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Subject: {ASSM} Party at Lisa's {Gamera} (gangbang, inter, size, dp)
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Date: Thu, 10 Jun 2004 04:10:07 -0400
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snuggle bunnies to suzeeq and illion for 
reading the drafts of this story.

Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera
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                         Party at Lisa's
                               by 
                         Kenny N Gamera

There is this girl who works with me at the bistro. She doesn't 
wait tables like I do.  She works in the pantry, making salads 
during the lunch shift.  She brags that it leaves her nights 
free for other pursuits.  I've never had difficulty imagining 
what those pursuits may be because she is a very attractive 
woman.   At least, I think so even if others don't agree, but 
most of the guys at work agree with me.

She stands only up to my chest.  Since I am around average 
height this means that she is towered over by some of our 
coworkers, particularly the guys on the dishline, all big, 
brawny African-Americans.  While she is not fat, her frame still 
may not match her stature in the view of the anorexic porn-
goddess ideal, but it doesn't lack for appeal.  She looks 
natural, having both an eye-pleasing shape and nice womanly 
curves.

Her long, brown hair frames a tanned, heart-shaped face.  That 
face frames a pair of large brown eyes so deep in color they are 
almost black. Her white, almost unnaturally straight teeth fill 
a constant, mirth-filled smile.  She laughs constantly, as if 
she were having fun at every moment.  I think she does.

Her name is Lisa. I am in love with her and have been for a long 
time.  After last night, I think she may have fallen for me as 
well.

Yesterday, towards the end of the lunch shift, Jimmy sneaked 
into the service area from the dishline. I had mentioned at the 
beginning of the shift that the boss forgot to schedule me for a 
double, and I had gotten one of those infrequent, almost 
mythical, Friday nights off.  For months, he and the other 
dishwashers had tried to get me to join them in a night out.  
This allowed him to make another attempt.

Of all the guys at work, Jimmy was the most insistent in trying 
to get me out.  He saw it as his life's mission to help me out 
of the funk that I fell in because of a very unfortunate choice 
of relationship.

"We're going to be hitting a couple places tonight.  Kenny, you 
want to come out with us.  We ought to be able to find you 
someone."

I decided to surprise him.  I said, "Sure,"

He looked at me in shock.

"You ain't joking," he asked.

"No joke."  After a laugh, I added,  "Just let me know where."

He agreed to let me know when they decided on exactly where they 
were going before going back to the kitchen.  I returned to 
cleaning the last minute mess of coffee cups and water glasses 
from my section.  It took a few trips because it had been a busy 
day, but by the time I bused my last tray of china to the 
dishline, the guys were still discussing the best place to go.

Lisa came to their rescue.  She walked up to the dishline with 
two armloads of the plastic bowls she used for condiments and 
some of the other tools of her trade.  With a matter of fact 
voice, she said, "I'm going to that new place on the West Side 
tonight.  I went there last weekend and it's pretty hopping."

George looked at me and asked, "How does that sound, Kenny."

"Whatever." I said, shaking my head.  "You guys go ahead and go 
where you want.  I'm just a white boy tag-along."

That earned me a few looks and a number of friendly denials.  
After I had assured them I understood that I was honestly 
welcomed, they decided to try the new place. It settled down to 
Jimmy, George, Ron, Jimmy's younger brother Bill, and of course, 
me.

I finished clearing my section early enough that the lunch 
hostess (who owed me big time for covering her ass in the past) 
felt that she could let me go early.  This left me time enough 
to go home and not only shed the penguin outfit but also jump 
into the shower.  I even grabbed a quick nap before heading over 
to Jimmy and Bill's place.

They had started the festivities well before my arrival. They 
made the required token offer of the joint they were passing.  I 
shook my head.  They didn't press since they knew that I prefer 
more traditional approaches to separating mind from body.  I, 
instead, grabbed a beer from their fridge.

We sat around talking shit about the Lions (what else was there 
to say about them, they are the Lions after all).  They finished 
their smoke and joined me in having a beer.  They had started 
their second and I had finished my third when the others showed 
up.  To give Jimmy and Bill a chance to finish, George got a 
beer for the rest of us.

After deciding on taking Ron's SUV, we settled into a discussion 
on the new club.  None of us knew much about it.  I had read a 
little in the local alternative paper, but that wasn't a hell of 
a lot.  The place was so new that the guys hadn't heard anything 
one way or the other about it.  Still, the guys seemed excited 
about it based on what Lisa had told us.

"Maybe Lisa'll be there tonight," said Ron as soon as her name 
had been mentioned.

Jimmy laughed then said, "She might be.  I saw the way she was 
checking me out."

"Hell she was," said George.  "She was checking my package."

My three co-workers began a light argument about which of them 
Lisa had been looking at this afternoon.  Bill laughed through 
the whole thing, alternatively mocking or encouraging as the 
need arose.

I kept quiet, but I was certain that she would be at the club 
tonight. I had noticed her looking discretely at each of them.  
I should say that she had been looking at their packages.

With the beers done, the five of us loaded up in Ron's SUV.  I 
found myself in the back between the well-muscled frames of 
Jimmy and George.  Bill sat in the front, where he played with 
the radio switching between stations. He ignored the complaining 
of my companions in the backseat.

I was quiet through the trip to the club.  Well, let's get 
honest, my lack of success in all things sexual has a lot to do 
with a case of near fatal shyness.  When I stepped into SUV, its 
spell hit, and as we came closer to the club it grew worse; I 
became less capable of speech.  In fact, my mind held nothing to 
say, as if I was incapable of thought.

The guys were too busy laughing and joking to notice my 
increasing silence.  Maybe they could have pulled me out of it 
if they had realized what had happened to me, maybe not.  
Knowing myself as well as can be expected, I have doubts that 
they could've done a thing, so I was glad that they never 
noticed the zombie-like way I followed them inside the club when 
we arrived.

Like any dance club near any college campus, it had all the 
ingredients for a pleasant little epileptic fit: loud with music 
and conversation and half-lit by lights flashing most every 
colour imaginable.  We sat close to the dance floor, where I 
watched the girls dancing with each other in silence.  My 
companions cased the crowd for potential friends, comparing the 
talent in loud voices.

People of every shape and flavour packed tight with each other.  
Young women with thin, tanned legs and flat, jeweled stomachs, 
their ears filled with gleaming studs, roamed the floor like 
exotic creatures from some lost mythic golden age.  I nursed a 
Bud to the heavy pounding of industrial mixed with a little hip-
hop.

The guys disappeared on their first sortie.   I stayed at the  
table joined only by another Bud.  The one woman I had talked to 
had been a waitress.  That had been only the minimal amount 
necessary to order the bottles of beer that were acting as a 
sort of emotional glue.  I looked down into the open O of my 
bottle, trying to find the courage to at least say something to 
someone with a pair of tits.

"Hi, Kenny," said a soft, syrupy voice from behind me, which 
caused me to just about shit my drawers.  "Where are the guys?"

"Something!"

I turned my neck to look over my left shoulder.  The voice 
belonged to Lisa.  Her skirt was short and tight.  Her shirt was 
mostly unbuttoned.  Her face was wearing a confused look.

"Huh?"

"Nothing," I answered.  "I was just lost in thought."

"Oh.  I'm sorry if I startled you."  She waited for me to shrug 
in answer.  "Have you seen the guys lately?"

"They're on babe patrol, right now."

"Oh.  How about you, Kenny? Having any luck?

I shrugged.  She was scanning the crowd and didn't notice.  I 
considered giving a verbal answer, but thought better of it.  I 
did offer her a seat, which she took.

We began a laboured conversation about nothing much at all.  She 
was too concerned with watching for the guys to hold up her 
half.  I was too preoccupied with making a break for it and 
going home.   We were still in the stage of "whachu think" and 
"yeah" when Jimmy came back from his misadventure.

The moment he sat back down, a more lively conversation broke 
out. Over time, each of the guys returned and joined into it.  
Several drinks later, they had remained.  I sat on the side, a 
seasoned benchwarmer, watching the by-play.

With the lease on the beer coming due, I excused myself to the 
restroom.  I made my return with every intention of saying good 
night and grabbing a cab home.  Before the first word of my 
excuse could cross my lips, Jimmy said to me, "'Bout time, 
Kenny.  I was afraid that we'd have to leave you."

"Wha-?  Leave me?"

"Yeah, Lisa invited us to her place."  I noticed that she was 
gone from the table, as were Bill and George.  "Seems she wants 
to party with us."

Not waiting for me to reply, Jimmy grabbed my shoulder and 
started pushing me to the door. Ron grabbed my jacket from the 
back of my chair.  They escorted me to the door.

At the SUV, Ron said, "We told her that we were all together 
tonight.  It didn't faze her.  All she wants is for us to start 
laying pipe."

My confused look must have gotten the story across.  As I 
climbed into the back, Jimmy added, "Lisa is hot for dark meat, 
so we're going to party."

"And how do I enter into this?"

"We gangbang," said Jimmy.  "You gangbang."

"Guys, if she doesn't want me there, you can just drop me off."

"She's willing, Kenny."

Ron added, "'Cock is cock,' she said."

When we arrived at Lisa's apartment, we found the door unlocked 
and that the party had, for all appearances, started.  The three 
of them were bare-assed in the living room.  Lisa was on her 
knees with Bill and George to either side.  She had Bill's cock 
in her mouth and pumped George's with her hand.

Bill appeared to be preoccupied.  George looked over to us and 
waved.

"There's beer in fridge," he said before turning back to 
watching Lisa's white hand sliding up and down his ten-inch 
black cock.

I was watching Bill's dick disappearing between Lisa's lips.  I 
could see that most of it was in her mouth.  Exactly how much 
that was couldn't be guessed at, but by the gagging sounds that 
she emitted from around it, there was quite a bit inside there.

In a trance, I sat back without looking away from the sight of 
Lisa slowly working more of Bill's dick into her throat.  
Someone, either Jimmy or Ron, handed me a beer.  Absentmindedly, 
I took the can and brought it up to drink.  It wasn't open.  Not 
taking my eyes away, I pulled the tab so I could drink.

"Come on, Kenny," said Ron's voice.  "Get naked."

He stood to my right, the side from which I had gotten my beer.  
His shirt was undone, and he was just stepping out of his pants.  
Jimmy sat to my side on the couch, his clothing gone.  He leaned 
back on the couch with his butt on the edge and his arms and 
legs spread.  A half-grown erection about the size of George's 
hung twitching between his legs.

I turned back to watch Lisa pull Bill's cock from her mouth 
leaving her free to twist around to swallow Ron's.  Bill had 
been very deep in her mouth with about half of his twelve-inches 
shining from her saliva.  Lisa wrapped her hand around it and 
stroked slowly in time with her efforts with Ron.

George dropped next to me on the couch.  He accidentally nudging 
me with his elbow each time he wanked his eleven-inch hard-on.  
I moved away a little and returned my attention to Lisa and 
Ron's dick.  She didn't spend much time with it before she 
pushed him over to the loveseat.

She guided Bill over using his hard cock as leash.  Both sat 
down and leaned back much like Jimmy.  She took a place between 
them, still on her knees and took a dick in each hand.  With a 
slow stroke, she tossed them both, licking her full red lips.

"I'll be back, guys."  Lisa smiled brightly to both of them.  
"Condoms are on the end table."

She walked on her knees over to Jimmy.  Maneuvering between his 
spread legs, she wrapped one, then the other hand around the 
long shaft between his legs.  Lisa turned her dark eyes up to 
look into Jimmy's smiling face.

"God, I want your big black cock," she said just before she sank 
her mouth over the swollen shaft.

"Yeah, baby," said Jimmy.  "Suck that thing."

He placed one of his big black hands against the back of her 
head and began to push her towards his flat stomach.  Lisa 
grabbed his waist but did not push away.  Instead, she used her 
hold to keep her balance as Jimmy directed her lower down his 
hard on.

He made steady progress and more and more of his cock 
disappeared.  Lisa's lips relentlessly crawled down that black 
shaft until her white face appeared to be kissing his body.  
Jimmy held her, not against her will, and released a low moan.

The guys started hooting and hollering as Lisa lifted her head 
up the length of Jimmy's cock.  Jimmy relaxed his grip on her 
head, and his hand hung limp at his side.  She let her face drop 
slowly again.  I could hardly hear his moans over the loud 
cheers of the guys.  After a couple more times, she pulled 
completely away.

Looking over at me, Lisa said, "You'll have to strip if you want 
me to suck you, Kenny."

When I stood, she wiggled her finger at George who slid behind 
me, taking my place on the couch.  With a beautiful open-mouthed 
smile, Lisa grabbed hold of his turgid meat.  Her pointed, red 
tongue left her mouth.  In one long stroke, it traveled up from 
his tight nut sack to his pisshole.

She used her tongue to tickle the slit before opening her mouth.  
She repeated her earlier performance, sinking slowly down to the 
base of George's cock.  He kept his hands to his sides, and so 
not being forced, Lisa needed only one hand to steady herself.  
She used her free hand to gently roll his balls.

She pulled off George with a pop after she swallowed him three 
times.  I slipped my briefs off and sat in the empty spot of the 
couch at the end, and she crawled between my legs.  She took 
hold of my nine-inch erection, her thumb and forefinger almost 
touching.  With a gentle touch, she gave it a tentative wank, 
her pale fingers now looking strange around my white cock.  She 
looked up at me.

"Not bad for a white guy.  And thick too."  She winked at me.  
"I like that."

She started licking me like a popsicle.  At the head of my dick, 
she ran the bottom of her tongue around it and then slid down to 
the base again.  After her tongue had made several trips over 
the surface of my cock, she opened her mouth and began to 
swallow me.

Making the same gagging sound as she had with the others, she 
slowly descended the length of my dick.  Reaching the base, she 
rested a moment and began to stroke my legs with both hands.  
She ran them softly up and down with an even, leisurely pace, 
grazing my asshole each time.  My cock began to pulse with a 
slow warning beat.  Lisa pulled up and as I slid completely from 
her mouth. 

"Not yet, Kenny."  She gave my dickhead a kiss.  "But dress this 
little guy up in a raincoat, 'cause he's gonna play someplace 
nice and wet."

She went to the loveseat and knelt over Ron with her knees to 
either side of his thighs.  To his very vocal approval, Lisa 
grabbed his cock just below where the condom covered him.  She 
used the tip to start stroking the outer lips of her cunt.

"I want to feel that black cock of yours from inside," she said 
with a moan.  "Fuck my wet pussy with your big, black cock."

Lisa let herself sink on to Ron's hard on.  Alternating moans 
with calls for Ron to fuck her, she bounced up and down in his 
lap.  Her white hands steadied her body with a firm grip on his 
black shoulders.  Bill reached over and took hold on one of her 
breasts.

"Oh, yeah.  Play with my fuckin' tits, you black bastard."

Encouraged, Bill began to massage the breast in his hand.  She 
took her hands off Ron's shoulder and placed them right next to 
where they touched his thighs.  She arched her back and let out 
an incoherent moan from deep inside.  Bill lowered his mouth as 
he raised her nipple up to meet his lips.

Not able to bounce as high because of her position, Lisa began 
to use a more rapid rhythm on Ron's dick as Bill sucked at her 
breasts.  Ron bent his head to her free breast.  She gave a 
little girl squeal of delight.

"Yes. Yes," she chanted with her bounces.  "Use me.  Fuck my 
white whore cunt."

With a grunt and a mighty "oh my God," Ron grabbed Lisa and held 
her down by the shoulders. Several repeated spasms passed up and 
down his body in ripples beginning where he and Lisa joined.  
The flat muscles of his stomach rippled, and his hips thrust up 
to Lisa driving his whole cock into her.

As Ron slumped back in the afterglow of his cum, Lisa spun on 
her knee.  She came to rest over Bill facing out towards us.  
She took hold of his cock and positioned it at the engorged lips 
of her cunt.  With a back and forth motion, she dragged it over 
her pussy and across her clit.

She pulled it back and slowly sank over and onto it.  Lisa 
moaned as she eased into Bill's lap.  She rested for a moment at 
the bottom of his shaft before beginning to make an easy 
rotation of her hips.  She looked over to us sitting of the 
couch.  She licked her lips.

I just love your big, fuckin', black cock."  She winked in our 
direction.  "It feels so fuckin' hot in my white pussy."

Lisa began to rock on Bill's cock, leaning somewhat forward so 
that it moved slightly in and out of her cunt.  Bill wrapped his 
huge black hands around her waist.  He lifted her white body 
almost completely from his dick and pulled her back to his body.  
The sudden jerk caused her to let out a loud squeal.  It turned 
into a loud plea that Bill start to fuck her.

He obliged, jacking her up and down on his cock.  The powerful 
muscles rippled spasmodically beneath the glowing ebony of his 
skin with their lifting and pulling of the groaning white woman.  
Her brown hair flew around her head like a movie picture of a 
woman riding a horse.  Her naturally red lips formed an 'o' 
shape, as she began to gasp in short, raspy breaths.  Bill 
released a loud grunt each time he slammed Lisa into his body.

"Fuck the white bey-atch, nigga."

The last word broke my hypnotized state.  It is something that 
I've learned to react negatively to when I hear it.  Just 
because a person of colour uses it doesn't make it right.  It 
took me a moment to recapture my awareness of what was happening 
with Lisa.

Her eyes were beginning to glaze over and her gasps had turned 
into a long series of hiss-like yeses.  She fought against Bill, 
trying to create a more rapid rhythm for their fucking.  His 
strong arms held fast to their own pace.

Just as Lisa let out a long wailing shriek, Bill shouted out, 
"Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck."

Bill held Lisa tight against his body.  His face formed a wince 
as he filled his condom with cum.  Lisa's eyes rolled behind her 
head.

"Yes," she began chanting in a loud voice.  "Yes.  Yes."

For a moment following Bill's last grunt, the two of them stood 
motionless and attached.  Lisa leaned even further forward with 
hands resting on the floor.  Bill lay draped over her, taking in 
and letting out air in huge puffs.  Lisa craned her head around 
to face Bill.  They touched lips.

"Thanks, baby."

"My pleasure, Lisa," said Bill in his deep bass voice.

"I could tell."  Lisa looked over to the three of us sitting on 
the couch.  "And now I want more."

Lisa moaned as she lifted herself off Bill's still hard cock.  
She stood and walked over to those of us sitting on the couch. 
Her thighs glistened from the juices spread by the fuckings she 
had just received from both Ron and Bill.  She stopped in front 
of Jimmy and glance at his bare, black rod.

"Jimmy," she said with exasperation while reaching for the pile 
of condoms.  She picked up one and tossed it to him.  "If you 
want to get into the game, you need to suit up."

As Jimmy struggled with the foil package, Lisa stood in front of 
George and turned away from him.  She settled back into a 
sitting position.  George angled his dick at the lips of her 
waiting pussy.  With her hands on the back of the couch, she 
held herself waiting, only the tip of the dark chocolate 
coloured tool touching her.  He dragged his cock head back and 
forth along her furrow, trying, I guess, to tease her into 
impaling herself onto his dick.  Her arms remained locked and 
held her steady in the twister like pose over his body, and she 
pulled herself up and out of the way of his probing cock.

"Not there, hon." She twisted her head to give him a big toothy 
smile.  She lowered herself, moving slightly away at the same 
time.  George's dick slid along her slit and past it.  "I'd 
rather have you here."

As Jimmy moaned from disappointment, Lisa allowed her body to 
lower onto George's re-aimed cock.  Her body dropped millimeter 
by millimeter as the black dick disappeared into her white ass.  
Her soft, drawn out grunt filled the otherwise silent room.

"So tight, girl.  So fucking tight," George said through his 
grimace.

Long seconds passed by as the four of us watched with open 
mouths Lisa's slow progress down George's cock.  Her stout, 
athletic legs spread wide at the knees.  I could easily see the 
red, puffy lips of her clean-shaven pussy by leaning slightly 
forward in my seat.  Her clit extended from its shield by close 
to a quarter inch.  It was the same light pink colour as the 
swelled inner lips of her pussy and glistened in the light of 
the room.

All but the last inch of George's dick was now filling Lisa's 
asshole.  With a final loud and pain-filled cry, she let herself 
collapse completely.  That final bit of the black intrusion 
disappeared inside her body.  She sat motionless for a long 
moment breathing in ragged huffs

She turned her head to George and said to him in a husky voice, 
"Like that, baby?"

George answered with a semi-nod that was more a shift of the 
lolling of his head.  Lisa kissed him on the cheek and slowly 
lifted herself up most of his length.  Only the head of his hard 
black shaft remained in her ass when she reversed her motion and 
allowed herself to once again to be split by George's cock.

With her ass now stretched by the black rod, she fell more 
swiftly onto his lap.  Within a few more of these trips over 
George's cock, Lisa's nether hole had opened enough that she 
could fuck him to the same rapid rhythm that she had the others.  
The grunts and groans of her exertions filled the room.

They soon turned into gasps and moans as the pain of the hard 
dick in her ass turned into pleasure.  Lisa pulled her feet onto 
the couch forcing her legs even further apart and opening the 
petals of her pussy lips.  Her body leaned back tight against 
the sweat-covered black skin of George's chest.  She threw her 
head back as well, leaving her cheek to cheek with George.  The 
sounds of their passions blended into one blurred moan.  After 
what seemed forever, but in reality was just a minute of 
fucking, Lisa turned her head to watch at me stare at her cunt.

"You like my pussy, Kenny."  I could merely nod.  "Well then 
stick that prick in, white boy.  Give my pussy that fat cock of 
yours."

To show me she meant it, Lisa stopped bouncing over George's lap 
and spread her legs a further apart.  I shifted to between her 
outstretched knees and, using my hand, aimed my dick at her 
well-used cunt.

Somehow after the black monsters that had been in her already, 
her cunt was tight, though she was so wet I slid in with little 
problem.  Once I was inside her, I leaned forward and pressed my 
mouth to hers.  Our tongues danced together as my hips made 
short thrusts into her pussy.

She pulled her lips from mine and shouted at me, "Fuck me, 
Kenny.  Fuck my cunt."

I complied with her wish and plunged into her with abandon.  
Even though he did not have the best angle or good leverage, 
George began to jerk up into Lisa's asshole.  I could feel the 
slight movements of his hard cock inside of her as my own dick 
glided in and out of her wet pussy.

I will admit that I didn't last long.  If you would like 
excuses, I hadn't had sex in a very long time; Lisa was very 
tight and very warm and very wet; I was terribly turned on.  
Needless to say, I began filling my condom well before George 
was even close to his orgasm.  With the last spasm of my cum, I 
felt Jimmy's tap on my shoulder.

I pulled my shrinking prick from Lisa's pussy, and Jimmy moved 
to take my place.  As he began to give her an earnest fuck, I 
sank into a seated position on the floor.  Only numbly aware of 
the continuing event, I watched as Jimmy rapidly exercised his, 
until now, frustrated excitement.

He pulled her legs even far apart and pushed his cock deep into 
her with each thrust of his hips.  Each had enough force to lift 
her several inches above the dick buried in her ass even as 
Jimmy pushed her more tightly against George's body than I had 
managed and further limiting his movements.

Jimmy pounded his black dick deep into Lisa's pink pussy with a 
hard and savage rhythm.  With each powerful push of his hips 
into her soft white body, air forced from Lisa's lungs came out 
as series of sharp, high pitched squeals.  With these, she mixed 
cries of encouragement and calls to the creator.

I watched the two rock-hard, ebony shafts disappear and then 
reappear.  Each glistened with the leakage from Lisa's pussy 
when extracted from either of her stretched holes, thus 
betraying her increasing excitement as much as her frantic 
vocalizations.   The engorged lips of her pussy gripped the 
sides of Jimmy's cock as it slid out, trying to hold it inside 
for just another moment.

Jimmy shouted at last, "Gonna bust my nut, babe"

"God, just a little more."  Lisa groaned.  "Please, just a 
little more.  Almost there."

Jimmy grunted like an animal and all but threw himself into 
Lisa.  He stood still except for a quivering of his ass as he 
filled his condom with spunk.  Lisa tried to push herself into 
Jimmy, but he held her so tight that she hadn't enough play to 
make any movement.  Her moans of frustration were almost a 
whine.

His orgasm complete, Jimmy pulled his cock from Lisa's raw, red 
pussy.  She reached for her clit with both hands.  George 
reached for her waist.  He lifted her and then dropped her down 
sharply onto his prick.  He began to use her ass with such force 
that Lisa couldn't use her fingers to good effect.

Almost there, almost there," she all but pleaded as George 
tensed with his orgasm.

His body convulsed in time with animal grunts coming from deep 
in his throat.  After the last tremor of his body, George heaved 
her from his cock and lap together.  With the same smooth 
motion, George placed the panting white girl at his side and lay 
back with his arms spread wide.

Lisa spread her legs and reached into the gap.  Her outer pussy 
lips had separated and left the inner lips and the gash of her 
cunt exposed. They and the skin of the surrounding area almost 
to the meat of her thighs were a dark, angry crimson.  At the 
top, the pink pearl of her clit stood from the juncture of the 
outer folds.

I pulled her hands away.  I lay the palm of her left on her leg.  
Holding her other hand tightly, I slipped two fingers from my 
free hand inside her gaping hole.  Despite the assault of four 
cocks, the muscles inside held onto my fingers so tightly that I 
was left with little play to pull them out.  I curled my fingers 
back to touch just below where the clit would be.  With short 
punches, I began to fuck her with my fingers and lowered my 
mouth to her pussy.  My lips found her clit.  I sucked it.  As I 
sucked, my tongue played with it, rolling it around the tip like 
a bead.  She used her free hand to grasp the top of my head and 
to push it deeper into the cleft between her legs.

"Oh my God, Kenny," Lisa shouted out, her voice shaky.

Her body likewise began to shake.  She flexed her hips in 
fruitless attempt to thrust against my immobile face as her 
nails dug into the skin of my scalp.  Her thighs squeezed my 
head tightly, and her internal muscles squeezed my fingers.  
Again, she screamed out, this time more of a high pitch squeal 
than anything coherent. As her scream petered out, her hand's 
grip on my head slackened.  It fell at her side by the time she 
had grown quiet.  Her legs relaxed and parted limply, releasing 
me as well.  I stood up to find that Lisa had collapsed into a 
sprawling pile.

"Man."  said Jimmy.  "It looks like you knocked her out, Kenny."

"Yeah," Ron piped in from across the room.  He was putting on 
his pants.  "But, you won't catch me doing that."

"Me either," said Bill.  "I don't see how you can.  That's where 
they pee from."

"You didn't seem to mind when Lisa was going down on you."  My 
voice wasn't harsh, but I did add a bit of questioning stress to 
it.  "Isn't that the same thing?"

"Ah, Kenny."  George looked up as he reached for his pants.  
"It's completely different."

"If you say so," I said, shaking my head.  "I'll be right back.  
I gotta piss."

I turned and headed down the single hall.  I found the bathroom 
easily enough, seeing as how most modern apartments follow the 
same rough floor plan.  Within a few moments, I was back in the 
living room. The guys and their clothes were gone.  Lisa sat on 
the couch facing me.  A cigarette dangled from her left hand.  
She had on fluffy terry cloth robe, which had me feeling naked.

"Where are the guys," I asked.

"They took off.  I told them that I would take you home."  She 
patted the seat next to her with her right hand.  "Sit down."

I sat.

"Thanks, Kenny."  She smiled.  "I needed that."

"Uh," I groped for something else to say.  "It was my pleasure.  
You have a nice tasting pussy."

"Thanks."  She played with her hands for a moment.  Dropping 
them in her lap, she continued,  "Why'd you do it?"

I shrugged.  "Why not?  You needed to cum, and none of us seemed 
up to it at the moment."

"Yeah," she agreed meekly, staring at her hands.

We sat quietly.  I squirmed a little as I watched my clothes 
going nowhere on the floor.  Lisa remained as still as a statue, 
studying her hands.  I could hear the soft rumblings of the 
heater going about its business.

"Lisa?" I said into silence.

"Yeah, Kenny?"

I sighed then asked, "Why am I still here."

"I wanted to thank you."  She swallowed.  "What you did was 
nice."

"Yeah, but..."

"And I didn't want the guys around."

"Oh.  You could've waited till when you saw me at work."

"Kenny, today was my last day at the bistro."  She looked up 
from her hands.  "I start at the country club on Monday."

I gaped.

"I didn't want people to know I was leaving.  They would just 
make a big deal.  And I wanted to fuck the guys before I left.  
If they knew, they would've tried to get my number."  She 
sighed.  "I just want to fuck them, Kenny, not date them."

"Okay."

"Though, I do get lonely."

"Okay?"

With a gentle giggle, Lisa leaned over and kissed my cheek.  
"For someone so smart, Kenny, you sure ain't very bright."

"I--"

"...have two choices, Kenny.  You walk out of here with my 
number and promise to call me after work tomorrow.  Or you spend 
the night."

She undid the tie to her robe and pulled it open.  The brown 
nipples of her generous breasts stuck out.  She took my head and 
pulled me to her bosom.

"Please stay."

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