Chapter 1: Tennis Match

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Group Sex, Oriental Female, Anal Sex, School, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1: Tennis Match - A cute female friend on the University's Varsity Tennis team challenges me to an innocent little tennis match, and one of her roommates decides to join in. The first story I ever wrote.

I thought I had the match won. Up 5-4 in the final and deciding set, 40-15 in this game, plus I had two match points. I boomed out a great serve, the ball nailing the line and taking a huge hop out past the doubles alley. But the return was made, hard and fast, catching me off guard. The bright yellow-green ball ripped up the line, faster than I could react and I lost that point.

No problem, I was still up 40-30. I still had another match point. I slammed my first serve right up the middle of the court, throwing my opponent completely off balance. Only a weak little pop-up return was managed, a floater that would fall well-short of the baseline. Determined to finish off this match, I crept up and rifled a beautiful approach shot back into the corner of the court, my momentum carrying me forwards to the net. The ball should have been out of reach, but my opponent scrambled to track it down and flailing at the ball, kicked up a weak lob.

I grinned. Piece of cake. Now I knew I had this match won. I took careful aim and as the ball came down I stepped up and smashed it, putting all of my strength into my stroke and slamming home my victory with a bang.


Oh, crap. In my eagerness, I overhit the ball and sent the ball well behind the baseline. Deuce. My match points were squandered, but I could still close out this game and win the match handily. I've still got the match won.

I wish. It was all downhill from there. I wound up losing the game, and then the match. Dammit. When everything was finally over, I trudged up to the net for the ceremonial handshake.

"Great game!"

"Yeah, sure." Sigh. I'd lost to a girl. What were the guys going to think of me now? "You played well, Michelle."

"Aw, you're just angry you lost to a girl." Seeing Michelle's radiant smile was almost enough to erase the shame of defeat. Almost. Michelle had one of those picture perfect Asian faces. Inverted teardrop-shaped face, big almond shaped eyes. She was definitely what you'd call "very cute." Whenever she smiled, she lit up the whole room. The rest of her wasn't too hard on the eyes either. She had on a white visor that all the tennis girls loved, her jet black hair pulled back into a ponytail. Right now she wore the tiniest and tightest white short- sleeve blouse that hugged her upper-body assets tightly. Packed into her sports bra, her high-B-cup tits seemed just a little too large for her petite frame. Other than those, her whole body was trim, athletic, and well-toned, betraying no body fat whatsoever. I especially loved the short, black, pleated tennis skirt she wore, which afforded me a wonderful view of her toned legs. It was no wonder she was considered one of the hottest girls on campus.

We exchanged idle chit-chat before deciding to get off the court and go home. After all, we had class tomorrow. "See you later!" she said perkily. With a wave, she about faced and bounced off the court.

Some hormonal part of my body didn't want her to go, but I loved to watch her leave. So loitering on the court for a minute I watched her skirt bounce away, then plodded off to grab my bag and head to my car.

Psychology was boring. A good part of the hour and a half was an utter waste of time. The only interesting thing that happened in class was a particular section we covered on the hormonal differences between males and females. According to the text, men were genetically driven to "spread their genes" and procreate with as many females as possible, to promote the survival of their characteristics. Females on the other hand, seek to find the male most capable of providing for and protecting their offspring, even if that male already has a mate.

Well, that wasn't the only interesting thing that happened in class. Michelle was in the same Psychology course, and had been for the entire quarter. Normally she sat up front with the rest of the overachieving females of her crowd. They weren't nerds, they were just smart and hard-working. Makes you sick sometimes doesn't it. Balancing boyfriends (most were pretty good-looking and well- dressed), other social aspects, sleep, hobbies, and maintaining their high GPAs at the same time, these were the people you'd expect to succeed in life. And to top it off, Michelle and her roommates never settled on the cardboard boxes for TV stands and coffee tables, or stooped so low as to cook up ramen and soda. They found time to cook full meals with rice, meat, and vegetables, and even built some of their furniture with materials from The Home Depot.

Anyways, normally Michelle sat with her roommates, but today she came into class just a few seconds before the professor arrived, and slid into the chair next to me. She wore her hair pulled back into her standard no-nonsense ponytail. Perched on a dainty nose, her ultrathin glasses glinted reflections of the powerpoint presentation on the projector screen. She mumbled a quick "Hi" to me before digging into her bag to get her notebook out.

Perhaps that was the reason I didn't find the lecture interesting today. I'm not a Psych major (she is), and I never found the stuff interesting in the first place, but today seemed especially boring. Plus, the fact that I kept checking Michelle out the whole class probably didn't help. She had on these really tight ivory capris, and an equally tight pastel blue 3/4 top. I could make out the faint outlines of a somewhat lacy bra underneath. She wasn't wearing socks, and had these cute somewhat platformed canvas shoes on. In the middle of a particularly boring speech, her head swiveled towards me in the midst of my none-too-subtle observations of her body.

Reflexively, I jerked back to stare furiously at my notes. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the corners of her lips turn up in an impish smile. "Very good notes."

I looked down at the blank pages before me. I'd spent the last half-hour checking her out and not listening to a damn word the professor was saying. She didn't say anything more, and I made it a point not to stare at her any more for the rest of the class.

The lecture finally ended, and after collecting my binder into my bag, I stood up. Michelle had apparently beaten me to it, and my head bumped into her as I got up. I apologized profusely, but she laughed it off.

"Oh, it's alright."

"Sorry, I wasn't looking."

"You were before, why'd you stop?"

"Oh, don't play games with me, Michelle. You beat me in a tennis match. That doesn't give you the right to tease me for the next week."

"You're right. I could tease you whenever I wanted even if I hadn't beaten you."

"Yeah, yeah. Well, that was luck yesterday."

"Care to prove it?"

"A rematch? You're on."

"Tomorrow is Saturday. One o'clock."

"I'll be there."

"Trust me, you won't regret it." She flashed another radiant smile at me and strolled away towards her apartment. I could only stare in awe at the perfect ass bouncing away from me.

She thought she had the match won. Michelle was up 5-4 in the final set, and I was losing the last game 15-40, and she thought she had it won. But I was not about to lose to a girl again. C'mon, I'm a Varsity player. Granted, she was too, but the women's tennis players could never keep up with the guys. And I had the advantage of serving this game. My first serve drilled up the middle of the court, forcing her to flail out a poor backhand that sailed long. 30-40. She still thought she had the match won. I was losing steam rapidly, my energy drained, and this was her second match point. She couldn't screw up two in a row.

First serve.



I was back in the game. Just as I was about to serve again, she noticed that her shoelace had come undone. "Time!" she called out.

I settled down, bounced the ball a few times while Michelle hunched over to tie her shoelace in the middle of the court. It was at that point that I noticed that two extra buttons of her white blouse had come undone, and the neckline of her shirt was hanging down as she tied her shoes. I was on the other side of the net and couldn't really see anything, but I could swear there was a definite hint of cleavage within sight. Calmly, Michelle stood back up and set into her stance, ready to receive. "Okay! I'm ready!"

Back to serving. Back to serving.

Double-fault. Crap.

Advantage-Michelle. She probably thought she had the match won. My second serve had flown well past the service line, bounced off the fence and came to a stop behind her. She turned around to grab it. But rather than scooping up the ball with her racket or trapping it against her foot, she bent at the waist as if touching her toes to grab the ball in her hand. Her tennis skirt had ridden up with her hips, and I had a perfect view of the tightest ass I'd ever seen. Encased in tiny white panties that did a poor job of covering her butt-cheeks, my lower jaw dropped as my brain realized what I was seeing. When she stood up and returned the ball back to me, I tried valiantly to shake the thought out from my brain.

Regaining my composure, and putting the unclean thoughts from my head, I managed to score a point when her forehand approach shot clipped the tape and dropped back on her side of the net. Back to deuce.

She wiped some sweat off her forehead, and trotted up to the ball. Again she crouched down to pick up the ball with her hand. The point had carried me well into the court, nearby the net, and she had to come up to the net as well to reach the ball. She still hadn't fastened those buttons, and when she crouched down to get the ball, the neckline hung loose and I was treated this time to a much closer peek beneath that blouse. This time I could easily identify a white bra encasing two very firm, very fabulous orbs. A part of my mind wondered, why isn't she wearing a sports bra like usual? But I quickly pushed that thought aside as I focused my efforts on memorizing the curves her body displayed for me.

All to soon, she picked up the ball and tossed it to me. Her gaze caught my eye, and she flashed a "I know what you're looking at" smile at me, with a twinkle in her eye.

Now I had to serve again. But my mind was elsewhere. A few dozen feet in front of me to be precise. All I could see were the curves of Michelle's body.

She thought she had the match won.

She was right. After I netted a weak backhand, the match was over. Crap. I'd lost to a girl again.

We had the traditional handshake, and she was very nice about kicking my ass again. "Nearly had me." "Really stuck it to me in the second set." "I'm sure you'll bounce back up again soon." I wasn't really paying attention. Her white blouse was soaked with sweat and was clinging to her body. She also apparently had on a very thin bra, because the whole time she was talking to me I was staring at her hard nipples poking through.

We gathered our things, though Michelle packed up before I did, then bounced over to my bench.

"I realize this isn't the best thing to ask right after the match, but my friend dropped me off today, I didn't drive. So... I was wondering if you might be able to give me a ride back to my apartment?"

Hmm, should I pass up the opportunity to spend even more time with a gorgeous woman whose shirt is fairly transparent at the moment? Well, it might impair my driving, but... "Sure, no problem. Maybe I can interrogate you to find out how you keep beating me."

"Oh, I'm sure you can pump the information out of me."

Smiling at her flirting, we headed for my car. I'd been to her place a few times, my group of guys hung out with her group of girls on a fairly regular basis. When we arrived, she invited me up, saying it would be rude to come by and not say hi to her roommates.

When we got inside, I found that Candice had gone home for the weekend, and there was a note from Anne saying that she went out with her boyfriend for the day. There was no sign of Nicole, the fourth roommate. The apartment was apparently empty.

"Sigh, another lonely Saturday." Michelle pouted, her puffy lips forming a small frown. She looked so cute whenever she did that.

"Don't say that. There are others to hang with," I offered.

"You have anyone in mind?"

"Well, not really. I mean, you've got lots of friends."

"Yeah, but it's a Saturday night. And me with no date."

"Well, if you feel that way, I'll just have to come back here and take you out tonight."

"Really?" That radiant smile came back to her face. "Aw, that would be great!"

I smiled back. Essaying a dramatic bow, "It would be my pleasure, madam. I'll come get you at 7?"

"Nah. Just shower, change, and get back here right after. We can just hang for the afternoon, too."

"As the lady wishes." I gave her a hug goodbye, and she went into her room, closing the door. This could be good. I turned around, and began the short walk to the front door when I heard a door open behind me.

I slowly turned around, expecting to see Michelle coming back out of her room. "Did you forget something?"

"Only to check the hallway."

I froze for a moment, not quite turned around yet. The voice had been sweet and female, but not Michelle's. Then I finished my turn, and got a good look at who had spoken.

It was Michelle's roommate Nicole, standing in the doorway that led to the bathroom and shower beyond. Steam was billowing out the opening up to the ceiling. But it wasn't the steam that caught my attention. Nicole had apparently just finished a shower, and had her long hair tucked underneath that towel turban girls make on top of their heads when drying their hair. But apart from that, she was completely naked. She had ducked partially back behind the door, holding onto the towel with one hand, and covering her one exposed breast with the other. Around the palm of her hand, I could definitely make out the firm shape of a wonderfully large globe sticking out of her chest.

I stopped breathing for a moment, then quickly tried to regain my composure. "Sorry, Nicole. I didn't know you were in there. I was just leaving."

She regarded me coolly, then took a long look downwards to where my cock had jumped upright and was prominently making a dent in my tennis shorts. Her gaze returning up to my face, she stated "Oh, that's alright. This was just an accident between two grown adults. So I guess if you're going to have to deal with the awkwardness, you might as well get your money's worth." And with that, she stepped out from the door and calmly walked to her room, wearing nothing but a big smile the whole way.

I could feel my heart thudding in my chest. While Michelle was the 'cute' one, Nicole was the sensuously gorgeous one. She was a bit taller than Michelle, her hips pleasantly curved and her chest obviously quite full. And since I currently saw her without bra support, I could tell that those C-cups were wonderfully round and perky, her nipples standing at attention in the cool air. Her smile was dazzling, and not a little bit predatory. And right now I got to see a whole lot more of her than I expected. As a fellow tennis player, she was trim and in shape. Her skin still carried the afterglow of a warm shower, although it seemed that wasn't the only reason her skin was flushed. She seemed more than a little aroused by the situation, her pussy lips spread open to reveal her pink insides, and I was pleasantly surprised to discover she had shaved her pussy completely bare.

And then she moved into her room, and closed the door, removing her amazing body from my sight. I stood still for a few minutes, not believing what just happened. And then I remembered my "date" with Michelle. Pushing Nicole out of my mind, I rushed back home.

After a quick shower, I got redressed for a proper college Saturday night date. Despite Nicole's little nude parade, I found all of my thoughts centered around Michelle. She was the perky, happy, and outgoing type I had always been attracted to. She was flirty and witty as a conversationalist, and more than pleasant to look at. While getting dressed, I found that I was actually nervous. It had been a long time since I had been nervous before a date. But with Michelle, I really wanted things to work out. I hoped so desperately that we could turn this into a real dating relationship. I stopped by a flower shop on the way back to her apartment to pick up some roses, double-checked my appearance in the rear-view mirror, then strutted up to the apartment.

It took awhile after I rang the bell before the door actually opened. Nicole popped the door open, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw her. The image of her naked body walking past me flashed into my head for a moment. She gave me a funny look, as if knowing exactly what was going through my head. She was dressed all in white, with a small white women's polo shirt that emphasized the curve of her breasts, and a loose white skirt that did not quite reach her knees. Her long, blonde-streaked black hair hung loosely behind her, with a white headband holding her hair back in a cascading waterfall behind her. "Hey you. Nice roses. I'm sure Michelle will love them. Come on in."

I followed Nicole into the living room, where she offered me a soda. Apparently I'd gotten ready a little too quickly and Michelle hadn't finished her shower just yet. After a few minutes of chatting, Nicole excused herself, saying that she had to get back to her homework. That puzzled me for a moment. What was a gorgeous woman like Nicole, who could have any guy she wanted, spending her Saturday evening doing homework?

I was only waiting a few minutes before Michelle came out, clothed only in a wet towel and a big smile. The pink terrycloth barely covered her breasts and extended a scant inch below her lower regions. Damn she looked sexy. Her long black hair was still very wet and hung straight back. She told me to make myself comfortable while she hopped back into the shower to finish up. Before she headed back though, she let a hand dance lightly over the not-so-subtle bulge in my khakis. With one of her trademark impish grins, she turned about and hopped back towards the bathroom.

From my spot on the couch I watched her go, then she let the towel drop to the floor, baring her exquisitely nude body to my gaze for a fraction of a second before disappearing into the bathroom. I heard the water come back on, but mysteriously, did not hear the door close.

This was going to be a more interesting Saturday night than I'd expected. The barrage of beautiful female flesh that had assaulted me since Nicole came out of the shower earlier had hammered away at my hormonal control. By now I was really turned on. Summoning up my courage, I followed the path to the open bathroom. The shower was hidden behind the door itself, and I gathered up my wits and tried to calm my breathing before attempting to actually enter the room. I was torn between just closing the door and waiting for her to come out, or following my hormones and moving into the foggy room. I had been perfectly quiet, and there was no way, given the noise of the shower, that she could tell I was anywhere near her bathroom. Finally, I decided to move on in. Taking a few tentative steps forward, I heard a melodious voice on the other side of the shower curtain stating, "Three... two... one..."

She knew I was coming. And exactly when. Psych major indeed.

And with that, the curtain slid aside and there was the goddess of my dreams, completely in the buff, standing in the spray of the shower. Her piercing gaze locked onto mine, a single eyebrow lifted quizzically at me.

I drank in the sight of her supple curves, creamy skin without suntan marks. I watched as her hands caressed her own body, feeling the firmness of her own round breasts, rubbing the very erect nipples. The hair about her nether lips was trimmed down to a carefully manicured little rug, and I watched, disbelieving as her hands caressed the folds of her own pussy. She slipped a finger inside and proceeded to raise the finger to her mouth, inhaling the scent and sliding the wet finger into her mouth.

Her finger came out of her mouth with a pop and she looked at me with an expectant expression. "So, aren't you going to join me?"

It took awhile for my mind to respond right away. Here was Michelle, a gorgeous, beautifully formed woman, naked in the shower before my very eyes. I stood there watching her suck her own juices off her finger, the water cascading off of her erect nipples.

My clothes disappeared in a second, and I found myself walking forward, led by a very hard appendage. She reached her hands out and pulled my head to her, mashing her lips to mine and plunging her tongue down my throat. She grabbed at my hands and directed them to rub over her body, then snaked her right hand down to take ahold of my very erect soldier. My mind started to catch up with what I was doing, and I jumped into the tub with her, pinning her body back against the wall, my tongue darting into her mouth, my hands trapping hers against the wall.

She gave a little shriek when her back pressed into the cold surface of the wall, then she flowed back into the kiss. I lifted both of her hands above her head, where I trapped them both at the wrists with my left hand. My right hand descended down her face, rubbing at her neck. My fingers trailed down to her full breast, squeezing and rubbing at the nipple there. It continued its trek south, and when my middle finger found her clit, she moaned into my mouth, her whole body giving a shudder as she folded over my hand.

As my finger trailed up and down her slit, her lips latched onto my ear, nibbling and licking at me with abandon. "Oh, I've wanted you for so long," she whispered. I leaned down to suck the water off of her breasts, and took two fingers and plunged them suddenly inside her wet folds. She shook once violently when they entered her, moaning my name as my hands set into an easy rhythm, out and back into her, my fingers trailing over her hard nub with each stroke. Her lips captured mine, our faces mashing into each other wildly. Suddenly, she froze, her lips hanging slack open, her body rigid. My hand continued its assault of her pussy and I was rewarded with a purr coming from her open mouth as her hips began to vibrate. The shaking increased and spread out from the center of her body, as her moans increased in volume, turning into a short staccato, until she finally came hard, her shriek of ecstasy piercing the air as she coated my hand with her love juices.

A few moments after Michelle's orgasmic shriek finally subsided, I heard the whoosh of metal as the shower curtain was pulled aside. In all of her naked glory, Nicole stepped inside, interposing herself between Michelle and I, facing back towards a panting Michelle. I had thought my dick could get no harder, but with a second fabulously attractive woman joining us, it became harder than steel. Regally, she stood straight in the shower spray, and turned her head around to glance at me. "I figured that I needed another shower."

With that, she knelt down to the floor, and holding her roommate steady against the far shower wall, lowered her face into Michelle's still spasming cunt. Michelle responded only by placing her hands on Nicole's head, pressing her friend deeper into her cunt while whimpering with pleasure.

Now this was quite unexpected. I could only watch in fascination as Nicole continued to pleasure her friend, reaching her hands up to play with Michelle's heaving tits. Never in my wildest dreams (well, maybe one or two) had I imagined two such perfect specimens of female beauty pleasuring each other in a shower not two feet away from me. My brain was still working overtime in a vain attempt to comprehend what was going on. I realized that I should start breathing before I suffocated myself from shock.

What came next was even more unexpected. As soon as Nicole brought Michelle to another shrieking orgasm, she turned about and planted a huge, wet kiss on my mouth. I wondered dimly if Michelle was going to object, but I wasn't complaining. Nicole was an expert kisser, her tongue darting in and out and knowing just how to probe me for maximum pleasure. Her tongue had proved its skill earlier by working wonders on Michelle's pussy. After this pleasant makeout session, she dropped to her knees and put her tongue to excellent use as she worshiped my cock.

It had been a long time since I'd had sex. Up until Michelle there just hadn't been any women who had interested me enough. But right now I could feel months of pent-up sexual energy about to explode out of my body. I looked down to see Nicole's pretty face, her full lips stretched wide around my shaft. Nicole's tongue was dancing like an imp around the most sensitive parts of my body. Her fingers on one hand were wrapped around my shaft pumping me firmly while her other hand cupped and caressed my balls. Balls that were just now tightening as they prepared to squeeze out my load.

Finally the dam burst, and my organic cannon was firing its first wad into the back of Nicole's throat. She swallowed quickly and then pulled off of me, letting the rest of my shots splatter against her face and chest. When my dick finally deflated, I leaned sideways against the wall, trying to catch my breath. Nicole was as winded as I, her mouth sexily hanging open as she kneeled on the floor of the bathtub, panting and trying to catch her breath. When I moved out of the way, the shower spray cascaded down to her, rinsing my cum off of her glowing body.

I found my brain trying to reassert itself now that I had gotten my rocks off. The girl I had come here for was Michelle, not her gorgeous roommate who had just given me the most amazing blowjob. I was determined to please her tonight. By now, it appeared that Michelle had recovered from her two recent orgasms, so I took ahold of a nearby towel, and tossed it flat out onto the carpet in the hallway. Then I gathered Michelle into my arms, who was barely holding herself up by hanging from the shower curtain bar. I lifted her against my chest, my face buried in her ample cleavage as she wrapped her arms about my neck. I carried her out of the bathroom, our dripping bodies making little wet splotches on the floor. I gently laid her down on the towel, my face moving to intercept her lips, my engorged rod finding itself directly on top of her glistening mound.

My hips bucked against her, the underside of my reviving rod rubbing ever so slightly against her nub. She wrapped her arms about my neck, and spread her legs wide. "Please, put it in me."

I looked down at her. Her beautiful eyes shining back at me, heavy lidded with lust. Her gleaming hair splayed out in all directions. Her pursed lips, as if begging me to fuck her. Her heaving bosom, ever the epitome of an erotic sight.

I drew my rod back once more across the top of her mound, then ever so carefully, positioned myself at the entrance. Lowering my head down to her lips, I smoothly glided into her as my tongue dipped into her mouth. Her moan got lost in our kiss as I kept sliding in until I was buried to the hilt. The slowly, I drew back out.

Then back in.

Then back out.

Michelle's pussy was so tight. I would later find out she hadn't had sex with a guy since she broke up with her last boyfriend a year and a half ago. Her hips were rocking back against me, her feet flat against the ground with her knees in the air as she used the leverage to buck herself back against me with every stroke. My left hand caressed her ass, her side, and her back, finally reaching up to cup a breast in my palm. I rubbed her swollen nipple with the palm of my hand as my tempo began to increase. The now familiar moaning became increasingly staccato as I increased my pace as well.

But Nicole was not about to be left out of the action. After toweling off somewhat, she joined us in the hallway, lowering herself to her knees and straddling Michelle's face. "Time to return the favor, sweetie." Michelle quickly went to work on her friend, causing a rush of sexual expletives to come out of Nicole's dirty mouth.

I merely lifted Michelle's hips into my hands, palming her tight ass as I continued to thrust into her gaping pussy. Nicole was bent forwards as Michelle tongued her, affording me a wonderful view of her ass, and as I gazed upon it I could feel the heat in me rising even further. No matter what my intentions were when I came here tonight, I was going to have to get a piece of Nicole before this evening was through.

My own pleasure was intense, radiating out from my midsection across my whole body. Michelle's legs were wrapped around my back, pulling me into her with every frantic thrust. Faster and faster and faster we moved with each other, my cock pistoning in her love tunnel like a well-oiled machine.

All at once Michelle's body began to vibrate, her rocking with me becoming less rhythmic and more urgent twitching. Her back arched off the ground and remained still at the peak of her arch as she screamed out her pleasure for everyone to hear, her spasming pussy gushing at me with her orgasm.

All of her vibrations had an exquisite effect on my rod, crescendoing my pleasure until I groaned my release just as Michelle reached her orgasm. I spurted buckets deep into her body as her own wave came crashing down, creating a tidal wave of pleasure at the joining of our bodies. Michelle moaned out again as her pussy climaxed again, sending her to new heights of ecstasy.

Worn for the moment, I disengaged and sat down heavily against a nearby wall, catching my breath. Nicole grinned at me, a predatory smile as she turned herself around, planting her steaming cunt back down on Michelle's face and lowering her own mouth to Michelle's still spasming pussy in a hot 69. Michelle only moaned out even louder as Nicole's expert tongue sent her into orbit, a very appealing sound when mixed with the slurping noise of Nicole sucking my cum out of Michelle's box.

Between the sexy moans, the vision of these two babes pleasuring each other, and Nicole's ass poking out at me, I was revived in record time. My balls had been storing up for months, and I knew I had another round left in me. And so I settled myself in behind Nicole, grasping her hips and nudging my new erection between her legs. Michelle switched for a moment, releasing Nicole's juicing cunt and turning her lips to my waving baton in front of her face. After giving it another solid lick, tasting her own cream that still coated my rod, she tugged me forwards and guided me into Nicole's sopping wet pussy.

I heard the groan of pleasure emanating from Nicole's side of our love triangle, and once the head popped in I drove my hips forward, my pelvis slamming into her ass and my rod impaling her in one thrust. Nicole was screaming now from the dual attack of my dick in her box and Michelle's lips on her clit. Looking down at the most perfect ass I had ever seen being spread wide by my shaft, a new idea formed in my head. I thrust only a few more times before I pulled back out, only to press forwards at a different hole.

Nicole tensed up for a moment when the wet tip of my cock pressed against her rosebud asshole, but then she moaned in anticipation as I felt her hip muscles relax. With a firm grip on Nicole's hips, I worked my way forwards, my cock sinking into her inch by inch. Looking down, I saw Michelle's face only an inch below our joining, her eyes wide in amazement. "Oh, shit. She's taking it!" Michelle was gasping.

At last I bottomed out, but from the intense pressure and pleasure in Nicole's ass I knew I wouldn't last very long. Already I could feel the pelvic twitchings that signaled the end of my control. But Nicole came first, my assault on her ass and Michelle's talented tongue sending her screaming into orgasm. Michelle's moans joined her as she climaxed as well, and then my own growls of release as my cannon let loose, blasting off inside of Nicole's bowels and plugging her ass full of my sticky juice.

When we came down from our respective highs, I collapsed on top of Nicole's back, then rolled off to the side. Nicole herself rolled off the other way, so we had a panting Michelle sandwiched between us. I reached out and gently stroked Michelle's small body while we caught our breaths. As my hand caressed her still spasming cunt, she sat up and then leaned over to give me a very passionate kiss. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nicole to the side, a satisfied look mixed with a hint of jealousy on her face. When Michelle and I finally released each other, she looked me in the eyes, and with that radiant smile I love so much, said, "So where are we going on our date tonight?"

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