Lora 15 - Interview: New Position

I awoke to the sound of clatter in the kitchen.

I got up off the couch and went into the kitchen, only to find Dave there rifling through the cupboards.

"Sorry -- I was looking for a glass," he apologized.

"No worries," I muttered, turning to go back to the couch and lie down.

"Owen," he called out, an edge in his voice.

I turned without speaking.

"Look, I want to be honest --I know you're a friend of Matt's, but I think you're an asshole for disrespecting Tasha like that," he said.

He was referring to Lora and me openly having sex in front of both him and Tasha. Little did he know that we had been having sex with Tasha for the past three days.

"Whatever -- I'm tired," I said. "Keep it down and let me sleep."

"I think she is really nice and don't want you messing things up for me," he said. "Could you please at least pretend to care about someone other than yourself?"

I frowned. I was still annoyed that his being there meant we couldn't be with Tasha.

"Have you heard from the girls?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Still sleeping," he explained. "I have to head out -- some of us work for a living."

That was something, at least, to sleep on, since I still felt exhausted. I ignored the jab.

"If you're really interested in her, you have to cut her some slack," I said, turning to him. "Actually listen to her, dude. She is special. As soon as you get that through your pea brain, you and I and everyone else will be better off."

He looked thoughtful for a second. He seemed surprised by what I said.

"Please tell Tasha I'll give her a call as soon as I can."

I nodded, and Dave left. I heard giggling coming from the bedroom.

I pushed the door open. Both girls were there on the bed, but were definitely not asleep.

"What are you girls doing?" I asked.

"Just playin'," Tasha said, smiling.

An extremely pretty 5'6", 28-year-old brunette, she was my best friend's fiancée's sister. Her hair hung loose to the middle of her back. She had an exquisite heart-shaped ass, nice suckable pink tits, and a deliciously pretty pink pussy. Her creamy white skin sharply contrasted with the golden-brown tan of the woman beneath her.

At the moment, that pretty pussy of hers was grinding itself against my girlfriend's amazing breasts. Not only due to their 40E size, but her tits were also the most incredible ones I'd ever seen. The upper portion of her huge teardrop-shaped breasts was marked by light blue traces of veins barely visible under her tanned skin. These faded as each breast gently sloped from the top of her chest to a round, mouth-watering, cantaloupe-sized globe, capped by dark brown nipples and surrounded by the slightly lighter areolae.

Right now, her areolae were crinkled, the pebbly flesh darker than normal, forming a lewd halo around Lora's engorged nipples. Each bud was about the size of the last joint of my pinky and had gone from dark brown to an angry purple color.

She had her hands on Tasha's thighs, encouraging her. Lora's massive tanned breasts were wet with Tasha's pussy juices, the liquid running down and into the hollow of my girlfriend's throat and into her recently dyed dark brown hair.

As Tasha ground her pussy against Lora's tit, the hardened nipple slid up through her slit and against her clitoris, eliciting a small gasp from the smaller girl every time it made contact.

Lora's eyes were locked with Tasha's, burning coals shining through the shadowy darker skin around her eyes. The effect was nothing less than exotic, and apart from her gargantuan chest, it was one of the things that drew me to Lora.

Tasha continued to hump Lora's tit, pretty much oblivious to my entering the room. The girls continued to giggle.

"What am I missing?" I asked, watching more of Tasha's wetness slide down Lora's breasts.

"Oh, he does not like you!" Lora said to me, chuckling. "Tasha and I wanted to try something different. I don't think she was sure about this at first, but I think she changed her mind."

Tasha nodded, concentrating on the feelings she was getting off Lora's tit.

"You have so much fun fucking her giant things; I wanted to try it out for myself," Tasha whimpered, then giggled.

"Can you feel my nipple against your clit?" Lora asked her. She held the smaller girl's head in place and met her eyes. "They're both throbbing like fucking crazy."

I slid behind them, between Lora's legs, looking at Tasha's back. My gaze drifted downwards to her ass.

"Damn -- you have a nice ass," I said.

I had planned on burying my face in my girlfriend's pussy, but Tasha's ass diverted me for the moment. I dragged my tongue through the crack of her ass. She shuddered, continuing to grind her pussy against Lora's tits.

My mouth slid down Tasha's backside to Lora's mound. I paused momentarily and planted a kiss there, moving south so my tongue could reach her clit.

Even though she knew it was coming, her legs involuntarily twitched inwards when my mouth made contact. Her clitoris hardened under my touch. I took a few gentle licks, simultaneously running a finger around Tasha's ass, then pulled my head back to admire the view.

The skin around Lora's eyes wasn't the only part of her that darkened. Her naturally tanned skin darkened between her legs and around her pussy. Lora had gorgeous, dark pink pussy lips that, even when her legs were closed, extended slightly below her outer labia. This exposed, mouth-watering fleshy fold was dark brown, turning to dark pink as you moved inwards towards her pussy. They were just begging to be licked and sucked.

"Fuck... that is a gorgeous pussy," I mumbled to myself, surrendering myself to her cunt by burying my face in it.

"Thank you, baby," Lora said. "My pussy loves your mouth almost as much as your cock."

I sucked Lora's pussy lips into my mouth, gently gnawing on them in between licks. I slid the end of my finger into Tasha's ass.

"Ok... ok... ok... his hand is in my ass, Lora... keep doing that... gah... I'm getting close," Tasha gasped.

Looking through her legs, I could see that Lora had grabbed a tit and appeared to be trying to force-feed it into Tasha's pussy.

"When you're ready, let me know -- I want you to cum on my face, little girl," Lora said.

If Tasha were anything like me, hearing Lora say that in the past always sped up my sprint to climax.

It had the same effect. Her ass tightened around my finger. Her body began to shake as Lora pulled her forward and off my finger and onto her face. Reluctantly, I let Lora's pussy lips slide out of my mouth and followed Tasha's ass as it moved up to Lora's face.

She immediately ground her crotch into Lora's face, humping her mouth. My tongue found her ass as her orgasm shook her.

"Oh God... God... I love you... I love you... I love you for making me feel this," Tasha cried. Lora held her in place, stroking Tasha's breasts until she was done and collapsed against the headboard.

Tasha giggled again, flinching as Lora's still active tongue must have found a ticklish spot.

I whipped off my shorts, dragging my hard cock over Lora's toned stomach until it was resting at the entrance to her pussy. Her tits glistened under Tasha's wetness. I reached down, squeezed as much of each massive tit as I could, and massaged the pussy juice into them until they looked as if they were covered in oil.

"Oh my fuck, your tits look so fucking awesome," I groaned. They looked so good, my cock was aching.

Using her breasts as leverage, I pulled myself into her pussy, giving her a moment to get used to me.

"Oh, Jesus -- that feels so good, baby," Lora moaned into Tasha's pussy as she was still straddling my girlfriend's face.

Lora tapped Tasha's leg. The pretty brunette slowly lifted herself off Lora's face and lay down next to her, stroking her face as I established a rhythm of sliding more than half of my cock into Lora.

"I see what you mean... they do look good... no, they look fucking yummy," Lora said, staring down at her chest.

Massaging Tasha's pussy juice into my girlfriend's huge tis had two extreme results.

The first was that her breasts looked absolutely phenomenal. The shiny fluid brought out the textures of the smooth, great, big globes against the goose-bumped skin of her areolae as I'd never seen before.

The second effect was nowhere near as phenomenal. Too big to hold in one hand even under the best conditions, they were impossible to hold firmly now that they were slick.

My rhythm faltered, drawing a playful but also concerned "what the fuck are you doing down there?" look from Lora.

"Baby girl," she beckoned to Tasha. "Can you help poor Owen out and clean my tits? It only seems fair since you got them all slippery."

Tasha snapped out of her post-orgasmic haze and eagerly took on the task. My slippery, pathetic hands dropped down in failure to Lora's waist.

I tried to re-establish the rhythm I had before.

Tasha's mouth spread kisses all over Lora's breasts, licking her wetness off them like a woman possessed.

"That's it, little bird, lick my tits clean," Lora moaned under the attention. "Don't forget my... oh yes, that's it... you read my mind... they're so hard they hurt."

Tasha had taken one of Lora's nipples in her mouth, sucking it deep and so hard her cheeks hollowed out while her other hand pinched and twisted the other one.

"Fuck, I am going to miss you," I said to Tasha, watching her feast.

"Miss me? What makes you think I'm going to give you the chance?" She replied, letting the nipple out of her mouth with a pop. She looked up at Lora. "Can I play a bit?"

"Always... you don't have to ask," my girlfriend replied, grinning. "You should know that by now. You can do whatever you want to me."

Tasha giggled, reaching down under each big breast and lifting it as far as she could. She bent her head down, kissed both melons lovingly, and held them up to her head.

"Are your titties as big as my head?" She giggled.

"No, but you look amazing doing that," I told her, watching her tongue snake out and lick across a nipple as she waited for an answer.

"They're not that big," Lora chimed in, laughing. "Shut up and keep playing. That feels almost as good as Owen's cock feels, even if he is angry fucking me."

She was right, of course. I was taking out the frustration of my slippery hands on Lora's pussy, driving in harder than before with maybe only the last inch to go.

The room was filled with a loud slap as Tasha slammed both of Lora's tits down onto her ribcage.

"You're going to break her ribs doing that," I joked. I loved it, though.

Tasha smiled, reached over, and grabbed both nipples between her thumb and two fingers of each hand. She pulled up, the skin stretching several inches until it was taut. She continued pulling, lifting each massive tit off her ribcage by her nipples.

Tasha, still giggling, lowered her head to a breast; her mouth began to work on Lora's distended areola.

"Ow," Lora yelped. "Little bird, did you just bite me?"

Without letting go of the mass of tit in her mouth, Tashsa twisted her head around so that she was facing me and grinned. I could see her gnawing on the pebbly flesh a fraction of an inch from the swollen, stretched nipple.

"God, that feels so good, little girl," Lora groaned, playing with her own hair. "You can play like that anytime. You bit me again, didn't you? Fuck -- it's OK... I fucking love it... don't stop -- I'm getting close."

That, combined with the sight of Tasha torturing my girlfriend's tits, brought me to the brink.

Then Lora's vaginal muscles began tightening around my cock, and that brought me past the brink. My hands slipped down from her hips to lift her ass off the bed and buried myself inside of her, thrusting so rapidly my balls were slapping against her ass.

"Fuck... I'm done... sorry," I gasped, closing my eyes tightly as I exploded inside Lora.

"Oh fuck, baby... I'm cumming too... it's so fucking hot feeling you shooting inside me," Lora screamed, her fists hitting the bed on either side of her as her back arched. "I love you so much. Tasha... come here and kiss me."

Tasha let Lora's tits fall, taking the stress off the stretched skin as they smacked back down. I just held myself in place, emptying inside Lora as Tasha reached her head and bent down for a kiss. Lora's vaginal contractions were slowing as her orgasm faded.

"Ouch!" Tasha yelped, sitting upright. "You bit me, you bitch!"

Lora laughed. She had indeed bitten Tasha. I could see blood slowly leaking out of her bottom lip.

Lora reached up, hooked her arm around Tasha's neck, and pulled her face back down to her mouth. She slowly dragged her tongue over the wounded lip, then gently began to suck. Tasha's eyes were closed, and her hands began kneading her own breasts, pulling on the small pink nipples.

I pulled out of Lora, leaving a trail of cum trickling from her pussy down between her legs while a similar trail dripped from my dick onto my thigh. I scrambled across the bed, lifted Tasha, and dropped her on my face.

"Oh... ungh..." Tasha said. "What are you doing to me?"

While Lora continued to suck on Tasha's injured lip, the older brunette slid her leaking cunt over my forehead, nose, and mouth. I licked and sucked as it moved across my face; one second licking her clitoris and the next sliding my tongue almost to her ass.

It didn't take long for her stomach muscles to begin to quiver. She was panting and moaning into Lora's mouth as the speed of her grinding against my face picked up.

I pushed my tongue inside Tasha's pussy and felt her go limp.

Panicking, I barely managed to get out from under her in time to catch her as she crumpled to the bed. I was horrified and scared. Lora sat there naked and grinning, watching me as I first checked the girl's breathing and then her pulse.

"Oh fuck. Thank God. I thought we killed her," I said, expelling a big breath.

Lora chuckled, licking the last traces of blood off her lips.

"She actually passed out!" She exclaimed, then pretended to be sad. "You've never made me cum so hard I've passed out. Don't you love me? What do I need to do to make you love me that much?"

"OK, you can stop now," I laughed, relieved we hadn't killed our fuck toy. "Should I get a cold cloth or something?"

"That would actually be a great idea," Lora answered.

I was back a minute later with a cold, damp cloth. Before I could apply it to Tasha's forehead, Lora grabbed it from my hands and used it to first wipe the oozing cum from between her legs, then the cum that had dripped onto my thigh. Then she took the gunky cloth and held it to Tasha's forehead.

"She was right, you know," I told her. "You are fucking nasty."

"Do you think I'm sick for getting wet and thinking of fucking you again cuz I'm covering her face in our cum while she's passed out?" My girlfriend asked.

"Nasty -- yes; sick -- no," I replied. "Listening to you say that makes me want to fuck you right over her face."

Lora looked thoughtful for a second at hearing that. She was about to say something when Tasha groaned and came to. It felt like an hour had passed, but it was probably only a couple of minutes.

She looked disoriented and a little scared when she finally sat up. She thanked us for the cloth and passed it back to Lora, oblivious to the cum streaked across her forehead.

"What the hell was that?" She said after getting up and having a sip of water. "Wow -- just wow."

"Uh, you passed out," I answered.

"Owen thought you were dead," Lora laughed. "I was ready for him to accuse me of draining your blood."

Tasha laughed weakly, coughing.

"Well, I used to have fantasies of big-titted vampires," I admitted.

"That was just last week," Lora laughed.

"That was... uh... intense -- and a first," Tasha said, softly rubbing her sore lip. She looked at Lora accusatorily. "I know you like pain, but you made me bleed."

Lora smiled.

"I just wanted to make sure that everything about you was delicious," she said, grinning. "And it is."

"Still -- you bit me and made me bleed," Tasha said. She dropped herself into Lora's arms and kissed her. "Can we do that again?"

I shook my head in wonder, watching them locked in an intense kiss.

"I'm glad no one died -- I would really have been a bummer, since that was one of the hottest things I've ever seen."

I put my head down on Lora's chest, nuzzled in, and watched their mouths at work on each other.

Lora broke the kiss and went into the living room. She came back quickly and handed Tasha a key.

"What's this?" Tasha asked, staring.

"We can't have our little girl sitting in the hallway waiting to be fucked, right?" Lora answered, looking to me. "I'm sure Owen and I agree that whenever you're feeling the urge, there is no reason you can't come over any time you want, right?"

I nodded in complete agreement.

"Just that we can't drop everything to fuck if my sister, brother, or parents are over -- same goes for Lora's," I said, smiling.

"Aylin (Lora's sister) already knows what I'm like -- she may actually enjoy having you over, but my parents would both disown me, die, then disown me again, right?" Lora said.

I didn't bother to fill in the blanks that Lora's attractive sister was gay. Tasha certainly was not squeamish about being with another girl, though... I felt my cock stir as I started to imagine those three in the same room.

"What's on your mind, babe?" Lora said, pointing to my rising cock.

"Just really looking forward!" I said hastily.

"Owen can just keep the key I gave him," Tasha said. "I can't think of having anybody here that would stop me from having sex with you... so yeah, please."

Tasha checked the time.

"Damn. I have to get ready for work," she said sadly. "I didn't want this ever to end."

"Think of it as coming up for air or being so sore you need a break -- nothing's over, right?" Lora said.

"I am sore," she said, looking at me. "But I don't need a break from that."

"Oh, by the way, last night when Dave went to bed, I "accidentally" barged into his room to see if he needed anything before we went to bed," Lora said, smiling. "If you were wondering if he trusted us to jerk off in front of us, the answer is no."

I snickered.

"And if you are worried about his equipment, he has a nice one," Lora said to Tasha. "I would just wait a bit after being with my baby to have sex with Dave.

"What?" Lora said, feigning innocence when I stared at her. "I'm trying to help her avoid awkwardly explaining why he can't touch her sides. How many times do you think a guy can take a girl asking him if it is in yet before he takes off?"

Lora and Tasha were rolling on the bed, laughing.

"Jesus...," I said, going out to gather my stuff. "You're hilarious."

As Tasha jumped into the shower, Lora called her dad with the address to come pick us up, while I called home and arranged for my sister Karley to swing by the apartment with my stuff, as I had already packed it into the car the previous weekend. Having a furnished apartment made the initial move-in easy since we knew we didn't need to bring anything big.

Tasha emerged from the shower wrapped in a towel. After everything over the past few days, I found the modesty cute.

We sat on the bed and watched Tasha get ready while we waited for Lora's dad.

"I feel bad that I can't help you guys move in," she apologized, buttoning a white dress shirt.

"You look really hot," Lora complimented her. "Don't worry at all. We have more help than we need."

"Very true," I agreed. "We're not bringing anything big with us, so moving in should be a breeze."

Tasha turned to us, grinning.

"Really?" She asked. "Nothing big?"

"Ha-ha," I said, listening to Lora laugh so hard she snorted. That, in turn, set Tasha off.

Lora's phone went off. A message from Aylin said they were here. Tasha said she would be in touch later today; then we hugged, kissed, and went downstairs.

Lora's father, mother, and sister were waiting curbside in a large pickup truck. The truck bed was crammed with boxes, luggage, and even some large décor items, including a humongous mirror.

"That's all yours?" I turned to Lora in wonder as we piled into the back seat with Aylin.

"Thanks very much for doing this," I said after we exchanged hellos.

"Mah," Mina (Lora's mom) said with an accent, waving off my thanks. "Don't be stupid. We are only here to do this for our angels."

I grinned hearing that, holding Lora's hand. Aylin rolled her eyes. Everything Lora's mom said had dramatic flair. She exuded nurturing warmth, which explained why Lora seemed so sure of herself. There was no doubt she grew up in a loving home. Mina was a few inches shorter than Lora (5'8", I guessed), but heavier, darker-skinned, with the same brown eyes and wavy, dyed red hair. It felt a bit weird to compare, but even though she was heavier, her chest couldn't compare to her daughter's.

Dark-haired Aylin inherited her father's lighter skin and slightly rounder facial features than her sister. She was an inch taller than Lora, at six feet, but had a long, lean, small-breasted body that verged on thin. It made her look even taller. She was extremely pretty -- a loss for the male population at Boston College, as the junior was also gay.

Their dad, Mark, filled the front seat. He was 6'3" and weighed well over 250 pounds. He had a receding hairline and laughed more than he talked.

"What did you do to your hair?!" Aylin stared at Lora.

Mina and Mark whipped their heads around. It was their first glimpse of Lora's dark-haired version, she had dyed her hair from dirty blonde to dark brown only a few days earlier.

"I think it looks great," her dad said predictably. I think he would have been proud as hell if his daughters had shaved their heads and covered them in tattoos. Well, maybe.

"Super!" Her mom exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "You look so beautiful, so much like my Alara (her mom's older sister)."

"Hard to say I hate it since you copied my hair color, but good on you, sis," Aylin said, smiling.

With that, we were off. Lora skillfully deflected her mom's barrage of questions about who we had been staying with and what we had been doing for the past few days. Aylin was amused, glancing back and forth between her sister and mom like they were at Wimbledon.

"Mama... you need to leave her alone and stop worrying so much," Aylin said, trying to calm her mother. Then she added: "They were probably banging all weekend."

I almost choked; Aylin, Lora, and even her dad burst out laughing. Her mom waved her hands in the air, pleading for divine patience, then smacked Mark for laughing.

Aylin took devilish delight in torturing her mom about her sister, especially as it deflected Mina's concerns for her youngest daughter being gay and man-less. Lora had told me that her mom viewed lesbianism as just a phase until Aylin met the right guy, and that there were no gay women in Turkey; lots of fat, old men, but not women.

The drive to the apartment was otherwise uneventful, save that a few minutes before we arrived, Lora smiled and showed me her phone. A message from Tessa: "Does Owen want an interview?"

I smiled ear to ear. I felt like jumping in the air and doing fist pumps, but then doubt seeped in.

"What's the matter -- I thought you'd be thrilled?" She asked, immediately noting my mood change again.

"Complicated," I said, keeping my voice low. "Awkward and complicated. Hard to believe this is out of the blue with no strings attached."

Lora blinked, then nodded, understanding.

We had only met Tessa very recently and by fluke. She happened to be one of several people who wandered into a restaurant washroom while Lora and I were having sex in one of the stalls. Although we had been as discreet as possible, several people, including Tessa, had noticed. At least one had complained to the restaurant staff. Tessa reacted differently; she watched us without me noticing, then later gave Lora her number.

In another recurring theme of my being unaware, Lora contacted Tessa, and she and her husband ended up having drinks with us. They had confided that after Tessa's peeping, they'd had the best sex in years. Sensing at least Lora's exhibitionism, they proposed watching us have sex as they continued to rekindle their love lives. I also learned that Tessa's husband, Nick, worked in financing mergers and acquisitions -- my dream job. They generously accepted my doubt and squeamishness as we turned them down, but wanted to stay in contact.

Interviewing with a guy who wanted to watch my girlfriend and me fuck was really fucking awkward. Was this a bribe, an attempt to leverage me into reconsidering? If it wasn't, and the offer was sincere, then I could be pissing away a chance of a lifetime.

I frowned.

"We can talk about it and answer later," I said doubtfully.

"What is it -- what are you talking about?" Mina wanted to know.

"Owen just got offered an interview for a great job," Lora said proudly, eliminating any doubt about what she thought should happen. "But he is nervous."

That brought a chorus of "go for it" and "congratulations - they will love you" from her mom and dad.

"... And some people's lives just keep falling together perfectly," Aylin said, rolling her eyes at Lora. Lora smiled and stuck her tongue out, prompting her sister to say, "No, really, I am happy for you! I hope you get it."

I still wasn't sure about taking the interview, but I tried to ignore the knot growing in my stomach and thanked them.

My 18-year-old sister, Karlee, was there waiting for us with my mom (Olivia). It held all my worldly possessions: a DVD player, a small music system, two large sports bags full of clothes, and a suit coat bag. I figured moving in and unpacking for me would take all of two trips and 10 minutes.

I hugged them. My dad and brother were out golfing and would "catch up later."

Karlee, almost 19, had shoulder-length brown hair and an average build. I grudgingly admitted that even though she could be a pain, she was cute. She was headed to Vanderbilt as a Freshman. My mom was 47, thin, with short brown hair and a huge heart.

"Karls, you remember Aylin, Mina, and Mark?" I said, referring to their introduction several months earlier when we had celebrated the end of school with a dinner out.

Karlee stepped forward, waved to the parents, and hugged Aylin, then Lora. My reintroduction to Aylin was pretty dumb in retrospect, since they had hit it off and talked for hours that day, and then had been at the airport last week when Lora returned from Europe.

Thankfully, traffic at the apartment was light so that we could commandeer the elevator for the entire move-in. After about a dozen trips back and forth, we emptied both vehicles and began unpacking.

The apartment was very basic: a kitchen, a bathroom, a living room, a large bedroom, a couple of closets, and a small room that could be used as a prison-cell-sized bedroom or a small office. Lora immediately claimed the office.

Unpacking basically meant me tossing some clothing into the dresser that was already there, then stowing suits, ties, and dress shirts in the bedroom closet. Lora's dad and I then assembled a desk for the office while the girls zipped around the apartment, reconfiguring and redecorating. At one point, Lora's dad leaned in and told me the girls were making him dizzy and that we should do everything we could to look like we were hard at work, but drag out the desk assembly as long as we could. Hilarious. And smart.

"Almost done?" Lora asked, peeking into the office to admire our handiwork. "Oh, that looks good -- I still need to get a chair. When you get a sec, the mirror has to be put up."

She kissed me and dashed off to resume nesting.

"Stupid thing needs wall anchors," Mark said, referring to the mirror.

We finished the desk, then wandered through the apartment looking for the mirror. We found it leaning against the wall at the foot of the bed. It was easily five feet tall, with heavy gold-brass framing. It must have weighed about 80 pounds.

"Uh, where is this going?" I asked.

Lora pointed to the wall it leaned against, indicating she wanted it about two feet off the ground. Mark got out a level; we marked where the wall anchors would go and set about installing the thing. Ten minutes later, it was up. It was a nice mirror, although a bit gaudy, I thought, with all of the brass and gold trim.

"I love it -thank you, Mama," Lora said, admiring it and kissing her mom on the cheek, so much for bordering on gaudy. Although it was not an heirloom, they had picked up the mirror from someone selling Turkish antiques.

Aylin and Karlee stood in front of the mirror in identical poses, arms crossed. They both rolled onto the bed, then came up facing each other and pretended to embrace while staring at the mirror. Hilarious! They left the room, snickering and looking at Lora and me. Surprisingly, none of our parents mentioned it, but the mirror clearly reflected anything that would ever happen on the bed.

I remember that my reaction at the time was a very pithy "Oh" when I realized.

We paid the movers with a Chinese takeout supper, and by early evening we were alone, relaxing on the bed.

Exhausted, Lora's head rested on my chest. Her hand casually stroked my stomach while I had my arm around her. Her breathing became so even that I thought she was asleep. I could see in the reflection of that enormous mirror, though, that she was awake and watching our reflection.

She pulled my shirt out of my pants, her hand sliding down between my pants and underwear. She began to run her hand over my crotch, feeling me grow, but quickly grew impatient with the lack of room to navigate. She withdrew her hand, unbuttoned my pants, and slid them down to my knees.

She stroked me agonizingly slowly as my cock thickened and lengthened until it was aching. Once she was satisfied that I was hard enough, she pulled her shirt up over her chest, exposing her massive bra-encased tits. Sliding her hand into one of the large white cups, she pulled out her breast so it was resting on the still-clothed tit below it. She licked her finger, then used the moistened digit to trace a circle around and over her stiffening exposed nipple.

"Mmmm," she moaned, staring into the mirror. "I'm going to love this view. I love watching your face."

Taking her breast in her hand, she dragged the hard brown nipple the length of my shaft, paying special attention to rub it all over the head of my cock. A drop of pre-cum appeared on my cock. She licked it off immediately, purring as she savored the taste.

"You taste... incredible," she said. "I want to watch you empty this big, fucking cock all over my face and in my mouth."

Closing my eyes, basking in the feeling and her voice, my cock lurched, and more precum leaked out. I felt her tongue flick out over my cock immediately, the drop disappearing into her beautiful mouth.

Abruptly, she stopped. Her nipple still pressed against my shaft and her hand was still wrapped around the base of my cock, but she was not moving; rather, she was peering intently at the mirror.

"Hey... does that mirror look straight to you?" She asked, frowning.

"Hmmm... come to think of it, it does look a little on an angle," I replied, squinting.

Lora got up and stood in front of the mirror, staring. I would have been mesmerized by what was looking back at her, but she seemed a bit annoyed.

"Can you tell me when it looks straight?" She asked, then tilted the mirror slightly.

Crash!

The weight of the fucking thing had partially torn out one of the wall anchors. Lora's attempted adjustment finished the job. One of the bottom corners swung down and smashed right onto Lora's bare foot.

She cried out, crumpling to the floor. Dick still hanging out, I leaped off the bed, helped her up, and carried her back onto it. Blood was oozing out of a gash in her foot, which was already turning a nasty dark purple.

Lora was crying in my arms, holding her foot and rocking. I left her for a second to call for an ambulance and to get ice. Of course, since we'd just moved in, we didn't have ice or even ice cube trays. A cold cloth was all I could come up with, so I went back to her and tried to apply it without putting pressure on her foot.

"Fuck," I repeated like a thousand times until the ambulance arrived.

Although frazzled, I had enough of my shit together to put our clothes back on, then let the attendants in.

They cleaned her foot, bandaged it, and put ice on it. She shook her head, declining the stretcher, and we hobbled to the elevator and out to the ambulance. She was pale, but otherwise seemed to be OK, although still sobbing and grimacing. I knew it was only her foot, so she wasn't going to die... but, fuck.

On the way to the hospital, I called her mom and told her what had happened (minus some details). Complete hysteria and pandemonium on the other end of the line. I overheard screaming about going to the hospital, and then the line went dead.

Lora overheard and laughed.

"I hope everyone working in the hospital tonight likes baklava," she joked.

I joined in laughing and held her hand. The ride to the hospital was quick. Feeling relatively useless, I filled the time holding her hand, asking repeatedly how she was feeling, and making stupid jokes for my own sake more than anyone else's.

The ambulance attendant, a heavy-set guy in his 40s, spent the ride doing triage and asked what had happened.

"A fucking 10-ton mirror smashed down on her foot," I answered colorfully and accurately.

Lora grinned.

The ambulance guy said the cut didn't look too bad, but might need stitches. The bigger issue may be that they will have to check for deeper tissue and bone damage. Lora's expression turned dark upon hearing that.

They wheeled her into the hospital straight to an examination room. The only perk of coming in by ambulance was avoiding the waiting room. Lora and I parted ways then. I went to the waiting room, and she went off for a more detailed examination.

Lora's parents arrived about 10 minutes later. Her dad seemed calm. Her mom was not. Sadly, there was no sign of any baklava. Mark's face fell when I told him how the accident had happened. I would have blamed myself too, so I completely empathized.

Half an hour later, a nurse came out saying that they had taken her in for X-rays but that there was no nerve damage that they could detect.

Another half hour and still no Lora, but there was news: two displaced fractures of metatarsals and severe bruising. The cut was no big deal in comparison. Lora was meeting with an orthopedic surgeon to see if surgery was needed. Again: fuck.

Another hour, another visit from a nurse to let us know she had gone in for surgery that was expected to last a couple of hours. Fuck.

Four hours later (well after midnight), a tired, worn, pale Lora was with us, complete with a boot cast. The whole thing was foggy to me, but the doctor explained that the bones should heal in less than two months, with full recovery within three or four months. Hearing this, Lora began sobbing.

The doctor left us, and with the staff's help, we got her into her parents' car.

Her mom insisted she convalesce at home so she could be cared for, then told her not to be upset, saying she was lucky and everything would be fine.

As Mina talked on, I could see Lora's eyes narrow and darken until her restraint finally broke.

"Mom... you have to listen," she began dangerously. "I have fucking school. I have work to do. I can't be sitting at your house for five fucking months getting fat until my stupid foot is healed. What the fuck is Owen supposed to do -- move in with you? Oh God. I'm going to lose my last year of eligibility and miss camp. Fuck. I won't be able to do dryland. I'm going to be as fat as a fucking cow lying around. I am so fucking stupid."

No one spoke until we were back at the apartment. I thanked her parents for the drive, smiling weakly and apologetically as I said goodbye and helped Lora into our new home.

Once inside, Lora threw off her shoe and smashed it against the wall. She shook off my hand as I tried to help her, then tore off her walking boot and hopped to the bedroom. Balancing on one foot, she got changed for bed and crawled under the covers. She rolled over onto her side, facing away from me. I could hear her sobbing.

Slowly, I changed, trying to assemble what I would say next carefully. Without turning, she patted the space behind her on the bed. That was something.

I got into bed, spooned her, and put my arm around her. She hugged my arm and kissed the back of my hand.

"My mom hates me now," she said. "Thank you for not saying everything would be OK."

"It really sucks," I said finally, hugging her harder. "It will keep sucking, but you'll get through it, and I'll help -- when you let me. Happy new apartment."

"Mirror's still crooked," she said, chuckling.

Lora's mood stayed dark all week. She resolutely refused any help when she could manage. To her credit, she didn't miss any time working at school. She left after me at 8 a. m. and came back at 6 p. m., the boot cast flying off the minute she walked in. We ordered out every night, chatted a bit, tried to watch movies, but invariably wound up going to bed early.

She wouldn't let me fix the mirror.

We didn't have sex. By Saturday afternoon, it had been only a four-day dry spell, but it was the longest since we met, except when she was in Europe.

She ignored the season training camp prep messages until she decided she wouldn't be ready in time, and that was it for basketball. She did manage to set up a meeting to establish some dryland gym training.

She mostly avoided calls from her family and friends (including Tasha), except for the bare minimum. I warned Tasha about what was going on. She felt horrible for Lora, but sympathized.

She reached out to Tessa for me. I got Nick's contact information and agreed to do the interview, but insisted that it be this coming Saturday night. Nothing formal. Just pizza, wine, beer, or whatever. I told Lora. She brightened for a moment, then shrugged and said, "That'll be nice."

On Saturday afternoon, she showered, then plopped down on the couch next to me, naked.

"I'm not fat yet," she said. She watched the tent forming in my shorts. She kissed me and rose to her feet. "Thank you for surviving my mini-psychosis. I think I am almost done with the angry, self-loathing, self-pitying phase. I'm relieved about ball. Leaves more time for other, more important things. I think I am OK now. Maybe you can do the mirror today. Would you be OK if I went back to dirty blonde?"

"You look a lot better than OK -- and of course!" I said, watching her breasts and ass bounce and sway with each hop across the room to the bedroom. She looked phenomenal. "Would it be bad of me to ask you to hop around while we're in here even after your foot is OK?"

Laughter drifted out of the bedroom. I messaged Tasha, "All good," and got a "Yay!" response a few seconds later.

"I got a surprise today," she said. "No peeking."

"OK, but they'll be here in like an hour, and I have to get changed, too," I said.

"Is this your stuff on the side of the bed?" She asked.

"Yeah -- that's mine," I replied.

I heard her laugh, and a second later my clothes flew out of the bedroom and landed in a heap in the hallway. The door closed.

"OK, I'll get dressed out here then if that is OK with you," I called back, chuckling.

Tessa and Nick were due right around 5 p. m. -- 20 minutes from now. They even offered to pick up the pizza and were bringing drinks.

The bedroom door opened, and my heart almost stopped when Lora stepped out.

The most phenomenal woman wearing the most phenomenal dress I had ever seen.

Completely black, it started with an inch-wide collar at the throat. Her arms and shoulders were bare. The sleeveless dress stretched diagonally from the collar to her sides, ending at her breasts. It not only left her shoulders bare front and back, but also provided a teasing view of the very tops of each tanned breast. The teasing ended as the dress wrapped around at chest level. It left most of the side of each huge, golden-brown breast exposed while somehow containing the rest under the incredibly stretched and filmy chest panel. I eventually was able to tear my eyes away from her tits and admire the rest of the dress.

The clingy black material extended about three inches below her breasts, then just ended in the front and back an inch or so above her waist. A gust of wind would have lifted the front and back, exposing her ass and pussy completely if it were not for laces that began at mid-waist and joined the front and back panels. The laces continued down over each hip to just below her ass. Although the back of the dress flared out and widened to cover her ass, it left her sides, hips, and all of her legs bare. The dress went down as far as mid-calf. She wore a high-heeled black boot on one foot and the other boot she had painted black. She was probably an inch taller than me now.

She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, waiting. Her hair was in a loose, high ponytail, but she'd deliberately left some strands loose in front to fall into her face.

I couldn't speak and barely managed to walk to my phone and snap a photo.

"You like?"

"Oh fuck... I don't like... I love," I groaned. "It... you... are fucking incredible. I feel like my heart is going to explode."

She smiled.

"I love you," she said, running her hands up the front of her dress.

"You can't do that," I warned. "You'll have everyone within a mile cumming in their pants."

She smiled wider, not stopping as she ran her hands over her curves.

"I love it," she said. "It's the first time in days I've felt sexy. When I looked at myself, I almost wished I could fuck myself."

Yeah, she really said that.

Her stumbly, lopsided walk into the kitchen did nothing to make her look any less gorgeous. I just stared, shaking my head.

"What?" she said, her mouth twisted into a grin, eyes sparkling as she brushed a strand of hair from her face.

"I'd have to invent a new language to describe how you look and make me feel right now," I said, shaking my head again.

"I love you," she said, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

The doorbell rang, and I went to answer. Nick and Tessa had arrived.

Tessa was about 5'6", slightly on the thin side of average build, with long, straight blonde hair she had curled over one shoulder and between two great bell-shaped, C-cup breasts. She wore a burgundy shirt, curve-hugging black pants, and matching shoes. She looked hot. Not volcanic lava Lora hot, but still hot.

Nick stood next to his attractive wife, pizza balanced in one hand and a bottle of liquor in the other. Scotch, as it turned out. He was just a bit shorter than me, about Lora's height, with an average build, short dark hair, and a short, matching beard. He waved the Scotch as he entered.

"Interview lube," he joked. I laughed, turning when the two of them stopped dead in their tracks. Lora had stepped from around the corner to greet our guests.

"Sweet Jesus," Nick mumbled, unblinking and rooted to the spot. He looked at me uncertainly. I shrugged. I knew how he felt.

"Don't sweat it, Nick," I said. "I had the same reaction."

Tessa stepped past us, took Lora in her arms for a hug. She broke the hug and slowly walked around my girlfriend, taking it all in as Lora smiled unabashedly.

"Oh, your poor foot," she said sympathetically, noticing the cast on your foot. "I don't usually swear a lot, but that dress is fucking perfect on you. Oh, my God - it's gorgeous. Where did you get it?"

I wasn't listening. I don't think my ears were working. I never found out where she got it. I never cared to ask. I was spellbound.

"Uh yeah - Owen told me about your accident. That sucks. Sorry about your foot," Nick said. I don't think he had blinked yet.

"Her foot is down there," Tessa said, pointing down and following his gaze to my girlfriend's chest. Motioning to the dress, she asked, "Can I feel it?"

Lora nodded, smiling.

Tessa touched the material on Lora's side, just below the exposed side of her breast. She ran her hand down to Lora's naked waist and hip, then back up past her waist to the visible swell of her breast.

"Oh my God," she gasped. "They're real."

Lora and I burst out laughing. Even Nick stopped staring and joined in.

"You thought my boobs were fake?" Lora said, laughing so hard she snorted.

"Sorry, I guess you can tell I was surprised," she apologized, laughing. "I was talking to Will about them on the way here, and we were pretty sure they were not what God gave you. Well I was sure anyway. I should have known, though, since you are only 22 and we're not in California."

"It's completely OK," Lora said, smiled, and reached out to cup one of Tessa's breasts. "You've got great boobs, Tessa. Very impressive. Very real. Wait - did you call him Will?"

Tessa explained that her husband's real name was Will and that Nicholas was his middle name. She had already told me her real name, but her husband was more cautious about giving out names until they knew us better.

"Uh, maybe we should close the door if you two are going to fondle each other," I said, shutting the door.

I took the pizza from Will and put it on the kitchen table.

"Do we wanna eat before it gets cold?" I asked. Honestly, I had eaten cold pizza the next day all through university, so I wouldn't have minded eating it cold, especially if the girls were going to explore each other's bodies. Given our conversation earlier in the week, when we begged off on performing for them, I knew they were just being playful, and it wouldn't lead to anything anyway.

"Of course," Tessa said, gratefully accepting a glass of red wine and passing it to Lora, then taking one for herself. I got glasses and ice for her husband and me, then joined the others at the table. Will opened the bottle and poured stiff drinks for each of us.

"I don't know why I am admitting this, but I have no clue about Scotch," Will said apologetically. "I bought it to impress you guys, but I can't tell the difference between great Scotch and antifreeze."

I laughed and admitted I was in the same boat. I handed out plates, and we dug in.

"I think Will thinks of this as much an interview of us as it is an interview for you," Tessa added, smiling.

I found this turn in the conversation surprising. If anything, Will intimidated me: a great job, a house, wife, kids. All things I wanted for us.

Lora shook her head while taking a big sip of wine.

"Better take it easy on the wine - I wouldn't want to fall and break my other foot," she laughed, sending ripples across her dress. "Seriously though, the interview was over days ago. You wouldn't be here if you didn't come through with flying colors."

Will smiled, trying not to stare and failing.

"Oh, who wants to see the scene of the crime?" Lora asked, rising. She grabbed Tessa's hand before she could answer, and dragged her into the bedroom.

I stayed at the table, but Will followed them.

"Holy crap, that's a big mother mirror," he said.

"You're lucky it didn't break and slice your foot off," Tessa agreed.

"I never thought of any of it as being lucky, but... huh... I guess you're right," Lora replied.

They came back to the table with Lora, of course, shaking off the couple's help. I'm not sure, though, whether the help was for Lora's benefit or theirs.

We were just digging into our second pieces of pizza when there was a knock at the door, then the sound of someone fumbling with the lock. I got up to get the door while the others looked on curiously. I was really hoping this wasn't one of our parents checking in on us.

The door swung open just as I got to it. There stood Tasha with a huge smile on her face. She was dressed for work, but her hair was damp, and she had a large bag slung over her shoulder.

She almost leaped into my arms when she saw me, kissing me on the lips and grinding herself into my pelvis.

"Hi!" I exclaimed happily. I yelled out to Lora. "Babe, it's Tasha."

"OK, so I'm not sure how this is going to work," she said quickly, dropping her bag to the floor and stripping as she came in. "But I was at the gym and felt the sweat trickle down between my legs. I started thinking about you right away and got wet. Really wet. Not from sweat. I almost ran to the shower and had the hardest time not fingering myself. All I could think of was your cock stretching me and maybe making me pass out. That was so incredibly hot, and just from your mouths."

She stepped past me towards the kitchen; her shirt was loose and partially unbuttoned, and her pants were on the floor behind her.

"Uh. Tasha... this is Will, and you and Tessa have met, I think," I said, suppressing a laugh as she stepped into their view.

Both Tessa and Will were wide-eyed. Will's mouth hung open; Tessa smiled. They didn't say a word, but waved. Lora laughed silently, watching Tasha's complexion go from creamy white to red in a second.

"Oh, God. I'm so sorry," she apologized, backing up to pick up her discarded pants. "I didn't know you had company. Please tell me you didn't hear any of that. Lora, how is your foot?"

"Don't be silly, Tash - we're all friends here," Lora said, rising to her feet. "Do you have time for a glass or something stiffer?"

I'm not sure how she kept her face straight saying that, but I don't think Tasha was listening anyway. She had finally shed enough of the panic to notice Lora.

"Oh, my fuck," she said. "You look amazing."

Willa and Tessa stayed silent, no doubt trying to figure out what was going on. I heard Tessa whisper to her husband that Tasha was one of the sisters she saw licking my cum out of Lora's pussy at the restaurant. Will didn't answer, but his gaze kept shifting between the three women.

"Did you need Owen's help with something?" Lora asked innocently. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind the distraction while I entertained our guests."

"I was hoping it would be OK," she began, her eyes wandering over my girlfriend's curves. "But I was wondering if you and I could talk instead. It's important."

Lora's eyes lit up hearing that. She shuffled forward, taking Tasha's pants from her and leading her into the bedroom.

"OK, what the fuck was that?" Will asked.

"Uh, she's my best friend's fiancée's sister," I said, hoping to leave it at that. Knowing that we'd put this attractive couple off only to have them think we fucked anything that moved wouldn't likely go over very well.

Will frowned. He was about to say something when he heard giggling coming from the bedroom. It didn't last long, though, and was replaced by moaning. The bedroom wasn't as soundproofed as we thought.

"Oh, fuck, little girl... that feels so good," Lora's voice drifted through the closed door. "I love how you suck my big tits. Do you want another finger inside you yet?"

I'm not sure how Will was coping with this, but I am fairly certain it would be the only interview either of us ever had where we both had erections. I thought that Tessa was unaffected, but then noticed her eyes.

The pupils of her pretty hazel eyes had grown huge and shiny, her eyelids blinking slowly as if they'd become heavy. She listened intently as she stared at her husband.

"Does this happen often?" She asked.

"Um, no, actually," I said honestly, thinking the best strategy here would be to pretend I hadn't heard anything. "Tasha broke up with her boyfriend... fiancé, actually... recently, and talking to Lora seems to be helping her get past it."

"I'll bet," Tessa said, grinning.

"So, I haven't sent you a CV or anything. Did you want to ask me anything?"

Although completely distracted by the moaning coming from the other room, Will managed to ask some very basic questions about career goals, working in teams versus independently, my ideal work setting, and that hated "What can you do for us?" question that everyone who has interviewed since the dawn of time has loathed.

I managed to quickly talk about my career goals and how school laid the foundation for a career and, almost as importantly, taught me to learn and adapt. Complete horseshit words, of course. I was hoping the blood pumping into his crotch was making it hard for him to hear anything I said.

I needn't have worried. He nodded, seeming lost in thought as Lora's voice rang out through the door.

"You little bitch -- you bit my cunt," Lora said, then moaned. "Fuck - do it again. I can make you bleed again if you want. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Will looked shocked for a second, not sure if he had heard that right. Tessa's expression didn't change, but I noticed she was leaning forward in her seat so that the hard nipples showing through her shirt were brushing against her arms folded in the table.

Maybe all interviews should be like this to test people's composure under pressure, I wondered.

I tried to refocus, talking about work habits and what I was doing now, but the slurping, slapping, and sucking sounds coming from the bedroom made it impossible to concentrate. I had no idea if anything I said was even in English. A big part of me, a throbbing, leaking part, wanted to postpone the interview. They had been in there 20 minutes. How much longer could it go, especially since Tasha had to be at work?

"I'll be honest," Will said, trying to act professional. "You're young. You have very little experience... uh, work experience. The position would report directly to me. You'd be working under me... I don't mean it like that... nothing sexual... but part of your job is to make me look good. Fuck. Do you think they'll be much longer?"

"I have no idea, but Tasha does have to get to work," I said uncertainly. I so wished I were in there instead of making a fool of myself out here. I felt confident in the bedroom; here I felt like a little kid.

I refilled everyone's glasses just as I heard Tasha whimpering.

"That's it," Lora urged. "Keep sliding your pussy over my face. I want you to cum so bad, baby girl. When you get to work, I want you to make yourself cum again thinking of Owen's cock ripping your cunt apart like before. Can you do that? Oh, fuck... you're cumming now, aren't you?"

Tasha shrieked several times, then moaned for about 15 seconds.

"Lucky girl," Tessa said. Her lips parted slightly, her pink tongue visible. "I really hope they are done. That was the other girl, though -wasn't it? I didn't hear Lora."

"Yeah," Will agreed. "I don't know if there is anything else to... uh... ask at this point anyway."

"You probably won't... hear Lora's side of things," I said, choosing to answer Tessa first. "She really likes talking, but most of the time it takes a long time for her... to get her point across."

Fuck this was horrible. I couldn't stop babbling like an idiot, pretending we were talking about something else.

"Will, I really want this job," I said, careful to sound hungry rather than needy and make my pitch before my dick took complete control over my brain. "One thing you won't get from anyone else is that I already know and like you. I want to impress you, and doing anything to disappoint you would be something I'd take personally."

As I said it, I knew the wheels were falling off.

Will looked pained. Tessa looked ready to start masturbating right at the table.

"Maybe we should go and talk about this later?" Will suggested. Tessa looked very disappointed but started to get up anyway.

The bedroom door opened. Tasha dashed out, heading straight for the door.

"Very nice to meet you," she shouted. "I'll be thinking about you, Owen. Talk later."

Great.

The couple was not far behind her, standing in the doorway just long enough to say goodnight to Lora before leaving.

"What's happening? Where are you going?" Lora said, limping out of the bedroom. She had changed out of the dress and into a baggy plain white T-shirt and black athletic shorts. Part of her ponytail had come loose, leaving even more hair hanging in her face. She still looked incredibly sexy.

"I think we should leave and maybe take this up some other time," Will said.

Tessa leaned in to hug Lora.

"Why? It's still early," Lora complained. "I am sorry that I was gone for so long. Blame Tasha, though. She has such a talented tongue."

That startled the couple. Lora took advantage of the pause and pressed on, leaning into my shoulder for support.

"Full disclosure: Tasha has me so worked up, I'm about ready to beg Owen to fuck me for the rest of the night. You can stay, but if you have to leave, I understand."

With that, she spun and went into the kitchen, took a bite of pizza, and grabbed her wine glass. She went into the living room, set the glass down, and peeled off her shirt and shorts.

She was naked underneath.

"Owen... are you coming?" She asked, then chuckled. "You better be planning on it."

After four days without, even though it may cost me a job, I gave in and headed into the living room. I apologized to Will and Tessa and went off to fuck my girlfriend.

Lora was sitting on a chair, stroking her clit, and licking the tops of her tits.

"You started without me," I said, waiting to hear the apartment door shut behind me.

"I can't help it, baby," Lora said, pretending to apologize. "I'm so fucking horny. I'm sopping... here come kiss me. I still taste Tasha's cunt."

I leaned in for a kiss, sliding my tongue into her mouth and around hers. It may have just been what Lora said affecting me subliminally, but I swear I could taste Tasha on her tongue.

Lora's hands had wandered to my pants. She unbuckled the belt and deftly pulled off my pants and underwear in one motion. Her hand found my raging erection and began to pull on my cock as I licked down from her mouth and over her throat. I bent over, lowering my mouth to suck in a rock-hard nipple. Lora continued jerking my rampant erection with one hand while holding my head to her breast with the other.

Careful to steer clear of her maimed foot, I squeezed and caressed her huge tits together. Rubbing the nipples together, I licked them both at the same time, then sucked them into my mouth. I got a great rhythm going, sucking and licking, then biting both of the engorged nipples.

Lora's head was back, moaning and barely stroking my cock anymore as she concentrated on the feeling of my mouth on her tits.

"Oh, I'm glad you decided to stay," she said. "Please... use the couch."

Looking sideways, I finally noticed Tessa and Will standing there six feet away in the middle of the room. They were watching us while rubbing themselves and each other through their clothing.

"You OK?" Lora asked quietly.

My cock had wilted the minute I realized we had an audience.

"Yeah, I just... guess they surprised me," I admitted slowly.

"Here, I'll get you back up and running," Lora said, pulling me away from her tits. She began to stroke my cock in earnest, trying to put some life in it. It did recover a bit but was nowhere near fully erect. Sensing my growing frustration (and stage fright), Lora slid my cock into her mouth and began swirling her tongue along the shaft and around the head. Mostly flaccid, my cock posed no challenge to her whatsoever, and she was able to put the whole thing in her mouth.

It helped, but only a little. This was a disaster.

"Before we get into it, can we watch you?" Lora asked the other couple. "And for God's sake... take off those clothes."

I heard Tessa giggle as the couple peeled off their clothes and sat back on the couch. Within a minute, both were naked and on the couch, locked in a kiss while their hands roamed all over each other.

"You guys are gorgeous," Lora said next to me, still holding my cock as we watched. "Your boobs are perfect, Tessa, and your cock looks delicious, Will."

Tessa was pulling on Will's cock with one hand while stroking his arm with the other. My eyes didn't linger long on him, but I noticed he was in better shape than I'd thought at first. He had some extra weight on his stomach but a wide, deep chest and muscular arms. Obviously, he spent at least some time in the gym, with a typical developed upper body but relatively skinny legs. He had a big set of nuts that went with what I would call an average-sized cock somewhere close to six inches. His cock was widest at the head, with a thinner shaft that disappeared down into a small patch of dark pubic hair. Lora later described the shape of his cock as a pacifier where you could suck on the end all day. I will have to take her word for it.

At the moment, the cockhead in question looked ready to explode. Tessa tugging only on the end had turned the beast a dark purple.

Tessa... good God, Tessa.

Clothing gone, she was nothing short of stunning, and I couldn't even see her pussy or ass yet. She had slender arms and legs and killer bell-shaped tits that looked much bigger out of clothes than in. The tops of her breasts were slender, with all of the weight in a large, round tit at the bottom. Will was doing exactly what I would be doing and was paying homage to them with his hands, lifting them, squeezing them while rubbing her large pink nipples.

"Wow," I said, feeling the blood pumping into my cock. Lora gave me a quick reassuring squeeze as I thickened and stretched out in her hand. "My girlfriend is right. You are gorgeous. Can you open your legs?"

Tessa did as requested immediately. I had only a couple of seconds to admire her pussy before Will's hand blocked the view. She had more pubic hair than Lora, but not enough that it blocked the view of a spectacular pussy. Though shorter than Lora by almost half a foot, it looked like her slit was longer than Lora's, with large outer lips and small pink inner ones that were already wet and shiny. Will was sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy rapidly, making an amazing wet sound. That was enough for me.

"Good God, Owen -- are you trying to make me jealous?" Lora said, now using both hands on me. Turning the tables and putting the other couple on display made all the difference somewhere deep in the chaos of my brain. My erection was as big as it ever was, developing a slight curve to the left with Lora's bottom hand no longer able to reach around my shaft on the downstroke.

She licked the precum off the end of my cock as soon as it appeared.

"I need you inside me, baby," she said.

Gingerly, she twisted her body around so that she was now facing the chair with her ass facing me. She partially turned, spat into her hand, and stroked my cock, pulling me towards her.

"They're gonna fuck," I heard from behind me as I admired the incredible view of Lora's pussy and ass. Although I've always loved the sight of her spitting into her hands and then using them on me for lubrication, there was absolutely no need this time. Her pussy was literally dripping. Tasha had done a great job!

I couldn't resist and leaned in, drilling my tongue in as far as it could go into her cunt. I stroked my cock slowly as I pushed deeper until my nose was also buried deep between the cheeks of her ass.

"Oh fuck, baby," Lora moaned. "Just like that... your tongue is so fucking deep."

"Oh, fuck, I love your cunt so much," I groaned into her. "I missed how you taste. I'd bury my whole head in you if I could."

"Oh, baby...," Lora giggled. "I'd love that, but I really, really want your cock. I've missed it so much."

I stood above her, stroked my cock a few times, and then moved over to her mouth. Even though she wanted it inside her pussy, she seemed only too happy to run her tongue along my shaft, then take me into her mouth. She began sucking, drawing me deeper slowly until I reached the back of her mouth. She held my cock there, running her tongue down and around my shaft. It felt fucking amazing, but I still had more than a couple of inches outside her mouth, and I needed to go deeper.

"I love it when you have your hair in a ponytail, baby," I said, stroking her hair as she bathed my cock. "So fucking sexy."

I stopped stroking her hair and grabbed the ponytail, jerking it forward. My cock pushed an inch into her throat. She gagged, but didn't push me back. I held it there for about 15 seconds, then pulled her off my cock using her ponytail.

"Oh fuck... oh God," she said, long strings of spit falling from her mouth to my cock and down between her tits. "Fuck... I almost came."

"Jesus...," Will said from behind me.

I turned. Tessa had her back to me, straddling Will's waist. She was holding him tightly, her breasts mashed against his chest as she bounced up and down on his cock. Will was watching us, looking over his wife's shoulder. She had a great ass -- almost a bubble butt built for bouncing on cock.

I was about to ask if he could spin her around so I could see her bouncing tits and stretched-open pussy, but before I could, Tessa lifted her head off Will's shoulder and craned her head to look at us.

"What is it -- what did I miss?" she asked her husband. She lifted her leg off him, flipping around to face us. Her great tits were dripping sweat, hanging deliciously almost to his thigh when she bent down to pull his dick back inside her.

"God... you feel so big," she moaned.

I turned back to Lora. She was smiling, reaching back and holding her pussy open for me.

"Fuck, baby. You look so amazing," I said, standing over her ass. I stroked my cock a couple of times, then smacked it off her ass. Bending a little, I was able to slap my cock against the entrance to her pussy, making a wet slapping sound that filled the room.

"Oh shit -- that's so hot," I heard Tessa say.

I pushed Lora's back so she was parallel to the floor and grabbed her hips. I should have slid in fairly easily with how wet she was, but my cock was swollen as large as it ever had been before, and I did actually meet some resistance. With only the head in, I rocked back and forth, allowing her to adjust to my cock.

Lora leaned forward, resting one arm on the chair seat, her head on it. Her other hand was tearing at her pussy, like she was possessed. Her hand was continuously bumping my cock, threatening to knock it out of her pussy.

"Don't fucking stop... give me all of it," she panted.

Her wish is my command, and it's one way to make sure her hand won't dislodge me. I pulled her hips towards me, burying all but the last inch in one thrust.

"That must have fucking hurt," Will said. "He just rammed the whole thing in her."

Lora gasped and then began moaning steadily.

"Not quite all," I corrected him. "She'll have to beg for all of it."

"That's it, baby... do that... fuck me," she pleaded.

To be clear, if any of us is going to beg for anything, it is 100% going to be me. I said it for show, as much as anything, to get into the role. Plus, depending on how Lora was feeling, that tone really got her aroused. At least I could pretend to be in control.

Pulling and pushing her hips, I drove cock in and out of Lora while she destroyed her clitoris. Our fucking was making a wet flesh-on-flesh slapping sound that I knew drove both Lora and I crazy. Then sure enough...

"Oh, baby. Listen to that sound we're making," Lora said. "Fuck, I love it. You know how much I love it. Look, baby -- they're going to cum."

I looked over. Both Tessa and Will were groaning, eyes closed. She was leaning forward with her hands braced on his knees while his were around her, mashing her breasts against her ribcage. The strokes were very short and very fast, speeding up as they came together.

Will groaned as he came inside his wife. She didn't make a sound, but leaned back against him, hooking her arm around his neck, kissing him.

"That was beautiful," Lora said. Exactly what I was thinking.

"Why don't you ever fuck me like that?" Lora asked, feigning sadness.

I pulled my cock out of her, slapped her on the ass, and motioned for her to flip over.

She laughed, moved up so she was leaning back into the chair with her gaping pussy facing me. She was using both hands on her pussy. One to hold the lips apart and the other to reach in and pull out cunt juice, which she was liberally applying to her tits.

Once she was satisfied, she used both hands to lift her tits to her mouth, using her tongue to lick them clean.

"Holy fuck!" Will exclaimed. Even after just cumming, he was amazed. Then again, you'd have to be dead not to be.

"Fucking amazing -- isn't she?" I said, grabbing a tit, lifting it to her mouth, and rubbing the nipple against her lips before pushing it into her mouth. She kept the tit in her mouth, sucking.

"You wanted to know why I don't fuck you like that?" I asked her. "It's cuz I love fucking you like this!"

I pushed her legs up until they rested on my shoulders, her feet dangling over my back, then buried my entire cock in her.

"Oh fuck, baby... yeah... Oh fuck... amazing," she moaned around her tit. This was hot as hell, but I was worried about what the bumping might be doing to her foot.

"Does your foot hurt, baby? Want me to slow down?" I asked.

"Oh fuck... yes, my foot hurts... my cunt hurts... my tits hurt... it's so fucking amazing... don't stop... I've been a bitch to you all week... I deserve whatever you give me... I don't deserve your cum...," Lora said, her voice taking on a deep husky tone at the end.

I sped up, and she began humping back at me; our asses became a blur as my cock smashed her and her cunt smashed me.

"Fuck... fuck... oh God... oh God," she groaned. She had abandoned her tits and was holding her head in her hands, almost crying. "Oh fuck.. you're going to make me cum so hard... I don't deserve it though... I was such a fucking bitch... but please... please don't stop."

I didn't. If anything, I actually sped up.

"Oh fuck... cumming... fuck... oh God... fuck... oh," she cried. Eyes clenched shut, her body stiffened as she grabbed fistfuls of her own hair. Her cunt had an iron grip on my cock. I'm sure I couldn't have pulled out if I wanted to.

A minute later, her eyes flickered open.

"I love you," she said almost in a whisper.

"Now that... was beautiful," I said, smiling at her.

Tessa was sitting across Will's lap, her head buried in his neck. They were smiling, watching us.

"Oh, you poor huge thing," Lora said, addressing my cock. "You never filled me with your delicious cream. Let's fix that."

I didn't admit it, but it was not going to take much at this point to make me cum. Four says of nothing, but still being around the sexiest woman I can imagine - then this -- I was ready to bust.

"How the hell did you not come after that?" Will said incredulously. "We almost came again."

I laughed, but it was cut short as Lora grabbed my cock, her hand a blur moving up and down my shaft in five-inch strokes.

"Fuck, Lora. You're going to break my dick -- keep going though," I said, pushing my cock further forward towards her.

"I know what you want," she said, slowing her hand. She turned to Will and Tessa. "Tessa, can I borrow you for a second... I promise you won't have to do anything sexual... nasty maybe, but not sexual."

Tessa sprang to her feet. Even unsure of what was up, Will knew something was going to happen and began slowly stroking his cock back to life.

Tessa looked nervously from Lora's torturous stroking of my cock to her face.

"How can I help?" Tessa said, nervous but excited by whatever was coming up.

"I need your mouth," Lora replied. Tessa looked alarmed, looking uncertainly at my cock again. "No, not for that... although it would be... never mind. No, I need you to spit on me right here between my tits."

"Here?" Tessa said, putting her hand on Lora's right breast.

"No," Lora said, smiling.

"Here?" Tessa said again, now pinching Lora's nipple between two fingers and rolling it around.

"No... that feels so fucking good, but right here," she said, holding her tits apart.

Tessa hit the mark this time. Her saliva coated the inside of both Lora's huge tits, leaking down to her navel.

"More?" Lora asked.

Tessa worked herself up for the next one, then spat just a little higher than the first one, creating a nice pool of drool in Lora's cleavage.

"Oooo, that was a good one," Lora complimented her, squeezing her breasts together to spread the spit. "Thank you so much."

Tessa glanced at my cock and turned to go back to the couch. I was going crazy watching this scene unfold, and grabbed her hand on the way by.

She was surprised, but didn't pull away. I pulled her hand and laid it on my cock where Lora's had been. She didn't move, but when I put my hand over hers, she grabbed my cock. I looked to Lora, who almost imperceptibly nodded for me to go ahead. I was incredibly turned on, and for the first time I could remember, I got even more excited when I saw her hand couldn't reach around me. I also noticed that she smelled amazing. A light scent of sweat, mixed with sex and whatever she normally wore... something cinnamon-like.

She didn't move, waiting for me to take the next step.

I reach down to the base of my cock, pushing her hand higher up the shaft where her fingers were almost able to touch. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Will still stroking his cock -- much more excited than worried.

I pushed my hips forward, fucking both our hands. Tessa gasped but didn't let go, so I repeated the motion four more times. I was getting close, though.

Lora sensed that and reached over, prying Tessa's hand off me. She licked the palm of Tessa's hand, making her giggle, then thanked her again.

Tessa walked slowly back to the couch, swaying her hips exaggeratedly. She didn't sit back in Will's lap, but next to him, leaned over and took his cock into her mouth. Still facing us, her mouth slid up and down his cock as she watched.

I straddled Lora's stomach, crouching down until some of my weight rested on her, then moved forward, sliding my cock between her tits.

"They wanted a show," she whispered. "Give them one."

Lora pushed her tits together. Even as swollen as my dick was, her tits were big enough to make all but the last inch or so of the head of my cock disappear. Her tongue almost but not quite reached my cock. Ever wanting to please my girlfriend, I pushed forward a bit, and she got her reward.

Lora began sliding her tits up and down my cock while I thrust myself into her cleavage. The motion was easy, thanks to the lube Tessa provided. By timing it right, I reached her mouth and pushed in most of the head.

Lora looked over at Will and Tessa.

"So does he have the job?"

In no time, the excruciatingly amazing feel of her tongue and mouth on my cock had me at the boiling point.

I was just withdrawing from her mouth when I felt my balls tense up and my cock expand.

I pushed back up, anxious to pump my load into her mouth, but didn't quite make it. A huge amount of precum leaked out of me, followed by a long string of creamy sperm that shot up over Lora's chin, past her mouth, hitting her in the bridge of the nose, then swinging sideways across her forehead into her hair.

"Oh fuck... he's cumming," Tessa whispered. Then louder, "Yes, he has the job!"

"Fuck yes... what a fucking load," Lora cried out, cheering me on.

She probably expected me to try and cover her face in cum, but I really wanted nothing better than to bury myself in her mouth and fill her stomach with my sperm.

Groaning, I slid up to her head as my second volley built.

Mildly surprised, she was still more than willing to take me into her mouth. I slid in, fucking against her tongue as I continued to ejaculate. Her throat was working rapidly, swallowing. After what felt like hours (or 15 seconds), I pulled out, leaving a trail of saliva and semen on Lora's chin.

"Fuck," I said, flopping down on the floor. "That was so fucking intense."

"No kidding," Will said. With nothing left to see, Tessa's head was rapidly bobbing on her husband's cock.

Lora stood up and slide-stepped her way over to where Tessa was giving Will an exquisite blowjob.

Silently, she tapped the blonde on the head.

Lora looked at Will, making a jerking-off motion to him so that he would continue.

Tessa looked up at Lora. My girlfriend grabbed the woman's head, turning it so that she was looking directly up at her, and moved to kiss her.

The kiss never landed. Lora stopped about six inches from Tessa's mouth and held the woman's mouth open.

Lora opened her mouth slowly.

A long stream of cum mixed with spit dangled downwards and into Tessa's waiting (and surprised) mouth. She didn't swallow, but she didn't try to close her mouth either.

Another long gooey string followed the first, coating her lips and pooling in Tessa's mouth

Lora opened her mouth again and again, strings of cumspit falling into Tessa's open mouth. Eventually she began swallowing to make room. Lora just filled her mouth again. Eventually, the supply ran dry, ending with Lora holding her mouth right up against Tessa's and spitting the last dregs of cum into her.

Almost forgotten, Will groaned, and his cock erupted onto himself, some cum spattering on the back of the hand Lora was using to hold Tessa's mouth open.

Lora held the hand out to Tessa. She licked her hand clean. Without a word, Lora walked back to the chair.

Tessa rolled onto her side, her sensational breasts bulging between her arms and nuzzled into Will's lap. He put his hand on her hair, then stroked her neck.

"Mommy, do I have to go to school?" Tasha said.

That got everyone laughing.

"We're sorry about the touching, but I think it was pretty minor," Lora said. "Was that OK?"

Tessa put her hand on her head and laughed uncontrollably.

"I think that's a yes," Will said.

Tessa sat upright, leaning on an elbow. She and Lora must have taken a course to learn how to pose their tits to trigger erections in anyone within sight.

"Are you kidding me?" She asked, looking from Will to Lora. "Are you kidding me? I had an orgasm just from squeezing my thighs together while she was dripping cum into me."

She shook her head.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You ARE coming to dinner tomorrow night?"