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The Gathering
By Paris Waterman

Chapter 40 - Tucker and the College Girls


10/19/99
The following day around eleven in the morning, Tucker was arranging
his photographic equipment when the girls arrived. Both were excited
because each saw themselves as becoming Tucker's lover as well as
beginning a successful career in modeling. Neither saw the other as
strong competition and thought the other would fall by the wayside.
Still, they were not overly jealous of one another.

Tucker made them welcome, giving each a firm hug that held a promise of
more to come later and then started with Lynn, feeling that Gina would
fall right into the flow of things and that by working with Lynn he
wouldn't have top repeat the steps again.

They worked through two sets of photos each before he suggested they
disrobe. To his surprise the girls didn't object, but smiled serenely
as they both stepped behind the dressing/undressing screen provided
them in the corner of the room.
Soon he had them posing, using a barstool as the major prop in front of
a facsimile of a bar.
"Now, Lynn, can you try to, umm, slide off the edge of the stool there.
Yes, that's it! Now lean back on the bar itself, its okay it will
support you just fine. That's it . . . that's it." He said
clicking away. Lynn's pelvis was thrust forward toward the camera
lens and Tucker noted her growing excitement as tiny beads of moisture
began to form on her lightly colored bush. Glancing upward he saw that
her nipples were erect -- almost straining in expectancy of being
nibbled on.
He finished the roll of film and told Lynn to take a break and summoned
Gina, who approached wearing a blue robe.
"We won't use the barstool, Gina," he told her as she moved
lithely before him. "If you don't object, I'd like you to sit in
the armchair and we'll try a masturbatatory scene."
"Well, I . . ." She started to protest.
"You don't want to, you don't do it. I'm not going to coerce
you girls into anything you don't want to do. I hope you understand
that."
"I know, I know," Gina said, bite her upper lip and followed with,
"but right off the bat, like that's a little strong, don't you
think?"
Tucker said nothing. Lynn jumped in as he thought she would. "I'll
do it, I don't mind, it's only make believe, right?'
"Only for the camera, it's not real, no."
Gina frowned in thought. She didn't want to be upstaged by Lynn.
Clutching the robe tightly around her she said, "Well . . . okay,
I'll do it." And moved to the front of the chair, removed the robe,
tossing it in Lynn's direction and sat in the chair, crossing her
legs and placing her arms over her breasts.
"Good," he said, observing the disappointment on Lynn's face as
she bent to retrieve the blue robe and drape it over the end of the
sofa.
"All right now," Tucker said, exerting his control over Gina.
"You're in the chair, but the camera and I can't see your
privates."
Gina gave him a slightly sulky look.
"Hey, either you want to do this or you don't. Make up your mind. I
can't use you if you're determined to be a prima donna."
Gina was stunned by his comment, her eyes widened in surprise and
Tucker used it to his advantage and issued several instructions to her.
"Now uncross the legs. You can't even feign masturbating with then
closed." She uncrossed them and he smiled as he saw her furred cunt
for the first time.
"And the tits too," he added.
Gina gave him a quizzical look.
"What I mean is," he began to explain, "that, well think about
it, how can you diddle yourself with your hands covering those big
boobs of yours?"
She began laughing, giddily at first and then with gusto. Soon Lynn had
joined in the laughing and they made eye contact and as they continued
laughing a silent bond was formed between the two girls. They were no
longer rivals contesting for his affection, but had tacitly agreed to
share him as best they could. It was really a remarkable thing to
witness, and Tucker did pick up on it and to demonstrate his good will,
joined in the laughter.
Wiping a tear from his eye, he smiled at Gina. "All right now,
let's think for a moment. What should you be thinking about as you .
. . play with your pussy, eh?"
Gina met his eye, but said nothing.
"Lynn, got any ideas?" He asked quietly.
"I don't know . . . a guy maybe?"
"Maybe?" he said,"And maybe a great looking dress, huh?"
Both girls began tittering, feeling silly about the whole thing.
"Okay, Gina lift your right leg up and lay it on the arm of the
chair. That's it," he said as she followed his direction thereby
exposing her entire cunt to his lens. Without further prompting, Gina
laid two fingers over her outer labia and gradually began to move them
up and down. Tucker moved behind his camera and clicked away, using
three rolls of films up before Gina began to really feel her climax
stirring. He moved in closer, perhaps three feet away from her.
Gina's eyes were closed and a dreamy expression covered her face.
Lynn was squirming around on the barstool and he knew she was almost as
hot as Gina at this point. Deliberately, he stood and shook his
trousers, signaling Lynn of his erection and caught her staring at the
bulge in his slacks.
She saw him watching her and wet her lips, sending a signal that she
was ready for action.
Turning back to Gina, he whispered softly, "That's great Gina,"
and not wanting to disturb her concentration, even softer, "Now, just
spread those lovely legs a little, I want to see the pink inside."
With a slight nod, affirming she understood him, Gina used her thumbs
to open her genital area to his lens and after hearing the camera
shutter whine three times, Gina let her middle finger slip inside.
"Like this?" Gina asked amiably. Her eyes now opened and fixed on the
bulge in his slacks. He clearly heard Lynn suck in her breath. And a
soft moan from Gina's lips a second later. Taking two more shots he
decided to take a break, if the girls wanted one at this point.
The girls slipped back into their thongs, halters and shorts and after
a soda, he had them sit on the sofa next to one another. He knew Gina
was on simmer after playing with herself for about 30 minutes and
suspected Lynn was awfully excited as well from having watched and
participating herself.
"I've got this fetish piece I'd like to try out with the two of
you," he said off-handedly.
"Umm, I don't know . . ." Gina began. "What kind of fetish?"
"A foot fetish, that's all. Some guys enjoy making love to a
person's foot. You know, toe sucking, maybe licking the sole of the
foot, a little tongue-play along the calf. That kind of stuff, it's
harmless really."
"How would we start . . . I mean I'm totally inexperienced in
this," Lynn said.
"Me too," Gina volunteered.
He approached the couch and sat on the floor in front of them and took
Lynn's foot in his hand and lifted it to his mouth.
"Let me demonstrate," he said and placed Lynn's big toe in his
mouth and sucked gently on it.
"EWE!" she gasped as Gina giggled.
"That's wild! I never expected it to be erotic, I mean . . ."
"Is it really hot?" Gina inquired.
"You better believe it's hot," she moaned and took his head in
her hands. "What else can you do down there?"
Tucker took her meaning to be anywhere he wanted to go . . . down
there, but raised her foot by the heel and ran his tongue along the
sole of her foot. He knew from experience that this was a highly
erogenous zone on a woman's body and had it confirmed when Lynn
groaned and cried out, "Oh, Jesus!" And she shivered delightedly
before them.
A moment later, he was holding her calf and just before he ran his
tongue from that tender spot to the secret place behind her knee, he
signaled Gina to take hold of her foot. Gina offered no objections,
readily moving from her seated position to the floor next to Tucker. He
nodded and she placed Lynn's big toe in her mouth and lacking any
special instructions, pretended it was a cock and began to blow it.
Tucker's tongue moved slowly upward. The higher he went, the tenser
Lynn became and when his tongue lapped the erogenous zone behind her
knee his hand moved out and lightly rested on the zipper of her shorts,
just above her cunt.
With a short grunt, Lynn shifted her body in order to spread her legs
further apart and in effect make it that much easier for Tucker to
touch her genitals.
Gina, a good study was now moving up to the calf of Lynn's other leg,
the combination of both Tucker and Gina had reduced Lynn to a limp
doll, grunting in satisfaction as they plied her form with erotic
foreplay.
"Umm, I want . . . I need . . ." she huffed, but was unable to form
the proper word to communicate her desires to the others.
But hovering around her they knew, full well what Lynn wanted and
expected from them. She was totally in their hands for them to do as
they wished. The only clear thought running through Lynn's mind was
that she was going to enjoy an explosive orgasm before long.
Tucker moved slightly behind Lynn and leaning over her shoulder kissed
her hard on the mouth. She shivered once again and immediately sent her
tongue to meet his, even as Gina, with two fingers having already
intrusively wormed their way under her own shorts, sent them into her
velvet wetness as she sucked on Lynn's toes, one at a time.
As the kiss ended, he removed Lynn's halter top, exposing her vibrant
breasts to his mouth and his firm lips sucked voraciously at her left
breast. Lynn's pliant flesh shaped itself to the ring of his mouth
and her breathing intensified as a small needle of desire pricked
through her inflamed loins and raced to her nipple.
Gasping and moaning she sent her fingers through his hair and at the
same time pressed the back of his head so that his face was almost
buried in the fleshy part of her breast. Then with her other hand
between their bodies, she pressed against his flat stomach muscles
moving ever southward, unbuckling his belt and opening his fly,
inserting her hand into his underwear, gliding through his pubic hairs
until she could touch his manhood.
While he fondled and mauled Lynn's tits, Gina stood up and removed
her top and shorts, leaving only her thronged bikini clinging to her
overheated, sticky crotch.
Noting Gina's actions, Tucker left Lynn for a moment to embrace her,
running his hand along her sleek flanks and squeezing the cheeks of her
ass in turn.
"God," he groaned into her ear, "You've got a magnificent
ass."
Gina moaned softly while in the embrace, reveling in the rough feel of
his large hands as they mauled her bottom.
"Gina, open up for me, please?"
She complied moving her legs slightly apart and hissed with explicit
anticipation as his fingers slipped under the thong, prying it from her
cunt. He kissed her then, much the same as he had Lynn who was spending
the time with one hand still gripping his cock and fondling her lonely
breast with the other.
Still kissing Gina, he managed to spread her asshole apart and began
rubbing her ass and cunt rigorously, alternating only to bring a yip of
glee from her throat with the occasional slap upon her ass. And all the
while she stared intently into Lynn's wide-open eyes. At some point
the girls had, without saying a word, tacitly agreed to have sex with
each other although neither had ever ventured into that area before.
Then Lynn released him from her hand and squatted as if she were going
to relive herself; and bracing herself against the sofa, tugged her
thong to one side and lightly rubbed a finger over her fully exposed
cunt. Tucker, sensing the girls were all for the fun and games he'd
initiated, had Gina lean forward and grab the sofa for support while he
shifted so that he was behind her holding a breast in each hand.

 Lynn's hand reached out, once again seeking his manhood; and finding
it squeezed it, but found she couldn't really squeeze him for he was
like a steel rod and monstrous in his thickness. Amazed at his size,
she drew her fingernails along his length and gasped in awe as her mind
calculated his enormous size. 'He's like a horse,' she thought.
'My God, he'll rip me apart, I can't let him screw me . . .
I'll help him screw Gina. I just won't listen to her screams.'

He easily disengaged himself from her hold and stepping back, quickly
disrobed.

"Is this what you wanted to see?" He asked her. Both girls had to
draw in their breath at the sight of his enormous erection as it tilted
toward them.

Laughing at their surprise and noting that Lynn had recoiled slightly
he positioned the girls on the sofa with Gina leaning over Lynn. He
slapped Gina on the ass three times to prepare her for what he planned
next and as she yelped with increasing pleasure he spit directly on her
exposed anal bud and then began working his middle finger into her.

"OW! THAT HURTS!" Gina shrieked.

Yet some innate knowledge told Tucker she had endured as much in the
past. Removing his finger after two or three jabs, he asked her if it
really hurt.

"Well . . . yes and no."

"So you've been fucked back there before."

"Umm, maybe," Gina said not wanting to commit totally to his query.


"Know what?" He asked her.

"What," she replied already eager to move on to the next series of
sensations.

"You know how I just spit on your ass?"

"Mmmmm?"

"Do the same to Lynn."

With a half snort and half giggle, Gina pried Lynn's asscheeks apart
and let a long string of expectorant hang from her mouth until it
pooled on Lynn's asshole.

"Hey!" Lynn protested, "What the hell . . ."

But she was quickly mollified by Gina's fingers as they roamed
between her legs and moaned with delight; and then screamed out in pain
as Tucker surprised her by sending his middle finger surging up into
her rectum. But unlike his tactics with Gina he didn't remove the
finger after a few short strokes, but kept plunging in back and forth
until her anal channel began to accept it. This might have been
intolerable for Lynn except for the fact that Gina also had a finger in
her pussy and was strumming her swollen clit with a well experienced
thumb.

Lynn having reached the point of accepting his intrusive digit in her
ass was stunned to feel him pull out and replace the finger with a
feathery soft touch. 'What,' she thought momentarily perplexed by
the pleasant sensation, and then realized it must be his tongue.

Gina looked on, impressed with how Tucker had opened Lynn's asshole.
It seemed to be gaping at her now, almost like a third eye and she
wanted nothing more than to replace Tucker and lick Lynn there herself.
Only briefly did Gina ponder the fact that she had never entertained
such pervasive thoughts before, and when Tucker raised his head and
motioned for her to take his place she quickly obeyed, licking her lips
once before bending to the task at hand. Gina stopped inches from the
crack of Lynn's asshole and gazed at the brown starfish that seemed
to be staring right back at her. Then with a soft, obscene giggle, she
pressed her face directly between Lynn's cheeks, found the pucker
waiting patiently for her and closed down upon it before inhaling the
potentially raunchy odor wafting toward her nostrils and kissed it as
tenderly as she would have kissed a lover on the mouth.

"Mmmmmm," Lynn cooed, obviously delighting in the sensation of
Gina's hot lips.

"That's my girl," Tucker said, complimenting her and knowing that
from this point Gina would do almost anything he wanted her to. He
lowered his face until it was alongside hers, stuck his tongue in her
ear and wriggled it around, savoring the slight taste of wax on his
tongue. Then with a lewd smile he nipped at Lynn's partially exposed
ass cheek.

Lynn yipped at the sting of his bit and sent her fingers looking for
her clit, wanting to stir her honey pot in anticipation of what was to
come.

"Oh, yeah, girl," he husked to Gina, "kiss that ass, rim her ass
baby," he added as he slowly stroked his cock, then reached for the
tube of KY Jelly on the floor next to the sofa.

Gina, motivated even more by his complements put her hands on Lynn's
twin globes and spread them wide, then pressed then together. It was
almost an anal massage and Lynn appreciated every minute of it. This
served to relax Lynn somewhat and provided an easier access for
Gina's tongue as she continued lapping away, lathering Lynn's brown
spot with her drool.

For her part, Gina had begun to acquire a liking for the slight odor
drifting out of Lynn's ass. 'She's reasonably clean there,'
Gina thought. 'It tastes kinda musky,' she reflected a moment later
and found her arousal intensifying and abandoned the lapping process in
favor of working her tongue deeper than the entrance way to Lynn's
rectum.

"OH YEAH! OH, YEAH!" Lynn bellowed, as the tongue sank about an
inch into her anal channel.

"OH, YEAH! Can you go deeper?"

Gina removed her tongue to reply, "I think so."

"Please try, I love it!"

"What is it that you love, Lynn?" Tucker asked, knowing the answer.

"This tongue fucking . . .  OH, GOD YEAH!" She cried out with
delight as Gina turned on by her boisterous outburst managed to
maneuver her throat muscle far beyond the rubbery ring and beyond what
anyone would have considered a reasonable depth.

"Sweet Jesus, I'm gonna come!" Lynn screamed and motivated Gina
all the more. Although the movement was slight, Gina's head was
actually bobbing very much as though she were giving a blow job, her
tongue now squishing around in Lynn's asshole now that it had relaxed
and opened even wider.

While Gina concentrated on Lynn's asshole, Tucker moved behind her
and started working on Gina's ass; lightly smacking it until it was a
dull red; ramming a finger inside as she wriggled her backside against
him to show him she wanted more of this treatment and moaned long and
loud as he sent a second finger into her shitter.

But Gina wasn't resting under his rough treatment, quite the
contrary, her mouth was sealed to Lynn's asshole; her fingers were
plying their expertise upon Lynn's cunt; and Lynn was coming hard.
Tucker had one more hurdle to surmount --- and pulling Gina away from
Lynn, defused Lynn's ongoing explosion. And after allowing her to
protest for a moment, ordered her to eat Gina's ass.

"I won't," she shouted, Fuck all . . . I was still coming!"

He smacked her ass, hard.

"You can't make me . . ." She was weeping by now.

He smacked her hard three times in succession.

Tears poured from her eyes, but not from the pain. Lynn discovered she
loved the pain, deriving a certain kind of inner rapture from it and
from this came a certain willingness to explore the erotic area this
handsome, well hung guy was opening up to her.

'Does he know I really want to go along with this?' Lynn asked
herself and then answered her own question. 'Of course he does,'
she thought and lowered her head already deliriously depraved with lust
and desires to return the magnificent sensations to her friend. Taking
a deep breath, she sent her tongue swimming into the opening Tucker had
created in Gina's ass.

The bitter, oily taste of shit remnants on her tongue drove her crazy
with desire. She gazed bleary-eyed upward, beyond Gina's cunt and
past her tits to her eyes and mewed like a cat.

Gina laughed obscenely. "How does it taste?" she asked, meeting
Lynn's look.

"Okay, I guess," Lynn answered smiling up at her. Her nostrils
flared as she inhaled and seemed to savor the smell wafting out of
Gina's butt.

 From Gina's point of view, she was delighted that Tucker had forced
her to service Lynn earlier because it seemed this pervaded pleasure
had a great deal to offer. She concluded that anal licking would be
part and parcel of her sexual experiences from now on.

"Go on," She said, urging Lynn to resume eating her out, moaned as
she felt the soft, wet tongue surge into her rear entrance.

Lynn felt Gina's body spasm and knew she would be coming soon from
that and the copious amount of fluids oozing from her pussy down to the
crack of her ass. All of which Lynn lapped up joyfully. Suddenly Gina
started to scream out her climax; going from trembling all over to
clenching her ass checks and forcing Lynn's tongue from her rectum.
Lynn continued to devour Gina's cum as fast as she spewed it forth,
easing a finger into her friend's asshole to replace her now
cuntlapping tongue.

Tucker waited patiently for Gina's convulsive climax to abate. Lynn
did not, having decided for the second or third time that analingus
wasn't as bad as she'd thought it would be and began experimenting
with her technique, only to pull away with a loud gasp as Tucker's
finger relocated her own puckered hole and plunged in.

"AH! Ahhh!" She cried out as he added second finger. But after a
moment she realized it hurt far less than expected and returned to
tonguing Gina's ass once more.

Both girls had the same thought within nanoseconds of each other.
"He's going to fuck me in the ass," Lynn thought as she delighted
in causing Gina's body to writhe and squirm from her hands and mouth.

'He's gonna put that monster up my rear,' Gina thought, thrashing
about and playing with her clittie while Lynn's devious mouth played
havoc behind her; Gina grew more anxious to come again, but was
thinking only of having his gigantic cock in her behind.

'It'll hurt some, but then I bet it will be wonderful. Jeez,
he'll be able to shove a hand up there after he's finished fucking
me there,' she told herself. 'Oh, I'm just know I'm gonna come
big time . . . .'

Tucker had to smile as he watched Lynn's new found proclivity for
munching ass, and thought she'd done this somewhere, sometime and was
renewing her interest in the game.

Leaving a hickey on her neck, he kissed his way to her ear and
whispered, "So Lynn, baby, have you eaten her ass out before?"

She didn't respond, but kept licking and sucking the light brown
pucker in front of her face. He had to slap her on her ass twice before
he got her attention.

"Wha?" She asked dreamily. Her pussy was smoking with desire and
she thought her climax was enroute and cared for little else. He
walloped her ass even harder and got her full attention.

"What?" Lynn yelped, distracted by the sudden pain.

"I asked you once -- have you two played the ass eating game
before?"

Trying to focus on his question it took a second or two for it to sink
in.

"No, what the hell do you think I am -- a whore?"

"I never meant to imply that. I just figured you two seem to have a
flare for this stuff and thought that just maybe you'd done it
before."

"Well, no I haven't. I don't know about Gina."

"Have you gone down on her?" He persisted.

"No! We don't even know each other that well. We have a class or
two together and that's it."

"Have you ever gone down on a girl before?"

This prompted Lynn to turn her head and stare directly at him. "What
if I have?"

"Just curious," he replied. "Did the girl eat you too?"

"Yeah, she did."

"Often?" He was caressing her shoulder and nibbling on her neck
again, no doubt leaving even more hickies in his wake.

"It's over with now, but at the time maybe once or twice a week,
depending on how horny we were."

"I appreciate your honesty," Tucker told her and sent a third
finger into her.

She quivered and shook, moaned and said in a lewd voice, "I hope to
hell you stretch it wide open, 'cause that telephone pole of yours
will tear me apart otherwise.

Gina brought both of them back to the present, demanding that,
"someone do me and quick, please!"

 "Let's get even nastier first," Tucker said.

"Okay," Lynn responded, apparently happy to get back to Gina's
rectum. She gave the puckered hole a lascivious lick and then used her
hands to spread Gina's plump cheeks apart, opening her hole even
wider, then sent her tongue on an exploratory expedition. Tucker lent a
hand, literally belting Gina's behind in rhythm with Lynn's licking
and sucking.

Gina was moaning louder and louder.

Suddenly Gina took matters into her own hands and seized Tucker's
hardon and brought it to her lips. Once Lynn realized what Gina had
done, she joined her and both girls began to suck and kiss his thick
shaft with abandon. Lynn was first to actually close her mouth around
the tip of his cock, while Gina contented herself with fondling his
testicles and trying to close her fist around him. She couldn't
manage that and so stuck to jerking him slowing up and down, waiting
patiently for Lynn to relinquish him to her mouth.

Lynn wasn't greedy and knew how to share. Soon Gina's head was
bobbing up and down on Tucker's monster. Gina was the first to get
past his large knob-like head, but couldn't really make a solid
purchase on his shaft.

'No way either one of us is going to deep-throat this guy,' Gina
thought. And as if to confirm her suspicions, she found Lynn's mouth
waiting for her as she was giving him over to her. Their tongues
intertwined and both tasted the strange pungent flavor of the others
shit once again.

'Not so bad,' Gina told herself.

'This  . . . I know what it is,' Lynn thought, 'but I could swear
I've sampled it before . . . maybe as a baby?'

He pulled them both from their respective reveries, saying with easy
authority, "Let's suck my dick some more, girls."

And they readily complied. It wasn't long before Tucker realized Lynn
couldn't really suck him off from her position and he pulled from her
grasp and grabbing Gina by her hair, pulled her face to his cock. Lynn
moaned at the loss of both Gina's tongue and Tucker's cock, but
quickly responded by inserting a finger into Gina's ass and driving
it deep to the last knuckle. Gina moaned at this even though she had
Tucker's mammoth cockhead firmly embedded in her throat.

She caught him by surprise, taking it out, giving it a loving lick and
offering it to Lynn.

In seconds the two girls had worked out a system wherein they managed
to share his cock between them. Lynn licked and sucked her way up and
down the outside of his lengthy shaft and Gina mouthed as much of him
as possible, laving his corona with her talented tongue and long before
she tired of this they switched, with Lynn engulfing his prick part way
down her throat while Gina jerked him and kissed his shaft and
ultimately his balls.

Tucker decided to start teasing them, and starting with Gina, pulled
her thong tightly into her cuntal crevice, twisting it back and forth
ever so slightly. Even this minimal movement caused Gina, already
highly aroused, to tremble and grow weak. She reacted by rocking
forward and backward in a counter movement to that generated by Tucker
and shifted her haunches so as to bring the material into contact with
her clitoris.

The movement served to create a very pleasant friction that quickly
grew into a throbbing ache.

"Oh God, YES!" Gina cried out in a choked whisper. But she resumed
her concentration on sucking and licking his testicles and even as he
tormented her clit, her finger returned the tantalizing by drawing
circles around his anus.

He increased the length of motion that the thong had had, traversing a
longer distance now and Gina felt every nerve ending in her body scream
with excitement.

When he finally ended his thong teasing she whimpered at the loss, but
consoled herself with the knowledge that she would in the course of
this evening enjoy some of the best orgasms she'd ever known. And
partly in retaliation of the loss of pleasure, she jammed her finger
into his ass, causing him to grunt from the sudden discomfort. But he
didn't react otherwise.

After releasing Gina's thong, he grabbed Lynn's. His huge cock
flopped from her lips. She screeched elatedly as his fingers grazed her
labia and shuddered when he pulled the thong taut and ran it over her
exposed, stiffened clit. She felt the delicious sense that she normally
got when it has been a while between orgasms, and knew that multiple
orgasms were coming.

Suddenly Tucker savagely kissed each girl in turn. The girls were his
to do with as he wished and he knew it. It was the first time either of
them had been with a real man and not a boy.

 He lay back on the sofa and pulled Gina to him. Quickly she straddled
him and, facing him, attempted to sink down on his gigantic member.

"Easy girl," he said warning her. "Take it easy, now this part
should go slow. And when I'm in you nice and deep I want you to get
the hell off me and let Lynn squat on me, just so that the two of you
are opened up. When that's over with we can get down to some serious
fucking, okay with you?"

"Yeah, sure," Gina said, but the sound of her disappoint was clear
to everyone in the room.

"Then let's get going," he said with a leering grin. Gina
wriggled her hips and sank down allowing perhaps two inches of his rod
to enter her. She was stunned at the searing pain engulfing the walls
of her pussy, never having had any difficulty entertaining a cock
before. It was true enough that she had limited experience, but those
preceding Tucker had slipped inside her with little or no effort, even
the very first time. At least four minutes elapsed before Gina was able
to accept some of his thick length inside her.

All the while Lynn stood next to their reclining shoulders, slowly
masturbating --- bending her knees as her finger entered and
straightening them as the fingers withdrew. Silently willing herself to
hold off until that gorgeous thing was lodged inside her.

Gina continued slowly gliding up and down on him as instructed. It
seemed to her that with each successive thrust, he went deeper and
deeper. And as Tucker fucked Gina, Lynn's knees bent faster and
faster.
Gina grunted forcefully when he suddenly surged about two more inches
into her. The air seemed to whoosh from her lungs. He reached up and
squeezed her breasts as if to demonstrate that he'd gone as far as he
could for the moment. Gina knew another climax was close and sobbed
with dismay when he ordered her to dismount.

Lynn wasted no time in centering his member on her hole and lowered
herself down upon him.

"Slowly, now," he warned her. "Go too fast and I'll hurt you,
possibly tear you up enough to need medical attention. Just take it
easy, we'll fuck all day and into the night if you two want too, just
go slowly at this point, okay?"

Lynn reluctantly agreed and saw Gina nod her head approvingly from the
corner of her eye. She quickly straddled him and facing him, inserted
him into her well lubricated cunt. She began to bounce up and down upon
him, frustrated at the fact that she was not able to take his whole
length inside her
"Turn around," Tucker said tersely to Lynn and she quickly
performed a one-eighty, bearly able to tolorate the loss of his
prodigious prick for even one instant. Soon she was leaning back toward
his chest and found herself delighted when Gina's hand began to glide
over her stiffened nipples down her flank to her cunt, where she teased
Lynn's aching clit --- eliciting a loud moan of pleasure from her.
As Gina continued to caress her, Lynn found herself leaning back until
her body was resting on Tucker's chest and stomach. Suddenly he began
to pump faster and faster and Lynn started to climax. His cock popped
from her cunt and she screamed at the loss. But Gina was there for her,
quickly reinserting it and Tucker resumed his fucking.
It wasn't long before he plopped out of her again and this time Lynn
tricked him, placing his cock at the entrace of her ass and telling him
to thrust. He did and sent three inches of his thickbodied prick
surging into her ass.
"Ugh!" she grunted.
He knew enough about ass fucking to delay moving his prick any more
than necessary until her channals became accustomed to him. Even then,
his initial thrusts were short and slow.
"Okay," she said breathing hard, "I think you can try again."
"You didn't answer my question before," he said quietly as he
roled his hips and moved his member inside her - not going any
deeper, but merely moving it a short distance back and forth.
"What question?' she asked and tried to turn her head to look at
him but couldn't quite manage it.

"Have you had it up your ass before?"

"You asked if I ever tongued one before."

"Oh," he was nonplussed about the error, "well have you?'

"Yeah once, it wasn't a good experience."

"Why, what happened?"

"Are you gonna fuck me or what?" she said, hoping he'd drop it.

"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you and fuck you good, but first answer the
question."

"My uncle was the one. He also took my cherry. That part I liked and
so I let him try the backdoor too, but it was a big mistake."

"He didn't go easy, huh?"

"For sure. He acted like it was a god damn turnpike, and just rammed
it in - no lube, not even a finger first. He tore the shit out of me.
I was in bed for three days. My mother figured out what happened and
almost threw me out into the street. He was safe because he was paying
the rent. Men, somethimes they're such pricks."

Very tenderly he cupped her chin and said, "I won't hurt you. I
promise."

"Somehow I know that already, Tucker. You're a really nice guy."

"Thanks," he said and kissed her behind the ear.

Gina sitting on the sofa next to them was crying after listening in on
their conversation.

"I never done it before, Tucker," she said, feeling a need to
confess.

They both looked at her and he said,"I'll be very gentle with you
too, baby, don't worry about it. Are you ready?"

"Uh huh," she murmured.

"All right, now listen to me," he said as he centered his massive
cockhead at her puckered entrance."It will take longer for you to
come during an ass fuck. But, when you do get off, the pleasure is so
excruciatingly powerful that it feels as if your entire rear end has
been reamed-out with rapture. Nothing, but nothing can compare with the
pleasure you're gonna feel when I fill your rear-end with what I
call, that expanding bowel-bliss!"

"Jeez, you make it sound so romantic," she sighed and Gina began to
giggle.

"Go on and laugh," he said to Gina. "You'll see for yourself in
a little while."

"I can't wait," she tittered.

He smiled at her. "Yes you can," he said and applied a slight
thrust at Lynn's entrance. He hole, slightly ajar from prior
fingering and tonguing allowed him in about an inch and a half before
Lynn experienced some discomfort.

"It doesn't hurt, exactly, but you better wait a minute, " she
said haltingly.

He waited patiently for a few minutes and was rewarded when Lynn began
pushing her rump back at him, quietly urging him to try again. Gina saw
that Lynn was breathing in a very aroused manner and when Tucker gained
further purchase into her she groaned.
"Am I hurting you?" He asked with genuine concern.

"Not . . . really," she said and then grunted. "I can feel my
hole stretching and there's some discomfort, but keep going. It
doesn't hurt so much."

He moved upon her again, but very slowly.

"How does it feel?"

"Okay, maybe a little weird, but okay."

Tucker made his decision to move a bit faster and thrust into her just
as her ass moved back toward him. Her head snapped up in surprise. He
knew she was well lubricated and thrust once more.

Lynn grunted, but managed a wane smile for his benefit. He felt her
walls begin to stretch as he gouged his way into her.

"Ugh!" she grunted, and reached back to cup his testicles.

"What's this, he laughed, "I hurt you, you hurt me?"

Lynn tittered, "Something like that. You know your balls are so . . .
soft and velvety. I have to put them in my mouth later, okay?'

"Be my guest," he rasped as he urged his thick member another
half-inch inside.

Gina made a decision to join in and as Tucker lay back with Lynn
straddling him as he moved into her ass, Gina leaned into her and they
kissed, tongues swirling in and out of each other's mouths. Then,
still kissing, Gina began to finger Lynn's pussy.

Perhaps thirty seconds passed in this manner when suddenly all of
Lynn's muscles contracted at once. Her moans increased in volume as
violent spasms wracked her body. Grunting several times in succession,
her hands flew back to grip Tucker's thighs and dig in.

Gina took advantage of the situation and quickly slithered down
Lynn's body until her mouth was in front of her cunt. Taking a deep
breath, Gina stated to eat Lynn's sopping wet pussy.

"Oh, oh, oh, yes!" Lynn gasped.

"That's so . . . that's soooo" She couldn't finish, her
throat had constricted and her vocal cords would not work.

Tucker continued to move inward, but slowly, oh so slowly.

Gina used her talented tongue to drive Lynn even wilder. Her nerve
endings were so taut that she felt every motion as he filled her wall
to wall. She was crying with happiness and the tears rolled freely down
her cheeks. The minimum amount of mascara she had applied earlier that
day lost its place and followed the tears down, leaving long black
trails in their wake.

Lynn began to move her body to meet his cock as it surged into her and
magnified the sensations roiling through her system. Tucker held
tightly to her hips and gave her several long hard thrusts.

"Ahhhhhh!" She cried out with each thrust. He felt his balls starting
to boil over and held her hips even tighter as he into her ass as hard
and fast as he could.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhh!" She wailed almost overcome by the added
friction from his faster fucking and the orgasm sweeping over her
simultaneously.

Suddenly Tucker felt his seminal fluid jetting out of him in a wild
torrent, filling Lynn's rectum and gushing out to splatter over both
of them as his massive prick surged inward once again. Lynn bucked
wildly above him, as her orgasm sent her shrieking into a fit of joy.
Gina was forced to withdraw and watch with fascination as Lynn
underwent an almost violent climax.

Gasping for air, Tucker released his hold on Lynn's hips and she slid
slowly to the floor; his prick popped from her ass and sent one last
rope of sperm after her, landing on her shoulder.
"Oh my God!" Lynn exclaimed as she reveled in the host of
sensations washing over her. He slid down beside her, took her face in
his hands and kissed her on the forehead. She smiled and snuggled deep
into his chest. He held out her hair and felt the cool air-conditioned
air flowing past it. He held her neck and noticed the sweat on the neck
was slowly drying up.

Time seemed to be moving very slowly through the sexual haze enveloping
the three lovers. Gina joined them on the floor and Tucker kissed her
softly and ran his hand between her legs.

Gina moaned with heat.

"My fingers love the feel of your cunt," he said.

She moaned and closed her thighs on his hand.

"I can't put it in you just yet. We'll have to wait a few
minutes."

"Gonna do me in the butt too?"

"Does a bear shit in the woods?"

They both laughed and turned to Lynn and found her sound asleep.

Gina's hips rose up to meet his twisting fingers as they entered her
slit. Gina groaned a little louder.
He began to kiss her neck, licking the salt deposited there by her
perspiration. She moaned and drew closer to him. Her hips began to meet
his questing fingers halfway as they established a familiar rhythm. He
left her neck and shoulders and moved south, licking and kissing
through her wispy pubic hair to her pinkish opening. He noted the
swollen lips, the protruding clit, and slid his stiffened tongue into
her.
She came instantly, and kept coming --- until he hardened and entered
her ass, as he had promised.
All told, she came twenty-six times. She remembered counting them, she
later told him because it was the only thing that kept her sane
throughout the magnificence of it all.

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