The Collector Ch. 02: Angel & Erin
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NonConsent/Reluctance
Author's note: This story is a sequel to my earlier story 'The Collector Ch. 01: Erin'. Although I'm sure you could figure it out, it would probably make more sense if you read that story first. This story contains themes of reluctant sex, and anal sex. All characters are over age 18.
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It was what Angel had dubbed 'Fuckless Fridays'. Erin was still too new to the rhythms of the compound to understand from experience, but the term made sense immediately. For whatever reason, Friday was the day least likely for Carter to take one of the girls.
"It's because he often has some party or event he goes to on Fridays," Angel explained. "Dinners with high-profile investors, art gallery openings, the theater..."
The two were sitting at one of the compact poolside tables, finishing dinner. As she had been promised, the food was excellent. Tonight one of the house staff had brought them down a whole fish which Angel had expertly finished on the grill. Full and content, only the wine drew their continued attention. Angel considered the bottle. "It's South African. Whatever you think of the man, he has attention to detail."
Erin hadn't missed the connection. Every time Angel spoke, her beguiling accent reminded Erin of her exotic background. Her accent and absolutely everything else about the young woman was beguiling. She was quite possibly the most beautiful black woman Erin had ever met. Her complexion was flawless, with remarkably smooth skin darker than any of Erin's classmates or friends. Her features were equally striking, with a narrow nose and large eyes. Only her succulent lips reminded Erin of her African American friends.
"When's the last time you two..." Erin trailed off awkwardly. She still felt uncomfortable discussing her situation, even with someone like Angel.
Angel laughed. "When's the last time I fucked him? It's okay Erin."
"Okay, when's the last time you fucked him?"
"Never." Angel was carefully gauging Erin's reaction, a wry smile on her lips.
"What? I thought everyone-"
"Fucked him? Not exactly. Hold on."
Angel rose, and disappeared into her own cabana. She was wearing a white one-piece swimsuit which contrasted dramatically with her ebony skin. Erin took the opportunity to admire her round ass.
Returning, Angel placed a simple wood box on the table between them, and opened it. Keeping an appraising eye on Erin she pulled out a large, penis-shaped sex toy.
"Damn girl," Erin muttered. "Carter not big enough for you?"
Without commenting or breaking eye contact, Angel slid the toy to her lips. As Erin watched in amazement the dark-skinned beauty pushed the rubber head past her lips, then the shaft one inch at a time until at last the balls pressed against her chin. At least eight or nine inches had disappeared into her throat. She tugged it free again, liberating several strings of drool to slap against her neck.
"Shit," was all Erin could say.
Angel smiled, not without a trace of deserved arrogance. "So you see, no. I've never fucked Carter. I've never had to." Her accent was achingly sexy.
The two enjoyed a moment of silence. Around them, insects chirped and birds fluttered. It was dusk in Bel-Air. Erin had another sip of wine.
"Valeri said you were almost done here."
"Maybe," Angel said, cautiously. "I think."
"You think?"
Angel looked about nervously. "Listen Erin... it can be hard to tell sometimes. Carter is complicated, to put it mildly. I think in his heart he's a good person, but he has his demons." The growing darkness seemed to press in on Angel. She slid deeper into her lounger. "He's usually a perfect gentleman, provided you fulfill your end of the bargain. But," her fingers nervously sought the proper grip on her wine glass. "Lately he's been a bit intense with me. I wonder if he's really going to let me go."
Erin had harbored the same doubts. What was to prevent Carter from taking advantage of her, then going back on his word? Angel seemed to share the same concern. "Listen," she said, gripping Angel's hand tightly. "Whatever happens to you happens to me. If he mistreats you, we're both out of here, right?"
Angel squeezed Erin's hand back tightly, but her eyes were far away.
***
"Seventy-five thousand? What is this?"
Valeri had stopped by the next morning to show Erin an app on the tablet. Its sole purpose seemed to be to display a number. "This is your balance," Valeri explained. "It's what you've earned toward paying off your family's debt. Think of it as points. Whenever you do something to please Carter the points will go up. If you really make him happy the points will pile up quickly. Your goal is one million points."
"So, reach a million and I'm done here?" Erin had hoped to wrap-up her stay before classes resumed in the fall.
"Oh yes," Valeri assured her. "Please understand, Carter will still own your parents' mortgage, car loans, etc. They'll have to learn to live more frugally than they have. But, no one will be evicted and your tuition at UCLA will be covered by Carter. You'll be able to finish school."
Erin nodded quietly. "You said Angel was almost done. Does that mean her number is almost a million?"
"Ah, yes. Almost. In fact, you should ask her about it. You two might be able to help each other out." Valeri excused herself.
Erin found Angel sitting in front of her cabana, her breakfast largely untouched. She barely acknowledged Erin, preferring instead to gaze off into the distance. Together, the two sat in silence for several minutes.
"This is so fucked up," she finally blurted out.
"What is?"
Angel fumed for a moment before turning to speak. "I'm supposed to be done this week. I'm supposed to entertain Carter one more time, then fly back to Johannesburg on Wednesday. Now I can't. I'm going to miss my brother's wedding."
"Why can't you go?" Erin wondered if this had to do with their conversation the previous evening. "Carter won't let you?"
"Oh, he'll let me if I want to." Angel turned away from Erin and began slowly shredding a paper napkin. "It's just that if I don't earn enough points before I leave then I have to pay for the flights myself. Carter will only pay for a one-way flight back and only after I meet the terms of our deal."
"That's got to be an expensive flight, especially if you have to book with short notice. Can you afford it?" Erin hadn't checked her bank account yet to see what her allowance would be, but she had the impression it wasn't lavish enough to pay for international flights.
"Sort of. I have the money, barely. There are other issues though. My boyfriend is supposed to go to the wedding. I think he might propose to me."
Erin squeezed Angel's arm and tried to manage a smile.
"So, yeah it's fucked up because I've been telling everyone I was studying here for the spring semester. I don't see how I can go back for a week or whatever then come back to L.A., especially if Michael proposes. Fuck!"
"Why won't uh, 'entertaining' Carter get you free. Do you have fewer points than you thought?"
Angel glared at her. "Erin please, I'm sure we both know exactly how many points we have." She turned away again. "No, it's just that the last couple of times he hasn't given me as many points as before. Valeri won't say directly, but I get the impression that being deep throated isn't quite the novelty that it once was. I can't close out in time."
"Valeri said I might be able to help you."
"She's wrong," said Angel. "Carter will give you 'extra credit' for bringing a friend. That's probably what she meant, but it won't be enough. I can only close out if I fuck him."
"Why don't you, then?" Erin wondered if her willingness to let Carter have his way with her so quickly made Angel think less of her. "I mean, I get that you don't want to, but if it gets you out of here on time..."
Angel took her time responding. Erin watched a leaf blow across the pool deck and into the water. "Erin, I've only ever slept with Michael. I agreed to stay with Carter for the same reasons you did, but I swore I'd only blow him." She shook her head in frustration. "Now I'm this close."
Erin squeezed Angel's hand again, then got up to dangle her feet in the water. After a minute Angel joined her. For a moment they were just two young women enjoying the pool on a hot day.
Something occurred to Erin. "Carter knows you don't want to fuck him, right?"
"I'm sure he figured it out pretty quickly, yeah. Never seemed to bother him though. Nicole fucks him, and now you're here, too."
"Angel," Erin said, choosing her words carefully. "I think he wants your ass."
Angel continued staring at her with an unreadable expression.
"I mean, think about it. He knows you don't want to give it up, but he wants a little something special before you leave. If you give him your ass you're keeping your promise, at least in his view of things."
There was another lull in their conversation before Angel asked "You've done it?"
She had, after a few drinks on spring break. One moment she and her boyfriend had been laughing and playing around in bed, the next moment he was in her ass. The session had been unplanned, daring, and thoroughly enjoyable. Erin had climaxed easily with just a finger on her clit. Attempts to recreate the moment hadn't generated the same magic however, and after a while they stopped trying.
"Yeah. It can be nice. It helps to be in the mood."
"Well, shit. And if I'm not in the mood?" Angel looked depressed.
"It can hurt I guess."
"Yeah. So again, I'm fucked."
The leaf that had blown into the pool earlier drifted past them, just out of reach.
"I was a bit drunk the first time I did it," Erin hinted.
Angel mulled it over. "Wine or gin?"
***
"He'll want your throat first, then your ass."
The always prepared Valeri gave them instructions as she led them to the upper pool. This level of the compound was more formal, with a long rectangular pool and symmetric landscaping. At one end Erin glimpsed a party room with a catering kitchen and a bar. Valeri took them to the other end with the luxurious guest house. The bedroom faced the pool so guests might open the blinds and step almost directly into the water. Angel's final session would be held here.
Angel clung to Erin apprehensively. In the faint evening chill, Erin welcomed the warmth of Angel's body against hers. Per their plan, the two had each had several gin and tonics. It wasn't a giddy, happy buzz, but Angel had confided that she did feel more relaxed.
Valeri led them into bedroom, still warm from the earlier heat. On the nightstand lay a plain wood box like the one Angel had shown Erin the day before. "Here's everything you'll need, as we discussed." Valeri and Erin rolled back the comforter while Angel stood with her arms crossed. "Erin," Valeri resumed. "This evening is about Angel, but you aren't an idle observer. I suggest you do as Carter asks, but don't be afraid to get even more involved."
Valeri gave Angel a little hug, then excused herself. They were alone.
The bedroom had floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides. The bed itself faced the pool, while the sides looked onto the gardens. Though night had largely descended, light from recessed garden fixtures cast some illumination into the room. Even more entered from the pool deck. With the overhead light off, it was still easy to see.
"Look," said Angel, pointing to the pool. At some point Carter had arrived and climbed into the water. Or had he been there the entire time? He swam toward them from the far end, turned then swam back. His wake broke up the surface, sending small waves to slap against the sides. He swam another lap, his pace relaxed. He wasn't a large man, but he kept in shape. Erin had to admit for a man well into his forties he still had a lean and fit build. He turned and took another lap.
Finally, Carter climbed from the pool and stood dripping just steps from the bedroom. The hair on his chest and abdomen was slicked down, highlighting his tight frame.
"Bring me a towel," Carter said, eyes fixed on Angel.
Angel practically jumped to comply, following Carter as he walked to the outdoor shower and began to rinse. Angel stood by with the towel while Carter washed the chlorine from his light brown hair, chest, arms, and legs. Finally, to Erin's surprise he tugged off his swim trunks and finished by rinsing his shaft and balls. Throughout, he kept his gaze on Angel.
Carter took the towel, dried himself quickly and strode back toward the bedroom, his cock bouncing against his thigh. Passing Erin, he leapt gracefully onto the bed, lay back on a pillow and took a long, appreciative look at the two young women.
"Erin, why don't you help Angel out of her robe."
Both of the girls were wearing silk robes over their lingerie. Erin's was peach colored and clingy. Angel's robe was cream, with floral trim. Neither concealed the ripe figures of the young women wearing them. Instinctively, Erin looked to Angel for approval.
"Look at me," Carter commanded. "Stand behind her and take off her robe."
Erin blushed at the admonition, but complied. Embracing her new friend from behind, she reached her hands around Angel's waist to find the tie. She could feel Angel trembling slightly. Erin undid the tie and slid the robe off, revealing the South African's smooth, dark skin. There was a faint scent of perfume.
Carter looked Angel up and down appreciatively. The young woman's silky black skin contrasted nicely with the simple white bra and panties. The bra pushed her breasts up and together enticingly, while the skimpy panties highlighted her smooth, strong legs.
"Unhook her bra, Erin," Carter instructed.
This time Erin didn't hesitate to find the back clasp and unhook it. She looked over Angel's shoulder to see what Carter would ask next.
"Good," Carter said. "That's good. Now, slide it off slowly for me."
Erin's fingers sought the shoulder straps and tugged them to the sides. For a moment Angel's full breasts pulled the straps downward without assistance. From there Erin pealed the straps past Angel's elbows and hands. With a final tug down, Angel's breasts popped free. The bra fell to the floor.
Carter must have liked what he saw. His cock had swollen until it was no longer content to rest against his leg. With a shake of his hips, Carter flipped the turgid organ in an upward arc to slap heavily against his stomach. If he was any smaller than Angel's sex toy it wasn't by much.
"You can cup her breasts if you like, Erin."
Erin froze. Valeri had intimated that there would be opportunity, but Erin hadn't expected it to take this particular form. She had no experience with other women, and no interest. Neither would Angel have anything to gain. What she was poised to do with Carter would give her more than enough points to close out her obligation. She began to drop her hands.
"It's okay, do it." Just as Erin pulled away, Angel caught her hands and guided them to her breasts. A jolt of forbidden pleasure shot through her as her fingers curled around the South African's full, smooth breasts. She lifted them gently as Angel's hands fell away. They were ever so slightly heavier than Erin's own, firm but pliant. Erin lifted them, slowly sliding her fingers upward over Angel's nipples until she released her grip. They bounced free again.
"They're nice, aren't they?" Carter asked. He was staring directly at Erin.
"Yes," she replied meekly.
"Just 'yes'? How are they different from yours?" The man's expression was unreadable.
"They're... bigger," Erin responded. Then, sensing Carter wanted more, added "and really soft."
Carter allowed himself a smile. "You're right, Angel has the softest skin. Now, if you'll-"
"Again." Angel cut Carter off.
Erin was confused for a moment until Angel found her hands and again lifted them to her breasts. Even Carter seemed surprised. "Harder this time," Angel whispered.
Sometimes when Erin touched herself she would grab a breast and tug it upward, squeezing firmly. The sensation, combined with some attention to her clit was practically a direct path to orgasm. She decided to apply the same technique to Angel, firmly gripping each breast with her thumbs on top and all four fingers below, then pulling upward. Erin tugged them until they offered resistance, then just a bit harder. After a moment, she allowed her index fingers to slide closer to the thumbs, applying pressure across the base of Angel's nipples.
Erin watched with an almost detached interest as Angel reacted to the contact. The girl's full lips parted slightly and her brow furrowed as Erin kept the pressure steady. After another moment she bowed her head, her lips parting even more. Finally, she gasped out a small 'oh' and turned sharply to face Erin. For a moment Erin thought they might kiss, but instead Angel simply released a ragged breath. "Okay," she said softly.
"Damn." Carter was absently stroking his penis.
Angel's soft breasts still occupied Erin's hands. Carefully she lowered them, allowing each finger to slip slowly and firmly over a nipple. Angel's body trembled almost imperceptibly. By the time Erin finally released her grip Angel was looking at her as if seeing her for the first time. She gave Erin a little smile.
Carter savored the sight for a moment longer before patting the bed beside him. "Here Erin. Let's both watch what comes next."
With a lingering glance Erin pulled back, brushing Angel's belly and hips with her fingers. Something had changed in her. Holding and pleasuring Angel left her aroused and curious. Although a mild sensation, it was unexpected. Erin allowed herself to entertain the notion of further exploring Angel's body. It would have to wait.
Carefully holding her robe in place, Erin joined Carter on the bed. The older man arranged a pillow for her and the two reclined together, facing Angel. Carter slipped his arm around her.
"Angel has an amazing gift which I'd like to enjoy one more time." Carter was addressing Erin, but was smiling at Angel. His gaze was one of fondness. Erin still considered the man little more than a predator, but his admiration of Angel was genuine.
"Come join us Angel. Show Erin what you can do."
Erin had a pretty good idea what Angel's special gift was. After a fleeting moment of hesitation the South African beauty climbed onto the foot of the bed and worked her way toward Carter. She kept eye contact, approaching slowly until just inches from his organ.
"Show Erin what?" Angel asked teasingly.
"You know," said Carter, a trace of huskiness in his voice.
"You mean this?" Leaning slightly forward, Angel shook her head left and right, sending her straightened hair back and forth over Carter's balls.
"Stoppit!" Carter said, laughing. "That tickles. Feels good, but it tickles. Show Erin your trick."
"Oh, thaaaaaaat!" Angel said, smiling back.
Erin marveled at their dynamic. There was an ease about them that belied the manipulative underpinnings of their relationship. Angel seemed relaxed and confident; Carter seemed downright indulgent.
Abandoning her pretense, Angel got to work. She pulled herself just a bit farther forward until she could approach Carter's organ from above. Maintaining eye contact with her host she lifted his cock from his belly and flicked her tongue around the head in a circle. The shaft twitched in her hand. She tongued him again, this time starting from the base up to the head, lingering on the swollen tip before repeating the motion on the other side.
"Yeah," said Carter. "Yeah, do it."
With a wink at Erin, Angel slipped her lips over the head then pulled back releasing it with an audible pop. She giggled, then repeated the motion, this time going a touch deeper. Carter had already been fully engorged. As Erin watched, Angel gradually teased him from turgid to vein-poppingly hard. Making only a few adjustments to her position over his cock, and pausing once to wipe drool from her chin the dark-skinned girl gradually coaxed more and more of his pink shaft past her lips. She was already swallowing more cock than Erin ever had. Each time she pulled back Carter was ever more drenched in saliva. Finally, her lips reached the base of Carter's shaft.
Angel made a gagging sound and pulled back quickly, gasping. Her eyes ran with tears and strings of saliva swung from her chin, connecting her with Carter's cock. She panted raggedly.
"Fuuuuuuuuck yeah!" Carter groaned. His grip on Erin's waist had strengthened somewhat, pulling her tight against him. Only the silky robe separated her from Carter's hard body.
Angel caught her breath and resumed her assault on Carter's shaft. This time she made several rapidfire plunges, taking him deep each time. Finally, she pulled back panting. There was an intense look in her eye that Erin hadn't noticed before.
"Balls deep again, baby. Show Erin."
Angel shot Carter a glance. "Hold on." She had nearly gagged and was still catching her breath.
Carter relaxed as Angel adjusted her position and recovered from her efforts. The South African released her grip on his saliva-drenched cock and turned her body until she could approach it from the opposite direction. She now lay mostly parallel with Carter's right side. This angle somewhat obscured Erin's view of her face, but yielded a panorama of Angel's toned back and spectacular backside. Carter continued to embrace Erin on his left side and now indulgently stroked Angel's back and butt to his right.
Angel resumed her work. Slipping her succulent lips past the head of Carter's cock she slid her mouth down the shaft. She stopped part way to adjust her position then resumed, wiggling her head a bit to open access to her throat. Finally she reached the limit, her chin resting on Carter's abs. She took a breath, her nose inches from the man's heavy balls.
"Oh my god," whispered Erin softly.
Carter's back was arched slightly, his mouth open. His right hand had found the top of Angel's thigh and was squeezing firmly. His eyes were closed. Finally, a low moan escaped his lips.
Angel held the position for several long moments. Her eyes were shut tight, but watering. She took in another breath through her nose. Finally, she pulled back. There was a wet sound as she released the suction on Carter's organ, withdrew, and let it slap back against his belly. Angel gasped, sending several strings of drool swinging free. Carter's shaft and balls were glistening.
Panting, Angel turned to face Erin. "You like what you saw?" She still had the intense, almost wild look from earlier.
"I don't know how-".
"Goddamn girl," Carter broke in. He relaxed his back, sinking into the mattress. His breath was ragged.
Angel didn't wait to see if either of her two bed mates had anything more to say. Instead she crawled forward a bit, raising herself on her arms until she was poised directly above Carter's cock. Her full breasts swung free, nipples brushing the man's belly and hips. "Don't cum yet," she instructed.
As before, Angel began by slipping her mouth over Carter's swollen cock head. Sliding down from above she took ever more of the shaft until less than two inches remained free. This time however, instead of continuing to the base she withdrew until her lips barely held the tip. Not hesitating, she plunged back down again to the same spot. Her eyes were closed. Again she pulled back.
Carter's cock stood out in sharp relief, an angry spear. Angel's saliva dripped over the head and every bulging vein. Below, his cum-filled balls rested plump against muscular thighs. Erin felt her arousal growing.
The cock disappeared once again, consumed by Angel's devouring mouth. The dark-skinned beauty was working up to a steady rhythm, squeezing the tip firmly with her lips at the slow beginning of the stroke, then plunging down and back swiftly. Thus she gave full attention to the sensitive head while still showcasing her ability to take nearly Carter's full length. She used no hands.
Pressed as she was against Carter, Erin had an unmatched view to the older man's enjoyment. She had the same perspective on Angel's athletic dealings with his cock, could feel his body tense and hot, and hear his low groaning. The man was lost to pleasure.
Angel pressed onward, her mouth practically a blur as she worked the shaft. That she could take so much cock without gagging was astounding. That she could do so for so many consecutive strokes was incredible. Erin looked on in amazement. Angel pumped relentlessly, her hair bouncing wildly.
If Erin was tentatively aroused, Carter was close to his limit. He bucked his hips, seemingly timing his thrusts to greet Angel's welcoming mouth. In addition to a low, nearly steady groan Carter let out an occasional vocalization. "Oh yeah baby, so good." Then a moment later "Fuck! That mouth is amazing."
Nor did Carter ease up on his hold around Erin's waist. He held her close like a lover, in a demanding but kind grip. As Angel continued her wet frenzy on his shaft, Carter gradually turned toward Erin, burying his face in her thick brown hair, inhaling her scent and kissing the top of her head. Gradually he pulled her back, kissing her forehead, cheek, and finally her lips.
Erin's mind swirled with a chaotic mix of emotions; distaste, arousal, and curiosity fought for attention. It wasn't an intimacy she had sought, but Carter's kiss wasn't entirely unpleasant. Despite the shower, he still smelled faintly of chlorine, a scent which carried pleasant memories of summers spent by the pool. His kiss was insistent and wet, driven by the lavish attention Angel was giving his cock. After her initial hesitation, Erin found herself kissing back, her disobedient tongue seeking his.
It was too much for Carter. With an unexpected motion he pushed Erin aside and sat partially upright, his eyes fixed on Angel. "Stop! Stop stop! Oh fuck, stop before I cum!" Carter's chest was heaving, his eyes hooded.
Angel looked up with a bewildered expression, detaching herself from Carter's organ. Saliva dripped from her lips and chin. Carter's cock throbbed in her small hand. After a moment she found Carter's eyes. "Oh."
"Shit, that was close," Carter said, still heaving. "I think you forget how fucking amazing you are Angel." Carter shook his head, laughing. The ease in their relationship had reappeared.
In his move to push her away, Carter had tugged open Erin's robe. Warmed by her arousal and the lingering heat of the day she decided to shed it entirely. Both Carter and Angel watched with interest as Erin wriggled free of the silky garment, and both drank in the view of her trim body and the minimalist black bra and panties she wore.
Carter seemed to reach a decision. Carefully disentangling himself from Angel, he rolled to the edge of the bed and stood. His glistening and only somewhat softened cock rested against his leg. A thin sheen of sweat highlighted his body. "Erin, can you help Angel get ready? I believe Valeri gave you some toys."
She had. Nervously, Erin opened the box. In it was a collection of butt plugs, lube, and vibrators. Valeri had even included a pack of spare batteries and a small towel. Erin lowered the box to show show Angel.
The South African looked up with an expression that Erin couldn't quite place. Curiosity for sure, a bit of trepidation, and something else. Was it fear? Uncertainty?
"Lay on your side Angel," Carter suggested. He slumped into a chair to watch.
Angel held Erin's glance for a bit longer before complying. As Valeri had suggested, she lay on her side at the edge of the bed, facing away from Erin. She raised her top leg toward her chest. "Start with the small one," she said softly.
Erin hesitated. Agreeing to play a role in Carter's final session with Angel had been one thing. Both girls would earn points, and Erin wasn't the one being asked to submit to anal sex. In the moment however, what she was being asked to do was far from appealing. She eyed the box of sex toys. The smallest plug in the box was little larger than Erin's thumb. The largest was more like a particularly fat carrot.
Fighting back her reluctance, Erin took the small plug and coated the tip in lube. Pressing her left hand against Angel's smooth butt raised that cheek, exposing her rectum. As Angel looked toward Erin with her unreadable expression, Erin began to work the tip in. Using a swirling motion to spread the lube, she slid the plug until she encountered some resistance. Angel took in a sharp breath but said nothing. Gently, Erin pushed the plug the rest of the way in.
Across the bed, Carter seemed to have recovered from his near-orgasmic experience. He had caught his breath and now regarded the girls carefully. "Try the next one," he suggested.
Angel gave a small nod, and Erin carefully removed the plug. The medium-sized one started just as skinny as the first, but was noticeably thicker toward the back. As before, lube and patience allowed Erin to work the toy roughly halfway in before encountering resistance. From there she proceeded with even greater care, periodically backing off and letting Angel relax. A few drops of the lube slid down Angel's butt.
The widest part of the plug had almost passed Angel's sphincter before she stopped Erin. Wincing, she pushed her hand back against her friend's arm and turned sharply to meet Erin's gaze. "Is that all the way?" she asked, pleading.
The plug had only a quarter of an inch to go, but it would be the most trying portion. "Take in a really deep breath," Erin suggested.
Eyes still fixed on Erin, Angel complied, filling her lungs.
"Now, let it out slowly."
While Angel gradually exhaled Erin -as gently as possible- pushed the toy the rest of the way.
Angel's exhalation turned into a groan. "Fffffaaaaaaa. Shit!" she said, grimacing.
"It's in, it's in," Erin said quickly. "That was it." The very end of the plug was decorated with a smiley face. It seemed a cruel contrast to Angel's mood.
The dark-skinned girl took in and released several more deep breaths. The sheets were gathered into balls where she had clutched at them. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body.
The room was quiet as Angel did the best she could to relax. Valeri had said it was best to get used to each size plug before moving on to the next. Finally, Angel let out a single long breath and nodded to Erin. "Okay," she said. "Okay, take it out. Slowly."
Erin studied Angel's face intently as she cautiously tugged the toy free. Barely a wince. Perhaps that boded well for the final plug, Erin thought. She reached for it.
"Do you like it?" Angel asked.
Erin froze, the largest plug still in her hand.
Angel looked up at her, smiling. "It's okay Erin," she said. "I was asking Carter. Keep going."
Still unsure what was happening, Erin proceeded cautiously. As before, she applied a generous dollop of lube to the final plug and began teasing it into Angel's back door.
"Do you like this part?" Angel asked, looking squarely at Carter. "Watching Erin get me ready for you?"
Carter raised his eyebrows but didn't respond. His cock lay lazily along his thigh, outlined by light from the outside fixtures.
"What's the best part of tonight?" she continued. "When I deep throated you? Watching Erin touch me?"
Erin gently worked the plug until Angel's brow tightened in discomfort. "Breathe, like before," she suggested. It was a technique Erin had learned from a yoga instructor. "Take a deep breath, then concentrate on letting all the air out of your lungs."
Angel took in and released one deep breath, then another. As she relaxed, so did her muscles. Erin made progress until the plug was almost fully in.
"Or is it this?" Angel said, wincing. She was still staring directly at Carter. "Is it hot seeing me in pain?"
Carter had no response, but his cock had started to thicken. Indolently, he lifted it from his thigh and gave it a tug. Sprawled as he was in the lounge chair, he gave the impression of a man who might not even bother to come to the table for a fine meal. Or join two beautiful young women in bed.
"Are you... oh!" Angel started to say something more to their host but was cut short.
"It's in," said Erin. "You did it."
Angel took in and released several more deep breaths as a moment of quiet descended upon the room. The end of the butt plug twitched. Outside a few birds made themselves heard, a reminder of a world where creatures called out for mates, fucked, and parted ways without any of the drama playing out between Erin, Angel, and Carter.
At last Carter stirred. "Erin, leave the plug in. Go lie down beside Angel. Yes, facing her."
The mattress gave way slightly as Erin settled in facing Angel. The dark-skinned girl had her mouth in the shape of an O, breathing deeply and steadily.
"And here we are," Angel to managed to say. Her South African accent was still as bewitching as the first time Erin had heard it.
"It's okay?" Erin asked. She couldn't tell if Angel was growing accustomed to the plug, or just putting on a brave face.
"It's fine, yeah," she said. "That last one, is it as big as Carter?" There was pleading in her eyes.
Erin had considered exactly the same question. However, despite having had a front-row seat to Angel's oral performance, she still wasn't sure. The widest part might compare to the head of Carter's cock, but the plug wasn't as long or as thick throughout its length. "You can do it," she said, trying to look supportive.
Carter roused himself and crossed to Angel's side of the bed. In the dim light he presented little more than a lean silhouette with flat stomach and a swollen cock. His eyes were dark.
With Carter now out of sight behind her, Angel seemed to tense up. Erin squeezed Angel's hand where her friend was gripping the sheets. The two girls were laying on their sides facing each other, their faces just inches apart. Their bodies must have presented a lovely sight, Erin's pale, slim frame contrasting with Angel's fuller hips, butt, and bust.
The moment was at hand. Carter thoroughly lubed his cock, stroking it to hardness. Resting one hand on Angel's hip, he carefully worked the plug free. Erin watched as Angel winced anew, but the moment was quickly past. "Okay," she said, seemingly to no one in particular.
Not hesitating, Carter pushed forward into the space recently vacated by the toy. Angel's hips rocked toward Erin, then back again as Carter withdrew. A second time and a third, Carter slowly worked the head in.
Erin switched her gaze between Angel and Carter, the former gritting her teeth in determination, the latter carefully eyeing the progress of his eager cock into her virgin tunnel. Holding her friend's hand in hers, Erin tried to provide comfort. "You're doing great Angel."
"He's a big boy," Angel hissed. "Oh shit."
"Yeah, you can do it though."
Carter proceeded slowly but insistently, working his cock in with exquisite care. With each thrust he opened Angel's ass a sliver more. "Ahhhh," he groaned. "The head's almost in, Angel. You're taking it." Still he pushed forward, bracing her hip with one hand, her thigh with the other.
The tension written on Angel's face didn't ease. Instead, her brow creased with each thrust as Carter stretched her flesh to fit his straining rod. "You didn't- ah, fuck!" Angel tried to speak but the discomfort of submitting to Carter made it next to impossible. "You didn't say what you liked best," she gasped.
Even in the room's dim light Erin could make out Carter's amused expression. "Yeah, you asked me earlier," he acknowledged between thrusts. By this time Carter had made real progress in his penetration of Angel's tunnel. "You asked me what my favorite part of tonight was." He withdrew nearly completely then pushed forward again. "I would think after our time together you'd know." Slowly out then back in again, each time sinking his shaft just a touch deeper. "But you weren't even close."
A long, slow groan slipped from Angel's soft lips. To Erin it seemed as if she was over the worst. Her hands had lost their death grip on the sheets. "So tell me," she panted.
"Soon," promised Carter. He spread his arms the length of her body, stroking her neck with his left hand while gripping her ankle with his right. With his head leaned back and body tight, he appeared the embodiment of lust. "Don't you want to enjoy this?"
Shooting Erin a furtive look, Angel reached toward her slit. "Oh," she said softly. Flicking her fingers in a circle, she homed in on her clit and started to work it. Gradually her eyes slid shut.
The combination of the alcohol and the undeniably erotic scene playing out before her stoked Erin's arousal. Mimicking Angel's self indulgence, she found her own slit and gently probed. Wetness greeted her.
"Is it hot?" Angel hadn't opened her eyes but queried Erin nonetheless. "Is it hot watching us?"
"Yeah, it's slippery. I mean yes. It's sexy." Erin blushed at the slip of her tongue.
Angel managed a smile. "Tell me what you see."
"I see my gorgeous friend Angel offering up her perfect ass to a hot guy. He's taking her right in front of me, burying his fucking fat cock as deep as he can. I don't know who's going to cum first, her or him. Or me." Erin had no idea where the filthy talk had come from, but it turned her on even more. Almost unconsciously, she stepped up the attention she was giving to her slit.
"Mmm, that sounds nice," said Angel. "Can you tell if your friend is enjoying it?" Her eyes were closed, but Angel still winced periodically as Carter gradually conquered her back door.
"She is," Erin decided. "I can tell."
"How can you- ah, fuck!" Carter had adjusted his position, skewering Angel even deeper. The dark-skinned beauty twisted before him, but guided by his grip on her neck and ankle had little room to escape his advances. As before, her mouth formed an O as she tried to relax herself with deep breaths.
Remembering their earlier moment together, Erin reached forward to palm one of Angel's breasts. Working her thumb into Angel's cleavage she lifted a breast free and gently tugged it toward her. The skin was as soft and inviting as Angel's accent. Erin tugged firmly, letting her thumb slide forward until it reached the nipple, pinching it between her fingers.
The contact got Angel's attention. "Oh," she said, not letting up from pleasuring herself. "There you are." She winced again as Carter probed her, but recovered. "I thought you had forgotten me."
Erin doubted she'd ever forget the moment, much less Angel. The girl's silky skin was highlighted with a light sheen of perspiration, visible even in the dim light of the guest house. Her lush lips were parted invitingly, and her voluptuous body stretched out before Erin like a landscape. Even tested as she was by Carter's steady penetration, Angel's grace and beauty shone. She writhed, teased with cock from behind, and fingers on her pussy and nipple.
"Thought you could use a little extra attention is all," said Erin. She continued to tug firmly on Angel's breast and nipple.
"I thought maybe we'd kiss," said Angel. She met Erin's eyes intently, wondering.
The suggestion hung in their air between them. Earlier in the evening -it seemed like an eternity ago- Erin had considered just that. Carter had interrupted them, but there was nothing to stop them now apart from Erin's inhibitions. Fondling and teasing Angel's breasts was nice; in the moment it felt more playful than sexual. A kiss seemed another thing entirely. Erin understood that making out with Angel would mean crossing a line from which she could not turn back. Drunk girls might make a show of a kiss to get attention at a party, but Erin felt the tug of genuine attraction toward Angel.
Their faces were inches apart. She closed her eyes.
The kiss -the exact moment of it- surprised her. A light pressure, a half-second of orientation, then the warmth. Unlike being kissed by a man, Erin found herself having to lean in, to pursue Angel somewhat. Fortunately, with Carter's hand resting on Angel's neck she had little room to retreat. Soon they were kissing hotly, soft lips and curious tongues meeting and exploring. Tingles of warmth spread through Erin's body. Her gash was as damp as it had ever been.
Angel gasped as Erin finally pulled back. Both girls gyrated with pleasure as slender fingers probed, flicked, and pressed hot against their slits. Angel had two fingers curled in and against her g-spot. Erin focused on her shaved nub. Stoked with lust from the show of erotic indulgence that Carter and Angel were putting on, Erin was nearing her peak. Angel, despite the merciless assault on her back door, seemed close as well.
"Yeah, cum Angel. I want to feel it." Seemingly forgotten, Carter was by now almost completely impaling Angel with each thrust. No longer leaning back, he looked down on the two girls hungrily as they kissed and teased themselves relentlessly toward climax. "Cum with me in your ass," he said, his voice shaking with lust.
This time Angel didn't bother to look at Carter or even open her eyes as she responded. "Yeah, that's what you want? Will that be the best part? Watching me cum? Feeling my ass shake?" She no longer winced as the older man drove his strokes home.
"Cum and I'll tell you," he demanded. "I want to feel it. Want to feel you pop."
"I want to see it, too," said Erin. She couldn't help herself from encouraging Angel. "Cum for us. You're so beautiful; I want to see it happen." In fact, the dark-skinned girl couldn't have looked any more the picture of erotic beauty, her soft lips parted in ecstasy as she worked her slit feverishly. Erin didn't let up the pressure on her breast. Angel's body twisted, wracked with pleasure and pain.
"Ahhh," Angel moaned, her whole body shaking and tense. "Fuhhhhh," she groaned. "Carter you're a bastard, you're a- fawwww..." Her speech faltered as a long shudder tore through her body. She tensed completely, then let out a near howl as she came. "Awwwwwwww, fuck!"
For a long moment Angel arched away, tossing her head back as the orgasm surged through her. The hollow of her neck, glistening with perspiration, seemed to Erin the most erotic sight in the world, although her full breasts bouncing and quivering were a match. Gradually Erin released her grip, letting Angel's breast bounce back to its twin.
The surge of pleasure turned into a convulsion as Angel rode the peak of ecstasy. Her body wasn't her own, bucking wildly. At last, flush and satiated, Angel went slack. Panting, she lay with slitted eyes as if struggling to remain conscious. A series of lesser shudders passed through her, each slightly weaker than the previous. Finally she managed a weak smile. "Yeah," she said. "I think I came. Fuck."
Erin giggled.
"Oh my god," groaned Carter. Miraculously, he had pulled out without climaxing. His straining rod cut the air, bouncing and dripping with lube. "Fuck, you're hot," he managed. He looked a bit disoriented, as if he'd woken up in the middle of an orgy and was still trying to figure it out. It was the first time Erin had seen him in less than perfect control.
For at least a full minute the three did nothing but catch their breath. Erin, who had been close to orgasm when Angel came, idly fingered her slit. Carter's cock slightly softened, but looked no less powerful. Angel gradually regained her composure. Far away the pool pump gurgled.
"Face down." Carter finally broke the spell.
Angel looked over her shoulder confused. "You're fucking kidding me!" she swore. "You didn't cum?"
"Face down. I'm going to answer your question." Carter applied a new layer of lube to his swollen organ. He was dripping with sweat.
"Omigod," Angel said softly. Pleadingly, she locked eyes with Erin.
Erin struggled to think how she could help her friend, but Carter gave them no time. Returning to the edge of the bed he said, "Middle of the bed and face down, Angel. I won't ask again."
Dazed looking, Angel complied with the request. As Erin made way, Angel wriggled closer to the center of the bed and turned face down. Perhaps anticipating Carter's needs she arched her ass up to greet her host's final advances.
The mattress sank as Carter joined the girls. Straddling Angel's offered-up ass, Carter took her a second time, quickly working his bulging shaft nearly to the hilt. "Yeahhhhhhh," he groaned ecstatically.
"Oh, fuck," said Angel, gritting her teeth.
Carter pulled out and back in, then repeated the motion.
Erin layed out alongside Angel, holding her hand tenderly. The South African turned her head to face Erin but this time seemed in no mood for a kiss. Worry creased her features.
"You asked me," Carter said carefully, "What I most liked about tonight." He pulled nearly out then back again, leaving no more than an inch of his shaft free. "You thought maybe the blowjob." Cock out, then back in deep as Angel lay pinned beneath him.
"You do have an amazing ability to swallow cock," he acknowledged. "I have no idea how many times you've used that throat to drain my balls. Your boyfriend is a lucky man." Pulling out and thrusting back home, Carter was slowly building up his rhythm. "That wasn't it though."
At the reference to Michael, Angel squeezed her eyes even more tightly shut.
"Or watching Erin play with your tits. That was pretty fucking hot."
To Erin's eyes Carter looked like a predator perched over its prey, feasting his eyes on her youthful beauty while piercing her with his shaft. She doubted Angel would be able to wriggle free if she had wanted to.
"And yeah, watching her get you ready for me. Getting your ass ready for my cock. Mmm." Carter's eyes flicked shut for a minute, either savoring the memory or lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
Erin's fingers returned to her still slick slit. Her body responded eagerly and within seconds was submerged in bliss once again. Far from bothering her, watching Carter dominate her friend was unexpectedly erotic. Carter arched his back, and drove his shaft home with powerfully muscled thighs and buttocks, hovering over Angel closely. His sweat dripped onto her back and neck. His breath was practically in her ear.
"And that kiss, fuck me!" Carter continued. "That's why I had to pull out." He took a few more strokes.
"Tell her then," pleaded Erin. She was eager to cum. "Tell us what you're enjoying the most."
Carter was kneeling between Angel's open thighs. At the beginning of his strokes the lovers were apart, connected only by the tip of his cock nestled in her sphincter. At peak penetration their bodies pressed close together, allowing Carter to breathe in her scent and whisper huskily into her ear. He did so now.
"You're a beautiful and sweet young woman Angel, you really are. Our time together has been wonderful. But your dad..." Carter withdrew then slammed his cock home. Angel winced. Erin, with her fingers diving into her gash and stroking her clit, almost came.
"This will bother him for the rest of his life," Carter said. Every day he'll remember how he cheated me." With a groan, Carted pulled nearly out, lingered a moment, then drove deep once more. "Every time he sees you he'll think of how he lost you to me. Your mom will never forgive him."
Torn between lust and revulsion, Erin neared the point of no return. She knew she shouldn't be aroused by Carter's unsettling talk of revenge, but the narrative meshed perfectly with the couple's body language. Angel lay submissively, open to Carter, with her face buried in the sheets but her ass raised. Above, Carter penetrated her mercilessly, taking every liberty and delight in her ripe flesh.
Angel let out a long moan, muffled by the sheets. Whether powered by arousal or regrets didn't matter. The sheer soulful force of it took Erin over the edge. All of the erotic energy, tension, beauty, and lust of the evening seemed to burst from Erin's slit outward, wracking her body.
"Oh, fuuu," she moaned. "Ahhhhhhhh. Shit!" Her eyes slid shut as a sustained wave of pleasure held her. Her body stiffened and shuddered.
"Your friend is cumming Angel, I'm going to... oh fuck!" Carter had lost all will or ability to restrain his assault on Angel's ass. His strokes now came rapidfire, each one buried to the hilt in hot flesh. His balls slapped against her pussy.
"Take it. Take it all bitch! Take all my cock." Carter stiffened, his pole buried and quivering. "I own you. I own your ass. Ahhhhhhhhh. Fuck yeah!" Carter came hard, driving his shaft home and holding it deep as cum blasted into Angel's insides. "Oh god, I own your perfect ass." Another spasm seized him, sending another blast of seed deep. "Fuuuuuu..."
Erin's and Carter's orgasms seemed to merge. Erin was still riding a shuddering wave of ecstasy as just inches away Carter erupted. Both moaned and writhed without control or care. Erin bucked her hips as if impaling herself on an imaginary lover. Carter in turn slammed against Angel's very real and round ass, emptying the last of his load. Eventually, both collapsed next to Angel, the bed now a tangle of twisted sheets and spent bodies.
The three remained quiet well after catching their breath. Erin idly stroked Angel's hair. Carter rolled onto his back and stretched out languorously. Finally Angel broke the silence.
"You're a real fucker, Carter. A complete bastard."
She was smiling.
*****
It was what Angel had dubbed 'Fuckless Fridays'. Erin was still too new to the rhythms of the compound to understand from experience, but the term made sense immediately. For whatever reason, Friday was the day least likely for Carter to take one of the girls.
"It's because he often has some party or event he goes to on Fridays," Angel explained. "Dinners with high-profile investors, art gallery openings, the theater..."
The two were sitting at one of the compact poolside tables, finishing dinner. As she had been promised, the food was excellent. Tonight one of the house staff had brought them down a whole fish which Angel had expertly finished on the grill. Full and content, only the wine drew their continued attention. Angel considered the bottle. "It's South African. Whatever you think of the man, he has attention to detail."
Erin hadn't missed the connection. Every time Angel spoke, her beguiling accent reminded Erin of her exotic background. Her accent and absolutely everything else about the young woman was beguiling. She was quite possibly the most beautiful black woman Erin had ever met. Her complexion was flawless, with remarkably smooth skin darker than any of Erin's classmates or friends. Her features were equally striking, with a narrow nose and large eyes. Only her succulent lips reminded Erin of her African American friends.
"When's the last time you two..." Erin trailed off awkwardly. She still felt uncomfortable discussing her situation, even with someone like Angel.
Angel laughed. "When's the last time I fucked him? It's okay Erin."
"Okay, when's the last time you fucked him?"
"Never." Angel was carefully gauging Erin's reaction, a wry smile on her lips.
"What? I thought everyone-"
"Fucked him? Not exactly. Hold on."
Angel rose, and disappeared into her own cabana. She was wearing a white one-piece swimsuit which contrasted dramatically with her ebony skin. Erin took the opportunity to admire her round ass.
Returning, Angel placed a simple wood box on the table between them, and opened it. Keeping an appraising eye on Erin she pulled out a large, penis-shaped sex toy.
"Damn girl," Erin muttered. "Carter not big enough for you?"
Without commenting or breaking eye contact, Angel slid the toy to her lips. As Erin watched in amazement the dark-skinned beauty pushed the rubber head past her lips, then the shaft one inch at a time until at last the balls pressed against her chin. At least eight or nine inches had disappeared into her throat. She tugged it free again, liberating several strings of drool to slap against her neck.
"Shit," was all Erin could say.
Angel smiled, not without a trace of deserved arrogance. "So you see, no. I've never fucked Carter. I've never had to." Her accent was achingly sexy.
The two enjoyed a moment of silence. Around them, insects chirped and birds fluttered. It was dusk in Bel-Air. Erin had another sip of wine.
"Valeri said you were almost done here."
"Maybe," Angel said, cautiously. "I think."
"You think?"
Angel looked about nervously. "Listen Erin... it can be hard to tell sometimes. Carter is complicated, to put it mildly. I think in his heart he's a good person, but he has his demons." The growing darkness seemed to press in on Angel. She slid deeper into her lounger. "He's usually a perfect gentleman, provided you fulfill your end of the bargain. But," her fingers nervously sought the proper grip on her wine glass. "Lately he's been a bit intense with me. I wonder if he's really going to let me go."
Erin had harbored the same doubts. What was to prevent Carter from taking advantage of her, then going back on his word? Angel seemed to share the same concern. "Listen," she said, gripping Angel's hand tightly. "Whatever happens to you happens to me. If he mistreats you, we're both out of here, right?"
Angel squeezed Erin's hand back tightly, but her eyes were far away.
***
"Seventy-five thousand? What is this?"
Valeri had stopped by the next morning to show Erin an app on the tablet. Its sole purpose seemed to be to display a number. "This is your balance," Valeri explained. "It's what you've earned toward paying off your family's debt. Think of it as points. Whenever you do something to please Carter the points will go up. If you really make him happy the points will pile up quickly. Your goal is one million points."
"So, reach a million and I'm done here?" Erin had hoped to wrap-up her stay before classes resumed in the fall.
"Oh yes," Valeri assured her. "Please understand, Carter will still own your parents' mortgage, car loans, etc. They'll have to learn to live more frugally than they have. But, no one will be evicted and your tuition at UCLA will be covered by Carter. You'll be able to finish school."
Erin nodded quietly. "You said Angel was almost done. Does that mean her number is almost a million?"
"Ah, yes. Almost. In fact, you should ask her about it. You two might be able to help each other out." Valeri excused herself.
Erin found Angel sitting in front of her cabana, her breakfast largely untouched. She barely acknowledged Erin, preferring instead to gaze off into the distance. Together, the two sat in silence for several minutes.
"This is so fucked up," she finally blurted out.
"What is?"
Angel fumed for a moment before turning to speak. "I'm supposed to be done this week. I'm supposed to entertain Carter one more time, then fly back to Johannesburg on Wednesday. Now I can't. I'm going to miss my brother's wedding."
"Why can't you go?" Erin wondered if this had to do with their conversation the previous evening. "Carter won't let you?"
"Oh, he'll let me if I want to." Angel turned away from Erin and began slowly shredding a paper napkin. "It's just that if I don't earn enough points before I leave then I have to pay for the flights myself. Carter will only pay for a one-way flight back and only after I meet the terms of our deal."
"That's got to be an expensive flight, especially if you have to book with short notice. Can you afford it?" Erin hadn't checked her bank account yet to see what her allowance would be, but she had the impression it wasn't lavish enough to pay for international flights.
"Sort of. I have the money, barely. There are other issues though. My boyfriend is supposed to go to the wedding. I think he might propose to me."
Erin squeezed Angel's arm and tried to manage a smile.
"So, yeah it's fucked up because I've been telling everyone I was studying here for the spring semester. I don't see how I can go back for a week or whatever then come back to L.A., especially if Michael proposes. Fuck!"
"Why won't uh, 'entertaining' Carter get you free. Do you have fewer points than you thought?"
Angel glared at her. "Erin please, I'm sure we both know exactly how many points we have." She turned away again. "No, it's just that the last couple of times he hasn't given me as many points as before. Valeri won't say directly, but I get the impression that being deep throated isn't quite the novelty that it once was. I can't close out in time."
"Valeri said I might be able to help you."
"She's wrong," said Angel. "Carter will give you 'extra credit' for bringing a friend. That's probably what she meant, but it won't be enough. I can only close out if I fuck him."
"Why don't you, then?" Erin wondered if her willingness to let Carter have his way with her so quickly made Angel think less of her. "I mean, I get that you don't want to, but if it gets you out of here on time..."
Angel took her time responding. Erin watched a leaf blow across the pool deck and into the water. "Erin, I've only ever slept with Michael. I agreed to stay with Carter for the same reasons you did, but I swore I'd only blow him." She shook her head in frustration. "Now I'm this close."
Erin squeezed Angel's hand again, then got up to dangle her feet in the water. After a minute Angel joined her. For a moment they were just two young women enjoying the pool on a hot day.
Something occurred to Erin. "Carter knows you don't want to fuck him, right?"
"I'm sure he figured it out pretty quickly, yeah. Never seemed to bother him though. Nicole fucks him, and now you're here, too."
"Angel," Erin said, choosing her words carefully. "I think he wants your ass."
Angel continued staring at her with an unreadable expression.
"I mean, think about it. He knows you don't want to give it up, but he wants a little something special before you leave. If you give him your ass you're keeping your promise, at least in his view of things."
There was another lull in their conversation before Angel asked "You've done it?"
She had, after a few drinks on spring break. One moment she and her boyfriend had been laughing and playing around in bed, the next moment he was in her ass. The session had been unplanned, daring, and thoroughly enjoyable. Erin had climaxed easily with just a finger on her clit. Attempts to recreate the moment hadn't generated the same magic however, and after a while they stopped trying.
"Yeah. It can be nice. It helps to be in the mood."
"Well, shit. And if I'm not in the mood?" Angel looked depressed.
"It can hurt I guess."
"Yeah. So again, I'm fucked."
The leaf that had blown into the pool earlier drifted past them, just out of reach.
"I was a bit drunk the first time I did it," Erin hinted.
Angel mulled it over. "Wine or gin?"
***
"He'll want your throat first, then your ass."
The always prepared Valeri gave them instructions as she led them to the upper pool. This level of the compound was more formal, with a long rectangular pool and symmetric landscaping. At one end Erin glimpsed a party room with a catering kitchen and a bar. Valeri took them to the other end with the luxurious guest house. The bedroom faced the pool so guests might open the blinds and step almost directly into the water. Angel's final session would be held here.
Angel clung to Erin apprehensively. In the faint evening chill, Erin welcomed the warmth of Angel's body against hers. Per their plan, the two had each had several gin and tonics. It wasn't a giddy, happy buzz, but Angel had confided that she did feel more relaxed.
Valeri led them into bedroom, still warm from the earlier heat. On the nightstand lay a plain wood box like the one Angel had shown Erin the day before. "Here's everything you'll need, as we discussed." Valeri and Erin rolled back the comforter while Angel stood with her arms crossed. "Erin," Valeri resumed. "This evening is about Angel, but you aren't an idle observer. I suggest you do as Carter asks, but don't be afraid to get even more involved."
Valeri gave Angel a little hug, then excused herself. They were alone.
The bedroom had floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides. The bed itself faced the pool, while the sides looked onto the gardens. Though night had largely descended, light from recessed garden fixtures cast some illumination into the room. Even more entered from the pool deck. With the overhead light off, it was still easy to see.
"Look," said Angel, pointing to the pool. At some point Carter had arrived and climbed into the water. Or had he been there the entire time? He swam toward them from the far end, turned then swam back. His wake broke up the surface, sending small waves to slap against the sides. He swam another lap, his pace relaxed. He wasn't a large man, but he kept in shape. Erin had to admit for a man well into his forties he still had a lean and fit build. He turned and took another lap.
Finally, Carter climbed from the pool and stood dripping just steps from the bedroom. The hair on his chest and abdomen was slicked down, highlighting his tight frame.
"Bring me a towel," Carter said, eyes fixed on Angel.
Angel practically jumped to comply, following Carter as he walked to the outdoor shower and began to rinse. Angel stood by with the towel while Carter washed the chlorine from his light brown hair, chest, arms, and legs. Finally, to Erin's surprise he tugged off his swim trunks and finished by rinsing his shaft and balls. Throughout, he kept his gaze on Angel.
Carter took the towel, dried himself quickly and strode back toward the bedroom, his cock bouncing against his thigh. Passing Erin, he leapt gracefully onto the bed, lay back on a pillow and took a long, appreciative look at the two young women.
"Erin, why don't you help Angel out of her robe."
Both of the girls were wearing silk robes over their lingerie. Erin's was peach colored and clingy. Angel's robe was cream, with floral trim. Neither concealed the ripe figures of the young women wearing them. Instinctively, Erin looked to Angel for approval.
"Look at me," Carter commanded. "Stand behind her and take off her robe."
Erin blushed at the admonition, but complied. Embracing her new friend from behind, she reached her hands around Angel's waist to find the tie. She could feel Angel trembling slightly. Erin undid the tie and slid the robe off, revealing the South African's smooth, dark skin. There was a faint scent of perfume.
Carter looked Angel up and down appreciatively. The young woman's silky black skin contrasted nicely with the simple white bra and panties. The bra pushed her breasts up and together enticingly, while the skimpy panties highlighted her smooth, strong legs.
"Unhook her bra, Erin," Carter instructed.
This time Erin didn't hesitate to find the back clasp and unhook it. She looked over Angel's shoulder to see what Carter would ask next.
"Good," Carter said. "That's good. Now, slide it off slowly for me."
Erin's fingers sought the shoulder straps and tugged them to the sides. For a moment Angel's full breasts pulled the straps downward without assistance. From there Erin pealed the straps past Angel's elbows and hands. With a final tug down, Angel's breasts popped free. The bra fell to the floor.
Carter must have liked what he saw. His cock had swollen until it was no longer content to rest against his leg. With a shake of his hips, Carter flipped the turgid organ in an upward arc to slap heavily against his stomach. If he was any smaller than Angel's sex toy it wasn't by much.
"You can cup her breasts if you like, Erin."
Erin froze. Valeri had intimated that there would be opportunity, but Erin hadn't expected it to take this particular form. She had no experience with other women, and no interest. Neither would Angel have anything to gain. What she was poised to do with Carter would give her more than enough points to close out her obligation. She began to drop her hands.
"It's okay, do it." Just as Erin pulled away, Angel caught her hands and guided them to her breasts. A jolt of forbidden pleasure shot through her as her fingers curled around the South African's full, smooth breasts. She lifted them gently as Angel's hands fell away. They were ever so slightly heavier than Erin's own, firm but pliant. Erin lifted them, slowly sliding her fingers upward over Angel's nipples until she released her grip. They bounced free again.
"They're nice, aren't they?" Carter asked. He was staring directly at Erin.
"Yes," she replied meekly.
"Just 'yes'? How are they different from yours?" The man's expression was unreadable.
"They're... bigger," Erin responded. Then, sensing Carter wanted more, added "and really soft."
Carter allowed himself a smile. "You're right, Angel has the softest skin. Now, if you'll-"
"Again." Angel cut Carter off.
Erin was confused for a moment until Angel found her hands and again lifted them to her breasts. Even Carter seemed surprised. "Harder this time," Angel whispered.
Sometimes when Erin touched herself she would grab a breast and tug it upward, squeezing firmly. The sensation, combined with some attention to her clit was practically a direct path to orgasm. She decided to apply the same technique to Angel, firmly gripping each breast with her thumbs on top and all four fingers below, then pulling upward. Erin tugged them until they offered resistance, then just a bit harder. After a moment, she allowed her index fingers to slide closer to the thumbs, applying pressure across the base of Angel's nipples.
Erin watched with an almost detached interest as Angel reacted to the contact. The girl's full lips parted slightly and her brow furrowed as Erin kept the pressure steady. After another moment she bowed her head, her lips parting even more. Finally, she gasped out a small 'oh' and turned sharply to face Erin. For a moment Erin thought they might kiss, but instead Angel simply released a ragged breath. "Okay," she said softly.
"Damn." Carter was absently stroking his penis.
Angel's soft breasts still occupied Erin's hands. Carefully she lowered them, allowing each finger to slip slowly and firmly over a nipple. Angel's body trembled almost imperceptibly. By the time Erin finally released her grip Angel was looking at her as if seeing her for the first time. She gave Erin a little smile.
Carter savored the sight for a moment longer before patting the bed beside him. "Here Erin. Let's both watch what comes next."
With a lingering glance Erin pulled back, brushing Angel's belly and hips with her fingers. Something had changed in her. Holding and pleasuring Angel left her aroused and curious. Although a mild sensation, it was unexpected. Erin allowed herself to entertain the notion of further exploring Angel's body. It would have to wait.
Carefully holding her robe in place, Erin joined Carter on the bed. The older man arranged a pillow for her and the two reclined together, facing Angel. Carter slipped his arm around her.
"Angel has an amazing gift which I'd like to enjoy one more time." Carter was addressing Erin, but was smiling at Angel. His gaze was one of fondness. Erin still considered the man little more than a predator, but his admiration of Angel was genuine.
"Come join us Angel. Show Erin what you can do."
Erin had a pretty good idea what Angel's special gift was. After a fleeting moment of hesitation the South African beauty climbed onto the foot of the bed and worked her way toward Carter. She kept eye contact, approaching slowly until just inches from his organ.
"Show Erin what?" Angel asked teasingly.
"You know," said Carter, a trace of huskiness in his voice.
"You mean this?" Leaning slightly forward, Angel shook her head left and right, sending her straightened hair back and forth over Carter's balls.
"Stoppit!" Carter said, laughing. "That tickles. Feels good, but it tickles. Show Erin your trick."
"Oh, thaaaaaaat!" Angel said, smiling back.
Erin marveled at their dynamic. There was an ease about them that belied the manipulative underpinnings of their relationship. Angel seemed relaxed and confident; Carter seemed downright indulgent.
Abandoning her pretense, Angel got to work. She pulled herself just a bit farther forward until she could approach Carter's organ from above. Maintaining eye contact with her host she lifted his cock from his belly and flicked her tongue around the head in a circle. The shaft twitched in her hand. She tongued him again, this time starting from the base up to the head, lingering on the swollen tip before repeating the motion on the other side.
"Yeah," said Carter. "Yeah, do it."
With a wink at Erin, Angel slipped her lips over the head then pulled back releasing it with an audible pop. She giggled, then repeated the motion, this time going a touch deeper. Carter had already been fully engorged. As Erin watched, Angel gradually teased him from turgid to vein-poppingly hard. Making only a few adjustments to her position over his cock, and pausing once to wipe drool from her chin the dark-skinned girl gradually coaxed more and more of his pink shaft past her lips. She was already swallowing more cock than Erin ever had. Each time she pulled back Carter was ever more drenched in saliva. Finally, her lips reached the base of Carter's shaft.
Angel made a gagging sound and pulled back quickly, gasping. Her eyes ran with tears and strings of saliva swung from her chin, connecting her with Carter's cock. She panted raggedly.
"Fuuuuuuuuck yeah!" Carter groaned. His grip on Erin's waist had strengthened somewhat, pulling her tight against him. Only the silky robe separated her from Carter's hard body.
Angel caught her breath and resumed her assault on Carter's shaft. This time she made several rapidfire plunges, taking him deep each time. Finally, she pulled back panting. There was an intense look in her eye that Erin hadn't noticed before.
"Balls deep again, baby. Show Erin."
Angel shot Carter a glance. "Hold on." She had nearly gagged and was still catching her breath.
Carter relaxed as Angel adjusted her position and recovered from her efforts. The South African released her grip on his saliva-drenched cock and turned her body until she could approach it from the opposite direction. She now lay mostly parallel with Carter's right side. This angle somewhat obscured Erin's view of her face, but yielded a panorama of Angel's toned back and spectacular backside. Carter continued to embrace Erin on his left side and now indulgently stroked Angel's back and butt to his right.
Angel resumed her work. Slipping her succulent lips past the head of Carter's cock she slid her mouth down the shaft. She stopped part way to adjust her position then resumed, wiggling her head a bit to open access to her throat. Finally she reached the limit, her chin resting on Carter's abs. She took a breath, her nose inches from the man's heavy balls.
"Oh my god," whispered Erin softly.
Carter's back was arched slightly, his mouth open. His right hand had found the top of Angel's thigh and was squeezing firmly. His eyes were closed. Finally, a low moan escaped his lips.
Angel held the position for several long moments. Her eyes were shut tight, but watering. She took in another breath through her nose. Finally, she pulled back. There was a wet sound as she released the suction on Carter's organ, withdrew, and let it slap back against his belly. Angel gasped, sending several strings of drool swinging free. Carter's shaft and balls were glistening.
Panting, Angel turned to face Erin. "You like what you saw?" She still had the intense, almost wild look from earlier.
"I don't know how-".
"Goddamn girl," Carter broke in. He relaxed his back, sinking into the mattress. His breath was ragged.
Angel didn't wait to see if either of her two bed mates had anything more to say. Instead she crawled forward a bit, raising herself on her arms until she was poised directly above Carter's cock. Her full breasts swung free, nipples brushing the man's belly and hips. "Don't cum yet," she instructed.
As before, Angel began by slipping her mouth over Carter's swollen cock head. Sliding down from above she took ever more of the shaft until less than two inches remained free. This time however, instead of continuing to the base she withdrew until her lips barely held the tip. Not hesitating, she plunged back down again to the same spot. Her eyes were closed. Again she pulled back.
Carter's cock stood out in sharp relief, an angry spear. Angel's saliva dripped over the head and every bulging vein. Below, his cum-filled balls rested plump against muscular thighs. Erin felt her arousal growing.
The cock disappeared once again, consumed by Angel's devouring mouth. The dark-skinned beauty was working up to a steady rhythm, squeezing the tip firmly with her lips at the slow beginning of the stroke, then plunging down and back swiftly. Thus she gave full attention to the sensitive head while still showcasing her ability to take nearly Carter's full length. She used no hands.
Pressed as she was against Carter, Erin had an unmatched view to the older man's enjoyment. She had the same perspective on Angel's athletic dealings with his cock, could feel his body tense and hot, and hear his low groaning. The man was lost to pleasure.
Angel pressed onward, her mouth practically a blur as she worked the shaft. That she could take so much cock without gagging was astounding. That she could do so for so many consecutive strokes was incredible. Erin looked on in amazement. Angel pumped relentlessly, her hair bouncing wildly.
If Erin was tentatively aroused, Carter was close to his limit. He bucked his hips, seemingly timing his thrusts to greet Angel's welcoming mouth. In addition to a low, nearly steady groan Carter let out an occasional vocalization. "Oh yeah baby, so good." Then a moment later "Fuck! That mouth is amazing."
Nor did Carter ease up on his hold around Erin's waist. He held her close like a lover, in a demanding but kind grip. As Angel continued her wet frenzy on his shaft, Carter gradually turned toward Erin, burying his face in her thick brown hair, inhaling her scent and kissing the top of her head. Gradually he pulled her back, kissing her forehead, cheek, and finally her lips.
Erin's mind swirled with a chaotic mix of emotions; distaste, arousal, and curiosity fought for attention. It wasn't an intimacy she had sought, but Carter's kiss wasn't entirely unpleasant. Despite the shower, he still smelled faintly of chlorine, a scent which carried pleasant memories of summers spent by the pool. His kiss was insistent and wet, driven by the lavish attention Angel was giving his cock. After her initial hesitation, Erin found herself kissing back, her disobedient tongue seeking his.
It was too much for Carter. With an unexpected motion he pushed Erin aside and sat partially upright, his eyes fixed on Angel. "Stop! Stop stop! Oh fuck, stop before I cum!" Carter's chest was heaving, his eyes hooded.
Angel looked up with a bewildered expression, detaching herself from Carter's organ. Saliva dripped from her lips and chin. Carter's cock throbbed in her small hand. After a moment she found Carter's eyes. "Oh."
"Shit, that was close," Carter said, still heaving. "I think you forget how fucking amazing you are Angel." Carter shook his head, laughing. The ease in their relationship had reappeared.
In his move to push her away, Carter had tugged open Erin's robe. Warmed by her arousal and the lingering heat of the day she decided to shed it entirely. Both Carter and Angel watched with interest as Erin wriggled free of the silky garment, and both drank in the view of her trim body and the minimalist black bra and panties she wore.
Carter seemed to reach a decision. Carefully disentangling himself from Angel, he rolled to the edge of the bed and stood. His glistening and only somewhat softened cock rested against his leg. A thin sheen of sweat highlighted his body. "Erin, can you help Angel get ready? I believe Valeri gave you some toys."
She had. Nervously, Erin opened the box. In it was a collection of butt plugs, lube, and vibrators. Valeri had even included a pack of spare batteries and a small towel. Erin lowered the box to show show Angel.
The South African looked up with an expression that Erin couldn't quite place. Curiosity for sure, a bit of trepidation, and something else. Was it fear? Uncertainty?
"Lay on your side Angel," Carter suggested. He slumped into a chair to watch.
Angel held Erin's glance for a bit longer before complying. As Valeri had suggested, she lay on her side at the edge of the bed, facing away from Erin. She raised her top leg toward her chest. "Start with the small one," she said softly.
Erin hesitated. Agreeing to play a role in Carter's final session with Angel had been one thing. Both girls would earn points, and Erin wasn't the one being asked to submit to anal sex. In the moment however, what she was being asked to do was far from appealing. She eyed the box of sex toys. The smallest plug in the box was little larger than Erin's thumb. The largest was more like a particularly fat carrot.
Fighting back her reluctance, Erin took the small plug and coated the tip in lube. Pressing her left hand against Angel's smooth butt raised that cheek, exposing her rectum. As Angel looked toward Erin with her unreadable expression, Erin began to work the tip in. Using a swirling motion to spread the lube, she slid the plug until she encountered some resistance. Angel took in a sharp breath but said nothing. Gently, Erin pushed the plug the rest of the way in.
Across the bed, Carter seemed to have recovered from his near-orgasmic experience. He had caught his breath and now regarded the girls carefully. "Try the next one," he suggested.
Angel gave a small nod, and Erin carefully removed the plug. The medium-sized one started just as skinny as the first, but was noticeably thicker toward the back. As before, lube and patience allowed Erin to work the toy roughly halfway in before encountering resistance. From there she proceeded with even greater care, periodically backing off and letting Angel relax. A few drops of the lube slid down Angel's butt.
The widest part of the plug had almost passed Angel's sphincter before she stopped Erin. Wincing, she pushed her hand back against her friend's arm and turned sharply to meet Erin's gaze. "Is that all the way?" she asked, pleading.
The plug had only a quarter of an inch to go, but it would be the most trying portion. "Take in a really deep breath," Erin suggested.
Eyes still fixed on Erin, Angel complied, filling her lungs.
"Now, let it out slowly."
While Angel gradually exhaled Erin -as gently as possible- pushed the toy the rest of the way.
Angel's exhalation turned into a groan. "Fffffaaaaaaa. Shit!" she said, grimacing.
"It's in, it's in," Erin said quickly. "That was it." The very end of the plug was decorated with a smiley face. It seemed a cruel contrast to Angel's mood.
The dark-skinned girl took in and released several more deep breaths. The sheets were gathered into balls where she had clutched at them. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body.
The room was quiet as Angel did the best she could to relax. Valeri had said it was best to get used to each size plug before moving on to the next. Finally, Angel let out a single long breath and nodded to Erin. "Okay," she said. "Okay, take it out. Slowly."
Erin studied Angel's face intently as she cautiously tugged the toy free. Barely a wince. Perhaps that boded well for the final plug, Erin thought. She reached for it.
"Do you like it?" Angel asked.
Erin froze, the largest plug still in her hand.
Angel looked up at her, smiling. "It's okay Erin," she said. "I was asking Carter. Keep going."
Still unsure what was happening, Erin proceeded cautiously. As before, she applied a generous dollop of lube to the final plug and began teasing it into Angel's back door.
"Do you like this part?" Angel asked, looking squarely at Carter. "Watching Erin get me ready for you?"
Carter raised his eyebrows but didn't respond. His cock lay lazily along his thigh, outlined by light from the outside fixtures.
"What's the best part of tonight?" she continued. "When I deep throated you? Watching Erin touch me?"
Erin gently worked the plug until Angel's brow tightened in discomfort. "Breathe, like before," she suggested. It was a technique Erin had learned from a yoga instructor. "Take a deep breath, then concentrate on letting all the air out of your lungs."
Angel took in and released one deep breath, then another. As she relaxed, so did her muscles. Erin made progress until the plug was almost fully in.
"Or is it this?" Angel said, wincing. She was still staring directly at Carter. "Is it hot seeing me in pain?"
Carter had no response, but his cock had started to thicken. Indolently, he lifted it from his thigh and gave it a tug. Sprawled as he was in the lounge chair, he gave the impression of a man who might not even bother to come to the table for a fine meal. Or join two beautiful young women in bed.
"Are you... oh!" Angel started to say something more to their host but was cut short.
"It's in," said Erin. "You did it."
Angel took in and released several more deep breaths as a moment of quiet descended upon the room. The end of the butt plug twitched. Outside a few birds made themselves heard, a reminder of a world where creatures called out for mates, fucked, and parted ways without any of the drama playing out between Erin, Angel, and Carter.
At last Carter stirred. "Erin, leave the plug in. Go lie down beside Angel. Yes, facing her."
The mattress gave way slightly as Erin settled in facing Angel. The dark-skinned girl had her mouth in the shape of an O, breathing deeply and steadily.
"And here we are," Angel to managed to say. Her South African accent was still as bewitching as the first time Erin had heard it.
"It's okay?" Erin asked. She couldn't tell if Angel was growing accustomed to the plug, or just putting on a brave face.
"It's fine, yeah," she said. "That last one, is it as big as Carter?" There was pleading in her eyes.
Erin had considered exactly the same question. However, despite having had a front-row seat to Angel's oral performance, she still wasn't sure. The widest part might compare to the head of Carter's cock, but the plug wasn't as long or as thick throughout its length. "You can do it," she said, trying to look supportive.
Carter roused himself and crossed to Angel's side of the bed. In the dim light he presented little more than a lean silhouette with flat stomach and a swollen cock. His eyes were dark.
With Carter now out of sight behind her, Angel seemed to tense up. Erin squeezed Angel's hand where her friend was gripping the sheets. The two girls were laying on their sides facing each other, their faces just inches apart. Their bodies must have presented a lovely sight, Erin's pale, slim frame contrasting with Angel's fuller hips, butt, and bust.
The moment was at hand. Carter thoroughly lubed his cock, stroking it to hardness. Resting one hand on Angel's hip, he carefully worked the plug free. Erin watched as Angel winced anew, but the moment was quickly past. "Okay," she said, seemingly to no one in particular.
Not hesitating, Carter pushed forward into the space recently vacated by the toy. Angel's hips rocked toward Erin, then back again as Carter withdrew. A second time and a third, Carter slowly worked the head in.
Erin switched her gaze between Angel and Carter, the former gritting her teeth in determination, the latter carefully eyeing the progress of his eager cock into her virgin tunnel. Holding her friend's hand in hers, Erin tried to provide comfort. "You're doing great Angel."
"He's a big boy," Angel hissed. "Oh shit."
"Yeah, you can do it though."
Carter proceeded slowly but insistently, working his cock in with exquisite care. With each thrust he opened Angel's ass a sliver more. "Ahhhh," he groaned. "The head's almost in, Angel. You're taking it." Still he pushed forward, bracing her hip with one hand, her thigh with the other.
The tension written on Angel's face didn't ease. Instead, her brow creased with each thrust as Carter stretched her flesh to fit his straining rod. "You didn't- ah, fuck!" Angel tried to speak but the discomfort of submitting to Carter made it next to impossible. "You didn't say what you liked best," she gasped.
Even in the room's dim light Erin could make out Carter's amused expression. "Yeah, you asked me earlier," he acknowledged between thrusts. By this time Carter had made real progress in his penetration of Angel's tunnel. "You asked me what my favorite part of tonight was." He withdrew nearly completely then pushed forward again. "I would think after our time together you'd know." Slowly out then back in again, each time sinking his shaft just a touch deeper. "But you weren't even close."
A long, slow groan slipped from Angel's soft lips. To Erin it seemed as if she was over the worst. Her hands had lost their death grip on the sheets. "So tell me," she panted.
"Soon," promised Carter. He spread his arms the length of her body, stroking her neck with his left hand while gripping her ankle with his right. With his head leaned back and body tight, he appeared the embodiment of lust. "Don't you want to enjoy this?"
Shooting Erin a furtive look, Angel reached toward her slit. "Oh," she said softly. Flicking her fingers in a circle, she homed in on her clit and started to work it. Gradually her eyes slid shut.
The combination of the alcohol and the undeniably erotic scene playing out before her stoked Erin's arousal. Mimicking Angel's self indulgence, she found her own slit and gently probed. Wetness greeted her.
"Is it hot?" Angel hadn't opened her eyes but queried Erin nonetheless. "Is it hot watching us?"
"Yeah, it's slippery. I mean yes. It's sexy." Erin blushed at the slip of her tongue.
Angel managed a smile. "Tell me what you see."
"I see my gorgeous friend Angel offering up her perfect ass to a hot guy. He's taking her right in front of me, burying his fucking fat cock as deep as he can. I don't know who's going to cum first, her or him. Or me." Erin had no idea where the filthy talk had come from, but it turned her on even more. Almost unconsciously, she stepped up the attention she was giving to her slit.
"Mmm, that sounds nice," said Angel. "Can you tell if your friend is enjoying it?" Her eyes were closed, but Angel still winced periodically as Carter gradually conquered her back door.
"She is," Erin decided. "I can tell."
"How can you- ah, fuck!" Carter had adjusted his position, skewering Angel even deeper. The dark-skinned beauty twisted before him, but guided by his grip on her neck and ankle had little room to escape his advances. As before, her mouth formed an O as she tried to relax herself with deep breaths.
Remembering their earlier moment together, Erin reached forward to palm one of Angel's breasts. Working her thumb into Angel's cleavage she lifted a breast free and gently tugged it toward her. The skin was as soft and inviting as Angel's accent. Erin tugged firmly, letting her thumb slide forward until it reached the nipple, pinching it between her fingers.
The contact got Angel's attention. "Oh," she said, not letting up from pleasuring herself. "There you are." She winced again as Carter probed her, but recovered. "I thought you had forgotten me."
Erin doubted she'd ever forget the moment, much less Angel. The girl's silky skin was highlighted with a light sheen of perspiration, visible even in the dim light of the guest house. Her lush lips were parted invitingly, and her voluptuous body stretched out before Erin like a landscape. Even tested as she was by Carter's steady penetration, Angel's grace and beauty shone. She writhed, teased with cock from behind, and fingers on her pussy and nipple.
"Thought you could use a little extra attention is all," said Erin. She continued to tug firmly on Angel's breast and nipple.
"I thought maybe we'd kiss," said Angel. She met Erin's eyes intently, wondering.
The suggestion hung in their air between them. Earlier in the evening -it seemed like an eternity ago- Erin had considered just that. Carter had interrupted them, but there was nothing to stop them now apart from Erin's inhibitions. Fondling and teasing Angel's breasts was nice; in the moment it felt more playful than sexual. A kiss seemed another thing entirely. Erin understood that making out with Angel would mean crossing a line from which she could not turn back. Drunk girls might make a show of a kiss to get attention at a party, but Erin felt the tug of genuine attraction toward Angel.
Their faces were inches apart. She closed her eyes.
The kiss -the exact moment of it- surprised her. A light pressure, a half-second of orientation, then the warmth. Unlike being kissed by a man, Erin found herself having to lean in, to pursue Angel somewhat. Fortunately, with Carter's hand resting on Angel's neck she had little room to retreat. Soon they were kissing hotly, soft lips and curious tongues meeting and exploring. Tingles of warmth spread through Erin's body. Her gash was as damp as it had ever been.
Angel gasped as Erin finally pulled back. Both girls gyrated with pleasure as slender fingers probed, flicked, and pressed hot against their slits. Angel had two fingers curled in and against her g-spot. Erin focused on her shaved nub. Stoked with lust from the show of erotic indulgence that Carter and Angel were putting on, Erin was nearing her peak. Angel, despite the merciless assault on her back door, seemed close as well.
"Yeah, cum Angel. I want to feel it." Seemingly forgotten, Carter was by now almost completely impaling Angel with each thrust. No longer leaning back, he looked down on the two girls hungrily as they kissed and teased themselves relentlessly toward climax. "Cum with me in your ass," he said, his voice shaking with lust.
This time Angel didn't bother to look at Carter or even open her eyes as she responded. "Yeah, that's what you want? Will that be the best part? Watching me cum? Feeling my ass shake?" She no longer winced as the older man drove his strokes home.
"Cum and I'll tell you," he demanded. "I want to feel it. Want to feel you pop."
"I want to see it, too," said Erin. She couldn't help herself from encouraging Angel. "Cum for us. You're so beautiful; I want to see it happen." In fact, the dark-skinned girl couldn't have looked any more the picture of erotic beauty, her soft lips parted in ecstasy as she worked her slit feverishly. Erin didn't let up the pressure on her breast. Angel's body twisted, wracked with pleasure and pain.
"Ahhh," Angel moaned, her whole body shaking and tense. "Fuhhhhh," she groaned. "Carter you're a bastard, you're a- fawwww..." Her speech faltered as a long shudder tore through her body. She tensed completely, then let out a near howl as she came. "Awwwwwwww, fuck!"
For a long moment Angel arched away, tossing her head back as the orgasm surged through her. The hollow of her neck, glistening with perspiration, seemed to Erin the most erotic sight in the world, although her full breasts bouncing and quivering were a match. Gradually Erin released her grip, letting Angel's breast bounce back to its twin.
The surge of pleasure turned into a convulsion as Angel rode the peak of ecstasy. Her body wasn't her own, bucking wildly. At last, flush and satiated, Angel went slack. Panting, she lay with slitted eyes as if struggling to remain conscious. A series of lesser shudders passed through her, each slightly weaker than the previous. Finally she managed a weak smile. "Yeah," she said. "I think I came. Fuck."
Erin giggled.
"Oh my god," groaned Carter. Miraculously, he had pulled out without climaxing. His straining rod cut the air, bouncing and dripping with lube. "Fuck, you're hot," he managed. He looked a bit disoriented, as if he'd woken up in the middle of an orgy and was still trying to figure it out. It was the first time Erin had seen him in less than perfect control.
For at least a full minute the three did nothing but catch their breath. Erin, who had been close to orgasm when Angel came, idly fingered her slit. Carter's cock slightly softened, but looked no less powerful. Angel gradually regained her composure. Far away the pool pump gurgled.
"Face down." Carter finally broke the spell.
Angel looked over her shoulder confused. "You're fucking kidding me!" she swore. "You didn't cum?"
"Face down. I'm going to answer your question." Carter applied a new layer of lube to his swollen organ. He was dripping with sweat.
"Omigod," Angel said softly. Pleadingly, she locked eyes with Erin.
Erin struggled to think how she could help her friend, but Carter gave them no time. Returning to the edge of the bed he said, "Middle of the bed and face down, Angel. I won't ask again."
Dazed looking, Angel complied with the request. As Erin made way, Angel wriggled closer to the center of the bed and turned face down. Perhaps anticipating Carter's needs she arched her ass up to greet her host's final advances.
The mattress sank as Carter joined the girls. Straddling Angel's offered-up ass, Carter took her a second time, quickly working his bulging shaft nearly to the hilt. "Yeahhhhhhh," he groaned ecstatically.
"Oh, fuck," said Angel, gritting her teeth.
Carter pulled out and back in, then repeated the motion.
Erin layed out alongside Angel, holding her hand tenderly. The South African turned her head to face Erin but this time seemed in no mood for a kiss. Worry creased her features.
"You asked me," Carter said carefully, "What I most liked about tonight." He pulled nearly out then back again, leaving no more than an inch of his shaft free. "You thought maybe the blowjob." Cock out, then back in deep as Angel lay pinned beneath him.
"You do have an amazing ability to swallow cock," he acknowledged. "I have no idea how many times you've used that throat to drain my balls. Your boyfriend is a lucky man." Pulling out and thrusting back home, Carter was slowly building up his rhythm. "That wasn't it though."
At the reference to Michael, Angel squeezed her eyes even more tightly shut.
"Or watching Erin play with your tits. That was pretty fucking hot."
To Erin's eyes Carter looked like a predator perched over its prey, feasting his eyes on her youthful beauty while piercing her with his shaft. She doubted Angel would be able to wriggle free if she had wanted to.
"And yeah, watching her get you ready for me. Getting your ass ready for my cock. Mmm." Carter's eyes flicked shut for a minute, either savoring the memory or lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
Erin's fingers returned to her still slick slit. Her body responded eagerly and within seconds was submerged in bliss once again. Far from bothering her, watching Carter dominate her friend was unexpectedly erotic. Carter arched his back, and drove his shaft home with powerfully muscled thighs and buttocks, hovering over Angel closely. His sweat dripped onto her back and neck. His breath was practically in her ear.
"And that kiss, fuck me!" Carter continued. "That's why I had to pull out." He took a few more strokes.
"Tell her then," pleaded Erin. She was eager to cum. "Tell us what you're enjoying the most."
Carter was kneeling between Angel's open thighs. At the beginning of his strokes the lovers were apart, connected only by the tip of his cock nestled in her sphincter. At peak penetration their bodies pressed close together, allowing Carter to breathe in her scent and whisper huskily into her ear. He did so now.
"You're a beautiful and sweet young woman Angel, you really are. Our time together has been wonderful. But your dad..." Carter withdrew then slammed his cock home. Angel winced. Erin, with her fingers diving into her gash and stroking her clit, almost came.
"This will bother him for the rest of his life," Carter said. Every day he'll remember how he cheated me." With a groan, Carted pulled nearly out, lingered a moment, then drove deep once more. "Every time he sees you he'll think of how he lost you to me. Your mom will never forgive him."
Torn between lust and revulsion, Erin neared the point of no return. She knew she shouldn't be aroused by Carter's unsettling talk of revenge, but the narrative meshed perfectly with the couple's body language. Angel lay submissively, open to Carter, with her face buried in the sheets but her ass raised. Above, Carter penetrated her mercilessly, taking every liberty and delight in her ripe flesh.
Angel let out a long moan, muffled by the sheets. Whether powered by arousal or regrets didn't matter. The sheer soulful force of it took Erin over the edge. All of the erotic energy, tension, beauty, and lust of the evening seemed to burst from Erin's slit outward, wracking her body.
"Oh, fuuu," she moaned. "Ahhhhhhhh. Shit!" Her eyes slid shut as a sustained wave of pleasure held her. Her body stiffened and shuddered.
"Your friend is cumming Angel, I'm going to... oh fuck!" Carter had lost all will or ability to restrain his assault on Angel's ass. His strokes now came rapidfire, each one buried to the hilt in hot flesh. His balls slapped against her pussy.
"Take it. Take it all bitch! Take all my cock." Carter stiffened, his pole buried and quivering. "I own you. I own your ass. Ahhhhhhhhh. Fuck yeah!" Carter came hard, driving his shaft home and holding it deep as cum blasted into Angel's insides. "Oh god, I own your perfect ass." Another spasm seized him, sending another blast of seed deep. "Fuuuuuu..."
Erin's and Carter's orgasms seemed to merge. Erin was still riding a shuddering wave of ecstasy as just inches away Carter erupted. Both moaned and writhed without control or care. Erin bucked her hips as if impaling herself on an imaginary lover. Carter in turn slammed against Angel's very real and round ass, emptying the last of his load. Eventually, both collapsed next to Angel, the bed now a tangle of twisted sheets and spent bodies.
The three remained quiet well after catching their breath. Erin idly stroked Angel's hair. Carter rolled onto his back and stretched out languorously. Finally Angel broke the silence.
"You're a real fucker, Carter. A complete bastard."
She was smiling.