Academia Ch. 02

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Two young and accomplished people meet at an academic conference and wind up spending a magical week in Paris that will transform their lives forever. This is the beginning of a series that includes exhibitionism and voyeurism, group sex, and hopefully a good dose of erotic magical realism.

Dramatis Personae

- Dr Lyra Flannagan -- History researcher living in New York who visits Paris for an academic conference

- Marcus Fong -- Graduate student from New York living in Paris

- Claire -- Lyra's colleague in the UK

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I woke up the next day in the arms of a peaceful Marcus, still asleep with my arms and legs on him, the bedsheet halfway pulled up. I took my time to look at his beautiful face.

Then I remembered Claire.

There were not many things on my agenda for Friday, but I know Claire has another meeting with Kait. I thought about avoiding that, but the conference arranged a formal dinner that night for all the presenters and attendees, and I knew I could not miss it. Claire was going to be there anyway. Plus, despite my remote job, she was still a coworker. Best to confront the reality early and either direct or not bring it up at all.

The thought of someone watching me have sex, let alone a beautiful woman, was sexy. I could sense my arousal, my breasts started to swell, and my pussy was slightly moist. I was discretely touching myself when Marcus's cock started to make a tent in the blanket, his eyes flinching under the eyelids. He's almost awake.

I moved the arm holding Marcus down and peeled back his foreskin, stroking the cock. He soon awoke and noticed my deviance. "Good morning, Lyra," he smiled.

"Good dreams, I see."

"Not as good as real life, apparently," he said as he withdrew the arm that was my pillow and sneaked towards my slit. I shifted slightly to get my back on the bed, giving him a clear way down. A rising ray of sunlight reflected through the window across the street and into our room. The rising brightness took his focus away from me to the outside. The blinds were still not drawn, and we could see neighbors across the street opening up their blinds and windows. I'm not sure if anyone saw us jerking each other off like this.

"Hey, do you think anyone heard us last night?"

"I don't know, you heard the footsteps too."

"Yeah, I noticed the door was slightly open when we got up last night."

Liar, you knew it was.

"I mean, who could ignore This," I grinned, gliding my hands up and down his abs before going back to his cock.

His fingers hooked inside my pussy in silent agreement and forced a moan out of me. We continued to stroke each other off for a few more seconds.

Marcus was about to say something, but I beat him to it. "It was kinda hot.".

"Mmmm," He half-heartedly acknowledged and didn't speak. I felt more blood pumping into his cock.

"I don't mind people watching me fuck your hard cock."

Never in my life would I have thought this sentence would come out of my mouth.

"You like that, huh?" He acknowledged.

Wanting to dodge further questioning and embarrassment, pivoted my body to form a 90-degree angle away from his face and towards his cock. I cupped the base of his cock and balls with one hand and started sucking it.

Marcus stopped probing and just groaned in pleasure as I swallowed him. His fingers could still reach my pussy and the changed angle. It was the beginning of a lovely morning sex when his alarm went off. I paused, my mouth halfway swallowing his cock, and looked at him.

"Fuck, it's already 8." Marcus sighed as he checked his phone with his spare hand. "I have a meeting across town in an hour, so I should get going."

He hasn't stopped fingering me, and I certainly didn't want him to get blue balls for the day. I picked up some speed and started basically slurping on his cock in a sloppy manner. It glistened in the morning sunlight. Marcus grabbed my hair and started to force it up and down.

I could tell that his stretched arm to my pussy wasn't exactly comfortable. He paused my blowjob and pivoted his body, letting my legs straddle his head, and signaled me to continue. My pussy must be drenched now, and he took no time to attack my clit with his tongue with the help of two fingers. Then he took a third finger to the gap between my pussy and my asshole and started rubbing it, with his thumb gripping my cheeks, falling dangerously close to my asshole a few times.

My mouth let go of his cock so I could catch some breath, but my hand accelerated, stroking his cock.

"Fuck, that felt so good," I basically yelled. Marcus groaned in recognition but just moved the finger into my pussy, and deliberately used his thumb to massage my perineum. His body also started to twist from the pleasure my hand was sending him. "I'm gonna come," I cried several times more.

With the last bit of my strength, I very quickly propped myself up, gave his head a kiss, and kept on stroking. Marcus's fingers left my clit, and he roared when he ejaculated. I was not prepared for it, and the cum shot all over my hair and face before I caught the rest in my mouth. I swallowed what I could and finally collapsed on his side.

"Shit, I'm sorry," he said. His face lit with a mixture of guilt and satisfaction as he examined his work.

I caught my breath and started laughing. "Oops, I guess we have to shower again now."

Marcus got out of the shower first and was pulling his pants up when I left the bathroom. Fully naked with just a towel wrapped around my hair, he took his time to get a full view of me. I purposely swayed my body as I walked up to kiss him.

"Have you seen my shirt?" he asked as he zipped up his trousers.

"Shit, I must've dropped it outside after I took it off. Let me go check if it's there."

I remember taking it off of him in the hallway, but had no recollection of what happened to it after. I hurried to the door and peeked out, still naked, into the empty hallway. Hoping that his polo would still be on the floor, but there was no sign of it anywhere. By now, he must only have half an hour or so to get to his meeting. I heard the chime of an elevator and retreated back in.

"I'm so sorry," my sorry eyes met his as I walked back to him. "Here, try on one of my tops. Some I bought from the men's section. I'll buy you a new top later."

Disappointment flashed through his face, but my puppy eyes prevented him from dwelling on it. That shirt was expensive material. For someone who pays attention to detail, he must've liked it too.

"That's alright. Heat of the moment, you know," he winked.

We dug through my suitcase and tried on some clothes. A white camp-collared shirt somehow fitted him perfectly. He quickly got ready and headed for the door.

"Will I see you tonight?" I chased him down and held his arm at the entry. The door was already open, and I was still naked, but I didn't care.

"At the reception dinner? If you so wish, Lyra."

He gave me a long kiss before finally leaving, reluctant to let go of my hand. I went back to bed, wondering what I should do about Claire.

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The day flew by in no time. I avoided attending a panel in the morning and spent it wandering around the city. As the time for the reception approached, I still had no idea what I should do with Claire. Sitting at the bakery by the hotel, I did not see Claire return even as the afternoon arrived. To stop my deteriorating sanity, I got upstairs and focused on getting ready.

European academia was particularly fond of this old format of socializing that is rare even back in glamorous New York City. I've never had a thing for fancy professional outings like these. At least that was the excuse I gave myself when I spent my nights studying. But tonight I have a date. I took the time to steam my silk midi dress. It's cut from a single, semi-glossy dark green, almost black fabric. The dress's shallow V neckline cut right above my chest and was held up by two spaghetti-thin straps. A side slit ran until three inches above my knee. I would usually wear a white T-shirt under the dress to conceal a bra, but for tonight, that would not do. If I bent forward enough, my bare nipples could come into view of all those close in front.

I slipped the dress over me and swirled around to examine myself in front of a mirror. The dress has a small slit about a third of the way up my knee but was by no means inappropriate, and showed off my slight curves perfectly. As I arranged myself, I noticed a very light love bite right above where my body disappeared into the dress. Perhaps nobody would notice tonight.

Marcus told me he had a full day of work and would be late, so I headed towards the venue myself. The weather is much warmer today. I had a white sweater on just for good measure. Several people still checked me out as I passed them. I got to the venue just past 6 o'clock.

The organizers had booked out a whole classic Parisian bistro for the night, but dinner is actually held at the grass clearing of a park across the street. There weren't a lot of people when I got there. I knew more covers were expected. Waiters raced to set up the dinner tables against the falling sun. Four long tables, draped in white tablecloths, were beginning to populate with plates, glasses, silverware, flowers, and candles. Three musicians with guitars and a viola provided ambient jazz. The scene was elegant but not aristocratic. The pack of dressed-up folks mingled at a grass clearing at the back of the park.

Gilly and Antoine greeted me and walked me through what I had to do, which only included giving a short introduction about my institution. I noticed Gilly made an offhand comment to Antoine in French, and he glanced at Marcus's hickey on my collarbone. I thought I'd hidden it with my sweater. Was it that obvious?

They started introducing me to others around the park, but my mind went blank other than the necessary kisses and greetings. I looked around for Claire but didn't spot her anywhere. Kait showed up not long after me, but had not seen Claire since lunch.

The sun was slowly sinking down the horizon when I spotted her walking towards the crowd.

Claire was fucking gorgeous. She wore a white satin off-shoulder jumpsuit. The plunged neckline made a narrow V opening that ended well below her breasts. A brown belt beautifully accentuated her waistline and matched her leather clutch and heels. Her hair was done in a braided ponytail. My tits started to erect, and I had to calm myself down.

I chugged my rosé and sheepishly walked towards her. I knew we had to talk about it. Claire was making her way through the greetings when she saw me approaching and chugged her drink as well.

"Hey Claire --"

"I didn't mean to --"

We interrupted each other and just stood there.

"Let's talk," I broke the awkward silence and led us away from the crowd. Claire dropped her head and followed me until I was reasonably confident no one could hear us.

"So, how was the show last night?"

Claire blushed, "I'm sorry. I heard a bang and saw your door was open, so I wanted to check everything was okay when I heard the noises. I don't know what came over me, but after a while, I couldn't resist taking a peek."

She spoke without looking me in the eyes. Her hands clutched in front, and her pale face flushed red. I found it to be really cute.

"Well, I'm glad it was an eye-opening experience."

"I really am sorry."

"It's ok," might as well tell her the truth. "Truth be told, we found it kind of hot being watched like that."

Claire could not look more embarrassed.

"Marcus saw me too?"

I reached a hand out to grab her hands as a sign of reassurance. "'I'm not sure, but I don't think he would mind either," I grinned.

"Okay," she replied timidly. I could feel the sweat on her hands. Through her cleavage, I could see her breasts harden.

A wild plan developed in my mind.

The lights around the park turned on. Gillian, Antoine, and other organizers started to signal the event's start. We headed back to the crowd. I sat in the far corner of the tables with a good view of the entire party and left my sweater on an adjacent seat to save it for Marcus. Claire sat across. Cold appetizers were being served, and speeches were being made to officially close the 5-day conference when Marcus arrived impeccably dressed, as always, in a vintage double-breasted green linen suit. Somehow, he knew I was wearing green as well. A four-in-hand tie nonchalantly hung from his collar. I signaled him to come here.

"Hello, beautiful, did I miss your speech?" He asked as he delivered a light kiss on my forehead and sat down next to me.

"No, you didn't," I smiled.

Dinner started smoothly. Each institution made its little speech, but I don't think anyone was really paying attention. There wasn't a microphone or speaker, and it was clear some folks had one drink too many on an empty stomach. By the time the main course was served, everyone had retreated to talking amongst their own bubbles.

We didn't bring up Claire's voyeurism throughout the evening. I did see her looking at my hickey a few times. Our conversation shifted back to the normal mix of jokes and philosophical debates, occasionally interrupted by friendly faces making the rounds. I did the same as well. The environment gradually relaxed from what was an upscale affair to a fancy college party. The crowd was dwindling as older guests retired back to their homes or hotels. Claire was solidly tipsy like many others and started to play some British drinking games with the group of Brits that sat next to us. Unfamiliar with the rules, Marcus and I elected to observe first. He had his jacket off and sleeves rolled up.

I was watching the Brits sip some wine after a round of games (after all, most people here are professional adults. Beer or shots just didn't seem appropriate) when I felt a hand on my thigh. "Marcus!" I gasped. Nobody heard me but him, who had an evil smirk.

He didn't say anything and kept caressing his hands up and down my thigh, eyes glancing at the unaware crowd. Under the disguise of the tablecloth, his deviancy was inconspicuous to all but me. I dragged my chair to the table. I crossed my legs to stop him from his deviancy. Rather than stopping, Marcus just pulled the dress up slightly, slipping his hands through the slit of the dress to make direct contact with the skin on my thigh.

I reciprocated, uncrossed my legs, and started caressing his thigh as well. How unfair that I can't just pull his pants up as he did to my dress... As my hands swam closer and closer to his crotch, Marcus hunched and sat back in the chair to hide it. It took no time for me to feel his cock stiffening under my delicate touch. I was now a little moist as well. I could not believe we were doing this so publicly, with still a few dozen people around the tables.

We sat up and withdrew our hands to a more modest position when one of the guitarists broke out singing "I Can't Give You Anything but Love, Baby" by Jimmy McHugh and Dorothy Fields. Her voice captured the attention of everyone. All but the sounds of music and waiters serving dessert remain.

Two songs later, the chatter slowed and began again. Marcus whispered in my ear, "Come with me, Lyra," as he stood up and headed for the restaurant proper. I saw his body disappear from the stairs to the basement before I stood up and followed.

The downstairs of the bistro is a second bar. Since the organizers had booked the place for a lot of people, all the staff were upstairs, and the lower bar was empty. An arched door at the opposite end of the stairs opens up to a hallway that has additional restrooms to complement the two upstairs. The hallway is lined on one side with ottomans and on the other with maybe 6 restrooms. The hall is only lit by a few dim pendant lights.

Marcus waved at me from the last stall. I had a sense before, but now I knew instantly what he was up to. As I made my way, I glanced to make sure none of the other ones were occupied. He pulled me in and started kissing me.

A few seconds into our session, I reached out an arm to close the door, but Marcus stopped me from locking it.

"No," he muttered firmly.

"What if someone opens it!?"

"I thought you liked that."

Before I could debate him, he locked onto my neck with a light bite. The seductive sensation made me give up. To be fully honest, the open door added to the adrenaline.

"Ok, but no marks."

Marcus nodded, his fingers brushing the hickie he left me. With two quick flicks on the straps and a quick arm maneuver from my end, my dress fell below my breasts. A hand fondled my tits, and another lifted up the dress to make my pussy wet. With unobstructed access to my tits, he bent to suck on a nipple.

I had an arm around his neck, and the other was busy working his cock. We had to make this fast; otherwise, someone would surely notice that we were missing. The moment it was hard, I kneeled and pulled down his pants, taking his hard cock into my mouth. I could taste some precum already, thanks to the work I did back at the tables.

With a few slurps, his cock was properly moisturized. I stood up and turned around to face the vanity.

I looked at him from the reflection of the mirror, "I want you to fuck me."

"I don't have a condom."

"Are you tested?"

"Yes."

"Then put it in." I tried very hard not to raise my voice. "I'm on the pill." The idiot didn't think this through before he told me to follow him?

Marcus swiftly tugged my underwear down. He disappeared below the mirror for a moment, licking my pussy to give it some extra moisture. I doubt he really needed to do that, but it felt amazing. In no time, he aimed his cock squarely at my opening and drove it all the way.

"Fuck," I accidentally moaned from the instant stretch in my pussy.

Marcus stopped and looked at me, balls deep, before starting to piston in and out of me. We were lost in the seductive feeling of each other in this darkened bathroom stall. The public nature only amplified our libido.

After a minute of undulating pleasure, we have completely forgotten about our setting. I still tried my best to keep my moans to myself, and Marcus fucked me as hard and as silently possible.

We heard a pair of heels tapping on the marble floors and making crisp sounds as it down the stairs and to the bathroom hall. I ignored it. Someone using the bathroom surely wouldn't come all the way to the last one. They were all empty except ours, and we had the door closed. The footsteps stopped a few meters short of us. We were safe, or so I thought.

"Oh my g..." a voice came through as our door opened. Marcus and I immediately stopped what we were doing and turned our heads at the person standing to our right.

Claire covered her hands with her mouth and took a big step back, almost tripping on the ottoman. Her widened eyes shone through the dim hall lights. It wasn't more than five minutes since I left the table. She must have stalked us down the stairs.

In a flash, Claire turned and ran out of the hall.

Fucking in public is erotic until you get caught when you didn't mean to.

Marcus pulled his cock out and tucked it back into his underwear. We quickly adjusted our attire, making sure each other didn't look like we just tried to fuck in the bistro's bathroom, and headed upstairs. I got back to our table first while Marcus went to order a drink at the bar. By the time I got back, Claire was already gone.

The rest of the night was relatively uneventful. We stayed for a few more songs until we also made some excuses and made our leave.

Back in my hotel room, Marcus and I finished the business we started in the bistro before falling asleep.

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I was woken up by Marcus, naked, carrying a tray of breakfast. Apparently, he ordered it with room service when I was still asleep.

"Mmm, is that how you greeted the porter, too?" I teased him, my fingers dreamingly flicking his cock.

"No, ma'am. Special order I just added on."

We ate breakfast in bed. The meal was an assortment of mini tartines slathered with ricotta cheese, apricot jam, and other typical French goodness alongside some coffee and juice. We lay down with the tray between us and started devouring.

Marcus was pretending to feed me when he dropped a slice on my chest. He then proceeded to take the bread off and licked off the remnants of his mischief on my tits while giving it a good suck.

"Excellent bread," he commented.

"Maybe I should open a bakery."

"No, Lyra, this is house special. You can't put this up for sale."

So we ate our breakfast and each other at the same time. We laughed, played, and fucked through the whole meal.

The conference was over, and I had another day and a half in Paris before my flight. Marcus canceled his plans so we could spend time with each other. Being exhausted and busy in the past few days, I've yet to have the chance to explore the city during the day.

Marcus took me around La Villette and Canal Saint-Martin. On the way, he dropped by his apartment to change from his suit into a knitted t-shirt and chinos. His sublet for the semester was a tiny 4-floor walkup, entirely paid for by subletting his own apartment back in New York. It was right on top of the metro station, and it did the job. He kept it tidy. I spent most of the five minutes up there watching him change. It was quite a view.

We were sitting by a bench in Parc des Buttes-Chaumont, watching the city flow up underneath us. Like two young overcaffeinated millennials, we started rating people's outfits and looks as they walked by. He had a pretty similar taste in men as I do, but I must say his taste in women differed from my own.

The topic gradually moved to sex. I learned that Marcus, too, has always had an exhibitionist fantasy but never acted like I had until we met. Although admittedly, I've never done that with a guy before either, I was still proud to be the one helping with his debut. I asked about his suggested moves on my asshole when we were fucking, and he admitted that he wanted to try it with me, but wouldn't without my consent. Then he brought up the inevitable.

"So about last night, Lyra."

"Claire, right. I think we should talk to her."

"Is that a good idea? I mean, we definitely should since she's your colleague, but how would that even begin?"

Time to tell him the whole story and let him in on my plan.

"Look, Marcus, remember when we first fucked in my room..."

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The rest of the day was spent touring other parts of the city as I fleshed out the plan with Marcus. We talked through our interests and boundaries, eventually reaching a comfortable agreement for our erotic night. I got back to my hotel in the early afternoon, and Marcus went back to his flat. He booked a nice restaurant in Le Marais for us to meet for dinner. When I headed back out, I slipped a note underneath Claire's door.

Dinner was romantic. I much prefer intimate settings to crowded gatherings. Having to greet and socialize with so many people is great, but after days of doing that with people who require you to think, it becomes really draining. Even though Marcus and I just met this week, it felt like we'd been friends for months. Getting familiar with his naked flesh was just the cherry on top.

We got back to my hotel just ahead of schedule. There was one part of the plan that I did not tell him. Marcus was unpacking his overnight bag and ensuring the room was pleasantly lit, so I took the opportunity to use the time to take a big dump and step into the shower first. I managed to wash my asshole clean before Marcus joined me.

With all our prep work done, we slid on our bathrobes. I sneaked towards Claire's room. The night hinged on her finding the note and doing as she was told. I texted Kait and Gilly earlier and had reasonable confidence that she would be back by this hour, but whether or not she would dare herself into it is another story.

The door easily opened to reveal an unlit room, just as our note instructed. A faint perfume permeated my nose.

Claire sat on the lounge chair, wearing the same nightgown as she had when she first dropped in on us. A silk eye mask blinded her, but she could hear me walk in. Her body quivered out of nerves, hands folded on her thigh. The small crack in her lips looked so kissable right now.

"Follow my lead," I purred into her ear and grabbed her hands.

I quickly paraded the blindfolded Claire down the hallway and guided her to sit in the same lounge chair in my room. We angled the chair earlier in a way that had a full view of the room, especially the bed. Marcus and I stood in front of her. A bath sheet lay across the floor between us.

"You can take the mask off now," I commanded Claire.

Claire whipped it off and looked around before settling her gaze on us. Dim candlelights flickered on our bathrobes.

"So, you like to watch us?" Marcus asked.

"Yes," Claire huffed.

"I want to hear you say it," I pressed the issue.

"I like to watch you fuck."

"Louder," Marcus said.

"I like to watch you Fuck," she yelled.

"Do you want to join?" I asked.

Claire shot up towards us.

"Woah, no." Marcus pushed her back into the chair. "Stay right here."

He untied his bathrobe as I undid mine too. His cock had grown a little but was still soft. I started stroking it.

"Do you want to watch me touch his cock?"

A light hum of agreement as Claire bit her lips, her eyes glued on Marcus's thick cock. I kneeled down, let my bathrobe slip off in the process, and then gently kissed the head.

"Too bad it's not for sharing," I threw a gaze at her again before lowering my head and licking from the base up the entire length of Marcus's cock. Marcus let out a groan and placed his hands on my head. I took his tip into my mouth and twirled my tongue around it. He started to apply some force and bobbed my head in and out of his cock. Claire watched in silence, but she kept her hands busy. One was rubbing her own tits, and the other making its way down to her pussy.

I stopped blowing momentarily, "I didn't say you could touch yourself either," before diving back into it.

Claire withdrew her hands, clearly upset. But by this point, she was too mesmerized by the scene to break it up and leave.

I took his cock all the way in my throat and held it for as long as I could before a vomiting sensation forced me to gasp for air. In a swift movement, Marcus scooped me up and planted my naked body on top of Claire's in the chair, with her breast touching my back. I could feel her hard tits and her trembling hips. I lay all the way back down and pushed her head to one side and mine to the other. Marcus walked towards my side and let me continue sucking his cock. Claire learned her lesson and didn't make any moves, her hands glued to the arms of the chair.

This was not the optimal angle for my mouth and Marcus's cock, so he withdrew in just a minute or two. I felt like it was enough teasing at this point and placed one of Claire's hands on my breasts. She started rubbing it rigorously, which made my tits aroused in an instant. I also started grinding my ass on her lower abdomen. She looked up at Marcus, full of lust.

"I want you to suck my slutty little pussy," I told Marcus as I got up from Claire and laid down on the bed, using a few pillows to elevate my back. Marcus's lips glued onto my cunt in no time. I raised my legs so that he could get a better angle and Claire could get a better view. He wasn't gentle this time, only doing a quick tour around before gunning straight for my clit and started driving it.

My body started to move in waves to match the licks of his tongue. Marcus tried to press me down, but I fought back and shoved my pussy even further forward. Marcus kept on, and I started descending into a venereal spiral. His lips meandered from my clit to my pussy, then lower and lower. He kissed my perineum and licked it, eventually working his way to my asshole. Juice flowed out of my cunt, and he spread it all around my ass. The stimulation of his tongue playing with my asshole easily induced my first orgasm.

"Pleaseee fuck me now," I howled after minutes that felt like an hour.

When Marcus was fully satisfied with his appetizer, he got up. After planting a wet kiss on my lips, his cock slowly penetrated me. I was moaning when I looked back at Claire. Her clothes were sitting on her torso now, and she was fully masturbating, her cunt slightly exposed to me. When our eyes met, she quickly withdrew. Seeing that I didn't stop her this time, she resumed touching herself more boldly. I got a clear view of it, and it was plump and gorgeous.

Marcus brought my attention back. He lifted my legs to hook his shoulders as he pummeled in and out of me at a steady pace, mixing it with deep kisses and tits rubbing. I grabbed onto my legs to steady myself, but soon lost control, instead holding onto Marcus's face and moaning.

We switched positions after some time. Now my feet were on the ground. Marcus pounded me from behind and plopped my body down into the bed for a better grip. He started pounding faster and faster, and Claire matched his speed with her fingers and moaned softly.

"You like looking at my cock as I fuck her?"

"Y... yes." Claire could barely speak. Our eyes were glued on her. Marcus grabbed onto my hair and kept thrusting. His cock felt magnificent, and I was so close to an orgasm.

"You like that? You fucking like that?" I shouted at Claire, "You like watching me grind his fucking cock?"

"Yes, yes," she moaned louder.

I turned to Marcus. "I want more. Fuck me harder. Now. I want more."

Marcus pulled my hair harder and completely dominated my pussy. I wholly lost focus on Claire, but I was pretty sure she had three fingers up her pussy now, juices spilling all over the chair and onto the floor. The room was filled with our moans when I came first. I trembled and collapsed onto the bed, and Marcus slowed down a little to let me relax, but I could feel that he was close too.

I soon picked up some strength and hinted to Marcus to shift position. I stood up and planted my hands onto Claire's chair, and faced her, my ass tilted to Marcus. He quickly repositioned inside me again.

My face was so close to Claire's that I could feel her breathing on my lips.

"Come in me, Marcus, I want you to come in my pussy," I panted, sweat and saliva drooling onto her tits.

Marcus pushed me forward and buried me into Claire. He pulled a leg up onto the arm of the chair to get an elevated thrust and kept propelling faster and deeper. My face rested just under Claire's, and I could feel her body starting to shake. My pleasured cries were muffled, but the other two picked up the volume. Claire orgasmed and fell forward, locking me between two bodies. Her fingers gradually slid out of her pussy, I felt the wet hands holding onto my waist.

"I'm gonna come," Marcus groaned as he pushed me down onto Claire.

"I want you to come in me. Let her see you come inside me, Marcus."

With a few more thrusts, Marcus dropped his feet back on the ground and made his final push deep inside me. I almost came for a second time right there. One, two, then three bursts of cum exploded inside my pussy. We all stopped. My head rested on Claire's chest, on the nightgown she had already sweated through with her nipples tenting out.

Once I was able to catch a breather, I pulled my pussy away from Marcus's cock. Claire was staring at me, and I was so close to her face. There was no stopping now, so I went in and kissed her.