I don't know exactly where to begin this story and so I'm just going to jump in.
It was a Saturday. Paul and I had been in a softball tournament that had us playing three games. (We lost in the Championship game 4 – 2.) During the course of the games I got hammered pretty good; first in a play at the plate in which I collided with a brawny catcher. The collision was bad enough, but he found my face with his catcher's mitt and the ball and jarred some teeth loose with the tag. P.S. I was out by at least two feet. Then in the third and last game, I was covering second on what should have been a double play only to be taken out on a slide by a guy who must have been 6' 6" and 240 or 250 pounds. Paul tells me I landed near third base, but he tends to exaggerate some.
For the record, Paul and I are roommates, and while I wanted nothing more than a long, hot shower, he was raring to get out and hunt up some pussy. His words, not mine. We compromised. He took a quick three minute shower, leaving me plenty of hot water, and I stumbled into the shower and allowed the hot water to reinvigorate me to a level from which I was able to dress and join him at a nearby restaurant where we ate and killed some time, until at ten minutes to eleven, we entered The Blue Angel, a lounge known for attracting good-looking women.
Also for the record, Paul is a fairly good cocksman. I, on the other hand might fall into the average category. That means for every ten times I go out looking, I come up empty seven times. On two occasions might I hit it off with a winsome lass, but something usually goes wrong. It varies, but I go home alone, leaving one time when I actually get to kiss the girl goodnight or possibly more. But even then I hardly ever score.
Less than five minutes later, Paul had moved in on two lookers. The one named Marcie was about five six and her girlfriend, Eve an inch taller. They had flat stomachs, slender legs, but Eve was heavier up front, possibly a 34C, while Marcie ran to a much smaller, 32B. Both girls were hot, with shoulder length brown hair.
I say they were hot mainly because Eve had these knee high black, leather boots with what had to have been at least 4-5" heels. Her shirt was a tightly meshed silk so you could plainly see that she was wearing nothing underneath but a black bra. There was no doubt to anyone that she had an incredible rack under that shirt. Marcie, although much smaller than her partner in the breast department, made up for it by wearing a white, skintight Tee without benefit of a bra. The air-conditioning in the lounge kept her nipples straining against the thin material of the T-shirt. I cannot understand how she ever got her tush and the rest of her lower body into the jeans she wore. A giant shoehorn comes to mind, but of course that didn't do it.
We bought them a couple drinks and then Paul went to work. Before the first round was finished he had Marcie telling him things about herself that I had never thought I'd hear a woman utter, at least outside the confines of her bedroom.
It went something like this:
Paul: Have you had many sexual partners?
Paul: When do you know, I mean, do you meet a guy an eventually decide you'll have sex with him?
Marcie: No, it kinda just happens.
Paul: It just happens?
Marcie: Yeah, you know, I go out to a party or a bar, drink a bit, meet someone. Kissing leads to the next thing. I mean, it's hard to say no if the guy's nice and has treated me well. And if he's a good kisser, well ... it's really hard to say no.
Paul: Can you give me an example?
Marcie: Sure, last Friday, after a few drinks I met this cute guy. We must have danced continuously for maybe an hour. I had to pee; otherwise we would have continued dancing. I came out of the ladies and he was waiting for me and led me upstairs. We were alone there and he kissed me a couple times. Mmmm, I remember he was a good kisser. He had me back against the wall so people below us couldn't see and I was sooo turned on I let him get inside my blouse and play with my boob. I like that, it really turns me on. Anyway, one thing led to another and before you know we were fucking like rabbits.
Eve: Marcie, maybe you'd better not..."
Marcie: Oh be quiet, Eve. The man asked me a question. I gotta answer, don't I?
Paul: So do you use protection?
Marcie: Well, you know I don't plan on getting laid. It just sorta happens. Sometimes I'm protected. Sometimes he's got a condom or two. Sometimes we go bareback. I mean, when I'm horny anything goes.
Paul: Ever have more than one guy?
Marcie: A couple weeks ago ... you weren't there Eve. Anyway, I got wasted and wound up with a bunch of guys.
Paul; How many?
Marcie: Probably ten or twelve, I'm not sure. Some had at me a couple, three times.
Paul: What do you remember?
Marcie: I vaguely remember they formed a circle around me. At first I delighted in seeing so many boners poking at me. I recall being on a couch with one guy in my mouth and another fucking me. It went on and on forever. I was covered with their cum. They were decent enough to help me into the shower so I could clean up and somebody took me home.
When I woke up the next day I was so sore I couldn't walk. My asshole burned for a couple days and my poor pussy ... it was actually bruised and swollen to twice its normal size. So were my tits. I woke up with panties that had the word SLUT written across the crotch in lipstick. Do you remember that, Eve?
Eve; It was something I'd rather not think about and neither should you, Marcie.
Paul: Sounds like a really bad experience.
Marcie: It was.
Paul: But here you are, looking for more action.
Marcie: [Grinning] Yeah, here I am. Want to take a crack at me, handsome?
Paul: I have some tequila at my place.
Marcie: What are we wasting time here for? Let's party!
Eve: Marcie ... you promised!
Marcie: Don't blame me, Eve. Paul here has a nice guy for you too.
Paul: Come on Eve, Greg's alright. I promise he won't bite.
Marcie: [Giggling inanely] Biting's good. He's not a vampire is he?
Paul: No and neither am I. Does that disappoint you?
Marcie: Yes! I adore vampires. But you're cute too.
Paul: That's good. Let's blow this place.
Marcie: Well, maybe one or two guys, but not all of them. [laughs uproariously at her idea of joke]
Eve: Marcie, behave yourself or I'm going home.
Marcie: Okay, okay. Where's your place, sweetie?
Paul: Two short blocks away.
Marcie: I can't leave my car here.
Paul: Let's all pile in. I'll sit up front with you.
Marcie: [Kissing him and adding some tongue] Oh, you! You say the nicest things!
You may have noticed that I didn't have much to say during this ritualistic pickup. For that matter, neither did Eve, who after a brief discussion, drove the car with Paul and Marcie in the back and me beside Eve up front, the whole way to our apartment, he was running his hands up and down Marcie's jean clad thighs while she stared out the window and pretended not to notice. Anyway, Eve pulled up to our apartment; I jumped out of the car, opened the back door for Marcie and Paul and caught a glimpse of Marcie yanking on Paul's boner.
"Oh it's a nice big one!" she chirped loud enough for the neighbors across the street to hear.
"Yeah," he said in reply, as she made to get out of the car only to be pulled back as he ran a hand under her T-shirt and began rubbing her nipples.
"What the hell!" Eve exclaimed, having left the car and come around to the sidewalk to stand next to me. She lost her balance and stumbled into me, giving me an opportunity to feel her generously sized breasts as I helped stabilize her.
I joined her in looking into the backseat where Paul had worked the T up to her chin, exposing her pert tits.
"OH, YOU!" Marcie shrieked, and then doubled up laughing. "Can't you wait?"
Paul pinched each nipple then tugged the tight shirt down to its approximate original position. Moments later we were in the vestibule of our apartment building with me fishing in my pocket for the key when Marcie pulled the shirt over her head, turned to me and said, "You like 'em?"
"Um, yeah," I mumbled as the door opened. That got me an elbow in the ribs from Eve, who hissed, "Tell her to pull the shirt down."
"Um, why don't you hold the exhibition until we're in the apartment, Marcie?"
"Oh, sure, if you say so," and with one of those unforgettable feminine moves, she gracefully tugged the shirt back into position and began the climb up two flights of stairs to our apartment with Paul, Eve and myself behind her.
They fell into the living room and Paul was on top of her before the door was closed.
Eve protested, "Stop it! Marcie, stop it now!"
But Marcie ignored her, as Paul's hands were all over, touching her everywhere. I couldn't help staring at her tits, and my erection peaked.
They were rolling on the floor together, Marcie using one hand to rid herself of the panties that blocked Paul's way to her love tunnel; and Paul somehow freed his dick from its confinement and with Marcie's leg wrapped around his waist he entered her with a loud groan of pleasure.
You just had to admire them. They certainly knew what they wanted. Marcie now had both legs wrapped around his waist; Eve had covered her eyes in shame at her friend's actions and Paul, as might be expected, strove mightily to satisfy his latest conquest while kissing and nibbling on her neck.
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