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She Wants to Fuck a Stranger

This isn't a particularly sex driven story, it's more of an 'absurd series of circumstances from being in the lifestyle' story. But don't worry, there's plenty of sex. The goal here isn't to give you something to rub one out to. It's just something I feel some people on here would appreciate. You may laugh, or you may get turned on, or you may hate me. Ideally though, you should be appalled, amused, and aroused simultaneously. I changed the names, but everything else is exactly as I remember it. To briefly describe myself, I'm male, Mediterranean dark features, 24 years old, 5'9" 170 pounds of muscle with almost no body fat. Most people tell me my build resembles that of a middle weight MMA fighter. Broad chest/shoulders, big arms, and a narrow waist and toned legs. Above average penis size at 7" and thicker. Is being a self absorbed douche-bag something else I should mention here? This story occurred in March of this year, while I was spending a few months doing an internship near my undergrad campus from which I had graduated the previous year.

A male from a couple 'Rob' contacted me on SLS, explaining to me what they were looking for. Him and his Fiancee 'Jane' were high school sweethearts, had gone to college together, and were engaged to get married after graduation. They were brand new to SLS, and only looking for a one time occurrence. Neither of them had ever been with anyone else and both wanted to do it at least once with someone new before getting married. However, there was a catch. Jane had a particular fantasy that she wanted to fulfill. She wanted to be fucked by a total stranger. Someone she personally didn't have any contact with beforehand. Ever. She didn't even want to know his name. Just wanted to walk into the room and go at it until she felt satisfied, then leave, never to see them again. Also, she wanted it to be bareback, no condoms. He explained to me that she had already gotten one of her friends 'Lisa' to agree to fuck her him under similar pretenses. He didn't care about the anonymity part, so he had been in casual contact with her. Now he was trying to find someone for her that met the requirements.

This whole proposal set off every warning signal I had about the lifestyle. I'd been doing this for over four years at the time, and had been approached by plenty of creeping single men posing as couples. I've even gone to meets expecting to see a mid 30-s couple, only to be greeted by a elderly overweight man. Thus I have developed a pretty vigorous vetting process of my own that I use to ensure that couples are exactly who they say they are. This same process has scared off plenty of legitimate couples. This is because most couples on SLS are to pretentious to accept that a single guy may act responsibly on the site and become offended by any implication that "someone you met on the internet might not be trustworthy." Still, I humored him, and after chatting with him a few times and not picking up any Jerry Sandusky vibes, I agreed to meet just the male half, publicly, during the day. Nobody's going to try to r*pe me in broad daylight, or so was my rational.

Rob was younger than me, barely passing for 21. Pretty good looking, white, a leaner build than myself, but slightly taller. He looked nervous, obviously with the same fear that I would turn out to be elderly football coach that moonlights as a serial rapist. I bet by now you realize where I went to college. We met for lunch, and chatted casually until both of us felt more certain the other wasn't palming a few ruffies every time he reached for the pitcher of beer. Then he showed me pics of his fiancee, who was gorgeous. She was 21, Venezuelan, with a petite build, maybe standing 5'2" and 110 pounds, with perky B cup breasts and a nice round ass. I have a weakness for Latin women and one for petite builds, so I had hit the jackpot in terms of a purely physical attraction. Then he showed me pics of his fiancee's friend Lisa. Lisa was white, blonde, probably German descent by my guess. Maybe 5'6" and 120 pounds and looked like she took very good care of herself. He then showed me a very recent (within 3 days) STD test for himself and Jane, and a copy of Jane's birth control prescription. I asked him if she cared about size and confessed that his perfectly average dick was still big enough to hurt her if he pushed deep, or fucked hard enough. He was more concerned that I'd do some cervical damage to her. Still, I wasn't sold. This seemed like the perfect scenario for a one night stand. It almost seemed too good to be true. Just to be absolutely sure, I asked to meet Lisa, so that we "nameless fuck puppets" could at least verify that the other existed. He agreed, after quickly calling Lisa to make sure it was okay, and gave me her number.

I called/texted Lisa a few times over the following few days, and she agreed to meet me for drinks that weekend. She was under a vow of secrecy to not tell Jane anything about me. She seemed pretty terrified when she met me at a bar near their campus. Although she quickly realized that 'single male from swinger site' is not necessarily synonymous with 'mentally unstable psychopath' when she relaxed a little. Or so I was determined to prove. We talked for over an hour and found we had a lot in common. She was a kinesiology major, and her figure reflected it. You'd think a woman who was going to meet a guy who could be a serial killer would dress conservatively, but she had worn 5" heals, a tiny skirt that barely dropped low enough to cover a tight ass, and a low cut tight fitting top that accented her C cup breasts. Her body was even better than her pictures had shown, with the perfect mix of definition and curves that you only ever really see in early 20's women who strength train.

Part of her loosing up involved the liberal application of alcohol, and she was running through her vodka/clubs twice as fast as I was my rum and cokes. I was still nursing my second round when she went to the bar to order her fourth. As she stood at the bar, she leaned over it purposefully, either to use her cleavage to attract one of the bar tenders, or to give me a peak of the bright pink G string concealed by her the strip of fabric that constituted the bottom half of her outfit. I also saw she had the small symmetrical dimples on the small of her back just above her ass, which was another weakness of mine. I felt myself swell in my pants, but shook the thought away since I thought it unlikely she'd want to fuck someone who was scheduled to fuck her friend. When she returned, instead of sitting across from me as she had been, she slid into the booth beside me.

At first the conversation continued where it had left off, which was small talk about college classes. Then Lisa confessed that when she saw my picture she had recognized me as one of her teaching assistants her freshmen year. At first I was skeptical but she knew details that she only could have known if she had seen me during my college years. In particular, this included knowledge of my brief stint with a lip piercing. To this day I regret getting rid of it because I pulled more pussy in the six months I had it than the rest of my college career combined. I asked if there was any chance Jane would recognize me as well. Lisa assured me that there was no way Jane could, because she was a completely separate major, she had likely never even been in the same building as me in the couple of years our college careers overlapped. Lisa also said that she had thought I was hot, and had always tried flirting with me back then, but I hadn't payed her any attention. In my defense, I told her that fraternizing with students when you're a teaching assistant is a definite way to get fired, so it hadn't been anything personal. I then went on to tell her how during my time TAing, I'd received countless emails from female students offering sexual favors for grade bumps. Although we had begun to flirt a little as the night progressed, this statement promptly flipped a switch. She leaned in close and asked me if I had ever accepted any of the offers. I hadn't, which almost seemed to disappoint her. She reached down a put a hand on my leg, giving it a little squeeze, then slid it up towards my crotch. As I looked down, she uncrossed her legs, and I got a clear view of her pussy, more precisely her soaked underwear over he pussy . As she rubbed my crotch teasingly, she leaned closer until her breasts only inches from my face and whispered "I'll fuck you for an 'A.'"

In moments like these, I don't hesitate. If I showed any doubt that she was serious, I'd miss the window of opportunity. There was no moral dilemma for me in the idea of fucking Lisa, then fucking Jane later. If you hadn't picked up on it by now, I'm kind of an asshole. I grabbed her hand that had been liberally stroking my cock through my jeans, and pulled her towards the bathrooms. It was still pretty early in the night, so the bar that could hold well over a hundred, barely had more than a dozen patrons. I briefly paused, deciding if bar bathroom fucking etiquette dictated I go into the men's or woman's restroom, and before I could decide, she shoved me into the men's room and locked the door behind us.

Lisa set on me, kissing me ferociously. Her tongue worked playfully, then skillfully into my mouth. Her technique was so flawless, I knew she she would give great head. As if reading my mind, she hiked her skirt, dropped to a crouch and unbuttoned my jeans. She looked up at me and said, "We have to be quick, my boyfriend was expecting me to meet him by now." then pulled my already throbbing cock out of my boxers. I didn't even question the boyfriend statement. From the second her lips wrapped around my shaft my mind was a blank slate. All I could concentrate on was just how good she was, teasing the head while working the shaft, deep throating as much of my cock as she could fit down her throat and holding it there until she needed air, then releasing it. As she sucked my cock with the expertise you'd expect from a college slut, she slid her panties aside and began fingering her pussy. I had been going through a serious dry spell, and it had been at least a month since I had had sex, and longer since I'd gotten a blow job even half this good. Before I knew it, I was ready to cum, so I gave her a courtesy tap. Rather than releasing me, she sped up, wrapping her lips tightly about half way down my shaft. I cum massive loads, practically double an average guys volume so little did she know she was about to accept a plentiful 12-roper into her mouth. Most of the way through my orgasm, as I was shooting the last few strands of semen down her throat, her eyes widened, giving me the look I've come to know and love. It's the perfect mixture of surprise and panic. Lisa pulled away and in a frantic attempt to cap the flowing well of ejaculate she cupped her hands around the end of my dick. It's common tactic I've come to expect from women who weren't expecting the porn star sized load. It worked about as well as it would have for the BP oil spill. The remainder of my cum burst between her fingers, splattering her effectively on her face as she struggled to swallow her charge. When she managed to get it all down, and wipe some of the rest of my cum off of her face, I picked her up, and pushed her against the wall, so that she was standing facing away from me, hands propped against the wall, and legs spread. Her panties already pushed aside, skirt dislodged, pussy wet and ready, I slid my dick inside her and moved a hand to stifle the moan that escaped her. I'm personally very assertive/dominant so as I began to push deeper, I grabbed a handful of her hair with my free hand and left the other to muzzle the cries that were steadily increasing in volume. By now she had accepted all of me, and so I picked up the pace, going from a steady thrusting to a merciless pounding that left bright red marks on her ass as it slammed into my hips. Before long, my attempts to quiet her were useless and even through my hand she was loud enough for people outside to hear, so I abandoned the effort. She suddenly got quiet, releasing only a couple small moans, then her legs started to buckle and she emitted a whimper that built until it was a full on scream. Screamers, yet another weakness of mine, paired with the hard body, the dimples above the tight ass, and my dry spell, I was ready to cum again. Plus, I was making zero effort to pace myself given that sex in a public bathroom does not encourage you to take your time. I told her I was getting close, but she begged me to hold out just a little longer. I gritted my teeth, kept pumping, and started doing mental math problems, a perfect way to keep yourself from cumming. She got quiet again, legs shaking, as she came the second time, punctuating with with another loud scream. The feeling of her pussy muscles clenching around my cock was the last push I needed. I pulled my shaft out of her, and with an expert move, she spun and dropped to her knees, and took me into her mouth. The second time for me in such a short time span, my load was more manageable for her, but she still gasped and gagged trying to get all down. I didn't even give her time to suck me clean. I just picked up my pants from around my ankles, zipped them up, and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Lisa to recover her composure alone in the men's room. Waiting for me outside the bathroom was a massive bouncer, 6'5" at least 250 pounds, who very rudely asked me to leave. Whatever, fuck him, he's just pissed it wasn't him in there. I pushed past him and headed for the door to the street. Just as I made it to the threshold, Lisa burst out of the men's room, still looking, well, like she just got fucked senseless in a bar bathroom. I held the door and let her walk out first, after all, that's the chivalrous thing to do. Now outside, she was doubled over, breathing heavily, trying to make sure all her clothes were back in the proper position. Then, she did something I didn't expect. She started laughing, almost uncontrollably. I didn't think it was possible to fuck the crazy INTO someone, but there's a first time for everything. When she managed to finally speak she exclaimed, "That was FUCKING AMAZING. I've always wanted to do that but my boyfriend is too much of a pussy." She pulled out her phone, which had maybe a dozen texts waiting, all from her boyfriend. She rolled her eyes, and said she really had to go, but she gave me her address and told me to come over later that night. I laughed, and told her I'm not going to sample anyone's sloppy seconds. She responded with, "Shouldn't be an issue, we haven't fucked in over a month. Catholic alter boys get more action than I do." With that, she headed off down the street, made a turn at the next intersection and disappeared from sight.

I headed the other direction towards my car, getting my phone out as I walked. I texted Rob, because I'm all for full disclosure. I told him I had fucked Lisa, and if this somehow voided the our arrangement, I'd understand. He called pretty soon after, explaining between giggling fits that he expected that to happen. Apparently Lisa had been in the same type of long term relationship as Rob and Jane. However, unlike theirs, it hadn't been going well lately. Her boyfriend had cheated on her multiple times, and she didn't have a reasonable explanation as to why she was still with him. As part of Lisa's agreement, Rob has promised to let her record them fucking, so she could send it to her boyfriend and then break up with him. He told me not to be surprised if she made the same request of me tonight if I went over. Most people don't expect women to be that ruthless in a break up, but it didn't surprise me. It only made me wonder how many unseen sex tapes there are of my Exs, getting trains run on them while they yell obscenities at the camera. Probably a few.

I went home, took a shower, and threw on some work out clothes. I planned on hitting the gym, not considering a 15 minute pound-it-out session in a bathroom a workout. Before I had committed, Lisa texted me. It was around 10:00 PM and she asked me to come over. I only lived about twenty minutes away, so I hopped in my car as I was. When I arrived I texted her and as I was climbing out of my car she opened the front door, waiting for me at the threshold. Her building was a large house renovated into apartments only a couple blocks away from the apartment I lived in in college. As I approached, I noticed she had showered and changed into a pair of booty shorts and a tank top. In a low voice, she told me her roommates were home, so to keep the things casual. No problem, I can handle that. Apparently, she couldn't. We walked up the central stairwell to the top floor and she opened the door to let us in. It was the quintessential girls apartment. Way to much pink. Beads hanging in doorways. Everything had pillows on it, even shit like a bean bag chairs that shouldn't was like one giant pillow had pillows. In the middle of their central hallway was a Twilight poster. I thought I was going to be sick. She assured me that the poster wasn't hers after I made a series of hateful crude comments about the female idolization of pale scrawny man-children. Then I met the roommates.

It was the same social dynamic you'd expect to find in any female group. Lisa was the hot one, then there was the 'cute' one, 'Sarah.' Good looking, but not someone you'd loose sleep over if you failed to bang her. The 'butch' one, with the short hair, a few to many piercings, no chest, and baggy clothes. A girl you look at and see potential in if she actually dressed like a girl and got some implants. Then, the dreaded fat one. This may seem cruel and insensitive, but I'm not very nice to fat people. When I say that, I don't mean chubby, or even just regular fat. I mean the kind of fat you are when you literally don't do ANYTHING to combat it. She was that kind of fat. Also, as I quickly came to realize, she was entitled and had a false sense of attractiveness towards herself, which comes from hanging out with hot girls, and occasionally getting pity fucked by a decent looking guy who's taking one for the team. My main reason for the tangent; these are the types of girls who find me most attractive. Why? I couldn't tell you. Maybe I have the chubby chaser aura. Like I just rolled around in a kiddy pool of peanut butter then jumped in a pile of Cheetos. Usually after a brief verbal assault I can dishearten them from their pursuit of me, but in this situation I had to play nice if I planned to fuck Lisa later.

Lisa led me to the couch, maintaining a solid 3 feet of distance between us at all times. On the love seat, Sarah was sprawled out staring blankly at the TV, wearing only a tight tank top and a pair of boy-shorts. Next to her was an ash tray, a small square of aluminum foil, and a hollowed out apple. This initially struck me as odd because I didn't smell anything until after I sat down, but I soon noticed the fan sitting in a window, blowing air directly out and recognized the veteran smoker tactics. As far as I could tell, she was the only one who was high. Lisa had sat on the far end of the couch, so I sat at the near end, closest to Sarah. 'Butch' had disappeared into her room that she apparently shared with the 'spatially challenged' roommate. In the mean time, Gigantor had decided that she should sit directly between Lisa and I, instead of taking the recliner at the far end of the couch. Great, I might as well have showered in bacon grease the way this night was going to go. She started talking loudly and animatedly (revision: obnoxiously) about the movie that was playing. I remember being distinctly confused by all the pale people on the TV, and how they all must be Vitamin D deficient. Being male, mid-20's, and not gay it took me a while to realize we were watching the most recent Twilight movie. Bingo, I now knew who the poster belonged to. I may not be able to make fun of her for being able to generate her own independent gravitational field, but pre-pubecent teenaged vampires are fair game. I don't recall what exactly I said, but it had something to do with a vampire baby ripping its way out of its mother is a cheep rip off from the chest busting monsters of the Alien movies. It didn't take long before she stormed out, frustrated that I wouldn't let her speak long enough to counter my point, and disgusted by my graphic detail of both processes. It was at this junction that Sarah finally spoke. "You're pretty fucking awesome." She reached for the coffee table, grabbed the remote off of it and started flipping through channels. I looked over at Lisa, who had been stifling laughter during this whole exchange. I made a quick head nod that I intended to mean, "want to go fuck around in your room?" She understood, and just raised one finger at me, imploring me to wait.

Sarah had given up on finding something decent to watch, and began packing a fresh apple bowl. She asked if I wanted some, but I declined. Walking over to the window, she sparked it up, and sat in front of the fan blowing smoke out into the night. As she stood facing away from me, I checked out her ass. The bottom of her cheeks exposed from her panties/boy shorts/whatever the fuck there were and decided that I would indeed lose a little sleep over that ass. She was brunette, a little shorter than me, thin, but not especially toned, but had perky B cups. She did have her belly button, eyebrow, and tongue pierced which are all major bonuses for me. Lisa noticed my shameless gawking pretty quickly, threw me a wink, then moved to where her roommate was standing. Rather than taking a hit herself, they passed smoke back and forth between themselves. I started to get hard watching their lips meet as they gently breathed into each others mouths. They continued this until the bowl was kicked. This time they both returned to the couch, but Lisa shifted me to sit in the middle as she sat to my right and Sarah to my left. Lisa whispered to me that Sarah was the only person that knew what happened a few hours earlier, and also that her and Sarah were both bi curious, but had only ever fooled around with each other. Sarah seemed pretty zoned out, so I rejected the idea of trying to push for a threesome until she looked a little less zombified. Morals can really fuck up your night.

Lisa was starting to feel the effects. With her other roommates out of the room, and the Sarah already knowing the about the intimate details and too stoned to give a fuck, Lisa obviously felt like she could get away with at least a little cuddle session. She put her head on my should and gripped my arm, massaging it a little while we talked. She filled me in on what happened after she left the bar, which included meeting up with her boyfriend, who was already shitfaced when she got there, and arguing ensued. I can't tell you the details because I couldn't have given less of a shit at the time, and wasn't listening. All I took from the conversation was that she was upset, vulnerable, and possibly horny. That's my cue. Sarah had become a little more animated, mostly it seemed her favorite pastime was bashing this guy. Why is relationship drama like Viagra for women? I just nodded and agreed with whatever they were saying, which was apparently the correct course of action.

Sarah moved to lean against me in the same way Lisa already had been. Lisa saw this, threw me another wink, followed by a quick kiss, then leaned over me and started kissing Sarah. As Lisa was laying across me, she moved one hand to my crotch and started rubbing my cock through my shorts, which was rapidly becoming hard. I began caressing her body as she continued to kiss Sarah passionately. Eventually Lisa slid off the couch to her knees, and moved to sit in front of Sarah. Lisa began kissing the insides of Sarah's thighs, while Sarah turned her attention towards me, and started kissing me, while sliding her hand down my shorts to grasp my throbbing cock. Any guy who's ever had a spontaneous mff occur know that there's not really much room for error. Even touching the wrong place at the wrong time could be enough to dismantle the whole thing. Leaving you at best with only one of them to ride your cock. I decided to play it safe and let them take the lead. Sarah continued to stroke me as Lisa began to slide off her underwear, teasing kisses along her way back up her legs until her lips wrapped around Sarah clit. She let a gentle moan escape her lips, as she started to kiss me more passionately, using to her free hand to push Lisa's head harder between her legs. Lisa reached over, and started tugging on my shorts, indicating she wanted me to remove them. I slid them and my boxers all the way off, so they fell into a neat pile on the floor. As I did this, I glanced behind us towards the room where the other two roommates slept. After I was satisfied there wasn't any indication we'd be interrupted, I returned my attention to Sarah, who's breasts I had begun fondling after freeing her breasts from her top. She had large bright pink nipples that begged me to lick them. As I took one of her breasts into my mouth, she gasped softly again, and took her hand off Lisa's head and put it on the back of mine. I had expected Lisa to switch over to be, but instead Sarah pushed me down on the couch, and shifted position so that she was kneeling, her ass hanging over the end of the couch where Lisa resumed toying with her pussy. From this position, Sarah took me into her mouth, and begun slowly sucking on the head of my shaft, using a free hand to hold her hair out of her face, and the other the brace herself. She was very talented, but still didn't compare to Lisa's expert technique from earlier. This only lasted briefly before Lisa gave Sarah's ass a gentle slap, which instructed her to climb on top of me, facing me. From there, Lisa grabbed my cock, first teasing Sarah's pussy with it, then guiding it inside of her. Sarah went slow, grinding herself down onto cock. Her pussy was incredibly tight, and it was a long while before she had impaled herself all the way down my shaft. She continued to ride me slowly, gently, but passionately as Lisa moved up, pulling Sarah's top over her head, then stripped her own clothes off. I remember the sex feeling incredibly intimate, which was strange, given that I rarely had sex like this outside of a serious relationship. Sarah began picking up her pace, her ass gently slapping against my hips, as Lisa moved herself to sit on my face. I began licking her already dripping pussy, as she began stifling her and Sarah's ever increasing moans by kissing one another, or sucking on each others breasts. It was at this point I realized this MFF had nothing to do with me, I just happened to be in the right place at the right time, while these two used me to augment their sex with each other. Fine with me, that's exactly how meaningless sex should be, I'm all for being used by two hot women. Sarah's chest flushed, and she pushed herself deep down onto me a few times slowly, holding herself there, as her body began to shake, but only the briefest cry escaped her lips. My guess was that she had cum, but it was so subdued I couldn't tell for sure. A few moments later, Lisa began her low moan that began building, and Sarah clasped a hand over her mouth to quiet her as she came from my tongue lapping at her clit. I expected them to switch, but Sarah began grinding herself down onto me again, and Lisa didn't move as I continued to slide my tongue up and down her pussy, my hands reaching up to grasp her ass to keep her clit centered over my mouth. I was starting to get close, so I paused to say this to neither of them in particular, but I know they both heard me. Sarah began fucking me harder, as Lisa moved off from on top of my my face. I thought maybe Lisa wanted me to cum in her mouth, but as I started to sit up to push Sarah off of me, Lisa pushed me back down and started licking her own juices from my lips as I blew my load deep inside Sarah. Sarah rode me until she had squeezed every last drop out of me, then slid herself off my cock, cupping a hand against her pussy to hold my cum inside her. I laid there watching as Sarah moved herself to where Lisa was kneeling beside me and removed her hand, letting my cum ooze out from inside her. Lisa immediately began lapping at my semen as it escaped her roommates pussy, and Sarah started licking her fingers clean that were coated in my cum as well. Then they did something I'd never seen in person before. Sarah knelt, as Lisa got up, and let the cum run from her mouth into Sarah's. They passed it between themselves a few more times. I started to get hard again, watching them play with my cum until Sarah had all of it in her mouth, and swallowed it. I wanted to fuck Lisa now, but I knew my desires were irrelevant in this situation.

As I got up from the couch, Sarah took me by the hand and led me towards her and Lisa's bedroom. Lisa remained to gather all of our discarded clothes and clean up. Once inside, Sarah pushed me towards one of the beds, and dropped to her knees, once again taking me into her mouth until I was rock hard again. Lisa had joined us, assuming a position beside Sarah on the floor, the two of them trading off between suck my cock and working my balls and shaft with their hands. Sarah had my cock in her mouth again as Lisa stood and told me to, "Fuck her raw." With pleasure. I grabbed her hair and pushed her onto the bed, face down, as Sarah climbed onto the bed and positioned herself spread eagle, her pussy directly in Lisa's face. I pushed my cock inside Lisa who was cried out loudly until Sarah pushed her head down into her own pussy. After taking my time to get her stretched out and comfortable, I began pounding her roughly, using a fist full of her hair to keep her face buried in Sarah's pussy. Sarah remained pretty quiet, only letting small moans escape her, but her whole body was writhing in pleasure, and I watched her cum a few times as I continued railing Lisa from behind. Lisa's legs bucked, failing to support any of her own weight as she came, I held her as up as I continued pumping through her orgasm. I then flipped Lisa onto her back, climbed onto the bed myself, and began fucking her again as Sarah moved to sit on her her face. I picked up Lisa's hips off the bed, and began pounding her as fast and hard as possible, pulling her into me as I thrust. This is a little move I like to call the 'Jackhammer' I kept this up until Lisa came again, her body shaking, and her hands pushing up against my abs to first slow me, then grabbing my hips to pull her deep inside her. Sarah, seated on Lisa's face had been facing away from me, but now she turned around. She braced herself on the bed with her hands, pussy still firmly planted on Lisa's face, and leaned towards me to kiss me. Normally, I won't kiss a girl after she's recently had my sperm in her mouth. Fuck it, this is a once in a life time event, I can't be picky about details. She began kissing me deeply, as I dropped Lisa's hips to use my hands to fondle Sarah's breasts, then Lisa's with the other, as I continued to thrust. We continued in this position, me slowing my pace a little to hold off on cumming until Lisa and Sarah came. Watching the two of them cum at the same time was to hot for me. I told them I was cumming, even as I was already shooting globs of semen into Lisa. I pulled out slowly, elevating her hips slightly to keep my cum inside her. Once Sarah recovered from her own orgasm, she slipped off the bed, dropped to her knees, and first sucked the last of my cum out of my cock, then turned her attention to the steady stream of ejaculate beginning to seep down Lisa's legs. I took a step back and watched as she cleaned out Lisa with her tongue and fingers. Then Lisa slipped off the bed and they began playing with my cum, more animatedly than before. Instead of just passing it between them, they started making out fervently with each other, until both had a pretty even amount of my semen coating the area around their faces, dripping down onto their breasts. I was spent, for now anyway, but they wanted to get cleaned up. The pulled me, all of us still naked, out into the hallway towards the bathroom. We all climbed into the shower together, taking turns washing each other off, fondling each other. Once we had washed the smell of sex, and questionable morals off of ourselves, we climbed out, and I threw the clothes I had been wearing back on while the other two changed into panties and baggy t-shirts. It was roughly 1:00AM, and all three of us were exhausted as we climbed into the other bed in their room. We didn't talk much, just continued to lightly play with each other, me alternately having one hand up one's shirt or the others until all three of us passed out.

In the morning, I woke up to Sarah climbing out of bed. At first I was under the impression that for her, last night had been one massive mistake. When she turned around and saw that I was awake, she walked back over to the bed, navigated her way around Lisa who had her arms wrapped around my torso, leaned in and started kissing me. I thought that maybe I should wake up Lisa to get an encore of last nights events, but Sarah subtly indicated to me I shouldn't as I gently removed Lisa's grasp from around me, and slipped from the bed. Sarah and I started making out, and she led me to her bed, the one we had all fucked in the previous night, and pushed me down. She pulled her shirt off and dropped her panties around her ankles, and then undressed me slowly. I started exploring her, taking my time, which she she seemed to thoroughly enjoy. I laid her out on the bed, fingering her pussy as I locked my lips around one of her nipples. She gasped quietly, as she continued to get more wet, and eventually came from our gentle foreplay. Then I climbed on top of her, and slid my cock in, pumped slowly, as she locked her legs around my torso, and gripped my shoulders. Again, I noted that it was strange to be having such intimate slow, passionate sex with a woman I barely knew, but this was obviously what she enjoyed most, and I wasn't inclined to deny her that. It was in fact great sex. For all my talk about ruthlessly pounding vagina like I owned it, I enjoy slow sex just as much, it just doesn't occur very often outside of relationships because of my dominant nature. She came a couple times more, then I finished inside her, filling her up as she moaned in pleasure. We hadn't made much noise, because when I turned to look, Lisa was still passed out in the other bed. Outside the room, I could hear the other two roommates beginning to move around the apartment. Sarah climbed out of bed and pulled her shirt on. She held it down to hide the trails of cum dripping down her legs and ducked out of the room into the bathroom. I remained in her bed, devising my elaborate exit strategy, accounting for attempts to possibly fuck Lisa again before leaving. Sarah returned to the room, told me I should probably stay in here a little longer so it doesn't look as suspicious, threw on some pajama bottoms, and left the room again. I climbed back into bed with Lisa. As I did, she awoke, started kissing me, and apparently tasting her roommate on my lips, asked if I had just fucked Sarah again. I knew it was pointless to lie, so I told her I did, and she smiled and said, "She's pretty great isn't she?" I laughed, and we spent the next hour or so cuddling, making out, and talking about last night in detail. In particular Lisa told me that Sarah had only ever fucked a couple of guys. Although she usually dated multiple men at a time, she almost never slept with any of them. She was telling me this so I would know that this was, in fact, a pretty big deal for Sarah. Lisa then told me I wasn't obligated to date her, or even continue fucking her, I should at some point make whatever intentions I have perfectly clear. When I started to drop my hands lower on Lisa's body she stopped me, but told me it wasn't that she didn't want to, but because she knew she'd be to loud, and it was going to be scandalous enough having a guy spend the night. I remember my days in college, and decided I shouldn't push the issue. I was really sore, having cum like 5 times in about 15 hours, so there was a part of me I didn't want to fuck again anyway. We climbed out of bed, she threw some more appropriate clothes on, and we walked out of the room together.

Fatty McFatFat was sitting on the couch watching the movie she had abandoned last night. She scowled at me as I came out, clearly distressed that I had spent the night. The butch one 'Erin' was sitting at the table with Sarah, eating breakfast and laughing, she waved at me as I came into the room. Lisa asked me what I wanted for breakfast, then volunteered to make me some eggs, toast, and bacon. I had hit the fucking mother load when it came to pliant, sexually active, morally ambiguous women. I was sure I was going to do something to blow it, but I intended to keep this going as long as I could. I sat down at the table, and had my first real conversation with Sarah and Erin. Erin and I had a few things in common, and our personalities meshed well. She reminded me of my best friend from undergrad, so we were getting along great. Sarah was very animated, and had a very bubbly fun personality that I tend to find attractive from women I date, so even though she wasn't as hot as Lisa, I was definitely becoming more and more attracted to her. The buzz kill came when the Pillsbury Dough Girl on the couch started yelling at us to keep it down so she could watch the movie. As Lisa brought my breakfast to me, she told me not to pay any attention to her, as she had already seen the movie a dozen times. I considered heckling Big Bertha about this, but I let it go, for fear of destroying the tenuous balance in this otherwise ideal situation. Me and the three women at the table continued hanging out and talking, but it was starting to get towards late morning and I didn't want to overstay my welcome. I got both Sarah's and Erin's numbers, the latter because her and I discovered we had the same eclectic taste in music. We had discussed meeting at a concert later that month that we were already both going to anyway. Lisa walked me out, giving me a small kiss we approached my car. I got in and drove home.

Over the next week, I was in contact with Rob, Lisa, and Sarah. Lisa had told Sarah all the details about how she met me, which included my agreement to fuck Jane (who she also knew) totally anonymously. Not only was she fine with it, she was excited to hear about it after, from both me and Jane. My conversations with Rob were mostly to discuss the details of my meet with Jane, although I did fill him in about the mff, and my seemingly continuing relationship with both of them. Of course, I didn't care that he was scheduled to fuck Lisa himself the same night I was going to be railing Jane. Him and I set up the meet at a hotel nearby, saying that he was getting two rooms. He told me he'd leave a key for me for one room at reception, and one for Lisa for the other room. Him and Jane were going to go out and make an evening of it, then come to the hotel, go straight to their respective rooms and fuck whoever was inside. I made jokes about them swapping the wrong keys, and that if he ended up in my room, I'd lose my shit. He laughed, assured me that would never happen, and we set it up for that weekend. I called Lisa, and asked her if she wanted to meet me out beforehand, just to hang out.

I met both Lisa and Sarah out at a club the night of, but nothing ever progressed past a little making out. I was just getting passed back and forth between the two of them between their own make out sessions with each other, which drew some high fives from random guys who noticed. About an hour before when we were supposed to be at the hotel, we left the club, and walked Sarah back to the apartment. Both Lisa and I kissed her goodnight, and then got into my car and drove to the hotel. We went inside, got our keys, then both went up to the room I had been instructed to go to. We sat talked a little. She was clearly nervous, and suddenly having doubts about the situation. Especially the part about wanting to be filmed so she could send it to her boyfriend. I didn't have much to say on the matter, but I reminded her that she could call the whole thing off whenever she wanted. My main concern was that when Jane walked in, she'd end up being ugly, but both Sarah and Lisa had conceded to having fantasied about her themselves, which helped resolve those doubts. With about 10 minutes to go before we were supposed to be expecting them, I walked Lisa to her room which was just down the hall from mine. I told her that I'd see her after, then headed back to my room. Since we had gone out, Lisa was a little drunk, but still in control of herself. I hadn't had much to drink since I had to drive, and by the time there was a knock on my door I was stone sober.

When I opened the door, I had to look down to see the girl standing there. In front of me, reaching only to my chest, was Jane. She was even shorter than her pictures had implied, mostly because clutched in her hand were her 6" heels that she had removed. My estimates put her at somewhere between 4'11" and 5'1" but more likely the former and tops only 95 pounds. She was very petite, with a narrow waist, her legs weren't even as big around as my arms. Her breasts were a solid B, that were pushed up and out of the top of her dress so they looked more like a C. Her hips were wide though, which hinted at a round bubble ass. She had dark brown curly hair, which reached down between her shoulders. I almost turned her away, she looked so young, but her face was the same as her pictures. In her hand, she held her purse so I asked for her ID. It told me she was, in fact, 21 and not the barely 18 girl she appeared to be. She smiled at me, clearly having given me an appraisal and approved. She had never seen me before, not even a picture. For all she knew, she could have been in the wrong room. I held the door open for her as she walked in. Although, it was more of a stumble. She was definitely more than a little drunk. Every step requiring clear effort to retain her balance. I walked past her, stopped her, and asked, "Are you sure?" She nodded, and reached up to pull herself into me.

I picked her up, which was no great feat. I was convinced I've eaten sandwiches bigger than this girl, as I tossed her onto the bed. She giggled with delight, and I could get the hint that she enjoyed a little dominance. I set on her, kissing her while exploring her body. Sliding a hand up her leg, I teased just up between her thighs before changing direction to reach beneath her and grab her ass. Despite her petite frame, she did have a nice full ass, and I continued squeezing it as I moved my other hand under the small of her back and lifted her into a seated position. She grabbed at the front of my jeans, practically breaking the zipper she undid them so quickly. I backed off the bed, and stood as she slid them off me, my swelling cock visible against the front of my boxers. She sat staring at it, eyes widening as it kept getting larger, and she looked at me and spoke for the first time. "I don't think I can take all that." Like I said from the beginning of the story, I'm not huge, but it's definitely a respectable size that draws more awe than disappointment, particularly from a woman this small. I smiled at her and said, "Don't worry I'll be gentle." To which she laughed, said "Fuck that, that's not why I'm here", and slipped my boxers down as I pulled off my shirt. I picked her up off the floor, and set on her as she stroked my cock. I started kissing her as I slipped her dress down off her shoulders until it crumpled to the floor, leaving her standing topless, wearing only a tiny thong. I began to play with her nipples with one hand, while sliding the other down between her legs, pushing her panties aside and spreading her pussy lips. I then slipped the thong the rest of the way off of her to join her dress and my discarded clothes on the floor, and pushed her back on the bed. I began to crouch down to place my face between her legs, but she stopped me, explaining that's something she wanted to keep for just her and her fiancee. The concept seemed almost laughable. You're about to get fucked by a total stranger, but you draw red flags at oral sex? I stood back up and pointed to my cock, and issued a single command. "Suck." She rocketed off the bed, and immediately took what little of me she could fit into her mouth. Her hands were so small, she had to used both to stroke my entire shaft as she licked the head. She was to rough with it, and it actually hurt a little, and I became concerned about getting rug burn on my dick. This, combined with my reservations about her looking so young, I was dropping to only half mast. When it didn't seem to be going anywhere, I lifted her up, put her back on the bed, and climbed on top of her. I kissed her and I worked one finger into her pussy, then a second, to some grunts of discomfort. Even after some time, I couldn't get the third into her without her stopping me. I knew this wasn't going to go well. She told me she wanted me inside her, but that wasn't going to happen until she was more stretched out, or I would break her in half. Eventually, I managed to comfortable get three fingers into her absurdly tight pussy. She guided my semi hard cock to her pussy, and gently slid it in. Less than half way, she voiced a complaint, so I receded a little, then pushed in again just a small amount. Again, more complaints. I always take it slow with girls at first, because any guy will tell you that the initial feeling of sliding yourself inside a woman and feeling her stretch to accommodate you is probably the single best individual feeling during sex. Rob had warned me that she required a lot of preparation to finally feel comfortable, which I had expected. But this was like trying to stuff a sausage into a key hole. Knowing that I was hurting her, I continued becoming less aroused, but she was very wet and implored me to keep trying. Eventually, I got my semi erect cock most of the way in, and started pumping steadily. She was moaning and groaning, but the brief gasps of pain were no longer present, so I figured she must be enjoying it. To further accentuate why me being at half mast is relevant is because, being Greek, I'm a grower not a show-er. The difference of me at half mast and full is almost another 3 inches of length. So as I started getting harder inside of her, I felt myself going deeper. When I was finally rock hard, and pumping more vigorously, I started feeling pressure against the head of my cock inside her, and she cried out a little. I was back-walling her, plowing my cock into her cervix. This had only happened to me once before, with a girl I had dated in high school. The only way to get around it was to not use my whole cock as I fucked her. This subsequently meant I also had to fuck her slower to ensure I didn't start hurting her again. She was sprawled out on her back, and though she was moaning with pleasure, she didn't do much else to engage me. A dead fish. Still I persisted, having a moral obligation to give my full effort to fulfill her fantasy of being fucked by a total stranger. I flipped her over and took her from behind, grabbing her hair as she reached behind to spread her ass for me, face planted into the mattress. Like this, rock hard, I could only use half my cock before she voiced some discomfort. Normally this position gives me the edge to compete with guys with 8"+ cocks, but now I know how those guys feel the rest of the time. Sex with a huge dick by comparison must be awful. Still, as I thrust half way, matching my pace with my depth, she started to cum. Not only cum, she started to squirt, pushing my dick out so she sprayed me a little. This was something Rob had failed to mention. I found out why. He didn't know Jane could squirt because she never had before that night. You might be reading this thing, "Finally, this part is starting to get good. I thought this guy was going to sit here complaining that his dick was to big." You're wrong. Ask any medical professional. Squirting isn't built up female lubricants, it's urine. Plain and simple. Diluted urine that builds up during sex. The muscle contractions from squirters orgasms interfere with the the non-consciously controlled muscle valve that keeps you from constantly having to pee. Ever wondered why you have to pee so bad after sex? Question answered. So from my perspective, I just got peed on. I didn't even bother putting my dick back in, it had gone limp pretty quickly. She was super exited that she had squirted, and said it had felt great, but was confused why I didn't keep going. I explained to her exactly what I just explained to you. She was suddenly mortified. I told her it wasn't a big deal, but I wanted to take a shower and stop for a while at least. She ran into the bathroom first to pee, then we climbed into the shower together. We started making out, and she started stroking me to get me hard, but was to rough again so it didn't have the desired effect. I may seem like I'm splitting hairs, but frankly, this girl kind of sucked. She was hot, but she was also drunk, clumsy, and sexually frustrating. In the shower, after running my fingers between her legs and making sure she was wet and ready, I picked her up, pressed her back against the glass door, and slid my cock back inside her. This position seemed to work a little better, not generating any complaints from her, and also feeling pretty good for me. Plus she was tiny, so holding her up was easier than it was with other women, so I kept this up until I felt her starting to cum. This time she didn't squirt, but her whole body started shaking pretty violently, and standing in a slippery shower, holding up 95 pounds of wriggling college girl isn't easy. I almost slipped and fell, but maintained my balance long enough, and ignoring her protests started pounding her fast and hard until I came inside her. When I set her down, she doubled over for a second, holding a hand over her lower abdomen. I thought I had hurt her, but when I tried to verify that, it happened. She started throwing up. All over me. She hadn't been telling me to slow down because I was pounding her to hard. Apparently bouncing her up and down on me had made her nauseous from whatever mixture of alcohol was in her stomach. She continued to vomit behind me as I stepped into the full blast of the shower, washing her puke off of me. I didn't have any humor in me at that point, although in retrospect this was possibly one of the funniest moments of my life. Luckily, it was entirely liquid, and the hotel had the cheep bar soap readily available. I fiercely scrubbed myself clean as she regained her composure behind me. She started to apologize but I told her not to waste her breath, stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and left the bathroom. I dried myself off, threw my clothes on, and was gathering my things as she walked out of the bathroom. She stood in the doorway, and watched me getting ready to leave, but didn't say anything. Jane just stood there, half ass wrapped in a towel, looking incredibly hot and incredibly pitiful at the same time. While the devil in me was in full control at that point, but the pansy ass motherfucker known as my conscience started nagging at me. I walked over to her, kissed her forehead and told her that this wasn't going to work, but I wouldn't leave unless she wanted me too. Her demeanor brightened a little at this, and asked if we could just sit and talk. At this, I had to laugh. Talking was the exact opposite of what had she wanted. Still I had to oblige, until at least Rob texted her to tell her he was done. Less than an hour had passed since she had shown up, so I expected it to be a while.

Jane wrapped the towel more tightly around herself, went to the bed, and laid down. She told me she had drank almost twice as much as usual to calm her nerves about the situation. By the size of her, this was probably still only a few drinks. I went and sat down on the bed next to her, and she asked me about myself. Eventually, the topic of meeting Lisa came up, and I wasn't sure how much to tell her. I definitely wouldn't have lied, but not telling the whole truth isn't necessarily the lying, right? She absolved me of the dilemma by confessing that Lisa had told her a little about me, but mostly she had told her about our having sex in the bar bathroom, the mff with her roommate, and that Jane had nothing to worry about when meeting me. I regaled her with my version of the events, which apparently had lined up pretty closely with what she had been told. Although from Lisa's perspective I had been the one instigating and directing everything. This continued for a while, but as I went more into detail about the mff Jane started getting turned on again.

She put a hand on my chest, leaned in and started kissing me. She climbed on top of me, letting the towel slip off, and grinded her pussy into the crotch of my jeans as my hands began to explore her once again. She slowly undressed me again, taking her time, kissing her way up and down my chest and abs, until I was completely naked. I moved to lay flat on the bed as she once again mounted me. She slowly slid my throbbing cock into her pussy, leading forward, then sitting down on it until she couldn't fit anymore of me inside her, and repeated this, slowly picking up intensity until she was moaning loudly, ass cheeks slapping against my legs, taking all of me inside her. She kept this up until she came, this time crying out loudly as she convulsed on my cock. She climbed off of me, pushing me as far down her throat as she could, and sucked it with more skill than before. Then she climbed back on top of me, facing away, and began riding me again in reverse cow girl position. Like this she couldn't take all of me, so she was leaned forward as I watched her perfectly round tanned ass bounce, each time accepting more of my shaft deeper inside of her. I was perfectly content to let her take charge, since it was obviously working out better for both of us, especially with me seeing her being more animated. As she came again, she cried out, "I want you to feel your cum running down my throat!" I was getting close, so I tilted her so her back was directly onto of me, rolled her off and sat up just in time for the first strands of my cum to make it into her mouth. She didn't try to deep throat me, but accepted every drop. When she finally pulled away, a small dribble of drool and semen leaked from the corner of her mouth. She threw her head back, and swallowed all of it, then wiped her face and licked her hands clean. She collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily for a little while then saying. "I don't think I've cum that much in such a short time before. I was confused, I had only counted two orgasms for her in this most resent fuck session. She told me, "It felt like a string of orgasms running together, those times I shook like that was when I couldn't hold it any longer and had to stop. I was afraid I'd squirt again if I didn't." I started making all kinds of disgusting golden shower jokes until she stuck out her tongue, threatening to lick my lips with my own semen. We laughed and joked, rolling around in the bed, fooling around a little until I just pushed her down, and thrust my cock inside her. She gasped, and started crying out as I pushed into her more vigorously, until she was practically screaming into my face. I raised grabbed her hips, and started jack hammering her, the same way I had fucked Lisa, but not pushing as deep. Her screams degraded until they were a string of moans and incoherent mutterings. Her whole body shook, and she pushed my cock out of her and squirted. Determined to not let this phase me, I shoved my cock roughly back inside her, but she immediately pushed me out and squirted again. I did this a half dozen times, each time her abdomen convulsed harder, until she was no longer squirting, but each thrust into and subsequent push out of her pussy would cause her to scream in ecstasy. I was close from initial railing of her pussy, so when this subsided, I began fucking her ruthlessly until I came, filling her pussy up with my hot load, then collapsing on her. We laid there, both breathing hard, the bed beneath us soaked. Then she started giggling and said, "We should have stayed in the shower." I rolled my eyes, clambered off of her, and headed for the bathroom. I got in the shower, and cleaned myself up. When I was about to get out, Jane entered the bathroom and joined me in the shower. There she told me that she had checked her phone and had texts from both Rob and Lisa. They were finished for the night, but said they would be in their room, and to come meet them when we were done. I asked her if we she wanted to go meet them, "You're going to have to carry me there, I don't think I'm ever going to walk straight again." Laughing, I stepped out of the shower, after giving her ass a slap, and grabbed a fresh towel to dry off with. As I stepped out into the room, I pitied the maid who'd be in here in the morning to clean up. Getting dressed, I checked my phone and also had texts waiting, but they were obviously the same texts Jane had received. She stepped out of the bathroom, picked her rumpled dress of the floor and slid into it, grabbed her panties off the ground and stuffed them into her purse. Together we left the room, and walked down the hall to where Rob and Lisa were waiting.

We knocked, and Rob answered, fully clothed. Sitting on the bed was Lisa, wearing only her bra and panties. In her hands was a digital camera. She was apparently reviewing the footage, probably deciding how to best edit it for maximum emotional damage to her boyfriend. We came in and all sat down on the bed together. We exchanged small talk for a little while, but the question was clearly on the tip of Rob's tongue. Addressing both Jane and I, he asked us how it was. I stifled some laughter while Jane just pretended to be fascinated with her toes. This response drew a raised eye brow from Lisa, and her attention was diverted away from the camera. I asked Jane if she wanted to tell them or should I. She insisted I go first. I told the story almost exactly as I have it written above, only leaving out my asshole tangents, and downplaying my initial mortification when she first squirted on me. Lisa was in tears, laughing throughout the entire first part of the story, then shifted to playfully touching herself as I told the second half. Rob listened quietly. I thought maybe he was pissed that he hadn't been responsible for her first time squirting. But when I was finished telling the story he simply said, "So wait, she threw up on you while you were fucking her, or just after?" which evoked more laughter from Lisa. As Jane told it from her perspective, he interjected during the segment where she described the chain of orgasms she experienced while riding me. "You have to teach me how to do that." I told him "I didn't do anything, she was the one doing all the work, buy her a sybian and she can teach herself." When we asked them how it went for them, Lisa held up the camera and insisted she show us.

The video was only maybe twenty minutes long, because they had shut it off between the two sessions they had filmed. The first was in first person view, with Rob holding the camera as he fucked Lisa first doggy style, then missionary, then her riding him. It ended with him shooting his first load into her pussy, then having her spread her legs and zoomed in on the cum leaking out of her. The next segment, the camera was stationary, positioned on top of the TV, pointed at the bed. The only thing that differentiated the sessions was that Rob wasn't holding the camera in the second. When he was about to cum, he pulled out and blew his load onto her face and into her mouth. Rob picked up the camera and filmed her playing with his semen, and the film ended with her saying "Fuck you" into the camera.

The aftermath: I wish I had some awesome story about how we had a big fucking orgy after watching the tape, but it just didn't happen. Lisa got dressed and I drove her home. Jane and Rob left separately. I stayed friends with them for the next few months. We hung out many times, but Jane and I never fucked again. They invited me to attend their wedding, which I did, but that is a story for another time. I carried on a casual sexual relationship with both Lisa and Sarah for the same duration, but decided not to turn it into a long distance thing when we all moved back home after they graduated and my internship ended. I have plenty of stories featuring one or both of them, and I'm sure I'll be posting those soon.

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