Future of Porn

“Forget all the men turning towards her. Forget how her breasts rocked under the distressed fabric of her top, how her little skirt flipped up, how it hardly covered the twin curves of her ass. Forget how she was moving down the New York streets and avenues wearing next to nothing. She probably didn’t hear the words the men said to her, the whistles. She was still thinking about blowing the newspaper guy. ”

* * * * *

The next Monday, I didn’t meet Carol at her class. She was finally having her — meetings — with her guys, and I gave her all the time she needed. I waited in the library, glancing up as she flounced in. She wore a muscle shirt, green, with wide arm-holes, and a wrap-around tartan skirt. The skirt was fixed with a big safety needle. In addition to that, she had big shit-kicking boots on. She looked captivating.

She had a smile for me. I noticed her lipstick was all messed up. She kissed my cheek, then sat down beside me. I waited as she pulled out her lipstick tube and a little mirror, and applied a new layer.

I was patient. This was the first time I’d seen her since Friday, and I wanted her to be in a good mood. I didn’t want to break the suddenly delicate mood while she was preparing to tell me.

“The last three days,” I said finally, unable to handle the silence any longer, “did you have fun?”

She nodded quietly, suddenly shy again, then impulsively pulled me to her and kissed me. She buried her head in my shoulder, and her voice was muffled. “You want my report?”

“Hell, yeah,” I said.

Still muffled, she said, “I fucked Andrew. Lots of times. And then today, I made friends with the guy at the newspaper stand in Queens. It was easy, like you said it would be. And then, with the Cap guy — the frat boy guy I don’t like — I got him before the class. I just pulled him out, around the corner, and put him up against the wall. Then after the same class, with the other guy — the Guido? I took him to the student lounge, and frenched him by the coke machines. He was all under my shirt.”

I nodded stiffly. I still didn’t know what I was feeling… only that I wanted to know more. “What was it like?”

She knew what I was asking. “Oh, Tyler. It was “fun”! I don’t know if it should be so fun, like that.”

“Of course it should be fun, Carol,” I said. “Otherwise there’s no point.”

“Really?” she seemed relieved.

“Of course,” I said. “Are you still mine?”

“Tyler, I’m yours forever!” she clasped me closer, her fingers bunching on my shirt. “You don’t have anything to worry about. It was just fun, and I still want you all to myself. I was worried that my feelings might change, with all the boys working me (four men in three days!), but my feelings are the same. I feel more for you now than ever.”

She gave a wet, crowded little sniff, and I realized she was crying a little.

“Good,” I said, stroking her hair. “Then everything is like we hoped, right?”

“Yeah,” she said.

I said, “Now, tell me “everything”, all the details.”

“You want to know a secret?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“This part is the most fun for me. Telling you. I’m so happy and relieved.”

“I have a secret of my own,” I said. “I want my cock in your mouth.” And, boy, did I. My cock was so hard, it was pushing out the fold of my jeans.

“Me too,” she said, not making a move towards me. We both knew, by now, that it was much more fun to let the tension build. We would be going back to my apartment after this, anyway. We sat together quietly for a moment.

“Tell me everything,” I said. “All the nasty details.” It was wonderfully intimate, listening to her wet, muffled whisper about sex and sluttiness, there in the middle of the library.

* * * * *

*Weekend With Andrew*

On the subway, I bounced against Andrew all the way back to Queens. I was in front of him, staring at the crowd in the car, and he was behind me, leaning over me and whispering in my ear. For most of the ride, he was a voice in my head, hot breath in my ear, and a disembodied cock rubbing my ass.

He was full of questions about you and me, Tyler. I think he idolizes you. His main fear about transferring here was not the classes, the cost, whatever. It was ‘the level of cool,’ as he put it, of the guys there. I mean, all he saw were my guy-friends confidently jumping all over me, passing me around. And then there was you, cool, sophisticated, world-wise, teaching him secrets about how to please women (me).

He played it cool, and he has always been very judgmental, but he was wondering how he would fit in.

First off, I told him that not everybody was like me and my friends. I had to “work” for it. Up till the start of my second semester, I was just as lame as everybody else. I encouraged him, saying, you just go to the city, “become” something, and everybody treats you like you “are” that something. I told him it was easy, once you started.

He wasn’t convinced. Then I got this flash of insight. He had wrapped his arm around me, with his hand gripping my shoulder and his forearm over my chest. It felt so warm and comfortable — and fewer people were looking at me. I don’t notice people staring very often — not any more — but sometimes I do. And it all goes away when you’re holding my hand.

I’m sure some people still stare, but they don’t outright ogle me. They don’t come up and start talking. It’s like you, being my boyfriend, make a man-barrier between me and the world. It’s nice to hide behind, sometimes. I can’t be me “all” the time.

I think about the man-barrier every now and then. Like when I leave my house in just a little silk dress and nothing else. Like when I’m on the subway platform, and the train pulls in, and my dress flies up. Suddenly I think, “I’m going into the city and I’m mostly naked.” I think, “I’m gonna be walking around with a millimeter of fabric between my cunt and every guy on the street.”

It all slams down like a ton of bricks. But then I think about meeting you, and how you basically “eat me” with your eyes. Everybody can stare, they can talk to me, and get me to kiss them, and run their hands under my skirt — but eventually I’ll be there with you. (And then there are the other times, when I just get totally horny with all these strangers.)

Well, I got that same protection-feeling from Andrew when he wrapped his arm around me. So before I could think it out, I said, “Well, why don’t we pretend I’m your girlfriend this weekend?”

“What?”

“No, really. I’ll be your girlfriend, like we’ve been going together for a few months. You can practice on me, and I’ll give you instructions.”

“Really? You really think I can learn to be a Tyler?”

You’re smiling, Tyler. Yeah. That was great for me too. Like, here’s a guy, and he thinks you’re a totally cool hunk. I don’t have many girl friends, and certainly none in college, since this semester. Usually girlfriends give feedback about boyfriends. So this was the first time I’d actually heard, from someone beside myself, that you’re a great guy.

“What about… you know. The sex part?” Andrew asked me.

“The sex ties everything together,” I said simply. I didn’t want to get into it: this position was allowed, this position was not. I decided I would just drop everything in his lap, and let him sort it out. “I’d certainly be insulted if, like, you jacked off instead. I mean, I thought I felt something between us.”

“We have pictures, even,” he laughed. “Okay, “girlfriend”, let me take you out to dinner tonight. You can tell me about life at the Big U.”

“Sounds great!”

“What about Tyler?” he asked. “Is he going to mind?”

“About the dinner? Or all the sex?” I giggled at his discomfort. “Tyler has no say in what I do with my body,” I lied. “He says it’s all my own business, just that I should be safe and respect him.”

“Hmm!” said Andrew.

After we got off the train, we walked the four blocks back to my house. He held my hand, he teased me, he squeezed me when I made jokes — he was very good at pretending to be my boyfriend. Almost as if he’d been imagining himself in that role since the morning.

Andrew’s first test came early, when we passed by the newspaper guy. He stays in his stand to sell stuff to returning commuters, and as we were passing by he was closing up for the night.

The newspaper guy saw me coming, and started his yelling. He said something about how I was bringing my men home with me now. Of “course” this caused other people on the street to look at us. I thought Andrew would lose it, or crumble.

But no — he played it up. He had a big smile, and he walked me close by the stand, even slowing down. I followed meekly. As we passed, Andrew reached up and patted my head, grinning at the newspaper guy. The newspaper guy gave Andrew a big thumbs-up.

I was relieved, whispering, “Good job!”

Andrew looked a little surprised. “That was all acting. I patted your head, like you were a good little pet.”

“Like Tyler said, that guy isn’t yelling because he’s mean. He’s yelling because he’s left out. You just included him in something. That was a ‘New York Moment.’”

“I included him at the cost of humiliating you,” Andrew said.

“Yeah!” I squeezed his hand. “Wasn’t that easy?”

“What’s easy is being your boyfriend,” he observed.

I laughed. “Tell that to Tyler for me, the next time you see him.”

I installed Andrew in our guest room in the house. Actually my step-brother’s room, which is empty since he’s in the army.

It was late, and we’d have to hurry to get to dinner. So while Andrew got ready, I went to my room to change.

Since he didn’t know about my rules for clothes, I thought I would dress differently. I put on a bra and panties, and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked tasty, all strapped-in or fluffed up in the right places. But it also felt a little constricting, like a two-piece string bikini that had been tied too tightly.

I put on socks, and pulled on some jeans. Tight little hip-huggers, with the belt-loops cut off. They left my belly uncovered almost down to my puddy — very low. I threw on a little sweater with long sleeves, four buttons in front.

As I moved around the room, throwing stuff in my purse, the clothes rubbed against me. I dug out some shoes, and as I bent over to put them on, the jeans cut into my stomach. I had to “push” against my jeans, just to lean over.

My bra was cutting into my back. The sweater was scratching my arms. I could feel prickles of sweat breaking out on my neck. I was slowing down as I moved.

This wouldn’t work. It felt all wrong.

“My clothes were against me.” I could feel all that fabric, pressed against every square inch of my body, digging in and squeezing me. The friction was abrading my skin, giving me a rash, making me all itchy.

In thirty seconds, I’d thrown everything off again. I stood naked in the middle of my room, sighing with relief. I went back to the closet, to the special part.

I pulled a flowery little dress off the rack and tried it on. It had little straps over the shoulders, an open back with a tie that would draw it tight across my breasts and stomach, and a flouncy little skirt that ended at the top third of my thighs. It looked like the perfect antidote.

I pulled it off again, found some scissors on my desk, and cut the tags off. Then I cut the straps in the back off. After I cut the straps, there was no going back. When I slid into the dress again, it hanged loosely over my chest, the two triangles over my tits sliding this way and that. The open back, without the strings to tie, gaped to my tailbone. When I arched my back and looked in the mirror — that open back was like a big, gaping window to my ass. All you had to do was get the right angle.

Anyway, it was comfy. It didn’t press on my tits — I could barely feel it — and air circulated freely under the skirt. It had two things going for it: It was cute, and I would barely notice it.

Andrew whistled at me when I walked into the room. “Very hot,” he said.

“Very light,” I added. I turned, and showed him my back, “Does this go down too far? Does it show too much of my back?”

“Sure does!” he admired me, motioning me to spin around again. “I can see the top curves of your ass, but no ass-crack. And when you turn, I can see the sides of your breasts from behind! And I didn’t know you had so many muscles around your shoulder blades! I can see everything!”

“Should I change?” I asked. If he was my play-boyfriend, then he had the right to offer advice.

“Hell, no,” he said. “It’s like you’re wrapped in wet toilet paper. You’re going to be the hottest thing on the street.”

“Use them or lose them,” I giggled.

But his mood didn’t stay.

We rode the subway a few stops to a better part of town. I noticed he was half staring at me, and half staring at the guys around me.

“What are you looking at?” I whispered to him.

He leaned into me, his eyes fixed on my breasts. “The guys around you. Every stop, they get a little closer.”

“So?” I asked. “They always do that.”

“And you don’t mind?”

I shook my head, “This is nothing. You should see me when it’s crowded. They’re all over me.”

“And this happens every day?”

I gave him a mischievous grin. “If I’m lucky.”

He still didn’t look happy.

“Once, I got a hickie on my neck,” I told him, just to fuck with him. It didn’t really happen, but I like to think about it on the subway.

He shook his head at me. “You’ve changed, Carol.”

“Thanks,” I said. I stepped close to him, and turned around to face the ring of men around me. They looked like any other men — nicely dressed, badly dressed, fit, fat. If I’d been alone, I would’ve grabbed the pole in the center of the car, and rocked with the motion, my eyes closed.

I knew what would happen then. Soon, I would’ve felt them on me, an accidental touch here, a pressure there, as they slowly closed in. Eventually, a hand would land on me, and glide off toward the pole. And the others, seeing that I didn’t respond, would hesitantly reach out.

It was rarely anything obvious. Just easily-explained brushes here and there, that would slowly make me flushed — it was mostly in my mind, I think. When you’re being looked at so closely, and you can feel their breath on your skin… a girl starts to imagine. (And sometimes, there are the obvious gropes; different story.)

I told Andrew, “If they think you’re with me, they won’t get any closer.”

“Oh?”

I sighed, a little exasperated. “So kiss me already. You’d be doing me a favor, right? Boyfriend?”

His hands closed around my waist. I dragged my eyes off the watching men and tilted my head back over my shoulder, lips meeting his. He gave a tentative kiss. I opened my mouth and reached up for more.

My hands were braced against his thighs for support, and I could feel his cock getting hard against my ass. I let my legs spread for balance. As the train rocked, I could feel my breasts sway back and forth against the fabric of the dress.

I let my eyes drift back to the men, they were watching. I made sure they knew I saw them watching, as I scooped my tongue back into Andrew’s mouth. Andrew wasn’t the best foil for me, but he was there. This was the first time I’d really — “performed,” I guess the word is — on the subway.

I let the saliva spread over my lips, onto my cheeks, as they watched Andrew’s hands squeeze my waist. I tried to let each of them know, through my eyes, what might’ve been, if only Andrew hadn’t been there.

I sometimes get too far into my role. That was how this all started. You, Tyler, had told me that I “owe all men.” I owed them what I could give them. And what could a woman give all these men, strangers in the subway? A woman could give them dreams. Wishes. Glimpses. I owed men their fantasies.

So, as a result of my choices, I was getting my mouth reamed in the subway by a guy I didn’t particularly like. Andrew is… “eh”. He’s way too self-involved, and as a result, he accidentally insults me in horrible ways. But I kept him close, because he was my self-assigned “task”.

“Carol!” he hissed suddenly. “Your tit is sticking out!”

There he went, “again”! I stared at him, watching his anxiety build. I could “feel” my right breast sticking out — when I swayed with the subway car, it pressed against the fabric which was now on the outside of the breast. “So?”

“Sss — so? Like some whore?”

“You think someone’s looking?”

Andrew refused to look around at my audience. “I “know” they’re all staring at you.”

I gave a nonchalant shrug. “So what? Why aren’t “you” staring? Why aren’t you pulling my other ‘tit’ out? Why aren’t you covering me up with the palm of your hand?”

“I don’t know!” He was utterly confused. “Is that what I do?”

“You do what you want to do. That’s the whole point. Fake it till you make it.”

“Your… breast… is still showing.”

My patience ran out. “You know, Andrew. I’m not going to tuck my clothes around all night. I gave that up a month ago. You’re going to have to come up with a strategy to deal with it.”

And it went downhill from there.

Andrew said, “You’re embarrassing me!”

“I’m “embarrassing” you?” I hissed, shocked. “I’m a frickin’ galactic turn-on! Get with it! I’d damn near fuck any man in this car, without knowing their names. I’m a male’s “fantasy”. Do “you” have fantasies? Why don’t you live them out on me, rather than pissing yourself?”

(You would have been proud of me. I was certainly proud of myself, the way I reacted. I wasn’t humiliated, or shy — I was “outraged!” He was insulting my whole reality!)

I didn’t know it then, but I’d be mad at him the whole weekend. That night, after a tense dinner, we came home and I threw him on the bed, unbuckled his pants and went down on him. Even when I pressed his hands against my body, and eased his cock into me, a dumb smile on my face, I was angry at him.

And he never learned. He wanted the curtains shut while we fucked — so I left them open. He wanted me to wear underwear with my dress when we went into Manhattan on Saturday — so I switched to a smaller dress (and still skipped the underwear). He was embarrassed to kiss me at the movie theater, so I went down on him. If guys whistled at me, and he complained, I’d make a show of myself. He moaned about the guys at the bar, who were all over me — so I gave my phone number to all of them (and I’m getting a lot of calls). He didn’t like me running around the house in just my panties, so I went totally naked.

Mostly, we fucked like bunnies for 48 hours. I don’t want to ever see him again. Every time he shot into me, into my mouth or my puddy, I despised him a little more. In my mind, I pretended he was one of the guys from my classes, or a guy from high school. Even a guy on the street. It helped me come. I pretended I was just being used, to store cum. It helped me to fuck Andrew blind.

* * * * *

Back in the library, I sat in stunned silence as Carol leaned toward me, face flushed, whispering urgently in my ear.

When I’d kissed her good-bye on Friday, sending her with Andrew, I’d imagined — I don’t know. I thought she would tenderly take his virginity or something, a beautiful sharing that only a woman-Carol could give.

What I actually got was marathon, sweaty, anger-sex? Whatever it was, it was completely outside of where we were as a couple, it left me quite off-balance. Next time, I decided, we should really talk more about it beforehand.

“Yeah, it shocked me too,” she said. “I’m just going to keep talking, T. I’ll tell you about my make-out sessions with the next two guys.”

I nodded. Weird and surprising as it was, I was actually fine with the Andrew story. Apart from being hugely annoyed with him for not appreciating Carol. I was willing — okay, “verry” interested — in hearing more (and relieved that I was feeling no jealousy).

Alan and Denis could not contain their delight, whistling and clapping at the visual feast on display. After a few seconds admiring their prize, the men ordered the girls onto the bed, and instructed Anna to lie on her back with her head facing toward them. Anna positioned herself accordingly, and her pulse quickened as Denis told Julie to eat her out.

Julie flashed a look at Anna before going to work, her tongue lapping at Anna’s clit as Alan and Denis moved in to watch. Further instructions from Denis saw Julie speed up the flicks of her tongue, drawing moans from the spread-eagled brunette. As Anna’s hips began to buck, Julie pinned her tightly to the bed by wrapping her arms around Anna’s upper thighs. The moans became cries as Anna neared orgasm, and she began grabbing at Julie in ecstasy.

Abruptly, Alan ordered Julie to stop. The blonde raised her head and, receiving another directive (this time from Denis), moved up to begin kissing a disappointed Anna passionately on the lips, while simultaneously kneading Anna’s breasts and running her hands across Anna’s outstretched body. The girls embraced each other for several minutes, their tongues deeply exploring each other’s mouths and their limbs entwined, before Denis ordered them to switch positions. This time it was Anna’s turn.

Julie lay back and moved her hands to her breasts in anticipation, as Anna placed herself between Julie’s legs, ready to taste a girl for the first time. Leaning in, she slowly began moving her tongue up and down Julie’s pussy lips, flicking her tongue in and out of Julie’s vagina. Sucking at her clit, she then began a concentrated effort to bring the delectable blonde to the brink. Julie’s body arched and her head began thrashing from side to side as she neared her own orgasm, before once again the girls were ordered to stop and continue kissing one another.

Anna moved up Julie’s body, taking a nipple into her mouth as she went, before reaching Julie’s mouth and locking lips. Anna couldn’t believe what she was doing, and particularly couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying it. She felt as though she had been making love to women for years, for being with this girl felt so natural. Anna and Julie became more and more passionate in their kissing as the minutes ticked by, while Alan and Denis cheered them on.

Suddenly, Anna snapped back to reality as a thud compelled her to open her eyes. Alan and Denis had begun undressing, which caught Anna momentarily by surprise – she was so involved with pleasuring Julie that she had forgotten the real reason for the girls being in the room. A stark reminder followed as Alan and Denis peeled off their last remaining garments and stood at the end of the bed. Their half-erect cocks were enormous, and the sight of them drew horrified gasps from the girls who recoiled at their size.

The men wasted no time. Standing inches apart, their eyes roamed across the bodies of the naked beauties as they masturbated themselves to full arousal. Alan’s penis was about 10 inches, thick and curved, while Denis’s was 8-9 inches but thicker and straight with a huge bulbous head. Producing a box of condoms from Alan’s jacket, they each put one on before racing to either side of the bed.

Alan then grabbed Julie’s arm and yanked her roughly toward him, before pushing her onto her back and grabbing her legs. He pulled Julie’s body to the edge of the bed and got hold of her ankles, positioning her legs up and over his shoulders as he held his penis against her vaginal opening with his right hand. Denis, meanwhile, seized Anna by her waist and flipped her onto her front. Taking hold of her legs just above the knee, he pulled her body toward him before grasping her hips and hoisting her ass up and into the doggie position. Denis then lined himself up behind Anna as she raised her body into a full-fledged hands-and-knees posture, and she immediately felt the head of his penis brush against her inner thighs.

The positioning of the girls now meant that Anna could look directly down at Julie’s face or directly across at Alan, positioned on the other side of the bed. The girls braced themselves, staring wildly into each other’s eyes as the men teased them with the heads of their swollen organs. Then, in a clearly rehearsed routine, Alan looked across at Denis and with a smirk yelled “1 – 2 – 3!”

The girls shrieked in unison as each man’s penis plunged home. Anna felt like she had just been ripped apart, and her eyes welled up with tears as Denis’s penis lodged itself inside her as far as it would go. She shifted her knees and hips in a vain effort to find some comfort but each change in position caused his penis to move inside her, creating further pain. Anna glanced down at Julie, whose face had reddened. She noticed a tear running away from one eye, and heard her whimpering softly.

Denis and Alan exchanged satisfied glances before Denis began a second count. At ‘3′, both men began sliding their huge cocks out of the girls, and Anna gasped again at the sensation of this huge penis withdrawing from her body. A third count from Alan saw ‘3′ reached again, and at that moment, the fucking truly began. Alan and Denis admired each other across the bed, commenting on their ongoing performances as their cocks pounded Anna and Julie mercilessly and the girls’ anguished cries rang out.

Denis, his hands holding onto Anna’s hips, began slapping her firm ass with stinging blows, causing her to grunt as his penis continued slamming into her vagina. She looked down, struggling to hold back her tears, and saw Julie in a similar state as the blonde’s breasts swayed back and forth from the delivery she was receiving from Alan. Then, without warning, Anna’s head was yanked back – Denis had grabbed a handful of her thick brown hair and was using it like a reign.

“Come on girl”, Denis said. “Take a look at who you have next!” Anna could look nowhere but at Alan, who was gawking at the brunette despite the blonde beauty he was fucking. “He likes the look of you, girlie, oh yeah”, panted Denis as his pace quickened even further, causing her to squeal. “You like what you see over there?” he demanded. Anna nodded yes as she grunted from the onslaught. The men laughed, and Denis let Anna’s hair fall loose.

Julie’s body, meanwhile, was being thrown twelve inches across the bed with each violent penetration that Alan delivered, but there was no escape – with her ankles hooked over his shoulders and his hands gripping her lower thighs, she simply bounced back toward him for his next thrust. Her hands clutched the bed sheets like a vice as she looked up at Anna helplessly, uttering a cry each time his penis was driven home. Alan, while fucking her, applied his fingers roughly to Julie’s clit, working it feverishly as he brutally brought her to orgasm.

“Kiss her!” shouted Alan to Anna, as the girls made eye contact. Anna leant down and after struggling for a moment to get her timing right, managed to lock lips with Julie, and the two began kissing each other desperately as the men continued the fuck session.

For almost twenty minutes the sex carried on. Anna and Julie, soon drenched in sweat from the ordeal, continued being pummeled by Alan and Denis who were no longer trash-talking, instead working silently away. The room was now hushed save for the sounds of Julie’s body sliding back and forth over the bed linen, the girls’ distressed grunts and the moist sound of sweaty scrotums slapping loudly against inner thighs.

Then, Denis signaled to Alan and the two withdrew, causing a gasp from Anna who promptly collapsed in a heap. Julie, after a moment had passed, raised herself onto her elbows and looked back at Anna, her expression one of despair. The men hadn’t even come close to cumming – both girls knew that – and they watched as Denis moved around the bed to join Alan on the other side.

“Here!” Denis barked, looking at Anna and pointing to an area of the bed next to Julie. Anna slowly rose to her feet, her right buttock on fire from Denis’s abuse and her vagina swollen with the effort of containing such a huge penis. She made her way gingerly around to where they were standing, before Denis seized her by the shoulders and pushed her down. Now both girls lay on their backs, side by side, their breasts and tummies glistening with perspiration. Anna panicked when she saw the men remove their condoms, before realizing that they were donning fresh ones for round two. She soon understood why when they switched partners.

Denis reached toward the headboard and grabbed two pillows, doubling each one up and handing them to the girls. “Put these behind your heads”, he said with a smirk. “I want you to see what’s going on down here.”

They did as they were told, before each man then forced his respective girl’s body into the position Julie had been in for the first session. Her legs spread and resting in an upward position against Alan’s body, Anna could do little but watch as he leaned forward, stretching her legs back as he pushed his penis deep inside her.

Anna cried out, but her protests were lost in the scream Julie delivered as Denis’s massive cock almost split her in half. Both men now used the girls’ legs as supports, leaning forward and making their fuck toys support their body weight while they thrust away as hard and as quickly as they could. Alan took full advantage, lifting his hands from the bed completely and instead massaging Anna’s breasts and pinching her nipples. Julie, who had gripped Anna’s hand when first penetrated, now dug her fingernails into Denis’s forearms as she quickly came for a second time.

Anna was now close as well. She had not reached orgasm during the first round of fucking, but Alan’s thrusts were more rhythmical than Denis’s, and they allowed her to build more easily toward a climax. Watching her breasts heaving back and forth, she felt a rush as she saw Alan’s penis powerfully enter and exit her vagina. Faster and faster the men moved, in a frenzy that brought sobs from Julie and gasps from Anna.

Soon, she could contain it no more - Anna came in a deliriously dizzy moment, her pussy on fire and tingling in the immediate aftermath of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced.

Immediately afterward, without warning, Alan withdrew and pulled the condom off, grabbing Anna’s ankles and forcing her legs apart. Gripping his penis, he jerked off for five, maybe six strokes before jet after jet of cum spurted forth, most of it landing on Anna’s breasts and tummy while a substantial amount in less powerful spurts and dribbles pooled around Anna’s clit and flowed down between her legs.

Denis whipped his condom off as well, but unlike Alan he forced his partner into a final act of service, instructing Julie to sit up and jerk him off herself. Julie didn’t have to work very hard, but the torrents of cum that blasted her face and chest were not welcomed by the blonde, who regained her composure but offered Denis no reaction to his climax.

Neither man needed one. After almost an hour of fucking these two gorgeous women, they had experienced enough. Tossing $400 on the bed, they bowed mockingly before thanking the girls for a great screw. Dressing, they promptly left in fits of giggles, patting themselves on the back at a job well done. Anna and Julie, meanwhile, lay together in an exhausted, cum-covered heap until Henri appeared at the open door and motioned for them to get up.

“The showers are upstairs”, he said to the girls. “You have fifteen minutes, then I want you back out front.” With that Henri turned and strode off, leaving them to their devices.

They looked at each other, and for the first time Anna saw Julie smile. Whether the smile stemmed from relief, fatigue or genuine happiness, Anna suddenly felt as though she had bonded with the girl. Toweling off, they put their lingerie back on and headed upstairs for a deserved shower and a welcome respite from the rest of the evening lying ahead.

He increased his pace and slammed his dick into her balls deep. She enjoyed every second of it and could feel that she was going to cum soon.

“Oh, damn! You’re gonna make me cum!” She cried.

Kenny was breathless. “Yeah? You gonna cum on my dick?”

“Yeah, baby, I wanna cum on your big cock.”

The girl was torture! Her pussy felt incredible caressing him and it took extreme control to keep from losing it right then.

“Let’s see you cum then you lil slut,” he said with sweat running down his temples, “Let me see you squirt all over me.”

Annisa took her finger and manipulated her clit while he fucked her. Her pussy became tense as she urged him to go harder. He fucked her with everything he had and she felt her orgasm grow.

Her back arched as she screamed, “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!”

Her pussy turned into a vise around him as she came. Kenny paused to enjoy each contraction that gripped his cock and pulled him into her. She was soaked and so was his car hood. He began to fuck her again.

“Did ya like that?” He asked.

Annisa was still panting, “yeah, but now it’s your turn.”

“My turn, huh? You want me to cum for you?”

“Yeah,” Annisa cooed.

Kenny fucked her furiously. His heavy load burned to be expelled.

Annisa bucked wildly under him and his excellent control was no longer that excellent. He grunted and yanked his cock out.

“Goddamn!” he yelled and sprayed her with globs of hot cum.

He watched shot after shot land on her bare tits, and continued to watch as she took her hands and massaged it into her skin. Annisa knew he enjoyed a show, so she lifted her cum covered fingers to her mouth and licked them clean.

“Missed some,” he said. He pushed her tit toward her face and she licked her nipple and pulled him in for a quick kiss.

“That was something, huh?” Annisa said hopping down of the car.

“Oh, yeah,” Kenny replied, “It was definitely a perk.”

He gave her a wink and buttoned his pants leaving his shirt untucked.

“So,” Annisa said on the drive home, “I guess you were right.”

“About what?”

She giggled as they pulled up to her house and said, “The freaks really do come out at night.”