The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Morning arrived much too soon. Emily and the cab driver carried Heather’s trunk down to his cab outside the gated entryway. Heather and Gregg took advantage of the few moments of privacy they had before she had to leave. Standing in the doorway, they held each other in their arms, not kissing, not speaking, not wanting to let go. Finally Heather broke the silence. “It will only be a week or two. I know. But this is the hardest goodbye I’ve ever had. Promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“Have fun.”

Gregg didn’t expect that. He thought she’d say something like, “call me” or “don’t forget to write.” But “have fun?” He pulled back from her to look into her face, trying to see if there was a joke he missed. “What do you mean?”

“You’re too serious. This has been the greatest week of my life, and I know it’s been the same for you. You’re an amazing man, don’t forget that. I have you in here now,” she said pointing to her heart. “No matter what, there are some bonds that can’t be broken.”

Gregg still looked at her blankly. She had to admit to herself, her words were coming out more obtuse than she had practiced. “Look, I said it much better in my note. When you get back to camp, just read it. I have to go now. The cab is waiting.”

Gregg took a deep breath and was about to say something when Heather put her fingers to his lips, halting his comment. “Shh. No. Don’t say anything. I think I know what you’re going to say. But I’m not ready to hear it. Not yet.” Gregg’s face looked so young, so innocent. Like a little boy. A pang went through her heart as she was once again reminded of the nightmare. She was glad they had gotten so little sleep last night. It kept her from having to see…she couldn’t complete the thought.

In truth, Gregg hadn’t thought beyond saying Heather’s name, hoping something sweet and sentimental would come out. Her interruption saved him from stumbling over clichéd romantic phrases whose only relationship to him were the few movies he’d seen.

Heather stood on tip-toes and kissed Gregg one last time. She walked down the driveway to the cab and gave Emily another hug. The two of them spoke a few brief sentences and then she was gone.

Emily walked back up to Gregg and putting on her best brave smile said, “C’mon gloom-boy. Walk me to work and buy me breakfast.”

Gregg and Chad were busy at work at the camp site. Today they would not be getting help from any of their attractive assistants. Jenny had school and Emily had to work. Even so, Chad proved to be an admirable companion. His jovial manner and high spirits kept most of the sadness away from Gregg. They worked, they talked, they ate. Nothing terribly exciting. And even though it was just the two of them, Gregg found that they naturally synced to each other’s rhythm and they got more done together than they had with everyone else around trying to help.

Chad was very curious, asking questions the entire time they worked. Gregg was pretty sure there wasn’t a moment’s silence that entire first day. By evening, Gregg felt like he had discussed most of the topics he planned for his introduction to anthropology course. All doubts about whether Chad was kidding when he mentioned History as a possible major were dissolved. He really seemed serious. As they sat around a small campfire that first night, both engrossed in their books, Gregg was amazed to see that Chad had finished more than half that text book. It was all the more incredible because even Gregg thought it was a dry read.

After dinner, Jenny came by the camp. She gave a brief hello to Gregg and a half-hidden admiring glance before she and Chad went into his camper. Sitting alone beside the fire, his book his only companion, Gregg became acutely aware of how alone he was. It never used to bother him. There were always more books to read or more texts to translate. But now, for the first time in his life, he was painfully aware of how much he missed his human companions.

It was that thought that led him to enter Heather’s camper. It was empty now, but he could still smell her lingering scent. He looked around and was surprised to see a package sitting on the middle of her now stripped bed. “Gregg” was written in flowing script across the envelope. He had completely forgotten that Heather mentioned something about a note. He opened it up and pulled out the folded notebook paper.

Dearest Gregg,

I’m guessing you’re sitting there, missing me as much as I miss you. If not, then you and I need to have a talk! Just kidding. But seriously, there are some things I need to say to you and I know I this is the only way I can do it.

I could have left for Paris later and helped you and Chad clean up the dig, but I really needed get away. It’s not bad. If anything, it’s too good. I have feelings for you I never felt for anybody, at least not this strong. A few days in Paris will help me catch my breath. I hope you understand and aren’t upset.

I know it’s rude of me to run away and then give you instructions, but that’s what I’m doing. First, put down this note and open the gift I left for you (if you haven’t already).

Gregg put down the note and did as she asked. He suppressed both a laugh and a tear as he opened the paper and pulled out a pair of swimming trunks.

I hope you like them. Do me a favor, even if you can’t swim, just get your feet wet. You may find you like it. Believe me, no book can fully describe the feeling of wet sand between your toes.

Second, don’t be shy around Emily. She’s a sweet kid and knows more than you’ll probably give her credit for. She knows how I feel about you and I know how she feels about you. Just have fun. There’s no jealousy between us.

Third, and this is the most difficult instruction. I want you to have sex with at least one other woman before I see you again stateside. You must think I’m nuts asking this, but I’ve given it a lot of thought. You must do this for me if your feelings for me are as strong as mine are for you. The days will pass quickly, and soon we’ll see each other again. Remember what I said.

Have fun.

Heather

Gregg’s blood ran cold in his veins. He didn’t understand her request. Well, he understood what the words meant, he just didn’t understand how she could request such a thing. His brain turned the words of her letter over and over, but he couldn’t understand. If she felt the same about him as he did about her, why would she deliberately ask him to sleep with another woman? Was she trying to dump him? Gregg’s fevered contemplation was interrupted by the sound of repeated squeaking coming through the open door of the camper. He looked out and across the firepit he saw Chad’s camper rocking.

Sighing to himself, feeling confused and alone, he put the note on the table and stripped naked there in Heather’s trailer and put on the trunks. He walked down to the beach and stood in the surf. Heather was right, the feeling of the squishy sand between his toes was indescribable. For the next hour, he just stood there, watching his shadow grow longer in the water during those calm moments between small crashing waves. Stooping to grab a handful of the sand-muck at his feet, he played with it, tightening his fist and watching it all ooze from between his fingers. The harder he tried to hold onto it, the quicker it escaped his grasp to return to the surf.

He lost himself in the rhythm of the sea.

It was almost dark when Gregg returned to the camp fire. He had expected the fire to have gone down, but he saw that Chad and Jenny had emerged from his camper to enjoy the night air. Each had an empty bottle of beer by their side and they were chatting idly while Chad stoked the fire with a poker. Jenny stopped whatever she was saying in mid-sentence to watch Gregg approach. She thought he was cute when she saw him at the café, but seeing him in only trunks left her speechless. Gregg was in incredible shape and his wet swimsuit was clinging in all the right places. Chad was no slouch, but his teacher was a real eye-popper.

Gregg was embarrassed by the way Jenny was so openly gawking at him. He especially felt bad for Chad. He hadn’t intended make such a dramatic entrance, but he had left his camper keys with his clothes on the floor of Heather’s camper. He wouldn’t have ventured into the sea up to his waist if he knew the wet fabric would end up adhering itself to his skin.

“Oh, hey EP.” Going by Chad’s informal greeting, Gregg guessed that his student either didn’t notice Jenny’s reaction, or thought nothing of it. “EP” was something he had taken to calling him sometime that very afternoon. EP or “El Professor” was the first nickname that Gregg ever had that wasn’t given in mockery or spite. All his life he had been teased and taunted by older kids who were made to look stupid next to this child prodigy in class with them. To have gotten a nickname from someone he was beginning to consider a friend was almost akin to wearing a badge of honor. “How’s the sea?”

“Oh…uh…wet, I guess.” Gregg wanted to wax poetic or philosophic about the sea, the sand, and the surf, but he held his tongue. Despite Heather and Emily’s affections, Gregg was still pretty shy. Their presence calmed him and he wished either of them was there with him…for more than one reason. Just the thought of them started things growing and with his bathing suit clinging to him like a second skin, he made a hasty retreat into Heather’s cabin before he showed off too much. ‘Too late,’ he thought as he saw where Jenny’s wide-open eyes had landed.

Jumping into the camper he watched through a break in the blinds as Jenny grabbed Chad’s hand and hauled him up into the other camper. Only a moment later it started rocking again.

Gregg peeled off the swimsuit and decided to take a shower before putting his clothing back on. He brought the suit in with him to wash the sea salt off it. It was only when he got out of the shower that he realized that he didn’t have a towel. His towels were across camp. Sighing to himself, he forced as much water off his body as he could with his hands and exited the bathroom naked. He sat in what served as the living room on one of the plastic bench-seats and waited for his skin to dry. The cool night air caressing his damp skin in the dark camper was actually quite relaxing. While waiting, he pulled Heather’s note from the envelope again, holding it by the corners and trying to use only his fingernails so as to not get the paper wet.

He still couldn’t figure out how Heather could ask what she asked…well, demanded actually. In normal relationships, boys and girls were supposed to be jealous of each other. In normal relationships, true love always brought a man and a woman together – two hearts beating as one, and other such romantic drivel. He knew how strong his feelings were, but nothing about his relationship with Heather could be described as normal. After all, his relationship with Heather began with Emily. In fact, Emily had had sex with both him and Heather individually before he and Heather ever ended up together.

Gregg put the letter down again, and rubbed his eyes. Trying to figure out the woman’s mind was impossible – the trick, as he affectionately called his mind-reading ability, was useless with her so far away. Pulling the chord that opened the blinds, Gregg watched the camper across the firepit bounce on its axles.

He felt incredibly frustrated that what he wanted now was unavailable to him. Heather was gone and Emily was at work. She’d be off her shift soon, but her father was coming home tomorrow, and she said she needed to get the house clean. After he dropped her off at work, he offered to come by that night and help, but Emily reluctantly said no, saying that with him there, cleaning just wouldn’t happen.

The knowledge of what was going on across the camp and his thoughts about Heather and Emily had awoken the sleeping giant. He was still wet, and felt trapped. He had no books to distract his mind from his growing lust, and despite his best efforts, his baser instincts exerted control. Without really thinking about what he was doing, he closed his eyes and felt his consciousness stretch over to the other camper. He wanted to see what was going on in Jenny’s mind, but he just couldn’t get a grasp on her thoughts. He was stretched to his limit, and just couldn’t get a grip. If his thoughts had any substance, he was sure he’d be able to touch her, but his consciousness was stretched so thin, it had no strength. He was going to pull back and just get dressed, regardless of his still being wet and horny when as a last shot, he looking for Chad. Surprisingly, his mind connected without effort.

Gregg was immediately flooded with the pleasurable sensation of Jenny bouncing up and down on his cock. But it wasn’t his cock. He looked down and realized he was watching, feeling, through Chad’s body. Gregg opened his eyes wider, well, Chad’s eyes, that is, and took in the sight. Jenny’s curly blonde locks bounced on her head in time with the rest of her body. Her small, pixyish body was covered in a thin film of sweat. Gregg admired her almost child-like body, boyish if not for her narrow waist, flared hips, and assuredly feminine facial features. Her eyes were closed as she enjoyed her ride. Gregg looked down at their joined bodies as was impressed at what Chad had to work with. Before his own transformation, he would have said Chad’s equipment was considerably larger than his own. Now, he suppressed a bit of gloating.

Gregg could feel Chad’s excitement rising and knew that the end was coming. To help hold that moment off a little longer, and to alleviate his growing concern that maybe Jenny was too young, Gregg planted some thoughts into Chad’s head.

“How old did you say you were?” Chad asked, his hands running over her perky tits.

Jenny opened her eyes in surprise, her rhythm breaking. Chad was one of the better lays she’d had recently. What she liked about him, beside his physical assets was that he didn’t talk. He was always content to let her stay on top and run things her way. “Eighteen. I already told you that. I was held back a year – first grade.” Jenny began bouncing again, getting back into her rhythm.

“So, you coming back to the states soon?”

Again, Jenny’s rhythm was broken. Her pleasure had been cresting and Chad’s question had again thrown her off. “Listen Chad, are we going to fuck or going to chat?”

Chad stared at her in shock. He hadn’t intended to ask these questions. He already knew the answers. He and Jenny had already discussed this. Their relationship, if it could be called that, was simple. He was leaving in a few days and as often as she could, she intended to make use of him. Chad had no objections to the arrangement. “Sorry, I’ll shut up now.” He resolved to himself not to say another word, at least until he got his rocks off again.

Gregg was torn between excitement and laughter. He was considering interrupting again, but he couldn’t do that to his new friend. Instead he relaxed and just enjoyed the fuck remotely through his friend. He’d pick his brain later to find out more about Jenny. Maybe Jenny could be the one – the one to satisfy Heather’s condition. He just wasn’t sure how he’d get her alone. It was a secondary thought that he probably couldn’t do that to his friend.

Jenny bounced with increased vigor on Chad’s cock. His annoying interruptions had at least prolonged his third cum for the evening. She was ready to go home earlier when the professor had returned. She had one look at Gregg’s amazingly sculpted body and she knew she had to get at least one more round out of Chad before heading back to the base. As if thoughts of Gregg were the whip driving the chariot, her orgasm exploded around Chad’s pistoning cock. Mere moments later, she felt him stab deeply into her and fire off a weak, third cum. There would be no fourth round tonight, but for now, she was sated.

Gregg pulled back his consciousness, feeling surprisingly content with himself. He thought for sure that watching and feeling Chad fuck that little slip of a girl should have had him wound up. Looking down he saw why he wasn’t horny anymore. His limp cock sagged in his tight fist and his warm cum was running down his chest. So lost was he in his long-distance fuck that he didn’t even realize his body was taking matters into hand…literally.

He quickly grabbed his boxers off the floor and wiped himself down. He thought about jumping in the shower again, but decided he didn’t want to be around trying to explain what he was still doing in Heather’s camper if they came out. He threw on his pants sans-briefs, grabbed the rest of his clothes and Heather’s letter, quietly locked up Heather’s camper, and ran across camp take another shower before getting some sleep.

The next three days were basically more of the same, minus the voyeurism. Chad and Gregg made amazingly good time getting everything packed up. They worked hard during the day and rewarded themselves by heading over to Omar’s for dinner. His food selection wasn’t great, but he was more than happy to send his son to any of the other local eateries to pick up food…for a small fee that is.

Gregg and Chad would check their email, eat their food, and head back to camp. Each night he traded emails with Heather and Emily who both managed to find time during the days to write. Heather wrote first thing in the morning from the hotel to tell about all the amazing sights she’d seen the previous day. She admitted that she wished she was a better French student during high school, but contrary to the stereotype, she had no problem getting French men to guide her through the city.

Emily also seemed to find time at work every day to write and respond to emails. Besides writing at length about how increasingly bored she was, she also complained about the little amount of time her father, just returned from Morocco, was spending with her. Gregg was also building a growing collection of erotic letters and stories from Emily – some she had written herself, some she’d found on the internet. Some were so explicit that he saved them to disk to read later because he didn’t want to try hiding the inevitable erection he’d end up with. He also saw that Heather was CC’d on Emily’s explicit recollections of their time together.

Every night, Jenny would meet them at Omar’s, usually already on a computer herself, and head back to camp with them for a quick romp with Chad before returning back to the base. Gregg had picked up the gist of Jenny’s story from Chad’s memories of conversations he’d had with her. From what Gregg knew of what Chad knew of her, Gregg was sure she’d be receptive to any advance he made…but he just couldn’t get Chad out of his mind. It’s not like he could just ask Chad, “Hey man, you mind if I fuck your girlfriend?” Even though he was sure Jenny would cringe at that title, it didn’t feel like the kind of question he could ask.

He was going to email Heather that he just couldn’t do it, when an email from Emily stopped him.

Gregg,

I’m guessing you haven’t followed Heather’s instructions yet. If you did, then I’m sure one of these nights you would have been to “busy” to be emailing me! I know we’ve only know each other a bit more than a week, but I think I’ve got you pretty well figured out.

I’m also guessing you’ve got your jaw hanging open, surprised that I know what is in that letter. Well, close your mouth before you drool on the keyboard. I’m not the only one who knows you – Heather knows you pretty well too. In fact, she knows you well enough to have bet that you wouldn’t follow-through on her instructions. So she asked me to “look after you.”

I’ve already made all the arrangements. I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch at the dig and I’ll tell you all about it.

In the meantime, I’ve been thinking about that day in the hydrotherapy room…

Emily’s email went on at some length recounting their time together in the lower floors of the hospital. However, this time it took a spin into fantasy as she imagined one of the therapists, someone she referred to as “Jean Claude” walked in on them. Needless to say, Emily’s treatise on what she could do with two men at once was quite enlightening. It is also needless to say that Gregg didn’t get much sleep that night – his mind tumbling from excitement over seeing Emily to concern that Heather told Emily about her wish, to wonder about what “arrangements” she’d made.

“Oh God, yeah, that’s it!” Emily moaned. She was lying on her back on the floor of Gregg’s camper, his cock pistoning in and out of her tight cunt. He labored between her legs, pounding furiously, desperately trying to hold off his excitement as long as possible.

She had arrived at the camp site shortly before noon with a bag of food from the hospital cafeteria. If Gregg hadn’t been so excited to see her, he may have been embarrassed by the huge grin on Chad’s face when she dropped off the sandwiches, grabbed Gregg’s hand and practically dragged him back to his camper, hurriedly shouting something about needing a book she may have left there. Mere seconds later, she had shucked her and Gregg’s clothing and pulled him down to the floor. No preliminaries were needed, nor any taken.

“Fuck! Fuck! Ahhh!!” Emily screamed in orgasm as Gregg unleashed a torrent of pent-up cum into her sopping pussy. It was a quick fuck, but satisfying. In the past few days she had been masturbating every chance she had. At home she’d go to her room and turn up the music. At work, she’d sneak to the bathroom and bite her arm to keep from screaming. It probably didn’t help that she’d spend her free time on the computer reading and writing ever-more explicit stories to share with Gregg, Heather, and now even Jenny. To her surprise, Jenny recommended various web sites she thought she should have her stories posted.

Gregg rolled off her, laying beside her, panting for breath. She was sure that if she had the time, she could get another round out of his still stiff cock. But she only had so much time in which she could sneak away from the hospital.

“I missed you too,” she said breathlessly.

Gregg didn’t have any words, but he smiled at her also gasping for breath and held her hand in his.

“What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“I don’t know. You’re the one with the plan, remember?” Saying this, he suddenly remembered that her plan involved his fulfilling Heather’s wish. His wilting cock conveyed his worry to Emily.

“Hey, what’s with the droop, you poop?”

“I…well…I don’t get it.”

“What’s not to get?”

“Why does Heather want me to…you know? And why did she enlist you to make sure I..I…”

“Fucked another girl? Geez Gregg, most guys would be thrilled that their girlfriend wanted them to play the field. As for why she asked me, well, she knew I’d make sure you did the right thing. It’s a good thing too, because you haven’t yet told me you’ve already taken care of business. Don’t you know a man’s wet-dream when it smacks you in the face?”

Emily’s intention was to break Gregg’s seriousness, but it had the opposite effect. He sat up, found his boxers, put them on, and sat on the floor with his back against the bench. “I just can’t figure out the ‘why’! If she feels about me the same way I feel about her, why would she want me to have sex with another woman?”

Emily knelt between his legs and rested her elbows on his bent knees. “You’re asking me this AFTER you practically pound me through the floorboards?”

Her second attempt at humor was completely lost on him. He dropped his head in his hands. “Jesus Christ, you’re right! What the hell is wrong with me?! I’m not only a lecher, I’m a hypocrite!”

Gregg’s moment of self-pity was abruptly ended with Emily smacking him loudly and painfully on top of his head. “I’ll tell you what the hell’s wrong with you, you dolt! She’s crazy in love with you. And you’re crazy in love with her!”

Gregg just stared at her questioningly, gingerly massaging the top of his still stinging head. “Huh?”

Emily looked exasperated. “You were a virgin the day we met, right?”

“Uh…yeah. So what?”

“One day you’re a virgin and two days later you’re having a three-some. You’re having sex porn-stars would be envious of. Heather wants you to have sex with someone else because she wants to make sure that what she knows you feel for her is not just some carry-over of your newly-unleashed sexual appetite. She wants to know that you can go out there, have wild, crazy sex with another woman, and still come home to her.”

Gregg still wasn’t quite getting it. It wasn’t logical, but he didn’t want another slap on the head. It all seemed backward.

Emily could see the confusion and the unasked questions written plain as day on his face. “You know Heather wasn’t a virgin when you two did it, right?”

“Yeah, I guessed that.”

“Well, she’s got some pretty mature tastes, if you know what I mean.” She could see by his expression that he didn’t, but she continued. “She needs to know that sex isn’t the only thing your relationship is based on. She needs to know that you can go out there and fuck another woman and still want to come home to her. She needs to know that you’d expect the same from her.”

“She wants to have sex with someone else?” His heart dropped.

“She already has! Me!” Emily paused, trying to maintain her composure. “You probably don’t know this, but that night at the party, Heather and I had sex while everyone was changing into their swimsuits.”

He already knew that, but there was no way to explain how without giving away his secret. Judging by his numb-looking reaction, Emily thought he was just in shock. Heather had apparently not given indication that she’d told him.

“You see? Heather has needs and desires just as you do. You may only now just be realizing them. She—“

“But you and I had sex before you even met Heather!”

“Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt?” Emily saw that this conversation wasn’t going anywhere. She barely understood the logic herself. She didn’t understand the logic, but she understood Heather’s heart. She promised Heather she’d see this through, and she would. She leaned forward and kissed Gregg as tenderly as she knew how. He rested his palm on her cheek as their tongues explored each other’s mouths. Emily broke the kiss, intending to try a new angle of attack. But Gregg spoke first.

“I still don’t get it, Emily. I don’t get it, but I trust you. And I trust Heather. And if you say she’s not off her rocker, then I guess…I guess I’ll just HAVE to have sex with another woman.”

Emily burst into laughter, so uncontrollable that she fell backwards onto the floor. Gregg thought about what he had just said and soon he was on the floor joining her, laughing so hard he couldn’t see through the tears in his eyes.

When they finally caught their breaths, Emily saw the clock and hurriedly started getting dressed. As she put her clothes back on, she gave him his instructions.

“I convinced Daddy to get me one of the suites over at the Marriott for tomorrow night. It wasn’t that hard, and it’s a win-win situation for both of us. He gets the house for his own amusements, and I get to use his expense account. I told him that I wanted a mini-slumber party with some of my girlfriends. All you need to do is show up for dinner at 6:30 tomorrow night. Wear something nice…but not too complicated.”

And as quickly as she entered, she departed. Gregg wondered with some worry what he had gotten himself into. Were all women able to twist a man so thoroughly? Or was he just lucky enough to get cursed by two such amazing beauties? It was only after she left and he was putting his pants on that he remembered that he could have used his trick to get some idea what was in store for him.

His stomach rumbled and he hoped that Chad had left him at least one sandwich…

At 4pm the next day, Gregg was overseeing the loading of the crates onto a moving truck. He couldn’t believe how fast he and Chad had managed to work. But all the work was done. He now only had to make arrangements to make sure everything got through customs and hand over the keys to the dig’s fence and trailers when he left. That was a mere formality, but bureaucracies tended to slow the process down. He hoped the government didn’t renege on their deal to not touch the site until the end of summer. By then, he would hopefully have figured out how to keep it open. He hoped the answers to what had happened to him were buried somewhere here under the sand and mud. As much as he wanted answers, he wanted to return to Chicago. In truth though, it wasn’t the city he was interested in seeing…

While he and Chad finished loading the crates and double checking that all that what was on the truck was checked off on the manifest, Jenny showed up. She looked comfortable in a denim skirt that was just short of knee-length, a red button-down sleeveless blouse with the bottom buttons open to show off her bellybutton, and sandals. Gregg guessed that his concerns over what the local men would think of her exposed flesh were not shared by her.

“So boys, you ready for tonight’s party?”

Gregg looked up at her in surprise. Emily invited Jenny? Was this the “arrangement” she had made? Until that very moment, his only guess as to what the “arrangement” was involved Emily getting him a prostitute…which really didn’t excite him. Besides, he couldn’t imagine Emily doing something like that.

“Jenny!” Chad hissed.

“Oh relax, Chad. I checked my email this morning and Emily said it was okay to tell him. This isn’t a surprise party. It’s as much a goodbye party for the good Doctor here as it is for you.”

“Oh…well…alright then.”

“You mean I’m the only one who didn’t know?” Gregg asked.

Chad replied. “Seems so. I don’t know what the girl’s got up her sleeve, but she said not to tell you. Sorry Boss.” He looked over at Jenny expectantly. “You know we’ve got a few hours until the party…”

Jenny put on a show of giving his suggestion serious thought and then wrinkled her nose. “Ahhh, no. You’re icky.”

Chad put on his best pouty face. “Aw, come on. I’m soaked with sweat from lugging these crates around. How ‘bout I take a shower and you scrub my back?”

“Well, okay. Maybe before you shower, we could each get something to…to eat?” The playful hunger in her eyes made it clear that she wasn’t talking about food.

They both blushed when Gregg cleared his throat. “Ahem! Uh, I’m just going to get these forms back to the drivers and send them on their way. When you finish with your uh…snack…come by my trailer and we’ll head over to the hotel. If we’re early, I’ll buy the first round.”

Chad practically yanked Jenny’s arm out of its socket when he grabbed her hand and ran into his trailer.

Gregg watched her with increased interest. He had stolen enough of a glance at her memories of Emily’s email to have gotten the gist of what was in store for the evening...

Gregg was sitting back at Omar’s. There was nothing to do in his trailer and he didn’t feel like swimming. He especially didn’t feel like reading. Pacing around the camper’s close quarters, he began to feel like a caged beast. He scrawled a quick note which he taped to his door telling Chad and Jenny where to find him.

The business bustle of Omar’s used to bother him. A few weeks ago he only came in to check email and perhaps get a quick tea before returning to the comforting quiet of his books. Since his accident, he was becoming Omar’s favorite customer. The sound of voices and the press of bodies were much more comforting now than the quiet of his camper.

He had barely made it from the front door to the counter when Omar put a cup of his favorite tea in front of him. Gregg found a comfortable chair in the main section of the café and settled in to enjoy his tea. The shop was pretty empty, but there were pockets of people eating and chatting. Off to his right was a table of businessmen each wearing suits. At a table in the corner was a girl intent on her notebook, scribbling who-knows-what while chewing on the end of some of her hair. An empty cup sat at the corner of her table.

Gregg savored the sweetness of the tea and thought about this evening. With a bit of sadness he realized that soon he’d be leaving Tunisia and heading back to the States. Knowing he’d get to see Heather soon had him elated, but at the same time he realized that he’d have to say goodbye to Emily…quite possibly forever – a thought he refused to believe. Thoughts of Emily soon turned to thoughts about what he saw in Jenny’s mind regarding her plans. When Emily suggested they swap boys for the evening, Jenny agreed without hesitation. Emily’s depictions of how good Gregg was in bed no longer seemed like exaggeration when she saw Gregg returning from the sea in his wet bathing suit. Besides, she didn’t think that Chad would say no to a night with Emily. For a moment, Gregg felt bad for ruining the girls’ surprise, but he resolved to play along. At least Chad had no idea what they had in store for him. It was odd, but the thought of sharing Emily with Chad didn’t make him jealous. In fact he was happy for him. Chad was fast becoming his first real friend – he only hoped that when they returned to campus, the teacher-student relationship wouldn’t put a damper on their ability to be friends.

Thoughts and fantasies of Emily and Chad soon turned back to Jenny and himself, even Emily and Jenny. He imagined them in various positions and levels of excitement. It took an effort to keep his hands away from his crotch. His cock was starting to grow down his pants leg. He was just glad that his new jeans were tight enough not to tent above his growing pole. However he did cross his legs to hide the lengthening tube down his inner thigh.

Checking to see if any of the other patrons had noticed, Gregg was shocked at what he saw. The girl by the window had stopped writing in her notebook and was staring out the shop window at nothing in particular while one hand rested innocently in her lap. Her legs were crossed in such a way that her hand was trapped between her thighs. Gregg watched how her upper leg swung back and forth more and more insistently. To his right, all the guys around the business table seemed to be uncomfortable in their seats. They were trying to maintain distracted conversation, but each was trying to subtly adjust their clothes. One of them finally got up and spun quickly away from the table so his companions wouldn’t see his hardon. Turning from the table may have hidden it from his friends, but not from Gregg. The man made a bee-line for the bathroom. Back at the window, the girl’s leg swung faster and faster until a coughing fit suddenly overtook her. To everyone else in the café it might have seemed that she had swallowed her tea wrong, but to Gregg, it was clear her cough was just a cover for more socially inappropriate noise.

Seeing that Gregg was watching her, she turned bright red and quickly packed up her things and left, almost crashing into Chad and Jenny on her sprint out the door.

“Hey EP. Is she okay?” Chad asked watching the girl who practically knocked her down walk determinedly down the street.

“Huh? Oh…I don’t know. I wasn’t really paying attention,” Gregg lied. “I see you found my note.”

“Yup. So, you still going to buy that first round?”

Gregg shifted his gaze from Chad to Jenny. He didn’t need to be a mind reader to see the look of excitement and anticipation on her face. He took another healthy swallow of tea and bussed his dishes. Settling his tab with Omar, he watched as the guy who ran into the washroom exited, walking a little funny and no longer sporting his hardon. It didn’t take a Ph.D. to know what happened in there. Gregg silently hoped the guy cleaned his mess. The keys were back in Omar’s possession less than a second before another guy from the table snatched it from his hand.

Gregg wasn’t sure what was happening here, but his own anticipation of tonight’s activities kept him from thinking too hard on it during the walk to the hotel.

The doors opened to the lobby of the hotel. As she walked across the marble tile toward the restaurant, she waved to the manager behind the desk. Yesterday when she reserved the suite, she struck up a conversation with them man. He had even offered her a job as a bartender for the very restaurant she was about to dine in, promising her three times her salary, especially if she wore her nurse’s uniform. Emily was flattered, but explained that she wasn’t interested in the money – that she just loved helping people. It was mostly true, she did love helping people, except that more and more she was getting the feeling that her current nursing duties involved more paperwork than people-work. She wanted to do more, but she just didn’t have the training.

Moving the conversation off herself, she asked what happened to the previous bartender and he grumbled something about her trashing her room and running off one morning last week. Apparently the girl didn’t know water from whiskey, but she still managed to keep the patrons asking for more…especially the men.

Emily quickened her pace when she spied Gregg lounging in the bar talking with Chad and Jenny. She stopped short when she saw that there was a fourth person: a girl with cropped black hair, a black t-shirt, and camouflage pants tucked into solid-looking black boots. She would have looked pretty if she didn’t look so tough.

Jenny saw Emily standing there and motioned her to join the party. “Em, this is my friend Brenda. Brenda, this is Emily.” Brenda shook her hand in a firm grip. The pair of them couldn’t be more opposite. Brenda was tall and broad in the shoulders with a full chest while Emily was petite and slight of build. The difference was even more dramatic since Emily had chosen to abandon her customary ponytail in favor of letting it hang loose over one shoulder. Brenda’s blacks, greens, and browns contrasted to the bright yellow summer dress Emily had chosen. After releasing their grip, Jenny pulled her aside.

“Listen Em, I know this is your party and all, but Brenda found us here. Her plans for tonight got canceled and she knew I would be meeting some friends here. I never told her about our plans, so she didn’t know it’d be a…well…private party. Maybe she can have dinner with us and then I can send her on her way? She’s pretty cool and I’m sure she’ll understand. She’s not exactly Miss Prim and Proper, if you know what I mean. Heck, compared to her, I’m practically a choirgirl!”

Emily agreed, albeit somewhat reluctantly. She looked over to Gregg and saw that he was watching their conversation. She was sure he couldn’t have heard anything, but he was grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

Several courses (and several bottles of wine) later the five of them were roaring with laughter at one of Chad’s jokes. It involved a grasshopper entering a bar and the bartender telling the insect they had a drink named after him. When Chad said “You have a drink named ‘Murray’?” everyone broke out in screams of laughter. Gregg didn’t get it, but the laughter was contagious. Brenda was pounding the table with one hand, her head tilted back while she wiped tears from her eyes with the other. Even under her tight t-shirt, her large breasts jiggled and danced as she laughed. Jenny was gripping one of Gregg’s arms resting her head on his shoulder, shaking with giggles and Emily was doing the same with Chad. Both men were very aware of the pretty girls that were latched onto them.

The entire dinner was mixed with various toasts and well wishes, bad jokes, and uncomfortable, knowing silences. When asked what their plans were now that the dig was packed up, Chad said that he wanted to visit some of the archeological digs in Israel before heading back. Gregg said that he couldn’t wait to get home and once he said it, he wished he could have said it better, especially with the sad, but understanding smile Emily gave him.

Other than that awkward moment, there was a sexual tension in the air that was unmistakable. Gregg was incredibly horny and his lust was furthered by the beautiful women to either side of him. All evening long he had been sneaking peeks into one person’s thoughts after another, listening in, heightening their libidos, and knocking down inhibitions. He knew that Emily was upset that Brenda had crashed their party, but it didn’t take much suggestion to get her to adapt to the new situation. The contingency plan she had come up with once she had resigned herself to a fifth player was rather intriguing.

Brenda and Jenny were kindred spirits in a way. Both were 18 (but Brenda would be turning 19 in a few weeks), both had been left behind a year in school, both resented being shuffled from one base to another, and both were wild. They may have been physical opposites, but they shared a lust for life, and other lusts as well, even if neither was fully aware of it yet…

By the time Emily paid the bill with her father’s corporate card, all of them were more than primed for the rest of the evening’s entertainment, even if each had different ideas as to what that entailed. Gregg took one last look around the restaurant and saw that of the tables within about twenty feet of theirs that still had patrons, all of the guests were either politely trying to hide various degrees of lust or had abandoned all social propriety and were making out at their tables with abandon.

Gregg would have stayed and watched, trying to figure out what was happening if not for a very insistent Jenny who grabbed his hand and dragged him out the door and to the elevator.

Whistling lowly at the ornate spread before him, Gregg silently wished he’d gotten struck by lightning sooner so he could have met Emily sooner, so he could have enjoyed the money she was attached to sooner. The lush, two-room suite was a palace compared to his camper. In one room was a king-sized bed with comforters so soft they could have doubled as mattresses themselves. The bed was covered with more pillows than he had socks! The living room/den had a large sofa, an overstuffed chair, a coffee table, and a small kitchenette.

“Help yourself to more food or drink in the fridge if you want. The room costs enough that that stuff is complementary.” Emily gave her instructions while emptying the last of the wine from the bottle she had brought up from the restaurant into a couple glasses designed for water. Everyone made jokes about her being stingy with her father’s money when she refused to leave the half-empty bottle down at the restaurant when they left. Only Gregg knew what she planned, even if he wasn’t supposed to.

Chad was looking through the small library of miniature-sized bottles of liquor on a silver tray near the kitchen while Jenny was in the bathroom. Brenda finished unlacing her boots (which was a quite involved process) and propping them neatly next to Emily’s sandals by the room door and was hoisted back to a standing position by a helping hand from Gregg. He had pulled a little too hard and she collapsed against his strong chest. Pressed tightly against him, she could feel the bulge of his hardening cock press against her hip. She inhaled his scent and was glad he still had a grip on her arm lest she collapse back to the ground. She only backed away, reluctantly, when the bathroom door opened and Jenny returned, stuffing a handkerchief back into her small purse.

Emily offered that she had a game to play if everyone was interested. Everyone agreed, and no one asked what it was. At her instruction Gregg and Chad moved the coffee table to behind the chair so that an open space was created on the floor and everyone sat in a circle. Brenda and Jenny sat with their backs against the couch with Jenny on Brenda’s left. To Jenny’s left, Gregg reclined against the chair and to his left Emily sat on her knees across from Brenda and Jenny. Finally, Chad took a seat between Emily and Brenda after “rescuing” several small bottles from the silver tray.

Emily pulled the empty and now apparently cleaned wine bottle from behind her and calmly asked, “Everyone familiar with ‘Spin the Bottle’?” Everyone was, including Gregg, but only because he had watched her formulate her plan. To avoid questions about where he had learned, he lied and said he did not.

“It’s simple,” Emily said. “You spin the bottle and who ever it points to, you have to kiss. If it lands on yourself, you have to remove an article of clothing – both shoes and socks come off in pairs. If you’re already naked, you get to chose someone else to remove an article of clothing. If either of you men land on the other, then everybody removes an article of clothing…unless you two are feeling a bit adventurous?”

Chad spluttered around the swig he was taking from a mini-Jack Daniels, which he finally managed to swallow with much coughing. “Uh, no, thank you Emily. Sorry EP, I like my kisses coming from people with fewer testicles.”

Everybody laughed and no one seemed surprised that a similar offer wasn’t made for the ladies, although Jenny and Brenda did glance nervously at one another for a second. Brenda did lean over and whisper something into Jenny’s ear, and Gregg figured out what it was when Jenny responded, “Oh. El Professor… ‘EP’ Get it?”

“So how do you win?” Gregg asked, turning his gaze from Brenda back to Emily.

Jenny answered this time. “You poor, poor soul,” she said dripping with fake pity. “Let’s just play and see if he figures it out!”

Emily handed him the bottle. “So Professor, you want to give it a spin?” Gregg took the bottle and gave it a good spin on the tightly woven carpet. It made several revolutions before pointing at Emily. They leaned toward each other and traded a passionate kiss that left both of them breathless. Their performance was rewarded with hoots and hollers and clinks of glasses. Settling back to their positions, Emily licked her lips and gave the bottle a twirl. This time it stopped pointing at Brenda. Brenda blushed nervously at first, but both girls leaned forward onto hands and knees and pressed lips. Compared to Gregg and Emily’s kiss, this was quite chaste if somewhat lingering. This too was greeted with cheers, but only from Jenny and Gregg. Chad was staring at the girls and looked caught between overwhelming lust and overwhelming happiness. You’d think his every wet dream had just come true.

Brenda sat back and got a playful slug in the arm from her friend. She leaned forward and grabbed the bottle and gave it a spin. It made three complete revolutions before it pointed right back at Emily. Again the two girls met on hands and knees in the middle of the circle and kissed. This time when Brenda was about to pull away, Emily gently grabbed her head with one hand and held the kiss until Brenda finally admitted the girl’s tongue into her mouth, even if just for a second.

Emily had the bottle again and gave it a spin. To her dismay, or perhaps her delight, it pointed directly back at herself. “I think this thing is rigged!” she cried, standing up. Reaching behind her she grabbed the back of her sun dress and with one fluid motion leaned forward and pulled the whole thing over her head. To everyone’s shock, Emily stood there in nothing but a pair of silk panties, holding her dress in her hand.

The silence was broken by Chad who simply muttered, “Holy shit!” With the tension broken, everyone laughed.

Emily threw the dress at Gregg, turned and knelt next to Chad, giving him a big kiss on the lips. “What was that for?” Chad asked.

“That was for the sweet compliment, you…you romantic.” She punctuated her joke by lightly tapping Chad on the nose before moving back to her original spot. She settled with perfect posture, her small breasts sitting high and proud on her chest, her round ass resting on her feet. Her perfect poise was ruined when she stuck her tongue out at Gregg who had finally managed to untangle himself from the dress that had been flung at his head. Everyone relaxed and took sips from their drinks and the game continued.

Emily spun and the bottle ended pointing at Jenny. Jenny glanced first at her friend before leaning across the carpet to liplock with Emily. Determined to show herself as fearless as Brenda, she immediately opened her mouth so she could touch tongues with Emily. She even went a step farther, playfully tweaking Emily’s nipple when they broke apart.

Jenny spun the bottle and it landed on Gregg. She was already hot from her kiss with Emily that she didn’t even think when in mid-kiss her hand dropped to his lap and felt his hardening cock through his jeans. He moaned into her mouth and she pulled her hand away as if burned. Both looked toward Chad first, somewhat guiltily, but he simply smiled and raised a silent toast.

Gregg picked up the bottle again and gave it a spin, this time with it pointing back at himself. He stood up and removed his shoes which earned him a round of boos from the small crowd. “Take off your underwear first!” Brenda yelled. She was trying not to stare at the bulge in his pant leg. Gregg reached down and removed his socks as well to a small round of cheers before resuming his seat.

Gregg gave the bottle a spin and it landed on Chad. “Thank God!” Chad said and everyone just stared at him blankly. He finally realized why they were all staring and quickly and defensively spluttered, “No, no, no. I mean thank God because I get to spin next and finally get to join in the fun!”

Everyone laughed again, and Emily reminded the group that everyone had to take something off. Gregg removed his shirt and to the girls’ disappointment he was wearing a tight t-shirt under his button-down. Chad tossed his tennis shoes into the corner, leaving his feet bare. Brenda’s socks flew in an arc over everybody’s head toward the door, as did Jenny’s sandals. Emily stood again and peeled off her thong leaving her not only naked, but also the only one showing any skin of significance.

“Okay new rules!” she said in a huff. “I’m not going to be the only one here in their birthday suit. So, anytime the bottle lands on yourself, everyone strips!” Brenda shrugged, knowing she had the most layers on. Jenny gulped nervously but agreed, and both guys were too fixated on the now naked Emily to raise any objection. Gregg fought every instinct to take Emily into his arms and fuck her right there on the floor.

Chad gave the bottle a spin and it landed on Emily. He leaned to his right for his kiss, but Emily leaned over and pushed him backward. Before he could protest, Emily hopped over him and straddled his stomach. The kiss she gave him made his toes curl which everyone else would have laughed at if they weren’t so intently staring at the backside of the naked girl grinding on Chad’s lap. Chad did finally get over his surprise enough to grip one of Emily’s naked asscheeks in his hand.

Emily hopped back to her place and sat demurely, if somewhat flushed while Chad sat back up. His hair was mussed and he had a silly grin on his face, which finally elicited laughter from the rest of the room.

Emily spun the bottle and again it landed on Brenda. This time there was no hesitation on Brenda’s part. She leaned across and forcefully thrust her tongue into the naked girl’s mouth. While still engaged in their heated kiss, both girls continued knee-walking toward each other until they both were kneeling vertically hugging each other tightly. Brenda’s hand gripped Emily’s naked asscheek while the smaller girl palmed the other’s heaving breast through the t-shirt.

The girls broke apart, each savoring the taste of the other on her lips, panting for breath. Brenda spun the bottle, but Emily hadn’t finished crawling back to her seat and it banged off her wrist to point at Chad. Brenda leaned down to kiss Chad and didn’t protest when he grabbed two handfuls of tit-flesh. Brenda likewise found her own handle. It took Jenny audibly clearing her throat to remind the two that they were still in the middle of the game.

Somewhat sheepishly, Brenda and Chad pulled apart. Chad spun the bottle again and this time it pointed again at his former boss. Both Chad and Gregg stood up and removed their shirts, both earning appreciative hoots and cat-calls from the girls for their well defined physiques. Gregg blushed, still not used to being viewed as sexually appealing. Brenda peeled off her t-shirt to reveal a sturdy bra beneath holding her generous assets in place. Jenny unbuttoned her blouse and threw it into the growing clothing pile. Her bra fit snugly around her frame, pushing her small breasts together creating a more generous cleavage than her slim frame suggested.

Everyone looked to Emily who was already naked. She put on a good show of thinking but picked Brenda to remove another layer. “That’s your punishment for crashing our party!” Emily said as Brenda stood to remove her camo-pants. Brenda earned a round of appreciative applause as she unbuckled her belt. She turned and dropped her pants giving everyone an eye full of her firm and rounded ass cheeks barely covered in a skimpy thong.

Chad whistled and joked about not being sure her panties were “standard government issue.” Now clad only in a bra and panties, Brenda looked decidedly more feminine. Her short black hair was the only thing boyish about her, the rest was all woman.

Gregg picked up the bottle but as it completed its first revolution, Emily stuck out her foot and blocked it so it landed once again on Gregg. Everyone booed, and cried “cheater!” but Emily put on an innocent face and said it was an accident. Again Chad and Gregg each stood up and removed their jeans. Chad was wearing boxer briefs and Gregg had on a pair of boxers. Both guys were sporting considerable erections tenting the straining material of their underwear. Brenda unclasped her bra and freed her generous breasts. If she was shy about being topless in front of three people she only met that night, she didn’t show it. In fact she merely looked expectantly over at her petite friend.

Jenny stood and pulled down the side zipper to her denim skirt. When it fell to a puddle at her feet, everyone looked a little shocked. Apparently it wasn’t a handkerchief she had stuffed into her purse – it was her panties! Feeling weird in only a bra, Jenny shrugged her shoulders and unclasped her bra also, now the second naked person in the room. Again all eyes turned to Emily as she made her pick.

“Chad, stand up,” she said. He obeyed and moved to grab the sides of his briefs. “No, let me.” Emily grabbed his shorts and pulled them down, nearly getting hit in her nose when his prick sprang free. Any embarrassment he might have felt at being naked in front of his former teacher were quickly wiped away when Emily cupped his balls in one hand and lightly sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth. He shuddered in pleasure and had to rest his hands on Emily’s head to keep from collapsing to the ground.

Emily released his member and licked her lips. “Thanks. I just wanted a taste!” Chad was torn between pleasure and pain at having been released. While Chad sat back down and untangled his underpants from his feet, Gregg spun the bottle again.

This time it landed on Brenda. Brenda eagerly crawled into Gregg’s lap, nestling his cotton-contained cock against her pussy mound. Only their two layers of underwear separated them and her panties hardly offered much protection. Brenda mashed her face forcefully against Gregg and their tongues wrestled in passionate competition for dominance. Brenda’s hips ground eagerly against Gregg’s cock, threatening to wear a hole though the fabric.

After about a minute, Emily tapped Brenda on the shoulder. Rather than releasing Gregg, she simply broke the kiss and reached behind her to search blindly for the wine bottle. Her concentration was interfered with by Gregg using his now free lips to suck her right nipple into his mouth. Giving the bottle a feeble spin, it made less than a full-turn to land on Jenny.

Jenny didn’t give Brenda a chance to release herself from Gregg. With Brenda still grinding on his lap and getting her nipple sucked, Jenny grabbed Brenda by her short black hair and turned her head so she could french kiss her friend for all she was worth. Jenny gripped Brenda’s ass and played with her left breast – the one that wasn’t being molested by Gregg’s tongue.

Breaking away from Brenda and gasping for air, Jenny leaned back and spied Chad. She signaled the end to the game by kicking the bottle out of her way as she stood and walked back over to where Chad was sitting. Looming over him, she stood with her legs spread and a foot on either side of his hips. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head none-to-gently into her crotch. “Ahh yes!” she hissed as his tongue immediately went to work.

Emily looked over at Chad and Jenny and then back to Gregg and Brenda who were still engaged in a furious makeout session. With a smug sense of self-congratulation she announced, “And that Gregg, is how you win at spin the bottle.”

If Gregg heard, he gave no indication. Emily crawled over to Brenda and whispered something into her ear. She broke apart from Gregg and nodded in agreement. Brenda knelt on the floor as Emily helped Gregg stand up. “You better lean back, it bites!” Emily joked, grabbing the waistband of Gregg’s shorts. Emily’s voice seemed to grab Jenny’s attention and she looked over her shoulder as Chad continued licking noisily at her crotch, his hands holding her flexing asscheeks steady as he buried his tongue repeatedly into her snatch.

With as much dramatic flourish as she could manage, Emily pulled Gregg’s underwear down. “Jesus Christ,” Jenny murmured in between gasps when Gregg’s giant cock sprang free from its cotton prison. Brenda didn’t say a word, she just worshipfully opened her mouth and began sucking on the end of his cock. Brenda’s style was very different from Emily’s or Heather’s. Like them, Brenda jacked slowly on his shaft, but unlike her predecessors, she didn’t try taking any more than the crown of his cock into her mouth. Her head took on the semblance of bobbing up and down, but really her head was just tilting back and forth and she sucked furiously on the end of his cock. She may not have been fucking her face with his meat, but her suction and the lively dance her tongue was doing on the underside of the crown were sending Gregg’s senses into overload.

Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Emily crawled over to Chad’s side and leaned in to take him back into her mouth. After a few sucks she said, “Now that I’ve had a taste, I want the whole meal!” Chad couldn’t maintain his upright posture any longer and leaned back onto the floor pulling Jenny down with him. Rather than continuing to face away from the rest of the action, Jenny reversed her position so she was facing Chad’s feet and the rest of the party as she settled back down onto Chad’s face. From her perch she watched as her best friend sucked eagerly on Gregg’s cock. Looking down, Emily was enthusiastically attacking Chad’s cock from the side, eagerly thrusting her face down to take most of his length into her mouth on each stroke.

Not only was Chad’s cock being blown, but so was his mind. He couldn’t believe he was in a room with three naked women, one sitting on his face, another sucking his cock, and a third blowing his former teacher…a man he was finding ever more reasons to respect! Three naked women in the room and he vowed that by the time he passed out from exhaustion, he was going to fuck all three.

Emily hadn’t been sucking him for more than a couple minutes when he groaned loudly into Jenny’s cunt and fired off into Emily’s mouth. The physical and mental stimulation was just too much. Emily swallowed what she could, but the past several hours had built up quite a mouthful in Chad’s balls and some escaped from around his cock Once Chad stopped convulsing beneath her, Jenny leaned forward and pulled Emily’s face off Chad’s now wilting cock, gently kissing the girl on the mouth, tasting the remnants of Chad’s spending on her lips. “If it’s all right with you, I’d like the honor of bringing him back to the party,” Jenny said with a wink.

Emily looked over toward Gregg and said, “Hmm, maybe your friend needs some help. She really shouldn’t lift such heavy loads by herself.” Jenny didn’t know if Emily was referring to Gregg’s monster cock or Brenda’s large breasts – either way it was funny. Shrugging to herself, she took Chad’s now limp cock into her mouth as Chad resumed work at her cunt.

Meanwhile, Emily crawled over to Gregg and Brenda’s side. She put one hand on Gregg’s flexing ass and another on Brenda’s, slipping beneath the thong to tickle around her dripping pussy slit. Brenda opened her eyes and acknowledged the other girl, but she didn’t slow her sucking. Releasing Gregg’s tight buns, Emily gently but firmly pulled Brenda’s fist off Gregg’s cock and rested it in her own crotch. Brenda quickly caught on and soon her finger was snaking around the girl’s clit. At the same time, Emily leaned forward and licked and sucked on Gregg’s giant cock shaft.

Much like Chad, the build up of excitement and expectation for Gregg was proving too much and he groaned with the effort of holding back his orgasm. Emily seemed to instinctively know that he was nearing his limit and she reached behind him and cupped his balls through his spread legs. That was all it took. Gregg grunted loudly as thick streams of cum flew from his cock into Brenda’s mouth. Brenda was never one to swallow and after the first spurt, she pulled his cock out and pointed it at her chest, fisting the shaft up and down. Emily quickly grabbed one of Brenda’s tits in each hand and pressed them together and up to catch Gregg’s shots. What was in her mouth she let dribble out over her chin. When Gregg finally ran out of fluids, he sat back in the chair and watched as Emily sucked at Brenda’s cum-coated nipples. In spite of her dislike for the taste of cum, the sights of Emily lapping at the fluids and the feel of her tongue making slimy passes over her now super-sensitive nipples was making her so horny, she almost wept with frustration.

As if Gregg’s orgasm was a trigger, Jenny squealed as her body rocked with spasms. It was a triple thrill feeling Chad’s expert tongue in her crevice, his cock in her mouth and watching her friend’s large tits getting soaked with cum as if it were being sprayed from a fire hose. Jenny didn’t share her friend’s aversion to the taste of cum and as soon as she settled down from her orgasm she crawled over and joined in Emily’s feast, leaving Chad lying on the floor like a human sun dial.

As much as Brenda was enjoying the feel of the two other girls licking and sucking at her breasts, she really wanted to wash them off. She knew herself enough that even as horny as she was, she just wouldn’t be able to get past this. So, she pulled free and quickly ran into the bathroom. Emily and Jenny simply shrugged and proceeded to kiss and lick the last traces of fluids off of each other.

It was an incredibly erotic scene that presented itself to Brenda when she exited the bathroom, drying off her chest with a towel after rinsing herself off. To one side was Chad, lying on the floor, propped up on his elbows with his cock jutting straight into the air. To the other side was Gregg, sitting in the chair, his cock still long and erect, not having softened a hair. Between them, Jenny and Emily were each on their knees kissing each other passionately, their arms holding each other tightly. This evening’s activities had awakened a never-before explored lust that she was determined to see through. Without hesitation, she peeled off her thong panties and sat on the far end of the couch, near Chad. Grabbing Jenny’s arm, she pulled the girl free from Emily’s embrace and into her own. Leaning back on the couch with Jenny kneeling between her spread legs, Brenda made her desires unmistakable.

Jenny was no dummy and kissed and licked her way down Brenda’s torso, pausing briefly to suck on each of her large nipples. She had always been somewhat jealous of her friend’s endowments. No matter how pretty she felt she was, she always noticed how she was always the third to be noticed when the two of them were together. Guys first noticed Brenda’s breasts, then looked up and noticed her face, and then, finally, noticed her friend. But now as Brenda squirmed beneath her oral ministrations, Jenny realized that she didn’t just want tits LIKE Brenda’s – she wanted Brenda’s tits!

She licked and sucked at one of Brenda’s nipples while pinching and pulling at the other until she switched, and then switched back again. Each breast was lovingingly massaged and pleasured until Brenda literally had to beg her friend to end her torture. Unlike her friend, Brenda hadn’t yet had the wonderful release of an orgasm all night and the pressure was building at an exponential rate. When tears began rolling down Brenda’s cheeks and her hips thrust up in an in-vain attempt at making some pleasurable contact, Jenny finally relented. Down and down Jenny finally went, making Brenda squirm in anticipation. Finally with a shriek that signaled her ecstasy, Brenda felt Jenny’s lips clasp around her clit.

This was unfamiliar territory for Jenny, but she’d had enough experience with boys eating her tasty twat that she knew what she liked. So, she did her best to do for Brenda what she would have wanted done for herself. She smiled around her friend’s extended clitoris as she thought of the religious implications of “doing unto others as she’d want done unto herself!” The wet sluicing sounds of Jenny’s tongue were overpowered by the groans of delight and need coming from above her.

Finding herself alone in the middle of the room, Emily turned back toward Gregg. The tip of his cock was still shiny with a mixture of his cum and Brenda’s spit. She leaned in and rested her elbows on his knees and lovingly licked him from base to tip and back again. She looked over her shoulder and surveyed the room. Both she and Jenny were on their knees with their faces buried in somebody’s lap. Turning her attention to Chad who still looked at the scene before him like a deer caught in headlights, she said, “Hey Chad, looks like your ship has two possible ports of entry! Where you gonna dock?”

Chad already knew where he wanted to go. Not that he wouldn’t enjoy fucking Jenny, he knew he would – he already had, multiple times. But he wanted Emily, only he wasn’t sure if he could while she was sucking on his former teacher’s amazing dick. ‘How could anyone with a dick that big, be so socially awkward? I don’t know if it was Emily or Heather, but thank God ONE of them got his candle lit!’ He didn’t fully understand the relationship between Emily and Gregg, but he could tell there was something there. There was more than just sex – there was something…affectionate. It was different from whatever was between Gregg and Heather, but no less real. Gregg and Emily were like a roaring fire, but Gregg and Heather were like a raging inferno. Seeing that Chad still hadn’t moved, Emily resumed sucking on Gregg’s cock, but now she put on an extra show of wiggling her ass and moaning her delight, as if trying to prove that her’s was the better choice.

Gregg could see the weight of the decision on his friend. The whole situation was new to him also. It was clear what Chad wanted and it was clear what Emily wanted. Not sure what the proper etiquette was in a situation like this was, he simply said to Chad, “Go for it.” As if his words were a blessing, Chad’s face broke into a huge grin and he sidled up between Emily’s spread legs, behind her grinding asscheeks.

Emily was so turned on, in part because she also hadn’t had an orgasm yet, but also at the thrill that she was going to have a cock in her from both ends. She held Gregg’s cock still in her mouth, breathing heavily through her nose as Chad fitted the end of his cock into her dripping slit. She was so turned on that his cock slid all the way into her in one smooth motion. Chad’s cock didn’t stretch her like Gregg’s did, but it still filled her more than satisfactorily.

If Chad was suffering from any kind of penis-envy over Gregg’s cock, he more than made up for it with some very creative fucking. After only a moment buried in her depths, absorbing the heat and wetness she was producing, Chad started sawing in and out of her slippery sheath. He kept her from locking onto a pattern by adjusting his strokes seemingly at random. Sometimes he’d pound into her fast and furious, his hips smacking loudly against her asscheeks, then he’d pull back and use short, fast mini-strokes, pressing down so his cock rubbed against her clit. Then he’d reinsert all the way and twist his hips so his cock was fucking into her from all angles.

Emily was being driven wild and she moaned in pleasure around Gregg’s cock. She had thought to try deep throating him again, but with Chad working magic behind her, it was all she could do just to keep from biting down! For his part, Gregg watched, and the teacher becoming the student. It wasn’t long before Emily was tensing up ready for release. Chad seemed to sense it also, and returned to a steady and deep rhythm, slamming into Emily’s asscheeks and rocking her body back and forth. Emily’s body shook and spasmed as an incredible orgasm ripped through her. Gregg tapped into Emily’s body and watched waves pleasure course through her. Feeling a bit wicked, he kept stoking the orgasmic waves keeping her body spasming for a long minute.

As if Emily’s and Brenda’s moans and groans were feeding off each other, Gregg looked up and watched as the short-haired brunette pulled the blonde’s face harshly into her crotch as her hips thrust up off the couch. Releasing Emily’s mind, Gregg tapped into Brenda, which was harder to do, and Gregg briefly doubted it was only because she was across the room. Just like with Emily, Gregg fed the waves of pleasure and kept her orgasm at its peak longer than would normally be possible. Whether he realized it or not, Gregg ensured that the orgasm Brenda just had would be one of the all-time best in her life.

Emily released Gregg’s cock from her mouth and rested her head on his thigh, panting for breath. Chad continued a slow, steady fucking in and out of the near-limp girl that kept her shaking and twitching with post-orgasmic spasms as she struggled to remain conscious. Across the room, Brenda showed that her aversion for the taste of cum did not extend to girl-cum and she was eagerly kissing and licking Jenny’s lips and chin. Jenny and Brenda held each other’s heads tightly in their hands and Gregg knew that tonight wouldn’t be a one-time adventure for either girl.

Gradually the room settled down, and every one sat silently, waiting for someone to take charge or make the next move. The unspoken command was clear to everyone: “Next!” The first one to get up was Jenny who stood from between Brenda’s legs and walked over beside the chair. She ran her fingers through Gregg’s hair as he reached around to stroke her smooth asscheek. Jenny had been fantasizing about this moment since she saw Gregg in his swimsuit.

Gregg now found himself in the same somewhat uncomfortable situation as Chad had earlier. He knew the girls had already planned on swapping, but it was quite another matter to be looking Chad in the face…even with the guy’s cock still buried to the hilt inside Emily. Chad picked up on Gregg’s dilemma and imitating Gregg in as official and serious a tone he could manage, he said “Go for it.” Everyone laughed, and all the tension in the room, if there really was any, left.

Chad pulled out of Emily, his cock hard and shiny with her juices. Emily stood and rubbed her almost bald slit as she watched the room adjust. Jenny pulled Gregg over to the couch and had him sit down with his ass right at the edge. Facing away from him, she straddled his legs and positioned his cock at her pussy’s entrance. Emily watched, sure that his giant cock was going to rip the girl apart. Gregg grabbed her small asscheeks in his hands to steady her as she worked his cockknob into her opening. Once the crown slipped in, her entire body tensed up. She tried desperately not to move, especially not lower. Excitement and fear suddenly battled for dominance. Her eyes were closed, either in pleasure or in concentration – perhaps both. She didn’t make a sound, she just breathed heavily through her nose and mouth. If she weren’t fully aware of what the girl was feeling, Emily would have thought she sounded like she was giving birth.

While Gregg and Jenny were getting into position, Chad had taken Brenda’s hand and gentlemanly pulled her up from the couch and lay her in the middle of the floor on her back. He lay between her legs and they kissed passionately. Brenda reached down and Chad lifted his hips so she could guide him into her waiting snatch. Once the tip was centered, Brenda grabbed Chad’s cheek and pulled him in until he was resting fully on top of her. His cock entered her as easily as if greased, but her muscles clamped down hard, locking his cock in her velvet vice. Once they eased into a mutually satisfying, but unhurried, rhythm, Brenda locked her legs around Chad’s waist and they both turned so they were cheek-to-cheek and watched the show above them on the couch.

Slowly, Jenny became accustomed to Gregg’s impossible thickness and began to slide up and down in ever-so-small movements. More and more she began to take Gregg’s cock inside her. Jenny’s face was a mask of concentration: her eyes were closed tight, her lips were compressed, and her brow furrowed. The muscles in her legs were tense and her arms were shaking with the effort of holding herself up over Gregg’s chest. Gregg was tweaking her pleasure, sending small waves through her every time she sank just a little bit lower. It didn’t take much and soon Jenny’s body was shaking in mini-orgasms as she slowly got filled up. When she knew she just couldn’t go any lower, she looked between her legs and saw that Gregg still had another two or three inches to spare. That though alone sent another small orgasm through her body.

With the girl’s feet still planted on the floor, Gregg grabbed her firmly around her waist and began lifting and dropping her, making her body slide up and down the length of his cock. With her cute blonde curls and slim figure that Gregg was almost able to completely encircle with his hands, Jenny looked like a life-sized fuck doll being used for Gregg’s pleasure. Realizing she didn’t need to support her weight anymore, Jenny brought her hands around front and with both hands rubbed furiously at her clit which was already rubbing wonderfully against the giant cock buried in her tight crevice.

Gregg was definitely having fun playing with the girl’s body. There was no animalistic lust like with Heather or with Emily. At the awkward angle he was holding her, Gregg’s arms started getting tired. Letting her lean back against his chest, Jenny’s head rested on his shoulder so they were cheek-to-cheek and her weight was spread out along his torso. She lifted her legs up and Gregg grabbed her beneath her knees. He flexed his hips and began fucking in and out of her. She turned her head to kiss and moan against his cheek while his huge cock sawed in and out between her legs. For the most part, she was held motionless while Gregg did all the work.

Beneath them on the floor, Chad was fucking Brenda in earnest. The sight of her petite friend being filled with that tremendous cock was an incredible turn-on. Chad’s cock pounded into her pussy while they held tightly onto each other. Brenda’s cunt was a little looser than Jenny’s, but it was just as pleasurable to fuck. In fact, he was getting an additional thrill feeling the girl’s large breasts shimmy and shake against his chest in time to his thrusts.

Emily, leaning against the closed TV cabinet opposite the couch refused to be left out of the fun any longer. She removed her hands from her slit which she had been rubbing furiously and approached the two couples. She knelt down and tapped Chad on the shoulder. Brenda loosened her grip on him and he arched his back and supported himself on outstretched arms. He pulled his upper torso away from Brenda, but he never missed a stroke. Brenda saw what the girl wanted and opened up her arms to guide Emily in. Emily straddled Brenda’s head facing Chad. Brenda’s arms snaked around Emily’s hips and gently pulled down on the girl’s ass until she had spread her legs enough so that her dripping quim was hovering right over Brenda’s face.

Brenda lifted her head the last half-inch and thrust her surprisingly long tongue as far as she could into Emily. Emily squealed in delight as the girl below her explored every inch of her womanly depths. Her pleasure spiked again when she felt Chad’s lips latch onto one of rock-hard nipples. She leaned forward slightly so he didn’t have to strain his neck and she held onto his head in part for balance and also in pleasure.

The room was awash in the sounds of sex. Groans, male and female, mingled with the smacking sound of flesh on flesh. Gregg found that his position with Jenny limited the speed with which he could fuck her and he desperately wanted to let loose. For her part, Jenny couldn’t care less. Gregg’s huge cock was thrusting into her deeper than any other she’d experienced and his wide girth was rubbing deliciously against her engorged clit. She lost all track of time and space as she erupted in orgasm after orgasm.

Jenny was brought back to reality when she felt Gregg cease his thrusting and grab her firmly around her waist and chest with his strong arms. Suddenly Gregg stood, still holding her firmly against his torso, still keeping her fully impaled on his cock, and he turned around, lowering her so her feet again touched the ground. She fell forward and rested her hands on the couch. Gregg spread his legs wide so his hips were at the same height as Jenny’s. Gripping her firmly by the waist again, Gregg began a much faster, much more intense pounding rhythm. Jenny’s orgasms returned almost immediately. Gregg’s hips smacked noisily off Jenny’s ass and her flesh rippled with each resounding smack. Her groans became squeaks and yelps as she struggled to remain standing.

Below them a chain reaction burst. Chad’s furious pounding into Brenda’s pussy soon sent him over the edge. His lips clamped down hashly on Emily’s nipple as his seed burst from his driving cock. Emily threw her head back in pleasure as her vaginal muscles clamped down around Brenda’s tongue, flooding her face with her sweet cream. The feel of fluids spraying deep within her cunt and washing over her face sent Brenda into a sensory overload that exploded throughout her entire body.

Gregg’s hips became a blur as he pounded into Jenny’s cunt as fast as he could. Sweat dripped down his face and his lean, muscled body shone in the room’s lamp light. Jenny’s body was flush pink and her blonde curls were matted to her face and neck. Gregg pulled back on her hips so hard that she was afraid her feet were going to leave the ground again…but she didn’t care. Gregg was past the point of no return and he howled his release. Every muscle in his body tightened as he thrust as deep into Jenny as he could, each thrust timed to a spurt of cum spraying deep inside her. Jenny held onto consciousness by the thinnest threads, her body unable to respond to any more pleasure. If Gregg hadn’t had such a firm grip on her waist, she would have collapsed to the ground.

Finally Gregg finished cumming. He looked like a bucket of water had been dumped over his head. Jenny was a wet rag of a doll, limply hanging from his cock, held at her waist by his hands. Gently he lowered her to the floor, and she shuddered as he pulled his slimy cock from her depths. She curled into a fetal position, sobbing softly to herself, her hands gingerly rubbing her raw cunt.

Gregg was scared he had hurt her in his excitement. He knelt beside her and brushed the wet strands of hair from her forehead, concern written all over his face. “Jenny, I’m…I’m sorry…I…” But he wasn’t allowed to finish that thought. Jenny spun quickly and grabbed his head, drawing on some last reserve of strength, and kissed him fiercely. They finally broke apart when they became aware of the applause, hoots, and hollers of delight coming from behind them. Apparently the trio on the floor had watched the final act and were voicing their approval. Jenny smiled weakly at Gregg and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

Emily stood up from the floor. “Gregg, I think we better put her to bed.” Gregg nodded his agreement and lifted her up in his arms. He couldn’t believe how light she was as he followed Emily into the bedroom. She pulled the comforter and most of the pillows off the bed and Gregg gently placed Jenny in the center, kissing her on the forehead before he stood up, pulling the sheet to cover her naked form.

To his surprise, Emily folded herself into his arms, pulling his head down for a kiss. It wasn’t a kiss like those during the game. It was serious and full of complex layers of meaning. It was filled with desire, sadness, affection, and love. She pulled back and looked into his eyes – eyes filled with innocence and wonder, and a tear ran down her cheek.

Caught up in the moment himself, Gregg wasn’t prepared when Emily’s fist punched into his gut while her other hand wiped away the tear. Gregg grunted more in surprise than pain “What was that for?!”

“That’s for turning me into a weepy little girl.” She hugged herself back against his chest and purred as he folded his arms back around her. “Sorry. I just…kind of…reacted. I’m trying not to think about how much I’m going to miss you.” Gregg felt the same way and he hugged her tighter to let her know. She stepped back from his embrace and held him at arms’ length. “Okay, enough of this drama.” She sniffed one last time and took a deep breath. “I’ve fulfilled my promise and now you can go home to Heather with a clean conscious.” She glanced into the other room where Chad and Brenda were still lying on the floor naked, talking and caressing each other. “But you know…” she said looking down at his half-hard cock, “I’ll bet Brenda would feel left out if she didn’t get a chance to take this for a ride…”