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Scott Gordon hesitated at the bedroom door. Should he step out into the hall and confront his two teen-age daughters? Or, should he let pass the fact that they were sneaking back into the house at five o'clock in the morning? Their normal curfew was twelve o'clock, but his wife Sandy had talked him into letting them stay out later for the end of school year party at their friend Maxine's house. So, they were supposed to have been home by two.

According to Sandy, the girls needed the chance to unwind. Besides, both Maxine's parents were doctors. They wouldn't let anything unsafe happen at their house. Of course, neither Sandy nor Scott knew that Maxine's parents were in Europe and that her older brother Dillon was the sole chaperon. Or, that Dillon loved letting Maxine have all the parties she wanted to have just so he could score with her friends. No, neither Sandy nor Scott knew about that. Sandy knew more than Scott did about their daughters, but she still didn't know everything.

Scott sighed, not wanting a confrontation, he turned and tip toed back to bed. As he slipped under the sheets with Sandy, he felt her stir and roll over. He patted her butt and she said, "What was it?"

"Jennifer and Alyson sneaking into the house."

"Really?" Sandy said as she felt Scott ease into the spoon position along side her. "I thought it was later than that."

"It is later than that," Scott said. "They're three hours past curfew."

Sandy didn't say anything else because she was distracted by the obvious erection she felt pushing against her ass. Scott felt her slowly begin to rub her ass against his stiff cock, but still voiced the question that was in his mind. "You think they're still virgins?"

"Huh," she softly gasped?

"The girls. Do you think they're still virgins?"

She rolled over to face him and as she kissed his lips, she let her hand fall to the bulge in his under shorts. She gripped her husband's cock and felt it grow even harder. They'd had a lot of problems in the last year. Scott had lost his job as an engineer and the stress had rendered him all but dysfunctional. It had been a really long time since they'd had sex.

"You really want to talk about the girls' sex lives right now?" she said as she worked her hand into his shorts and slowly stroked it up and down the length of his cock.

He sucked in his breath before saying, "Do you think they have sex lives?"

"Of course," she said as she kissed one side of his neck. "They're teenagers," she said as she kissed the other. "They're controlled by their urges," she said as she kissed his chest and pushed down his shorts so that his cock was free for her to stroke. "And most of those urges are sexual," she said just before she took the tip of his cock into her mouth. "Just like this one."

Then she slowly moved her lips down over the head of his cock, slowly sucking the area where she knew he had the greatest sensation until he gasped and pulled her lips from his cock. No longer caring if she thought his daughters were still pure, he pushed her onto her back and lifted her nightgown up, exposing her bare pussy. One touch told him she was already wet, letting him know to dispense with foreplay. She opened her legs as he rubbed the moist lips of her cunt with the head of his cock.

She gasped as he eased the cock into her. My God, she thought, I'm actually going to get fucked by my husband. Scott pushed the cock halfway into her and she groaned, "Yes."

He eased back so that only the tip was still inside. Then he eased back a little more and again rubbed the lips of her pussy with the head of his cock. Not moist lips now though. No, now they were dripping lips. She groaned again, and lifted her ass off the bed and pushed up, thrusting her pussy at his cock. He sank into her, smoothly penetrating her, and they both gasped as the head of his cock hit the back wall of her vaginal tunnel.

"Oh my God, Scott," she cried out as he furiously began to pump his cock in and out of her. "Yes. Yes. Yes. That's it. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me."

In mere seconds, he sent her screaming into orgasm and was seconds later spilling his seed inside her, as she lay spent beneath him.

*

Laurie answered the knock at her door. Fortunately, she'd been in the kitchen looking for a match, or she might not have heard it. When she opened the door, she smiled and said, "Hey, Scott. I thought you were going to New York for that job interview this morning."

Scott quickly let his eyes scan her naked body, matched her smile and said, "I am, but I just had to see you before I left."

Laurie hesitated, but said, "Okay. I've kind of got company, but we can go to the other bedroom."

As soon as the disappointment appeared on Scott's face, she said, "Don't be that way. Some friends flew in last night and we had a little party. I knew you were home with your wife or I would have invited you over too. It's okay though. They're all in the main bedroom and we can go into the spare and play for a while. When I got up to look for a match to light my cigarette, everyone else was asleep."

He hesitated, before saying, "Maybe I should go on to the airport."

She took his hand and pulled him into the apartment. For a girl that was only five-five and weighed 115, she was very strong. She knew Scott liked how strong she was in bed. Her last lover, Paul Wagstaffe, had liked it too. But, just like Scott, he was married to a beautiful woman that he would never leave. So, she had moved on. Too bad, she just moved on in the same direction.

She led Scott by the hand and took him to the nearest bedroom. She closed the door behind them and said, "Quiet about it though. They might wake up any minute."

Scott smiled again as she began pulling his shirt out of his pants, and said, "We could try out that camera equipment you asked me to install. That will tell us when they wake up."

Laurie pretended to be in shock as she finished removing his shirt. She playfully bit his left nipple and said, "Scott Gordon. Aren't you the evil one, wanting to spy on my friends?"

"Me," he said. "You're the one that wanted the stuff installed."

"That was so me and my friends could watch ourselves," she said. "Not so I could spy on them."

"Okay," he said as he dodged being bitten on the other nipple. "Forget I said anything."

She stood up on her toes and kissed him before saying, "Why forget it? I think it's a great idea. Just evil."

Then with a laugh, she turned on the TV and made adjustments to an electronic box sitting atop it. To the casual observer, the box might appear to be a DVD player or a cable box, but it was actually the controls for viewing the picture provided by four hidden cameras within Laurie's other bedroom.

Two large, extremely well built men lay lengthwise on Laurie's King sized bed. From the similarity of their appearance and the difference of their age, Scott made the guess that if they weren't father and son, they were at least uncle and nephew.

On the outside of each of the men, were two blondes, both sound asleep. Scott immediately recognized the six-foot long blonde sleeping next to the older man as Laurie's roommate, Francine. Everyone called her Frankie. The blonde sleeping next to the other man though was probably a couple of years younger than Laurie and Frankie. At the most, she was eighteen. She was almost as tall as Frankie though. Maybe five-ten.

Scott felt his dick begin to stir and then realized that his pants were gone and that Laurie was on her knees sucking him while he watched her friends sleep. He glanced back at the screen and saw that there was another young girl, a brunette with very short hair, lying between the younger guy's legs sucking his dick.

With Laurie, he thought, that made four girls for two guys. Damn. She should have called him after all. At that moment, Laurie rose up from her knees and pushed him down onto the bed. Then she climbed onto his lap and slowly eased herself down onto his cock, inch by inch impaling herself as she went.

When he was fully inside her, she gasped and began to rock slowly back and forth. Scott glanced back at the screen and noticed that the older guy was awake now and that the brunette had moved over to suck his dick too. After a few sucks, she went back to sucking on the guy's son. When she switched back again, and began sucking the dad's cock, Scott noticed something familiar about the young blonde sleeping next to the son.

Shit, he thought. I know her from somewhere.

"Laurie?"

By this time she was furiously rising up and down on his cock, but between pants managed to acknowledge his calling her name. "Yeah, baby. Feels so fucking good, baby. Love your cock inside me."

Forgetting what he had seen on the TV, Scott began to just as furiously match her movement, thrusting up with his hips to drive his cock deep into her cunt. In short order, she was throwing back her head and screaming with the release of her orgasm. When she finished cumming, she rolled off his lap onto the bed next to him and took his cock back into her mouth.

Scott's attention went back to the TV and he saw the girl still alternating between sucking off the two men. Amazed with what he saw, his cock seemed to grow harder. Noticing this, Laurie stopped sucking and looked at the screen too. "She seems to like having two cocks to suck."

Clearing his throat, Scott said, "Yeah. It looks that way."

"Wanna give her a third one," Laurie said as she cupped his balls in her soft hands.

Scott shook his head and lay back as she took him in her mouth again. In a moment he released everything and was shooting his load against the back of her throat.

Scott opened his eyes and saw the younger guy had just finished shooting his load too. The blonde next to him was awake now and was sharing a kiss with the brunette that had just sucked him off. "Damn," Scott said aloud. "Where do I know her from?"

"Who?" Laurie asked. "Taylor, or Kelli?"

"Taylor," Scott said very slowly. "Is that the blonde's name?"

"Yes," Laurie said. "Taylor Morgan."

Scott slapped his forehead and said, "Shit. I've got to get out of here."

"Why?"

"That girl goes to high school with my daughter Jennifer. They were co-captains of the cheerleading squad last year."

"Cool," Laurie said. "Wanna fuck her?"

Scott shook his head violently and said, "Of course not."

Laurie nodded her head in the direction of Scott's pole that was pointing straight to the ceiling and said, "You sure got hard again awfully fast."

*

Jennifer Gordon finished brushing her teeth and stopped to admire herself in the mirror. She gargled with Listerine and tried to clear her head. A lot was going through her mind, and the after effects of all the rum and cokes she'd had the night before weren't helping her think them through. She'd barely been able to get her sister Alyson home. Alyson wasn't much of a drinker, and the Bacardi 151 she had been guzzling at the party really wiped her out.

Jennifer giggled when she thought about carrying her younger sister into the house. They'd been three hours late and she couldn't believe her father wasn't up waiting for them when they'd finally made it home from the party. Damn, she thought. What a fucking party.

She was certain her boyfriend was cheating on her. She hadn't caught him in the act, but she overheard the slut he used to take out telling someone else he was going to meet with her after Jennifer went home. For that reason, Jennifer had all but refused to leave the party. Of course, the longer they stayed, the more rum she and Alyson and her friend Dina drank.

Dina was another thought on her mind. They'd both been nearly as drunk as Alyson and ended up humping each other on one of the bathroom floors at the party. It had started with a kiss that came out of nowhere, which led to another kiss, which led to them stripping out of their panties, wrestling down to the floor, and rubbing their clits together until they both came.

Jennifer wasn't sure what thoughts occupied her mind more. Whether or not she had a faithful boyfriend. Or, whether or not her best friend was now her lover. Shit, she thought. She'd never even considered having sex with Dina before last night. When they were a lot younger and first started liking boys, they used to practice kissing together. But that was just experimenting. Last night had been full out, passionate, heated, on fire sex. And, she'd loved it. She was pretty sure Dina had loved it too.

Wow! Alyson was always teasing her and calling her a dyke because she played tennis. According to her, all tennis players were lesbians just like Martina Navrotalova and Billie Jean King. Now. Who knows, Jennifer thought, maybe I really am a dyke.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Freshly scrubbed eighteen year old face. Just a touch of freckles on the nose and cheeks. Tan from the sun. No real need for make up. Sun streaked, dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She cupped her firm, full breasts and pushed them up and together. She loved her breasts. Her C cup bras were on the verge of being too small for her. She let go of her breasts and slid the tips of her fingers down her toned, flat tummy. Stopped at the belly button and wondered how she'd look with a pierced navel. Her friend Taylor had one and it was adorable. Her fingers continued their downward movement and made their way to her bush. Thick and dark, almost black, she loved how thick and full her pubic hair was. Still, she wondered what it would be like shaved. Maybe Dina will want it shaved before she goes down on me, Jennifer thought.

What the hell? My God, she thought. I am a fucking dyke. She turned sideways and looked at her ass. Wide, flaring and round, just like her mom's. She didn't know a guy alive that didn't love her ass. She, personally, hated it. She liked Dina's ass. It was round and tight, but not so obvious. Not quite as ghetto as hers was. Alyson's was a cross between hers and Dina's. She thought about her friend Taylor again. Now, there was a fine ass, that and long legs that went on forever. Love to bury my face in that. My God, she thought. It's true. I am a fucking dyke.

Shit! She lifted her hands to her hair and smoothly removed the rubber band holding her ponytail, dropped it on the sink counter, and let her hair fall. After she gave it a shake, she said to herself, "Might as well go back to bed and get some more fucking sleep."

She stepped lightly out of the bathroom, crossed the hall, and entered her bedroom. With a start, she gasped and put her hand to her mouth as soon as she saw her boyfriend, Oliver Bolton, lying naked on her bed. "My God, Oliver," she said. "How did you get in here?"

"Your mom let me in."

"Mom knows you're here. Like this."

He laughed and shook his head. "She knows I'm in the house. I doubt she knows I'm in your bed with no clothes on."

"Keep your voice down," Jennifer said. "You want her coming in here and catching us again?"

Oliver shrugged his well-muscled shoulders and said, "Last time she caught us in bed, she took you to the doctor for birth control pills. I really don't think we've too much to worry about from her."

"I'd still feel strange doing it with her in the next room," Jennifer said not hiding her doubt.

Oliver smiled. "No problem then. She was leaving as I got here."

"Really," Jennifer's face brightened. "Did she say where she was going?"

"No. But she was dressed nice, in a maroon business suit with a super short skirt. What do they call them? Microminis? Really showed her legs and that wonder ass of hers."

Jennifer looked for something to throw, and not finding it, jumped on the bed to playfully punch Oliver in the chest. "What are you doing checking out my mom's ass?"

Oliver wrestled her onto her back and struggled into position between her legs. Without thinking, Jennifer opened them and let him ease into place, his raging hard-on pressing against the lips of her pussy. After a brief kiss, followed by a longer, wetter one, he said, "Her ass is just like yours. What guy wouldn't check it out?"

Jennifer returned his kiss again before wiggling out from under him and pushing him onto his back. She cupped his cock in her hand and slowly began to stroke the length of it. Oliver sighed and said, "Damn, that feels so good when you do that."

"Uh huh," she said. "But I know this feels better."

Then she lowered her face to his cock and let her lips slide over the tip, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. She slowly sucked just that portion for about a minute before drawing more of the cock into her mouth. She'd been sucking him for about three minutes by the time she finally had lowered her lips over the entire shaft. Then she slowly began to slide her mouth up and down the pole. Drawing him out. Sucking him in. Drawing him out. Sucking him in.

After about another minute of that, Oliver was gasping and declaring his imminent eruption. Jennifer kept sucking until he could no longer hold back and grabbed handfuls of her hair as he exploded in her mouth. When she'd first started giving Oliver blowjobs, she'd not been able to tolerate the taste. But, over time, she'd grown accustomed and was able to swallow without gagging. She still didn't like the taste, but she let him cum in her mouth anyway because she knew he liked it when she did.

She finished sucking him and lifted her face off his cock. She gripped him in her hand again and slowly stroked it. She wondered if other guys stayed hard the way Oliver did after he came. Probably not. Oliver had more than his fair share of testosterone. What got him his football scholarship to Baylor for the following year was also what kept his dick eternally erect. Not that she was complaining. She loved getting fucked. Loved it. And it was hard to get fucked when the boyfriend's dick stayed soft. Or, at least, so she had heard. Never having even been naked with another boy, let alone fucked by one, Jennifer wouldn't really know much about their erection tendencies. Only what she'd heard in the girl's locker room. And, believe it or not, that was a lot. People think guys talk about pussy in their locker rooms. Well, those people should hear the way cock gets discussed in a girl's room.

Jennifer released her grip on Oliver's cock and looked in the top drawer of the nightstand next to her bed. Lying next to her pack of Camel Lights and her cigarette lighter was a single condom. Her last one.

Oliver groaned when he saw her pull it out of the drawer. "Come on, Jennifer. You're on the pill. We don't need that."

"Double protection," she said. If I ever catch him for sure with that skank Sarah Pursey, she thought, he'll be lucky if I let him fuck me with two rubbers on.

Oliver sighed again as she slowly rolled the condom down over his cock. No sense arguing. She'd only ever let him fuck her without a condom one time. After that, he had stupidly let it slip that he'd fucked Sarah Pursey, and Jennifer stubbornly clung to not let his bare cock inside her.

As soon as Jennifer finished putting the condom on Oliver's cock, she took his hand and pulled him to her as she lay back. He moved between her legs and she reflexively opened them and raised her knees. As if guided by radar, his cock went straight to the moist lips of her cunt. He laughed to himself as the picture of a heat-seeking missile finding its mark entered his mind. One firm push, and the head of that missile was stretching open the lips of her pussy and making its way further into the target.

Jennifer gasped. They'd fucked every day for the last month. Some days two or three times, and it still hurt a little bit. Just a little though, and only in the beginning. Once he was inside, the pleasure sensations took over and she forgot all about the abnormal stretching Oliver's massive tool seemed to put her through. Oliver stopped once the head was inside and let Jennifer adjust to his cock. Her pussy seemed to conform its shape to him as if they were made for each other.
As soon as he recognized relaxation seeping back into her eyes, he gave another firm push and sank about half of his eight-inch cock inside her. Jennifer gasped again, but he knew this gasp was more joy and anticipation than it was pain like the first one had been. Two more pushes and he was all the way inside her. Once her pussy was filled with his cock, he stopped and let her take another moment to adjust. He leaned his lips down to hers and they kissed. Softly at first, only with lips. Then her lips parted, and their tongues teased and touched. Then their tongues danced a slow waltz. As that waltz turned into a fierce duel, Oliver began to rock his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of her pussy. The more passionately their tongues dueled, the faster he drove his cock.

With each thrust, he took her a little higher toward the top of the mountain peak that would be her orgasm. Driving into her and into her, he pushed her higher and higher until just before she reached that peak, he himself could no longer hold back his release and he began to pump out his second load of the morning.

Before she could direct him to do so, Oliver pulled his fading erection out of her pussy and scooted down the bed so that he could lean his face into her dripping cunt. No, her cunt wasn't dripping. It was pouring juice down her legs and ass. As soon as he placed the tip of his tongue onto her swollen clitoris, she began to scream and moan and gasp and frantically thrash around the bed. The wilder she went, the more he flicked his tongue across her clit, taking her to the top of that mountain and over until she went limp beneath him.

"Oh shit. Goddamn. Goddamn. Goddamn," she said. "That was the best fuck we've had yet."

As Oliver crawled up beside her, she rolled over and took her cigarettes out of the drawer. After shaking one out and lighting it, she sucked deeply on the filter, dragging as much smoke into her lungs as was humanly possible and then blowing it to the ceiling. Oliver shook his head when she tried to get him to take a drag and said, "You know I don't do that shit, Jennifer."

She giggled and said, "I know. It's still fun to try to corrupt you though."

"Shit."

She laughed again. "I know," she said. "My Oliver, the star quarterback, all city, all county, all state, all American, ALL FUCKING EVERYTHING, is incorruptible. He doesn't drink, he doesn't smoke cigarettes, and he doesn't even eat chocolate."

She held the cigarette with her lips and let it dangle as she cupped his cock again. It was already half hard and with a couple of strokes she had it fully erect. She let go of his cock and took another drag on the cigarette then she placed it in the ashtray before taking hold of his cock again and kissing the tip of it. She slowly licked around the head and down the length before she looked up and said, "Nope. He doesn't do any of that, but he does fuck. Oh he fucks."

Oliver sucked his breath in as she took him back in her mouth and deep throated his cock. She spent about thirty seconds sucking him before he guided her face off of his cock and kissed her lips. He pushed her onto her back and rubbed the lips of her pussy with the head of his cock. She shook her head and said, "No, Oliver."

"I want it, Jenny," he said as he pushed the tip of his cock inside her."

She shook her head harder and said, "No. Not without a condom."

He pushed again. She was still stretched and open from their first fuck, and this push put him all the way inside her. She groaned and shook her head again. "Damn it, Oliver. You can't do this."

He worked it in and out a couple of strokes and said, "I am doing it."

She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth and tried to keep her resolve, but all she could think about was how good his cock moving in and out of her felt. He kept moving it in and out. As soon as he knew for sure that she was going to let him, he began to fuck faster.

She moaned as the speed of his hips thrusting in and out picked up to near supersonic pace, and in only a few seconds she was screaming in orgasm again. And, seconds later she was feeling the warm fluid of Oliver's orgasm seeping inside her. And, seconds after that he collapsed and rolled off of her.

She closed her eyes and squeezed them tight before she opened them again and reached for the cigarette that had burned out. She lit it again and turned back to Oliver as she felt the weight shift on his side of the bed. She saw that he was getting dressed and said, "Where are you going?"

"I can't stay," he said as he bent to tie his shoes.

She blew smoke in his direction and said, "But it's Saturday. What have you got to do?"

"Just stuff. Okay."

"All right," she said. "Don't get so fucking testy."

He sighed and said, "I'm sorry. I've got to go baby-sit, okay."

"Why didn't you just tell me that to begin with?"

He shrugged and said, "Maybe because I don't think I should have to explain every move I make to you."

"I see," she said.

"Do you?"

"Yeah. I do," she said. He's going to go see that slut Sarah Pursey, she thought.

*

Sandy Gordon placed her phone back down on her desk. The fake smile she'd had while she was talking faded and she pressed her fingertips into her temples to try to overcome the headache that conversation had given her. Jesus Fucking Christ, she thought, I fucking hope Scott gets that job in New York. This sales bullshit is glorified prostitution and I can't fucking wait to quit it. At that moment, the phone on her desk rang again. "Great," she said to herself. "Another asshole doctor pretending he's interested in Hudson Pharmaceuticals' products when all he really wants is to get under my skirt."

She picked up the phone on the third ring, and in a voice that said nothing but pleasantness, said, "Hudson Pharmaceuticals. This is Sandy."

"Sandy. This is Jake Guerra."

"Jake," Sandy said. Surprised. "Wow. What are you up to?"

"Just wanted to see if you'd like to go to a party with me tonight."

"What kind of party?" Sandy asked.

"You know. A let down your hair, have a little fun, and relieve some stress kind of party."

"Damn. I could use some of that."

"We all could," Jake said. "My friend Cleo, she's a surgeon I know, has some friends in town for the weekend. Plus, she just moved into a new house out by the lake. She's having a party to celebrate."

"I don't know, Jake."

"Come on, Sandy," Jake said. "Her parties are famous throughout the hospital for how wild they can get."

"Jake. You know I'm married."

"Yeah. I know. That didn't bother us the other times we got together."

"Well," Sandy said. "My husband is in New York."

"Yeah."

"And, I could use some unwinding."

"There you go," he said. "I'll pick you up at eight."

"Yeah. Fucking right," she said. "My daughters might be home. I'll meet you at your condo."

"Just meet me at the hospital then," he said. "I wasn't going to go home."

"Cool," she said. "See you at eight."

She put the phone down. This time her smile was genuine. When it rang again, she was able to answer without faking her pleasantness. "Hudson Pharmaceuticals. This is Sandy."

"Sandy. This is Carmen. Mr. Hudson wants to see you in his office."

"Right now?" Sandy asked. "Did he say what he wants?"

"You know he never tells me that," Hudson's secretary answered.

*

Dina took a hit on the joint and handed it to Jennifer so she could finish it. Jennifer had been glad when her friend had shown up shortly after Oliver left. She had been even gladder as soon as she saw that Dina had some good weed with her. They waited about an hour until Alyson got up, showered and walked over to a neighbor's house. Jennifer had smoked pot in front of Alyson before. She'd even shared a joint or two with her sister. She just didn't want Alyson around for the conversation she intended to have with Dina, and she knew once her lungs started filling up with marijuana smoke, her lips would start flapping.

Jennifer took the last hit on the joint, snuffed it out on the bottom of her sandal and tossed the remains over the fence into her neighbor's yard. She looked back to Dina and said, "So, what do you think?"

Dina brushed her straight black hair off her forehead and said, "Let's go back in the a/c. It's hotter than a motherfucker out here and I don't need to get any darker."

Jennifer opened the sliding glass door and stepped back into her house with Dina following close behind her. Jennifer led her back to her bedroom and as soon as they were inside, they each sat Indian style on the bed facing each other. Jennifer couldn't help thinking how cute Dina looked in her pale blue overall style shorts with only a brown sport bra underneath them. The sport bra almost exactly matched the tone of Dina's skin, so at a glance it appeared as if she had nothing on underneath the overalls.

Without even realizing it, she found herself desiring Dina to be equally attracted to her own outfit of a black, lace trimmed, bikini top and form fitting black short shorts. When she did realize what she was hoping; she immediately thought, shit, I'm turning into a dyke and can't even stop it.

She shook her head and Dina said, "What?"

"Nothing," Jennifer said. "Still beating myself up about Oliver."

"Really?" Dina asked. "That the only thing you've got on your mind?"

Jennifer sighed and said, "No."

"I didn't think so."

"What got into us last night?" Jennifer asked.

Dina shrugged and stretched across the bed to get Jennifer's cigarettes and lighter off the table. As soon as she had a cigarette lit, she said, "You ever do anything like that before?"

Jennifer shook her head and Dina said, "Really?"

"Really."

"Not even with Taylor?"

"Taylor?" Jennifer said. "Why would you ask about her?"

Dina blew out a stream of smoke and handed the cigarette to Jennifer. "Well," Dina said. "She is your little cheerleading buddy."

"Will you stop calling her that?" Jennifer said. "It makes you sound jealous, and I know you're not jealous."

Dina chuckled. "True."

"So why'd you think I might have done something with Taylor?"

"I don't know. Rumor has it she's not exactly particular if it's male or female lips that suck on her pussy."

"What? You've got to be kidding."

"Seriously," Dina said. "You never heard that?"

"Fuck no."

"It might not be true. You're better friends with her than I am."

Jennifer laughed and said, "Dina. You're not friends with her at all."

"See," Dina said. "You are friends with her, so that makes you better friends with her than I am."

Jennifer giggled. "You're so silly."

"Am not."

Jennifer giggled again. "Why don't you like her?"

"I like her."

"Dina."

"I do. I like her just fine."

"Then how come every time I ask you to go do something with her you never want to do it."

"That's not true," Dina said.

"Yes it is."

"No it isn't."

"Then prove it," Jennifer said. "The next time she asks us to do something, you have to say yes."

"You mean the next time she asks YOU to do something," Dina said. "She never asks US to do anything."

"Whatever," Jennifer said. "Is it a deal?"

"Deal," Dina said. "Wanna shake on it?"

"Nope," Jennifer said. "Let's kiss on it."

She leaned her lips to Dina's and both their mouths opened and meshed into a kiss so hot it would have melted steel. When they separated their tongues and came up for air, Dina said, "Definitely deal."

Jennifer laughed and said, "Good. Because she called me before you came over and invited me to a party."

"Huh?"

"A party," Jennifer said. "Some doctor her friend Laurie knows is having a party for some other friends of theirs. It's supposed to be wild."

"You tricked me," Dina said.

Jennifer leaned her lips back to Dina's and just before they met, she said, "Yep."

Their lips met. It was slower, but no less passionate than the last kiss had been. And just as hot. Somewhere during the kiss, Dina's fingers found their way to the string at Jennifer's back and untied her bikini top, letting it fall open. As Jennifer unbuckled the straps to Dina's overalls, Dina was tossing Jennifer's bikini top to the floor and cupping her friend's firm, ripe breasts with her tiny hands. Jennifer let the top of Dina's overalls fall into her lap and smoothly lifted her petite lover's sport bra over her head so that both girls sat before each other topless and drenched in sweat, even though the room's a/c was working full force.

As they leaned their lips into another kiss, they felt their nipples brush together sending tingling sensations through both their bodies. Dina leaned forcefully into Jennifer and Jennifer allowed herself to be taken to her back. As Dina kissed her way down to Jennifer's neck, she cupped Jennifer's breasts again with her hands and slowly tweaked her friend's pink nipples. When Dina kissed her way down to those breasts and softly took a nipple between her lips, Jennifer began to moan.

While she kissed, licked and sucked each of Jennifer's nipples, Dina allowed her fingers to find their way to the button and zipper of Jennifer's shorts. As Dina placed a light hickey on the underside of Jennifer's right boob, Jennifer was raising her ass off the bed so that Dina could slide them over her hips and down her thighs. As soon as they passed her knees, Jennifer kicked and pedaled out of them, sending them flying across the room.

While Dina's fingers began to play with Jennifer's curly mass of pubic hair, her lips were kissing their way down to Jennifer's navel. Jennifer gasped as Dina kissed her way lower and used her fingers to spread open her pussy lips. Just before Dina lowered her tongue to Jennifer's cunt, Dina looked up and said, "Stop me now if you don't want to do this. There is about to be no turning back."

Jennifer answered by lifting her ass off the bed and pushing her pubic mound towards Dina's tongue. Jennifer moaned and gasped as Dina slowly traced the outer lips of Jennifer's pussy with the tip of her tongue. But as soon as Dina's tongue touched her clit, bolts of electricity seemed to shoot through her body. And when Dina's lips wrapped around that clit and began to suck, the electric current only seemed to intensify as shock after shock of pleasure ran through her body.

*

Good God, Hudson thought to himself. This woman is the best cocksucker I've ever known. He groaned as he fought back the urge to cum in Sandy's mouth, and before he did so, he slowly withdrew his cock from her lips. He pulled her from her knees and gently bent her over the side of his oak desk. After positioning himself behind her, he lifted her maroon skirt and slowly rolled her panties down her legs. Once he had them down to her ankles, she stepped out of them and spread her feet apart.

She shivered as Hudson traced his fingers back up her legs and re-lifted her skirt, exposing her gloriously bare ass to him. He put his cock, which was still glistening from her saliva, against her pussy and entered her with one thrust. She moaned and sighed from the penetration and braced herself against the desk as he began to hump against her. She gritted her teeth and tried not to scream. She knew, that Carmen knew, she was in here getting fucked; but she still wanted to be able to look Hudson's secretary in the eye when she left the office. Another thrust and Hudson hit the spot just right.

"SHIT!!!" Sandy screamed. "FUCK ME, MOTHERFUCKER!!! FUCKING FUCK ME!!!"

As he continued to pump her pussy with thrust after thrust from his cock, Hudson playfully slapped one of the cheeks of her ass and as he did so glided his thumb over and pressed it against her tightly puckered asshole. The thumb entering her ass was enough to send Sandy over the edge and into orbit.

"OH GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!! SHIT YEAH!!! SHIT YEAH!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! FUCKING FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME!!! FUCKING FUCK ME!!!"

Her screams were all Hudson had been waiting for, and he ceased to resist his urge to cum, shooting his load deep inside her pussy. As his humping slowed to a halt, he cautiously withdrew his shrinking penis from her pussy and leaned down to kiss Sandy's ear and whisper, "You're the best fuck I've got, Sandy."

She rested her head on her arms and said, "I'm never going to be able to look Carmen in the eye again."

*

Jennifer opened her eyes and looked up to see Dina staring down at her. She'd removed the rest of her clothes and they both lay naked in bed. "What the fuck happened?"

Dina laughed and said, "You came so hard that you passed out."

"Oh shit," Jennifer said. "That was infuckingcredible. I can't believe you've never done that before."

"Actually," Dina said. "I have done it before."

Jennifer sat up and said, "What?"

Dina lowered her eyes and said, "I was going to tell you. When I asked you if you'd ever been with Taylor, I kind of figured you'd ask me if I've ever been with anyone, but you didn't ask."

"Shit," Jennifer said. "Who?"

"I shouldn't tell you."

"Dina," Jennifer said. "This is me, Jenny from the block. You just sucked my pussy and I'm about to suck yours. You can tell me."

"Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"About to suck my pussy."

"Oh yeah," Jennifer said. "You better believe that."

Then she pulled Dina to her so that their lips met. They kissed briefly, but neither wanted to spend any time at it. They both knew what they wanted and meant to get to it. Jennifer pushed Dina onto her back and kissed her way down her neck, briefly stopping to suck and lick Dina's tiny nipples, moving on to her stomach and down to the glory region. Jennifer stopped when she saw that Dina's pussy had been shaved bare. She looked at her friend and said, "You had hair on it last night."

Dina giggled and said, "I didn't want my Jenny getting pussy hair caught between her teeth when she went down on me, so I shaved it all off before I came over here."

"You did, huh," Jennifer said. "Guess you knew what was going to happen then."

Dina giggled again and said, "Yep."

Her giggles turned to a sigh as soon as Jennifer lowered her face to her pussy and breathed in her scent. The sigh turned into a gasp as Jennifer cautiously traced her tongue in a circle around Dina's already aroused clit. Jennifer licked her fingers, getting them wet the way she did when she masturbated, and began to rub slow circles around Dina's clit, just like she often did to her own clit. As she rubbed Dina's clit, she explored and tasted Dina's wet slit with her tongue. All the while Dina was moaning and gasping and fighting hard to keep her breathing even. Then Jennifer wrapped her lips around Dina's swollen clit and began to suck like a new born having its first meal, and Dina lost the fight for control and began sending ear piercing, glass shattering screams throughout the bedroom.

Jennifer sucked Dina's pussy until her tiny friend went limp, then she kissed her way back up Dina's torso, giving her small hickeys at her navel and under each breast as she went, until she was at Dina's neck and she gave her two massive hickeys on each side. Then their lips met again in a fierce kiss. As they kissed, Jennifer eased her mound next to Dina's and they both began to grind together, furiously rubbing clit to clit until they were each brought to orgasm again. At that point, Jennifer collapsed in Dina's arms, kissed her softly on open lips, rolled to the side and said, "My God. Light me a fucking cigarette. Would you?"

Dina giggled and said, "You asking God, or are you asking me?"

Jennifer giggled back and said, "Right now. You are God."

*

Scott took a swallow of his beer and considered the wisdom of slipping out of the bar and walking back to his hotel. He was pretty sure he had the job. He had serious doubts that they would have taken him bar hopping through Manhattan if they didn't want to hire him. Iraq though. Did he really want to go there? No. He had no desire to go there at all. But the money. Good God, the money was hard to refuse. One year there and he wouldn't have to worry that Jenny didn't get her tennis scholarship. He'd make enough in that year to pay Jenny and Aly through college. Still. Fucking Iraq.
He looked around for the two guys that had brought him here. He didn't see either one. He knew one was in the men's room and the other was shooting pool with a chubby redhead. They'd started out in this little Irish Pub that Scott would have been content to stay at, but they'd insisted on going to a strip club next.

Not Scott's scene at all. He'd fallen off the fidelity wagon back in March when he'd started fooling around with Laurie, but he still clung tightly enough to his Baptist morals that watching young girls undress and grind against him for money put him very much at unease. Then they'd moved on to a place called Hogs and Heifers and had finally settled on this place, The Village Idiot.

He took another swallow of his beer and was about to walk out when a voice in his right ear said, "How you enjoying your visit?"

He turned to see a young blonde with a short, almost boyish, haircut smiling at him. She didn't look much older than Alyson, his fifteen-year-old daughter, but she must have been at least twenty-one to get in the bar. She was wearing three-inch heels that let her look Scott in the eye, so that made her be around five-eight. Same height as Alyson too, he thought.

Instinctively, Scott's eyes scanned her body and enjoyed the way her hips flared slightly giving her a hint of an hourglass, and he liked the way her pale legs went on forever as they came out of her short black skirt. He also caught himself admiring the way her little champagne glass titties stood out and pressed against her white thin-strapped tank top without the hindrance of a bra. And of course he couldn't miss the way her nipples stood at attention.

Were it not for the fact that that this girl was light skinned and blonde as opposed to being tan and brunette, she really looked a lot like Alyson. Fuck, he thought. Why am I doing this? Fucking Laurie is perverting the hell out of my thoughts.

Finally, he returned her smile and said, "What makes you think I'm a visitor?"

She smiled and said, "I heard you order your beer. You're not from New York."

"Really," he said. "Where am I from?"

"Somewhere in the south, but I'd guess Texas."

"Wow," he said. "I am from Texas."

She touched her glass to his bottle and said, "I knew it."

He smiled and said, "Good ear."

She laughed. "Not really. It doesn't take much of an ear to know you're not from here. So, you a cowboy?"

He matched her laugh. "No. I'm an electrical engineer. I interviewed for a job today."

Looking him over, she said, "I thought maybe you got those arms wrestling steers. You sure didn't get them designing circuits."

Scott felt like a kid doing it but couldn't resist the urge to pop his bicep into a full muscle and say, "You'd be surprised, but you're right. I lift weights everyday."

"Cool," she said as she reached her hand up and gave his muscle a firm squeeze. Then she closed her fist, bent her arm up, and made her own bicep pop as she said, "So do I. I do it for work though."

"For work? What do you do?"

"I'm a cop."

"Get out of here," Scott said.

"No. Really," she said. "I'm a detective."

"A detective. You look more like a high school hall monitor to me."

"Gee thanks," she said with fake insult. "How old do you think I am?"

"Well," he said. "I've got a daughter that's fifteen, and if I didn't know you had to be twenty-one to get in here, I'd say you weren't any older than her."

She laughed but said, "Fuck you. I'm thirty-two."

"You are not. No way you're a day over twenty-two."

She pulled out her drivers license and handed it to him. As she did so, Scott couldn't help noticing the NYPD badge and 9mm Beretta lying in the bottom of her purse. He looked at the picture on her license, then at the stats. pamela Hogan. DOB 1/14/72. Hair Blonde. Eyes Blue. Height Five-eight. Weight 135. He handed it back to her and said, "Damn, Pamela. You sure look a lot younger."

"Well," she said. "You don't exactly look old enough to have a fifteen year old daughter yourself."

"That's my youngest daughter," he said. "My oldest is eighteen."

"Shit," she said. "How old are you?"

"Forty-four."

"Fuck. I figured you were around my age. Maybe even younger."

"Righteous living," he said.

She laughed and said, "Yeah right."

"What?" he said. "You don't believe that?"

She laughed again and said, "Nope."

Faking offense, he said, "But, why?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that you've got a wife and two daughters back in Texas, but here you are in a famous New York pick-up spot."

Scott shrugged and said, "Hey, I'm just following the two guys I interviewed with today. They brought me out."

"I see," she said. "So, if I invite you back to my apartment in the Bronx, you won't come."

"I don't know," Scott said. "Are you inviting me?"

"What do you think I'm doing, Cowboy?"

"I'm not sure," he said. "I've been out of the loop on these kinds of things for close to twenty years now."

Pam rolled her eyes as she laughed and said, "Next you'll be telling me you're wife is the only woman you sleep with."

Scott stared silently at his bottle before saying, "Well. She is the only one I've SLEPT with in a while."

Pam had been in the middle of taking a drink of her beer when she burst into laughter, from hearing the way he emphasized the word SLEPT, and had to spit it out. She regained her composure and wiped spilt beer off her chin. Then she said, "Let's grab that booth that just opened up, and you can tell me how many other women you haven't SLEPT with while we discuss whether or not I was inviting you to my apartment."

*

"He didn't even answer his phone when we called, Jennifer," Dina said as she pulled her Lincoln Navigator into Oliver's driveway. "Why are we stopping here?"

"Maybe he was in the back with one of his little sisters or something," Jennifer said. "I just want to see if he can go with us and let him know where I'll be."

"Jesus, girl," Dina said. "Is the guy hung so good that you really feel you have to check with him before we go have some fun?"

Jennifer giggled and said, "Yeah, he is."

"Damn," Dina said. "You'll have to let me check that out someday."

"If we can get his little sister to sleep, you can check it out right now."

Dina laughed and said, "You're one sick bitch."

"That's why you love me."

"Probably," Dina said as she opened her door to dismount from the Navigator. Looking at the car parked in the Bolton's driveway, she waited until Jennifer was out of the Navigator too and said, "When did Oliver's mom trade that old Lumina in for a new Nissan Maxima?"

Noticing the car for the first time, Jennifer said, "She didn't."

Then the light went on in both their heads, and Dina voiced their thoughts. "You know who got a new Maxima for graduation, don't you?"

"Yes," Jennifer said. "And it's dark gray just like this one too."

"Sure you wanna go in?"

"Fucking A right I want to go in," Jennifer declared. "If he's really humping that whore, I want to catch him at it and be done with it."

Dina sighed and said, "Let's do this then."

*

Jesus Christ, Sandy thought as Jacob pulled his Corvette to a stop next to a midnight blue Lexus. The half oval driveway to this house must have been a quarter mile long and the house itself looked like a palace. Aloud she said, "My God, Jake. I knew surgeons had money, but this is ridiculous."

"Isn't it though," Jacob said? "She's got money of her own. But unless I misunderstood Cleo though, she doesn't own this place. She's just living in it for the people that are here for the party."

"What's she want to live all the way up here way north of Plano for, when the hospital she works at is in Arlington?"

Jacob laughed. "You're seeing this house and you have to ask that question."

"Okay," Sandy laughed at herself. "Dumb question. I guess this place would be worth the commute."

They reached the front door and it was actually answered by a fully uniformed doorman. Get the fuck out of here, Sandy thought. These people have got all this and I have to suck Hudson's cock twice a week just to make sure I can keep my daughters' college funds in tact. Life ain't fucking fair.

They stepped inside. There must have been about a hundred people drinking, dancing, shooting pool and eating food off trays that were making their way around the house. Sandy had been in stadiums that were smaller than this place. Her eyes glanced up the spiral stairway and she would have sworn she saw a naked girl running down the hall with an equally naked man chasing behind her. Not woman. Girl. Shit, she thought. I've got to be seeing things.

She looked back to Jacob and realized he was talking to a five-ten blonde in a white pullover minidress with tits that matched her own 36 Ds. I've seen her at the hospital, Sandy thought. She smiled at the blonde and said, "Hi, I'm Sandy Gordon."

Jake handed Sandy a drink and said, "Pardon my manners. Sandy, this is Dr. Cleopatra El McTomb. She's the chief surgical resident at Baptist Memorial."

Sandy shook the hand she was being offered and said, "Nice to meet you Dr. El McTomb."

"Please," Cleo said. "It's just Cleo. I hate that formal shit."

Liking her immediately, Sandy laughed and said, "Cleo it is. Hey, it was kind of a long drive out here. Is there some place I can go powder my nose?"

Sandy noticed that, for some reason, Jake looked at her funny when she said this. But, before she could inquire as to why, Cleo said, "I was about to go do that myself."

Before Sandy could reply, Jake said, "You POWDER your nose, Sandy?"

"Don't be silly, Jake," Cleo said as she took Sandy's hand to lead her off. "This is a party. We all powder our noses. Isn't that right, Sandy?"

Still not getting what the big deal was, Sandy shrugged and said, "I don't know if everyone powders their nose, but I sure powder mine when it needs it."

Cleo laughed and said, "Don't worry, Jake. I'll get her back to you."

*

With Dina following closely behind, Jennifer stepped quietly down the carpeted hallway of the Bolton's house. It was actually Calvary Baptist Church's house, but with Oliver's dad being the Pastor, they considered it theirs. Half way down the hall, the grunting noises became more and more clear to the ear; and whatever hopes Jennifer had, soon vanished. They neared the open doorway to Oliver's room and Jennifer paused and turned to look at Dina. Dina shrugged and whispered, "We came this far. Let's finish it."

They both quietly eased up to the doorway and peeked inside. Bill Cornwall was sitting with his back against the bed's headboard and his legs open while Sarah Purcey's head slowly bobbed up and down on his cock. While she sucked Bill's cock, Oliver was on his knees behind her fucking her doggie style.

As Oliver's pace began to increase, she let Bill's cock slip from her lips and she turned her head back to Oliver and through gritted teeth said, "Yeah, baby. Fuck me good. Fuck me real good. I bet your little cheerleader doesn't fuck you like this."

As he continued to pump his cock into Sarah from behind, Oliver shook his head and said, "Oh hell no. She only ever wants to do it in the missionary position and then she just lays there and lets it happen."

Jennifer's mouth fell open and she felt even more betrayed by those words than she did by the sight of her boyfriend fucking another girl. Tears ran down her cheek and before she could step into the bedroom to confront them, Dina grabbed her arm and shook her head.

"Come on, baby," Dina said. "Let's just get out of here. It's not worth it."

Jennifer nodded and let Dina lead her out of the house.

*

"So, are you in a special squad?" Scott asked as he sat down across from Pam and handed her another Corona.

She shook her head before lifting the bottle up to her lips for a drink and said, "No, I'm in a regular detective squad. I was in Narcotics working undercover for a while and for obvious reasons I still get loaned out to Vice, but I like being versatile."

"What was Narcotics like," Scott asked?

Pam shook her head and shivered. "Intense. It was hard to keep from getting caught up in it."

"What do you mean?"

She hesitated. "Well, I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but I doubt you're an IAD plant," she said. "But, the shit is right there in your face all the time, and when you're making buys and making friends with dealers, they EXPECT you to get high with them."

"Wow," Scott said. "What do you do?"

"Shit," she said. "What the fuck do you think? You want to make the bust and you want to stay alive, you get high."

"No shit," Scott said

She shrugged, "It was part of the job. Nobody talks about it, and we all deny it in court, but everyone knows what goes down. Taking a hit off a joint never bothered me, but I was always scared whenever I had to do a line of coke or crystal. I just liked that shit way too much. Still do, but I stay away from it as much as I can."

"Damn," Scott said. "I've never done the stuff. Nobody in my family has."

She gave him a look that said volumes but voiced, "Are you sure about that?"

"Oh yeah," Scott said. "My little girls aren't into that."

"I hope you're right," Pam said. "What about your wife?"

"Sandy?" Scott shook his head almost violently. "No way. She's as straight as they come."

*

Sandy followed Cleo into one of the upstairs bathrooms. As they passed by a room, she definitely heard the undeniable sound of two people fucking. Cleo closed the bathroom door behind her and Sandy noticed that there was another door that probably led into a bedroom. From the location, it was probably the same bedroom she'd heard the coupling sounds coming from. Her ears perked and she said, "Sounds like someone's having fun."

Cleo laughed. "Oh yeah," she said. "There'll be plenty of that. Ready to powder that nose?"

Uncomfortable now, Sandy looked over at the toilet seat and said, "You go first."

"Cool," Cleo said. But instead of lifting her dress and sitting on the toilet, she opened the medicine cabinet and took out a small vial. After lying a mirror flat, she dumped the white powder contents of the vial onto the mirror, and with a razor blade that had been lying on the counter, divided those contents into four lines of white powder. Sandy hadn't noticed a gold straw lying next to the razorblade, but her jaw had already dropped by the time Cleo picked up that straw and used it to snort two of the four lines.

When Cleo handed Sandy the straw, she didn't know what to do but take it from her. With the straw in her hand, she seemed drawn to the mirror as she leaned her face down to it and snorted first one and then the last of the lines. Feeling awareness like she'd never felt before, Sandy closed her eyes and said, "My fucking God. Is that coke?"

Cleo laughed and said, "It sure as hell ain't sugar, baby."

"Oh my God," Sandy said. "I never felt any kind of rush like that before."

Cleo laughed again. "You've never done coke?"

Sandy shook her head and said, "No."

"What were you talking about then when you said you had to powder your nose?"

Sandy stepped over to the toilet and pulled down her white shorts along with the orange thong she was wearing underneath them and sat on the open seat. She sighed with relief as soon as the tinkling sound commenced and said, "I had to pee."

Cleo covered her mouth to hide her laughter and said; "I haven't heard anyone use that expression about using the toilet other than in the movies."

Sandy shrugged as she continued to pee and said, "My mother, the Pastor's wife, used to use it all the time. For some reason, I adopt it at the most unusual times."

Sandy finished and after wiping herself stood up and tossed the tissue in the toilet. Before she flushed, she looked at Cleo and asked if she needed to use it. Cleo shook her head and said, "No. I really came here for the nose powder."

Cleo waited for Sandy to flush and said, "That's a nice ring. You married?"

Sandy blushed slightly and said, "Yeah."

Cleo laughed again and said, "That's my Jake."

Curious, Sandy asked, "He likes married women?"

"He likes women period. I think he's fucked every nurse in the ER, and half of the rest of the nurses in the hospital, but he especially likes women that aren't looking for an attachment."

"What about Chief Surgical Residents," Sandy asked? "How many of those has he fucked?"

Cleo shook her head and said, "At one time I would have loved being a notch on Jake Guerra's bedpost, but he's not what I'm into these days."

Sandy rested her ass against the edge of the counter top and crossed her arms beneath her bosom, accentuating the way her orange biking top revealed under her white cotton shirt that was left unbuttoned and tied in a knot below her heavy breasts.

"What are you looking for," Sandy asked? "A guy that wants to attach?"

Cleo smiled and said, "Not exactly."

Sandy shrugged and held her open palms to the ceiling showing her puzzlement. Cleo smiled again and stepped closer to Sandy. Before Sandy knew what she was doing, she leaned her lips to Sandy's. The natural thing for Sandy to do was let her lips open and accept Cleo's tongue.

That went on for about thirty seconds before Cleo broke the kiss and said, "Wow. I wasn't expecting that good a response."

Flushed. Sandy said, "Neither was I. You're a lesbian?"

"I still like a cock from time to time," Cleo said. "But for the most part, I just like women. What about you? You're a wonderful kisser, by the way."

Still flushed, Sandy said, "I don't know what to say right now, but you're the first woman I've ever kissed."

Cleo let her fingers trace across Sandy's left breast and brush her nipple until it became hard. Then she said, "We better get you back to Jake before he takes a fit, but get away from him later, and I'll give you another first."

Sandy didn't say no.

*

When Taylor had called Jennifer earlier in the day, she had told her to be at Laurie's apartment by nine o'clock if she still wanted to go. It was a quarter after when she and Dina arrived at the door, but from the stereo blaring out Toxic by Britney Spears, they knew they weren't too late.

Jennifer rang the bell and Taylor answered the door right away. The first thing Dina noticed was how dilated Taylor's pupils were. She could only see a tiny blue ring around the black pupil in each eye. Taylor smiled at Jennifer and gave her a hug. Then she looked at Dina and said, "Hey, Nouri. What's up?"

"Not much, Morgan," Dina said. "We weren't sure y'all would still be here."

Taylor smiled and said, "We're having our own private party before we leave. Come on in."

Jennifer stepped into the apartment with Dina following behind her. Taylor gave a quick scan of Jennifer's black bikini top and form fitting shorts along with Dina's overall shorts and her white bikini underneath it. "Perfect," she said. "We'll probably all end up in the pool or the lake before the night's over. You both look hot too. If either one of you ever wanted to fuck a millionaire, tonight's your chance."

Dina rolled her eyes, but Taylor was too stoned to notice. She turned into the apartment where three girls sat on the living room floor gathered around a glass top coffee table. "Hey, everyone," she said. "These are my friends Jennifer and Dina."

Then she pointed to the six-foot tall blonde and said, "This is Francine. We call her Frankie."

Frankie stood up and gave Jennifer a hug and said in her Liz Hurley accent, "We've met, remember."

Jennifer returned her hug and said, "Yeah we're still supposed to get together and hit some balls someday."

"Anytime," Frankie said. "Did you get that scholarship?"

Jennifer shook her head and said, "I blew it at state this year. I barely won my quarterfinal match, and then I got blown out in the semis."
"Sorry," Frankie said.

Jennifer shrugged and said, "No big deal. I'll find another way to pay for college."

"Sure you will," Frankie said. Then she gave Dina a hug and said, "Hey, little one. God you're cute."

Dina blushed and said, "Thanks."

Liking seeing Dina uncomfortable, Taylor smiled and pointed to the shorter of the two pretty brunettes and said, "This is my girl, Laurie."

Laurie stood up and gave Jennifer a big hug and to Jennifer and Dina's surprise a soft kiss. On the lips! Then she said, "I've seen you around at the pool a lot when you visit your dad. I work part time in the office here. Your dad talks about you constantly. You and your sister."

Flushed from the kiss, Jennifer said, "I know. He won't shut up."

"No," Laurie said. "He's really sweet. And you ARE a total fucking hottie."

She turned to Dina before Jennifer could say anything and gave her a hug and a kiss as well. Perhaps she lingered just a bit longer on Dina's lips than she did Jennifer's. "Hmm," she said. "Frankie's right. You are a cutie. Taylor and Kelli are already hooked up, so me and Frankie will be fighting over which one of you we get."

Jennifer and Dina saw Taylor sitting on the floor with the other brunette who could only be Kelli. Actually, by now, they were not sitting but laying and they kissed slowly as they lay, with neither girl being shy about where she put her hands on the other one. Now, Jennifer and Dina both blushed and Laurie laughed. "God, Frankie," she said. "They're both so shy. Which one do you want?"

As Frankie kneeled back to the floor and picked a gold straw up from the coffee table, she said, "We'll work that out at some point tonight."

Then, for the first time, Jennifer and Dina noticed the several lines of cocaine already laid out on the glass tabletop. Their eyes grew as they watched Frankie snort two of the lines and hand the straw to Laurie. Laurie snorted first one line with her left nostril and then another line with her right. Then she handed the straw to Jennifer. Without even thinking about it, Jennifer took the straw and kneeled in front of the table. She snorted one line quickly into her nose and felt the sudden rush as she absorbed the cocaine into her bloodstream through her nasal cavity. She shook her head and said, "God fucking damn."

Then she switched nostrils like Laurie had done and snorted another line. She felt another rush just as intense as the first one had been and shook her head again and said, "Shit! That's in-fucking-credible."

Then she handed the straw to Dina, and after witnessing that reaction, there was no way Dina was going to pass up finally trying coke. Besides, she and Jennifer had always said they'd never do cocaine unless they were together. Dina took the straw and just as intently used each nostril to suck up two of the lines of coke. Taylor was still kissing the other girl, so Dina offered the straw back to Frankie. Frankie placed the straw down on the table and said, "Huh uh, cutie. I want you."

Then she took Dina's hand and pulled her into her until their lips meet. At the same time, Jennifer felt Laurie's hands reaching around from behind her and cupping her breasts. She shivered, as her nipples grew erect from Laurie's thumb flicking across them. Then Laurie was licking her ear and then whispering into it. "God, girl," she said. "You are so fucking hot, and I can't wait to get Scott's little girl's face between my legs."

*

Another round of beers came and Scott asked, "So what made you want to be a cop?"

Pam shrugged. "I don't know. I'm not an adrenaline junky or anything like a lot of guys on the job. I was looking for work, and I saw an ad in the Times. It said females encouraged to apply, so I said what the fuck and went down and filled out an application. They called me in for an interview, and I started the academy the next month."

"Cool," Scott said. "How do you like it?"

"It's alright," she said. "Sometimes I wish I had something more regular hours wise. Most of the time it seems like my kid is raising herself."

"You've got a daughter?"

Pam took a sip of her Corona and nodded. "Yeah. She's sixteen. Never got married though."

"Sixteen?" Scott said, not sure he had heard her right.

"Yeah," she said as she rolled her eyes. "Sixteen. My boyfriend and I screwed up listening to what my tenth grade biology teacher was telling us about certain times of the month being safe. That, or I just counted the days wrong."

Scott chuckled, "Sandy and I did pretty much the same thing when she wasn't much older. Only we just got too worked up in the front of my Buick one night and went past the point where either one of us could stop. That's how we ended up with Jennifer."

"You ever think about not having her?"

Scott shook his head violently. "No way."

"Yeah," Pam said. "Me either. It's been hard, but I can't imagine not having Kristi in my life."

"I know what you're saying."

"So, cowboy," she said. "You moving to New York or just checking us out?"

"I guess I'll be moving," he said. "I've been out of work for a year now. I just can't find anything in Texas. Not that pays what I used to make anyway."

"You gonna bring the wife and kids up here?"

Scott shook his head. "No. They'll stay in Texas. I'm going to be back and forth between here and Iraq, and I'd hardly ever see them even if they did move up here with me."

Pam whistled. "Iraq huh?"

"Yeah. This company has one of the rebuilding contracts over there."

"Shit."

"I know," he said. "But my girls got college coming up. I've got to pay for it someway."

"Still. Iraq?"

He shrugged. "I have been there before."

"Oh yeah," she said. "Desert Storm?"

"Yes. I went in the Marine Corp after high school. Did that for four years and got out to go to college. I stayed in the reserves to help pay for college. Then after I graduated, we had the baby coming so I stayed in the reserves for that extra paycheck, so when we went to war I got called up."

"Marines, huh? What was your MOS? Isn't that what they call it?"

"Yeah," he said. "I was in Force Recon."

"Ahh," she said, impressed. "I've read about them. Those are the badasses."

Scott shrugged.

"Don't be modest."

"I'm not modest. I just don't want to talk about that."

"I understand," she said. "I hate when people start asking me stupid questions about the job."

He smiled and said, "I bet guys want to see you with your gun on."

She laughed. "I had one guy I went out with that wanted me to belt it on so he could fuck me while I wore it."

"How long did that relationship last?"

She laughed harder. "Not very."

Scott was about to comment when they heard a beeper going off in her purse. After pulling it out and looking at it, she put it back in her purse without revealing any emotion. Scott watched and after a pause said, "You need to answer that?"

She shook her head and took another sip of her beer. Curiosity took over and he said, "You sure? If it's work or something, I don't want to see you get in trouble."

She took a bigger sip and said, "It wasn't work. It was just my daughter."

Scott raised his eyebrows. "You aren't going to call her."

Pam smiled. "She doesn't want me to call her. She beeped me 2222. That's our code for she doesn't want me to come home yet."

"Why doesn't she want you to go home?"

"She has company."

"A boyfriend?"

Pam shrugged. "A friend that happens to be a boy."

"And you're okay with that?"

She shrugged again. "They want some time to talk."

"To talk?"

She smiled. "As far as I know, they're talking. And as long as I follow our code, I'll be happily in the dark."

"Yeah, but there's talking, and then there is TALKING," Scott said.

She shrugged and said, "Hey, if they want to TALK, they're going to TALK. I'd just as soon they TALK on the sofa in my apartment as TALK behind the bushes in the park."

Scott shivered and said, "I'd just as soon mine not TALK at all."

Pam laughed aloud.

"That's funny to you?"

She continued laughing and said, "You don't honestly think your girls don't TALK, do you?"

He finished his beer and said, "I try to think about it as little as possible."

"That's probably wise," she said, still laughing.

"You want another beer," he said?

"Naa. I'm tired of this place."

He looked around for the guys that had brought him, and not seeing them, said, "Wanna get a drink somewhere else?"

"Well," she said. "For obvious reasons, my apartment is out of the question."

"Uh," he said. "Yeah."

"But."

He raised his eyebrows again. "But?"

"I bet they have a mini bar in that hotel you're staying at."

"As a matter of fact," he said. "They do."

She picked up her purse and said. "Let's go."

He didn't argue.

*

"Sure you don't want to go for a swim," Jake asked?

Sandy shook her head as she re-racked the balls on the pool table, and said, "Not right now. Your break."

He chalked his cue stick and said, "Just about everyone else is out at the lake."

She smiled and as she untied the knot in her shirt said, "If you're that anxious to see me in my bikini, I'll show you here."

Jake continued to chalk his stick but didn't let his eyes leave Sandy's orange, bikini top as she removed and dropped her shirt to the floor.

"You like," she asked?

He nodded. "Orange suits your complexion."

"Thank you," she said as she lowered her white shorts to her ankles and stepped out of them, showing him her orange thong that matched the bikini top. She turned a slow circle for him so he could get a look at how much of her ass the thong failed to cover.

Jake whistled slowly as he placed the cue stick down on the table and advanced on Sandy's position. "First I find out you're into nose candy, and now I see you like thongs. Anything else I want to know?"

"I told you," Sandy said with exasperation. "I'm NOT into nose candy. I was just so surprised that SHE was into it that when she offered it to me, I took it without even realizing I was doing it."

"Uh huh," Jake said as he was only a step away from her. "Next you'll be telling that you didn't even like it."

Sandy shrugged. "No. I won't tell you that." But, I did like the kiss she gave me a lot better, she thought.

He took the last step to her and leaned down so that their lips could meet. When hers parted, he slowly slipped his tongue into her mouth and wrapped it in hers. As their kiss lingered, his fingers found their way to the string for her bikini top, and they met no resistance as he slowly pulled the bowknot undone. When the orange top landed on the floor with her shirt and shorts, she broke the kiss and said, "Someone might come in."

"Uh huh," he said just before he placed his lips on the side of her neck. He softly and slowly kissed each side of her neck before breaking away and saying, "They certainly might."

Their lips meshed together again as he cupped her breasts in his hands and he glorified at their heft. Her nipples grew hard with his touch, and she broke the kiss and slowly sank to her knees. As she cautiously undid his buckle, opened his shorts and lowered them to his hips, she smiled as his cock sprang out of his briefs and nearly poked her in the eye. At that point, it was hard enough to drive nails with, and the head glistened with his pre-cum.

She took the head into her mouth and let the pre-cum mix with her saliva. As she slowly sucked his cock further into her mouth, his hands found her hair and gripped strands of it in each hand. The deeper on his cock, she went, the tighter he gripped until she was completely swallowing him and his knuckles were then turning white. He used her hair like reins to guide her mouth up and down on his cock. Knowing that he was about to explode, he still couldn't stop.

Sensing he was near, she began to suck more vigorously, giving full effort at drawing his cum out of his penis. Unable to hold back any longer, Jake released his grip and groaned as he began to cum, shooting spurt after spurt after spurt of his semen into her mouth. Sandy continued to suck until she'd drawn every last drop of his cum out of his cock and drained his balls empty.

Jake sagged back and leaned against the pool table saying, "My God, Sandy. You could make a living with those lips."

She smiled and then frowned as she thought, I do, baby. I do.

*

Jennifer lay back, gasping, head spinning, fighting for breath, as Laurie slowly worked two fingers in and out of Jennifer's pussy. As Laurie worked her fingers inward, she would twist them counterclockwise; and as she worked them outward, she would twist them back clockwise.

Jennifer's back arched and Laurie lowered her lips to Jennifer's right nipple and sucked it just like she would a gumdrop. Laurie smiled. Two big, pink gumdrops were exactly what Jennifer's nipples reminded her of. As she softly sucked the nipple she had her lips around, Laurie began to rub Jennifer's clit with her thumb as she slowly worked the index finger of the same hand deep into the girl's pussy.

Jennifer arched harder and thrust her pubic bone at Laurie's hand as Laurie crooked her finger upward and cautiously used the tip of it to massage the roof of Jennifer's vaginal tunnel. At that point, the entire room began to spin for Jennifer and she began to drench Laurie's hand with fluid pouring from her pussy. "Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit," she began to mutter.

Laurie's lips released the nipple she was sucking and meshed with Jennifer's as she more furiously began to rub the top inner wall of Jennifer's pussy. As they heatedly kissed, Jennifer squeezed her legs tightly together and clamped Laurie's hand in place like she had it in a vice. Then she just seemed to go limp and collapse.

Laurie eased off of the kiss and meticulously withdrew her finger from Jennifer's pussy. She offered the finger to Jennifer for her to lick clean and after Jennifer had graciously done so, Laurie said, "You like the taste of your own pussy, don't you?"

Jenny nodded and said, "I love pussy."

Laurie laughed and said; "I could tell by the way you went down on me with such enthusiasm earlier that you were pretty found of it."

Still in a slight haze, Jenny shut her eyes and said, "Cigarette?"

Laurie laughed again, as she reached for her pack and after shaking one loose and lighting it, placed the cigarette between Jennifer's lips. Jennifer sucked the smoke deep into her lungs and held it before blowing a stream to the ceiling. As Laurie took the cigarette away from Jennifer's lips and held it to her own, Jennifer said, "Dina?"

Laurie giggled. "Frankie's taking good care of her."

Jennifer suppressed a giggle of her own and said, "As good a care as you took of me, I hope."

"Count on it," Laurie said. "Not jealous, are you?"

Jennifer shook her head.

Doubtful, Laurie asked, "Are the two of you girlfriends?"

Jennifer shook her head again.

"But you do fuck?"

Jennifer smiled and said, "Yeah, we fuck."

"Too fucking cool," Laurie said. "If Scott only knew."

Jennifer covered her mouth with her hand and said, "Oh my God. He never in a million years would even suspect. He probably thinks I'm still a virgin, let alone realize I'm into pussy."

Laurie giggled some more and said, "That's a pretty safe assumption."

She rolled away from Jennifer and started picking their clothes off the floor. "Come on," she said as she tossed Jennifer her top and her shorts. "Get dressed and we'll see if the rest of them are ready for the party."

"Why don't we just stay here," Jennifer said. "I could stay in bed with you forever."

Laurie stroked her cheek and said, "I know you could, babygirl. But, you don't want to miss one of Cleo's parties. Besides, like Taylor already told you. Tonight is your chance to fuck a millionaire."

*

Scott Gordon lay on his back, cupping Pamela Hogan's tiny breasts with his hands as she furiously rode up and down on his cock. He loved the feel of his cock inside her. Just like Laurie was different from Sandy, Pam was different from both of them, and he liked the feel of his cock in all three of them. He loved the power of her movements as she rose and fell on his cock. He loved the intense look on her face and in her eyes as she fucked him. He recognized the dilation of her pupils and even before she began to scream, he knew she was there.

He twisted to his right and rolled her onto her back without drawing his cock out of her. As she fell into position, she raised her knees and dug her heels into the back of his thighs, using the strength of her legs to assist the pumping motion of his hips as he drove his cock into and out of her pussy. She was moaning and gasping now, fighting to maintain control and finally losing that fight, she began to scream.

"Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Fuck yeah. That is it. That is it. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. Fucking fuck fuck yeah. That is fucking it."

All the while, she was digging her heels more strongly into his thighs and was clawing her nails into his back. Until finally, she gave one last ear piercing scream and collapsed beneath Scott. He gradually slowed his pumping hips and eased his cock out of her pussy. When he rolled off of her and fell onto his back, his cock glistened with her juices and, remaining just as hard as it had been before he first penetrated her, pointed straight to the ceiling as he gasped for breath.

Noticing the state of his erection, Pam grasped it playfully and stroked slowly as she asked, "Didn't you cum?"

Debating in his mind the wisdom of mentioning to her that, between fucking his wife early in the morning and his girlfriend before catching his plane, he'd already came four times that day; he chose instead to merely say, "Not yet."

"Well, well, well," Pamela replied. "We'll have to fix that."

At which point, without releasing her grip on his cock, she lowered her lips to the tip and slowly sucked the head of his penis into her mouth while her hand continued its stroking action. Enjoying the feel of her lips and tongue on the sensitive area of his dick, Scott rested the back of his head in his hands and sighed with pleasure as she sucked him.

At some point, she released his cock with her hand so that she could suck him deeper into her mouth. When she did so, she eased that hand down to her pussy so that she could slip her index finger into her dripping cunt. Once the finger was thoroughly wet from her own natural lubricant, she withdrew it and began to slowly rub and massage Scott's anus with the tip of her finger.

As soon as she began to penetrate his asshole with her finger, Scott gasped and sat up. Neither action deterred her from sliding her index finger even further up his anal cavity. As soon as she reached sufficient penetration and found his prostate gland, he began to spurt his load into her mouth, as she calmly swallowed all of the semen she was milking out of him.

She did not lift her face from his cock until she had swallowed every drop and licked him completely clean. When she had done so, it took all of Scott's strength to mutter, "Oh my God. That was unbelievable. Where did you learn that?"

She laughed and said, "A gay friend of mine taught it to me."

Still fighting to return his breathing to normal, Scott said, "Huh?"

She touched a finger to his lips and said, "Shhh. Just enjoy the feel and don't worry about it."

*

Jake guided Sandy back to her feet and slowly turned her to face the pool table. As she bent over the table, Jake kissed his way down her back until he was kneeling behind her ass. He slowly sucked light hickeys onto each ass cheek before moving her orange thong to the side, and she groaned as he cautiously rimmed her asshole with his tongue while inserting two fingers into her pussy.

She groaned louder as he worked the fingers in and out of her pussy and dipped his tongue deeper into the inner ring of her asshole, every nerve of her anus reacting as if they were on fire. A moan of pleasure emitted from deep down in her throat that more closely resembled a large cat's purr than it did anything human. As he withdrew his fingers from her cunt and meticulously pressed his index finger, which was now covered with her cunt juice, against the brown bud of her asshole. She gasped loudly as that finger entered her and gasped even louder as he worked it in and out.
After a minute of this, he withdrew the finger and rubbed the lips of her slit with the head of his cock. He slowly pressed his cock into her and withdrew it. Then he pressed it into her cunt again and withdrew it again. He repeated this three more times until his cock was slick with her cunt juice. Then he withdrew it a last time and pressed the head against her asshole.

She gasped and said, "Fuck, Jake. What are you doing?"

He leaned his lips down to her ear and whispered, "Fucking you in the ass. Shut up and enjoy it."

Then he pressed the tip of his cock into her asshole. Ignoring her protest, he continued pushing until half his cock was inside her rectal cavity. She groaned, and tensed, and tried to push him back out. But, he continued to press against her until his cock was fully inside her, and then he stopped and paused, whispering again to her, "Just relax, Sandy. Let it happen."

"Oh, God. It hurts, you son of a bitch."

"Shhhhh," he said. "Just let it happen. Don't fight it."

As seconds passed, the pain did seem to subside, and Sandy was overcome by the sense of pleasure Jake's throbbing cock gave her, as he seemed to be using it to manipulate every single nerve sensor in her anal region. She even began to purr again as he slowly worked his cock in and out of her.

As she groaned, he said, "Feels good, doesn't it, baby?"

She gritted her teeth, fighting to contain the guttural sounds that wanted to escape from her voice box. When Jake asked again if it felt good, she merely grunted and pushed back against him as he thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her asshole.

"Oh fuck," he said. "You're so fucking tight."

She grunted again and pushed back even harder against his pumping piston of a cock.

This went on for another minute before the tightness and the power of Sandy's anal muscles wrapped around Jake's cock began to forcefully pull another load of semen out of him. As he began to shoot inside her, he continued to pump his hips back and forth moving his cock in and out of her asshole until, completely spent; he withdrew his cock and dropped to the floor.

Sandy rolled over onto her ass, scooted her thong down her legs, and sitting on the pool table as she sent the thong flying with her foot, said, "I'm not there yet, motherfucker. Get up and take care of me."

Jake all but collapsed in a heap and said, "I'm too weak to do anything for you, Sandy."

Sandy was on the verge of giving a Jake a cussing that would have marked him for life when a voice from the game room entrance said, "I'd be happy to help you out."

Sandy and Jake both looked to the doorway and saw Cleo kicking off her shoes and lifting her dress over her head as she advanced into the room. To no one's surprise, she had nothing on underneath the dress, and the thimble-sized nipples of her melon like breasts stood out proud and strong. As she stepped into place between Sandy's open legs, she cupped Sandy's face in her hands and leaned her lips to Sandy's. Their mouths meshed together as if they were born kissing partners and Sandy automatically opened hers allowing Cleo's tongue to have access.

As their tongues danced a slow waltz, Cleo dropped her right hand and cupped Sandy's breast, stroking it until the nipple was so hard it was on the verge of popping. Then she broke their kiss and lowered her face to that nipple, giving it a long slow suck, before kissing her way down past Sandy's navel to the wet slit between her legs.

As soon as the tip of Cleo's tongue touched Sandy's clitoris, she felt an explosion of pleasure from the release that had been built up inside her. No longer caring who or how many people heard her, Sandy opened her mouth and screamed. "OH GOD! OH GOD! OH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCKING SUCK MY PUSSY, YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

And the bitch did just that. She sucked Sandy's pussy like there would be no tomorrow. And as soon as Sandy finished cumming, she stood, pushed Cleo onto her back, dove her face into Cleo's cunt, and proceeded to suck Cleo's pussy just as thoroughly as Cleo had sucked hers.

*

Sandy eagerly followed Cleo back into the same bathroom she had visited with her when she had first arrived at the party. They kissed, quickly at first, then more slowly, savoring each other's lips, before Cleo broke the kiss and opened the medicine cabinet. There was no shock in Sandy's eyes this time as she anxiously watched Cleo empty the vial onto the counter top and divide the contents into six lines of white powder.

As soon as she was finished, Cleo picked up the straw and handed it to Sandy. Sandy didn't even pretend that she had followed Cleo for any other reason and happily accepted the straw from her. When she had inhaled two lines of Cleo's prime snowflake into her sinus cavity, she shook her had and let the rush sink into her brain. Then she handed the straw to Cleo who used it to snort one line with her right nostril and then another with her left nostril.

Cleo smiled and sucked in a deep breath; euphoric from the immediate buzz the cocaine provided her. She handed the straw back to Sandy who snorted a third line. When she attempted to return the straw so Cleo could snort the last line, Cleo said, "No. You go ahead."

Sandy grinned and sucked the last line up into her brain without argument. When she laid down the straw, Cleo put her hand behind Sandy's head and drew their lips back into another intense kiss that lasted over a minute. When they broke for air, Cleo said, "Are you sure you won't stay?"

Sandy shook her head, "Jake got beeped about a patient, so he has to go back."

Cleo stroked Sandy's nipple through the fabric of her shirt and said, "You know Jacob Guerra won't lose any sleep over whether you go back with him, or not."

Sandy hesitated, "I would like to spend some time alone with you."

"That would be great," Cleo said. "Plus there is some guy here that Howie and Harvey are trying to suck up to that got one look at you earlier and is dying to get into that ghetto bootie of yours."

"Howie and Harvey?"

"Howie owns this place," Cleo said. "Harvey is his son."

Sandy shook her head and handed Cleo a business card from her purse as she said, "Call me, and we'll get together, but I ain't interested in peddling my ass so a couple of rich guys can just get richer."

Cleo took the card and said, "You better fucking believe I'll call, and if you're at the hospital come see me."

*

Pam lay cuddled in Scott's arms, her head resting on his shoulder as if it were her pillow. She leaned her face into his chest and kissed his pectoral muscle before saying, "So, how married are you?"

"Very," he said.

"But not so married that you minded fucking me. I bet I'm not the first either."

Scott blushed and said, "No. You're not the first."

"You got a girlfriend?"

His blush deepened and she knew that he did.

"You do, don't you," she said? "How many girls have you fucked since you've been married?"

"Two," Scott said, not knowing why he was being so open.

"Really," she said. "Just two. Were they both girlfriends?"

He shook his head. "No. One is my girlfriend Laurie, and the other is her roommate Francine."

"Her roommate, huh," Pamela said. "A threesome?"

Scott shook his head.

"Laurie wasn't there when you fucked Francine?"

"She was there," Scott said. "She was sitting in a chair by the bed smoking a cigarette and watching us while we fucked."

Pam laughed. "Was that your idea or Laurie's?"

"Definitely Laurie's."

"How long you been fucking this girl Laurie?"

"About three months?"

"Only three months," Pam said. "Really?"

"Yeah. Really."

"And she's the first girl you've fucked since you been married. That's what, eighteen years?"

Scott nodded.

Finally realizing how much she was bugging him, Pamela said, "Don't feel bad. All married guys do it sooner or later. I've fucked enough married guys that I should know."

When he didn't say anything, she asked, "What made you do it? After eighteen years I mean."

Scott sighed. "I don't know. I mean I could come up with a million excuses. We were having trouble. We were fighting about money. The only job I could find was doing maintenance work at a friend's apartment complex. I felt like Sandy didn't look up to me anymore. I know she still loves me, but she didn't look at me the same way. Laurie works in the apartment office where I work, and she's always there flirting and hitting on me and she's so hot, and so dumb that anything I did impressed her, and she's so fucking hot and one day she went past hitting on me. And, she is so fucking hot, and fuck it. I fucked her. And that's how it happened."

Pam watched him for a moment. Then she leaned her lips up to his and they kissed. While they had been chatting, he hadn't even realized that she had been stroking his cock with her hand. But, when they broke the kiss, she released his cock and he looked down to see a steel pipe rising up between his legs.

She eased herself into position over his cock and guided it with her hand so that the tip was pressing against and spreading her pussy lips. As she slowly lowered and impaled herself with his cock, they both gasped; and he forgot all about his guilt.

*

Taylor found Jennifer starring at a picture of two nude girls holding hands as they made their way down a path to a country swimming hole. She rubbed the freshly acquired wine cooler along the side of Jennifer's neck and giggled when it made her friend jump. Then she offered the drink to Jennifer and said, "Here ya go, sweetie. Laurie told me to take care of you when she took off."

Jennifer accepted the wine cooler as Taylor handed it to her, and said, "Thanks, Tay. Where'd she go anyway?"

"Mo called and sent her on some business."

"Mo? Who the fuck is Mo."

"Maurice Carter. Her agent," Taylor said. Then she giggled as she continued, "For lack of a better term to describe him."

Looking puzzled, Jennifer said, "Why does she need an agent?"

Taylor hesitated before saying; "I know she wants to go out with you again, so I'll let you ask her about that."

Jennifer shrugged, took a drink of the wine cooler and said, "Whatever. Where's your friend?"

"Kelli went to spend some alone time with Howie, the guy that owns this house," Taylor said. "She has a kid by him."

"She looked kind of young," Jenny said before taking another sip of the strawberry daiquiri wine cooler.

Taylor shrugged and said, "She's obviously old enough."

"I guess," Jenny said looking around the expansive house. "She must be set then."

"Oh yeah," Taylor said. "He was a little bit of a jerk at first, claiming the kid could be anyone's, but after Jasmine was born and came out the spitting image of Howie's daughter Ashley, he didn't challenge it anymore."

"You don't mind?"

Puzzled, Taylor asked, "Mind what?"

"Kelli going off with this guy."

Taylor shrugged and said, "Why would I mind?"

"You and she seemed pretty tight before."

Taylor laughed and said, "We weren't the only ones."

Jennifer blushed deep red, and Taylor giggled some more as she said, "Jenny Gordon, Jenny Gordon, Jenny Gordon. Who the fuck would have ever thought it about sweet little Jenny Gordon."

"Shut up, Morgan. Okay."

"Jenny Gordon and Dina Nouri even," Taylor continued. "If I would have guessed that sweet little Arab princess liked pussy, I would have tried harder to be friends."

Jennifer rolled her eyes and said, "What is it with you two? And, you know she's from Iran."

"Yeah," Taylor said. "That's why I called her Arab."

"Iranians aren't Arab, Taylor. They're Persian."

"Yeah. Whatever," the tall blonde said. "Where is she anyway?"

"She and Frankie went off with this guy that is the spitting image of Roy Williams."

Taylor giggled again. "That was Roy Williams."

Jennifer's jaw dropped. "The Roy Williams."

"Yep."

Disbelieving, Jennifer said, "The Roy Williams that plays safety for the..."

"Yep," Taylor said. "Howie owns a chain of hotels, and all the teams stay at the one he has in Irving when they're in town playing the Cowboys. He's friends with lots of the guys on the team. I've met a bunch of the Mavericks and the Rangers too. He's a big sports nut."

"Wow," Jennifer said as the thought of Dina getting fucked by Roy Williams ran through her mind.

"Why didn't you go?"

Jennifer shrugged and didn't say anything.

"Oliver the only football player you put out for?"

"Fuck Oliver," Jennifer spat.

"Wow," Taylor said. "There was venom in that voice. What brought that on?"

Jennifer shrugged again and took another drink.

"Don't tell me you finally found out about...." Taylor stopped before she finished.

Jennifer's eyes narrowed and she said, "Found out about what?"

Taylor sighed before saying, "I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you're my friend."

"Tell me what, damn it."

"Oliver's been fucking Sarah Pursey."

Jennifer frowned.

Noting Jennifer's expression, Taylor continued, "Jenny. I know that look."

"I can't believe that son of a bitch wasn't even trying to hide it. How could I be so fucking stupid?"

Taylor put her arms around Jenny and squeezed her friend tight. "It happens," she said as she kissed the top of Jennifer's head.

Jennifer returned Taylor's hug and tilted her head up. As she did so, Taylor's lips left Jennifer's head and found their way to her brow, the tip of her nose, and then their lips met. Jennifer's parted automatically and their tongues intertwined and rolled together in each other's mouths.

They broke the kiss, gasping for breath, and Taylor said, "Let's find a room."

"Let's." Jennifer quickly agreed.

*

Jennifer and Taylor walked hand in hand up the spiral staircase. As they approached the first room, they each heard clear sounds that could only be those of a satisfied female in midfuck. Taylor giggled and said, "Well, this one is busy."

But before they could walk away, Jennifer put her ear to the door and said, "That sounds like Dina."

"Hmm," Taylor said. "You think so?"

Jennifer listened a little longer and said, "Yep. That's definitely Dina."

"Cool" Taylor said. Then she very slowly turned the knob on the door and eased it open. The two former cheerleaders quietly stepped inside and eased the door closed just as quietly as they had opened it. On the bed lay Dina on her back, raven hair splayed in all directions, sun bronzed body writhing, and supple legs open. Between those legs, Frankie was on her knees with her ass in the air and her face buried in Dina's pussy, furiously licking and sucking her new lover's cunt.

As Frankie did her best to tongue Dina into orbit, kneeling behind her was a large, very muscular black man, driving his cock in and out of Frankie's pussy. Taylor stood behind Jennifer as they watched, firmly cupping her tits as she softly kissed the side of Jennifer's neck.

Jennifer leaned her head to the side, giving Taylor more of her neck and said, "Damn, girl. That feels so good."

"Oh, Jenny," Taylor said. "I've got to get you naked."

As Taylor slid her right hand down Jennifer's tummy and deftly unsnapped the button at the top of her zipper, and then moved that hand on into Jennifer's shorts; Jennifer gasped and said, "Not here, Tay."

Taylor softly nipped Jennifer's neck with her teeth and began to rub her middle finger across Jennifer's clit. As she did this, Jennifer gasped louder and moaned softly, and Taylor said, "Are you sure? There looks like there's enough room on that bed for all of us."

As Taylor made this comment, Frankie lifted her face out of Dina's pussy and released an ear-piercing scream of contentment as the black man withdrew his enormous cock from her pussy and she fell to the bed beside Dina. The Cowboy's All Pro safety gripped Dina by her thighs and dragged her body to his.

Jennifer heard her gasp as the man used his penis to spread open the lips of Dina's cunt. Jennifer moaned with her as the man pushed his penis inside her friend and Taylor continued to suck her neck and rub her pussy. Her eyes stayed glued to the steel hard, eight inch, black cock, that was driving in and out of Dina's pussy as Dina wrapped her legs around the man's muscular black hips and matched him hump for hump.

Taylor placed her lips to Jennifer's ear as her fingers dipped into Jennifer's cunt and she whispered again, "Huh? You want to join them up on that big bed, baby?"

Jennifer moaned again, but shook her head and turned to face Taylor. "No," she said. "I want to be alone with you."

Taylor smiled and kissed Jennifer softly on her open lips. She let the kiss linger briefly before breaking away and saying, "Good. Now, let's go find a room so I can make Jenny scream."

Taylor quietly opened the door, and Jennifer followed her back into the hallway. As Jennifer shut the door behind her, they all but ran into a tall blonde in a white pullover minidress. A tall Asian man with broad shoulders and a very well tailored Armani suit was leading her. Out of the corner of her eye, Jennifer saw them being trailed by two men who looked like they might be bodyguards.

They all came to a stop and the man turned to the blonde and said, "See I told you I saw her, but you insisted that she left."

Before the blonde could respond, Taylor waggled her fingers and said, "Hey, Cleo."

Cleo held her hand up at Taylor in a 'just a moment' manner and said to the Asian man, "I can assure you, Mr. Tsing that the woman you saw did leave. This lovely young woman just happens to resemble her a great deal."

Taylor and Jennifer exchanged looks, as the man responded, "No this is her. She changed out of that orange bikini she was wearing, but this is her."

"All right, Mr. Tsing," Cleo said. "One moment please."

Leaving Tsing standing, Cleo took Taylor's hand and led her and Jennifer a few feet down the hall. When they were far enough away to satisfy her, she looked at Taylor and said, "This man is very important and he's taken quite a liking to your friend."

Taylor exchanged another look with Jennifer before saying, "Jenny's not like that, Cleo."

"I'm not like what," Jennifer asked? "And don't talk about me like I'm not even here."

Cleo smiled at Jennifer and said, "I'm sorry, sweetie. Let me introduce myself. My name is Cleo and I'm having this party for a friend. That Chinese gentleman over there is a very important guest of my friend and I'd like to make him happy."

"Make him happy," Jennifer said.

"She means she wants you to fuck him," Taylor said.

Jennifer rolled her eyes and said, "I know what making a guy happy means, Tay."

"Just checking."

Jennifer looked at Cleo and said, "My name is Jennifer Gordon. And Taylor's right. I'm not like that."

Gordon, huh, Cleo thought. Don't tell me this is Sandy's daughter. No wonder she looks so much like her. Cleo's eyes then took in the way Taylor and Jennifer were holding hands, and she noticed that Jennifer's shorts were still unbuttoned and unzipped at the fly. At that moment, an idea seemed to occur to her, and she held up one finger while saying, "Give me one moment, okay."

Without waiting for a reply, she turned on her heels and walked back to converse with Tsing. While Cleo talked with the Asian, Taylor exchanged another glance with Jennifer and merely shrugged as if to say she had no clue either. When Cleo returned, she clasped her hands in front of her and said, "How about this? He wants to watch you."

"Watch us what?"

Cleo looked at them and said, "Specifically. He'd like to spread caviar over each of you and then watch the two of you lick it off the other's body. And whatever else you might do to each other in the progress."

Both girls giggled and Taylor said, "It actually sounds like fun, Jenny."

"Yeah," Jennifer said. "It does."

Cleo formed her hands together as if she were praying and said; "You'll do it then?"
Taylor shrugged as if to tell Jennifer it was up to her, and Jennifer said, "Yeah. We'll do it."

*

After Pamela had completely impaled herself with Scott's cock, he let her ride him for two or three minutes before the urge to be in control took him over. Then he sat up and leaned forward, rolling Pamela onto her back. As he pressed his weight onto her, she lifted her feet in the air and moaned as Scott forcefully drove his cock in and out of her pussy.

The louder she moaned, the faster he pumped his hips. As her moans turned into pants and her pants turned into screams, Scott gritted his teeth and fought back his orgasm, willing himself not to cum so he could keep fucking.

This continued until finally Pamela went slack beneath him. At this cue, Scott stopped fighting his need to cum and released the load he had been forcefully holding inside his balls, splattering the insides of her pussy with his semen. When he finally finished his spasms, he gave one final gasp and rolled off of Pamela onto his back beside her.

"Oh my God," she said fighting for breath. "Are you on fucking steroids, or something?"

Scott laughed and said, "No. I just like to fuck."

"Shit," she said. "I wish I still smoked. I need a fucking cigarette. You got one?"

Scott shook his head. "Those things are bad for you."

"So is fucking married men, but I still hope this isn't the last time we fuck."

"Well," Scott said. "When I'm not in Iraq, I'll be here."

She smiled as she began to reach for her clothes. "Well," she said. "I'm sure Kristi and her friend are done talking by now."

"Done talking, or done TALKING?"

She snorted and said, "I'm sure they finished talking by the time she beeped me, but by now they should be done TALKING."

Scott tried unsuccessfully to suppress a laugh and Pamela said, "You laugh at me, but I'd bet a dozen donuts one of your little girls is getting TALKED as we speak."

Scott smiled despite himself and said, "As late as they come home last night, they probably both got TALKED."

*

Taylor lay naked on the bed watching as Cleo kneeled in front of Jennifer and slid Jennifer's skintight shorts down the teenage girl's muscular hips and thighs. Once Cleo had the shorts down to her feet, Jennifer stepped out of them and watched as Cleo tossed them into the pile with her top and Taylor's clothes.

As Cleo stood up, she slowly brushed the tips of her fingers along the skin of the outer portion of Jennifer's legs, on up her tummy, until she was cupping Jennifer's heavy breasts in her hands. Just like Sandy's, she thought as she slowly leaned her lips to and kissed first one nipple and then the other.

Jennifer shuddered with excitement at Cleo's touch, but jumped with a start when the door opened and Tsing walked in leading a waiter who was pushing a tray of caviar. Following the waiter were both of Tsing's bodyguards. The bodyguards stopped at the door, but Tsing and the waiter continued to the bed. Tsing loosening his tie as he came, while the waiter pushed the cart to the side of the bed right next to Jennifer.

Panic began to overtake Jennifer as she watched Tsing's tie join their clothes on the floor, and she felt the eyes of the waiter and both bodyguards ogling her naked body. Sensing the girl's fear, Cleo touched the tip of her index finger to Jennifer's lips.

"Shhh," she said as she eased the finger into Jennifer's mouth, letting her suck it the way she would a small dick. "You'll be fine. Just lay back and have fun."

As Cleo made this statement, she eased her finger out of Jennifer's mouth, took the girl by the hand, and helped her to lie on the bed next to Taylor, who was anxiously awaiting the new experience. Cleo leaned over Jennifer, gave Taylor a slow kiss, then switched her lips to Jennifer's mouth and gave her an even slower one. When she stood up, Tsing's Armani suit lay draped across a chair and he stood naked, his five-inch cock ready to fly the Chinese flag at full mast.

Cleo stepped closer to Tsing, gripping his cock in her hand, and slowly stroking it as she kissed his cheek and said, "Be careful with my girls."

Tsing merely smiled.

"I mean it," she said sternly. "Nothing that they don't readily agree to do."

Again, Tsing merely smiled as he stepped to the cart containing the caviar tray and cautiously began spooning caviar over the stomachs, breasts, and thighs of each girl.

*

Anxious to be away from the party, Cleo stepped onto the back deck overlooking the lake and lit a cigarette. As soon as she had blown out a steam of smoke, she heard a familiar voice say, "Doctors should know better."

Unphased, she offered the cigarette in Sandy's direction and said, "We do. But that doesn't stop me from enjoying myself. Want a drag?"

Sandy shook her head and said, "Nope. I've been trying to get my daughter to quit, but without success."

"You've got a daughter?"

"Two of them," Sandy said. "Jennifer and Alyson."

Jennifer huh, Cleo thought. I knew that girl had to be Sandy's daughter. Aloud, she said, "Are they party girls like their mom?"

Sandy rolled her eyes and said, "God forgive me, but yes they are."

Cleo smiled as she thought of the naked girl laying in one of the beds upstairs. I know at least one is. "I bet they look just like you."

"Jennifer does. Most people can't even tell us apart from a distance. Her hair is a little darker and that's about it. Alyson isn't nearly as curvy as either one of us," Sandy said. Then she cupped her own tits and said, "Or nearly as heavy up here."

Should I tell her I was just a few moments ago kissing the nipples of her look alike. Naaaa. "How old are they," Cleo asked?

"Jennifer is eighteen, and Alyson is fifteen."

Cleo sighed inwardly and thought, at least she's legal age. She finished her cigarette and reached her hand out to stroke Sandy's soft, wavy hair. "I'm glad you came back."

Sandy sucked her breath in as Cleo's hand fell from her hair to her breast and began to softly caress her nipple until it was hard. "I couldn't get the thought of how good your touch felt out of my mind," she said. "I thought about you all the way back to Arlington, and as soon as Jake dropped me off at my car, I got in and drove it straight back here."

"Uh huh," Cleo said as she leaned her lips to Sandy's and they meshed into another kiss. Each kiss they shared seemed to exceed the intensity of the previous one, and Sandy could only purr as her lips melted into Cleo's and they became as one entity.

They broke the kiss, each gasping for breath. Between gasps, Cleo said, "Keep this up and you'll forget all about Jake Guerra."

"Jake who," Sandy said as she touched her lips back to Cleo's, slipping her tongue into Cleo's open mouth, guiding her tongue along Cleo's until they were all but wrapped around each other.

As each desperately tried to suck the tongue out of the other's mouth, Cleo eased her thigh into place between Sandy's legs allowing Sandy to slowly hump her leg as the kiss became more and more desperate.

Finally, they broke apart again, both sucking hard in an attempt to bring oxygen into their lungs. When she'd sucked in enough air to be able to speak, Cleo took Sandy by the hand and said, "Let's go to my room. Not only am I going to make you forget Jake Guerra. After tonight, you won't even remember you have a husband."

"Husband," Sandy said. "What's a husband?" Then she eagerly allowed herself to be led away, like a small child being taken to a room with an endless supply of candy.

*

Dina purred. Satisfied. Content. She gasped as Roy slowly drew his cock out of her pussy. Still hard enough that she could have done chin ups from it, he welded his cock like an ancient knight would his sword. She giggled as she thought how much she'd enjoyed this particular weapon of choice.

She looked around the room and saw no sign of Frankie. Wondering where her new friend had wandered off to, she quickly lost interest as Roy Williams rolled her onto her stomach and slowly kissed the side of her neck. She purred again. Loved the feeling of his surprisingly gentle lips on her neck and his equally gentle fingertips tracing their way down her shoulders along the sides of her arms.

His lips went from the side of her neck to the nape as he cautiously kissed his way down her spine to the small of her back. She'd closed her eyes but opened them when she felt his tongue rimming her anus. She squeezed them shut again as he penetrated her asshole with his tongue and her pussy with his index finger.

As he withdrew his finger, wet with her juices, she raised her ass up in the air offering him what she knew he wanted. She squeezed her eyes even tighter shut as the man's index finger meticulously inched its way into her asshole. She gasped and said, "Oh God."

"Stay relaxed, baby," he said. "You'll like it."

"I know," she said through gritted teeth. "Just go slow."

"Slow and gentle," he said. "I'll take care of you."

She felt the finger slide out of her ass and he was briefly tonguing it again. Then she heard a squirting sound as cool ointment was being spread around her anus. She fought back the urge to clinch and squeeze her asshole tight as she felt herself being re-entered, this time with two fingers. Roy was good though and took his time, working the fingers in right allowing her sphincter muscle to relax around them.

"F-f-fuck," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "That feels really fucking good."

Roy smiled, and as he pressed the tip of his generously lubed dick up to the puckered brown starfish, said, "Wait 'til you feel this."

She opened her mouth to comment but could only gasp as his cock pressed into her asshole. Opening her. Spreading her. Splitting her apart. She tried to scream, but she could make no sound come from her open mouth. Then he was in her, and he stopped moving. His hands cupped her tiny breasts and rubbed her pea-sized nipples as his cock filled her rectum. When she adjusted to the pain and began to focus on the tingling the nerves of her anus and rectal cavity were providing, she allowed her brain's pleasure center to overcome the pain.

Sensing her readiness, Roy began to slowly slide his cock in and out of her asshole. At that, she found her voice and began to scream, "That's it. That's it. Fuck my ass, motherfucker. Motherfucking fuck fuck fuck my ass. Fucking fuck me in the ass, you motherfucking fuck. Fucking fuck fuck fuck me in the fucking ass."

"That's it," Roy said. "Take my big black cock."

"Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh fucking yeah," she screamed. "Fuck me, you mother fucker. Fuck me with that big black cock, you big black motherfucker."

He'd fucked both Frankie and Dina in the pussy now without cumming, but shoving his cock in and out of this petite girl's asshole went beyond the range of his ability to control, and as the words 'big black motherfucker' came out of Dina's pretty little mouth, Roy began to spurt his semen into her shit tunnel.

As Roy slipped his spent cock out of her ass, Dina had all but passed out from the pleasure he'd provided her when she rolled onto her back and sat up. She rummaged through her purse looking for smokes and couldn't find any. Shit, she thought. Jenny has my cigarettes. She looked back at Roy and said, "You don't have a cigarette, do you?"

He shook his head and said, "This body is my livelihood."

"Yeah, yeah," she said as she stood up. "I'm going to go find my friend Jenny and get a cigarette."

As she took a step to the door, he said, "You going out there like that?"

She smiled. "Sure am. Think anyone will mind."

Roy laughed. "No. You might not make it back to me, but I doubt anyone will mind getting a good look at that cute little butt of yours."

Her smiled broadened and she said, "Oh, I'll make it back. If you're really lucky, I'll bring Jenny with me and you can fuck her too."

*

Taking the lead. Cleo laid Sandy on her bed. They had begun shedding clothes as soon as the bedroom door closed behind them and both were naked. Cleo tall, pale and blonde. Sandy, not so tall, tan from the sun, and brunette. Cleo pressing her 38 D cup breasts into Sandy's 36 D cup breasts as she lay upon her, their nipples growing hard as they brushed together. Their lips softly touching, grazing, exploring, becoming one with the other.

Sandy's legs opened and Cleo's fingers found their way to her pussy, softly stroking the wet slit, rubbing the moist lips, entering her as they kissed. Sandy's hips began to move and she slowly grinded her pubic bone up against the knuckle of Cleo's hands. Before Sandy could cum, Cleo withdrew her fingers and broke the kiss.

Sandy gasped. Moaned. Whined even.

Cleo laughed and said, "We've got forever. Make it last."

Then she pressed her lips back to Sandy's as her hips eased into place, softly meshing her clit with Sandy's. They both began to rock their hips. Whenever Sandy would try to speed the tempo, Cleo would slow her down again with a soft touch or a whisper. Slow and gentle they moved together, feeling the moment build. Part of the game now, Sandy fought the urge to explode and when she felt Cleo was there too, she was the one to break it off this time.

Rolling Cleo onto her back and reversing their positions, Sandy eased herself up so that only the tips of their nipples were touching. Keeping her torso up, so lowered her hips just enough for their pubic hairs to barely graze. Now the desperate one, Cleo tried to thrust her hips up into Sandy's, but Sandy eased away from her, lifting her hips as she lowered her lips back to Cleo's.

Then, once again they were one with each other as their lips meshed and so did their cunts. Shocks of electric current ran through their bodies as one clit rubbed the other and they broke their kiss so each could release their screams and cry out their satisfaction to God in heaven.

When they stopped cumming, Sandy eased herself down into Cleo's embrace and they snuggled together like two little girls at a sleepover. After a moment, Cleo eased herself out of Sandy's arms and reached for her cigarettes. Sighing deeply, as she released the smoke she had sucked into her lungs and blew a stream to the ceiling, she held the cigarette to Sandy's lips and let her new lover share the smoke. Sandy inhaled and coughed as soon as the smoke hit the back of her throat.

Cleo laughed and kissed the top of her head, but like a trooper Sandy let her put the cigarette to her lips again after she'd finished coughing. This time she managed to suck some of it into her lungs and felt a little bit of the nicotine rush before she blew the smoke out. Cleo laid the cigarette on her ashtray and said, "Good, huh?"

Sandy smiled, "Yeah. I guess I'll have to quit bugging Jennifer about smoking if you get me started."

Without thinking about what she was saying, Cleo said, "You'll be surprised at all the things you're likely to find you have in common with Jennifer."

Sandy shrugged, "Maybe. You got anything to drink up here?"

Cleo shook her head, "I got some more nose candy though."

Sandy hesitated before saying, "I'd rather just have a beer. You ought to lay off that other shit too."

"I know," she said. "I keep telling myself I'm going to stop, but the pressure at the hospital is out of control."

"I'll bet," Sandy said as she stood up. "I'm going to go get us a couple of beers. Think anyone will care if I don't bother putting clothes on?"

Cleo laughed, "No. I'm sure whoever sees you will enjoy the sight of your body as much as I do. Besides. It's after three in the morning. I doubt you'll be the only chick running around down there uncovered."

*

Taylor licked the last of the caviar from Jennifer's stomach and traced her tongue down to her friend's dripping slit and slowly entered her fellow cheerleader's throbbing cunt. Jennifer gasped and moaned as Taylor used the tip of her tongue to make slow circles around her clit. Both girls were too lost in the pleasure to think of the audience that shared the room with him.

Tsing slowly stroked his cock as he watched, knowing that he would join them. Also knowing that they would let him. Agreements be damned. He'd watched patiently as the girl he wanted licked the caviar clean from the blonde's tits, sucked the blonde's pussy and made her scream with delight. Now that the blonde girl was giving the same pleasure to the girl he wanted, it was time to move in.

Each girl felt the shift as Tsing's knee pressed into the bed. Now on his knees behind the blonde, his fingers parted Taylor's moist labia and entered her with a smooth stroke. She lifted her face out of Jennifer's crotch so that she could gasp and express her pleasure. But, Jennifer's hands quickly found the back of Taylor's head and pressed her face and tongue back into action, moaning, "Don't stop, Tay. Don't stop."

Taylor resumed licking and sucking Jennifer's pussy. She was now working two fingers in and out of her friend's cunt as she softly wrapped her lips around Jennifer's clit and sucked. As she felt the head of Tsing's cock pressing into her own slit, she sucked harder and worked her fingers in and out. She wanted to lift her head again, but Jennifer's hands pressed it firmly in place at her crotch.

When Tsing had entered her fully and began to stroke, she timed the in and out motion of her fingers so that she was perfectly in sync and finger-fucked Jennifer with the exact rhythm that Tsing used to fuck her. Jennifer relaxed her grip on Taylor's head and allowed her friend to raise her face and gasp for air. Both girls now moaning with pleasure, rapidly sucking air into their lungs as they lay on the edge of release.

As Tsing brought Taylor to the edge of that release, she ceased finger-fucking Jennifer and screamed to the heavens, "OH SHIT! OH FUCKING SHIT! I'M FUCKING CUMMING! OH GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

At that point, Tsing withdrew from her and watched as the girl he wanted pulled the blonde's face to hers. They kissed deeply, passionately and intensely until the blonde collapsed in the arms of the girl he wanted, her orgasm complete.

He continued to watch as they kissed more slowly, more softly. That went on for about a minute before he gently moved the blonde to the side and opened the legs of the girl he wanted. Jennifer moaned as she felt the head of his dick parting the lips of her cunt. Only the second dick to ever be doing so, she thought. She gasped as he entered her and she lay back to enjoy the pleasure. Oliver's words entered her mind. "All she ever does is just lie there."

Screw him and Sarah Pursey, she thought. Then she relaxed and let Tsing have her. In moments she was being raised to the same edge of pleasure Taylor had only moments ago fallen over. As she gritted her teeth, she felt Taylor's soft hands brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. Then Taylor leaned her lips back to hers and they softly meshed together.

Tsing's strokes continued as if he were a well-tuned machine instead of a man. Jennifer broke the kiss she shared with Taylor and gasped, "I'm there." No screams. No cries. No calling of the gods. Just the soft gasp, "I'm there."

At that, Tsing fucked her harder and faster, bringing her to that crescent and lifting her over it in a way that Oliver never had. When he finally finished, he sighed as he shot his load inside her. Taylor gave Jennifer a hug and they snuggled together, softly and slowly kissing as Tsing rolled off of the bed. They broke their kiss as they heard him say, "There. That should more than do it."

Jennifer's eyes grew as she saw him laying ten one hundred dollar bills on the table next to the bed. "What the fuck?"

But before she could get upset, Taylor held a finger to her lips and said, "Just roll with it, Jenny."

"I'm not a fucking whore, Tay."
At that, Tsing shrugged and said, "Then you should be. You fuck just like one." When Jennifer's mouth fell open, he continued, "I'm leaving for Hong Kong next week. You should come with me."

"Uh, I don't think so."

Tsing shrugged and said, "Give it some thought. I'll make it worth your while."

"I'm sure you would, but I don't intend to leave Texas."

Jennifer and Taylor returned to their kissing as Tsing's bodyguards followed him out of the bedroom. As the intensity of their kisses increased, Jennifer's fingers found their way to Taylor's slit and she slowly rubbed the outer lips of her friend's cunt.

Taylor moaned and ran her fingers through Jennifer's hair and urged her on. With her fingers now slipping in and out of Taylor's pussy, Jennifer had kissed her way down to Taylor's breasts and was wrapping her lips around a hard, pink nipple.

Taylor gasped and said, "Oh shit."

Jennifer sucked the nipple a brief moment longer before releasing her lips from it. While still slowly, but deliberately pumping two fingers in and out of Taylor's pussy, she whispered in the blonde's ear. "Like that, Tay?"

Taylor squeezed her eyes shut and could only nod her head up and down as a response. Jennifer trailed her lips down Taylor's tummy, stopping briefly to kiss the blonde cheerleader's pierced navel, giving the pearl stud a slow lick. From there she continued with her trail of kisses until her lips were making contact with Taylor's clit.

She kept working the fingers in and out as she attached her lips to the exposed bud and began to suck for all she was worth. Taylor gasped and moaned, "Oh my God, Jenny. That's so good. Soooo good. Sooooo fucking good. Feels so fucking good."

Jenny lifted her face out of Taylor's crotch but continued to very slowly work her fingers in and out of Taylor's pussy. Very, very slowly she pumped the other girl's cunt. Taylor gasped, moaned and pleaded to be finished. Jennifer chuckled and said, "Like that, Tay?"

"Oh God. Oh my God. Yes. Yesssssss. YESSSSSSSSSSS!" Taylor began to scream as Jennifer finally brought her to her release.

When Taylor had collapsed beneath her, Jennifer slowly kissed her way back up Taylor's tummy, to her breasts, giving each nipple a slow suck along the way, on to the side of Taylor's neck and then to her lips. Her lips parted and Jennifer softly probed her lover's tongue before breaking the kiss and rolling onto her back beside Taylor.

Taylor rolled onto her side and, propping her elbow on the mattress, rested her chin in her hand. With her other hand, she brushed hair out of Jennifer's face before slowly beginning to pinch and tweak the nipple of Jennifer's breast that was nearest to her. They kissed again and Taylor broke the kiss and said, "You're incredible, Jenny."

"Thanks, Tay," Jennifer said with a chuckle.

"No," Taylor said. "I mean it. I don't think anyone has ever eaten my pussy that good before."

"What about Kelli?"

"Kelli's an amateur. You're a pro."

Jennifer laughed and said, "That's me. Professional pussy licker."

They both laughed and Taylor sat up and said, "Let me go find Cleo. I know she's probably got some blow."

Jennifer hesitated and said, "We did a whole lot of that shit already, Tay."

"Gonna do a whole lot more too," Taylor said as she rose and walked naked to the door. "I'll be right back."

*

Dina and Taylor closed the doors to the rooms they had occupied and stepped out into the hall at almost exactly the same instant. Each looked at the other's naked body and smiled. Taylor spoke first, shaking her head slowly and saying, "Dina Nouri."

Dina laughed and said, "Taylor Morgan."

Sharing Dina's laugh, Taylor said, "Who knew."

"Who indeed," Dina said. "Got a smoke?"

Taylor made an exaggerated point of looking up and down her naked body before saying, "Not on me."

Dina laughed despite herself and was beginning wonder why she and Taylor had never liked each other. "Where's Jenn?"

"Laying naked in the room I just left with my pussy juice all over her face."

"I see," Dina said.

"I bet you do," Taylor said. "But you knew about her talents before I did, didn't you."

"Not really that much before," Dina said. "But before."

"I'm going to go find some blow. You wanna come snort it with us?"

"Love to," Dina said.

As those words came out of her mouth, the door to Cleo's room opened and an equally naked Sandy Gordon stepped out. Both girls' jaws dropped as they watched the appearance of their friends' gorgeous mom. Sandy hadn't seen them at first, but as soon as she did, her face turned sheet white and she covered her hand with her mouth before saying, "Oh my God."

Before either Dina or Taylor could respond, Jennifer stepped out of the room and upon seeing Taylor still there said, "Haven't you found any more blow yet?"

Seeing the shocked expression on both Taylor and Dina's face, she gave them a puzzled look and said, "What?"

Then her eyes caught the naked form of her mother and the two stared. Their bodies so alike it was almost as if they were peering at their reflections in a full-length mirror. Finally, Jennifer said, "Mom."

To which, Sandy replied, "Jennifer."

Jennifer smiled meekly and said, "Hope your having as much fun as I am."

To that, Sandy could only laugh and said, "I think maybe I am."
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