The Scavenger Hunt Ch. 12

Here it is... the next installment of Scavenger Hunt. In this chapter, Travis has left the fraternity in the dust and is enjoying life with Taylor and Beth. The trio goes out to blow off some steam after a stressful week and picks up a fourth -- but things aren't quite as they seem.

Sadly, this is the last chapter that is currently written. So... expect a bit of a delay while I finish writing the next chapter, and the epilogue. I wasn't sure about the epilogue, but this chapter makes 46 stories for me, which means Chapter 13 will be 47... and for certain reasons, I cannot take even a temporary break at 47 stories.

Thanks to Samuraisan, whose crusade against (what he thinks are) misplaced commas also frequently catches a plethora of other mistakes, and for helping me fine-tune and develop this storyline and many, many others. Also, thanks to Thatsbogus, who beta readers my chapters sometimes within hours of me sending them to him, and make sure my characters stay true to themselves. He's an author here, so definitely go check out all his stories as soon as you're finished here.

Enjoy!

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The Scavenger Hunt, Chapter 12

"A toast!" Danny yelled from the middle of the room, standing up on his table to get everyone's attention. Lex and I had been hanging out with Beth, Taylor and Anita, Lex's girlfriend, on the far side of Twitty's, but he and I dutifully grabbed our beers and headed toward Danny along with the rest of the baseball players.

"To leading the league in strikeouts!" Danny called out, and everyone raised their glasses toward Lex, who'd done just that for the second season in a row.

"To leading the league in runs scored!" he called out again, and this time, everyone pointed their glasses at me.

"Shoulda led the league in stolen bases too... still can't believe you let that asshole from Asheville catch you the last day," Jamar yelled out from across the gaggle.

"Not my fault!" I replied. "Hard to steal bases when certain people keep parking the ball the next at-bat."

"Do I ever swing at the first pitch?" Chet joined in, standing a couple people to my right. "You get one pitch to move your ass. Then..." he just grinned and shrugged.

"Which leads into the next part," Danny yelled, getting the attention back on himself. "To leading the league in homers and RBI!"

We all tipped our glasses to Chet.

"To finishing these fucking final exams!" he called out, and this time more than just the baseball players cheered.

"And to going down to Georgia next weekend, pissing off some Bulldog fans, winning the regional, and shocking the world!" The whole bar cheered for that as well, and we all took a big drink. Danny finally climbed down from the table and the baseball players all hugged or bumped fists for a few minutes before scattering back to whatever we'd been doing before Danny got frisky and loud.

We made our way back over to our table, and I took my seat between Taylor and Beth. It had been a week and a day since the three of us had made up, and without exception, things had been going well. Jamie had continued to blow up my phone, but that had tapered off when exams started. I hadn't learned anything more about Veronica Adamson, and I still didn't know who'd been trying to mess with Laci and Lexi. But Beth had received no further texts, Laci and Lexi continued to be in the clear, and none of the other women seemed to be in trouble. So, I dealt with the great unknowns by ignoring them completely.

The only communication I'd received from anyone directly in the frat was a single text from Shawn, letting me know that the frat meeting where I was supposed to be inducted was Friday afternoon, which was two days from now. I sighed when I thought of that -- my dad would be attending, expecting to watch the ceremony. After what happened the last time I told him I was dropping out, I hadn't yet summoned the courage to tell him there was no point in him coming down. That would go over about as well David Ortiz being inducted into the Yankees Hall of Fame.

In my defense, though, I had been pretty damn busy. Beth, Taylor, and I had as much sex as humanly possible to make up for the couple days we'd gone without, and we'd spent every night together, usually at their apartment but occasionally in my bed at the house I shared with Jamar.

We'd finally started to "out" ourselves to some of our friends over the past week. We didn't go out of our way to explain the details of our relationship, but we didn't care who saw us being affectionate with each other. Sometimes it was the two girls holding hands or leaning on each other, and other times it was me kissing one of the girls, usually right before or after I'd copped a feel from the other one, or they'd made out with each other. We got a lot of raised eyebrows and inquisitive looks, but only a few people were brave enough to ask, and we simply explained that we were dating each other.

My teammates had asked many, many more questions. I'd turned an unassisted double play to end the first game of the conference tournament the previous weekend, and both women were there to congratulate me afterward with simultaneous kisses on the cheek. My phone had blown up at once, and although I ignored those messages, it was impossible to ignore the questions they peppered me with during warm-ups the next day. I never explicitly confirmed anything, but I didn't exactly deny it when I was asked if I was fucking both of them. And when someone mentioned that he'd heard they were already sleeping with each other, well... I wore a shit-eating grin that a Mike Tyson uppercut couldn't wipe away.

Once we captured the conference tournament, winning all four games with only one moderately close score, Chet and I met up in the stadium's parking lot. He still wanted an explanation, so I gave it to him. Even he'd had to admit that the idea of it was hot as hell, but he told me I should have realized that real people would be involved and likely get hurt in the process. He wasn't wrong, and all I could do was apologize to him again. I told him that if Lexi wanted a similar explanation, I'd happily give it to her. I'd seen her twice in class, and she was actually here tonight at the bar with Chet, but she hadn't asked yet.

We'd celebrated the conference tournament win for a little while in the clubhouse on Sunday afternoon, but everybody had final exams on Monday, so we couldn't really let loose. Most of the team -- most students on campus, actually -- had finished up today, so multiple celebrations were underway. I actually had one more exam to take in the morning. Sandy's Intramural final exam was originally scheduled for Tuesday afternoon, but she'd had a pregnancy checkup appointment with her doctor, so it got pushed to Thursday morning. I wasn't worried because most of the grade in her class came from presentations and the teaching modules. Her tests were pretty easy if you paid even a little attention in class.

"I still can't believe you managed to get yourself into... whatever this is," Lex said, motioning to Taylor and Beth. "You're a lucky mother fucker."

"Eh, neither of us have kids," Beth replied, making all of us damn near spit beer across the table.

Taylor leaned against my shoulder and made exaggerated googly eyes at me. "At least... not yet."

That I just laughed at, because we'd actually talked about this, in a very, very general sense, once or twice over the past week. Taylor had an outside shot at the USA Volleyball team and I had an even more outside shot of playing professional baseball after next season. Beth needed at least 3 more years of school before she could get her Master's in Accounting and become a CPA. We were all cautiously optimistic that our unorthodox grouping would last long-term, and we were all for making a solid commitment to each other when the time was right, but none of us wanted to bring offspring into the picture anytime soon.

I decided to move off that subject by putting Lex on the spot.

"It almost didn't happen, buddy," I said. "If I'd run into Taylor, say, sometime around Thanksgiving last year, I would have had to step aside in favor of my best friend."

"Oh, really, now?" Taylor and Anita said at the same time.

"Yeah, there was a time there where the best pro prospect on the baseball team had the hots for the best volleyball player on the east coast," I continued.

"I thought you already did," Beth said.

"Oh, I have more than just the hots for her," I replied, "but I ain't the best pro prospect on the team. I'm 25 years old -- there's dudes younger than me with 5 years in the major leagues already. I can definitely play professionally, but some of my athletically prime years are already past. This man over here is a lefty with a 98 mile-an-hour fastball and a curveball that's filthier than the trash can at a frat house. And he's just barely 21. I'll be a late-round draft pick, if I get drafted. He's going first round."

Beth nodded, and both girls grinned a little at my frat house joke. But Taylor wasn't ready to let it go. "So, you were interested in me last semester, huh? You should have taken your shot. I've never been with a black guy before."

"Maybe I should have," Lex said. He turned to his rather amused girlfriend and added, "I'm glad I didn't, though."

"It worked out better this way," Anita said. "I didn't meet him till this semester. He was single, but I would have been willing to steal him away if I had to. I'm not sure how that would have turned out, because I can see why he was interested."

"Girl, you're fuckin' beautiful," Taylor blurted out. "You could probably steal any man you want."

"Uh, excuse me?" I piped up. "I mean, yeah, Anita, you are fuckin' beautiful. No denying that." I looked back at Taylor. "But I am perfectly happy where I'm at."

Both girls leaned in for a kiss, and when they pulled back, Lex was gawking and Anita was giggling.

"Of course you are," he said. "Lucky mother fucker," he repeated, getting laughs from around the table.

We made small talk for a little while, but Taylor and Anita decided they wanted to dance. Anita pulled Lex onto the dance floor, and Taylor tried to do the same thing with Beth and myself, but we told her we wanted to hang back for a bit and that we'd join her in a little while.

"You know I can't get enough of you, right?" I muttered as soon as they were gone, burying my face in Beth's neck and moving my hand into her lap. She purred back appreciatively.

"I do know that," she answered. "But I so love it when you show me."

We made out for about two minutes, with our hands roaming extensively. My left ventured beneath her skirt and stroked her upper thighs while my right tangled itself in her blonde locks; both of hers went under my shirt, first over my abs and pecs before sliding around to stroke my back. I was just about to slide my fingers under her panties when we heard a noise behind us.

"Just bringin' y'all another round," the waitress said, a knowing smile on her face. She set down fresh drinks for everyone except Anita, who wasn't far enough into her... whatever she was drinking... to need another one yet. Beth blushed and looked down, but the waitress tsk'd her. "Oh, don't you worry. Y'all ain't even the craziest stuff I've seen the past 10 minutes."

"You're naughty!" Beth giggled once the waitress disappeared back into the crowd.

"Yeah, and you were way too busy enjoying it to tell me to stop," I fired back. I was going to keep teasing her when something caught my eye in the crowd. "Hey, who's that?"

I pointed to Taylor out on the dance floor. A couple of guys were dancing near her, but that wasn't what got my attention. Taylor was dancing with a relatively tall blonde girl -- a couple inches shorter than Taylor, but a lot taller than Beth -- wearing a white blouse and pinstriped leggings, and they were pressed so tightly together that you couldn't have slipped a credit card between them.

"No idea," Beth said. "I've never seen her before."

"Me either," I agreed. Then: "This is ok, right?"

"Oh, sure," Beth said. "We know who we're going home with. If she wants to dance with somebody else, no matter the gender, I don't care. If I let some girl -- or guy -- buy me a drink, she doesn't care. Neither of us are jealous people."

I grinned.

"Oh, really?" I asked, hoping that my tone was as tongue-in-cheek as I wanted it to be. "Not a jealous person, huh?"

"Hey, YOU went home with the other person!" Beth fired back, her slight chuckle letting me know she got the joke. "At least that's what I thought at the time, so I had every right."

"I know you did, Beth," I said, wrapping her in a big hug. "Anyway, have you ever brought any of the women home? Together, I mean? I know was the first guy, but..."

"You were the first, period," she said, pulling back from the embrace and relaxing again. "We'd talked about trying a third woman, but the situation was never perfect. And I guess, now, we'd need to see how you felt about it."

I considered that for a moment.

"I don't think I could share you -- either of you -- with another guy," I said. "That could change eventually, but right now, I'm not sure I'd be comfortable with that."

"I think Taylor and I are more than OK with that," Beth answered. "But what about another girl?"

"Well, I'm a red-blooded male," I started, and she laughed. "Whoever's in charge has already seen fit to bless me with the two most gorgeous women in the world. If that entity decided I should get to see another woman in bed with the first two... who am I to say no?"

Beth was in a full-blown belly laugh now.

"I mean, they've proven to be pretty damn good at matchmaking thus far, right?" I offered. "But in all seriousness, I would leave that decision to you and Taylor. Of course, I wouldn't want either of you deciding to leave our little trio for anyone else, of any gender. But if you two decided to share a little side action every once in a while, as long as you were both okay with it, I wouldn't get in the way."

"What about you sharing the side action with us?" she asked.

"I think we've all flown a little too close to that particular sun lately, haven't we?" I asked. "I almost blew it, and one of you was even there with me. I'm not saying I wouldn't be interested in doing something like that -- with both of you in the room, not just present but actively taking part -- sometime down the road. But I'm not even trying to fuck this up again."

Beth's only reply was to put her head on my shoulder and we watched the crowd in silence for a few minutes. Eventually her hand drifted toward my cock, and mine went back under her skirt. All of that activity was guarded from the rest of the bar by the table we were sitting behind, but Taylor had a knowing grin on her face when she finally approached us, alone.

"Am I interrupting something?" she asked innocently.

"Not anything that wouldn't be even better if you were involved," Beth said.

"Hold that thought," Taylor said. "Can I borrow her, just for a minute?"

I nodded and Taylor pulled Beth onto the dance floor. They made their way over to the mystery blonde, who'd been staring at us since Taylor had come back to the table. The three girls danced and talked for a minute, then giggled uncontrollably for a moment. Finally, Taylor left Beth with the other woman and came back to the table.

"Howdy, handsome," she drawled, exaggerating her natural southern accent as she ignored her chair and fresh drink, instead settling on my lap side saddle. My cock, which had been almost fully hard from Beth's teasing but had relaxed a bit since her departure, was rapidly coming back to life.

"What's that all about?" I asked. I motioned to the dance floor with my hand, but she quickly grabbed it and placed it over her left breast.

"I think there's something better that hand can be doing, don't you?" I didn't disagree, squeezing it almost immediately. "Mmmm. You know just how to handle me, don't you?"

"I'm learning more and more every day," I said. "Who's the new girl?"

"A friend I just made," she said. "Her name is Brenda. She's having a tough time right now, and came down to visit some friends. One of them is a CAU alum and knew where the party would be."

"Ah," I answered. "The party is always here, but I gotta say, I rather like the private party we're having right here at our table."

She grinded down on my cock in response. "Oooh, me too," she said. "I saw you and Beth getting handsy under the table. How close were you to making her cum before the waitress showed up?"

"I hadn't quite gotten into her panties yet, but it was a close thing," I answered. "So, maybe..."

"Two or three minutes, tops," Taylor said. "What kind of boyfriend are you, to leave your woman hanging like that?"

"Well, I think that waitress in particular might have been ok if I'd kept going," I said. "But you never really know, and it would have been quite the buzzkill if I got us tossed out of the bar."

"True," she said. "You wouldn't want to give me some of that attention now, would you?"

My hand was already on her knee, so I slid it up inside the leg of her shorts, not stopping until I reached her inner thigh. I could feel the heat radiating off her pussy, just inches away from my fingers.

"This is about as far as I got," I said, gently rubbing and kneading the sensitive area. "It wouldn't be fair if you got more than she did, would it?"

"Maybe not," she said, "but life isn't always fair, is it?" She slid herself forward until my knuckles grazed her panties, which were already quite damp.

"This can't all be for me," I said, using my other hand to tweak her nipple through her shirt. "I saw the way you were dancing with Brenda out there. A mosquito couldn't have flown between you. She got you a little worked up, huh?"

"Maybe a little," she replied, rocking her hips back and forth against my hand. "Remember, I also got to watch you and Beth."

Back on the dance floor, Beth had backed up against Brenda and was bouncing her ass against the taller girl's hips. The fact that Taylor had tagged out and let Beth spend a little time with their new friend made me think that something might be up with her, so I decided to go back to that.

"So, you said she's having a tough time, huh?" I asked. "What kind of tough time?"

"Served her husband with divorce papers this morning," she replied.

"Ooh, never good," I said. "Lemme guess. Cheating asshole?"

"Actually, she's not sure about that. At least, she has no proof. He's just very abusive. Screaming and yelling all the time, and has very specific ideas about a woman's place in the household."

"And let me guess; it involves being in the household, all the time, preferably without shoes and with child."

"Basically," she answered. "He hates that she's trying to better herself by getting an education. She's been taking classes online without his knowledge, and he froze her bank card when he found out. He's punched a couple holes in the walls of their apartment, too. So, she's getting out now while she can."

"Smart girl," I said. "And I'm guessing he also doesn't know that she swings both ways, either?"

"Actually, I don't know that she does," Taylor said. "I think she's just cutting loose and exploring things. I think... she could probably be convinced though."

"And let me guess," I continued. "You're just the girl for the job."

She leaned down and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on my lips. "Maybe." I moved my hand out from under her shorts, which drew a mild squeak of protest. But once I double-palmed her massive tits and squeezed hard, it turned into a semi-orgasmic moan.

"Don't be silly," I muttered. "You're just the girl for many jobs, Taylor." I snaked one hand under her shirt and pinched her nipple through her sports bra.

"Dry humping you at a back table at a bar, for instance?" she moaned, grinding back onto my cock, which was now raging hard.

"A great example of just one of the many, many things you're exceptional at, yes."

I gripped Taylor's hips, and I damn well might have tried to grind Taylor to an orgasm right there in the chair if Beth and Brenda hadn't chosen that exact moment to reappear.

"Oooh, looks like someone's having fun back there," Beth said.

"A couple of someones," I groaned out as Taylor smashed herself down on me again.

"I hate to break up the party," Beth said, leaving no doubt that she did not, in fact, hate to break up the party. "But I need to borrow her back again for a minute."

I held Taylor on my lap for a few more seconds, just to press my cock against her shorts for another moment, then let her up. Both she and Beth blew me a kiss as they walked away, while Brenda just stared at me for a few seconds before joining them.

They left me alone for about 5 minutes, during which time I killed my fresh beer and about half of Lex's. They danced together as a threesome, and while everyone on the dance floor tried, no one could crack through the invisible wall around them. Guys tried, girls tried, and a couple of large groups tried. My girls were never rude or mean, but they just smiled and turned back to each other, continuing a conversation that even I had no real idea about.

Finally, I got up and decided to join them. As I knew they would, they immediately opened the circle to let me in, and though I wasn't dumb enough to look anywhere but the three of them, I could feel the envious glares from the people surrounding us.

What the hell does he have that we don't?

Honestly, folks, no fuckin' idea. But whatever it is, they like it, so... suck it.

Actually... no. Let them suck it.

I'm not the world's greatest dancer, but I could hold my own. The girls were like poetry in motion, though, including Brenda. I couldn't believe there was a dumbass in the world that wanted to keep her under lock and key. She exuded grace and sexiness, and I knew Taylor and Beth were staring just as hard as I was.

Finally, some unspoken agreement was reached -- not with me, but among the other three -- and we left the dance floor. Taylor and Brenda headed toward the bathrooms, while Beth and I went back to the table.

"Let me guess," I grinned. "We're not dropping her off with her friends?"

"Well, we are her friends now. And we're not dropping her off at their place, because it's our place, too. And we," she said, running her hands up and down my chest as she beamed at me, "are going to have a great fucking night. You think you might be up for that, Travis?"

She slid her hand down to my crotch and she gasped when she found the steel bar I had in my pants.

"I think you are," she mewled. I forced one hand under the waistline of her skirt and over her panties, which were positively wet now.

"I think you are, too," I replied. "And I fuckin' love it."

We kept our hands where they were and made out for a hot minute before Beth pulled away.

"Changed my mind," she said. "I need to use the bathroom after all. Just meet us by the door."

I watched her shapely ass sway until she disappeared into the throng of people. I dropped two $50s on the table to make sure our part was covered, then headed toward the front. Before I got there, I saw a face I was OK never seeing again and certainly one I didn't want to see tonight, or any time soon:

Shawn Lindstrom.

His face was far from his usual cool, casual, borderline cocky expression, the one he wore every time I tried to talk to him about the frat shit, the one that made me want to punch him in the mouth. His jaw was on the ground and he was staring at me wide-eyed. I had no idea why, and really, I didn't give a fuck.

I started to walk past him, but he moved into my path.

"Travis, we need to talk."

"Not now, we don't," came my icy reply. "And not for a long time."

I saw the girls spill out of the hallway near the bathroom, with Taylor and Beth both looking for me. I waved, and they made their way toward me.

"As you can see," I said, motioning toward the trio of women, "I have better things to do than talk about this dumbass fraternity." And then, because I'd had about 8 beers and wanted to get in one last dig: "I'm sure Jamie's free, and if she's not, I'm sure Tyson would let you hop on the train."

His face flushed, but I could tell he was stone cold sober and he refused to take the bait. The girls brushed past me, and Taylor hooked her arm in mine, clearly expecting me to follow. I was about to do just that, but Shawn grabbed my other arm.

"Travis, please," he said. "I really, really need to talk to you. With all 3 of you. I think I know--"

"You don't know shit, Shawn," I replied. "If you did, you wouldn't be holding my arm right now."

Beth and Brenda had already gone outside, but Taylor had stopped when I did. She was too far away to hear us over the noise of the bar, but she was watching us curiously.

Shawn held my arm for about five more seconds before letting it go. His expression told me he wasn't scared or intimidated, but he knew this wasn't the time or place for whatever confrontation he wanted or needed to have. He smirked as I let Taylor pull me away.

"I'm not letting this go," he promised.

"I am," I answered. "If you wanna hold onto it for both of us, be my guest."

We made it out into the warm, humid night. None of us were sloppy drunk, but we'd all had enough that we figured we shouldn't drive. So we poured into a cab, gave him Taylor and Beth's address, and off we went.

"Who was that?" Taylor asked.

"Shawn," I said. "The frat VP."

That got Beth's attention. "What did he want?"

"To talk, I guess," I said. "I didn't let him. I wasn't lying to you the other day Beth; all that shit is over."

"I know," she said with a smile. "I just dunno why he won't leave it alone."

I shrugged, immediately clearing the entire interaction from my mind. I sat in the passenger seat of the cab, with all three women in the backseat. Beth reached up and grabbed my hand, and I held hers in silence as the other two spoke quietly. I really didn't know what the deal was, just that there was probably some sort of plan that I wasn't yet privy to. It was a comfortable silence, just me, my two girlfriends, and someone they'd decided to bring home for the night.

Even the cab driver managed to maintain his silence, despite Brenda's quiet announcement from the corner.

"I've never done this with a woman," she said.

"No time like the present," Taylor mewled back, and I turned around just in time to see them lock lips. Beth was looking as well, and I wouldn't have blamed the driver if he was trying to get a view from the rear-view mirror.

Taylor was clearly the aggressor, as her hands roamed all over Brenda's thighs and torso, carefully avoiding any parts that might embarrass her in public. But Brenda wasn't just sitting there taking it, either -- she noisily kissed back, and she let out a surprised moan every minute or so. Her hands were clasped behind Taylor's neck, as if she was going anywhere.

Eventually, we made it to the apartment. Taylor and Brenda rushed into the building while Beth waited for me on the sidewalk.

"$13.70, sir," the driver said through his open window. He was a black man in maybe his early-40s, and he looked like he'd probably seen much more provocative stuff driving his cab around.

I palmed two $20s and shook his hand.

"Thanks for the ride, and thanks for your discretion," I said. "Gonna be a night of firsts, I think, but you coulda ended all that. Much appreciated."

"Yes sir," he said with a grin as he opened his hand and saw the tip. "Sometimes driving a cab is about keeping the passengers entertained. And sometimes, it's about shutting the fuck up and letting them entertain themselves."

"I'm glad you knew which was which," I said. "Have a good night."

Beth and I held hands as we walked up the pathway to the building. I wanted nothing more than to throw her down and take her right there on the concrete, but the thrill of just physically connecting with her, even in the most simple of ways, was enough that I wanted to savor it.

Once we got inside the building, though, all bets were off. We'd almost made it into their apartment when I pushed her up against the wall, pulled her top and bra up and attacked her plump tits with my mouth.

"Fuck," she hissed, curling her fingers in my hair as I sucked and bit one nipple, then the other. "I've never met someone who was as much of a boob man as you are."

"Not just your boobs," I muttered between licks. "I'm a you man. Your tits were just the easiest to get to first."

She moaned out again as one of my hands dipped under her skirt and rubbed her sopping pussy through her panties.

"You know we're still in the hall, right?" I shrugged and grunted. "The very public hallway of my apartment building, where anyone could walk by at any time."

"I fail to the see the problem," I said.

"If we go into the apartment, you'll probably get to see your other girlfriend having sex with another hot girl," Beth tried.

"Tempting, but..." I sucked the closest nipple into my mouth and savored the long, sultry moan she gave me in response.

"Also," she whispered, pushing me back until I was forced to let her nipple go, then leaning down close to my ear. "I'll suck your big, fat cock, and then I'll bend over the couch so you can fuck me until you cum inside me."

That got my attention, and my already swollen cock pushed even harder against my shorts, earning me a smirk from Beth.

I briefly flashed back to the previous Wednesday, the morning after we'd reconciled. We'd ventured to the on-campus clinic and all three of us had gotten tested, so we knew we were clean. Beth's & Taylor's cycles had long since synced thanks to birth control, so with both STD and pregnancy concerns handled, we were good to go. Instead of immediately locking ourselves in the bedroom, though, we decided to wait a few days, to tease ourselves a little bit. We chose Sunday night -- it was only four days, and it would be a good way to blow off steam prior to the finals week madness.

It had indeed been a pretty special moment. After a brief debate about who got to go first, we let fate pick. They made out with each other, with Beth on top, and I switched back and forth every few strokes. When it was finally time to cum, I'd fire off in whoever I happened to be inside at the time.

Doggystyle had long been my favorite position, so it turned out to be Beth. My powerful orgasm triggered a massive one for her, too, but as soon as she was through, she scrambled off of Taylor and sucked my cock into her mouth. She was determined to get me hard again as quickly as possible so I could give Taylor a load as well, and between her oral attention and watching Taylor frantically shove three fingers inside her own pussy, it didn't take long. I mounted Taylor, fully expecting it to take a lot longer to cum a second time. After about 10 minutes, though, she wrapped her long, powerful legs around my waist and drew me in hard against her, and I was a goner. Taylor came so hard when she felt me cumming inside her that she actually passed out for a few seconds.

Since that night, I hadn't cum any other way. They couldn't get enough of me firing off inside them, and finishing that way was one of my favorite feelings... well, ever. And both girls had learned that teasing me with it was a quick way to get just about anything they wanted. So yeah... I easily pushed Beth through the cracked door and she laughed as I kicked it closed.

"Happy now?" I asked. I pulled her shirt and bra off the rest of the way, but before I could work on her skirt, she pushed me up against the door.

"I seem to always be happy lately," she purred. She slipped her hands under my shirt and ran them over my abs and up over my chest muscles. When she reached my shoulders, I lifted my arms so she could push the shirt up over my head. She dropped to her knees then, and rubbed her cheek against my cock as she worked on the zipper of my cargo shorts. She pulled my shorts down to my ankles, but before she could get my boxers down, my cock rage-forced its way through the hole in front.

"Holy fuck!" came a surprised gasp from across the room. With my attention fully trained on Beth, I'd forgotten there were two other people already in the apartment, and now they were both looking at us. Taylor's smile was wide and her eyes were dancing. There was no awe in her expression, though, because she'd seen my cock a couple dozen times by now. No, the awe was all reserved for Brenda.

She was sprawled out on the couch and had somehow misplaced her shirt and bra -- if she'd been wearing one. Her tits were pretty impressive, but they were also glistening in the light from the ceiling fan, as Taylor had apparently been giving them the same treatment I'd been giving Beth's in the hallway.

Her body wasn't what drew my attention, though -- she was staring at me, and her jaw was almost on the ground.

"He has a pretty nice cock, huh?" Taylor asked. Beth chuckled a little as she worked my boxers around the protrusion and pushed them to my ankles.

"He has a pretty nice everything," Brenda half-moaned. Indeed, her eyes were roaming all over my body, though I did notice that they returned to my cock every few seconds.

"That he does," Beth said, before taking my cock between her lips as deep as she could, which only left maybe an inch or two unsheathed. I groaned, closed my eyes and threw my head back against the door as the pleasure rolled over me. But I'd learned pretty early on that watching both of the girls' facial expressions while giving me head was almost as great as the act itself. They both enjoyed giving me pleasure so much that you could see their own pleasure all over their faces, and it was just another thing about them I couldn't get enough of.

So, I snapped my eyes open as soon as the sensations let me, but before I could get to watching Beth's face, I looked over at the other two. Taylor had moved down Brenda's torso and was nibbling on her lower stomach, and I knew it wouldn't be long before Brenda's shorts would join her shirt in the discard pile and she'd get her first taste of oral sex from a woman. Like I'd told Taylor at the bar... she was the perfect candidate to be any woman's first.

But Brenda wasn't looking at Taylor. Her eyes were on me, and the wanton look of pure lust and longing I saw was my first clue that this might not be going where I thought it was.

That was later me's problem, though -- right now me's problem was not firing off in Beth's mouth and drowning the poor girl before we could get to the stuff she'd promised me in the hallway. I let her keep at it for a couple more minutes, but then Taylor pulled Brenda's shorts and panties off and spread her legs open wide. The look on Brenda's face when Taylor started licking her pussy pushed me right up to the edge, and I had to push Beth off me quickly.

"What?" she asked. I just pointed at the couch, and Beth let out an involuntary moan at the sight. I nudged her toward the dining room table -- also read: the nearest flat surface -- and pulled her skirt up.

"Yeah, I'm gonna need you to fuck me right now," she continued, looking over her shoulder at me as she bent over the table. "Like, right fucking--"

I pulled her thong to the side and slid into her in one hard, quick stroke.

"NOW!!" Beth cried out, and I'm not entirely sure she didn't have a mini-orgasm just from the penetration, combined with the scene laid out before us. It had been a whole 24 hours since I'd spent any "quality" time with my ladies, which doesn't seem like much, but when you consider that we'd been at it like a colony of bunny rabbits since we made up, it felt like an eternity. So, I had little interest in foreplay or buildup. I gripped Beth's hips and did my best to use her lean, athletic body to break the table in half as I pounded her into it. Her constant moans and insistent thrusting back into me told me that not only was she good with that, but that she was about ready to explode.

As wound up as we were, we couldn't keep up with Brenda. We had a perfect angle to watch Taylor play our new friend's body like a violin, and to see Brenda's reaction. Besides giving her pussy expert oral attention, Taylor occasionally slipped a finger or two inside her, or sometimes her hand would wander up and squeeze one of her ample tits. Once or twice, Taylor moved her mouth away completely, instead nibbling on her inner thigh or kissing behind her knee.

It all built into what was going to be one hell of an explosion, and it didn't take long. They hadn't been on the couch five minutes when Brenda's whole body started vibrating.

"Hooo... leeee... FUUUCCCCKKKK!" she shouted, beginning at yell-across-the-room volume and ending at yell-across-the-ocean. She sat up as straight as she could and gripped the back of Taylor's head, but couldn't hold it long before she collapsed back onto the cushions. Taylor never backed off on her, either, reaching up to pinch both nipples while continuing her oral attack. Brenda cried out just as loud a second time, and by the third time, Beth and I were goners.

"Oh my God, that is SO FUCKING HOT!!" Beth shouted out, pounding her fists against the wooden tabletop. "I'm gonna come for you so fuckin' hard, Travis, and then we're gonna..." she trailed off as she began to do just that, screaming into her forearm as her pussy flooded me.

"No, YOU are so fucking hot," I responded, upping my pace for my final few strokes. I smacked her delectable ass one last time then slammed forward and fired off shot after shot, deep into her pussy.

"Is he cumming inside you?" Taylor called out from across the room. She could see that we were desecrating the dining-room table, but she couldn't see exactly what we were doing.

"Mmhmm," was Beth's high-pitched humming reply.

"So fucking tight and amazing," I moaned, leaning down onto her back and kissing all over her shoulders and neck. Strands of her curly blonde hair were plastered into place, and I fucking loved it. She turned her head and I kissed her lips before standing up and withdrawing.

A weird mixture of sigh, moan, and laugh came from the couch, and I knew it couldn't be Taylor, because she'd buried her face back in between Brenda's legs.

"How's it going over there, Brenda?" I called out.

She flashed a brief thumbs-up before letting her arm fall to the couch. "I'm good," she panted. "Not sure... I'll be able... to move again... ever... but that's... really, that's ok."

Beth giggled. "You get used to that after a while."

"Taylor's very, very skilled with her tongue," I agreed.

"And lips... fingers..." Brenda trailed off.

"And those legs," I added in.

"Her ass is to die for," Beth echoed.

"And those amazing tits," I piled on.

"And don't even get me started on that pussy," Beth said.

"One of the best I've ever tasted," I grinned.

Taylor said something, but it got lost in Brenda's pussy.

"What's that?" I asked.

"I said," she called out, lifting her head slightly, "you're making me blush."

Beth and I both laughed.

"You? Blushing?" I asked. "You've never been embarrassed since I met you. I gotta see this. Get over here."

Taylor stood up, and Brenda whined in protest, but Beth stood up, too, giving me a deep kiss before turning to her fellow blonde.

"Don't worry, it's my turn now," Beth said. "And I think you'll find that Taylor taught me pretty well."

"Well, I was kind of hoping to be the one giving this time," Brenda said, more hesitantly than I would have expected. Beth saw it too, but she just amped up her smile.

"Oh, poor, poor me; that sounds horrible," she said as she slid next to Brenda on the couch, making sure we all knew that it did not, in fact, sound horrible at all. "Honey, this is a safe space here. You can do anything you want, within reason, and there will be no judgment. From any of us. Though, I probably should clean myself up a little first..."

I missed the rest of their conversation because I met Taylor halfway. I wrapped her in a tight embrace and forced my tongue about as far into her mouth as I could.

"Whew," she sighed after we let go. "What was that for?"

"I just can't fucking get enough of you," I growled, gently nipping at her neck. "Your body is just... fucking epic. And watching you pleasure that woman just now... it amazes me every time I see it."

"Mmm," she mewled as I squeezed her breasts, firm like I knew she liked it most of the time. "Well, thank you. You're pretty spectacular yourself," she added. She grabbed for my cock, but I swatted her hand away gently.

"In a little bit." I laid down on the floor and tugged her down to her knees. "You just spent like 20 minutes eating pussy. It's about time someone ate yours."

"Oooh," she grinned, throwing one leg over my chest and sliding up until her snatch was just below my chin. "I like the way you think."

"Ride my face, baby," I said. "Grind against me. I want your juices all over my face, in my beard, in my hair... I don't care. Just give it to me."

She didn't bother with a reply; she simply did as she was told. For the next 10 minutes, my entire world consisted of Taylor's sculpted thighs, her spectacular pussy, and the delicious nectar that flowed generously from it. She did a fair amount of riding, grinding and using, but there were a few moments where she just held still and let my tongue and lips do the work. I held twin handfuls of her glorious asscheeks, spanking them every so often as I sucked on her clit or wedged my tongue as deeply into her pussy as it would go.

Pretty soon, Taylor rewarded me by crying out my name and flooding my face, grabbing my hair and holding me in place as she grinded out an orgasm on my mouth, nose and chin.

"Holy fuck, I needed that," Taylor moaned, sliding back down my body until she was lying on top of me.

"Me too," I answered. She licked her juices off my face and occasionally stopped to kiss me, letting me taste her again.

"You did?" she grinned. "You needed me to cum?"

"I need to see you cumming for me, yes," I said. "Once a day minimum, but preferably two or three times."

She gave me a look that could have melted steel. Then she reached between us and grabbed my cock.

"That wouldn't leave you a whole lot of time in the day to keep Beth satisfied, now would it?"

"We make time for the things that are important," I said.

"Mmm, speaking of important," she trailed off, squeezing my cock again. I slid out from under her and sat down in the recliner. I patted my thighs, and Taylor wasted no time, working my cock all the way inside her as she knelt over my lap.

We groaned in unison.

"Fuck, you fill me up so damn good," Taylor moaned. Her tits bounced in my face, and I couldn't resist reaching up and squeezing the perfect, gigantic globes.

A surprised grunt sounded from the couch next to us, momentarily stealing away our attention.

"You're a naughty girl, aren't you?" Beth asked. She was kneeling over Brenda's face, but the glossy wetness on her face said that she'd just been lying on top of her in a 69. "This little tramp just licked my ass!"

Taylor and I both laughed. "You like it when we do it," I replied.

"I know that," Beth giggled. "But how did she know it?"

"Guess she's a fast learner," Taylor answered.

Beth laid back down and buried her face in Brenda's pussy, and much like the earlier show, Taylor and I took a moment to enjoy the performance they put on for us.

"So, for the first time including a third girl, this all seems to be going pretty damn well, yeah?" I asked.

"It does," Taylor agreed, but then a pensive look crawled onto her face. "I should have asked this a long time ago, but how do you feel about all this?"

I laughed out loud. "Beth and I talked about this, back when you and Brenda were dirty dancing at the bar. As long as you both are good with it, that's all that matters."

"It's not though," she said, turning her attention fully back to me and giving me a soul-searing kiss as she picked up the pace on my lap. "Get it through your head, Travis -- this is a thing now. We are a thing now. There's no me and Beth anymore, just like there's no you and Beth, or you and me. There's the three of us, and all of us have to be okay with things for anything to happen."

I smiled. Of course, I knew that was the way things were now, but it was still great to hear it out loud.

"Let me put it this way," I said. "I have two women in my life, and I'm already sharing them with another woman -- each other. I trust that neither of you will do anything that might hurt us long-term, so adding a third woman to the mix... it's kinda like adding even more icing to a cake I've already agreed to eat. It doesn't really change things for me."

I paused a moment to bury my face between Taylor's ample tits.

"But you and Beth, you've never shared yourselves with another woman. So, you are the two most likely to be upset by it. Clearly, you're not. So, if you two are okay with it, I am, too."

"Mmm," she said, leaning down to give me another amazing kiss. "Good."

She kept bouncing on my lap and I ran my hands up and down her back, feeling the sweat as it trickled down her well-defined muscles. I could tell she was getting close, and though I was getting there myself, I wasn't in any imminent danger. I moved one hand between us and brushed my fingers over her clit.

"Fuck!" she cried out. "Fuck, fuck, Travis... FUCK ME! FUCK!"

Her own hand flew between her legs, replacing mine on her clit, so I gripped her hips and slammed her up and down on my cock, even more forcefully than she'd been doing. Her upper body collapsed onto mine, and I felt her scream into my neck as her body wracked and spasmed in an orgasm that was much, much more intense than the one I'd given her a few minutes ago.

"Fuck, I never get tired of seeing that," Beth moaned from a few feet away. Then her tone went up an octave. "Oooh, yeah, just like that, baby. Keep licking right there."

The first two sentences were clear enough, but the last was a little muffled. With Taylor leaned down like she was, I had a clear view of the couch and saw that Beth had leaned back down to continue her 69 with Brenda. I could hear the newcomer's moans mixed in with Beth's, and I figured neither girl was far from another orgasm.

"They look pretty good together, don't they?" Taylor asked, noticing where my attention was.

"They do," I agreed. "Though, Beth and a garden gnome would look pretty fucking hot together."

Taylor giggled. "That's true. Still, Brenda's a little bit hotter than a garden gnome, right?"

"Oh, for sure," I said. "She's a smoke show with a complete and total moron of a soon-to-be ex-husband." I pulled her down lower, both to whisper in and nibble on her ear. "But she's nothing compared to you and Beth. Either one of you by yourselves is a walking wet dream. But to get both of you, every day?" I just shrugged, as if to say, "Not sure how I got this lucky, but fuck if I'm giving it back." Which was the truth.

Taylor gazed at me with molten lava in her eyes. Just about that time, she seemed to realize that while she'd came, I hadn't yet, and there was still a hard cock buried inside her still-dripping pussy. She slowly started to grind on it while leaning down to do some ear-nibbling of her own.

"We're both glad you feel that way," she said. "But still, isn't 3-for-3 better than 2-for-2? You can't tell me you don't want to complete the set."

"Beth and I -- fuck," I called out as she did some rapid-fire Kegels around my cock. "We talked about this at the bar. A hot girl is a hot girl, and I'm sure we'll do that eventually. But we just managed to get our little trio rolling and I'm not going to do anything to fuck that up."

"Why would it fuck things up?" she asked.

"Taylor, you were right there a couple weeks ago with Christi, and that almost ruined everything." Despite my rising voice, she was keeping up a steady pace on my cock and I could feel myself getting closer.

"That was different, and you know it," she said. "This time we'd both be going in eyes wide open. And really, like you said before.. we're already sharing you with each other, so what's one more girl, especially if we all find that girl insanely hot and we get to play, too?"

God, she felt so good, sliding up and down my pole like it was the most natural thing in the world. I ran my hands up and down her thighs and across her stomach, relishing the feel of her soft but taut skin.

"I don't know, Taylor," I said. "When I told Beth I didn't think I was ready for that at the bar, she didn't exactly try to convince me otherwise."

"That was before," Beth said, sneaking up behind Taylor. With our conversation, I hadn't noticed that she and Brenda had finished up and were now on either side of the recliner. "That was before we met Brenda."

"She really neeeeeeds it, Travis," Taylor moaned, making me wonder if she was going to get herself off while trying to get me there.

"She does," Beth agreed with a nod. "She's divorcing a real piece of work. Besides all the shit Taylor told you, he was a lights off, missionary-only, pump-and-dump asshole."

"Wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, huh?" I managed with a groan. Now that Beth had taken over trying to convince me, Taylor was focusing on fucking me into the chair.

"Minus the 'thank you,' but yeah." That was Brenda, and it was the first time she'd said anything directly to me other than answering me from across the room a while ago.

"I dunno, Beth," I said. "We talked about this."

"We did," she nodded, "but you have nothing to worry about. Like Taylor said.. we're both here this time, and we want it, too."

"We?" I asked. "I'm gonna need to hear that from someone besides you and Taylor."

Brenda looked at the floor for a moment, but Beth gave her a gentle nudge on the shoulder. She met my eyes and nodded. "I want it too, Travis. I'll be honest -- I went out with my friends looking for a rebound and you were the first guy I noticed at the bar, even before your baseball buddies gathered up. But you had three beautiful women and another guy sitting with you. I didn't want to intrude, and I didn't think I stood much of a chance against any of them, anyway."

"Shut up," Taylor managed. She was maybe a minute away now, but she was able to smack Brenda weakly on her elbow.

"But then I met her," Brenda replied, tweaking Taylor's nipple in return. "And she caught me checking you out, and... it just kinda went from there. I just need... I need to be with a man who knows what he's doing. Who doesn't think sex is just for making babies. Who actually cares if I'm enjoying myself."

I smiled and nodded, not really agreeing to do it, but trying to convey that I understood.

"And now that I've seen you naked... your body is damn near perfect, and that cock..."

She looked down to where the aforementioned cock was rapidly pistoning in and out of Taylor. Speaking of Taylor...

"Stop talking!" she cried out, and immediately grabbed Beth's and Brenda's heads and pulled them down to her tits. I took that as my cue to start fucking her back, and within seconds, she was once again cumming all over my cock.

This time, though, I was pretty damn close to joining her, and as soon as Taylor opened her eyes, she recognized it. She let the girls' heads go and started talking.

"C'mon Travis, you know you want to," she said. "You want to fuck our new friend so bad, don't you? You can't wait to make her cum all over your cock, like you do to us every night. You're gonna ruin her for other men, you know that right?"

I just grunted. Beth's hand went between my legs and gently fondled my balls, while Brenda kept playing with Taylor's nipple.

"And you know what? We can daisy chain it," she continued. "Beth can eat my pussy, while Brenda eats hers, and you can stand behind Brenda and fuck her hard while watching all of us cum for you..."

Yeah, that was about it. On Taylor's next stroke down, I grabbed her by the hips and held her there, burying my face in her tits as I fired shot after shot up into her pussy. I lifted her up once more and let her drop, groaning as the rest of my cum spurted out with the extra stroke.

"Jesus, Taylor, your fucking body is built for sex." That could have been me, but it was actually Brenda.

"It is pretty damn perfect," Beth echoed.

"Hey, yours is just as fucking amazing," I said, grabbing Beth and pulling her between Taylor and I for a hot kiss. Brenda and Taylor both agreed.

"All right," Taylor said, standing up and letting my softening rod pop free. "Are we doing this?"

Three sets of eyes looked at me. I looked at Taylor first and got a smile, then I looked at Beth and was met with an encouraging nod. Brenda was last, and she blushed as she looked away briefly, but after a second she met my eyes and licked her lips.

That just left me. "Well, I need to clean up first."

"Dibs!" Beth shouted, playfully shoving Taylor out of the way as she got to her knees and gobbled up my half-hard cock. It was still a bit sensitive, but Beth knew what she was doing, carefully avoiding the head and licking and bobbing all over my shaft. The girls loved the others' taste, and they especially loved licking each other's juices off my dick.

"There! All clean!" she exclaimed, bouncing up with a high-beam smile on her face. I wasn't quite all the way back to hard yet, but she'd made a ton of progress.

"I still need to wash up a little," I said. "And I need to find a condom."

I hoped there would be no argument, and there wasn't. I was fine with cumming in my girlfriends, but for all I know Brenda could have fucked her soon-to-be ex yesterday. It seemed unlikely, but I was gonna be cautious.

"I have some in my nightstand," Taylor said. "They'll be on the dresser in the bedroom. We'll be waiting."

Taylor pulled Beth down the hall, and I could tell Brenda was torn on whether to go with them or stay with me.

"I won't be long," I promised. "Go with them -- every minute you're not watching them, you're missing some pretty impressive shit."

She smiled. "Don't keep me waiting," she said, looking back over her shoulder as she made towards the hallway. "I really, really do want to fuck you."

I just grinned and watched her go. Part of me wanted to sit in the recliner and wonder about what I'd done right to deserve this much amazingness in my life. The bigger part of me wanted to go enjoy it, and that part won out.

I used the bathroom, cleaning my cock until I was sure any trace of Taylor that Beth had missed was gone, and washing my face to clear Taylor off my beard and my chin. Not that I minded her taste or her smell, but Brenda seemed to be really looking forward to this, and I didn't want her to smell another woman on me, even if she had been up close and personal with that woman a few minutes ago.

When I got to the bedroom, Taylor and Beth were indeed putting on a show. Taylor was splayed out on her back, with Beth on her knees in front of her going to town. Taylor had been very eager to eat my cum out of Beth ever since we'd started, but to my knowledge, this was the first time Beth had done it to Taylor. I could have stood there and watched that all night.

Except -- Brenda was pretty entranced by it, too. Sure, she'd been with both women tonight, but given her history, it was probably her first time actually watching two other women go at each other, and Beth and Taylor were about as hot as it gets.

I watched her stare at them, her whole upper body flushed as her ample breasts rose and fell with her quick breathing. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass and she had one hand between her legs. Her blonde hair was a mess by now, and her makeup had mostly worn off, but she was still pretty damn beautiful.

"They're pretty spectacular, aren't they?" I asked as I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. She gasped a little in surprise, but quickly relaxed into my embrace, letting her head lean back onto my shoulder.

"They are," she agreed. "You're pretty damn lucky to get to see this all the time."

"Trust me, I know," I said with a smile.

"They're pretty lucky too, ya know," she continued.

I wanted to argue with her, but there was no point.

"Thank you," I said, kissing across her shoulder and down her arm. "I feel pretty lucky right now."

"Really?" she asked, turning toward me and brushing her tits across my chest in the process. "You didn't seem like you were that interested."

"I wasn't, but that had nothing to do with you," I said. "There was a little bit of a hiccup between the three of us a couple weeks ago. We just got everything settled back down, so I wasn't sure the time was right to do something like this just yet. But we're learning that none of us are particularly monogamous, and they want this, and you want this. And I'm sorry if I made you feel otherwise, but you're an incredibly sexy woman, and I do want you."

She responded by kissing me and forcing her tongue into my mouth. I ran my hands up her sides, avoiding her breasts and jumping to her shoulders before circling my arms around her neck.

"Do you want to go somewhere private?" I asked her.

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable in the same room with them?"

"Probably," I agreed. "But this isn't about me right now. It's about you, and I want to give you exactly what you want."

Her smile stretched the length of the room. "I'm okay in here," she said, and that's all I needed to hear. I kissed her deeply and brought my hands down to cup her tits, kneading the twin handfuls and squeezing her nipples. She squealed a little in my mouth, but she reached down and grasped my quickly thickening cock while her other hand moved around to squeeze my ass.

Her pussy was dripping wet when my hand dipped between her legs and I didn't see the need for any more build-up. I nudged Brenda toward the bed.

"We're gonna need you guys to make some room," I said with a laugh. They scooted to the far left of the bed, and I grabbed one of the condoms off the dresser.

"You're not gonna show off your oral skills first?" Taylor asked.

"I'll get to that later," I said. "But whatever Beth did to this poor girl, she left her leaking like a busted water pipe. She needs to get laid with a quickness." Brenda nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah, right. I'm sure it was all my fault," Beth chuckled as she looked up from between Taylor's legs, pointing at my cock as I rolled the latex on over it. "I'm sure she has nothing else to drool over."

"True," I motioned at the bed. "Seeing Taylor sprawled out like that with her tits heaving up and down and those long legs wrapped around your back would make a blind nun wet."

Everyone laughed at that, but Beth quickly returned to her punch bowl and Taylor's eyes rolled back in her head for a moment before meeting mine again.

"That's very true," she agreed. "But then so would looking at that nice, hard cock, waving around lewdly in front of you, or feeling up your chest and abs. Hell, if I didn't think Brenda would fight me, I'd call you over here right now and do just that."

Brenda giggled as she sat down on the bed.

"How do you want to do it?" I asked her.

"I was thinking I'd lay back and let you have your way with me," she teased.

"Oh, I can have my way with you in any position," I teased back. "We can do anything you want, Brenda -- you on top, we can spoon, or doggystyle. I know you said your ex was strictly plain, boring missionary. We don't have to do that."

"Well, I do kinda want to do that chain thing Taylor was teasing you with before," Brenda said. She scooted toward the headboard, laid back and spread her legs a little. "But I doubt anything with you is plain or boring, and I'd kinda like to erase any memories of my fucking husband. So why don't you come show me what missionary is supposed to be like, huh?"

I kinda liked this teasing, talkative version of Brenda. At first, it seemed almost like she was intimidated by me, but she was relaxed now, and damn if I didn't want to plow her like an empty field.

I crawled up the bed, pausing between her legs to take a couple of licks. I spent a few moments on her tits too -- not quite as large as Taylor's, but a little larger than Beth's -- and she squeaked a little when I bit her nipple gently.

But then, it was go-time. I spread her legs as wide as Beth and Taylor would let me.

"Guide me in, honey," I said, and I felt her grip the base of my cock and line it up. "I'll take as long as you need. I'm guessing it's gonna be a bit of a stretch."

She just nodded and I slowly sank my cock into her furnace-hot pussy. It took a couple minutes to get all the way in, and I never broke eye contact with her except when I leaned down to kiss her. Once I settled all the way in, though, I closed my eyes to relish the sensations, and I opened them to see Taylor smiling brightly at me. She was also holding Brenda's right hand.

"How's that feel?" I asked Brenda, wiggling around and grinding a little bit.

"So, so big," she stammered. "So full."

"You'll get used to it," Taylor said softly.

"Oh, I know," Brenda said. "It feels fucking awesome. Just hitting spots I didn't know I had."

"Well, you feel fucking amazing," I said, leaning in close and growling a little. "Your pussy is so tight, but you're so, so wet, Brenda... your needy little pussy sucked me right in."

She moaned a little at my dirty talk, and I pulled out maybe two inches before thrusting back in. I slowly worked my way in and out, enjoying her moans and coos at every stroke.

After a few minutes, she lifted her legs up and wrapped them around my waist and I took that as my cue to fuck her harder, so I did. She gasped at the new angle and speed, but this time, she never really settled down and got used to it. Her breathing got faster and faster, and she started pounding the bed with her free hand.

"Oh. My God. Fuck!" she cried out, each word punctuated with her fist on the bed and her heels against my lower back. "So. Fucking. Deep."

"So good, Brenda," I murmured back. Between the desensitizing condom and the fact that I'd cum twice in the past hour, I was nowhere near another orgasm, but I could tell she was getting close. "Your body is so amazing, and I'm so happy you're letting me enjoy it. You're a beautiful woman and this is exactly what you deserve."

"Oh, fuck, Travis," she mewled. "I've... I've just... just never..."

"Well, you're about to," I said. Taylor's breathing was ragged, too, and I could tell she was getting close to cumming from Beth's attentions, but she pulled her hand away from Brenda's grip and instead slid it down her body. The moment her fingertips made contact with Brenda's pussy, I shifted into fifth gear, rapidly pounding my hips into her. I could feel my balls slapping against her ass.

Brenda gripped Taylor's forearm with both hands and started babbling.

"Oh fuck, ohmigod, I--" and then it turned into a high-pitched hum as her whole body tightened up in an orgasm. Brenda's legs tightened considerably, but I was still able to thrust in and out of her, doing my best to keep her riding the wave until it finally ran out of steam. I could hear Taylor thrashing in her own orgasm right next to us.

"Good girl," I said when her eyes opened. "I really wanted you to cum for me."

"Oh, God," she lazily moaned. "I... that's the first time a man has even given me an orgasm."

"We're not close to being done," I replied. "You know that, right?"

"You... you didn't cum?"

I laughed. "No, Brenda. I'm still rock-hard." I flexed inside her and her eyes widened a little.

"Wow," she said. "Yeah, that's definitely not something my fucking husband ever did."

"Well, I'm not trying to defend anybody, but had he ever fucked two other beautiful women before he got to you?" I asked. "Because that's a big reason you didn't take you with me just now."

"Oh, please," she said. "Kyle would have cum in his pants if Beth or Taylor even looked at him like they might be interested." That got a giggle from the other two girls. "And then he probably would have collapsed where he stood and gone to sleep."

Even I chuckled at that one. She needed this, this cathartic release, and really, the guy sounded like a pretty big asshat anyway.

"Enough about him," I said after we'd all had a good laugh. "One's not good enough. Let's go for two."

Before she could respond, I gripped her thighs, forcing her to unwrap her legs from around my back. I draped them over my shoulders instead and used that new angle to thrust even deeper. I couldn't go very fast, but I was going deeper than I had yet, and Brenda's eyes rolled back.

"Holy fuuuuck," she groaned. Beth crawled up onto Taylor and they started making out while they watched, and Beth's right hand reached out to squeeze Brenda's right boob. This position was pretty exhausting for me, but it didn't take Brenda more than two more minutes before she cried out and came again. Taylor rolled to her side and kissed Brenda on the mouth until it tapered off.

"Oh, wow," Brenda said. "This is hands-down the greatest night of my life."

"I'm glad we could be a part of it," I said, taking over kissing her from Taylor. "This is how you deserve to be treated, Brenda. Don't let yourself settle for less."

She smiled as Beth crawled over and got her share of the kissing.

"Can we do that daisy chain thing now?" Brenda asked, and we all laughed. "I mean, I'm having the wildest night of my life. Might as well finish it off, right?"

So we did. Taylor laid on her back and pulled Beth onto her face, with Beth facing the rest of the room. Brenda licked her lips and then dove between Taylor's spread legs, arching her back and sticking her ass up in the process. I knelt behind Brenda and licked her pussy for a bit, but I knew what she really wanted, so I quit after a couple of minutes and lined up behind her, gripping her hips and slamming forward, burying myself in one stroke.

Brenda was even tighter with her legs pushed together like this, and I knew I wasn't going to last super long. Thankfully, it didn't sound like anyone else was going to, either. Taylor of course knew exactly how to take care of Beth, and while Brenda didn't have that experience, she had plenty of enthusiasm and Taylor had pretty close to a hair-trigger anyway.

Brenda was the first to cum, shaking and squirming on my cock as I pounded her relentlessly. She screamed into Taylor's pussy, which pushed her over the edge. She wrapped her legs around Brenda's back as she came on her face, and I impulsively grabbed one of Taylor's feet and sucked on her toe as I got closer.

That left just me and Beth, and we locked eyes. She leaned forward and gripped Taylor's tits as she ground herself on her girlfriend's face, and I grabbed Taylor's ankles and used them as leverage in place of Brenda's hips.

Something passed between us then, and I couldn't help but smile widely. Beth and Taylor had loved each other from the beginning, but neither of them had used that word with me yet, nor I with them. And we might still not use the word for a while, but from that one moment, Beth and I knew. I made a mental note to make sure Taylor knew how I felt about her soon.

Then something else passed between us and we both knew it was time. I yanked my cock out of Brenda and ripped the condom off, and shot rope after rope onto Brenda's back and Taylor's calves and Beth bore down and creamed all over Taylor's face.

We all cleaned up then, but the bed wasn't big enough for all four of us. I didn't feel comfortable sharing a bed with Brenda alone, but fortunately, they didn't make me say that out loud. Beth and Brenda took the smaller bed in Taylor's bedroom, while Taylor and I changed the sheets and then curled up and fell asleep in the big bed.

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I showed up to Sandy's class the next morning full of energy, despite an acute lack of sleep. I had a little assistance from the campus coffee shop, but really, I was just high on life.

Beth and Brenda had rejoined us in the big bedroom around 7:30, and I'd fulfilled Brenda's request to fuck me in cowgirl. She'd cum once from that and again when she turned into reverse cowgirl, and I'm sure Beth and Taylor's constant attention on her breasts had helped with both. I'd gotten close, but the condom stopped me from coming.

Brenda needed to leave then, to get her car from the bar and get back to her friends' house, and Taylor needed to be on campus for a workout, so they left together. Beth and I showered together, and I took her up against the back wall, cumming deep inside her just seconds after she came around my cock. She had to drive me back to Twitty's to get my car, and that's when I brought it up.

"So, was it everything you thought it would be?" I asked. She looked the question at me. "Last week, when we were making up and telling you about Christi, you said you might find it hot, and I think these are the exact words you used, to 'watch me bang some girl within an inch of consciousness.'"

Beth blushed.

"So?" I asked.

"You're not usually one to ask questions you already know the answer to," Beth said. "You know I loved it. You know I loved watching you tear her apart, and you know that I loved knowing that I can have that anytime I want. Everything about you makes me fucking creamy, Travis, and yes, that includes watching you ruin another woman, whether it's Taylor or someone else."

There were only a few people in Sandy's class when I got there, so I was able to hide the ensuing hard-on until I got to my desk. After that, I just buried myself in my phone, checking out baseball scores until the test started. At least, that was my plan until I heard a gasp from the doorway.

A familiar gasp. In fact, a gasp I'd been responsible for several times in the past 12 hours.

Brenda sported the classic deer-in-the-headlights look as she stared at me from the doorway, and her face colored immediately. I was more confused than anything else -- I wasn't embarrassed to see her again or anything, but she wasn't in this class, so I had no fucking clue why she was here.

I shot her a reassuring smile and beckoned her over. She took a deep breath and did her best to return the smile before taking the empty desk next to me.

"This is a little awkward," she said, her southern accent more apparent now than it had been last night or earlier this morning.

"Not unless you make it that way," I replied, taking her hand. "Thank you for last night."

She blushed again, but managed to nod. "I should be thanking you."

"Nonsense," I said, waving her off. "I'll admit, though. I'm a little confused as to why you're here."

"I'm taking Mrs. Watson's final," she said. "I've taken all my classes online this semester -- Kyle would have killed me if he'd known I was in school. He found out a few days ago and tried to freeze all my bank accounts."

Taylor had told me as much the night before.

"But anyway, most of my finals had to be taken in person. Mrs. Watson was going to -- what?" She stopped because I couldn't help but laugh.

"Just, nobody calls her Mrs. Watson in here," I chuckled. "Some people call her Doc, after the Sherlock Holmes character, even though she's a year away from getting her Ph. D. Everyone else just calls her by her first name, Sandy."

"Ah," she said. "Well, fine. Sandy, then, she was going to let me take my final online, but I had two yesterday that I had to take in person. And with shit going crazy with Kyle back home in Sumter, I just figured I'd stay the night and take this one in person, too."

"And that worked out wonderfully for my girlfriends and I, so we're very glad you did."

"About that," she said. "How long has that been a thing?"

"Well, they've been together since the beginning of the school year," I said. "They brought me in a little over a month ago," I said. "Like I told you last night, we hit a little speed bump a couple weekends ago, but since then, things have started rolling really well. Last night was the first time we'd brought in anyone else."

She smiled and looked down.

"I don't suppose there's any chance that will happen again, huh?"

I smiled back. "I don't see why it couldn't. I'd be okay with it, but Taylor and Beth will both have to be okay with it, too. I can't imagine they'd have a problem with it, since they picked you last night."

"Yeah," she sighed happily. "It was really funny, too. I just started dancing with Taylor and a group of guys. I'd recognized her from your table, but I was too shy to really say anything. Taylor has no problems with shyness, as I'm sure you know."

"Oh yeah," I agreed. "Taylor makes strippers look shy."

"Yeah," she giggled. "So, she started talking to me, but it was just small talk. I didn't think anything would happen, at all. But she asked why I was here, and when I told her, she got a strange look on her face. Then she went to get Beth, and you kinda know what all happened from there."

"Taylor makes snap decisions sometimes," I said. "She probably just decided in an instant..."

Something snapped into place in my head.

"Wait," I said. "You told her why you were here. Did you tell her what exam you were taking this morning?"

"Yeah," she said. "She said she knew Mrs. Watson from volleyball."

I'm sure my grin stretched across the ocean into Portugal or wherever.

"Ah," I said. Sandy walked into the class then, and I knew we'd have to be quiet soon. "Well, did you get one of their phone numbers, at least?" I asked.

Brenda knew there was something I wasn't telling her, but she knew our time to talk was short, too.

"Yeah, I got them both."

"Cool," I said, ending the conversation as Sandy started talking. I did grab my phone and send a quick message to our threesome's group text:

Me: You two, on the quad for lunch. Y'all have some explaining to do.

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"Well, we'd say we're sorry, but we all promised we wouldn't lie to each other, right?" Beth asked.

They'd both answered the text with a big smiley face right before I'd taken the exam, and they were waiting for me on the quad with sandwiches when I got there. It was a beautiful day, they were both wearing tank tops and shorts, and even if I had been mad -- which I wasn't -- it would have been hard to stay that way when they were dressed like that.

"I wish we could have been there this morning when you saw each other in class, though."

"She was pretty surprised to see me," I agreed. "I was mostly confused as to why she was there."

"It just seemed too good to pass up, Travis," Taylor said. "I mean, I saw her checking you out when we were dancing together, so even if I'd never known you were in class together, we might have tried to see what happened."

"But once Taylor pulled me out there and told me..." Beth picked it up. "We almost had to, Travis. Without that, if you'd protested at the apartment, we would have let it go and Brenda would have had to be ok with just the two of us, and watching you with us. But, we really wanted you to have sex with her."

"We know you stopped the scavenger hunt because of us," Taylor continued. "We know you're done with the fraternity, and we're all happy about that. But we wanted you to know you could have finished it."

The last unfinished task was a married woman. Of course, I'd known last night that Brenda was married, even if she was working on getting rid of that. But I hadn't known until that morning that she was in one of my classes.

Taylor and Beth knew.

"I mean, I've never lacked for confidence," I said. "So, I guess I know I could have finished it if I hadn't found a better offer. But really... I'm kind of in awe that y'all would go out of your way to do this for me. I don't know if I would ever have had any doubt, but now I know I never will."

"Really?" Beth asked. "You're not mad at us for manipulating you, even just a little?"

"I mean, I think you both know from how I reacted to the fraternity shit, that I don't like being handled," I said. "So maybe I should be a little aggravated. But really, I know it was for a good cause, and we all had a pretty damn incredible night, right?"

"I'll never forget it," Taylor said reverently.

"Me either," Beth said. "But believe us, Travis, it wouldn't have meant as much if you weren't there."

"I know that," I said. "She did ask if it would happen again, though."

Beth and Taylor looked at one another. "Maybe?" They said in unison. "What do you think?"

I chewed my banana thoughtfully. "Maybe," I agreed. "I kinda want to just be us for a while, but I'm not against it down the road, if we all decide we want to."

"Exactly," Beth said and Taylor nodded in agreement.

We were just about finished eating when a shadow crossed over Taylor's face. Before I could ask, a real shadow approached from behind me, casting most of our food wrappers in shade.

"Everybody having a good day?" a voice said, and I got instantly angry.

"Shawn?" I quickly got to my feet. "What the fuck--"

He put his hand up to cut me off.

"Stop, Travis," he said. "I let you go last night, but I can't do that now."

"What the hell is so damn important?" I asked. "I told you, I'm done with the fraternity, and I'm done with this pledge task." I spared a brief smile for the double-meaning of that last statement. "We've been friends forever, Shawn, but if you don't let this go, I'm gonna be done with you."

Shawn gave me an understanding smile, but then he focused his attention on the two women behind me, who were just gathering up our trash as they watched our confrontation.

"Hi, Taylor," he said, getting a non-committal half-wave in return. Of course he knew Taylor -- she was an All-American, and even without that, she'd been on one of my early pledge task e-mails.

"And you must be Beth," he said. The woman in question looked at him, startled. I know I was, too, and I could see from Taylor's face that she was the same.

"How do you know my name?" she asked. "Travis, you said you weren't going to get me involved in all this shit!"

"He didn't," Shawn said. "Beth, he never said a word about you, even when it would have helped his cause if he did. If I hadn't seen the two of you at the bar last night, I would have never known you even knew each other."

"Then..." I started, but really had no idea what to say. He reached down and picked up the trash the women had gathered up and then offered Beth a hand to help her up.

"We all need to talk."

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What... you didn't actually think the frat was done with Travis yet, did you? I couldn't build this whole thing around a pretty awesome fraternity pledge challenge and then have the pledge simply flip double-birds at the frat and bail, could I? I mean, Travis probably wishes I would, but alas... he's a character, and I'm the author, so he (and by extension, his lovely partners) gets put through the wringer just a little longer.

I'm trying to finish up a chapter of a different story at the moment, but I will return to Chapter 13 as soon as I can.

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