Tiffany took my cock in her mouth, sucked on it for a few seconds, then slid it into Erica’s pussy. Once it was situated firmly inside, she started rubbing at Erica’s clit while watching from mere inches away as I fucked Erica’s incredibly drenched, impossibly slippery pussy.
There was absolutely no hope of going slow; Erica’s pussy was simply too wet. My cock slid into her with barely any resistance, making it difficult to even stay inside her, let alone move back and forth at a reasonable pace. And with the intense moans coming out of her mouth still filling the room despite being covered by Tiffany’s pussy, it was almost too much to handle.
I pushed down on the back of Tiffany’s head, pressing her face further down between Erica’s legs to try and take my mind off things, but it only worked for a few seconds. I needed to do something else otherwise I was going to cum within the minute, and I didn’t want that yet. So I quickly slid my cock out of Erica’s pussy and slipped it into Tiffany’s mouth.
Looking up at me, Tiffany sucked my cock, working it with her hand and mouth in unison while continuing to grind her pussy on Erica’s face. When this proved ineffectual at delaying my orgasm, I pulled my cock out of Tiffany’s mouth, grabbed her by the shoulders, and sat her up.
Leaving my cock out of Erica’s pussy for the time being, I slipped my tongue into Tiffany’s mouth and we started to make out. After exploring each other’s tonsils for a short time, tasting Erica’s pussy juices all the while, I still wasn’t any closer to relaxing. I was simply too wound up at this point.
“Fuck it,” I said under my breath as I grabbed ahold of my cock and slid it back into Erica’s pussy. I grabbed her by the ankles and lifted her legs up until her feet were pointing up towards the ceiling, then handed her legs off to Tiffany, who was still sitting straight up.
Tiffany hooked her arms around Erica’s legs, holding them in place, then leaned back a hair, putting more of her weight on Erica’s face while simultaneously lifting Erica’s hips up off the bed, giving me a better angle to work with.
From there I took over, pounding away at Erica’s pussy with everything I had, thrusting my hips back and forth furiously, my cock sliding in and out of her, nearly slipping fully out before I hammered it back into her balls deep. One of my hands was squeezing Tiffany’s breast and the other was under her chin, gripping her around the throat but not squeezing.
Erica’s screams of pleasure were clearly audible despite her mouth being covered and Tiffany was grunting and moaning and cursing under her breath while I focused all my attention on not cumming for as long as possible, trying to enjoy this moment forever.
But all good things must come to an end, and it wasn’t long before I was sliding my cock out of Erica and muttering, “Shit, shit, shit,” under my breath like I always did when I was about to cum.
Both girls knew exactly what was going on. Tiffany climbed off of Erica and dropped onto her back and slid her head between my legs so her mouth was right under my balls. Erica flipped over onto her stomach and turned around so she was facing me and laid atop of Tiffany, her head right in front of my cock.
Then, without saying a word, they simultaneously went to work on me, Tiffany taking my balls in her mouth and sucking on them while Erica wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and her hand around my shaft, jerking me and sucking me off at the same time.
“Holy fucking shit,” I said as the pleasure quickly became too much to bear. “I’m gonna cum,” I said, giving Erica fair warning, in case she wanted to bail out. “I’m gonna fucking cum.”
But Erica wasn’t going anywhere. She continued working my cock just as intensely as before, not letting up on iota. And Tiffany was still sucking on my balls with the same enthusiasm, which just upped the ante even more.
A few seconds later my body tensed up and I let out a soft, low groan; the final warning. But the girls kept working just as before, so I finally let go, my body releasing in a rush, sending load after load straight into Erica’s mouth as she continued jerking me off.
Once my cock was dry I gave a little shiver of delight and laughed under my breath. “Fuck me running,” I said, shaking my head.
Erica pulled her mouth off of my cock and tilted her head back to keep the reservoir of cum inside her mouth. I backed away a hair, instinctively knowing what was coming next and smiling in anticipation.
My exit from the immediate area left Erica’s head directly above Tiffany’s with nothing in between. And sure enough, as I sat there watching, Tiffany opened her mouth, waiting to accept Erica’s bounty that had come from my cock.
Erica tilted her head slightly downward, sending a stream of my white sperm out of her mouth and straight into Tiffany’s. Once Erica’s mouth was empty and Tiffany’s was full, they traded places and Tiffany returned the favor, letting my cum fall from her mouth and into Erica’s. Then both girls started to make out, swapping my cum between them as they did so, me sitting there shaking my head in admiration and amazement at their filthiness.
After making out for a bit, Erica ended up with the vast majority of my cum. She caught my eye, gave me a little wink, then threw her head back, swallowing it all down.
I shook my head and laughed under my breath. What an awesome, filthy, wonderful slut she was.
“Well that was fun,” Erica said, her grin a mile wide. “Now who’s ready to start partying for real?”
#
It was 5:17 in the morning when I sat up in bed, desperately having to pee. I’d been asleep for a while but I had no idea how long. I stumbled out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, my head killing me, negotiating the wasteland of wine and beer bottles and shot glasses strewn across the floor.
I popped a few aspirin and then took a piss that lasted a full minute, trying to remember what exactly had gone down in the last few hours before we all passed out.
My recollection was limited to bits and pieces and all of them involved either drinking alcohol or fucking in some form or another. From what I could remember, Erica, Tiffany and I had started drinking heavily after the first session, and sometime later started screwing around again, reliving many of the same situations with slight variations, fucking and sucking and licking and tonguing and getting all messy and sloppy with each other for what seemed like an eternity before we all passed out on the bed together.
Shaking my head as my stream ran dry, I flushed the toilet and headed back out into the bedroom. Sure enough, Erica and Tiffany were lying there, cuddled together, sleeping peacefully, only their heads peeking out from beneath the comforter. Both of the girls hair was mussed up and their makeup was smeared but it didn’t matter, as far as I was concerned they were a pair of angels.
A smile crept onto my lips and I shook my head, marveling at how insane the night had been (what I remembered of it, at least) and how much fun we’d had. But there was no time to linger on it, my head hurt worse than ever and I needed to get some more shuteye. So I climbed into bed and laid down next to them. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
#
“Time to get up,” Erica said, snapping me out of my sleep. Squinting at the brightness, I looked up to see her standing above me, one leg on either side of my body, bouncing up and down on the bed. She was wearing a white bathrobe and her hair was wet as though she’d just gotten out of the shower.
“What time is it?” I asked, sitting up at the waist. The blood rushed to my head and I sat back down immediately, groaning.
“Eleven-thirty,” Erica said. “Almost time to take me to the airport.”
A wave of sadness overtook me. “Already?” I said.
She nodded. “Unfortunately, yes.
“Damn, that sucks,” I said. “I wish we more time.”
“I do too,” Erica said. “But at least we made the most of the time we had. You were pretty damn impressive last night, I must say.”
“Really?”
She nodded.
“What did I do?”
“You don’t remembe
r?” she asked.
“Not really,” I said. Which wasn’t entirely accurate, of course. I remembered some things but I wanted to hear Erica’s take on the night.
“Well,” she said, lying down next to me, “We don’t have time to get into all the details, but suffice it to say that you were quite the stud last night, not only making us both cum multiple times, but also humoring us by granting our every request. You certainly made quite an impression on our new friend, Tiffany.”
“I did?”
Erica nodded emphatically. “In fact, she insisted that I give her your number so she can give you a call one of these days.”
A little smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. “I was that good, huh?”
“You were a stallion,” Erica said.
“I owe it all to you,” I said. “You know that, right?”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Erica said. “I may have been the one to bring it out of you, but I didn’t put it there. You did.”
“But if it wasn’t for you it may not ever have come out.”
Erica shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. The important part is, it’s out now.” She gave me a knowing little grin, half sincere and half playful. “Lucky for me I get to experience it every once in a while.”
“Stop it,” I said, laughing. “You make it sound like you’re the lucky one when we both know that’s so far from the truth it’s laughable. I’m the lucky one in this relationship.”
“Believe whatever you want,” Erica said. “But I know the truth.”
I dropped my gaze for a moment and took a deep breath. There was something I wanted to say but I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea. The last thing I wanted to do was fuck things up between us, but I also didn’t want to go back to school kicking myself for not at least throwing it out there. So I opened my mouth and forced myself to say, “What would you say if I told you I wanted to go back with you?”
“I’d tell you to reconsider,” she said gently but immediately, almost as if she’d known it was coming.
A bolt of irrational anger flashed through my system. “Why? You don’t want me around? What’s the matter? Will I cramp your style?”
“Don’t be like that,” she said, still talking gently.
“Like what?”
“All pouty and lame.”
Shame overtook my anger. “Sorry. It’s just . . . I want to be with you.”
“And I want to be with you,” Erica said. “Just not right now.”
“Why not?”
“Because if you came back with me you’d eventually get upset with what I do and leave—”
“But I wouldn’t! I know what you do and it doesn’t bother me. Not at all.”
“That’s because you’re viewing it from afar,” Erica said. “Trust me, I know how these things work. I see it every day. People think they can take their partner getting fucked for money it but they can’t. Not for very long. Not when you’re there. It wears on you and it kills relationships. Every single time.”
I thought about this for a moment. It certainly made sense. But I was different. I knew I was. I could handle it. And there was always another option . . .
“What if I got in the business too?”
The smile that appeared on Erica’s face held nothing but sadness. But she didn’t say anything. She simply shook her head. Which for some reason was worse than her shooting down my idea verbally. Way worse.
“Why not?” I said. “I’ve got the goods. And I sure as hell know how to use them, thanks to you.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” Erica said. “You’d be a great performer. That’s not the problem.”
“Then what is the problem?”
“The business changes people. Especially the men. The girls, most of them are what they are when they get there. Porn just makes them more of less of what they were. But the guys . . .” She shook her head sadly. “It turns them into something they aren’t. Don’t get me wrong, there are a some good guys in porn. But they’re few and far between. For the vast majority of them, the industry turns them into jaded, cruel, cocky assholes. And I don’t want it to do that to you. I like you the way you are.”
“Yeah, you like me as your innocent little fuck toy.”
“Come on, you know it’s more than that.”
“I don’t know,” I said, letting my emotions get the best of me. “Sometimes I think you’re just using me.” I cringed inwardly as I said it, knowing it wasn’t true and ashamed that I’d even gone there.
Erica’s face contorted with disappointment. “Using you for what, huh? Casual sex? You don’t think I can get that whenever I want? Come on, Scott. Don’t insult me like that.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just—”
“It’s just what, huh? What?”
“It’s just . . .” I couldn’t believe I was actually going to utter the words aloud. To a pornstar, nonetheless. Talk about difficult. “It’s just that . . . I love you. And I want to be with you. All the time.”
The look she gave me almost broke me. It was a sad little smile, filled with melancholy. I found myself dreading what was going to come out of her mouth next. Had I just ruined the greatest thing in my life by acting like a fucking moron? Could I really be that stupid? But what she said next surprised the hell out of me.
“I love you too,” Erica said. And from what I could tell—though I certainly wasn’t an expert on this sort of thing—she meant. She honestly, truly meant it. “And I want to be with you. Which is exactly why I want you to stay away.”
My heart sank. “What is this? One of those, if you love someone you have to set them free kind of things? Are you saying I’m too good for you or something?”
“You? Too good for me? You’re joking, right?” Her words were harsh but her tone was playful. Which I thought boded well for me. “Nobody is too good for me. You know that.”
I smiled. I certainly did know that. I knew it better than anyone else. Erica was the best. Period. “Then I don’t get what you’re saying.”
“I’m saying you’re better than the porn business,” she said. “You’re way too good to get caught up in that cesspool. You need to set your sights higher. Much higher.”
I took a deep breath. The rational side of me knew what she was saying was true. But the emotional side didn’t care. Fortunately the rational side won out.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I said.
“Screw that,” Erica replied. “You know I’m right. Just as I do.”
“But you do want to be with me?” I said, resigned to my fate. “Honestly?”
“With all my heart,” Erica said. “But only when the time is right.”
“Which is when?”
“After you graduate,” she said. “Finish college. Get your degree. Get a good job. And then, if we still feel the same way then, I’ll get out of porn. We can be together as much as want.”
I thought about it for a minute. It seemed like a reasonable enough plan. But I still had some unanswered questions.
“What do we do until then?”
“The same thing we’re doing now,” she said. “I’ll stay in the business, keep on saving my money, live the life of a pornstar for the next few years. You continue going to class, partying, fucking as many girls as you can get your dick into, and having the best time of your life.”
“But we’ll continue to see each other?”
“Every chance we get. Unless you get sick of me, of course.”
“I could never get sick of you.”
“Yeah, you say that now, but what happens when you meet the girl of your dreams?”
“I already have.”
Erica started to blush. Her face actually turned red. I couldn’t believe it.
“You actually mean that, don’t you?” she said, speaking so softly that I could barely hear her.
“You’re damn right.”
She dropped her head for a moment. When she looked back up, there were hints of tears in her eyes. But there wa
s a genuine, heartfelt, joyful smile on her face.
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” she said. “You’re so earnest. And adorable. And special. That’s why you have to stay here and do what you’re doing. I don’t want to see that burned out of you. It would be a tragedy. And I especially don’t want to be the reason why you lose it. I’d never forgive myself.”
“I understand,” I said, truly moved by her honesty. “I’ll stay here. But in four years, you’d better live up to your end of the bargain.”
“If you still want me, I’ll be waiting.”
“I’ll still want you.”
“Then I’ll be waiting.”
We kissed. It was a slow, passionate kiss, full of love. It turned me on more than anything we’d ever done before.
#
Two hours later I drove Erica to the airport. We’d spent the last of our time together in each other’s arms, not making love, not talking, just holding each other. It was cheesy. It was lame. It was also romantic. It was my favorite hour of the trip.
We didn’t talk much while we waited in the airport. We didn’t need to. We were in a good place.
They called for her to board. We shared a hug, then a brief kiss, and then she was off. I didn’t bother fighting the tears.
They say parting is such sweet sorrow, but I think they included one too many words. There was nothing at all sweet about it.
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DEPRAVED & WICKED: VOLUME 56
College is one of those rare places where reality and fantasy often combine. More often than not, with the help of large consumptions of alcohol, all inhibitions and logic thought fly out the window for those deep, carnal desires we all have. Tonight was one of those nights.
Harry was over six feet tall, athletic and nice as could be. He wouldn’t ever have a one night stand or do anything to hurt his friends. I had loved him from the first minute I saw him and those feeling grew deeper each time I was around him. Harry had been dating my friend Michelle for over a year and even though she wasn’t at all right for him, he had chosen her specifically for that reason. Harry was from the South and had every intention of returning there once college ended. He didn’t want a girlfriend who would complicate things. He met Michelle just after arriving at school and they began a long-term relationship right away. He could get laid whenever he wanted and had no worries about falling in love or complicating his plans after graduation.
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