Birthdays ll

-- APRIL 2005, JUNIOR YEAR --

"Wow ... uh ... You guys are really serious."

Now I realize that I can be a little unfair when describing some of the guys around me. It's not that I consider myself the most physically attractive man on the planet. But instead of accepting someone as taller, stronger, and better looking than me, I'd rather think of a guy as a beefy meathead who wouldn't be capable of tying his own shoelaces were it not for extensive monkey-training from remedial high school.

Jaron was not such a meathead. Sure, he looked the part. But the two times I'd previously met him, he had shown remarkable restraint and politeness around my girlfriend despite the hyper-sexual situations we had found ourselves in at the Tri-Delt Halloween party and then Carli's BJ Class. It was almost unfair that he could be so handsome and well-built without suffering from caveman-level intelligence.

But at least for this moment, the poor guy looked as stupid as a rock. His eyes were wide. His mouth was hanging open. And his expression was that of a Junior High-dropout who'd just been asked to compute the gravitational constant of the universe.

"You really want me to have sex with you guys..." Jaron repeated, still in disbelief.

"And one more guy friend," Dawn added with an excited grin, clearly turned on by the idea. "This is all for me."

"And you're really okay with this?" Jaron asked me for the third time.

I nodded patiently. Jaron had not believed it when Dawn first quietly propositioned him after chatting inside Starbucks for about fifteen minutes. He had not believed it when Dawn insisted that she was serious. And he still had not believed it after Dawn brought him to meet me down the block and in a quiet corner of the parking lot off Center Street behind Bank of America.

"Why me?" he asked. He didn't bother asking Dawn. He asked me. I was liking this choice already.

I shrugged. "You've already shown that you respect my relationship with Dawn. From the experience we already had at Carli's little thing, I think you can understand that this is purely casual, and doesn't mean anything beyond that. And ... well ... I trust you."

"You barely know me."

I shrugged. "Call it a gut feeling."

Nodding, Jaron gave me a look that clearly said he didn't want to let me down. I smiled encouragingly, knowing how much Dawn wanted this.

"Can I think about it?" he asked nervously. "It's not every day I get asked this sort of thing."

"Good-looking hunk like you?" Dawn teased. She played with her hair and posed for extra-sexiness.

"Sure thing," I offered. "Think about it. But if you're free this Saturday, well ... Dawn's been looking forward to this."

"Saturday ... okay..." Jaron turned that over in his head. Suddenly, he looked around the parking lot as if worried that some passerby overheard our conversation. Taking a deep breath, he returned his gaze to me and nodded. "I'll let you guys know."

"Don't take too long..." Dawn crooned.

Jaron blushed and couldn't help but let his eyes run up and down my girlfriend's body. She rarely went out of her way to be seductive out in public, but I knew from experience that when she did, the effect could be pretty damn intense.

Nodding agreeably, Jaron gawked at her tits before tearing his eyes away and looking back to me again. "Yeah ... I'll let you know."

"Think he'll do it?" I asked once Jaron left, heading away from campus and further down Center Street. Perhaps he lived off in that direction.

"He'll do it. Boy can't help undressing me with his eyes."

"Um, with your body, that would describe the majority of males on this campus."

Dawn tittered before sliding an arm around my waist and smiling broadly. "They can all fantasize, but it's you I come home to every night."

I grinned happily. "That you do."

She turned and wrapped me up in a fierce hug. I could tell that she was horny as hell right now, but this hug was more about warm affection. Sighing, my girlfriend squeezed me as tight as she'd ever squeezed me in her life before muttering, "I can't believe you're letting me do this."

"Anything for you. I love you."

"But why? Shouldn't you want me all to yourself?"

I snorted. "Shouldn't you want me all to yourself? We've been over this. It's just sex. This is an itch you want to have scratched, and I understand that."

"But I feel ... dirty ... for wanting this," she whimpered. "I try so hard to do the right things and have the right feelings."

"You don't have to 'try'. Just be you. You are perfect just the way you are."

Dawn abruptly let go of me. "No I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not," she stated a little more emphatically. "Perfect girls don't ask their boyfriends for triple-penetrations."

I shrugged. "You didn't ask. I offered, remember?"

"Oh, yeah." Dawn cracked a smile. "I just ... I ... I feel torn sometimes. There's a part of me that wants to be the perfect princess of your dreams, the girl you deserve. But then I have these urges and unholy cravings and-"

"I want you," I interrupted, raising a finger to her lips before tapping it against her nose. "I love Dawn Evans, in all her myriad shapes and forms. I accept you for who you are. This thing with Jaron? This is just 'fun'. Remember 'fun'?"

She smiled even wider, and this time she grabbed my cheeks and planted an explosively volcanic kiss right on my lips. She practically swallowed my tongue and did her level best to crawl right up my body and mount herself right then and there. But I had a hard time maintaining my balance, and on her second attempt, I nearly dropped her.

Giggling, she dropped away and set her feet firmly on the ground. "I don't deserve you, you know that?"

I chuckled. "We deserve each other."

"I love you for this, my Ben."

"I'll always love you, my Dawn."

"Now take me home. You may only have one dick, but I want to feel that one dick spurting in ALL my holes tonight. Okay?"

I grinned. "Sounds like a plan."

The ballpoint pen descended at a rapid rate toward my right thigh. Like a gleaming surgical tool, the metal cone at its tip flashed in the overhead fluorescent lights. But just before impact, my hand wrapped around Dawn's wrist, arresting the pen's hasty descent.

"I'm awake," I grumbled with a scowl for my girlfriend.

"Just checking," she smirked at me. "The eyes are open but the stare is vacant. You and Kim didn't cover this stuff during your internship; she told me. So you'd better be paying attention, fearless leader."

"Have I ever let you down?"

Dawn blinked, all mirth suddenly leaving her face. She stared at me solemnly and after a deep breath, she suddenly glanced away. "No. No you haven't."

Her change in demeanor was so abrupt that I was taken off guard. But before I could really ask her about it, a loud voice cleared itself at the head of the classroom.

"Ben, Dawn. Is there a problem?" Professor Ice queried, well ... icily.

"No, ma'am," Dawn replied immediately, looking apologetic.

Our professor just held our gaze for a few seconds longer, making us squirm just that little bit more while the attention of the entire class was on us. And then she finally returned to her lecture.

Well, that certainly ensured I wasn't falling asleep again anytime soon.

When class was over, we packed up our books and headed out. The weather was nice again, so we'd resumed our project team meetings outside in Faculty Glade. And the five of us set off down the pathways at a casual, ambling pace. Dawn led the way, chatting about something with Bert. She was probably talking about their Finance course, since that seemed to be all that Dawn could talk about lately. She was really intent on maintaining her perfect GPA.

Sasha, meanwhile, was falling back a bit. Frowning, I nodded to Kim and then slowed my pace so that our final member caught up to me. "Hip bothering you again?" I asked.

Blinking, the beautiful brunette looked at me in surprise before looking ahead and realizing how far she'd fallen behind. "Oh! No. Sorry. Just daydreaming I guess. The hip has been fine." Picking up her pace, Sasha led us in catching up to the others, the wheels of her roller backpack grinding along the pavement.

I followed along, amiably smiling at her. "So what's the daydream about? Some exotic sex dream about me, I hope."

She made a face at me before grinning at my rather bawdy comment. We'd come a long way from the beginning of the year. Sasha had come to realize that while I tended to flirt with all the girls around me, and indeed would make some fairly suggestive comments from time to time, they were all in good humor and never meant to make her feel uncomfortable. And the more relaxed about it she became, the less I had to focus on muzzling myself around her.

"No, just thinking about the weekend," she replied.

"Big plans?"

She smiled. "Not really. I normally have to work both Saturdays and Sundays, but I've got this weekend off. I really just plan to stay home and relax for once."

"Good for you. Time to relax is a rare commodity these days."

"Don't I know it?"

"You know, you never told me what kind of job you had on the weekends."

She flashed me veiled look. "You never asked."

"Oh ... So ... What do you do?"

Sasha just laughed. "I'm a waitress at this club downtown."

"Which club?"

She shook her head quickly. "Nuh-uh. Last thing I want is for you and your friends to come have dinner there. How awkward would that be?"

"Oh, wouldn't be so bad. We'd give you a really big tip!"

Frowning, Sasha immediately bit her lip and averted her eyes from mine. I'd seen her do it enough times over the past several months to realize when I was prying a little too much into her personal life, and that I should back off. It wasn't that Sasha was closed off about things. She was just a private person, and even after almost a year of being teammates, I still didn't know much about her outside of school.

"You know, I think I need to apologize to you," she suddenly said out of the blue, returning her attention to me.

"Apologize?" I queried with an arched eyebrow. "What for?"

"I've been kind of rough on you this whole year as a project team leader. We both know I kind of doubted your ability in the beginning. And when you kept falling asleep during lectures I would get really annoyed. But I did get an 'A' last semester and we're well on our way to acing this semester as well. Dawn's comment earlier about you as our fearless leader reminded me of that. And I can honestly say I couldn't have done a better job."

"Better watch how much praise you heap upon me," I cautioned. "There are still a few weeks of school left."

Sasha shrugged. "Just the final presentation and the final report. We're already 90% done with both. Piece of cake from here on out."

I sighed and nodded. "Hopefully. Gonna need all the extra time I can get to focus on other classes, other finals."

Sasha rolled her eyes and then punched my shoulder. "Yeah, right. You're gonna ace all your classes in your sleep."

I shrugged. I did alright. Taking a deep breath, I then said, "Well since we're in such a complimentary mood, I figure I should say thank you to you as well."

"For what?"

"You've been the anchor of this team, the hardest working one out of all of us. Not only did you already do almost half of the writing for the final report, but you've been the safety net for everything we've done. Every time Bert or Kim or I come up with some crackpot idea, you're there to poke holes in it and keep us on course. Who knows how far off we would have gotten if you weren't there to ground us?"

Sasha blushed, and as she twisted away from me with a little smile, I got a good profile of her face and body and sighed rapturously. One of the "good girls", she could be so closed-off about her sexuality that I sometimes forgot just how beautiful she was, and how she probably had a pretty rockin' bod underneath her sometimes unflattering clothes.

Without really thinking about it, I reached out and wrapped an arm around Sasha's shoulders, hugging her against my side while we continued walking along. Rather than recoil, she just smiled up at me and patted my hand on her shoulder.

"Hey meathead! Get your fucking paws off my girlfriend!"

I jerked back and turned to look, seeing a beefy football-jock stomping up to us with one of his gorillas in tow.

Sasha separated from me with a sheepish look and sighed, immediately going into defensive mode as she turned toward her boyfriend. "Rod! Relax!"

I just rolled my eyes and sighed. Not a good start to our lunchtime.

"Mmm-wah! Bye, babe." Dawn kissed me before hoisting her backpack over her shoulder and turning in the direction of her next class.

I waved to her as she left, then turned around and headed in the opposite direction. I had an hour and a half before my next class, and there was an Xbox controller with my name on it.

But I hadn't gotten past Barrows when somebody intercepted me along the way.

"Heyyy, Ben," came the sultry, sweet voice from my left. I glanced over just in time to brace myself as Carli Singer bumped her hip into mine, knocking me off balance for a brief second. The Tri-Delt Pledge Mistress was wearing a short summer skirt so sheer and loose it looked like a stiff breeze would blow it up and reveal her panties, if she was wearing any. Her top wasn't much more substantial, the scoop-neckline promising to reveal all of her tits if only she would lean forward.

My eyes did their yo-yo thing down to her tits and then back up to Carli's face as I answered, "Hey, Carli. What are you doing over here?"

"Oh, just passing by," she drawled in a way that made me suspect she'd actually been camped out waiting for me. "So I had a rather interesting conversation the other day," she began, her voice full of innuendo.

I gave her a puzzled look and replied, "Uh, you're going to have to explain more than that."

"It was a personal visit last night from a strikingly handsome man."

"You must be mistaken," I said with a sardonic grin. "I was at home."

Carli laughed, flashing twin rows of pearly white teeth. She shook her head, sending coppery tresses to wave around her shoulders. "It was a visit from one Jaron Hedlund. I believe you're familiar with the guy."

I arched an eyebrow, wondering just how much Carli knew. It was only two days ago that we'd extended the invitation to Jaron, and he seemed to accept that our invitation was genuine. But neither Dawn nor I had heard from him since then. Was this mere coincidence that Carli had brought him up? Or did she know something?

"I know the guy," I replied neutrally. "How do you know him?"

"C'mon, I'm the one who invited him to the BJ party. As great as you are, Ben, don't think you're the only stud we girls are fond of."

I read something extra into Carli's voice. "The girls? Or you?"

"Well ... let's just say that Jaron and I have spent significant quality time together ever since the last Halloween party." She giggled musically. "But you know me, I'm a sharer."

"One of the things I love about you. But that doesn't explain why you're here right now, talking about him."

Carli's emerald green eyes twinkled at me. She gave me a sideways grin and giggled lightly. "Jaron told me about your little 'invitation'."

I frowned. Dawn and I had asked Jaron for explicit secrecy. This sort of behavior wasn't the type of thing I wanted getting out, not so much for my own reputation as much as Dawn's. Carli was a friend and all, but I still didn't like the idea that Jaron had blabbed.

"Relax, relax," Carli quickly raised a hand up to mollify me. "He swears he's only told me about this, and even that only because he knows that you and I go way back."

I chuckled. Really, I'd known Carli for less than two years, but that was splitting hairs. The reality was that Carli and I were on very intimate terms, ranging from the initial Pledge seductions all the way up to her orchestrating the Blowjob Party. At least all participants from that party had managed to keep it a relative secret, Dawn, Bert, Jaron, and Carli all included.

"Jaron came to me asking if the invitation you'd offered him was for real."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him the truth. As far as I knew, you and Dawn only shared other girls, never another guy. But at the same time, you clearly have a very permissive relationship, and it wasn't such a stretch to think that you two might invite a guy or two into your bed." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"I'm not gay," I repeated.

Carli laughed. "I know, I know. This is more for Dawn than anything; I get that. I told Jaron that you two were likely quite serious about this, and that he should feel quite honored you chose him. Like I said, I've never known you to share Dawn with another guy."

I shrugged. "It's a special situation."

Carli nodded. "I just have one request. Consider it a way of ensuring my silence."

I shot her a hard look. For Carli to even lightly threaten to expose-

"Relax, relax," she laughed, raising her hands again. "I'm not going to tattle. I just meant that if I'm involved, I have that much more incentive to keep it a secret."

"Involved?"

Carli grinned. "I want in."

My eyebrows popped.

"C'mon, Ben. Think about it. Jaron told me you had a third guy as well, that Dawn wants the triple-penetration. I shiver just thinking about it. But even if you want to make her the focus, there's room for me in there too. I won't be in your way, and I swear I won't try to steal her thunder. But hey ... you can't really complain about having a second girl with you, can you? One more plaything to help while Dawn is otherwise occupied? Maybe just an extra mouth to get a man hard again for Round 2? Think of me as a fluffer off the set. Hmm?"

Still with raised eyebrows, I pondered Carli's offer.

"Besides, I've been with Dawn before. Why don't you go to her with this suggestion: She can have a dick in all three holes AND my lips wrapped around her tits."

My mind immediately flashed to the fivesome I had with Dawn, Kenny, and the two strippers from Bliss. I remembered the moment when Dawn had me in her ass, Kenny in her cunt, Heidi on her mouth, and Sydney at her breasts. If three was good, four was even better, right?

"I'll ask her," I said thickly, still halfway into the erotic vision.

"Great!" Carli squealed. "This Saturday is gonna be the BEST!"

-- SATURDAY, APRIL 23, 2005 --

"Mmm..." Dawn moaned into Carli's kiss, the two beautiful babes swapping spit and rubbing their big breasts together. After spending a good minute locking lips, the pair of them tilted their heads in the opposite directions and kissed each other again. And then, after breaking away for oxygen, Carli turned her face to me and planted a fierce smack on my lips as well.

For what I'd originally thought would be a male-overloaded foursome, things were definitely turning out more in my favor. I had been prepared to sit on the sidelines, waiting my turn while a red hot Dawn stayed in the middle of Bert, Jaron, and myself, getting fucked from one direction while sucking on a cock in another. I wouldn't have minded doing it. I loved my Dawn and it would have been a very small sacrifice to keep her happy.

But as it turned out, I wouldn't have to. Actually, Dawn had spent a good part of the evening so far with me. Even now, I sat comfortably on the couch with the love of my life sitting in my lap, my dick in her pussy while she faced away from me, rubbing her tits up against and french kissing another beautiful babe. That ratio was a little more what I was used to.

Of course, Carli wasn't only making out with my girlfriend. The perpetually-horny redhead was leaning over the couch with her feet on the floor and her hands planted on either side of my shoulders. Her ass was jutting out, her legs spread so that she could accept the steady pumping big Jaron Hedlund was giving her from behind. The four of us fucked in a slow rhythm, every thrust Jaron made into Carli pressing her against Dawn, which caused my girlfriend to drop down until I was balls deep in her cunt, and then I would thrust up off the couch to send the lateral motion back where it came from.

And we weren't alone. Carli had decided to bring a friend, her ever-present little sister Andie Holland. The perky bottle-blonde balanced out our 3-guy/3-girl ratio and was currently entertaining Bert while my buddy sat next to me, enjoying what might have been his first ever lapdance with his dick actually INSIDE the girl giving it to him.

"Another drink," Carli Singer sighed as she pulled away from me, her green eyes on fire. Pushing herself up into a standing position, she reached back and gently pushed Jaron away from her, the big guy backing up a few feet with his 9-inch cock waving wetly in the air.

Carli stepped over to the side table where we'd left the big mug of Lakhi's latest Indian Bhang. Grinning, she brought it over and handed it to Dawn.

"What is IN this stuff?" my girlfriend hummed pleasantly as she took the proffered glass from Carli's fingertips. "This is my second time using it, and I still can't believe how ... tingly ... I feel."

"I dunno," Carli shrugged. "Lakhi was spouting something about Ayurvedic medicinal systems and roghan-something aphrodisiacs the last time I used. Ben, did she tell you?"

I shook my head, flexing my cock deep within Dawn's snatch. Smiling happily, I reached out to take the milkshake from her, sipping at it myself. "Sacred mixture for curing illness, warding off evil spirits, and cleansing people of their sins," I mumbled rapturously, feeling quite buzzed from its effects.

"Sounds good to me," Dawn cheered enthusiastically. She took the glass back from me and sipped at it. And then she leaned back against my chest, enjoying the pleasant glow.

"Are you ready, Dawn?" Carli then asked, reading my girlfriend's eyes quite carefully.

"Mmm ... yeah..." Dawn hummed. I could feel her body coming alive on top of me. Her arms filled with energy and tension. Her pussy clamped down around my cock. And she sat up, breathing deeply and strongly in anticipation.

Carli stepped back, turning to Jaron and directing him to lay on his back across the mattress we'd set up on the living room floor for just this occasion. Carli led him with their hands together, moving with the intimate familiarity of frequent lovers as she climbed over his body face-to-face, kissing the big guy before dragging her own body down the length of his, her wet pussy leaving smears of honey across his abdomen and across his tumescent prick. Sliding off him and moving into a kneeling position on the floor, she reached out and jacked his cock a few times before holding it upright and then crooking a finger to my girlfriend.

Dawn humped me a few more times as if she wanted to remember what my dick felt like inside her. But then without any hesitation, she dismounted me and quickly crossed over to the mattress. I took my own cock in hand, stroking it as I watched my girlfriend settle onto her knees while straddling the muscular Achilles' pelvis.

"Un-freaking-believable," Jaron whispered, absolutely awestruck by the beauty of the woman about to mount him. Even for how big he was, at this moment, Jaron looked like a 13-year-old boy giddily opening up his first Playboy magazine. "I can't believe this is happening today."

"What's today?" Dawn asked mirthfully, rubbing herself across the top of his prick.

Jaron blinked several times in amazement before exclaiming, "It's my birthday!"

Dawn turned and grinned to me, giggling with amusement and a 'can-you-believe-it?' look on her face. But then while still staring right at me, and with Carli doing the aiming for her, my girlfriend eased her way down Jaron's massive cock.

"Bert," Carli announced, completely extending an arm out to him with her palm up. My buddy, who had been watching this scene intently while remaining relatively still so that he didn't stroke himself to premature ejaculation, gently lifted Andie off of him and walked over in front of my girlfriend.

Dawn had been riding up and down Jaron's prick slowly, savoring the filled sensation with her eyes closed and her thoughts turned inward. Her fingers were curled inward on his chest, as if she wanted to scratch his nipples off. And she grimaced with determination as she felt her body being stretched wider than it had ever been stretched before.

By now, Bert was in position, standing in front of Dawn, and he reached a hand out to touch her cheek. Opening her eyes, my girlfriend looked up at Bert like he was sent down from heaven for her pleasure, and she beamed up at him with a megawatt smile. Still planting her hands on Jaron's chest, she leaned forward and opened her mouth. Bert stepped forward, and my friend and my girlfriend both groaned as the second cock took its rightful place.

"Ben," Carli then stated, panting heavily in anticipation. Andie had come to kneel beside her, and I watched both naked girls' bosoms rising and falling dramatically as they stared at the sex act in front of them. Carli and Andie both looked as reverent as if they were witnessing a holy ritual, and it was with terrible solemnity (and a shitload of arousal) that I got to my feet and knelt behind my girlfriend.

Dawn stopped humping Jaron when she felt my hands touch her waist. She'd long been lubricated. Carli had done the honors herself. My own prick was still saturated with her pussy juices. And we'd had anal sex so many times that it was a relatively easy matter for me to slip my mushroom head through her sphincter.

Dawn gasped around Bert's prick as she felt my entry. And she groaned around the mouthful of prick as I pushed forward, slowly burrowing my way deeper and deeper into her colon while feeling the decidedly strange sensation of Jaron's big dick stretching her body from the other side of her anal wall.

Everyone in the room went still.

Jaron was breathing slowly, feeling the weight of both Dawn and me pushing down on him. Bert dared not move, his eyes wide as he gawked at the sight of his dick in Dawn's mouth, her nether holes both filled with other cocks. And Carli and Andie were both enchanted by the view. I don't know if either of them had ever experienced a triple-penetration themselves, but they were certainly watching this one quite avidly. I supposed it didn't hurt that they had their hands in each other's pussy.

Nobody moved. Jaron was balls deep in Dawn's cunt, I was balls deep in her ass, and Dawn was breathing slowly through her nostrils with her lips wrapped around the base of Bert's dick. I couldn't see her eyes, but I would bet anything that they were closed as she simply absorbed the tactile sensations. And then the trembling began.

It started deep in her core. I thought I felt the wiggle first, but Jaron might have felt it around the same time. Her butt started twitching, shaking our joining me side-to-side before the tremors carried down into her upper thighs. I watched her spine begin to wriggle, beginning at the base and then traveling upward to her shoulders. And right around the time her head started shaking, so too arrived the scream.

It's hard to describe the sound. At first glance, one would have thought that Dawn was in extreme pain, yelling so loud with a mouth gaping open so wide that only a small bit of the sound was audible, the majority of the actual scream registering above the level of human hearing. The keening noise grew and grew in volume as it similarly dipped in audio frequency. And right around the time her body's tremors reached a breaking point, her scream JUMPED into a full-blown howl of ecstatic pleasure.

Simultaneously, her body jerked violently, almost pulling her ass off my cock. She lunged forward as her body collapsed, her face held up by Bert's dick in her throat and her tits suddenly supported by Jaron's hands as he reflexively raised them to catch her. Just as suddenly, Dawn then jerked back, pulling completely free of Bert's cock while driving her ass back against my pelvis, skewering her asshole to the hilt on my cock once again and bucking upward so much that she nearly cleared Jaron's full nine inches.

But she stayed on top of him. Slamming her pelvis down, Dawn's cunt re-surrounded Jaron's prick while she reached up and re-swallowed Bert's cock. She swayed away from me, exposing about five inches of my dick out of her ass. And then her body was swinging back to me.

"Holy SHIT!" Carli gasped, amazed at what she was seeing.

"Whoa..." Andie marveled at about the same time.

None of us bothered to respond. Bert grabbed onto Dawn's head, holding on for dear life as she bucked back and forth. Jaron grunted and held onto Dawn's hips, his hands unintentionally spreading her asscheeks even wider for me as he simply tried to keep her on top of him. And my own hands were clamped onto Dawn's waist, using them as a guide for me to actively pump myself in and out of her ass to match her thrusting motions.

"Oh, FUCK," Jaron grunted.

"Ungh, ungh!" I chanted.

"Ohhhhh!" Bert groaned.

Carli and Andie were not idle for long. True to her word, Carli found a way to snake her hands and then later, her head, amidst the pulsing sculpture of flesh. While my girlfriend got hammered by cock from three directions, the Tri-Delt Senior found a way to suck at Dawn's swaying boobs and fondle her nipples.

Andie, meanwhile, slipped her hand beneath Dawn's abdomen, slinking it down until she found my girlfriend's clit. Licking her own hand, or even just shoving it into her own pussy, the Tri-Delt Sophomore lubricated her fingers and then used them to tickle my girlfriend's love button right at the source.

Dawn was at the center of her own private orgy, with all five of the other participants solely interested in giving her pleasure.

It was incredible.

"Hnnngh! Hnnngh!" Dawn began grunting as she flung her naked body around with wild abandon, knowing that she would literally bounce off a male before dislodging herself from the center of this wild triple-penetration. Her first climax only led the way to a second ... and then a third. Drool began to leak from the corners of her mouth at the same time that little droplets of tears trickled out the corners of her eyes.

"FUCK, FUCK!" I grunted, pounding my cock in and out of her winking rosebud.

"Ugh! Ugh!" Jaron groaned, his face screwing up and turning a little pink at the intense pressure around his dick.

"I'm gonna ... I'm gonna..." Bert wailed helplessly, Dawn sucking on him like a vacuum cleaner. "CUM!"

Dawn's head literally snapped back when the first gout of jism sprayed against the back of her mouth. She groaned and swallowed, closing her eyes as she surrendered to the delirium of pleasure wracking every nook and cranny of her body.

"Ohmi ... GAWD!" Jaron groaned, turning beet red as he tightened up and came, erupting his own load deep into my girlfriend's vaginal depths.

"DAWWWWN!" I yelled a moment later, slamming my body forward a final time and holding myself there as I felt like I was pissing out pure sperm into her bowels.

And like a locomotive chugging to a stop at its intended destination, the four of us humped and slumped and finally crashed together in a heap of sweaty flesh and mingled cum while Carli and Andie backed away with wide eyes.

"Holy shit..." Dawn creaked quietly, her sweaty bangs sticking to her forehead with her cheek on the mattress beside Jaron's head. My dick was still up her ass as I slumped across her naked back, sandwiching her between me and the big, burly blond. And Bert knelt next to us, so tired he had to reach an arm out and plant it on my shoulder lest he collapse completely.

Andie chirped excitedly. "Can I go next?"

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Not The Author Thought..

Damn I can't Bear to hate Dawn. She makes me Hard and Hard again...