Our Loophole Virgins

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"Hurry and cum in my mouth," said Aaliyah. "We're gonna be late for class."

In the disused and musty stairwell, she resumed her frantic and sloppy gobbling of my cock, adding some wrist-twisting strokes of her hand along my shaft to complement the eager attention of her mouth.

I could hear her soft, greedy slurps. Then she moaned. The vibrations of the moan sent me over the edge. I cursed softly, and my hands twisted in her dark hair as my hips bucked forward. I could feel my cockhead bumping against the back of her throat, as spurt after spurt of jizz splashed into her willing mouth.

Aaliyah got up from her kneeling position and flashed me a dazzling smile. White, even teeth contrasted starkly against her dusky skin. She wiped a stray glob of fluid from her cheek and into her mouth, licking the finger clean. The smile turned to a mischievous grin.

"Put that greedy thing away and zip up," she said. "We have Fluid Mechanics in about three minutes." She smoothed her dark hair into place, then tugged her clothing into a chaste and proper alignment.

She spared me a coy glance over one shoulder before rushing out of the alcove and up the stairs of the Engineering building. I watched her departing butt flounce about under a demure floral skirt, her delicious buttocks looking like two puppies wrestling under a blanket. I zoned out for a moment, my softening cock still poking out of my jeans. The scent of her lingered, jasmine and clean sweat overlaying the institutional smells of dust and bleach.

During post-nut clarity that was becoming more and more common, I realized I didn't know if I wanted to keep seeing her.

***

"So, your fundamental problem is that you're getting your dick sucked too often?" asked Kelly. "Shit, Noah! I know a lot of guys that wish they had your problems, eh?"

Kelly snorted and then ignored me to focus on the wall in front of the rack as he started banging out some squats. The bar flexed with each rep and plates clanked dully as he went through a heavy set. His legs moved with almost mechanical precision and speed.

Kelly Fraser is my best friend. As freshmen, we met two years ago, both new to the school and to the rowing team. We bonded during orientation and never looked back. He was from Toronto, at school on a scholarship just like me.

Varsity rowers tend to be tall and strong without being too bulky. The prototype seemed to be lanky, clean-cut guys, 6'3" or 6'4", maybe 220 pounds. I fit right in. Kelly is a bit of an anomaly--he's taller and heavier, and just crazy strong. Clean cut is also not how you'd describe him. His long, wavy hair is coppery red, and he's got a thick beard to match. He looks more like a temporally displaced Viking warrior than a marketing major. Picture a ginger Jason Momoa that says "eh" and "aboot", and you're most of the way there.

People often assumed Kelly was some sort of hick because he was from Canada, but Toronto's a big, cosmopolitan city. His Scots-Irish immigrant parents owned a convenience store. He was middle class, and he'd seen and done a lot more than I ever had. He had a natural charm and always looked so effortless when he talked with girls. I don't think he'd spent more than a week without a girlfriend since we started school. People just gravitated to Kelly. My social circle was larger and brighter because of him.

Me? I'm actually a hick - you've never heard of my hometown, and it boasts exactly one four-way stop, a collection of silos, and a co-op feed store. Cows outnumber people by better than five to one in my county. I am complete shit at talking to girls, and it felt like a miracle that Aaliyah was my girlfriend.

Well, it kinda was a miracle. But more on that later.

Kelly grunted his way through a last couple of reps and racked the weight, then turned around, his ginger brow furrowing as he fixed his gaze on me. We were alone in the varsity weight room at this late hour.

I shrugged. "I know, I know. She's beautiful, she's funny, she's smart. I've also been in her mouth in like half the buildings on campus already."

Kelly let that statement marinate for a minute. We stared at each other while the HVAC whirred in the ceiling above.

Finally, Kelly arched an eyebrow. "And...?"

"And that's it. Her panties never come off, that's the rule," I said. "Her dad is some big-deal guy back in Lebanon and she's going back there after she finishes her degree. She was a virgin when she left, and she has to be a virgin when she goes home. There's some kind of arranged marriage deal. It's all very Game of Thrones."

"Right. But she still sucks your dick like it owes her money. All the time."

"Yes."

"Is it bad? Does she use her teeth too much?" Kelly bobbed his head back and forth and noisily gnashed his teeth, one hand gripping an imaginary penis as he mimed a blowjob.

I squeezed my water bottle and squirted him in the face. "No. Shithead. She's great. Really great. But that's it. That's all I get."

Kelly laughed and wiped his face. Somehow, his beard and hair looked even better with that splash of water and a casual wipe. Goddam Canadian. Handsome bastard could fall down a flight of stairs and break his nose, and it'd just make him seem better looking - adding 'character' to his chiseled features.

He looked at me, and his expression changed. His brow furrowed for a moment, and I could tell he was giving my problem Serious Consideration.

"So. You've got the scoop about her need to remain virgo intacta. You've talked to her about it, obviously."

"Obviously."

"This relationship has a fuse on it. She finishes her degree and then she pulls a Keyser Soze back to... Saudi?"

"Lebanon. But yeah."

"So, it's all just gonna stop at some point anyway, but you've decided that it's not good enough that she's giving your redneck meat whistle constant and lavish attention with her mouth?"

"Jesus, Kel. When you say it like that, it makes me sound like an asshole."

"If the sphincter fits..."

I made exasperated strangling sounds in my throat.

Kelly snickered and then gave me a wicked smile. With his red hair and bushy brows, it made him look positively Mephistophelean. "Okay. Okay. Relax. I've got you. The solution to your problem is spelled K-E-L-L-I. You are gonna like this solution."

I groaned. "Please tell me you haven't started spelling your name with an 'I'".

"Nope. New girl I've just started seeing." Kelly hitched a foot up to rest on one of the squat rack's safety bars. He posed for a moment. Then, he took on a world-weary tone, the epitome of a cosmopolitan man educating his bumpkin friend. "She's a transfer student from Utah. Varsity volleyball, a full ride jock, just like us. Oddly enough, we hit a minor speed bump in our blossoming relationship. It has important parallels to the situation with you and your olive-skinned beauty."

"And?"

"Kelli's a loophole virgin."

"What the hell is that?" I asked.

"Jesus Murphy! Don't they have the Internet in East Bumfuck, Iowa?"

"We do, but we only use it for wholesome and godly purposes. We're not out there browsing for clown porn and shopping for discount Viagra like some of these disgusting Canadian perverts I keep hearing about. So, what's a loophole virgin?"

"We shall continue your carnal education at a later time, young Padawan. Get under the bar - you owe the iron gods a set of eight." Kelly banged on the barbell with one hand and stepped out of the rack, pointing imperiously at me.

Kelly's a smartass, but he's also the best friend I ever had. I stepped under the weight and tried to focus on the workout instead of fantasizing about Aaliyah.

***

I'd noticed Aaliyah on the first day of classes in freshman year.

Yeah.

Me and every other guy in our cohort for Mechanical Engineering. She was hard to miss.

She stood a full foot shorter than I was, but she packed lush and dangerous curves into that tiny frame. Her golden-tan skin practically glowed around almond-shaped eyes of dark amber, flecked with gold. High cheekbones framed her delicate, slightly upturned nose, leading to full, bow-shaped lips that smiled a lot. Her jet-black hair cascaded in thick, glossy waves past her shoulders, reaching the small of her back.

Aaliyah tended towards simple styles and modest, classy clothing choices. You never saw her wear yoga pants or a tight top to class. She was always... put together. But she didn't hide her body away under bulky clothes, either. She just didn't flaunt it. Nor did she need to.

That girl moved like her hips were designed in a lab by a horny teenaged genius, sculpted out of some sort of frictionless polymer. Walking behind her was an exercise in inadvertent gluteal hypnosis. After we got together, I learned that she'd taken years of Raqs Sharqi lessons (belly dancing to redneck hicks like me). The first time I watched her walk across a room, I couldn't look away.

For two years, she ignored me almost entirely.

She had some friends in the cohort, who were also international students from the Middle East. They were social with the rest of us, but their little clique stuck together. They often chatted away to each other in Arabic. Engineering classes were small enough that she knew who I was, but I don't think she said more than a couple of dozen words to me in the first two years of our program.

Everything changed in September of our third year.

It was a little after 10 p. m. and I was jogging home from the gym after knocking out an hour's worth of interval sprints, rowing on the erg. Tired, but happy with my training, I cut around behind the field house on the north side of campus. I headed for a trail that cut through a thickly wooded area.

Sternly worded signs proclaimed the big woodlot was 'PRIVATE PROPERTY' and that 'TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED'. I'd been taking the trail since partway through sophomore year and had yet to be prosecuted. It saved me 20 minutes of walking time to get to my apartment, which was a big deal for someone who had my schedule.

Most students at my school were pretty big into following rules, so I rarely saw others on this secluded and illicit trail. Sometimes, I liked to pretend that it was Fangorn Forest. I half expected to see an Ent in there, now and then. So, I was surprised to hear some voices and scuffling in the forest that night. Rounding a bend in the trail, I came across three guys beating up Ahmed.

Ahmed was one of the guys from Aaliyah's clutch of friends in our Mech Eng cohort. A stocky, short, and soft-spoken guy from Egypt, he was really smart and always seemed kind to others, but he wasn't much of a physical presence.

The assailants had progressed to the part of bullying where they kicked the victim on the ground and taunted him in between kicks. It was getting ugly.

Maybe I was just jacked up on testosterone from the workout, but some kind of sheepdog-protector reflex kicked in. I turned my jogging into a sprint and just shoulder tackled one of the three bullies. His breath whuffed out of him and he flew back, landing on his ass.

I intended to say something chill-tough like "Get the fuck out of here, assholes!"

What actually came out was more like "Get ass here, fuckholes!", in a MUCH higher register than I'd intended.

Maybe it was just that I was a lot bigger than Ahmed. Maybe my high-pitched word salad had them thinking I was a deranged lunatic. Either way, the two standing guys helped their buddy up off the ground, and all three of them fled.

I went to check on Ahmed. He was hurting, and he looked pretty messed up, but he was conscious. He asked me not to call the police and if I could help him get home. I told him I thought that was a terrible idea, but he insisted. Coasting on the dregs of my sheepdog-protector feelings, I agreed.

Ahmed smiled and immediately passed out.

Which was how I came to be standing on the doorstep of a student townhome near campus, cradling Ahmed in my arms and smiling stupidly up at Aaliyah when she opened the door.

I helped her get him inside and cleaned up a bit. The others from their little group were all in the townhouse. Her roommates were her classmates, five of them sharing the house.

Probably from the adrenaline come-down, I turned into a complete chatterbox.

I gave Aaliyah a ludicrously detailed account of what had happened. I narrated the scene, described the assailants, and detailed how I'd found Ahmed. I somehow also found it important to share that I sometimes imagined the woodlot was Fangorn Forest. Aaliyah surprised the hell out of me by lighting up at that reference.

Before I knew it, we had patched up Ahmed and set one of the other roommates to watch over him. Then Aaliyah and I drank tea and spent a couple of hours debating nerdy Tolkien stuff, like whether Tom Bombadil should've gotten at least a token appearance in the movie trilogy.

I'm sure my heroics with Ahmed also helped, but yes - it was my nerdy enthusiasm for Tolkien that helped me capture the attention of this unattainable siren that I'd been watching from afar for two years.

Ahmed recovered and he sort of unilaterally declared I was welcome in their group. I found myself invited to some of their study sessions.

One day in class, one of the other girls shyly brought me a pan of baklawa. If you've never had it before, the Lebanese take on walnut-stuffed filo pastry drenched in syrup is mind-blowingly tasty.

As if this was some sort of ritual invitation, all the others in the little group gravitated towards me and I became accepted in their group.

***

Two weeks after I rescued Ahmed, Aaliyah and I were an item. We talked and texted long into the night.

She gave me "the talk" pretty early on. We were at my place, in my room. We had been making out and things had gotten hot and heavy. I'd unhooked her bra, and she'd unzipped my pants. Our clothes were on, but the touches and caresses were getting more and more serious. My hands were busy on her breasts and her hands had found their way into my pants.

Aaliyah's eyes flashed with desire, and she moaned when my fingers found her nipples and stroked them. The musky scent of her arousal floated between us. Her hands were in my pants, touching, teasing, stroking me in a way that left me no doubt she knew her way around a cock. She teased my frenulum with a thumb, rubbing dribbles of pre-cum around in maddening little circles that were making me squirm with pleasure.

Aaliyah gently pushed my hand away when I reached for the waistband of her fashionable jeans. Her hand stayed busily stroking my cock, but her face grew serious. It was a damned confusing pairing - I felt like I was about to get a lecture, but she never once paused in administering pleasure to me.

"There is something you must know about me, Noah. I am promised to another, and when I return to Lebanon, I will marry this man. I must be a virgin when I do this," she said.

I was finding it tough to concentrate on her words, but I managed something pithy like "uh-huh?"

"This means two things for us," she said. "First, it means that my underwear will stay on, and you will keep your hands out of my pussy. This is not negotiable. Second, it means that while we can share a glorious today, there is no tomorrow for us. When I finish my studies, I will return home, and I will wed the one to whom I'm promised."

Her hands neither changed pace nor technique, and I felt my cock grow still harder as I contemplated the stark ephemerality of this budding relationship. Aaliyah's tone was neutral, but something in her eyes spoke of loneliness - and perhaps regret behind the resolve. This entire speech felt practiced, and I suddenly realized I wasn't the first guy she'd given it to.

"I have always known this was my path. I like you, Noah. You're a good man, a strong man, and I think you're very attractive - even when you get awkward," she said, smiling. "Can you accept these limits?"

It felt a little like cheating that she was continuing to jack me off as she made this pitch. That's a helluva negotiation tactic. But when I thought about it, I realized I liked this girl, and I was willing to take what I could get. I'm also a smartass, so I made a joke out of it to cover the thread of disappointment within my acceptance.

"Hey, I'm a firm believer in consent," I said. "Just like the seminar they gave us in freshman year. If that's all you've got to give, I'll take it. I like you, too."

Aaliyah cooed, and then nearly did me an injury as she ripped down my jeans and dove at my cock, mouth first. I lasted all of about three seconds before cumming. She swallowed every drop.

By late September, Aaliyah was devouring me several times a week, with an enthusiasm that I had never seen outside of porn. She appreciated my attention to her breasts, and she was having orgasms just from that.

In fact, she said that sometimes just deep throating me gave her an orgasm feeling from her throat. The way she moaned and writhed while doing it, I believed her. Over time, she trusted me to touch her clit, but I had to promise I wouldn't let my fingers slip any lower.

I worked on my fingering game, doing a lot of reading and watching untold numbers of instructional videos. From the moans and thrashing that I evoked from Aaliyah, I think I got pretty good at it.

By early November, I was complaining to Kelly about not being able to get into her pants.

Yep. I know. I'm a shitheel.

***

As it turns out, Kelly's new girlfriend, Kelli, was also saving her virginity for marriage. While Aaliyah had focused all of her energies on oral, Kelli had taken a different approach.

She was letting Kelly put it in her butt. That was the loophole. She kept her hymen intact by having Kelly penetrate her... other hole.

At first, I was kinda grossed out. I mean, I am nowhere near being the puritan Christian boy I'd joked about with Kelly. Somehow, anal just wasn't something I'd ever thought about as an option. Butt stuff was part of pornography and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't seen it before. But I'd never gravitated towards it, and it wasn't a thing I fantasized about.

Kelly was disgustingly cheerful about it all. "Noah, get with the program. Your cock will love you for it."

As the weeks passed, he began a relentless campaign to evangelize me about the merits of anal sex. It was like hanging out with a CrossFitter... or a vegan.

One day, the three of us were sitting in Kelly's beat-up Buick Century, queued up in the drive-thru line for McDonald's. We athletes made liberal use of their humble cheeseburgers as low-cost fuel for our always-hungry bodies. I was in the back seat, having given Kelli the shotgun position like any gentleman would.

As usual, Kelly was waxing eloquent about the merits of anal. Instead of blushing or denying it, Kelli had joined in and was supporting his claims.

I got flustered and mumbled something about it being gross and unnatural.

Kelli turned around in the passenger seat and leaned into the back of the car. She loomed over me and looked me dead in the eyes. "Noah, you just have no idea. No vibrator in the world has ever gotten me even close. Whenever I get married, the lucky guy that puts a ring on my finger is going to keep on fucking my ass. There is no way that I'm giving it up. I have never, ever cum so fucking hard as I do when Kelly's in my ass."

I felt a heat rising in my cheeks and between my legs as she stared at me and dropped this sexual truth bomb.

Let's pause for a moment. I haven't mentioned it yet, but Kelli is drop dead gorgeous. Heart-shaped face, glorious waves of blonde hair, and features that could seem girl-next-door or angelic-sex-vixen depending on her mood and makeup. She draws stares from men, from women, from anyone with a pulse. She stands about six foot two and has a tanned, lithe body that carries muscle and curves in equal measure. Honestly, she looks like she should be from South Beach rather than Provo, Utah. Her green eyes seemed to glow as she stared. I felt pinned in place, like a bug on a card.

I shifted uncomfortably on the Buick's threadbare back seat, and I saw her eyes flicker downward to where a tent was forming.

"I cum so... fucking... hard, Noah." She held my gaze for a long moment, and her expression was so raw and sexual that I thought I was going to jizz in my shorts.

Kelli's expression softened a bit while my cock continued trying to bore a hole through my shorts. A playful smirk tilted her features, and she turned back around to sit down.

"I think he gets it now, Kelly," she said, her hand questing across the centre console and into Kelly's lap area. From the gasp he made, I assumed she was molesting him in his jogging pants. "We'll help get him sorted out. For his sake, and for Aaliyah's. Now hurry up and pay for the burgers. All this talk has my motor running."

***

I had been dreaming about Aaliyah since before we got together. Since the first week of class in freshman year, in fact. Most often, I dreamed of thrusting between her thighs, in very proper missionary style, while kissing her. Sometimes I'd dream that her fingernails clawed at my back and shoulders. Pretty standard wet-dream fare, really. I'd wake up with a throbbing cock and aching balls.

Lingering thoughts after the dreams always focused on that thrusting. I cherished the dream-feeling of my hips slamming into hers over and over. The imagined sense of pushing all the way inside her until I was balls-deep and then flooding her with cum became something of an obsession.

I'd think about that sometimes when I was in her mouth. Aaliyah would be busy with her tongue and hands, giving me the most amazing head I'd ever had. It was all I could do not to thrust into her throat the way I wanted to do... lower down.

Sometime after the drive-thru incident, my dreams changed. I dreamed about Aaliyah on her hands and knees, curvy and delicious ass in the air. In the dream, I slipped my cock into her butt and fucked her there. My hands would grip her hips, and I'd start building from gentle strokes into a thunderous rhythm, where I bottomed out in her butt with every stroke. In the dreams, Aaliyah always moaned and gasped with pleasure, eventually devolving into wordless screams as she came repeatedly. I'd inevitably make a last thrust, slapping my hips against her rounded backside with a loud smack and fingers digging into curvy flanks before filling her with cum.

These dreams didn't leave me waking up with a throbbing cock and aching balls. They left me with a racing heartbeat and jizz pooled on my stomach and on my sheets when I woke up.

Goddam Kelli.

Sometimes the dream was about her instead. In dreams featuring her, more often than not, Kelli was astride me, riding and impaling her tight little ass on my cock. I kept that part quiet but caught myself checking out Kelli's butt more and more. It's not that I was any less interested in Aaliyah, but I found myself also very sexually aware of Kelli.

The volleyball team all wore these incredibly revealing short-shorts. The little bun-hugger shorts would also inevitably ride up during the games, exposing more and more of the delicious little folds of their behinds. Kelli swore the shorts were "for aerodynamics and ease of movement".

Sure. It had nothing to do with drawing larger crowds to their games. Nope. Not at all.

Kelli's firm, rounded cheeks sat high and proud, their taut curves flexing subtly whenever she adjusted her stance. Each globe was a smooth, symmetrical marvel, as the shorts hugged her hips and defined their delicious roundness.

Kelly was a good boyfriend, so he attended a lot of her practices. I'm a good best friend, so I often tagged along. We both stared at her fine butt and the equally fine butts of her teammates. We quietly composed poetry about these delicious glutes and svelte, spankable posteriors. And when I say "poetry", I mean "limericks". And when I say "composed", I mean "looked up on our phones".

Yeah, we're pervs. Get over it.

I started changing my bedsheets a lot.

Goddam Kelli.

***

We hatched a plan over breakfast in the apartment Kelly and I shared. Well, I say "we". Kelli had a plan all worked out, and she just needed to explain it to us poor, dumb boys. I knocked together an athletes' breakfast for the three of us: a dozen poached eggs, a pound of thick-cut bacon, and some simple sourdough toast. The aroma of fried bacon provided an odd counterpoint to the discussion of Kelli's sexual plot.

Kelli's plan was simple, direct, and shocking. She wanted Aaliyah to stumble upon her and Kelly 'in flagrante delicto' (as she called it - goddam English majors), ideally with Kelly balls-deep in her ass, and then she'd do some vocal and obvious cumming while Aaliyah watched her.

Her plan was based on how she'd gotten started thinking about anal. She'd seen something very similar when she was eighteen, spying on friends of her parents. Her mom's friend had taken a very girthy cock in the butt at some cottage and the woman had obviously (and vocally) enjoyed it. Kelli said she'd been so turned on by watching this, she became determined to try it herself. The rest was loophole virgin history.

"Anyway, so my teammate Josie has a lakefront cottage north of town," said Kelli, as she devoured the last of her bacon. "We'll make a weekend of it with the two of you. Once we're settled in, I can text you and we'll get Aaliyah set up to 'accidentally' discover Kelly and me."

"She's not likely to go barging into someone else's room in the middle of the night, Kel," I countered. "Politeness is a big deal for her." I gestured with my coffee mug. "Despite her obvious enthusiasm for sex, she can be downright prim and proper otherwise."

"Naaaah, relax farm boy. I've got it figured out. Two of the bedrooms face where we park the cars, looking out over the lake. With the wraparound deck, you walk past the bedroom windows to get down the stairs. Kelly and I will just make sure our curtains have a gap, and the window is open too - so some sound gets out there onto the deck for Aaliyah to hear. I am certain she will hear sounds that intrigue her. We just need her to go out to the car for something."

I nodded, thinking that sounded reasonable. Then I paused, feeling suddenly guilty about this manipulation of my girlfriend. "Kelli, it all makes sense. But is this okay? Are we taking things too far with this whole elaborate plot?"

Kelli chewed a last mouthful of eggs, looking thoughtful. Then she stood and took her emptied plate and cutlery over to the counter. Her hips swayed more than necessary, and she bent a little at the waist as she put the dishes in the sink. Her snug workout shorts clung to the curve of her cheeks, outlining the taut muscles. Then she looked back over her shoulder at Kelly and me - who were both checking out her butt.

"I hear you, Noah. But we're not pushing her into anything. We're just... giving her an opportunity to expand her horizons. If she takes it, great. If she doesn't, no harm no foul," Kelli smiled and one of her hands slid down along her flank to cup a cheek. She seemed to weigh it in her palm for a moment and then smacked it with the flat of her hand. "Besides, I like the idea of someone watching me."

I stared, transfixed, as Kelli smacked her ass. I felt a now-familiar heat rising in my cheeks and in my groin.

Kelli's hand wandered over, and her fingers found the cleft between her cheeks. She rubbed a spot between them, gently teasing her asshole through the fabric.

"In fact, your payment can be to do some watching yourself. Right now. Kelly! Get up here, you big stud. This ass isn't going to eat itself!" The snap of command in Kelli's voice was unexpected... and arousing.

I looked at Kelly and he shrugged a little, grinning wolfishly.

I'd heard their antics in the bedroom, lots of times. Kelli was not a quiet lover. I'd even accidentally glimpsed them fucking once, through an open door, when they thought I was away for the weekend. I suddenly wondered if that had been an accident. I got the strong feeling that I'd been set up - that this entire planning session was also orchestrated by Kelli to feed her own desire as well.

I sat at the table, bacon forgotten, as Kelly moved up behind Kelli. His hand replaced hers on her behind. He massaged her ass and then slipped fingers in between her cheeks to rub against her rear hole through the fabric. Kelli's left hand slipped up under her shirt and from the way her arm and elbow moved, she was clearly playing with her breasts.

Kelly pulled Kelli's tight booty shorts down her long, tanned legs. Kelli stepped out of the shorts and then stepped her feet out wide and pushed her hips back towards me, leaning down to rest her elbows on the edge of the sink. She reached back with one hand and pulled her right buttock to the side, exposing the puckered pinkish bud of her hole. She flexed, and her asshole pulsed, winking at me.

"Like what you see, farm boy?" Kelli teased.

SMACK

As if on cue, Kelly's hand spanked Kelli's cheek, making a loud noise and making her whole ass jiggle. Kelli's puckered little hole winked open for a moment after the spank.

Kelly spanked her again.

SMACK

Again, her tiny hole gaped open, reacting with pleasure to the spanking.

I just watched the scene unfold before me, dumbfounded and horny as fuck. I felt my cock standing to painful attention in my shorts.

Kelly knelt behind her and kneaded the reddened flesh of her ass under his big hands before leaning in and planting his mouth on her tiny rear hole.

Kelli gasped with pleasure and pushed her hips back into Kelly's face. He responded by gripping her buttocks and responding in kind, making a muffled groan as he probed her asshole with his tongue. Enthusiastic slurping noises proclaimed Kelly's actions.

"Ohhhhh, baby. Right there," moaned Kelli. She reached back with one hand and pulled at his mane of red hair, mashing his face into her ass. She looked back over her shoulder at me and smiled. The smile was half-sultry, half-predatory. "I love it when he eats my ass, Noah. It makes me cum, not just from the feeling of his tongue in me and on me - but from thinking about what he's going to do next. It makes my naughty little hole just pulse with excitement."

Kelly, despite having a mouthful of ass, managed a roguish chuckle in the back of his throat. One of his hands slipped up between Kelli's legs, and she squirmed as his fingers found her clit. He continued to tongue her ass while teasing her with his hand.

Kelli locked eyes with me, and I saw a dangerous fire dancing in her expression. Without looking away, she gave Kelly further instruction. "That's good, baby. Real good. Now I want your fingers in my asshole. Do it slowly. Give Noah a good show.".

Kelly drew his head back, revealing Kelli's saliva-smeared, puckered little hole. Kelli once again drew one of her buttocks aside to improve the view, and Kelly put the tip of one finger on the quivering sphincter.

Kelli squealed and shook, then grew still and pulled her cheek aside still further to stretch out her hole.

Kelly's finger pressed the pink rosebud of her anus. There was some resistance at first, and then it seemed to blossom open around his finger and the first knuckle disappeared into her ass. Kelly worked the finger back and forth, slowly, pushing it a little deeper with each stroke.

Kelli still wasn't looking away. Her gaze locked onto me, and her expression was one of pure and primal lust. Her lips parted slightly, and she bit her lower lip as his finger penetrated deeper and deeper into her ass. Kelli moved her eyes pointedly to the bulge in my shorts. "I know you want to touch yourself, Noah. I can see how hard you are. Take those shorts off and stroke that lovely cock of yours. We don't mind."

I looked back and forth between Kelli's face and where Kelly was violating her tiny little rear hole. Kelly had worked a second finger into her ass, beside the first, further stretching the sphincter and eliciting more moans and gasps from Kelli.

I paused to consider that this was fundamentally changing my roommate and best friend dynamic, moving beyond simple friendship in a direction I hadn't been expecting when I had woken up that morning. I thought briefly of Aaliyah, and whether she would see this as a betrayal.

In the end, my cock made my decision for me.

I stood up and dropped my shorts.

My cock sprang free and a bead of sticky pre-cum arced out from its tip to splatter on the kitchen floor. I paused again, suddenly shy about where this was all going.

"I said stroke it, farm boy!" snapped Kelli, her eyes glued to my cock as Kelly's two fingers slid in and out of her butt. Once again, the snap of command in her voice aroused me and my dick pulsed harder, bobbing up and down and dripping another glob of fluid onto the floor.

My hand found the shaft, and I stroked it, as instructed. As if this whole scene wasn't sexy enough, having her command me to masturbate added a layer of thrill. I'd never had a girl order me around like that. More fluid dribbled from my cock and my hand spread it along my entire length. I slid my hand back and forth, letting my thumb brush along the rapidly purpling head. I started squeezing the shaft more tightly.

"Harder!" ordered Kelli, as she braced her hands on the edge of the counter. She started pushing her ass back onto Kelly's fingers, matching his thrusts with her own.

I didn't know if she was speaking to me or to Kelly, but I obeyed anyway. I stroked harder and faster, slathering the slippery pre-cum all over my cock. My eyes locked on Kelli's tight little ass as thick fingers pushed in and out of her quivering hole. It was so fucking hot to see her being taken like that.

"Ahhhhhhhh shhhhhhiiiiiiiiiit!" cried Kelli. She pushed herself back, hard, burying Kelly's fingers to the hilt in her ass. Her hips bucked and twisted as she orgasmed. She squirted a stream of liquid from her pussy to splash against the cupboards below the sink.

As one hand was flying back and forth on my knob, I reached down to squeeze my balls with my other hand. I could feel them tightening, feel the cum getting ready to burst forth at the sight of this randy, wanton girl fucking herself silly on Kelly's fingers as she stared at my swollen knob.

Before I could cum, Kelli surprised the hell out of us again. She gently slapped Kelly's hand, and he pulled his fingers out of her ass, which stayed gaped open a little even after his fingers came out.

Kelli whirled around and dove at my cock, mouth first.

There was no licking or kissing or build-up. She just pushed my hands away and enveloped my cock with her mouth. Without so much as a warmup stroke, she jammed her lips to the base of my shaft. I could feel the head of my cock against the back of her throat.

I'd like to say that I protested, or that I thought about Aaliyah and the consequences of this fresh development.

But none of that happened. She grabbed my ass with both hands and pushed me even deeper into her, gagging softly as I filled her entire throat. Her gagging constricted her throat around the head of my cock.

It was too much. I erupted, sending blast after blast of hot jizz down her willing throat. My hands found the sides of Kelli's head and I thrust forward into her mouth, making her gag even more, as I came and came into her mouth. It seemed to go on for ages. Kelli didn't stop for a moment, eagerly forcing me deeper and deeper into her as she made inarticulate gargling sounds and deep moans.

When I finally regained my senses, Kelly was standing with his arms crossed, smiling the roguish and knowing smile that had dampened a thousand panties.

Kelli at last pulled back, as streamers of cum drooled from her lips and trailed to my still-throbbing cock. Kelli caught one with a fingertip and licked it, looking like a cat that had just had a saucer of milk. She stood up and smiled at me, then belched softly.

"Thank you for the cum, Noah. I've been wanting that for a while now."

I looked at her and then looked at Kelly. My friend was shaking his head. "Buddy, you have no idea what you're in for. That was just the planning session. Once Kelli gets talking to Aaliyah, I think there's gonna be some real fireworks. There's a reason I'm still with this girl; despite the limits she puts on our relationship."

Kelli harrumphed and then smacked the massive bulge in the front of Kelly's shorts. He yelped in surprise. Then she grabbed that bulge with one hand and used it to lead him to his bedroom. "Let's go, stud," she said. "I need a load in my ass to match the one farm boy just shot down my throat. Your fingers were nice, but your cock is so much better."

I stood in the kitchen for a while after that, shorts around my ankles, my cock finally softening from its painfully hard erection.

Before long, I could hear flesh slapping on flesh and little yelps escaping Kelli as Kelly pounded his cock into her ass. They didn't even bother to close his door.

I was a little excited. I was a little scared. I felt more than a little guilty. Beyond it all, I was still blindingly horny.

What had I gotten myself into?

***

The anticipation of the lake house weekend was killing me. We set a date for the weekend after next. Classes and practices and training continued as normal.

I continued to spend time with Aaliyah, and she continued to suck my cock. A lot. I felt conflicted and guilty‌ more and more. I'd find myself thinking about Kelli even while Aaliyah had her mouth on me. It didn't stop me from coming in her mouth, but I had lots of feelings about it afterwards. Sometimes, thinking about Kelli made me cum even harder.

I don't fully understand my own libido.

Kelli was the worst. She had apparently decided that our sexy breakfast encounter meant she didn't need to filter herself in my presence anymore. She'd come over to visit Kelly and would just parade around our apartment in a t-shirt and panties. Or a t-shirt and a G-string. Or just a t-shirt.

I was making supper one evening, and I heard Kelli open the refrigerator. She took out a can of club soda and popped it open, sipping from the can and then moving up behind me. Her voice whispered in my ear, "Whatcha makin' for dinner, farm boy?"

"Chicken. Lots of it. We need the protein."

"Mmm. Good plan. You're gonna need your strength at the lake house this weekend."

Kelli embraced me from behind as I worked at the stove. Her hands roamed over my chest and abdomen, teasing but not quite touching the bulge forming in my jeans. I also felt an odd vibration coming from her.

After long moments of being groped while I cooked, she released me and moved to the kitchen counter. Satisfied that I had the chicken sizzling in its pan, and broccoli happily steaming, I turned around and saw that Kelli was leaning over the kitchen counter, facing the living room.

Her t-shirt had ridden up high as she leaned, exposing her naked ass. Her ass was just about perfect, really. Just enough fat to add a little jiggle and something to grab. The taut muscles that powered her play in volleyball gave her a high, firm behind that just begged to be worshipped.

A small blue LED light was between her cheeks, and I could see the wide base of a butt plug snugged up into her rear hole. As if she felt my gaze on her, she wriggled and twerked her ass. I could just barely hear a low buzzing sound, which explained the vibrations.

I stared at her ass, half in disbelief, half horny, and thinking about pulling that buttplug out and replacing it with my cock. I didn't, of course. But I thought about it. And that was new for me.

Another training session at the varsity gym gave me the chance to talk things through with Kelly. Alone again with the weights and machines, we chatted about what was going on.

Today we were working on hang power cleans. Kelly knocked out a big set of medium-heavy cleans, dropping under the bar smoothly with each rep and his elbows firing forward like greased pistons. He cycled through the reps and then dropped the bar to the floor with a crash.

"So, it's like this, Noah. You're a good dude. I like you. Kelli likes you. This can be weird, or it can be not weird. It's up to us and what we all think of it."

He paused and took a sip of some sort of dextrose-based workout fuel concoction in a protein shaker. I could smell it from a dozen feet away, some sort of artificial blue raspberry scent cutting through the smells of sweat, rubber, and industrial cleaning agents that pervaded the gym.

"Noah, I don't know who I'm gonna be after college. I know that the me that exists right now, with Kelli, I'm having fun. I wasn't really expecting things to go this way with her - or with you, for that matter. But I'm good with it. I guess the question is - are you good with it?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe?"

I rolled the barbell up onto a couple of change plates so I could slide off two of the 45s and replace them with smaller weights. Kelly could smash out much heavier cleans than I could. I grunted a little as I changed out the weights.

Kelly slipped back into his coaching-the-bumpkin mode. "Well, what's giving you problems?"

"Guilt. I feel like I'm not supposed to like what Kelli did. That I'm supposed to be more loyal to Aaliyah. For that matter, I'm supposed to be more loyal to you. Jesus, I came down her throat right in front of you!"

"Well, I can't speak to how Aaliyah might feel about things, but I'm here to tell you I'm good with it. Kelli's good with it. We know we're not forever, and we know we're not exclusive. If it's safe and consensual, we're down for whatever we can make happen. You feel me?"

I looked at Kelly and I felt the warm charm of his personality wash over me. Not a sexual thing, per se, but that magnetism that you just feel towards some people. A sameness. A rightness. A belonging.

"Yeah," I said. "I feel you."

"So, you're good? We're good?"

"Yeah."

"Should I tell Kelli to back off with the teasing? Or are you good with that, too?"

I shook my head. "Nah, it's fine. I might even fight back a little. Give her a shock."

The idea of playing Kelli's game sent a thrill through me, a mix of excitement and lingering guilt--Aaliyah might like it or not, but the pull of this new dynamic, this openness with Kelly and Kelli, felt like a door I couldn't close, a belonging I hadn't known I needed until now.

"Love it. Kelli will love it, too. She plays the dominance card a lot, but she's up for having it played right back. She's a saucy and changeable little minx. Hands down the horniest girl I've ever been with, even if she won't let me knock on the front door."

"Yeah. We'll see how things go with Aaliyah, but I'm down for experimenting a bit."

"Yeah, you are! I knew it!" Kelly grinned like a little kid, suddenly excited and animated. "Dude, I thought you were gonna have a stroke when you came into Kelli's mouth. Your face got all funny and your one eye started to twitch."

"Aw fuck, man. Don't tell me that! No one should have their best friend describe their orgasm face back to them!"

"THAT was your orgasm face? I was for sure thinking it was either a stroke, or maybe some sort of full-body seizure."

"Bite me, you hoser."

"Oooooh, didja look up Canadian insults on the internet?"

The rest of the evening devolved into insults and weightlifting. I felt my heart grow lighter even as my body grew sore from the training.

***

The Friday afternoon drive to the lake house was nearly 3 hours in the car - we all rode up in Kelly's Buick. Kelly and I sat in the front while the girls took the back seat. Kelli hadn't spent a lot of time with Aaliyah and she more than made up for it on the trip. After a slow start, Kelli coaxed Aaliyah into enthusiastic conversation. By the end of the trip, the two were laughing and chattering away like old friends.

Kelly and I watched the road, quietly remarked about passing cars, and genially argued about what playlists were best suited for road trips. We debated the coming postseason chances for the football teams we followed. As road trips go, it was pretty standard.

We arrived just as the sun was setting, gorgeous rays stretching eastward towards us over the lake. The lake house itself was also very picturesque. The only property at one end of a small lake in hilly country, it had acres of land surrounding it and a private beach on the lakeshore. A winding dirt driveway led to the house, with space for parking between the house and the beach.

We piled out of the car and looked out over the lake to appreciate the setting sun. Per Kelli's instructions, I left the cable for my phone in the car, plugged in. The air smelled crisp and clean, with a faint hint of farm smells on the breeze.

Aaliyah wore jeans and sported a big, fleece-lined hoodie to defend herself against the November chill. She snuggled close to me as we watched the sunset. Kelli seemed far less fazed by the cold, and she wandered around a bit, exploring the beach and the property near the house. Kelli wore her favourite yoga pants and a snug long sleeve shirt with our school mascot on the front.

The house was built on a hillside overlooking the lake, with a wraparound deck and wooden stairs leading to the parking area below. As Kelli had described, two bedrooms faced west toward the lake, both with big windows.

Inside, a great room dominated the interior with rustic furniture, a well-appointed kitchen and dining area, and cozy rugs scattered across the hardwood floors. Kelli claimed the bedroom on the right, closest to the parking-area stairs.

The four of us all bustled about, unpacking our stuff and generally moving in and getting set for the weekend. The lake house wasn't fancy, but it was very well designed and well maintained. One area where the builder had splurged was that both bedrooms had their own ensuite four-piece bathroom, complete with neatly lettered signs beside the toilets admonishing users that the house was on a septic system, and listing things that were forbidden to be flushed.

Kelli flirted with Kelly as they moved about the house, and he flirted right back. Aaliyah seemed to take a cue from them, and I found her hands lingering on me as we moved in and out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

We made a fire in the large stone fireplace in the great room, and it helped chase away the growing chill as night fell. The girls opened a bottle of wine, while Kelly and I contented ourselves with some cans of lager.

We were all famished after the drive, so the girls worked on some dinner in the kitchen, making potato salad and coleslaw. Kelly and I took about three pounds of ground beef, made some patties, and fired up the propane barbecue out on the deck. We claimed the right to cook the meat by virtue of our manliness (and because the girls didn't want to stand around outside in the cold).

I fussed with some steak spice on the burgers while Kelly cleaned the grill.

"I can't believe how nervous I am," I said. "I want this to work, but I keep thinking about all the ways it can go wrong."

Kelly chuckled and clapped one hand on my back. "Noah m'boy, sometimes you just have to shoot your shot and see where it takes you. Worst-case scenario let's say it goes horribly awry. I bet Kelli feels guilty enough to give you a 'sorry we fucked things up' blowjob. Her blowjob game is pretty good, even though you've only had about five seconds of it."

I blushed and sipped some beer to cover my embarrassment.

Kelly and I cooked up the burgers and brought them inside. The four of us had dinner, drank, and talked. We all got a pretty pleasant buzz from the drinks. Kelly started playing music on his phone after dinner. Kelli got up and danced a little, which encouraged Aaliyah to dance as well.

Somehow or another, it came out that Aaliyah knew how to belly dance, and it wasn't too long before she was trying to teach Kelli how to do some moves.

Kelly and I just sat back, sipped our beers and watched in awe as this pair of beautiful women shook their asses in front of us.

The wine seemed to have softened Aaliyah's edges, and her laughter flowed more and more easily as we drank and talked. When Kelli pulled her up to dance, Aaliyah didn't hesitate.

They were beautiful in different but appealing ways. Aaliyah with her dark hair. Short, olive-skinned, and curvy. Her butt filled the snug jeans perfectly and, as I've said before, the fluid movement of her hips was hypnotic. Kelli was so much taller, her blonde hair wildly haloing around her. She was lithe in her movements, but there was something different about the way she moved. Where Aaliyah moved her hips and legs with a grace born of long practice and subtle control, Kelli was more like a barely controlled chaos, with an undertone of danger.

Aaliyah put her hands on Kelli's hips to guide her movements. Kelli grinned wickedly for us boys. After catching Aaliyah's rhythm, she deliberately pressed her ass back harder against Aaliyah's hands.

'Like this, right?' Kelli purred, her voice low and sultry. Her movement made Aaliyah's fingers slip lower on Kelli's yoga pants, from her hips to her flanks.

The air in the room seemed to crackle with unspoken tension.

Aaliyah froze for a heartbeat, her breath catching, but Kelli kept moving, her hips rolling. She was a little flushed already from the wine, but I could see Aaliyah's cheeks darkening more, even through her dusky skin tone.

Watching Aaliyah's hips sway, her hands on Kelli's body, sent a jolt through me. I suddenly realized my cock was straining against my jeans. From the way Kelly shifted on the couch next to me, I knew he was finding this arousing, too.

Lingering guilt loitered in my heart like a predator stalking prey. Aaliyah had asked me to respect her boundaries, yet here I was, testing a different boundary. I realized I wanted her to break them, to see her give in to Kelli's chaos. I watched Aaliyah's amber eyes cloud with desire, making my heart race even as I chastised myself for wanting it.

The music track ended, and the four of us sat there for long moments. Kelly and I on the couch, Aaliyah and Kelli standing together, Aaliyah's hands still on Kelli's hips.

Kelli broke the spell by turning around, leaning forward, and planting a kiss on Aaliyah's lips. It wasn't like she shoved her tongue into Aaliyah's mouth, but it wasn't exactly chaste, either. Aaliyah swayed a little, her knees clearly weakened in the moment.

Kelli broke the kiss and looked at me, "Whoa! That was some fun! I like your girl here, Noah. Don't let this one get away!"

Aaliyah just stood there, looking a little dazed.

Kelli pointed at Kelly and held her hand out toward him. "Alright you big Viking stud. Take me to bed or lose me forever!"

Kelly snorted and stood up. "Show me the way home, honey!" He winked at me and then picked Kelli up, slinging her over one shoulder and heading for their room. He spanked her Lululemon-covered ass twice as he carried her, and she squealed appropriately. The two of them giggled and started whispering to one another.

The door to their room closed behind them and the great room was suddenly silent except for the crackling logs in the fireplace.

Aaliyah at last turned around to face me, and her amber eyes smoldered with desire. She climbed onto my lap, straddling me, and we made out on the couch. She kissed me with a sort of desperate fierceness, her tongue probing into my mouth and her hands roaming over my body. I could feel the heat from between her legs radiating onto me.

I stood up, easily holding her in my arms. Her legs wrapped around my hips, and we continued to kiss as I walked into our room.

I stood in the middle of the room for a while, holding Aaliyah against me as we continued to kiss and touch each other. I was about to move us to the bed when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

I lowered Aaliyah to the bed and then broke our kiss.

"I'll be right back. Nature calls."

Aaliyah pouted a little, crossing her arms under her ample breasts and making them surge under her fluffy hoodie. "Don't take too long."

I went into the bathroom and made use of the facilities. I really did have to pee. I also checked my phone. A message from Kelli stated, "It's go time."

Nervous and still feeling lingering pangs of guilt, I leaned my head out of the bathroom door. Aaliyah was on the bed, one hand down the front of her jeans.

"I'm as excited as you are to have some fun," I said. "But I'm a bit whiff from the car ride. Let me take a quick shower before we go any further?"

More pouting. Her hand didn't stop moving between her thighs, though.

"Fine. I guess. You'll have to make it up to me for making me wait," she said.

"Aaaaand, while I'm making it up to you, could you also grab my phone cable from the car? I'm at like 5 percent."

Aaliyah rolled her eyes and slid her hand out of her pants. She surged to her feet and stomped over to me at the bathroom. She glared up into my eyes and said, "It's a good thing you're so cute. I'm so horny right now that I can barely see straight." She gave me a long, lingering kiss and then raised her hand to my face. Her index finger glistened slightly, and I could smell her musky scent emanating from it.

She popped her finger into my mouth, and I eagerly tasted her juices. She smiled and left the room, calling out over her shoulder, "A QUICK shower. I'll be right back."

I sent a text to Kelli, "Going now."

I turned on the shower and started stripping down. I'd gotten down to my underwear when I got a FaceTime call from Kelli. I answered, and the view from her phone was of the bed in the other room. It looked like Kelli had propped up the phone on a table below the window, mirroring the view that Aaliyah would have if she looked inside.

Kelli was on the bed, face down and ass in the air, fully naked. Her glorious golden skin shone in the lamplight. Her face was visible, turning back to look at Kelly and the window area, but her eyes looked closed.

Kelly stood on the bed, astride her. He was just pushing his cock deeper into her ass. I'd seen Kelly naked before and I knew his dick was decently sized, but I hadn't seen him with a hard-on. It was impressive, long and girthy and thickly veined. Even on my phone screen I could see it stretching Kelli's butthole as she writhed and fingered her clit.

The phone was positioned with a pornographer's eye and Kelli must've strategically positioned the lamps in the room as well. If the view from the window was the same as what I was seeing on the phone, Aaliyah was going to have a perfect view of them.

I turned on the shower and moved to the window, peeking outside through the curtains. Aaliyah was already down by the car, rummaging around for my phone cord in the front. I looked back at my phone and Kelly was fucking Kelli's ass with deep strokes. His cock glistened in the light as it withdrew on each stroke, and then he slammed into her ass. I could hear her a little through the walls and I assumed it would also be audible through the window.

I cracked the window of my room slightly and some of the cool night air flowed into the room, raising goose pimples on my skin. I could smell a faint tinge of wood smoke, either from our own fire or one from another house. The activity in the next room was a little more clearly audible now, and I could hear the slap of flesh on flesh and the moans from Kelli as they fucked.

"Oh, right there. Just like that. Fuck my ass, baby. Fuck it. Fill my dirty little ass with your cock."

I'd had a hard-on since the girls started dancing. As Kelli talked dirty while getting her ass plundered by Kelly, I slipped a hand inside my shorts and stroked it. I glanced toward the car and saw Aaliyah closing it up and making her way up the stairs to the deck. I let the curtain close to just a sliver, just enough for me to peer out and watch the deck. I glanced back and forth at the deck and the phone screen showing Kelly and Kelli.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! So fucking good. So fucking good, baby. Fill me with that cock!"

I had to slow my stroking, so I didn't cum in my shorts. My cock felt ready to burst and my balls were riding high and tight. I could feel my nipples harden from the chilled air, and even the feeling of the rough curtain against one of them felt pleasurable.

Aaliyah crossed the deck and then stopped dead by the bedroom window. Clearly, she had glimpsed what was happening with Kelli and Kelly.

"Fuck me! Fuck that ass!"

I knew Kelli might have been playing it up for effect, but it looked and sounded pretty real to me. She was bucking her hips back against Kelly, and her fingers danced furiously on her clit. Kelly's legs and back flexed as he jackhammered down onto her, meaty slaps coming from every thrust as his hips met Kelli's ass and he buried his cock to the hilt in Kelli's tight hole.

Peering through my slitted curtain, I saw Aaliyah creep a little closer to their window. Her back was to me, but her posture was still and intent, like a cat stalking a bird. One of her hands slipped into the front of her jeans. I couldn't see it, but the way her arm moved, I knew she was touching herself. I imagined her breath quickening as her finger slipped into her wet pussy, circling around her throbbing and swollen clit. I felt a sense of guilt tighten at my chest, mixed with triumph at having tempted this gorgeous girl into this sort of wanton voyeurism.

Watching Aaliyah touch herself while she was watching Kelly pound his cock deep into Kelli's ass was almost too much. The faint, needy sound that cut through the cool night air sent a shiver down my spine and made my balls tighten with anticipation.

The intensity of the scene I was watching overwhelmed the last pangs of my guilt in a wash of erotic heat. I had to stop stroking my cock entirely. I could feel the head of my cock throbbing with every heartbeat and my heart rate was absolutely spiked.

"Ohhhhhhhh baby! I'm fucking cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, God! Fuck meeeeeee!"

On my phone screen I saw Kelli move her hands to her buttocks and spread her ass wide as she came. Kelly kept on with his merciless pounding and even on the tiny screen, I could see him stretching her little hole out to fit around his swollen member.

Sudden movement startled me.

Aaliyah had stopped watching and was continuing along the deck, headed for the door to the house. I quickly pushed the window shut and rushed to the bathroom. I locked my phone and slipped it into my jeans pocket. Skinning out of my shorts, I slipped into the shower, grateful for the steamy warmth after standing next to the cool air coming in from the window.

A minute or two later, Aaliyah came into the bathroom and into the shower. She'd already stripped off all of her clothes and I marveled at the sight of her. As she stepped into the shower, the steam curling around her naked body, her nipples crinkled and erect. Her full breasts jiggled gently as water sluiced down her olive skin, glistening in the dim light.

My breath caught as she sank to her knees, her amber eyes smoldering with a raw lust I'd never seen before. Her hands trailed up my legs, teasing my inner thighs.

The heat of her breath grazed me first, a maddening whisper of warmth, before she enveloped me with her mouth, her lips wrapping around me with a savage intensity that made my knees buckle, the wet, greedy slurps echoing in the tiled space as I leaned back, overwhelmed.

I could barely keep standing in the shower as she savagely slurped at my cock with an intensity that went far beyond what I'd felt from her before. It was like she was attacking my cock with her mouth, and it was all I could do not to cum immediately. Long, glorious minutes passed as she bobbed her head back and forth, guiding my throbbing length into her mouth and then down her throat.

Suddenly she stopped and drew back enough to speak.

"I want to swallow your cum, and then I want you to eat my pussy for me, Noah. I want to feel your mouth on my clit. I want to cum with you licking and sucking me."

She'd never asked for that before, and I damn near came on her face just to hear her say it. I looked down at her, kneeling in the shower, dark and glorious hair clinging wetly to her shoulders. Her lips were slightly parted and the look of raw sexual need on her face made her even more beautiful.

"Will you suck me some more after that?" I asked.

She didn't even wait for an answer. She just lunged forward and jammed my cock down her throat, reaching one hand up to fondle and tug on my balls. It didn't take long before I was geysering hot, thick ropes of cum down her willing throat as she took my entire length into her mouth.

We dried off, taking our time and making a game of it. She rubbed the towel over my body, then allowed me to take my turn. I wrapped her in the towel and my mouth found hers, hungrily kissing her as my hands rubbed the towel on her body. The smell of her filled my senses, faint remnants of her jasmine perfume mingled with the musky scent of her desire.

I trailed her into the bedroom, my eyes fixed on her jiggling buttocks. Even with the new things we were about to do, I thought about her ass and my plans to invade it with my cock. After watching Kelly pound Kelli's ass through that window, I couldn't stop thinking about Aaliyah's ass.

I imagined spreading those sweet cheeks, exploring her tiny rear hole with my tongue, my fingers, my cock. I wanted so badly to claim her in that forbidden way, to feel her clench around me as she moaned like Kelli had. The thought sent a fresh surge of heat through me, my arousal battling the faint guilt that lingered at the edge of my mind.

But first, I had some pussy to eat.

I spent what seemed like an hour with my mouth on her sweet pussy, licking and teasing and sucking. My hands grasped her curvy bottom, and I raised her hips to my mouth like someone drinking from a chalice. Her moans got louder, and her writhing got intense. She started to pinch and twist her nipples, rolling the dark flesh between her fingers, then kneading at her breasts.

Aaliyah's moans crescendoed into a raw, primal scream. Her hands gripped my hair as her hips bucked wildly against my mouth. The sweet taste of her flooded my senses. I squeezed her curvy bottom tighter, feeling her muscles clench under my fingers. Her thighs trembled as she squirted, a warm gush splashing down my chin.

I continued swirling my tongue back and forth over her clit as she continued to cum, soaking the bed sheets. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she panted coarsely in between screams as she came again and again.

Watching and feeling her cum like that had me rock hard again. As the orgasm subsided, I lay down beside Aaliyah and cuddled for a bit. I stroked her damp hair as my cock throbbed and prodded bluntly against her rounded hip. I wondered what it was about seeing Kelli through the window that had sparked these new behaviors. She had pushed beyond boundaries with me tonight.

I felt a pang of guilt mixed with triumph, knowing I'd pushed her to this edge, yet unsure how she'd feel if she knew the truth. My cock throbbed against her hip, the question burning as hot as my desire.

When she'd caught her breath, she smiled and attacked my cock again. I lost track of time. We licked and sucked and touched each other for hours before falling into an exhausted and blissful sleep.

***

I woke up to an empty bed, my heart lurching as I panicked for a moment, worried Aaliyah had run off in the night, overwhelmed by what she'd seen--what we'd done. The image of her silhouette by the window, her hand buried in her jeans as she watched Kelly pound Kelli's ass, flashed through my mind, followed by the raw need in her amber eyes when she'd begged me to eat her out. Had I pushed her too far? I forced myself to breathe, calming down as I realized I could hear faint sounds from the kitchen. She wouldn't leave... would she?

I pulled on some jeans, thick socks, and a Henley shirt against the morning chill, the wooden floor creaking softly under my steps as I opened the bedroom door.

The smell of bacon frying hit me first, followed by the sizzle of the pan and the sound of Kelly singing along to The Tragically Hip, his phone blaring their bluesy rock tunes. Sunlight streamed through the lake house windows, giving a golden hue to the hardwood floor.

Being Kelly's roommate meant I'd been subjected to many hours of music by this band. They seemed like a standard bluesy rock outfit to me--gritty guitars, poetic lyrics. But to hear Kelly tell it, they were the Canadian equivalent of Tom Petty, John Cougar Mellencamp, and The Band all rolled into one. Honestly, I didn't really get it. Still, it pleased me to hear my friend trying to force his gravelly baritone into following the expressive tenor of the Hip's lead singer, his voice cracking as he belted out a line about New Orleans sinking and not wanting to swim.

"Good morning, sunshine," Kelly said, glancing over with a grin as he flipped bacon in the pan. "Got breakfast for ya. I'm on round two already. Girls are out taking a walk around the lake."

Kelly stage-whispered, putting the back of his hand next to his mouth. "I think they're talking about last night."

My stomach twisted--she'd seen Kelly, seen what I'd set up for her to see, and now she was out there with Kelli, talking about it. I feigned casual interest, trying to keep my voice steady. "Oh?"

"Yep," Kelly said, arching an eyebrow meaningfully. "They were thick as thieves in the kitchen when I crawled out of bed. Barely paused for coffee before Kelli suggested they take a walk. I caught Aaliyah checking out my stuff at least once, too. She saw us going at it last night." He scratched at his balls through the fabric of his black cotton boxer briefs, completely unbothered by the November chill. In contrast to my cozy clothing, he wore only the briefs and a cotton Celine Dion concert t-shirt. Fucking Canadian was immune to the cold. He'd probably suggest going for a swim later.

"Yeah," I said, my tone dry as I tried to mask my nerves. "It's only a matter of time before she asks permission to sample your Canadian sausage. I mean, she saw it in flagrante delicto last night."

Kelly pouted, crossing his arms. "If you're mean to me, I won't share my bacon."

"My apologies, kind sir," I said, raising my hands in mock surrender.

"Apology accepted, old sock," Kelly replied with a grin. "Let's eat this before it gets cold."

We wolfed down about a pound of bacon and a dozen eggs between the two of us, washing it down with mugs of strong black coffee. The food fortified me after the exertions and excitement of the night, but my mind kept drifting to Aaliyah--what was she saying to Kelli? Was she ready for more after last night?

"You, uh, you were really giving it to Kelli last night," I said, my cheeks heating as I spoke. "I feel weird complimenting you on this, but nice work. I can tell you Aaliyah found it... inspiring."

Kelly breathed on his fingernails and buffed them across Celine's face on his shirt. "Why, thank you, young Padawan. It's too rare for an artist to be recognized in his own lifetime."

I hesitated, then blurted out, "Do you... have any advice for me? About how it works?"

Kelly's eyes lit up, and he gestured grandly with his coffee mug, striking a pose like some Shakespearean actor delivering a monologue. "Ah, yes! The seeker of knowledge asks questions of his mentor. This is a classic moment in the journey of a Padawan!"

"Jesus, man, I just want some advice," I said, shaking my head.

Kelly laughed, setting his mug down. "I hear you, I hear you. You want Fraser's Laws of Lovemaking, Anal Edition."

I shook my head in disbelief. "You have Laws?"

"Well, more like useful guidelines than Laws," Kelly said, leaning forward with a grin. "But bear with me. Law the First: Go slow. If you think you're going slow enough, you're wrong. Go slower. You might have seen me riding Kelli like it was the rodeo, but she's a very experienced partner, and we worked up to that level of intensity over months."

I nodded, feeling like I should be taking notes.

"Law the Second: You cannot use too much lube," Kelly said, pointing his fork at me. "Especially at first. On her. In her. On you. Things should be treacherously slick and lubricated. This ensures she remains enthusiastic about it all and prevents injury. As much fun as this is, we're skiing off the marked trails here."

I frowned, suddenly realizing--like an idiot--that I hadn't thought to pack any lubricant.

Kelly smiled, reading my expression. "I can see by the look on your face that you've just realized you didn't bring lube, because you're a rookie. Fear not, Padawan. We brought plenty."

I felt so relieved it was almost shameful, a weight lifting off my chest.

"Law the Third: She cums before you start," Kelly said, his tone firm. "This is not optional. Get her off--once, twice, as many times as you can--before your horny little appendages start penetrating her backside. This has the benefits of relaxing her, giving her pleasure, and raising her opinion of you. If you take the time to get her off a couple of times first, she'll be reminded of all the reasons she likes you, and she'll be more likely to surrender the booty!"

Kelly gestured with his mug at that last phrase and slopped coffee on the floor. He grinned and wiped it up with a tea towel. "I get so excited," he said.

"Law the Fourth: Watch her like a hawk, eh?" he added. "If she's moaning and pushing back, you're good--but if she tenses up or goes quiet, slow down or stop. Kelli's always loud as fuck, so I know when she's into it--but Aaliyah might be quieter. You'll figure it out."

I nodded, absorbing his words, my confidence growing despite my nerves.

"And Law the Fifth," Kelly said, his tone softening, "when you're done, don't just roll over and pass out. Hold her, kiss her, tell her how fucking amazing she was. Show her you're still her guy, not just some horny bastard who was just using her holes."

I smiled, warmth spreading through me at the thought of holding Aaliyah after pounding into her. "Yeah... I can do that. Thanks, Kel."

Kelly clapped me on the shoulder, grinning. "Anytime, eh? Now finish your eggs--they're getting cold, and you're gonna need the protein for round two."

***

The girls got back to the lake house about an hour after we finished breakfast. Kelli was grinning like a maniac and Aaliyah was quiet but had a wild look in her eye.

Kelly and I were lounging on the couch, still listening to some Tragically Hip. Kelli put her arm around Aaliyah's shoulders and the two of them stood in front of us. Kelli was wearing blue yoga pants, with a zip-up white hoodie and a midriff-baring top. Aaliyah wore flowing trousers and a cozy-looking knit sweater that hugged her ample breasts.

"So, we girls have had a nice long walk and a nice long talk," said Kelli. "Just so we're all caught up, Aaliyah happened to see Kelly and I through our window last night."

Aaliyah looked at the floor, her cheeks darkening.

"First, I reassured our lovely new friend. I told her that not only was I not upset, but that I was excited that she'd seen us," Kelly continued. "What with my exhibitionist streak and all. Once we got past that, we girls had a good talk. Tell them, darlin'."

Aaliyah looked up and then looked at Kelly. I saw her eyes dart towards his groin and then back up to his face. She seemed to steel herself and then began to speak.

"I want to see you do it again. To put it in her. To see it clearly and see her truly enjoy it."

Then, she looked at me.

"If it is real, if she truly enjoys it, I want you to do the same to me, Noah. I want to feel your cock in my ass. I want you to cum inside of me. Just as I've dreamed about for weeks."

I was stunned. Partly it was hearing Aaliyah say such explicit and direct things. Partly it was how Kelli had gotten her to this point after a couple of hours of talk. That girl should be in politics instead of English.

Sexual tension descended on the four of us like a fog bank rolling in from the ocean. I looked at Aaliyah, then Kelli, then Kelly. They looked back at me, and at each other. I felt my heart rate spike with excitement and anticipation.

"Well, that sounds fucking great!" said Kelly. He stood up and flashed a big smile at the girls. I felt a momentary pang of jealousy at the way Aaliyah smiled back at him, but then Kelly was wrapping Kelli in his arms and kissing her.

Aaliyah jumped onto me as I sat on the couch, straddling my hips and shoving her tongue into my mouth. I felt her body trembling a little with the released tension and her questing mouth had an urgency behind her kisses.

After long minutes of kissing and making out, Kelly and Kelli broke their embrace. Kelli gently guided Aaliyah to a bathroom, explaining that they had "girl stuff" to sort out. Kelly directed me to prepare the living room area for what was to come. Again, I realized that Kelli had planned things out well in advance.

Kelly and I put some old towels down on the large, padded ottoman in front of the couch. He queued up some mellow music on his phone while instructing me to build a fire in the fireplace. We drank some whisky, tidied up, and drew the curtains against the afternoon sun. We transformed the living room area into a cozy, warm, intimate space.

Kelly and I sat on the couch, sipping whisky. The smoky burn of the liquor settled my nerves as we waited. My heart was still racing from Aaliyah's words-- "I want you to cum inside of me. Just as I've dreamed about for weeks"--her raw, explicit desire echoing in my mind. I couldn't believe how quickly Kelli had gotten her to this point, but the evidence was in Aaliyah's wild-eyed look, the way she'd straddled me with such urgency.

I glanced at Kelly, who was grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, his Celine Dion t-shirt stretched across his broad chest as he lounged back, clearly at ease with whatever was coming next. I envied his aplomb.

The bathroom door opened, and Kelli and Aaliyah emerged, a vision that made my breath catch in my throat. They'd clearly taken their time getting ready, and the result was stunning. Kelli had done their makeup--her own green eyes were accentuated with smoky eyeliner and a bold red lip, giving her an angelic-sex-vixen vibe that matched her personality perfectly.

Aaliyah's amber eyes were framed with a softer, golden shimmer, her full lips painted a deep rose that made them look even more kissable. Her cheeks were flushed, whether from the makeup or the couple of drinks they'd had to loosen up, I couldn't tell.

Kelli had brought sexy outfits for them both, and they were a sight to behold. Kelli wore a sheer white lingerie set. Her bra barely contained her firm breasts and lacy crotchless panties clung to her hips. A garter belt held up thigh-high stockings, the white fabric contrasting sharply with her tanned skin.

Aaliyah was in a deep emerald-green teddy, the silky fabric hugging her curves. Her ample breasts strained against the low neckline, and the high-cut bottom accentuated her curvy ass. The sight of her in that outfit, her olive skin glowing in the firelight, made my cock twitch painfully in my jeans.

Kelli carried a small black bag in one hand and placed it in the middle of the ottoman.

"We're ready, boys," Kelli said. She unzipped the bag to reveal an array of lube bottles, vibrators, and toys, all neatly arranged. Aaliyah stood beside her, her hands clasped in front of her, a mix of nervousness and excitement in her eyes as she glanced at me, then at Kelly.

"God DAMN, you both look incredible," Kelly said. His voice was rough with desire as he stood, pulling off his t-shirt to reveal his muscular chest, the red hair trailing down to his boxer briefs.

I nodded; my throat dry, unable to take my eyes off Aaliyah. She bit her lip, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. I could see a slight sway in her stance--she'd definitely had a couple of drinks, just enough to loosen her up, to make her bold.

Kelli knelt on the ottoman, positioning herself on her hands and knees. Her pert behind faced us as she looked over her shoulder with a wicked grin. "Let's start with a little demonstration, shall we?" she said, her tone playful but commanding. "Kelly, get over here and warm me up. Aaliyah wants to see how it's done. And both of you boys are wearing too many clothes. Get naked for us."

Kelly didn't need to be told twice. He shucked his briefs and stepped forward, his hands already moving to Kelli's hips as he knelt behind her, pushing aside her lace panties to expose her perfect butt.

I took moments longer to strip down. Once I was naked, Aaliyah moved in front of me and pressed her luscious body against mine as we watched the other two. The fabric of the teddy was slightly rough against my cock.

Kelli reached into her bag. She pulled out a bottle of lube and handed it to her lover. "Start with your fingers, baby," she instructed, her voice firm. "Show Aaliyah how it's done."

Kelly squirted a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up before circling Kelli's tight hole with one finger.

"Like this, eh?" he said, glancing at Aaliyah, who was watching intently, her eyes wide with curiosity. "You need it all around as well as inside."

Kelli moaned softly as Kelly's finger slid inside her, the lube making it glide in easily.

"You gotta go slow at first," Kelli explained, her voice breathy but clear as she spoke to Aaliyah. "Feel how he's teasing me, stretching me out? It's all about getting relaxed... letting your body open up."

Aaliyah nodded, her breath quickening as she watched Kelly add a second finger, his movements slow and deliberate. One of her hands reached back to stroke my thigh while the other drifted between her own legs.

Kelli's moans grew louder, her hips rocking back against Kelly's hand as she adjusted to the stretch. "That's it, baby," she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure. "Deeper. Stretch me."

Kelli looked at Aaliyah and I, smiling. Her gaze lingered on Aaliyah's hand as my girl worked a finger across her clit. "Aaliyah has the right idea, Noah. You need to get in the game. Stroke your cock for me. For her."

I grabbed my cock and started to stroke it, causing pre-cum to dribble out and drip onto Aaliyahs' hip and back. She moaned a little and leaned back into me as she continued to touch herself.

My cock throbbed as we watched Kelly work his fingers in and out of Kelli's ass, her moans filling the room.

After a few minutes, Kelli nodded, her voice husky. "I'm ready, baby. Show her how it's done."

Kelly pulled his fingers and stood, revealing his thick, veiny cock, rock hard and glistening with pre-cum. Aaliyah gasped at the sight of it, and she rubbed even faster on her clit.

Kelly coated the head and shaft of his cock with lube, then positioned the head at Kelli's entrance.

"Watch this, Aaliyah," Kelli said, her voice a throaty mix of arousal and instruction. "Watch how he goes slow at first... the stretch is intense, but so good."

Kelly pressed forward, the head of his cock pressing against her puckered ring. His cock bent a little and he grasped the shaft, guiding it towards the centre of that pink rosebud. Kelli's ass resisted for a moment and then blossomed open to admit the thick head of his cock.

Kelli shuddered as he pushed inside of her. "Fuck, yes... that's it. It hurts a little at first, but it's good. Then it gets better and better." Kelli looked back at Aaliyah and reached one of her hands out to flutter gently on the other girl's leg. Aaliyah moaned and moved forward, pressing her pussy towards Kelli's fingers. Before long, both girls were gently touching and caressing Aaliyah's clit and swollen pussy lips.

Kelly kept going, inching deeper with each slow thrust, his hands gripping Kelli's hips as she rocked back against him, her moans growing louder.

"See how he's filling me up?" Kelli said, panting. Her eyes locked onto Aaliyah. "It's... oh, fuck... it's so deep, so intense... but I love it. You'll love it too."

As Kelly started thrusting, his rhythm steady but not too fast, Kelli's moans turned into cries of pleasure, her body trembling as she reached the edge. She abandoned Aaliyah's pussy and braced both hands on the ottoman as she pushed back into Kelly's hips.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," Kelli gasped, her hands gripping the towels beneath her. "Fuck! Fuck! That's it! I'm cumming!"

Her orgasm hit hard, her asshole pulsing and rippling around Kelly's cock. I could see every clench, every ripple of her muscles as she rode the waves of pleasure.

Aaliyah's gaze was locked onto Kelli's butt as it was plundered by Kelly's thick cock. She stiffened against me and her hand was moving quickly as she played with her clit. Her breath hitched as she watched, her own arousal also evident in the flush spreading across her chest.

I had to slow down in stroking my cock, so I didn't cum. Fuck, it was so hot.

Kelly slowed his thrusts, letting Kelli come down from her high. His hands gripped her flanks possessively as she panted.

"See that, Aaliyah?" she said. Her voice was breathless but triumphant. "That's how good it can feel. Are you ready to try?"

Aaliyah nodded. She turned around to face me, her eyes wide but determined "Yes," she whispered, "I want the same... I want you, Noah."

My heart pounded as Aaliyah moved to the ottoman, kneeling beside Kelli on her hands and knees, her emerald-green teddy riding up to expose her curves.

Kelli, still on her hands and knees with Kelly's cock buried inside her, reached into her little bag, pulling out another bottle of lube and a small vibrator, handing them to me with a grin.

"Follow my lead, Noah," she said, her voice firm. "We'll take it step by step."

Kelly resumed his slow thrusts, Kelli moaning softly as she turned her attention to guiding us.

"Start by pulling up her teddy," she instructed as she rocked back against Kelly.

I did as she said, my hands trembling slightly as I pulled the fabric up over Aaliyah's hips, exposing her thick and round buttocks. Her tiny rear hole winked at me in the firelight. Aaliyah shivered, her breath hitching as she looked back at me, her amber eyes filled with trust and desire.

"Now lube up your fingers," Kelli said, her voice steady despite Kelly's thrusts. "And go slow--just like you saw with me."

I squirted lube onto my fingers, warming it between them before circling Aaliyah's hole, my touch gentle as I teased her entrance. Her scent, already filling my nostrils, redoubled as her arousal hit new highs. She gasped, her body tensing for a moment before she relaxed, her breath coming in soft pants.

"That's it," Kelli said, her voice encouraging. "Now give Aaliyah the vibe and let her work at her clit for a bit while you touch her."

Aaliyah took the vibrator, and it hummed to life. Her rear hole pulsed against my fingertip as the vibrations found her clit.

"Just let the sensations flow darlin'," Kelli said. "I want you to think about how good it feels for him to touch your ass. Think about how much you want him inside of you. About how good it will feel for him to stretch your little hole with his cock."

Aaliyah shook as she had a sudden and massive orgasm. She cried out, and her ass pulsed open for a moment, revealing the tender pink flesh within her. Her hips shook and I had to be careful that she didn't just immediately impale her hole on my finger.

She rode the orgasm out and had to take a break with the vibrator. Her little hole continued to pulse and gape open with the waves of the orgasm. Aaliyah looked back and me and her eyes were filled with the lust of the moment, but also a sort of wonder or awe, like she couldn't believe that she had found such pleasure despite the strictures that had been placed on her.

"That was so good, darlin'", said Kelli. "That was so hot watching you cum just thinking about having a cock in your ass. I'm so fuckin' hot right now I can hardly breathe. Now slide one finger in... slow, Noah."

I pressed my finger against her hole, feeling the resistance for a moment before another pulse made her sphincter bloom open. My lubed finger slid inside to the second knuckle. ass

Kelly made a quiet noise beside me. His eyes were locked on my finger penetrating Aaliyahs ass, even as he continued to fuck Kelli's ass with long, deep strokes.

Aaliyah moaned and moved the vibrator back to her pussy. "It feels so tight," she whispered, her voice trembling. "But... it hurts a little but it's good, too."

Kelli leaned in towards Aaliyah. "Kiss me," she said. "Kiss me while Noah puts another finger into your ass."

Aaliyah hesitated for just a moment, then leaned forward and started kissing Kelli. Her tongue darted out to meet Kelli's.

I did as I was instructed, sliding a second finger inside. My movements were slow and careful as Aaliyah moaned into Kelli's mouth. My cock throbbed impatiently, and I was so horny I could barely see.

Kelli broke off the kiss for more instructions.

"Work that the vibrator on your little clit," Kelli said. Her voice hitched as Kelly's thrusts picked up pace. "Think about how hot it is to feel his fingers sliding inside of you."

Aaliyah came again in moments, her hips bucking as the vibrations sent her spiraling over the edge. She started cumming, pressing her hips back and taking more and more of my fingers inside her. Her ass clenched and rippled around my fingers.

After the orgasm wound down, Aaliyah pushed her face towards Kelli and kissed her again, passionately. After a long and lingering kiss, Aaliyah drew a shuddering breath and said, "It's so good. It's so fucking good, Kelli."

Kelli smiled. "I told you, didn't I? She's ready, Noah," Kelli said, "Lube up your cock... go slow."

I gently pulled my fingers out and coated my throbbing cock with lube.

Kelly started fucking Kelli even harder, his hips slapping against the tanned globes of her buttocks as his hands gripped her flanks and pulled her back into him. Kelli started making little grunts and yips, like an animal.

My whole body shook as I positioned myself behind Aaliyah, the head of my cock slippery and pulsing against her tight little hole.

Aaliyah looked back at me, her eyes pleading, her voice a whisper. "Do it, Noah... I want you. I want your cock inside of me. Please."

I pushed forward, just a bit. The head of my cock pushed and then slipped past the tight little ring and into her ass. The tight heat of her anal canal enveloped me as she let out a massive, screaming orgasm, her body shuddering beneath me.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, Noah!" she cried as she came. Her ass pulsed around me, and I could feel the vibrator buzzing through her body against her clit as she rode the waves of pleasure. Her cries echoed in the room, a primal symphony over the crackle of the fire.

Kelli came again at about the same time, her cries mingling with Aaliyah's as Kelly hammered his cock balls-deep into her ass. Her little yips and yelps became cries of pleasure as she came.

The sight of my friends fucking next to me, the sound of their moans, the feel of Aaliyah's ass spasming around me--it was too much. I thrust slowly, inching deeper. My eyes were locked on her rear hole as it stretched wider to accommodate my girth.

I kept going, my thrusts slow and steady, following Kelly's advice as I watched Aaliyah's reactions, her moans guiding me. Eventually, I bottomed out and I paused for a moment with my cock buried deep in Aaliyah's ass. Aaliyah came again, her breath hiccoughing in little spurts as she shook and shimmied while fully impaled on me.

I came, glorious explosions of light clouding my vision as I pumped my seed deep into Aaliyah's willing ass. I could feel splashes of liquid spraying from her pussy as she squirted. She pushed back onto me, hard.

I could feel her willing my cock deeper and deeper into her ass as she rode constant streams of pleasure, orgasms crashing through her one after another like waves on a storm-tossed sea.

That feeling I had been chasing, of slamming my hips into her and filling her with cum, echoed in the moment with the many dreams that had come before it. The last shreds of lingering guilt washed away with the orgasm, and I was certain of the rightness of our passion and what we'd achieved together. I knew at that moment that neither of us would be the same after this. She was mine, in this forbidden way, and I was hers.

The living room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, the firelight casting shadows over our bodies as we moved together, caught in a moment of raw, primal connection that I knew would change everything.

At the end of it all, we collapsed in a heap, spilling off the ottoman and onto the floor, a jumble of limbs and sweat and lube. Me, my best friend, and our loophole virgins.