced this as a final, wringing contraction of Pamela's
vaginal muscles before she suddenly went slack, collapsing forward and leaving
Alan unseated, pulsing, and on the verge of a climax he'd been working on for
some time!

	But Margot was ready for this eventuality.  Scooting up just a bit
more, she dropped her head over the edge of the bed and grunted, "Alan!
Gimme!" around the constriction in her lungs caused by her own final approach
to a self-induced climax, her fingers flying over her stiff clitoris.  Alan,
all thought about anything else but attaining his completion banished, dropped
off the edge of the bed and stood to feed his rampant erection between
Margot's lips.  As her tongue swirled over the head of Alan's cock for the
first time, Vern leaned over and took up Margot's stimulation, sliding two
fingers into her swampy opening and anchoring them with a thumb on her
engorged clit.  "Uuuummmm," Margot gurgled around Alan's cock, and reached up
to grasp his buttocks and pull him forward, burying him to a depth that he had
been afraid to essay alone.

	And that did it!  Alan hit he point of no return.  Sliding back a bit,
he grasped one of Margot's big nipples in each hand and roared forward one
final time to and through the gates of Margot's throat to pulse out his
ejaculation.  Instantly, he backed off, but, like Vern, he'd seen heavy action
and wasn't capable of generating much in the first place.  Margot sucked and
swabbed his cock voraciously as Vern's hand brought her her last orgasm of the
session.  "Oooog!  Oooog!  Ummmm!  Ummmm!"

	Moments later, Alan extracted himself from Margot's still sucking
mouth and weakly crawled up onto the bed.  Groaning, he announced, "Okay,
we're both wrecks!  If you're going to catch up, Margot, go to your room and
close the door!  Any more of this is likely to kill me!"

	Vern chuckled and somehow managed to haul Margot up.  "C'mon, Baby,
this bed ain't big enough for the four of us!"  Leaning on each other for
support, the couple staggered out and down the stairs.

	For Alan, the rest of the weekend was a blur.  Pamela's transcendent
experience left her thoroughly drained to the point that she slept until six
p.m. on Saturday; Alan slept with her until about noon, then basically
entertained himself for a few hours.  The pair went out to a quiet dinner and
were back in bed early, but it was two a.m. before Alan woke to find he was
nestling an erection between the cheeks of Pamela's ass.  She proved
receptive, and the couple made long, slow love, spoon-fashion; Alan's eventual
orgasm sneaked up on him, and he wasn't certain that Pamela had even gotten
there, (she had, twice, but they were gentle, quiet pops of released tension).
Sunday started with a slow, easy late morning bout followed by a big, late
breakfast.  Alan threw himself on the couch, occupying the left end to Vern's
right while they slouched, snoozed, and pretended to watch football.  Margot,
having had sex both in front of and with Alan, showed no compunction about
doing it again, dropping on her knees in front of Vern, fishing his cock out
of his sweats, and proceeding to service it noisily with her mouth.  When Vern
grunted an interest in playing with her tits, she unzipped her housecoat and
shrugged out of it.  Pamela was scandalized, but, aware that Margot was
laughing at her discomfiture, reluctantly settled before Alan to mirror the
effort, maintaining her clothing until Alan chided her gently about it.
Still, dropping her nightie made things a whole lot easier when, a few minutes
later, Alan invited her to bounce on his lap...

	Alan's seminal vesicles were bone dry when he dragged himself onto the
plane Sunday night, and the late arrival precluded a good night's sleep.  Alan
wasn't at his best when Mike Donnelly waved him into his office during his
third trip to the coffee pot for fortification.  "Damn, Alan, you look like
Hell.  You sure that woman's good for you?  She isn't a vampire or anything,
is she?"  Mike ran his hand through his brush cut, grinning.

	Alan managed a grin.  "Blood wasn't what she was mining for - and I
was trying to deliver a month's worth!  It was kind of like oil, though -
after the first couple of loads, it got harder and harder to pump..."

	Mike chuckled, then turned serious.  "I kept my mouth shut just long
enough to improve your bargaining position," he related.  "The group in the
City was very impressed with your project scoping effort, and asked for you to
lead the implementation - at a hefty increase in salary!  HR will be along
about Wednesday to try and low-ball you; act reluctant and hold 'em up for ten
or fifteen K more than their first offer, plus a relocation package.  They'll
cave; the City office wants you bad, and they've been authorized to offer more
than that!"  He winked, "Don't tell 'em I said so...."

	Mike was right; ten days later, Alan was settling into a hotel in the
vicinity of Pamela and Margot's house (NOT the Inn), having announced to HR's
delight that inner city conditions were too hectic and expensive.  Margot
having already all but moved out to be with Vern, Alan spent very little time
at the hotel.  Wedding plans were made, and went forward; when Pamela
miscarried a month and a half later (the doctor felt that Pamela had taken her
body by surprise, and warned that the next 'accident' would likely result in a
birth), it slowed things but didn't stop them; the couple was married in the
fall....