The Gathering

Chapter 31 - August 13, 1999


Marilyn woke up at 8:37 to find that Dutch and Rosa had left during the
night. They had left her a note, thanking her for all she had done to
make their stay a pleasant one; and said they hoped to see her again in
the near future.

She checked on Marcie and Evie and discovered they had not come home,
before remembering they had called the day before and asked permission
to stay overnight at Tucker's. She smiled to herself and started to
make coffee, poured some cereal into a bowl and had her breakfast. As
she was doing the dishes the phone rang. She flipped the dishtowel to
one side of the sink and went to answer the phone.

It was her old friend Mary, and Mary wanted to talk, so Marilyn hit the
speaker button, told her she was on the speaker and returned to drying
the breakfast dishes.

"Marilyn?"

"Yeah, don't worry, I'm alone. I just need to move around while
we talk, so go on."

"Um, I've met someone, Marilyn."

"That girl from the office?"

"No, not her, someone totally unexpected. I mean . . . well, we met
at the supermarket, actually in the produce section, and . . ."

Marilyn interrupted, "Can you get to the point?"

"Sorry. Okay we met and hit it off instantly. We left our carts where
they were and went for a cup of coffee. Twenty minutes later we were in
a motel. Can you believe it?"

"Stranger things have happened, believe me, but go on, I want all the
details."

"Okay, okay. Anyway, we got to the room and after a tight hug we got
kind of shy with one another. I mean, I wanted to kiss her, but
couldn't bring myself to do it."

"So she kissed you, right?"

"Yes! How did you know?"

"Someone had to start it, didn't they?"

"Mmmmm, that's right, that's right. So what happened was she
asked me if she could kiss me and I said, no - I nodded yes. Oh,
Marilyn, it was such a lovely kiss, long and tender and passionate. And
when it was over I started to undress her, and as I lowered her jeans,
I said, ""I never thought I'd be doing this."

And she said, "Me neither."

I recall lifting my foot out of my jeans as she lowered the toilet lid
and sat on it."
"Wait a minute; the two of you are in the toilet?"
"Umm, yeah, we, err, checked the place out first, you know, for
roaches and stuff, and we ended up in the bathroom."

"Peas in a pod," Marilyn said and let Mary continue.

"What? Anyway I sat on her lap and we started kissing again, little
pecks at first and then I sent my tongue into her mouth. When our
tongues touched it was incredibly magical, my spine actually tingled.
We held each other tight, and eventually, I opened her blouse and
peeled it off. She was not wearing a bra and her breasts were simply
gorgeous, perhaps they were a little smaller then mine but they were
lovely all the same."

"You're doing well with your description, Mary. In fact you've
made me a bit horny and if you don't mind I'm going to start
playing with myself as you continue."

"I don't mind at all, in fact I'm already fingering myself,
although not too fast, I want this to take a while."

"That's fine with me. Anyway, she pulled my shirt off . . . I
can't begin to tell you how good it felt."

"How good what felt?"

"Oh, sorry, the material of my shirt as it brushed over my
breasts."

Mary began to giggle. "She had these tiny goose bumps on her areoles,
and when I cupped her breasts the nipples rose up under my palm. And
suddenly she was nibbling on mine. Oh, Lord she was so tender. My
husband is incapable of such tenderness. Well I countered by pulling
lightly on her nipples with one hand, while caressing her face with the
other."

"Your powers of description are excellent," Marilyn said,
interjecting and continuing with, "I can feel the first signs of an
orgasm and by the way, I had a terrific time last with my ex-husband
and his fiancée."

"Your ex is back in town?"

"Was, they left for LA this morning; at least I think they did."

Mary forgot her story for the moment and asked, "How did he look, all
bloated, maybe 50 pounds heavier?"

"On the contrary, he's in great shape. I went down on him while we
were in the restaurant. "

"You didn't!"

"I went down on her too, same place," Marilyn giggled.

"My God, have you no shame?"

"What does shame have to do with it?"

"I mean . . . in public and all."

"As far as I know there were no witnesses except my ex and Rosa, his
fiancée."

"Oh." Mary sounded disappointed at this, apparently having wished
that others would have enjoyed watching Marilyn, "Well it probably
wouldn't have bothered you at all anyway."

"By the way," Marilyn asked, "What's this woman's name?"

"Victoria and I think she's beautiful."

"How old is she?"

"Maybe 33, possibly a year older, I mean, we talked a little, but I
honestly don't recall a single thing wee said and that's so unlike
me. Normally, you know, I can quote a conversation back verbatim and .
. ."

"I'm cooling off, Mary. Get back to the dirty details, please."

"Where was I?"

"Into breast play," Marilyn said and sounded bored.

"Yes, well after considerable toying with one another, Victoria, I
now call her Vicki, pulled away and looked at me for a minute. Well you
know how self-conscious I am, so it comes as no surprise that I blushed
from head to toe and probably went a lot redder when she knelt down and
pulled my pantyhose off with her teeth."

"Now that's a vivid scene I wish had been videotaped."

"Me too," Mary said, obviously relishing the retelling. "She
started to lick my toes, one by one. I can't begin to tell you how
aroused I'd become."

"You don't have too, I'm quite wet myself just listening to
you."

"I hate to admit it, but I am very excited myself. I've been
touching my cunny for the last couple minutes now."

"We may get off together on this story of sexual debauchery,"
Marilyn giggled.

When she stopped licking and sucking on my toes I balanced myself and
removed my underwear. Vicki stared at my cunny and said, "You know,
I've never done this before."

"I know," I said, and let my hand rest on her shoulder. And suddenly
she reached out grabbing my rear-end and pulled me close so that her
face was resting against my belly. Her tongue darted into my navel and
I almost came from the sensation. I had to kiss her and so I hauled
Vicki to her feet and embraced her. We shared a long, hard kiss before
I returned to her breasts, and drew the entire center into my mouth;
gently flicking my tongue across the stiffened tip causing Vicki to
shake perversely until she swooned with delight. Then I laid her
spread-eagled on the bed. I did have a thought about tying her to the
posts, but rejected it as being too early in the game for either of
us."

 Marilyn interrupted, "Have you done that before?"

"Ummm, yes, with my husband. I was always the one tied up. It seemed
to excite him because instead of wham, bam, thank you mum, he'd come
three times and eat me as well."

"Go on."

I moved downward to her bushy thatch and discovered she was wet and
trembling with anticipation.

"Have you ever?" I asked her. Vicki nodded and said, "No,
never."
And so tweaking a nipple to distract her, I lowered my face and sucked
her slightly gooey cunt hairs into my mouth, rejoicing in the rich,
thick taste of it. I tell you Marilyn, I just couldn't seem to get
enough of it and hurried on to her glistening slit.
"What technique were you using?" Marilyn asked as she slid her
fingers in and out at a faster pace.
"Oh, my tongue, of course. I slid it from bottom to top and back
again, lapping up as much of her sweet warm froth as I could. And when
Vicki moaned I paused to momentarily suck hertightly tiny clit into my
mouth. Vicki was mine from that momnet on. I sent my tongue directly
into her, putting an end to all the preliminary licking and sucking
about on the labia. I mean she was wet enough and already open enough
to allow my tongue to get in there."
"And how was this . . . first taste?" Marilyn panted her orgasm
just seconds away.
 "It was sheer bliss. I know my hands were trembling as they caressed
her flanks. Her hands were on me as well, on my head; my face and my
neck, or at least the back of my neck, urging me on. When Vicki felt a
repeat of my feathery caress across her clitoris, her entire body
shivered with intense pleasure."
"Yes!" she cried out, "That feels so . . ."

I never let her finish. I pushed on relentlessly, exploring her sex
ever so slowly, enjoying the soft texture and firm resilience of her
petal like labia. I actually took the time to pull on each of her
dampened lips, tugging them gently outward and caused her to groan
loudly.

"Did you smell her?" Marilyn asked, frigging herself furiously, her
own climax hovering.

"Yes, her scent was becoming more and more evident. I knew Vicki's
entire being was caught up in a delicious cloud of arousal."

"God!" she cried out, "I've never felt anything so wonderful!"

I laughed, for her breath was coming in unsteady hisses by this point
and her hips were beginning to grind upwards in a lewd, fucking motion.


I kissed the tiny little nub that was her clit, momentarily sucked it
between my lips before moving back to her puffy labia. Vicki moaned
loudly and writhed against me. I planted a series of wet, sloppy kisses
and sucked the warm flesh of her cunny, causing her hips to shiver.

Finally sliding down between her legs, I settled in to devour her
pussy. By this time Vicki was making strange sounds, her breath was
shallow and quick. So was mine for that matter, but the strange thing
is everything seemed to be in slow motion during this period.

I maneuvered my body around so she could have at me too and when I felt
her tongue licking my labia, I was overcome with emotion. I hate to say
this, but I enjoyed that moment more than I did my entire time with
you. I only say this because I was so frightened all the while you made
love to me that although I had several cataclysmic orgasms, this was
more sensuous, more exhilarating, and more erotic and so when I finally
came, it was like nothing I'd ever dreamed of.

There we were, sticky and sweaty, hugging and kissing like there's no
tomorrow and I recall thinking that perhaps there wasn't. Vicki
started to finger me and I urged her to try to put her entire hand in
me.

"Is that possible?" she asked.

"Yes it is," I said. "It would be perfectly all right if your
hand burst through my back."

"That's not possible," Vicki replied.

Laughing insanely, I replied, "I know, but you could try."

And then her fingers were pushing into me. I can still feel them."

"I'm coming!" Marilyn shouted into the phone. "Keep talking,
keep talking, oh . . . its soooo good!"

"Um, err, well I gripped her head; pulled her hair; and held on for
dear life because I wanted to make that orgasm last and last and last.
My cunny and her hand were one; slick, wet and firmly entwined."

"Oh shit! Oh Shit!" Marilyn exclaimed roaring through her climax.

"This is so exciting," Mary gushed. "I love the fact I'm making
you come, Marilyn."

Marilyn purred contentedly into the phone.

"Well Vicki had me on the edge . . . as I pounded back at her with a
primal rhythm. I remember my head wrenching back as I pushed hard and
her entire hand lurched into me, a finger, maybe two, right on the
G-spot. Everything went black. Had I died and gone to heaven? I don't
know. What I do know is that when I recovered her hand had left me and
I was all a tingle with varied sensations."

"She fisted you?"

"Is that what it's called? Well I guess so. Vicki was kind enough
to let me come down a little before giving me a sign that she'd like
similar treatment and of course I complied. After all, my fingers were
hungry too. I was surprised at her wetness, I played with her, perhaps
half an hour passed as I fingered her--- three was all I could manage
to insert in her tight box --- but what a marvelous clit she had and I
sucked on it for the entire time, bringing her to one climax after
another."

Mary was lost in her reverie now, having forgotten that Marilyn was on
the other end of the phone. "Then we began kissing with renewed
fervor. Vicki's thin lips, demure early on, were now swollen and
trying to devour mine. Oh, I tell you, Marilyn, what privilege women
can give. I covered her with my body, my kisses, my hands and my twat.
And the way, the most remarkable way she moved her hips when my hands
and mouth roamed to certain places was sheer loveliness . . . an art
form. And her cries of satisfaction caused me to have yet another
orgasm.

Marilyn was recovering from her climax and polite enough to ask, "It
sounds like you two were made for each other. Will you be seeing her
again?"

"But of course! But she's also married and so there are problems on
when and where we can get together."

"My place is available to the two of you, at least occasionally."

"Why thank you, Marilyn. I appreciate that."

"And there are always motels."

Expensive, we have to watch our pennies."

"And the van."

"Yes, the van. I'd forgotten."

"And a hundred other places, including your homes when your
significant others are absent."

"Yes, yes, that's right."

"Use your head, there are plenty of places to get together."

"Oh, Marilyn thanks for listening and for all the good advice. I love
you so."

"Anytime you want to give me a lick and a hug I'm available."

"Okay, sure, I've been meaning to bring that subject up, but you
can't have Victoria."

"I understand. Now I've got to go. My girls are late and I'm
going to check on them."

***

But fourteen-year-old, Evie and fifteen-year-old, Marci were past the
point of needing to be checked on. That morning, Tucker had escorted
them to a friend's indoor pool and was watching as Evie reached
behind her back and released the catch to her bikini top. The huge
bulge in his swimming trucks would have been discernible to the casual
viewer from a city block away. But there were only the three of them
cavorting around now; Tucker's friend having left for a business
appointment without having sampled either girl. He had promised to
return as quickly as possible, but the girls were impatient to start
and readily began without him.

Evie, giggling like the adolescent she was, held her top at arms length
to her side then let it drop to the side of the pool.  Her skimpy thong
bottom soon followed.  Tucker's eyes traveled from her medium sized
breasts to her freshly shaven pussy.

"So here I am, Mr. Tucker the fucker."

He smiled at her and placed his thumbs inside the top of his red
Speedo's.

"I'm all here too," he said, "Wanna see?"

Giggling, Evie nodded.

He turned to Marcie who lay on a lounge chair some four feet away.
"Are you all right with this?"

"Go for it big guy," she said smiling and with a strictly feminine
gesture, quickly removed her own top, revealing a luscious, medium
sized pair of breasts.

His hands plunged downward; carrying the red Speedos with them and his
huge, eleven inch phallus sprang up against his belly after being
released from confinement.

"Ewe, Evie shrieked, "it's bigger than last time I saw it!"

He shook it at her and caused the young girl to flinch.

"Well before we get too far into things . . ."

"Into things?" she said her eyes sparking mischievously.

"Mmmm, like this  . . ." Tucker whispered and lightly pressed his
mouth to hers. Evie's lips parted and his tongue flickered in between
them, grazing hers. Evie trembled slightly as he moved hungrily into
the deeper recesses of her mouth. Then she was sucking feverously on
him.

Marcie watched almost entranced, as the kiss went on and on. The two
mouths ground against each other in an almost painful manner.
Marcie's hand slipped down into the bottom of her bathing suit and
clenched her pubic hair trying to stem the heat pouring from her pussy.

Tucker decided to move on and breaking the kiss, moved downward, and
Evie moaned softly as his lips glided over the tops of her pliant
breasts. And then he moved up again nuzzling at her throat before
asking, "Want me to stop?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Mmmm, no, but maybe we should slow down a little, what do you
think?"

"Well, I think about sex, you know, all the time."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, c'mon, you saw us last night."

He had seen them last night, going at it like frenzied rabbits. Using
one variation after another while he had watched because to had to
visit a female client later in the evening and had to be ready to serve
her needs.

"I did, indeed. The two of you were remarkable, insatiable."

"What's insatiable mean?"

"Hmmm, I guess very hard to satisfy."

"I was satisfied quite a few times. Hey Marcie, were you satisfied
last night?"

Marcie halted her fingering, frowned and looked puzzled.

"Last night," Evie said, "did you come or what?"

"Oh . . . yeah, several times sweetie." Marcie averted her eyes and
allowed her hand to slip under to tight bikini and down to her mons.

"See? She said, "She came several times and I came a zillion
times."

"What I meant," Tucker said with a broad smile on his face as he
saw what Marcie was doing out of the corner of his eye, "Was that
insatiable means you want more, even after you come. You're not
satisfied but need it to happen again and again."

"Like a greedy slut?"

"You could put it that way."

Evie nodded in understanding and twisted her fingers in his hair and
kissed him again, making excited little sounds in her throat as her
tongue flickered over his gums. When the kiss melted away she said
matter of factly, "I love it when she plays with them," holding her
breasts up for his inspection. Her pert nipples pointed at the sky as
Tucker gazed down upon them.

"They're some beautiful tits you have there,' he said, his voice
already husky with lust.

Marcie was slowly circling her clitoris with her thumb, the material of
her bottom bikini revealed a small wet spot that loomed larger by the
minute.

"Have you played with lots and lots of titties?" Evie inquired, wanting
to feel his hands on her.

"Depends on what you mean by lots," He said cupping one of her
magnificent breasts and tweaking its nipple with his thumb.

She moaned softly and Tucker was positive he heard a similar moan from
Marcie.

"Six or more," Evie said as she caught her breath, and then hissed with
satisfaction when he gently squeezed the stiffened nipple.

"So how old are you, Tucker?"

"What do you think?" he smiled at her.

"Maybe . . . twenty-seven?" Her hand lay on his chest and she slowly
let one finger circle his nipple.

"Very close. I'll be Twenty-six in two months." He shifted his weight,
trying to get comfortable, but his erection kept growing and without
releasing it from its confined cover, comfort was out of the question.

"Ewe, you're like twelve years older than me."

"Does that bother you?" he asked, nonchalantly rolling her nipple
between his thumb and forefinger.

She sucked in her breath. "God . . . I love that. Can you suck on them
for me?"

"That would be a pleasure," he said bending to suckle her left tit. In
turn Evie cradled his head in her hand, teasing his hair and lightly
caressing his forehead with her fingers.

Perhaps a minute passed before he switched to the other breast. Evie
sighed contentedly. And from the lounge chair where Marcie lay
sprawled, legs akimbo, her hand making a bulge in the front of her
obviously dampened bikini, Tucker heard the faint sound of squishing
and knew her fingers were probing the depths of her cunt.

Knowing everyone was highly aroused; Tucker sent his left hand down to
Evie's belly.

"You have a plan, do you?" Evie asked with another giggle.

"Mmmm, always," he answered.

"Want to tell me?"

"It involves fingers and maybe a tongue."

"Oho, and what about this salami in your Speedos. Isn't that coming
out to play too?"

He nipped her breast she moaned softly. "You know damn well it is.
The question is can you handle it?"

"I think I can," she said matter-of-factly.

"Hmmmm?" He asked, as if doubting her ability to accept his length and
girth without great difficulty; and continued slurping away at her
turgid bud.

"How many other girls have you had?"

"Hey, I don't kiss and tell, and two, I really don't know."

"Lots?"

"Yeah, of course lots. Women pay me to . . . service them. Satisfied?"

"Mmmmmm, no, but if you kiss me again I might forgive you," she
murmured without pouting.

He kissed her neck and sucked hard enough to leave a large hickey. Then
he found her hungry mouth and their tongues sparred until she sent a
load of saliva into his mouth and ending up laughing so hard she had to
terminate the kiss.

"Did you leave a mark?" She asked, but didn't sound concerned about it.

"Probably."

"I owe you one then," she smiled at him and her eyes glittered with
passion.

Tucker lowered his face to her tits and sampled the one on his right
while bringing his hand to a point just above her pussy. Evie seized
his hand and pressed it against her cunt.

"Yes! That's nice," she purred.

A moment later she added, "Jesus, I LOVE it when you do that."

"What?"

"Bite them."

He bit the other one.

"Ughhhhh!"

After a second or two she began licking his ear. He shivered at the wry
sensation it caused and when Evie ceased playing with his ear, he moved
next to hers and whispered, "Tit for tat," and teased her ear with
the tip of my tongue, causing Evie to shiver in turn.

"I like that," she said. "I like you. You make me feel . . ."

"Horny?"

"Among other things."

"You know, for a young chick you're very bright and perceptive
about things."

"Is that a complement?"

"Yes"

Laughing, she kissed the tip of his nose and then raised her hips high
enough to allow Tucker to peel the bikini bottoms from her and toss
then aside.

He gazed at her young pussy.

"Think it's pretty?"

"Your pussy is adorable," he said and meant it. For Tucker truly loved
women and women seemed to care a great deal about him; and not only
because he was so well endowed, but possibly because he so readily
identified with them in so many areas.

Casually Tucker let a finger drift along her outer folds.

Evie shivered again.

Using his depth perception, Tucker witnessed Marcie's climax and
watched as she came and then slumped down onto the chaise lounge
gasping for breath. He tried not to stare at her, but still observed
her hand withdrawing from the bikini and going to her mouth to taste
her fluids. And then Evie undulated her lithe hips and said, "Mmmm, I'm
so hot baby! Please don't keep me waiting."

"Okay," he said and sent his middle finger into her saturated slit.

She moaned softly and tightened her thighs as if to capture his finger
in her forever.

Tucker sniffed as he always did at this point in a seduction, Evie was
giving off an unmistakable odor now, and it drove him wild. He explored
her pussy after wresting his finger free from her tight confines and
holding her open with the fingers of his left hand, his right  moved up
to her clitoral area, but didn't touch it, then down to within an
inch of her coral colored opening. Her hips began to churn as he sent a
finger back into her eliciting a quiet moan and she started calling his
name out, softly at first and then louder, over and over again.

"Tucker! Tucker! Tucker!"

"Relax and let me be really nice to you, okay Evie?"

"Okay," she murmured and closed her eyes relaxing against him.

Slowly, he continued working a finger in and out of her cunt, while
still nuzzling at her breast. Eventually he moved to her throat and
licked downward until reaching the valley between her breasts.

"Ohhhhhh!"

"Nice?"

"Mmmmm, yeah."

"Feeling good?"

"Heavenly . . . Tucker?"

"Hmmm?" he groaned while licking the bottom of her creamy right boob.

"You can do me anytime now."

"Mmmmm, you're not ready yet."

"I'm not?"

"No, I've got to eat you some first."

"Oh, Tucker, you are soooo sweet. I could eat you up."

"I think you'll have that opportunity in a while."

She giggled and looked around for Marcie. She found her squatting on
the first step of the pool; slowly lowering her pussy into the coolness
of the pool's blue waters.

Giggling, Evie said, "Ewe, this nasty stuff has got me soooo hot," as
his finger lightly brushed over her clit, causing her to clutch both
breasts with her hands and moan.

Panting with desire, Evie gasped, "Again! Do it again!"

He nipped at her breast and ran his thumb over her engorged clit twice
in succession.

Evie howled.

He finger-fucked her for a moment and then lightly brushed across her
clit again. Evie reached out and found him; and clutching him tightly
in her hand tried to jerk him off, but the tightness of his Speedos
prevented her from accomplishing very much other than giving him a good
squeezing.

He twisted a finger into her incredible wetness as her hips bumped up
and down. And then he decided to set the mood for eating her and he
initiated a light massaging of the area between her navel and pubic
hair, abandoning her clitoris for the time being.

While Evie thoroughly enjoyed this aspect of his lovemaking, she wanted
her climax and tried to hurry him along. But Tucker was patient,
knowing full well that her climax would be one of prodigious size if he
took his time with her.

He sought and located her mouth, slid his tongue inside as she keened
in pleasure and then upset his plans by rolling over and into the pool,
pulling him in with her.
They sank to the bottom and as they rose to the surface, Evie deftly
peeled his Speedos off and let them sink slowly to the bottom of the
pool.

EVIE - pool- 10 (Evie holding tucker)
Shrieking with childish glee, she clasped his giant member in her hand,
or at least tried to -- her hand couldn't fully encircle him; and
squeezed it as tightly as she could manage. As he laughed at her
efforts she pouted with feigned anger. A mischievous glint appeared in
her eyes and she compelled his erection to go downward between his
legs. When she let go, his erection wobbled back to its upright
position instead of springing back in its customary style.
Marcie sat on the first step of the pool watching them intently.
"Give him a good blowjob, Evie!" She called out as Tucker's hand
searched out Evie's slit and worked his finger back into her.
Slipping deeper into the water, Evie guided his cock to her open lips.
Tucker gasped from the incredible sensations he felt in the sensitive
nerve endings surrounding his corona as the young nymph's mouth
closed over the tip of his prick and swathed his flesh with her tongue.

His hands involuntarily grasped her head but she took his hands in hers
and pulled them away; permitting her tongue work it's magic over the
head of his massive erection.

He knew full well Evie could never accept his thickness in her mouth.
Marcie could, he thought, in fact, already had, but Evie could
definitely get him into her pussy, if she really tried. Then he
wondered if the pool was the right place to try.

And then incredibly as they sank toward the bottom of the pool, she
managed to accept almost half of his enormous prick down her throat.
Fearing the worst, Tucker panicked and struggled to bring them both
back to the surface. In the process his erection lost a great deal of
its girth; and as they broke the surface of the water and filled their
lungs with air, she laughed, and shouted to Marcie, "I did it! I did
it! Marcie!"

Tucker was laughing too, "Yeah, she sure did, Marcie. I still don't
believe it!"

Then he dove between her legs and pressed his face into her pussy. Evie
screeched delightedly and submerged her face to see what he was doing
he began moving his tongue up and down her vulva, probing a little
deeper each time. Evie clasped a hand to her breast and a second later
a stream of bubbles issued forth from her mouth as she moaned in
pleasure.

Looking on from above, Marcie experienced a sharp twinge of jealousy,
but quickly overcame it realizing that she would have all the sex she
wanted in just a few minutes. Still her hand dropped to her pussy and
her nimble fingers parted her silken folds and slid into her wet, murky
gash.

Tucker left off for a moment to gather more air into his lungs; then
returned to Evie's delectable cunt. This time as his tongue tortured
her labia, Evie tried to take control by tensing the inner surface of
her thighs and pulling on her mons with her fingers and thereby
allowing her to control the pace of the stimulation; she trying to
hurry her climax --- he to keep it at arms length.

He needed more air and came up again and as she held on to the edge of
the pool he dove between her legs again, located her clit and rolled
his tongue over its tiny shaft. The sounds of her cries were muffled to
Tucker, but not to Marcie who signaled Evie to work her way over to the
pool's steps. She did and Tucker blindly followed. Evie wound up on
the third step and still underwater, Tucker's tongue made its way
into her center, Evie began moan joyously and thrashed her head from
side to side. Finding that he needed more air, Tucker jammed a finger
into Evie's cunt and came up to fill his lungs again. Evie threw her
arms around his neck and they enjoyed a short, but torrid kiss while
sinking slowly to the bottom of the shallow end of the pool.

She savored the taste of herself on his tongue and her desire
heightened - she now desperately needed his huge cock inside her.
Evie wrapped her legs around his thighs trying in vain to work his
enormous tool into her young, unstretched snatch.

Only Tucker had other ideas, and reinserted his middle finger into her
once again. Her eyes and mouth flew open, forcing her to the surface as
he twisted his finger around while plunging it in and out.

"Tucker! Tucker!" She gasped as soon as she'd broken the surface and
gulped some air. She was still humping his finger and pouted in
consternation on seeing Marcie, hands on knees, laughing uproariously
at her antics. He added a second finger and Evie began to emit a soft
mewing sound.

"It's never, ever been close to this good!" She purred and covered his
hand with hers. "Please, faster! Do it faster!" She pleaded.

Tucker refused, actually slowed down and even pulled out only to place
several feather light touches around but not on her clit.
And as the kiss ended, they rose to about a foot under the surface,
where Tucker began to suck on Evie's gumdrop tipped nipples.
Fortunately they were in the shallow end and both were able to stand
and take air as necessary. With great reluctance, Tucker released her
nipple from his mouth, giving it a sharp nip in parting. With a quick
movement that took evie completely by surprise, Tucker reached in under
her ass and strummed her clit. When he moved his hand away, it was to
sink two and then three fingers into her percolating pussy.
Once again Evie furiously humped his fingers, only to roar out at the
loss as he suddenly pulled his fingers away. Evie's ass followed his
hand, unwilling to let him escape. But her eyes widened in surprise as
he replaced the longed for fingers with the hard, stiff heat of his
cock, as it slipped between Evie's ass cheeks, insinuating itself in
the thickened flaps of her cunt.
Evie sucked in her breath, caught by surprise as the moment had finally
arrived. And then it was her turn to surprise Tucker. For as he
prepared to slowly wedge his blunt weapon into her, Evie's vaginal
canal expanded and stretched just enough to accept his wide-bodied
member. Once his rather large head got past the tight ring at the
entrance of her cuntal opening, things became a little easier. Evie was
assisted a great deal by a gushing torrent of juices, which provided
ample lubrication for his penetration.
As she grasped the situation and realized just how much of him now
filled her cunt she also noticed how wonderfully slippery and silky his
cock felt inside of her. And even more unbelievable was the heat
radiating from his cock. She could not believe how hot it was, not
quite scalding her inner tissues, but burning in an exquisite way as it
moved deeper into her tautly stretched vagina.
They had to surface and Marcie called out,"Is he in?"
"Fuck yeah!" Evie shouted back. "Way in!"
Tucker had to laugh, for he couldn't believe he'd had such an easy
time in penetrating her. And they sank down again and on hitting the
bottom Tucker urged his cock even deeper into her and Marcie heard
Evie's squeal through the water as his thick shaft surged into her
and they were forced to surface once again to replace the discharged
oxygen. Soon they were back on the bottom of the pool again, Tucker
holding Evie firmly in place as he gradually inched into her once
again.
Then Evie was coming! It was on her suddenly, she'd forgotten about
it so intent was her concentration of the fullness of him in her. But
there it was and it was huge. He was dislodged from her as they hit the
surface and gasped for air.
"OHHHHH!" she cried out, cupping her mons with both hands as if
searching for him.
Marcie was first to act. Evie was startled to see her lithe form flash
by, then turn and tread water next to her.
Evie stopped groping around hoping to locate Tucker's cock, which was
close, but to one side; and made directly for Marcie's cunt. Marcie
opened her thighs and Evie planted a sexy kiss right on Marcie's
cunt. She followed this with a brief, but lascivious lick along
Marcie's labia and then they went up for air and found Tucker and his
incredible hardon waiting for them.

"Let's move over to the stairs at the shallow end," he said,
"It provides more flexibility to us and we won't be spending all
that time gulping for air."

"Yeah," Marcie giggled, delighted that Evie wanted to eat her,
"We can take turns gulping one another."

They all headed in for the steps and on reaching them, Tucker sat down
on the lowest, so that his head and shoulders were above the surface.
The girls settled in beside him. Evie immediately went down on Marcie,
blowing gently on her clit as Marcie shivered violently. Evie waited
for her to calm down and then softly rubbed Marcie's aching clittie
several times before moving lower to cover Marcie's vulva with her
mouth. Obviously from her response, Marcie thoroughly enjoyed this
action. Evie managed to get a good seal between her lips and Marcie's
your lips and cunt before starting to suck.

Marcie cried out in pure unadulterated joy.

Evie kept sucking and soon felt the results of her work. Marcie's
clitoris and smaller labia began to expand in her mouth. She licked
them with her tongue and caused Marcie's clit to swell to about three
times its normal size. Evie sucked harder and found she now had almost
all of Marcie's labia in her mouth as Marcie writhed against her.

Marcie's back arched, and she began to pant, her fingernails digging
into Evie's wrist and she exploded with her best orgasm of the day.

Tucker remained sitting on the step. His cock was ready to erupt, but
knowing women as he did, he kept his patience and waited for them to
come to him.

And they did, as Marcie emerged from her orgasmic reverie she heard
Tucker ask, "Now where were we?"

"Fuck me?" she pleaded when they made eye contact.

 "Oh, yeah, c'mere Marcie," he said brusquely and she shimmied
over to him. He moved behind her and entered her from that position.
Her cunt fairly gaped open after her fingering and frenching by Evie,
but Tucker was careful in that he only allowed about three or four
inches to penetrate her still very tight cunt.

Since his member was thickest at it mid-point, this meant that Marcie
experienced little to no discomfort from his size. As Evie looked on
with a bright smile on her face, Tucker held Marcie easily in place, a
hand at the very top of each thigh.

Marcie's auburn hair flared out, spreading along the surface like a
great plumage as he worked his thick appendage between her seemingly
eager labia.

Once again, Tucker paced himself, holding off from coming to early,
fully aware he had two young women to satisfy and knowing they would
each require several sessions with him to make them happy. And that was
including any action they decided to partake of with each other while
he recovered.

It occurred to him that he had been neglecting Evie for far too long
and so with some reluctance, he pried Marcie off his prodigious prick
and holding her upside down, he lowered her headfirst into the water.
She knew what was expected of her and grabbed him and placed him in her
mouth. Or at least three inches or so, as her auburn hair cascaded
downward and across her face. She took the head in her mouth and came
off it with such an erotic, wet, popping sound that Evie on hearing it
began to drool with envy.

To Tucker, Marcie's swollen, erogenous lips felt like a woman's
cunt -- wet, thick, and hot as they slid, back and forth along his
rigid shaft. She pulled back, and then started to bob her head up and
down. But Marcie had to come up for air, and after gasping several
times, filled her lungs and went under again; this time she knelt on
the floor of the pool and jerked him hard but not fast, the water
prevented that - and as she applied her special form of suction to
him, she reached down and rolled his balls around. The overall
technique did its job well. Marcie felt his scrotum tighten and knew he
was going to come soon.

Hurriedly, she urged him up the pool steps until both were mostly out
of the water.

"He's gonna come Evie," she gasped, "wanna share it?"

"Yeah! Yeah!" The younger girl almost shouted, and knelt beside
Marcie who still had Tucker in her hand jerking him off, now doing it
at a much faster pace.

 "Coming!" Tucker growled, his face already a grotesque grimace as
he forced his seed to explode in first Marcie's face and then
Evie's, thanks to Marcie's skillful direction of his heavy cock.
Marcie's face was covered with his first eruption, from her right
eyebrow to her chin; and Evie managed to take the second line of
ejaculate right on her protruding tongue.

Marcie kept jerking him off and to his credit, Tucker spewed several
more ropes of opaque sperm on each of them before he finished and sat
heavily on the top step to watch as Evie and Marcie kissed and
exchanged his seed from mouth to mouth, stopping only to replenish the
supply with Evie licking it from Marcie's face and devilishly
returning it to her with another series of French kisses.

Both girls were incredibly turned on. Evie had her hand between her
legs, rubbing her now fully exposed pinkish clit with two fingers.
Marcie was about to do the same, but Tucker had caught his breath and
picked her up by her calves, and threw her, sending her sprawling into
the pool, where she rose up sputtering.

"I'm going down on you, Marcie," he said and she grabbed the edge
of the pool to right herself as his head went between her legs and
converged upon her cunt. Tucker went right to her most sensitive parts,
the smaller lips, commonly called the labia minora, which was already
fully stimulated and engorged with blood.

As he drew on her and absorbs some of her bodily fluid, he found it
surprisingly sweet. Usually a woman tastes somewhat salty; as does most
men's semen. For it to have a sweet taste usually means the woman is
ovulating.

Marcie's thighs promptly clamped tightly around his head.
And only vaguely noticed that she was making high-pitched squealing
sounds, saying things like, "That's it! That's it! That's
it!"

It wasn't too long before Tucker hauled her body out of the pool and
carried her to the chaise lounge where he set her down and knelt
between her legs again.

Evie watched Marcie's stomach muscles flutter when Tucker's tongue
entered her again. Then she shuddered in anticipation and moaned,
"Please someone, touch me, please touch me!"

Ever the gentleman and cocksman supreme, Tucker wet his finger in
Marcie's gushing cunt and reached out to Evie, who promptly placed
her cunt where he could find it easily.

His timing was perfect. His finger slithered into her slit and pumped
three times before she shrieked with pleasure. He changed tactics with
Marcie, moving his tongue to her anus and slowly traced his way along
the edge, then just as slowly he retreated back to her clitoris, but
left his thumb to draw slow circles around her puckered rim while
simultaneously flicking his tongue over her tremendously engorged clit.


He felt Marcie shudder violently a split second before she came. She
came and came and then collapsed. Without hesitating, Tucker turned to
Evie, rising to one knee he continued fingering her as she stood next
to him on very unsteady legs.

Lifting her arm, he started to lick her underarm and to her complete
surprise, Evie found it intensely pleasing and highly erotic,
especially since she'd never thought of that place as being erotic.
The combination of licking her underarm and fingering her pussy had her
on the brink of a huge orgasm until Tucker stopped both activities.

Evie continued to gyrate, bucking and thrusting, but now it was against
thin air. Her eyes were tightly closed and she sensed he had other
plans for her and by this time she was amenable to anything he wanted
to do to her.

It seemed an eternity, but was only seconds before his magnificent
tongue flickered across her pussy.

Tantalizingly close to her clit and she froze in midair, trying to hold
onto that delicious sensation, so intense, almost painful. Burst of
pleasure imaginable.

 Suddenly she felt something else! He had his finger in her ass!

"What!" she bellowed in shock, as he moved it in a little further
before slowly pulling it out.

"What the fuck!"

"That's what we're doing . . . we're fucking. This . . ." he
sent his digit ratcheting back up her rectum, "is part of it."

"Stop it, it hurts!" She cried and Marcie opened her eyes at the
commotion.

He promptly pulled it out and offered it to her. Shaking her head back
and forth, Evie shrieked, "Are you crazy?"

"It's you," he said. "I watched you suck your fingers after
taking them out of Marcie here. And I saw you taste yourself; and I saw
you swap my come mouth to mouth with Marcie, so why not taste your
asshole too?"

"No!" she said emphatically.

Marcie spoke for the first time. "Give it to me. I'll try it."

"What?" Evie said, feeling that somehow she'd been tricked and
rather than allow Marcie the pleasure of her shit, she took the offered
finger into her mouth and licked it clean.

When Tucker removed it she went slack for a moment, then hissed at him,
"That was soooo HOT!"

His hand drifted to her faintly haired pubis and began teasing her
drooling labia, causing Evie to tremble as her pelvis humped his hand,
seeking comfort and pleasure from his questing fingers.
The other hand sought her rose bud once again, this time there was no
protest as his finger wormed its way into her, much further than before
and soon it was in to the last knuckle as she whimpered in ecstasy at
having both holes occupied.

The orgasm arrived -- one long continuous spasm of electricity --
continuing unabated throughout her body, until dizzy and nauseous, she
sank to the ground and lost consciousness.

Of course by this time, Tucker was his formidable self, all eleven
inches, throbbing for relief and it was Marcie who reached him first as
Evie was still out of it on the ground.

"Suck it for me," he said and Marcie sank to her knees in front of
him eager to accept him; and after a practice turn at angling her neck
to accommodate him parted her lips and absorbed his member in her mouth
and began to suck it. Tucker groaned happily as her tongue laved along
the length of his cockhead.
"That's good," he said and caressed the top of her head. Marcie
appreciated his praise and strove harder to please him, sucking harder,
licking faster. Her head bobbed up and down between his legs.
Tucker thought her mouth felt incredible, warm and inviting as Marcie
used every trick she had acquired in the short time she had practiced
sex. Sucking him avidly, swirling, licking, sucking, sucking, and
sucking. She let one hand cup his testicles; tickling first then
drawing her long nails in a light scratching circular pattern. Feeling
almost euphoric with the power she held to pleasure him, Marcie naively
permitted herself to dream of their future together. Of course, Evie
figured prominently in her plans as well. And so, humming contentedly,
she changed tactics and drew him down into her throat, capturing
roughly six thick inches before she almost gagged and pulled him from
her mouth and rubbing it over her face, teasing the two of them.  Her
eyes were shut and her face was flushed with lust.
Evie had returned from her orgasmic reverie and sat watching, knowing
her turn would come and marveling at the length of him Marcie had
managed to throat.
Tucker moaned softly and Marcie made mewing sounds as she licked the
underside of his thick, turgid shaft. Then she resumed sucking his cock
again, wondering when and how this magnificent stud would gift her with
his sperm. She gripped his cheeks firmly and pulled him even closer and
deeper into her hungry mouth. On Tucker's behalf let us say that he
continued to fuck her face eagerly, but slowly, his hot, throbbing cock
glistening in the morning light as it slid in and out of her mouth. He
leaned over to squeeze her nipples, finding them firm and elongated.
Then, lost in her lust, Marcie was holding him with one hand as her
other sought her wet cunt. He watched as she placed three, then four
fingers inside her. He croaked hoarsely, "Baby, go for it, get the
whole hand in there!"

Tucker gripped her hips and made a minor adjustment to her position,
parting her legs a little, and Marcie, her sweat stained body glowing
in the soft lighting, continued her frenetic fisting.

Evie decided it was time to get involved and positioned herself next to
Tucker - on all fours, and tendered her ass to him, her fine black
hair sweeping in a lovely curtain over her face, her head turned to one
side, expectantly. He nodded down at her.

Marcie saw what Evie was trying to do and pulled on Tucker's
shoulder.

"Fuck me, fuck me first," she moaned as she carefully removed her
hand from her widely stretched twat.

Looking at the concrete beneath his feet and at Evie's already bright
red knees, he opted to move everyone inside and lifted Evie to her feet
and took Marcie by the elbow and guided them into the master bedroom
beside the pool.

Once inside he said, "This will be easier on all of us if we organize
it a little bit.  Marcie, how about if you turn around a little bit, so
that you're facing toward me more; I'll get on my knees in front of
you.  Evie, you can sit on the floor, facing the same direction as
Marcie.  Okay?"

Both nodded, and Tucker stood up. He was bigger than ever. Marcie's
eyes widened at the sight of his prick as it virtually waved in the
air. Evie's eyes just twinkled in anticipation.

He knelt down on the floor, and leaned forward to kiss Marcie gently on
the forehead, surprising her with his gentleness. Then he kissed each
of her eyes; then her cheeks; and only then did he touch his lips to
hers, and even then it was so soft Marcie fantasized it a feather.

'Why was he going so slowly?' She wondered. But put it out of her
mind because it all felt so wonderful. 'So this was what real fucking
was like, she decided.'

Now as Tucker kissed Marcie, Evie was kissing him, but considerably
further down on his body;
Devil that she was the fourteen year old laid a series of wet kisses
along the entire length of his erection, stopping only to gather one of
his giant testicles and place it in her tiny mouth.

Smiling at what he considered to be a world class blowjob and from
someone as young and he knew, relatively inexperienced as Evie, he
lowered his head to Marcie's ripe breasts, taking first one and then
the other and sucking hard on them as she moaned against his neck.

He felt her breast swell and harden under his hand, the nipple shooting
erect as their lips met. Her lips parted slowly beneath his, her tongue
snaking out to fence against his, her lips plucking at his. She sighed
and her face became gently suffused with pleasure as he fondled first
one breast then the other. His head dipped, his tongue sliding down her
neck. And she moaned.

Evie wanting to get his attention focused on her, licked his ass hole
and caused him to jerk and moan.

"Oh, yeah baby," he sighed, "don't worry, I'll be with you
shortly.

"Better hurry up," she cooed, "I might come without you."

"Wouldn't be the first time would it?" He teased.

"Bastard!" she wailed, but stuck her tongue into his rectum and
wriggled it around, delighting in the fact that this was highly
arousing to him --- and to her.

Tucker continued sucking on Marcie's breast, adding pressure until
she gasped and moaned thickly as his teeth and tongue teased the tips
of her breasts. He scrapped his teeth across her left nipple while
squeezing, almost crushing the other.

"Mmmmm, yes baby yes," she moaned softly and raised her foot high,
pressing it into his crotch. Evie, devil that she was, kissed the sole
of Marcie's foot and then took her big toe into her mouth and sucked
it.

Tucker's steady breast play had Marcie whimpering and she began to
beg him to fuck her.

"Put it in . . . please . . . put it in."

Instead, he bit hard on her nipples and had her teetering on the brink
of an orgasm when he pulled her up; leaving Evie sprawled on the floor
and carried Marcie to the bed.

In retaliation, she decided to compel him to enter her and grasped his
massive erection, caressing it lovingly; her adroit fingers curled
perhaps three-quarters of the way around his thick, vein-ridged member
and began to jerk it slowly, now rolling it between her open palms.

Evie joined them on the bed and slipped her hand between Marcie's
legs, sending two and then three fingers into Marcie's gushy cunt.

Marcie moaned with pleasure at this, but retained her composure enough
to slide the foreskin of Tucker's prick back causing him to gasp when
her long tongue uncoiled and swirled over his knob. It was incredibly
erotic. His loins surged violently, and he fought to control himself.
He found his head bent and beaded with sweat; his breath coming in
short gulps and his hips jerking uncontrollably at her face.

Marcie's cheeks hollowed and her face distended as she began to suck
hard on his incredible erection, jerking it slowly as if nurturing a
baby, head bobbing back and forth as her tongue bathed his head with
her saliva.

Evie was now licking Marcie's asshole, darting her tongue in about a
half-inch and then drawing a circle around her anus.

Finally Tucker reached the point where he could no longer allow her to
suck him without losing control and coming before he'd fucked her.

"Ahhh, that's enough of that!" He groaned, and tugged her up so
that she was on all fours. He was behind her looking at her ass thrust
up at him. He watched Evie's fingers thrusting in and out of
Marcie's hole, then gently took Evie's hand and removed it, placing
his massive prick at Marcie's sopping wet, open gash. Her tortured
labia spread wide apart by the incessant fingering accepted the first
three inches of Tucker's eleven inch prong without difficulty.

Tucker wondered how painful it would be to Marcie if he should try her
ass out for size and decided against it. She was far too young for that
stuff and so he contented himself with slowly working his thick prick
into her.

Marcie loved the feel of him. She felt filled to the brim and yet knew
she could take more, she wanted more and was willing to accept the pain
that would obviously come with his deeper penetration.

"Gimme more . . . I can take it," she gasped, a wide grimace on her
face. "Just . . . just go slow though, okay?"

"Wanna munch on Evie while we try?"

She turned her head to look back over her shoulder at him. He saw that
her auburn hair was now plastered to her forehead. "Sure, I'm
game," she said.

Tucker waved at Evie. "Evie, grab a pillow and shove it under your
ass."

She did so, and gave him a look that said 'what next?'

"Scooch over, that's it, now fix the pillow just so. Right, okay,
pull your legs up and try holding them that way."

Now Evie's cunt and asshole were directly in front of Marcie.

"Can you do her, Marcie?"

"Uh huh," she said and gave Evie's twat a tentative lick. Evie
moaned. Marcie giggled.

"We're set then," he said and placed his turgid instrument at the
mouth of Marcie's cunt and began to grind his way into her.

Somewhat distracted by having to go down on Evie while he was forcing
his way into her, Marcie managed to accept a good deal of pain without
complaint as the huge member spiraled its way deeper and deeper into
her innards.

Soon Marcie was moaning with each thrust, although with her mouth
firmly sealed over Evie's cunt the moans were muffled and distorted.
There was no indication that she was suffering in any way as she gasped
for air, and reapplied her mouth to its hard sucking while rocking back
and forth on her hands and knees.

At the point where Tucker had perhaps seven solid inches up Marcie's
cunt, he nudged her cervix and immediately pulled back an inch.

"Like it, bitch?" he chuckled. "Tell me if you like it!" He growled.

"God yes!"

He rammed back into her.
"Ohhh, yeah! It . . . it feels so good. It feels so very good!"

"Are you gonna get Evie off?" he inquired, wanting to distract her
a little.

"Trying," she said and went back to gobbling on Evie's snatch.

For her part, Evie had two fingers rubbing along her clit. One on each
side and every once in a while Tucker, looking over Marcie's
shoulder, saw that she would pluck at her labia and kind of stretch it
out, then release it before returning to rubbing on the clit once more.

When he felt Marcie start to arch her back and tense up, he slammed his
cock in hard and fast, perhaps three or fours times, and as she gasped
from the pleasure it brought, he pulled out, dropped to his knees and
pressed his face between the cheeks of her ass.

When his tongue began to lick her clit, she went into high gear on
Evie, licking, sucking and even adding two fingers to Evie's ass,
which was soaked from her copious flow of juices.

Evie came quickly and hard.

Seconds later, Marcie came, almost as quickly and certainly as hard.

While both girls were in the throes of their orgasms, Tucker maneuvered
them so that they had in effect changed places with one another and
with Evie's thighs shuffled open as wide as possible, he used tow
finger to stretch her labia to the max and urged his mammoth cock into
her tight confines for the second time that morning.

She groaned, but her hips moved back at him and he found her passage
much more receptive this time around. Reaching around her flanks, he
captured a nipple and stretched it as he drove his rigid member deeper
into her. Evie never took her mouth away from Marcie's cunt, but kept
pressing and probing and licking at her girlfriend's coral-colored
flesh.

Marcie was in heaven. She had never really stopped coming. And now she
was undergoing an almost violent series of non-stop climaxes. And when
Evie left her cunt and licked her asshole, she peaked. Evie's tongue
drove her wild as it deftly wormed its way into her puckered brown
shitter. Marcie passed out from the pure bliss of it all.

Tucker rearranged Evie on her side and reentered her. From this
position she could see his enormous length surging into her and she
moaned in exquisite delirium.

He in turn, groaned in pleasure at the tight, clinging grip her cuntal
walls presented to his weapon as it surged further into her. He
realized that almost nine inches had already been accepted by her and
grew concerned that he might injure her seriously. Marcia was older and
she had not been able to handle this much, but then he realized women
were all different down there, some able to accommodate his entire
shaft, most were not capable of doing so and therefore he was always on
guard against doing serious damage to his lovers.

He caressed her head and smooth, creamy flesh and fondled her firm,
succulent breasts, kneading them in turn with his free hand.

Evie loved his technique. He truly made her feel like a woman and she
whimpered and buried her head in his chest.

As she discovered his nipples were ultra sensitive and nipped at them
wither teeth, Tucker's hand stretched down her body to her rear and
he slid his middle finger between her cheeks.
Evie writhed and her legs opened again. He added another finger
bringing a loud moan from her lips.
He increased his tempo, moving not deeper at this juncture, but faster.
Her breath came only after long intervals as if she were afraid to
breathe normally lest it all end.

"I'm getting close now," he warned her.

"I'll come whenever you say," she said, surprising him and he
raised her legs high and wide, letting them fall on his broad shoulders
and with his hands under her knees he impaled himself in her once more.

With his first thrust, some nine inches into her, Evie's chest
heaved, the air rushed from her throat in a rattling gasp as her face
twisted in an agony of lust.

She was coming like never before. Her back arched even from that
awkward position and she clawed at his shoulders.

Tucker grunted and smiled ruefully as her cunt convulsed frantically on
his shaft. Once, twice, three times he surged into her and then he
unloaded.

Her hands were on his face, clawing his chest, as he spewed his sperm
deep inside her cunt, coating her walls with his seminal fluid and
still she clenched him tightly, fighting mightily to keep him inside
her.

With a mighty grimace contorting his face; with the veins in his neck
seemingly at the bursting point, he ground himself into her one last
time before rolling away from her. His cock, like a loose fire hose,
flailed wildly about until he captured it in his hand and fed it to her
like a mother feeding a baby bird.

Minutes later, both girls lay across his chest. Both were smiling
radiantly and caressing his face and neck and giving him a thousand
little kisses of deep affection.

"God, you're good," Evie murmured, her face radiant with pleasure.
"Very good."

"I have to agree with Evie," Marcie said, and picked up his now
semi-flaccid cock to kiss it.

"With bodies like the two of you have to keep happy, I have to be," he
laughed, pleased with them and himself. He'd have to give Marilyn a
full report, as if the girls wouldn't have already filled her in by
the time he saw her that night.

"Now I want to ask a favor of you two."

"What?" Blurted Evie.

"Name it," cried Marcie.

"Howie . . . he's the dude owns this place will be coming by to
make sure we haven't trashed it."

"Doesn't he trust us?"

"It's not that, I think he does. But his fiancée will be coming
over later and he asked me to make sure that she doesn't find any
traces of . . ."

"Semen," Marcie said, interrupting.

"Or pubic hair," Evie giggled.

"Well, yeah," he admitted, "things like that and the sheets need
to be changed and washed."

"I know how to clean house," Evie chirped happily," I'll take
care of it.

Marcie visibly relaxed, until she saw Tucker smiling at her.

"What?" she asked.

"There's one more thing."

"And that's?"

"Someone needs to blow him or fuck him."

"And since Evie is doing the house . . ."

"Right, you get to do Howie."

"Can you guarantee me that he's clean? You know what Marilyn said
about guys we have sex with."

"I do, and he's virginally clean."

"I get his cherry?"

"Well, I think his girl friend got that, but that would have been
very recently. I know this guy for a long time. He's kind of a nerd,
but a nice guy and not bad looking."

"All right I'll do him . . . for you, baby. But you owe me one."

Tucker laughed and said, "I love it when you talk dirty like that."

And so, while Tucker rested, watching the noon news, Evie cleaned house
and did the laundry. Marcie spruced up and when Howie arrived, took him
out to the pool and blew him.

Then they left for Marilyn's to hear about her big night with her
former husband.

When Howie's fiancée arrived she was pleased at how neat his place
was. And in the course of perusing the place, looked for traces of
another woman, but thanks to Evie's good work, found nothing. The
pool was another matter. There she found several auburn hairs,
obviously female, along with a hair clasp (Evie's, dislodged in the
heat of passion.)

However, Howie covered their tracks by telling her he allowed some
teens from the next building to swim there once a week.

Oh, and as for any remnants of Howie's semen, Marcia took care to
swallow it all.