Chapter 24

The next day, Dad prepared to leave for another set of trips. After breakfast, he and Mom went up to the cabin to pack. I suspected they were doing more than just packing Dad’s suitcase, so I left them alone. I had learned a thing or two in the past few weeks about people who wanted to be alone.

Erin and I were hanging out with Kendall and Drew when Mom found us around midmorning. We took our leave, and the three of us headed up the hill to our cabin. Mom looked suspiciously happy, and gave me a wink when I arched my eyebrows at her. Erin was oblivious to the whole exchange as Mom and I shared a grin.

When we got to the cabin, Dad was just buttoning his uniform shirt. I picked up his heavy Jepps case and Erin grabbed his suitcase. We lugged the cases around back, to the car, and put them on the back seat. When Mom and Dad rounded the corner, Erin gave him a hug and I held out my hand.

“Take care of your mom and sister, Paul,” Dad said, shaking my hand as he hugged Erin.

“I will, Dad.”

“I know you will, kiddo. Now, you all run along. Have fun and behave. I’ll be home next Wednesday.”

“Bye, Dad,” Erin and I chorused.

Erin and I then walked down the hill, chatting amicably. I was slowly realizing that when Erin wasn’t picking on me, and I wasn’t picking on her, she wasn’t all that bad to be around. She was goofy when she was around Drew, but I began to appreciate that she didn’t bother me as much as she used to. I hated to think that I was actually starting to like Erin, but no other explanation fit. I supposed I’d get used to it.

I still had residual feelings of guilt for what I felt was a betrayal of Gina. I was looking forward to seeing Stacy, and I very much enjoyed my time with Susan, but I suspected that it would simply take some time before I felt comfortable with the notion that I could have sex with either of them without feeling guilty about it afterward.

I think the one thing that helped me immensely was the simple fact that I knew I did love Gina, that I was in love with her, and that nothing would ever change that. I loved Susan as well, and I cared deeply for Stacy, but it wasn’t the same as what I felt for Gina. With Gina, it simply wasn’t something that I had to think about, I just knew.

So it was with only a little anxiety that I looked forward to seeing Stacy when she arrived. On the morning in question, the Friday after my father left, Susan greeted us as we were finishing breakfast.

“Hi Beth, Paul, Erin,” she said cheerfully.

We all greeted her with some variation of “good morning” and she pulled out a chair to join us.

Erin was fidgeting—she probably wanted to go see what Drew Payton was up to—so Mom began stacking our breakfast plates.

“Erin,” she said, handing the stack to my sister, “take these up and put them in the sink. Then you can head out.”

Erin took the plates and nodded eagerly. She even smiled at me as she headed for the kitchen area.

Susan and Mom shared a knowing grin as they watched her.

“I just got off the phone with Stacy,” Susan said, returning her attention to the table. “She said she’s picking up her car and then heading this way. I gave her directions and told her we’d meet her at the gate at eleven o’clock.”

“We?” I asked.

The two of them shared another knowing look and then they both smiled at me.

“I thought you might like to meet her at the gate with me,” Susan said, feigning innocence.

Laughter twinkled in both their eyes as I blushed.

“You would, wouldn’t you?” Susan asked.

I nodded shyly and felt my face heat further.

“Good. Why don’t you meet me at the house at ten forty-five.”

I nodded again and looked up. They were both grinning mischievously and I couldn’t take it any more.

“Um ... May I be excused?”

Mom nodded, her eyes still laughing gently, and I bolted.

I went back to the cabin to fetch my watch and picked up the book that Kendall had lent me. I had discovered that I actually liked it. It was a far cry from the Heinlein and Niven that I usually read, but almost as enjoyable.

After the cabin, I headed down to the lake, hoping to find Kendall. She was in one of the lounge chairs by the lake, reading, as usual. I flopped down next to her and she smiled at me. She noticed the book I carried and arched her eyebrows.

“You like it?” she asked.

I nodded enthusiastically.

“Good.”

With that, she returned to her book as I opened my own.

I checked my watch periodically throughout the morning, and Kendall noticed.

“You have a bus to catch?” she asked with a sidelong glance.

“No,” I said, chuckling.

“What then? You’ve secretly sentenced yourself to two hours of ‘community service’ so you have to spend time with me? You can’t wait to get away?”

I shook my head again, still chuckling.

“Then why do you keep looking at your watch?”

“I’ve got to meet Susan. A friend from town is coming to camp, and we’re going to meet them at the gate.”

“Them? Or her?”

I blushed furiously. “Her,” I said sheepishly. I was rapidly discovering that trying to hide anything from Kendall had poor odds of succeeding.

“Ahhhh. A friend from town, eh? A female friend from town. Hmmmm,” she said speculatively.

“It’s not like that,” I lied.

Kendall gave me a long, searching stare and finally arched an eyebrow at me.

I blushed deeper.

“Uh-huh. Just as I thought,” she said archly.

I looked at her with growing fear as she stared at me disapprovingly. Then she burst into a grin and I nervously grinned as well.

“I’m just teasing you, Paul,” she said affectionately. “Is she our age?” she asked, changing the subject, much to my relief.

I shook my head. “She’s twenty, about to be twenty-one.”

“Ahhhh, so you like older women?”

I blushed again and she smiled at my reaction.

“So,” she said lightly, “tell me about this mysterious older woman.”

I looked at her and realized she was serious. She was still taking an inordinate amount of delight at making me squirm, but I could tell she was genuinely interested. I got the feeling that she wouldn’t have asked if she weren’t. So I told her about Stacy, in broad details.

“So you helped her out when she had car trouble?” Kendall asked.

I’d decided that keeping up that little bit of fiction was worthwhile. I nodded.

“That was very nice of you, Paul.” She looked at me speculatively and then nodded. “I’m looking forward to meeting her.”

I grinned and looked at my watch again. It was already ten forty-five; I was going to be late!

Kendall chuckled richly. “Go on. Go. Shoo.”

I blushed, and then raced up the hill to meet Susan.

When I got to Susan’s house, she was waiting in the courtyard. She smiled at me and looked at her watch. I hung my head sheepishly and she smiled wider still. She was wearing her usual bikini bottoms and a pair of sandals. Her car keys in hand, she stood and we walked around to the garage.

The drive to the gate was uneventful. She maneuvered the station wagon so we could back up to the gate—a tricky task, given the narrowness of the sandy road—and turned off the engine. She got out of the car and motioned for me to follow her around behind it. Once there, she opened the tailgate and sat on it. I quickly joined her and we chatted as we waited.

We’d only been sitting there for fifteen minutes or so when we saw a car approaching. As it approached, we saw that it was Stacy’s Nova. She pulled up to the gate and stopped right as I jumped down to unlock the chain.

“You take care of her,” Susan said, “while I move the car.”

I nodded and bent to unlock the lock.

“As a matter of fact,” Susan said as she shut the tailgate. “Why don’t you just ride back with Stacy. Tell her to just follow me.”

“Okay.”

I let the chain fall as Susan pulled forward. Stacy put her car in gear and drove over the chain. When I had it securely locked again, I trotted around to the passenger side of the Nova. Stacy grinned as I got in, giving me an appraising look, and followed Susan as she drove off.

“Wow,” she said. “It’s kinda weird seeing you two just sitting there, like that.”

“You get used to it.”

“I guess. I mean, I’m kinda scared and excited all at once. Good scared, though.”

We shared a smile and drove the rest of the way in silence.

At Susan’s house, I helped Stacy take her things inside. She had only brought a duffel bag and a big straw bag.

“Take her things into Kirk’s room,” Susan said.

I nodded and led Stacy into the courtyard. Kirk’s room was to the right of the hall bathroom and served as Susan’s impromptu guest bedroom. Kirk’s posters of jet fighters and the obligatory Farrah Fawcett poster were still on the walls, and there were models hanging from the ceiling, but the room was neat and had fresh linens. Stacy seemed happy.

I felt Susan come up behind me and turned. She smiled and offered to give Stacy a quick tour of the house. Not knowing what else to do, I tagged along. Afterward, we returned to the living room. Susan slid her bikini bottoms over her hips and tossed them aside. Then she sat on the couch and beckoned us to join her, which we did.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Susan asked.

Stacy took a deep breath and nodded tentatively.

I could tell she was still nervous, and so could Susan.

“Why don’t you just get comfortable with us, and then we’ll venture outside when you’re ready. Okay?”

Stacy smiled shyly and nodded.

“I told your mom you’d probably have lunch with me,” Susan said, leaning past Stacy to look at me. “So we don’t have anywhere to go for the next few hours.”

Stacy nodded again and suddenly stood. “Well,” she said boldly, “here goes nothing.” With that, she pulled her sundress over her head. She was only wearing panties, and her nipples stiffened in the cool air. She blushed and knelt to unbuckle her sandals. As she stood, she kicked them off and hooked her thumbs in her panties, sliding them over her slim hips.

As she tossed her clothes on top of Susan’s discarded bikini bottoms, she pirouetted for us. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed her lithe, firm body. Her pubic hair was still nicely trimmed into a small patch above her slit, and as she stood in front of us, I simply admired her body.

“Very nice,” Susan said appreciatively.

I nodded my agreement enthusiastically.

Stacy blushed and quickly rejoined us on the couch.

“Oh,” she said, suddenly jumping up and looking at me. “I almost forgot. I’ve got a surprise for you.” She ran to Kirk’s room and quickly returned with her duffel bag. “You’re gonna like this,” she said, grinning mischievously.

She sat down in front of us, cross-legged, with the bag in her lap. She unzipped it with great ceremony, and pulled a Polaroid camera from within. Being a little overweight, I’d always been camera-shy, and I felt my heart race as she looked at me and waggled her eyebrows.

Then she looked at Susan. “Is it okay that I brought a camera?” she asked earnestly.

“Well, you don’t see many cameras at nudist camps, for some fairly obvious reasons. But I think it’ll be okay if you leave it at the house and only take pictures around here.” Susan paused and looked at the younger woman. “What were you planning on taking pictures of?”

Stacy blushed and averted her gaze. My heart raced as the silence drew out. I had a sneaking suspicion I knew what she wanted pictures of.

“I thought, maybe ... um ... you could ... well, I could get some pictures of Paul, and maybe me and Paul ... um ... you know ... together.”

Susan laughed musically and Stacy looked up in shock. I stared at the two women in ever-growing horror.

“I think that would be fun,” Susan said.

I felt like I was going to hyperventilate and my pulse was like a trip-hammer in my ears.

Susan quickly got serious, however. “I think that would be fun, if it’s okay with Paul, that is. Are the pictures just for you?” Susan asked critically.

Stacy quickly nodded.

“You’ll keep them private?”

Another nod.

Susan looked slyly at me out of the corner of her eye. “So what do you want them for?” she asked Stacy.

Stacy blushed again. Susan let the silence draw out. When Stacy realized that Susan wasn’t going to let her off the hook, she tentatively said, “I wanted to look at them, after Paul goes home for the summer.”

“And?”

“Maybe ... play with myself while I looked at them.”

I could see Susan grinning out of the corner of my eye. Could they be serious? How could they sit—so calmly—and talk about this? How?

“What do you think, Paul?” Susan finally asked, turning to me.

I licked my lips and swallowed hard. I was still very uncomfortable with my body, even more so at the thought of having my picture taken, and I was very nervous. Even with all that had happened to me in the past month, it was still only a month, and I’d been avoiding cameras for a long time. I didn’t even like to pose for school pictures, because I thought they always made me look pudgy. So the idea of letting Stacy take pictures of me, of us, without clothes, evoked a visceral reaction.

“Please, Paul,” Stacy pleaded.

I swallowed again and looked at her. My mouth was dry and my hands were suddenly cold, and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to disappoint her, but I was really nervous about the Polaroid.

Susan put her hand on my leg comfortingly. “Relax, Paul. It’s not something you have to decide right now.” She scooted closer and I felt the heat of her body washing over me.

She put one arm over my shoulder, pressing her delicious breast against my arm, and reached into my lap with her right hand. Her hand on my penis was warm, and soft, and insistent. Compared to being tense over the thought of the Polaroid, I welcomed the distraction she was presenting, guilt or no.

I quickly hardened under her gentle touch, and she began stroking me with a firm grip. Stacy quickly set aside her duffel bag and because she was sitting cross-legged, I got a good look at her spread pussy. She followed my gaze and blushed when she realized how she was sitting.

Stacy quickly joined us on the couch, snuggling under my left arm and pressing her beautiful, firm breasts into my side. With her hand on my chin, she turned my head toward her. She tilted her head to the side and parted her lips slightly. Wasting no time, I leaned forward to kiss her, savoring her warm lips and sweet breath. She pressed against me eagerly and I felt Susan slide from the couch.

In a moment, she moved between my legs and wrapped her lips around my swollen shaft. The warm wetness of her mouth surrounded my glans as Stacy broke our kiss. We were both breathless and wearing goofy smiles.

“God, when you were in the store the other day, I wanted to do that so bad,” Stacy said.

I drew another deep breath and moved toward her again. She crushed her lips against mine and our tongues darted together as Susan begin to lick the length of my shaft. My left arm around Stacy, I pulled her tight, pressing her pliant flesh into my side. I could feel her trembling desire as she kissed me, and my cock swelled in response. Susan made a delighted sound and took me as deep as she could. I groaned, still locked in a kiss with Stacy, and she pulled back, laughing gently.

I looked at her sheepishly and then we both looked down at Susan, who was intent on my cock. Susan idly brushed her hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear, and gave us an excellent view as she once again wrapped her lips around the base of my shaft.

“I wish I could do that,” Stacy whispered in my ear.

“Mmmmm, I like it when you do this,” I said, bringing my lips to hers again.

She moaned against me and I felt her breath against my cheek. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to concentrate on the feelings Susan was creating in my dick, or the supple firmness of Stacy’s lips. Susan was happily bobbing up and down, so I put my hand atop her head and returned my attention to Stacy.

Both of us breathing heavily, she broke the kiss and pulled back. Her eyes dreamy, she ran her hand down my cheek, gazing at me intently. Her eyes danced as she slowly studied my face. Suddenly, she rose on her knees and pressed my face against her breasts. I inhaled her puffy pink nipple and lavished attention on it with my tongue.

In my lap, Susan had slowed her pace and was leisurely taking me into her throat. Every few strokes, she would take me completely out of her mouth and nip down the sensitive underside ridge, sending tingling waves of pleasure through my groin.

I switched my attentions to Stacy’s other breast, causing her to shudder and clutch my head tightly. As I licked, sucked, and gently nibbled her pink nipples, she ran her fingers through my hair, mewling quietly.

For a moment, my lips and tongue on automatic, I paid attention to what Susan was doing. She had her lips locked around my shaft just below the ridge of my glans and her tongue was swirling around it, flicking against the sensitive underside. Her hand wrapped around the base of my shaft, she was slowly squeezing, causing my crown to expand in her mouth and sending delicious jolts of ecstasy to my overloaded brain.

Susan sucked on the head, causing it to swell further, and darted her tongue in the slit at the tip. I moaned around Stacy’s nipple as I felt my orgasm building. Susan sensed it as well and began jacking me with her fist, redoubling her efforts with her tongue.

With my left hand, I clutched Stacy’s firm ass and rolled my head onto the back of the couch. Stacy lowered her head and began kissing the sweet spot behind my ear, her lips butterfly-light against my sensitive skin. She impishly breathed against me as she teased my neck and earlobe, overloading my senses with stimulation.

I began to buck my hips against Susan, trying to force more of my cock in her mouth. She quickened her pace, refusing to let me shove more of myself in her mouth, and I soon felt the first tingles of my orgasm.

With a rush, I erupted. The first spurt felt like a monster, and Susan let out a startled, but pleased, cry. Stacy nipped playfully at the line of my jaw, and then stuck her tongue in my ear. Another, more powerful, spurt shot from my dick like a geyser, taking Susan by surprise again. I squeezed my eyes shut so tight that I saw spots and moaned incoherently as my orgasm finally overloaded my battered senses.

By the time the spurts slowed to a few gushes, Stacy was nuzzling my neck, her hands around my shoulders, holding me close. Susan milked the last of my sperm from my shaft and sat back, swallowing audibly.

Stacy tucked her chin against her chest and I felt her soft curls brush my neck and jaw. She and Susan shared a meaningful look, grinning from ear to ear. Susan’s eyes smoldered as she looked from Stacy to me, and I felt Stacy tremble with desire.

My hand still on Stacy’s ass, I reached around and felt for her pussy. She was drenched, and I easily slipped two fingers between the folds of her engorged labia. Susan looked back to Stacy and raised her eyebrows invitingly. In a flash, Stacy was out from under my arm.

I pulled my feet back and watched, enraptured, as Stacy lay on the floor and Susan turned to face her. Stacy, on her back, wormed her way between Susan’s legs, grasping the older woman’s buttocks in her hands. With a strangled moan, Susan shuddered as Stacy raised her head and began to lick.

Susan moaned again and collapsed forward, burying her head between Stacy’s legs. Despite the fact that I’d come only a minute before, I felt my penis twitch at the erotic scene unfolding before me.

Susan put her elbows on the floor and reached around Stacy’s ass to spread her pussy. Then, without hesitation, Susan began to lick Stacy’s smooth labia, darting her tongue into the pink folds revealed by her fingers.

Each woman concentrated on the other, licking and sucking and moaning in ecstasy. I began to stroke myself back to erection. I’d seen Stacy lick Susan before, and I knew she’d enjoyed it. But I’d never had an inkling that Susan might be interested in returning the favor. It was insanely arousing watching the two of them pleasure each other, and my penis soon responded to my touch.

To the accompaniment of feminine moans and whimpers, I gently stroked my shaft, mesmerized by the sight of their soft flesh pressed together. I watched them for at least ten minutes, staring in wonder as each concentrated on the pussy of the other. Finally, Stacy began shaking her head side to side, dragging her tongue across Susan’s clit. Susan, overcome by the sensations, lifted her head from between Stacy’s legs.

She closed her eyes and panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps, lost in the pleasure Stacy was giving her. Stacy had her arms fully wrapped around Susan’s hips, holding her pussy open. She had her face buried between Susan’s smooth-shaven labia, her lips working side to side, her unseen tongue undoubtedly roaming over Susan’s clit.

Totally lost in the sensations of pleasure, Susan threw her head back and began to moan. I easily recognized the signs of her impending orgasm, and watched as Stacy pushed her over the edge. Susan braced herself with her hands on her thighs and let her head loll forward, her hair a curtain hiding her face from my view.

Her hips began shuddering as the first throes of her orgasm washed over her. Her hands clutched her thighs, digging into her flesh as her moaning rose in pitch. Stacy kept her tongue moving over Susan’s pussy, remorselessly driving her higher. Susan’s body trembled all over as her orgasm peaked, and then she slumped forward.

Stacy never abated her pace, however, and Susan was soon rolling her head side to side. Throwing her hair over her head, she suddenly sat up and looked at me, her eyes flaring with lust. Her gaze fixed on my erection and she beckoned me over. Without a second’s hesitation, I rose from the couch and moved toward her.

Susan directed me to kneel between Stacy’s spread thighs, which I eagerly did.

“Fuck ... ohh ... Fuck ... ahh ... Fuck her, Paul,” she said, panting.

I grinned in wry amusement as Susan shuddered in pleasure, working toward her second orgasm. I quickly looked down at Stacy’s slick pussy and rubbed the engorged head of my cock against her shiny, moisture-slick lips. Stacy moaned when I pushed just the head inside her, and Susan moaned in response, shutting her eyes tightly and beginning to quiver.

Watching Stacy from this angle, her chin and lower lip pressed firmly against Susan’s mons, my cock swelled in anticipation. I put my hands on Stacy’s inner thighs, spreading her further, and started slowly shoving myself inside her. Watching Stacy lick Susan while I slid into her steaming pussy was one of the most erotic sights I’d ever seen. In spite of that, I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I slid forward; she was well-lubricated and very, very hot.

I scooted my hips forward and seated myself firmly within her depths, wiggling my hips side to side and causing her to moan again. Susan’s eyes were filled with lust as she watched me begin to thrust in and out of Stacy’s body.

As when I fucked Susan, I was tremendously aroused by the sight of Stacy’s hairless labia sucking at my cock when I pulled it from her body. Her inner lips gripped my shaft snugly, caressing my length with their velvety touch. I didn’t want to come too soon, and settled into a comfortable rhythm, simply enjoying the sensations generated by her grasping sheath.

Susan had closed her eyes tight again, building toward her second orgasm, her body covered in a thin sheen of sweat despite the air conditioning. I continued to gently thrust myself into Stacy’s well-lubricated and gripping pussy, my hands on her thighs, my hips rocking back and forth.

Susan began moaning as her pleasure built further, rotating her hips as she sat on Stacy’s face. Susan’s face and chest were deeply flushed and the set of her expression broadcast that she was once again close to orgasm.

I scooted my hips forward some more, supporting Stacy’s thighs on my own, and moved my hands to Susan’s nipples. I rolled each one of them between my thumb and forefinger, pulling gently, and Susan began to shudder and gasp. Her second orgasm hit her so hard that she leaned into my hands and I was suddenly cupping her breasts and supporting her chest.

Her moaning rose to a wail as she came, her mouth open in ecstasy. She closed her lips and began breathing heavily through her nose, her nostrils flaring wide. I had buried myself to the root in Stacy’s pussy as Susan began to come, and as soon as Susan’s orgasm subsided, Stacy lowered her mouth from the older woman’s pussy. Her chin and cheeks glistened with Susan’s juices and her chest was heaving as well, the swell of her breasts rising and falling with her breathing.

“Fuck me in the ass,” Stacy demanded in a husky voice.

I looked down in momentary confusion, and then I looked back up at Stacy. Stacy, however, had returned her lips to Susan’s pussy and was once again running her tongue along the length of the slit above her. If Stacy wasn’t going to roll over on her hands and knees—the position we’d always used before—then I decided I’d figure things out on my own.

I settled my buttocks onto my heels, withdrawing my shiny cock from within her and studied my options. Finally, I simply pulled her thighs together and rolled her hips toward Susan. With one hand on the backs of her knees and the other gripping the base of my cock, I aimed at the rosebud of her ass.

As I was fucking her, juices from her pussy had run down the crack of her ass, and she was already well-lubricated. She shuddered when I set the tip of my cock against her pucker and probed gently. She relaxed and I shoved the crown inside her anus, accompanied by her shudder of anticipation.

I slowly eased my length inside her body, one inch at a time. With her thighs together, only her red and swollen labia peeked out at me; it was an incredibly erotic sight. As my pubic hair crushed against the cheeks of her ass, I let her legs fall apart, which caused her pussy to spread before me. Not wanting to miss the golden opportunity presented to me, I dropped my hand to her abdomen and began caressing her clit with my thumb.

Her hips heaved against me, trying to press her clit against my thumb more firmly, and I began to thrust within the tight confines of her ass. I was spellbound as I watched her gripping asshole suck at my cock each time it retreated, and then pucker as I thrust back into her. Her stomach began to ripple with contractions as the combined effects of my cock in her ass and my thumb on her clit reached her brain.

At the same time, Susan’s third orgasm was rapidly approaching. I could tell by her ragged breathing that she was close. I concentrated on Stacy, still mesmerized by the sights and sensations at the junction of our bodies. With a low moan and a whoosh of air, Susan came again.

I lifted my head to watch her as another orgasm washed over her. Her thighs were dimpled white where her hands clutched them like talons, holding on for dear life. Her low moan drew out and she began to tremble. Then, like lightning striking, she shrieked, quick and piercing. Both hands clutched at her hypersensitive pussy and she literally crumpled to the floor beside us.

Stacy looked up at me with wild eyes, her face covered in Susan’s fluids. She gripped her legs behind her knees and held them to her chest.

“Oh, God,” she said as her eyes rolled back. “Fuck me. Hard and fast. Fuck poor little Stacy’s ass. Fuck it goooood!”

I pulled back, steadied myself with one hand on her inner thigh, and began to slam into her. I thrust into her with long, powerful strokes, burying my shining cock in her ass and making her moan each time my hips slammed into her cheeks. My thumb was a mad blur on her clit and she quickly reached the point of no return.

Her face, neck, and chest turned a deep red and she stiffened, the tendons in her neck standing out in sharp relief. Her ass spasmed against me as her trim stomach rippled with muscular contractions. She held her breath, her face a mask of pleasure and taut concentration.

My finger buzzed against the hard berry of her clit, now fully exposed, and she began to tremble. I kept slamming into her with bruising force, burying my dick in her ass, and her clit suddenly disappeared within the folds of its protective hood. With a rush of expelled breath, Stacy exploded, shrieking as the force of her orgasm assaulted her.

My thumb was suddenly awash in her juices and I felt my own orgasm welling up. Her ass contracted around me, gripping my shaft like a vise as Stacy’s muscles spasmed with her orgasm. I buried my dick inside her with a final, savage thrust and felt the first jet of my semen begin to fill her bowels.

Just as Stacy’s shriek died, mine began; I emptied myself into her, my back arched as I felt myself sucked inside her. I closed my eyes and felt every muscle in my body tense as spurt after spurt of my sperm shot into her. I rode the waves of our shared release, her ass spasming around my spurting cock, both of us locked in the throes of powerful orgasms.