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It was just after 11PM on December 31st when Scott Thompson saw Whitney’s car pull into the parking lot of the apartment complex they shared. He was on the front porch, listening to the sounds of The Mars Volta coming from his living room speakers, a pack of cigarettes on the table in front of him and an ice bucket with two bottles of Blue Moon by his feet. All around him were the sounds of partying, as multiple gatherings of drunken fools used the last day of the calendar year as an excuse to make as much noise as possible.

He lit a cigarette and sat there smoking as he watched Whitney’s car pull into a spot near the rear of the lot. She climbed out, looking even hotter than usual (which was saying quite a bit) and started towards the entrance to the complex, which was right next to his patio.

Whitney was all dolled-up, wearing a pair of high heels and a short green dress that showed off her perfect body—sculpted arms, large, firm breasts, incredible legs that just wouldn’t quit and a washboard stomach. He noticed right away that she was walking with more urgency than usual, as though she was either in a hurry to get somewhere or pissed off.

As she got closer, he could see that her hair was a mussed up and her face was fixed in a scowl. She was pissed off, all right. That was certain. He found himself wondering what had happened but knew he wouldn’t ask. While they had spoken a few times in the six months since he’d moved in, it wasn’t like they had anything even resembling a friendship. A couple of words in the laundry room, a nod in the hall, that sort of thing. Not enough to pry into her personal life as she passed by his patio. Not by a long-shot. Hell, he didn’t know if she even knew his name.

But, as it turned out, she did know it. And not only that, but she made the first move, even though he didn’t recognize it for what it was at the time. It wasn’t much really, just a glance in his direction as she approached the entrance to his left. A glance, followed by a longer look, then a question.

“You’re Scott, right?”

He nodded, ignoring the butterflies in his stomach.

“I’m Whitney.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Whitney’s scowl softened into a shy little smile, as though she was flattered that he knew who she was. “You got any more of those smokes?” she said.

“About half a pack,” Scott replied.

“You mind if I join you for a couple?”

“Not at all,” he said, trying to play it smooth despite the surprise and excitement coursing through his system.

“Cool,” Whitney said, climbing through the bushes towards his patio. “I could really use something to help me unwind.”

She made her way through the bushes and sat in the empty chair on the opposite side of his little patio table. Scott shook a cigarette out and handed it to her. He flicked his lighter open, lit her cigarette and then his own. Then he grabbed the last two beers from the bucket, opened them, and offered her one.

“Thanks,” she said.

“My pleasure,” Scott replied.

Whitney took a long pull of her beer and followed it up with a drag from the cigarette. She leaned her head back and made a circle with her lips and blew the smoke into the air. Scott didn’t want to stare at her but found it exceedingly difficult not to. She was just so damn gorgeous, from her silky black hair to her big brown eyes to her petite little nose to her full lips and flawless skin. And from the way she held herself, it was obvious she didn’t mind being stared at; in fact she seemed to encourage it.

Scott’s dick was getting hard just from looking at her. “I didn’t know you smoked,” he said, trying to steer his mind out of the gutter.

“I don’t,” she said. “Not often, at least. Only when things are going really bad.”

“I take it tonight is one of those nights?”

“It certainly is.”

“Guy trouble?”

“Something like that.”

“You want to talk about it?”

“Not particularly.”

“Fair enough.”

Whitney took another drag, held it for a moment, then blew the smoke out. “So why aren’t you out and about tonight? You know, it being New Year’s Eve and all.”

“It’s just not my thing,” Scott said. “Don’t get me wrong, I like a good party as much as the next guy, but I just don’t get the whole holiday craze. To me, tonight is just another night. No different than any other.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” Whitney said. “I mean, here I was, all dressed up, looking to have some fun—” She finished the rest of her beer, set the bottle down and started to stand up. “But since you’re not interested, I guess I’ll just go back to my place and get my vibrator out.”

Scott nearly spit his beer all over the table.

“Oh, did that get your attention?” Whitney said, acting all innocent despite the look in her eyes that said she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Maybe just a little,” Scott said, trying to play it cool but failing miserably.

Whitney’s mouth turned up in a little smirk. “Yeah, I thought it might. So what do you say?”

“About what?” Scott replied, careful to not presume too much. After all, he barely even knew her.

“About coming back to my place,” she said as though it was nothing at all. “I mean, I know you don’t really care if it’s New Year’s Eve or just another random night, but I do. And I’d rather spent it with an actual live person instead of a plastic battery-powered toy.”

Containing his excitement behind a wall of feigned indifference, Scott said, “Well, I guess if it means that much to you . . .”

“It does,” Whitney said. “So grab your smokes and let’s go.”




Five minutes later they were in Whitney’s kitchen. On the granite counter in front of them was a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pair of shot glasses.

“I’d like you to meet my good buddy Jack,” Whitney said, extending her hand towards the bottle.

Scott nodded towards it. “Hello there, Jack.”

“Have you two met before?”

“Once or twice,” Scott said.

“Jack’s one of my best friends,” Whitney said, picking up the bottle. “He’s helped me through many hard times over the years. Most of my friends are into heavier stuff, but not me. Not often, at least. I prefer my good friend Jack. He always treats me right. Unlike most of the men I know.” She held the bottle up to her face and gave it a kiss. “Ain’t that right, Jack?”

Scott eyed her wearily, wondering what he’d gotten himself into. And whether or not it was too late to get himself out of it. Or if he even wanted to. He’d been with his share of women over the years, but they’d mostly been traditional hook-ups; co-workers, friends of a friend, the occasional drunken one-night stand, that sort of thing. Nothing like this had never happened to him before, not even close. And while he wasn’t opposed to it, he certainly didn’t feel real comfortable right now.

But before he could settle on a course of action, Whitney took matters into her own hands. She filled the shot glasses, then grabbed the nearest one and held it up for a toast. Scott grabbed the other one and clinked it against hers.

“Bottoms up,” Whitney said, effortlessly shooting the Jack.

Scott did the same, grimacing a bit as it went down.

Whitney laughed. “Are you all right?” she said, grabbing the bottle and filling the glasses up once again as she talked.


“You sure? It didn’t look like Jack treated you all that nicely.”

“I’ll be fine,” Scott said. And to prove it, he grabbed the glass and threw another shot down, grimacing only slightly this time.

“Not bad,” Whitney said. She shot her glass and started filling them up yet again. Her eyes had a psychotic little tilt to them. Scott wasn’t sure if the butterflies in his stomach were due to excitement or fear. Or perhaps both.

Oh well, he thought, nothing a few more shots couldn’t cure.




Six shots later and Scott was starting to feel the effects of the Jack. Nothing too serious yet, but he knew from experience that it took a little while for shots to fully kick in. Within a few minutes he would undoubtedly be buzzing hard, if not outright drunk.

Whitney was feeling it too. He could see it in her eyes, could smell it on her breath, could taste it on her lips when she suddenly stepped towards him and clamped them onto his. Her tongue darted into his mouth and he replied in kind, all the while trying to keep from thinking too much about what was going on.

Just go with the flow, he told himself. And he did, following Whitney’s lead on everything, from the rapidly increasing intensity of their kissing, to touching, to groping each other. He was just starting to wonder if he should take the lead into the next phase when Whitney pulled back, grabbed the bottle of Jack, and took a swig straight from the bottle.

“So what do you say, Scott? Do you think you can give me what I need?” she said, handing the bottle over to him.

“That depends on what it is.”

“I need to get fucked.”

Scott took a drink. “I think I can help you out with that.”

“You think you can?” she said. “Or you can.”

“I can.”

“I’m not talking about making love, or having sex, or any weak shit like that,” Whitney said. “I’m talking about getting fucked. Hard. Aggressive, rough sex. Can you handle that?”


“Are you sure? It may get pretty crazy.”

Scott took another swig of the Jack, then said, “Positive.” And he almost believed it.

Smiling, Whitney said, “Great. Then hold on tight.” She grabbed the bottle out of Scott’s hand and took one more swig, then set the bottle on the counter and dropped to her knees, right there in the kitchen.

“Whoa,” Scott said. “Wait a second—”

“It’s too late now,” Whitney said as she yanked his jeans open and pulled them and his boxers down to his knees without any hint of gentleness. Scott’s cock was already hard; it had been since they’d started screwing around. “I tried to warn you,” she said. “Now it’s too late.”

Scott started to say something but Whitney wrapped her lips around his cock and took the whole thing in her mouth, shutting him up instantly except for the soft, wordless sigh that came from his mouth.

Whitney held her position—deepthroating Scott’s cock, hands gripping his ass, nose touching his stomach—for a full 5 seconds before backing off to catch her breath. One of her hands went to the base of his shaft and grabbed on tight while the other cupped his balls. She spit on his cock and started aggressively jerking him off.

Looking up at him, she said “You like that? You like it when I take your cock down my throat? When I swallow the whole fucking thing?”

Scott nodded, afraid of what his voice would sound like if he tried to talk. But Whitney was having none of that. She knew she wanted, and she was going to get it.

“Say it,” Whitney said, the evil little glint in her eye more prominent than ever. “I want to hear you say it.”

Scott wasn’t sure when she’d flipped from a relatively normal girl to a dirty-talking slut, but it was freaking him out a little bit. He’d had his fair share of sex over the years, but nothing like this. Not even close. It was disturbing. Not disturbing enough to actually try and stop the proceedings, but disturbing nonetheless.

“I love it,” he said.

“Say it like you mean it,” Whitney snapped.

“I love it,” Scott said, more forcefully this time.

“Damn right you do,” Whitney shot back, her hand still working his cock, her eyes still locked on his. “You want me to deepthroat you again, don’t you? You want me to swallow your cock, to stick it down my throat as far as it will go. Don’t you?”

Scott nodded without thinking.

“Say it,” she said again, more impatiently this time.

“Yes,” Scott replied.

“Tell me what you want,” Whitney said.

Scott was buzzing pretty hard from the Jack Daniels but not quite hard enough to completely get over his discomfort. So he reached for the bottle and took another swig from it. Even though he knew it wouldn’t effect him immediately, just the idea that in a few more minutes he’d be drunk enough to no longer care what came out of his mouth gave him enough courage to say the words.

“I want you to deepthroat me,” he said. But apparently it wasn’t forceful enough for Whitney.

“Not very convincing,” she said.

Scott took another swig of Jack. “I want you to take my fucking cock all the way down your throat.”

“Close,” she said, the psychotic look in her eyes now having spread to the corner of her mouth. “One more time and I might actually believe you.”

Fuck it, Scott thought. No reason to hold back now.

One more swig of Jack, then, “Choke on my cock you fucking slut.”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Whitney said, smiling like a demon.

She slapped his cock against her face a couple of times then went back to blowing him, her lips moving up and down his shaft in time with her hand, sucking and jerking in unison with each other, choking noises coming from her mouth as she took his cock deeper and deeper down her throat. And then her hands were again gripping his ass cheeks and his cock had again completely disappeared.

“Ho-ly shit,” Scott said as Whitney held his cock in her throat for what felt like an eternity.

Her tongue flicked out and licked his balls and her eyes started to leak tears, causing her mascara to run. She gagged once, then twice, before finally pulling off his cock.

Whitney took a couple of deep, coughing breaths then spit on his cock and started jerking it some more. Copious amounts of saliva covered Scott’s cock, making it slippery as hell.

She shifted positions, sliding her body further beneath his, until he was practically straddling her face. She held his cock against his stomach with one hand while cupping his sack with her other, trapping them in a tight, little pouch. She then proceeded to go to work on his balls, licking, sucking, gargling them, one, then the other, and finally both together.

The pressure was practically unbearable. Scott’s legs were jelly, forcing him to grab ahold of the counter top with both hands to keep from crumbling to the ground.

And then, right when Scott thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Whitney was climbing to her feet. She put her hands on the counter and bent over at the waist, her legs perfectly straight, muscles taut, her tight little ass sticking out towards him, taunting Scott with its perfection. She reached back and lifted the bottom of her dress up, revealing a black g-string, which she promptly wiggled out of. As Scott watched, transfixed, it dropped to the floor. Whitney stepped out of it, her heels clicking on the hard kitchen tiles.

“Well?” she said, her head turned to look back at him. “What are you waiting for? Time to return the favor.”

Smiling, Scott sat on the floor, grabbed one of Whitney’s ass cheeks in each hand, spread them apart, and buried his face in between them.

“That’s right,” she said, pushing back against him and wiggling her ass. “Get in there. Bury your face in my pussy.”

Scott went to work on Whitney’s pussy, lapping at it like a cat drinking milk, running his tongue up and down her snatch, sucking on her pussy lips, sticking his rigid tongue inside her. She started to ride his tongue, lightly at first but then picking up more speed, her moans growing louder with every bounce.

Reaching back, Whitney grabbed a handful of Scott’s hair and pulled his face deeper into her, practically smothering him, forcing him to breath her into his lungs. He did so with pleasure, relishing in the helplessness, getting lost with desire as her wet, musky sweetness intoxicated him further.

Then she was pulling his hair, lifting him up from the ground.

“I need you inside me,” she said, looking back at Scott while she rubbed her ass against his rock-hard cock. “I need you to stick that fucking cock inside me and fuck me like I deserve to be fucked.”

Wasting no time, Scott did as he was told, his cock sliding into Whitney’s soaking wet pussy with no resistance whatsoever. The moment he got it inside she slammed her ass back into him, causing him to lose his balance and nearly knocking him off his feet.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” he said, grabbing her around the hips and leaning forward to better balance himself against her thrusts.

“You’re damn right,” Whitney said, pushing against the counter with her hands to provide more leverage. “Now shut up and fuck me like you mean it.”

She slammed back into Scott again, but this time he was prepared for it, and drove his cock into her at the same time.

“There you go,” she said, slamming back into him again. “There’s some hope for you after all.”

Laughing softly, not used to having his sexual prowess questioned and not really liking it, Scott decided to take more control of the situation. If Whitney wanted it hard, he’d give her all she could handle.

He grabbed the back of her shoulders, pulling her back towards him with every thrust. It took them a few pumps to get their timing down, but pretty soon their bodies were pounding together in a mass of frenzied flesh, Whitney’s upper half bent over the counter, her ass slamming repeatedly back against Scott’s hips, her hair flying everywhere, Scott’s cock going in and out of her pussy in long, aggressive strokes. Grunts of exertion came from both their mouths, filling the empty apartment with the sounds of raw, animalistic sex.

“Fuck yeah,” Whitney said. “That’s what I need. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like the dirty little slut I am. Slam that cock into my pussy. Punish me. Make me pay!”

She threw her right leg up on the counter, opening herself up even more to him. And Scott took advantage, shifting his body to give her every inch of his cock. His left hand drifted up and grabbed ahold of her hair and yanked her head back, eliciting a sharp yelp from her throat as she arched her back to alleviate the pressure.

“You like that?” Scott said, the effects of the alcohol combining with the oblivion of sex to completely obliterate his inhibitions. “You like it when I pull your hair?”

“I love it,” Whitney moaned, her voice a guttural growl.

Scott spanked her ass. “What about that?” he asked, still fucking her like a madman all the while. “You like that too?”


He spanked it again, harder this time. “What? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!” she screamed.

He spanked her ass again, even harder this time. It sounded like a gunshot in the small kitchen. Slap!

“Louder,” he said.





“YES!” Whitney screamed, her voice quivering. “I FUCKING LOVE IT! DON’T STOP, DON’T FUCKING STOP!”

Scott spanked her ass a couple more times then wrapped one arm around her upper body and grabbed her opposite shoulder and pulled her closer in to him, until their heads were just inches apart. With his opposite hand he reached out and grabbed her breast and squeezed, eliciting another gasp from Whitney. Grunting with exertion, he continued fucking her with everything he had, grinding up against her ass, pummeling her mercilessly as she screamed for more until he no longer had anything left.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Scott said, pulling his cock out of her pussy at the last possible moment and squirting his seed all over Whitney’s ass. Gasping for breath, he leaned back against the counter behind him.

Whitney grabbed a hand towel and wiped his sperm off her ass. “What a waste of good cum,” she said, shaking her head sadly. “Next time give me a heads-up before you’re going to do that. We’ll find a better place for it.”

“Next time?” Scott said, too tired to mask his surprise.

“Of course,” Whitney said. “It’s not even midnight yet. We’ve still got half the night to play around. Unless you’ve had enough?”

“Hell no,” Scott said.

“Are you sure? Because I can—”

“You can just stop right there,” he said. “No way I’m going to pass up the chance to fuck you again.”

“Is that right?” Whitney said, flashing him a nasty little grin.

“That’s right,” Scott said, grinning right back at her.

“Then let’s go,” she said, grabbing his hand and starting to lead him out of the kitchen. “Oh, and don’t forget the Jack. A few more shots and things are apt to get real kinky.”

Scott reached back and snatched the bottle off the counter. He didn’t want to miss out on the chance of things getting kinkier. No way, no how. He only hoped that in the morning he’d be able to remember everything. Somehow he thought he would, no matter how drunk he got. Some nights you just can’t forget. And he was pretty certain this New Year’s Eve was going to be one of them.








Eric is at the hotel where he always hooks up with Jasmine, relaxing on the couch in a bathrobe with a beer in his hand and watching SportsCenter when he hears a knock on the door.


Even though he’s been seeing her regularly for a couple months now, butterflies of anticipation fill his stomach as he flips the TV off, sets the bottle on the end table, climbs off the couch and heads for the door.

He opens it without peeking, as usual, but gets quite a surprise.

Jasmine’s not alone.

Standing next to her is another girl. They’re wearing identical black strapless dresses that barely contain either of their bodies and black fuck-me pumps. But their outfits are pretty much the only thing they have in common.

The new girl is a couple inches shorter and not quite as skinny as Jasmine, with black hair to Jasmine’s blonde, pale skin to Jasmine’s bronze tan, and a pair of large, glorious tits to Jasmine’s small, perky ones. Her lips are fuller, her face is more rounded and she’s wearing more makeup than Jasmine.

They’re totally different from a physical standpoint; the new girl is more hard-edged and definitely sluttier-looking than Jasmine but as Eric evaluates them both, he realizes they have one more thing in common besides their outfits.

An important thing.

They’re both smokin’ hot.

“What do we have here?” he asks, deferring to Jasmine, not sure what the protocol is in this type of situation.

“Eric, this is my friend Tory.”

“Hello Tory.”

“Pleased to meet you, Eric,” Tory says, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, European style.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Eric replies. His eyes are locked on her tits, which are threatening to spill out of her little dress.

“So are you going to invite us in or just stand there with your cock sticking out?” Jasmine asks, smiling like the devil.

Eric looks down and sees that his already hard cock is indeed sticking out of the folds of the bathrobe. Laughing, he covers himself up and steps aside, allowing the girls to enter.

“I’m going to go powder my nose,” Tory says, turning and heading towards the bathroom. She’s wearing a tiny black strapless dress that can barely contain her body.

Eric can’t take his eyes her big, bubbly ass working feverishly beneath her dress as she walks away from him.

“We’ll be waiting for you,” Jasmine replies as she sits down on the couch.

Tory disappears into the bathroom and Eric takes a seat in the lounge chair across from Jasmine. Leaning forward, he says. “What exactly is going on here?”

“Just what it looks like,” Jasmine says. “I brought a friend along to play with us this evening.”

“Just on a whim?”

“Pretty much,” she says. “I thought you’d enjoy having two girls at the same time. Was I wrong?”

“Not at all,” Eric says. “It’s just . . . I didn’t know this was going to happen and I don’t have enough cash on me to cover another girl.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jasmine says. “It’s on me.”

“What?” he says with a laugh. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s simple,” she says. “I felt bad about taking your extra money last time with that bet at the end. So I gave it to Tory to come with me tonight.”

“Are you serious?”

“What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever heard of the hooker with a heart of gold?”

“Of course,” Eric says. “But I didn’t think they actually existed outside of the movies.”

“Well, they do,” Jasmine says. “Of course, if you prefer I could just tell her to leave.”

“No, no,” he says quickly. “I’m not complaining. I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

“And happy?” Jasmine asks.

“Very,” Eric replies.

“Good,” Jasmine says as Tory walks out of the bathroom and sits down next to her on the couch. “Then just sit back and enjoy the show. We’ll get to you in a little while.”

“If you insist,” Eric says. But he doesn’t sit back. He leans forward. He wants to get as good a look as possible at this.

Jasmine and Tory start going at it, passionately making out on the couch, bodies intertwined like a pair of snakes, tongues flicking in and out of each others mouths, hands exploring each others bodies, totally absorbed by each other.

It’s like Eric isn’t even in the room. Which is fine by him. He’s perfectly content to watch these two gorgeous women getting off on each other.

Jasmine pulls Tory’s dress down, revealing her large, amazing tits. She then starts moving down Tory’s body, licking and sucking and kissing Tory’s skin as she goes. She pauses at Tory’s tits and goes to work on them, jiggling and fondling and playing with them, sucking on the nipples while her hands continue down Tory’s stomach.

With her mouth still working Tory’s tits, Jasmine slides her friend’s dress up, revealing a nicely trimmed bush beneath, uninhibited by any panties. Jasmine slides a couple of fingers inside Tory’s pussy and starts working them in and out.

A short time later Tory pulls Jasmine’s head up towards hers and sticks her tongue in Jasmine’s mouth. They start making out with more urgency. Jasmine matches this intensity by banging Tory’s pussy with more aggression. 

Pretty soon Tory is pulling on Jasmine’s dress, revealing Jasmine’s tits. They aren’t nearly the size of Tory’s but they’re perky and shapely, and her nipples are a thing of beauty, a good half-inch long and almost always hard.

Tory grabs ahold of one of Jasmine’s nipples with her fingers and gives it a good pinch.

Jasmine utters a sharp gasp and returns the favor by sliding another finger inside Tory’s pussy.

Tory slaps down on Jasmine’s tit, eliciting another high-pitched gasp from Jasmine’s mouth.

She replies by slamming Tory even more aggressively, hammering her fingers in and out of Tory’s pussy.

Eric is watching the proceedings with a sense of awe and excitement that’s different than anything he’s ever experienced. To see two incredibly hot sluts going at it like this right in front of him is a dream come true. He doesn’t even care how long it takes for him to get involved; he’s perfectly content to watch these two go at it for as long as they want. His cock is rock-hard and not in any danger of wilting, even though he hasn’t so much as touched it since the proceedings started.

Tory moves her head down and attaches her lips to one of Jasmine’s tits. She’s sucking on Jasmine’s nipple, her tongue flicking it back and forth, while her free hand works Jasmine’s other tit, grabbing and groping and slapping it and rubbing the rock-hard nipple between her fingers.

Jasmine does all she can to keep up with Tory’s escalations. She sticks a fourth finger in Tory’s pussy and is slamming all of them in and out with everything she’s got, the muscles on her arm working feverishly as she bangs her dark-haired friend.

Both of the girls are sweating, both of them are breathing hard, both of their faces are fixed in that curious mixture of extreme pleasure and distress. Both look like they are ready to burst into orgasm but are holding off as best as they can, as if playing a game where the first one to cum loses. And from the looks of things, it’s a game they’ve played before. Many times, probably.

Which is fine by Eric. It doesn’t matter to him who loses; no matter how it ends up, he’s already a winner.

He watches as Jasmine and Tory’s game enters the final stages.

Tory has a hold of Jasmine’s nipple in between her teeth and bites down while simultaneously pulling on it, stretching Jasmine’s tit out as tight as a rubber band ready to snap back.

Jasmine tries to counter with another increase in the intensity in which she’s banging Tory’s pussy but she simply can’t keep pace.

With a desperate groan, Jasmine gives up, pulling her fingers from Tory’s pussy and transferring them to her own, yanking her dress up and rubbing desperately at her clit while her body shakes and shimmies and bucks in orgasm.

“Goddammit,” she moans as she settles down and catches her breath.

Tory releases her nipple and sits back in the couch, watching Jasmine and looking pleased with herself.

“I thought I had you that time,” Jasmine says, the smile on her face belying her disappointed tone.

“It’s never going to happen,” Tory replies, smiling back. She wiggles out of her dress and tosses it on the floor behind the couch, leaving her completely naked.

“One of these days it will,” Jasmine says as she too slips out of her dress and kicks it aside.

The way they’re talking lends credence to Eric’s belief that this is a game they’ve played before.

“Yeah, well maybe it will and maybe it won’t,” Tory says. “But it sure didn’t tonight. So it’s time to pay up. On your knees, slut.”

“If you insist,” Jasmine says in that same mock-disappointed tone. Again her wide smile betrays her true feelings as she slides onto the carpet and crawls on her hands and knees over to Tory, who’s sitting on the couch facing Eric with her legs spread open, her wet pussy wide and beckoning.

Jasmine crawls between Tory’s legs and starts licking her pussy.

“That’s a good girl,” Tory says, looking down at Jasmine. “Get that tongue in there. Don’t be shy. There you go. Lick my fucking pussy. That’s right. Stick that tongue in my snatch and go to town.”

Listening to Tory talk trash to Jasmine turns Eric on even more. He undoes his robe and begins to play with himself while alternating his focus between Jasmine’s ass sticking up in the air right in front of him and Tory, who has taken to sucking on her own nipples while Jasmine eats her out.

A few minutes ago he was content to just watch but now he’s itching to get involved. “Do you mind if I jump in?” he asks.

“Not at all,” Tory says after popping her nipple from her mouth. “In fact, I’d appreciate it. Jasmine eats pussy better with a cock inside her.” She grabs a handful of Jasmine’s hair and yanks her head up. “Isn’t that right you filthy little slut?”

Jasmine nods vigorously. Tory gives her a little smack in the face and shoves her head back down so she can go back to work.  

“Then I’d be glad to help you out,” Eric says. He slides off the chair and down to his knees and sidles up to Jasmine’s glorious body. He spreads her legs and scoots closer to her, his cock now resting on top of her perfect, tight little ass. He grabs ahold of his cock and smacks her ass with it a couple of times, then slides it into her wet, gaping pussy.

Jasmine moans, pulling her mouth off of Tory’s pussy as she does so.

“Don’t stop just because you have a cock inside you,” Tory says, looking down at Jasmine. “You know better than that.”

“I’m sorry,” Jasmine says. She drops her head back down and goes back to work on Tory’s pussy while Eric pumps his cock in and out of her, fucking her with long, slow strokes.

“That’s better,” Tory says, throwing her legs up in the air, giving Jasmine easier access to her pussy. She glances up at Eric and smiles and gives him a wink. She’s clearly having fun.

And so is he. With his cock in Jasmine’s pussy while she eats out another hot slut, how could he not be? He starts pumping Jasmine aggressively, slamming into her harder and more quickly, giving her more of his cock with every thrust.

This time Jasmine’s moans are muffled by Tory’s pussy. She’s learned her lesson.

“That’s right,” Tory says, her hands on the back of Jasmine’s head, pulling her closer, jamming her face into Tory’s snatch. “Just like that. Eat that fucking pussy you little slut.”

Slurping sounds join the cacophony of moans and grunts and the sounds of skin slapping together to create a symphony of sex.

“Fuck her harder,” Tory says, her eyes locked on Eric’s. “Give it to her like you mean it. Like you’re trying to break her in half.”

So Eric does just that, slamming into Jasmine with every ounce of his being, his hips bouncing of her ass and his sack slapping up against the underside of her pussy as his cock goes balls deep into her.

Jasmine’s moans turn higher-pitched and a full octave louder. She tries to lift her head to catch her breath but Tory’s having none of it.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Tory says, grabbing Jasmine’s head and holding it in place, attached to her pussy. “I didn’t say you could come up for air.”

Watching Tory dominate Jasmine inspires Eric to get in on the act. Keeping his cock inside Jasmine’s pussy, he climbs to his feet and slides them toward the couch until he’s hovering over her, his legs outside of her body, giving him more leverage to pound her pussy. Squatting over her, Eric fucks Jasmine with reckless abandon, his hands on the back of her head, shoving her face into Tory’s pussy while he pummels her.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Tory says. With her hands now free, she slides one down her stomach and goes to town on her clit while the other starts working her breast, rubbing and groping and slapping it. 

Eric can hear Jasmine screaming into Tory’s pussy while moving her head around, fighting for breath, but he doesn’t let up on the pressure, figuring if she’s able to make this much noise and fight this hard she’s not in any real distress.

Now Tory’s voice joins the fray, her rapidly more animalistic groans signaling that her journey towards orgasm is nearly complete. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she says, her voice deeper and more guttural than Jasmine’s higher-pitched, more girlish screams. Her face is fixed in a scowl of determination as she feverishly works her clit, her hand moving up and down like a piston.

And then Tory lets out one final deep growl and her body tenses for a moment and then lets go, her legs quivering and shaking for a moment before falling still.

Eric slams his cock into Jasmine one last time and holds it there, deep in her pussy, then uses her hair to lift her head and pull it back towards him.

Jasmine takes a few deep, gasping breaths before Tory is on top of her, leaning forward to lick her pussy juices off of Jasmine’s face. Once that’s done, they make out while Eric watches from just above them, looking down, his cock still inside Jasmine but not moving against her.

“What do you think?” Tory asks Jasmine after they break off their kiss. “Do you feel like sucking some cock?”

“Always,” Jasmine replies, twisting her upper body around so she’s facing Eric.

“How do you feel about that?” Tory says to Eric.

“Sounds like a great idea to me,” he replies with a smile.

“I thought it might,” Tory says.

She grabs a handful of Eric’s hair and pulls him off Jasmine, standing him up. Then she drops to her knees and joins Jasmine, who has turned to face Eric.

Now he’s standing over both Jasmine and Tory, looking down on them as they start kissing inches away from his cock, their tongues moving inside each other’s mouths, filling him with anticipation of what’s to come.

Jasmine breaks off the kiss and turns her mouth towards Eric’s cock. She slips the tip of it into her mouth and starts sucking. Meanwhile, Tory has shifted her body so she’s facing sideways, her mouth perpendicular to his cock. While Jasmine sucks on the head of his cock Tory slides her lips up and down his shaft, leaving it glossy with spit in their wake.

Pretty soon Jasmine joins her, turning so she’s facing Tory on the other side of  Eric’s cock. She too starts running her lips up and down his shaft, both of the girls working in unison, both looking up at him while they coat his cock with saliva.

They pause for a moment, each halfway down his cock, their lips touching, their tongues flicking against each other on the underside of his cock as they make out while his cock is fixed between them.

Tory is the one to break this up, moving her body back around so she’s facing his cock head-on. Maintaining eye contact the whole time, she takes his cock in her mouth and begins to blow him proper.

Jasmine meanwhile slips in between them and slides down until she’s underneath Eric’s body. She plays with his balls for a few seconds then takes them both in her mouth, sucking on them and jiggling them around with her tongue while Tory continues blowing him.

Gagging sounds come from Tory’s mouth as she pumps his cock, taking it all the way down her throat with every thrust, her hair flying everywhere while her head moves back and forth against him. And then she’s holding Eric’s cock in her throat, all the way down, deepthroating him, her nose pressed up against his stomach.

At the same time, Jasmine is pulling down on his sack, his balls in her mouth, tightening his skin and seriously increasing his sensitivity.

“Holy fuck,” Eric moans. He’s not sure how much longer he can take both girls working his cock so aggressively.

Luckily, the girls seem to sense the same thing, as Tory pulls her mouth off his cock just as Jasmine pops his balls from her mouth.

Giggling, they swap spit for a few seconds, making out right beneath his cock while he looks down, shaking his head in amazement, a smile fixed upon his lips.

“Okay, enough of the bullshit,” Jasmine says, standing up. “It’s my turn to take charge.” She grabs a handful of Tory’s hair and hauls her to her feet, just to shove her down onto the couch. Tory sprawls onto it, lengthwise, lying on her back.

Pointing her finger at Tory, Jasmine says, “You, grab your ankles and pull your legs up by your head.”

Tory nods and does as she’s told without hesitation. Her entire attitude has flipped, just like that, from dominant to submissive. Her eyes are wide and her face is fixed in an expression of deference.

Jasmine turns so she’s facing Tory’s pussy, climbs onto the couch, positions herself directly over Tory’s face, and sits down, dropping her pussy right onto Tory’s mouth. Then she turns and points to Eric. “You, come over her and start fucking her.”

Smiling, Eric does as he’s told too, finding that being ordered around by Jasmine exponentially increases his excitement level.

He positions one of his knees on the couch and slips his cock into Tory’s waiting, gaping, dripping wet pussy. It slides in without resistance.

Eric gives Tory his whole cock, pushing it all the way inside her, balls deep. Tory’s pussy is snug, tighter than Jasmine’s but not too tight that he’s in danger of cumming anytime soon. And it’s so wet and slippery that Eric only has to pump it a few times before it loosens up enough for him to start slamming into her.

And slam Tory he does, giving it to her more aggressively with every thrust.

Jasmine has a hold of Tory’s ankles and is holding them up near her shoulders, tilting Tory’s body upward so that Eric’s cock rubs against her clit with every pump.

Tory is making a ton of noise but most of it is muffled by Jasmine’s pussy.

Jasmine isn’t exactly being quiet either, but her moans are softer, more subdued, as she grinds her pussy into Tory’s face.

“Give it to her, Eric,” Jasmine says, her eyes locked on his. “Give it to her good. Fuck that filthy little slut with everything you’ve got.”

So he does, shifting his body to get more leverage and hammering Tory with all the energy he can muster. He grabs onto her amazing tits and gropes them while he fucks her, heightening not only his excitement but apparently Tory’s too, as another round of screaming escapes from underneath Jasmine’s pussy.

“There you go,” Jasmine says as Eric continues fucking Tory.

Jasmine reaches back and grabs ahold of Tory’s head and pulls her face upwards, smashing it into her pussy and holding it there, muffing Tory’s cries even further. Jasmine’s head turns towards the ceiling and her eyes eyelids flutter and a short, deep moan escapes from her throat as she rides the wave of orgasm.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” she says, releasing Tory’s head, once again allowing her dark-haired friend to breathe.

Figuring they’re about to switch positions again, Eric stops moving against Tory for the moment. Leaving his cock inside her, he bends down and goes to work on Tory’s tits, licking and sucking and biting on her nipples.

 But Jasmine doesn’t leave her perch upon Tory’s face. She grabs a handful of Eric’s hair and lifts his head so their faces are mere centimeters apart. She sticks her tongue in Eric’s mouth and explores the inside for a moment, then breaks off the kiss.

“Bring your cock up here,” she says. “I want to taste Tory’s pussy.”

Using the back of the couch for support, Eric climbs to his feet, standing on the cushions.

Jasmine grabs ahold of his cock (which is gleaming from Tory’s pussy) and slides it into her mouth. She sucks his cock, cleaning it of Tory’s juices, her hand and mouth working in unison as she takes his cock all the way down her throat.

Eric looks down at Jasmine. Something about the ways she’s looking at him while  deepthroating him and sitting on Tory’s face combined with Tory’s perfect tits visible below Jasmine lithe, tight body causes him to almost lose his load.

He quickly pulls his cock out of Jasmine’s mouth and holds it tight, right at the base, hoping to stave off cumming at least for a little while longer.

Jasmine is looking up at him with an amused little smile on her face. She’s knows exactly what just happened.

“Close call?” she says, more to rib him about it than anything else.

“Real close,” Eric says. He takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment, then lets it out. The moment passes.

“Better now?” Jasmine asks.

“Much,” he replies.

Jasmine doesn’t waste any time. She spits on his cock and starts jerking him off, her eyes still locked on his. “So, do you like Tory’s tits?” she asks.


“Do you want to fuck them?”

He nods.

Jasmine wraps her lips around his cock and slams it into her mouth a few times until she’s gagging on it. Then she pulls her mouth off his cock, positions her head directly over Tory’s chest and lets the gathered spit drip from her mouth right onto Tory’s tits, creating a little reservoir of saliva between the two of them.

“There you go,” Jasmine says. “Have fun with them. But don’t cum yet. I need your cock inside me again before the night’s done.”

Smiling, Eric gives Jasmine a little peck on the cheek and then drops down, straddling Tory’s chest, one leg on each side. His raging cock is sitting in the slot directly between Tory’s two perfect tits, as if they were created specifically to house a cock between them.

Tory been in this situation many times before; she knows exactly what’s going on. She presses her tits together without being told, making his cock disappear behind them.

Eric starts pumping his hips forward and back, watching as the tip of his cock pops out from behind Tory’s tits at the top of every thrust. Jasmine’s saliva serving as a perfect lubricant, slick enough to allow his cock to glide along Tory’s skin without catching but not so slick that he slips out the top.

Tory’s tits are perfect for fucking, soft but firm. Eric hasn’t been riding them for long when he feels an orgasm building once again. But he’s got some time still before it’s imminent, and he’s enjoying titty-fucking Tory so much that he doesn’t want to stop. He’s just getting into a good rhythm when Jasmine grabs his chins and lifts it up so he’s looking at her. She sticks her tongue in his mouth and they start making out.

This nearly causes Eric’s system to overload and he quickly pulls back, disconnecting his mouth from Jasmine and his cock from Tory.

“Another close call?” Jasmine says. “Already?”

“What can I say? It felt good.”

“It must have,” Jasmine says, shifting her body so she’s lying on top of Tory, her head right above Tory’s pussy. “Why don’t you sit back for a bit, try to get a hold of yourself.”

“What about you two?” Eric says.

“Oh, I think we can keep ourselves busy for a little while,” Jasmine says. She sticks two fingers in her mouth and rubs them along her tongue. Then she pulls them out of her mouth and slides them into Tory’s pussy. “Right, Tory?”

Tory grunts in assent, her mouth still full of Jasmine’s pussy.

Smiling, her eyes filled with mischief and excitement, Jasmine drops her head and starts licking Tory’s clit while she works her fingers in and out of her dark-haired friends pussy.

Eric sits back on the couch, makes himself comfortable, and watches the show.

It isn’t long before he’s rearing to go again. As much as he enjoys watching Tory and Jasmine going at it (and he does enjoy it) he’s simply too wound up to only watch at this point.

So he climbs onto his knees and scoots forward towards Jasmine’s head, which is bent down, still licking Tory’s pussy.

Eric grabs Jasmine’s head, lifting it up, and sticks his cock in her mouth, face-fucking her while she continues to slam her fingers into Tory’s pussy.

After a few pumps, he pulls his cock out of Jasmine’s mouth, yanks her fingers from Tory’s pussy, and replaces them with his cock.

He starts to hammer his cock into Tory while Jasmine goes back to work licking Tory’s clit.

A short time later, Eric pulls his cock from Tory’s pussy, lifts Jasmine’s head back up, and again sticks his cock in her mouth.

He continues following this pattern, fucking Tory for a few seconds before sticking his cock into Jasmine’s mouth so she can suck off all of her dark-haired friends juices, then slamming his cock back into Tory for a few more pumps before having Jasmine blow him some more.

The short amount of time spent in each girl’s hole allows him to stay well away from approaching orgasm, despite the depravity of what he’s doing to them. There simply isn’t enough consistent pressure to worry about cumming.

After a couple minutes of this, Jasmine decides to switch things up. She pushes Eric back onto the couch, turns around, grabs ahold of Tory’s hair, and drags her to the other side of the couch so both girls are in between Eric’s legs, which are spread wide.

Jasmine takes his cock in her mouth while Tory works his balls, both licking and sucking and slobbering all over him, giving him by far the wettest, sloppiest blow job he’s ever received.

At one point, Jasmine takes his whole cock in her mouth at the same time as Tory swallows his entire sack. As Eric watches on intently, their lips get closer and closer until they finally meet. They spend a moment touching each other, each with a mouthful of Eric inside them.

Then Jasmine coughs and pulls off his cock, sending a stream of saliva down his shaft and into Tory’s waiting mouth, which has by now released his balls. 

The girls take a moment to swap spit with each other before switching things up, Tory attacking his cock while Jasmine takes a turn on his underside.

Jasmine sucks on his balls for a few seconds, then grabs his leg and pushes it up and to the side, draping it over the back of the couch and lifting his asshole off the couch.

While Tory continues bobbing her head up and down on his cock, sucking it like the pro she is, Jasmine goes to work on Eric’s asshole, licking and tonguing it with the zeal of a true slut.

“Holy fucking shit,” he moans, eliciting a satisfied smile from Tory. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and shakes his head quickly from side-to-side, trying desperately to take his mind off the nastiness going on.

“Don’t even think about cumming yet,” Jasmine says. “You still have to fuck me again before this night is up.”

“Then you’d better climb on top of me soon,” Eric replies. “Because I don’t think I can take too much more of this.”

Laughing, Jasmine says, “If you insist.” She slaps Tory on the ass. “I think Eric needs a good facesitting. How about you?”

“Hell yeah,” Tory says after popping his cock from her mouth. She climbs up Eric’s body, slips one leg on each side of his head, spreads her ass cheeks apart, and sits right down on his face, smothering him.

Eric’s tongue flicks in and out of her pussy, pushing and probing around blindly while he takes what little breaths he can from the tiny packets of air created as Tory moves in a circular motion on his face.

Down below, Jasmine has a tight hold on his cock and she seems to be slapping it up against her face. The pressure is relieved slightly as she slides it into her pussy, but it quickly reappears as she bounces up and down on his cock, her body tilted back, forcing his cock into an unnatural position, facing slightly away from his body.

But Eric attention is quickly diverted when Tory starts grinding on his face, pushing down with real force, completely smothering him and making it almost impossible to breathe. He realizes one of the great benefits of having one girl sitting on his face while another fucks him; the combination of sensations is so overwhelming that he’s not really in any danger of cumming despite how excited he is. There’s simply too much going on.

“Stick your tongue out so I can ride it,” Tory says, sitting up just enough that she can see his face and giving him a chance to breathe.

Eric willingly does as he’s told.

“That’s a good boy,” Tory says, dropping back down onto his face with all her weight and moving her hips back and forth against his face, forcing his tongue deeper and deeper inside her pussy as she rides his tongue. “Right there. Right fucking there.”

Meanwhile, Jasmine has shifted her position and is now doing some serious riding of her own, driving her pelvis into his hips, slamming down onto him, impaling herself on his cock.

Time stretches like taffy as both girls work him feverishly, pummeling and abusing his body, blurring the line between pleasure and pain until he’s so overwhelmed that everything becomes a blur.

At some point, the girls must have switched places, as Eric realizes Jasmine is sitting on his face while Tory bounces on his cock.

Jasmine grinds her pussy against his face, moving it up and down, back and forth, putting her whole weight on him and only letting up right before he’s about to pass out. She rides his tongue with her pussy, then her asshole, then she’s bent over and making out with him, giving him a precious breath of fresh air, but then she flips around and sits on his face again, this time facing Tory, so that Eric’s nose is pressing up against her asshole while his mouth is smashed up against her pussy.

Eric feels like he’s been swallowed whole by Jasmine’s pussy, that his entire head is inside her, that’s he’s somehow swimming in her pussy juices, breathing them in like a fish breathes in water. He can feel Tory pounding away on his cock but the sensation is muted, far away, in another world almost. The sounds of the girls moaning and groaning and screaming are all muffled, like they’re all underwater.

So this is what it’s like to lose yourself, he thinks, and then things start to go gray.

The next thing Eric knows, he’s breathing in deep, gasping gulps and the world explodes back into focus. Jasmine is still sitting on his face but not putting all her weight on him, giving him plenty of air to breathe. Tory is still riding his cock as aggressively as ever.

Not much as changed on the surface, but inside him, everything has changed. Where before there was so much sensation that he was practically numb to it, now things have swung completely in the other direction. He is hyper-sensitive, his body tingling, signing to him. He feels like he’s going to jump out of his skin. 

Eric isn’t exactly sure what just happened but he does know one thing for sure; he’s going to cum, and soon. There’s no way around it. So he lifts Jasmine off his face long enough to say so aloud.

He’s expecting Tory to jump off him at this point, but instead she just leans forward and puts her hands on his chest continues riding him like she didn’t heard what he said. But that’s impossible. She had to have heard him. Maybe she just didn’t care. He’s not sure if he should say it again.

“It’s okay,” Jasmine says, as if reading his mind. She’s completely climbed off the couch and is standing over him, her head hovering right above his as she tenderly strokes the side of his face with her fingers. “Just cum right inside her pussy. She doesn’t mind. Do you Tory?”

Tory shakes her head and continues hammering her pussy down into him. She’s biting down on her bottom lip and breathing hard and staring directly at him, her tits bouncing and flopping up and down right in front of his face.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Eric says under his breath, drawing the word out while his body stiffens for one excruciating moment before releasing all the tension gathered over the course of the last hour in a series of electric spasms. His body bucks and shudders as he shoots his load up into Tory’s pussy, who continues riding him (although more gently than before) until his cock has expended every last ounce of its bounty.

Eric is still trying in the process of recovering from his orgasm when Tory says “You’ve done good. But we still have one little trick up our sleeves.”

“What’s that?” Eric says.

“You’ll see,” Jasmine replies as she walks past him.

As Eric watches Jasmine climbs up onto the couch and lies down, her back to the cushions, her head to the ceiling. Her head is between his legs, right about even with his knees.

Smiling like the devil, Tory climbs off him and backs her ass up so it’s directly above Jasmine’s face. With her eyes still locked on Eric, she squats down until her pussy is almost touching Jasmine’s mouth and sticks two fingers inside her pussy.

A little shiver runs through Eric’s body as he realizes what these two dirty sluts are doing. He watches intently as Tory’s finishes digging around inside her pussy and slides her fingers back out.

A couple seconds later a river of his sperm is dripping out of Tory’s pussy and into Jasmine’s waiting, open mouth.

Tory squeezes out a few more drops then helps Jasmine into a sitting position. Tory then turns her head to the ceiling and Jasmine lets Eric’s cum drip from her mouth to Tory’s.

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