Part Two.

I had told Roger that I’d leave the garage door open so they could park in the garage. I saw them pull into the driveway and then went to the door and closed the garage door behind them.

Camilla jumped out of the car, ran up to me, and gave me a huge hug and a kiss. She was wearing a long suede leather coat and a pair of Uggs. Roger and I shook hands as Camilla skipped inside. I helped him carry food, wine, and a small suitcase inside.

I had learned from experience and had the house up to seventy-five degrees. Kelly took Camilla’s coat for her. Camilla was wearing a long sweater. She removed her Ugg’s and Roger helped her strap on her pair of stripper heels. Six-inch heels brought her up to about five foot four. Pervert that I am, I noticed her cute little feet right away.

Kelly had taken a quick shower when she got home. Roger and Camilla arrived much sooner than expected (a good sign!) and Kelly was still wearing her big fluffy white bathrobe. She excused herself to go blow-dry her hair.

Roger and I set out the food (a beautiful deli platter), opened the wine, and I nodded that I was quite impressed by the box of huge chocolate-covered strawberries. Camilla headed off to hang out with Kelly. Roger had a video camera bag and asked if there was a place we could pop in a tape?

We went downstairs to our large rec/tv room and Roger slipped in the tape. I’ll catch you up on a few things before we keep going. Kelly and I were thirty-one then. Roger was thirty-six, Camilla twenty-six. Like Kelly, Camilla began dating her future husband at sixteen, although Roger was twenty-six then, whereas I was also sixteen.

Roger had dark hair like mine and was around six feet. I would put his looks in the same category as mine: We were never mistaken for male models, had never been called ugly, and seemed to do okay with women. So, whatever that’s called?

Roger was telling me a bunch of stuff as the tape played. He popped Camilla’s cherry on only their second date. While dating, they were fucking several times a day (Camilla basically moved into his apartment for her last two years of high school). Camilla knew Roger’s crew of five close friends (he waved his arm toward the TV) quite well. Roger had always encouraged her to dress sexily, scantily, or hardly at all when his friends were over.

It culminated one night when they were all hanging around drinking and smoking a little pot. Camilla was stripped naked and shared by all of the guys for the entire night. That started their ‘group activities.’ The video we were watching was one from a couple of years ago of Camilla being fucked by six guys in about every position and manner possible.

Unlike a porno, those guys weren’t standing around jacking off on her face. They were each taking turns having real sex; fucking the hell out of her, cumming in her, taking a break to reload, and then fucking her some more. Camilla seemed to especially enjoy Roger in her butt and a buddy in her pussy. I think all five of the guys got a turn, in various combinations, doing that.

Camilla looked sexy as hell. Her boobs were a small B-cup, but as firm, as they could possibly be. She had the dark-brown puffy areola and fairly small nipples that Kelly had graphically described for me. Being Hispanic, Camilla had a black bush but it had clearly been trimmed down to just short hairs for the video.

Roger said he had edited six hours of tape from that night down to this two-hour tape we were watching. I couldn’t begin to count how many times Camilla came. She wasn’t really noisy but her legs and ass would shake heavily. The guys all came inside her pussy each time they squirted. I lost count as to how many close-up shots of slippery white splooge we watched ooze from her little slit.

Roger and I had been watching the video for about an hour when the girls came downstairs. Kelly’s reaction was “Wow!” Camilla explained that Roger loved to show her off. Making videos to show people, having other guys fuck her, having her dress slutty, and exposing herself in public. “If he had his way, I would never wear clothes and fuck every man who ever saw me, while he watched.”

Kelly just winked at me. Yeah, we’ve had a ton of our own fun, but she was making sure that I knew she called it right the previous weekend when she said that these were folks who enjoyed fucking other people.

Roger and I were both wearing sweatpants and T-shirts. Kelly had her hair and makeup done up, but was still barefoot and wearing her big fluffy robe. Camilla was still in her sweater and stripper heels (Lucite sandals with about a two-inch platform and six-inch stiletto heel).

The girls stood in front of the television, watching and talking. It bounced from a running commentary of the video (Kelly would ooh and aah at what she liked, and Camilla would describe in detail how that had felt) to both of the girls sharing stories of their exploits

The wine was flowing. The stories were each wilder than the last. That was the night when I learned that sixteen-year-old Kelly had fucked six guys from the Ford dealership at a friend’s party while I was out of town. We also all found out that not long after, Kelly had fucked a high school teacher with a nine-inch long cock.

I looked down at my sweat pants, they were gray and I was without boxers. I had a wet spot from pre-cum more than three inches across. My cock was past hard. It was a steel pipe with a serious leaking problem.

The way Kelly told the story about the teacher was just beyond. I mean beyond. We were all panting. Camilla had sat on the floor. She leaned back against a chair and nonchalantly started to rub her clit. We couldn’t see anything, as her sweater was that long, but it was pretty obvious she was unencumbered by panties. Kelly was only halfway through her story.

Roger stood up and stripped naked. We could see strings of pre-cum stuck to his thighs. His five-plus-inch cock was pointing straight up. Kelly drooled. Roger sat back down, looked at Kelly, and said “Come here and sit on my cock.” Kelly did exactly what he said.

She straddled him, facing him. He opened her robe, and of course, she was naked. Kelly pushed her robe off. She slammed up and down. He bucked strongly beneath her. Roger had her gripped tightly with his arms around her waist. His face was in her boobs and his mouth was attacking them.

Camilla interrupted; “Your wife has the most beautiful boobs I’ve ever seen. I’d give anything to have boobs that look like that.”

Kelly screamed out her first orgasm within only minutes. Roger fucked her to another one five minutes later. As soon as it passed he ordered her to “get down and suck my cock.”

Kelly attacked his dick. Roger held her head smashed into his groin until he erupted into her mouth a couple of minutes later. Camilla got herself off and her legs raised into the air and shook wildly. Kelly swallowed Roger’s load and licked his dick clean. “So, tell us the rest of that thing about you and the big dick teacher…”

The wet spot on my pants was twice as large. Kelly picked up her story without skipping a beat. Camilla took off her sweater and was wearing a very tight open-tipped see-through bra on her perky B-cup boobs. Her nips looked delicious.

Camilla stood in front of me and peeled off my T-shirt. Then she tugged me to stand up, tugged off my sweat pants and she then pushed me back onto the couch. She held my pants up to show the other two what a massive wet spot I’d made. “Camilla, relieve that man,” was Roger’s order.

Camilla tugged me forward on the couch and went to town licking my balls and tugging my dick, alternating with deep-throating my cock and fondling my balls.

Kelly was describing the feeling of taking a nine-inch cock inside of her. Roger’s cock was done shrinking and had started to twitch around. The young, perky, and beautiful on-screen Camilla was sitting on an average-sized cock, being bounced up and down as she smiled for the camera. Then a cock appeared from the side of the screen and fucked her mouth.

Kelly described the violent pounding her cunt took from the teacher’s ball-bat-sized cock. Extreme detail of how he sounded as he came, what his massive, hard, slick cock looked like as it was pulled from her sheath. Her description of the enormous load that slid out from her cunt as soon as she’d gotten her panties on had Camilla moaning. By the time the teacher had dropped her off at her home her panties were beyond drenched and she had left a huge cum spot on his car seat.

Kelly explained that he was, at that point in her life, the only guy to have pumped a load as large as mine. Camilla perked up immediately. Roger chimed in, “Yeah, you’ve got yourself a little cum queen here. Have fun!”

Camilla made clear that she was going to get me off with her mouth and that I was going to cum on her tits “so I can watch you squirt!”

Kelly had finished her story. Roger’s cock was hard again. On-screen Camilla was sucking a different cock. Roger laid Kelly on the floor and mounted her missionary-style and slow fucked her. Kelly was looking right at me and blowing kisses.

On-screen Camilla had a guy finish in her pussy, a big load slid out, slid down her little butt crack, and then puddled on the sheets. I pushed cock-sucking Camilla’s head back. She sat back on her haunches and squeezed her tits together. Kelly pushed Roger off and they both took up a viewing position.

ONE! TWO! Three! Four, five, five and a half. Six.! My first two shots hit her chest so hard they splattered out and Kelly and Roger both got some side splash. Camilla was coated. I was so fucking drained.

I slumped back into the couch. Kelly and Roger rubbed their splatters in and rolled back down to their fuck. Camilla played with my cum for a few minutes but realized she had far too much to rub in like hand lotion. “I’ll be back!” and she bounded upstairs and a minute later I heard our shower run.

The Camilla tape ended. Kelly and Roger were still slow fucking. I popped out Roger’s tape and put in one of our own. It was a video that a couple of different friends had taken of Kelly fucking other men plus some of me fucking Yvonne, who had been part of our long-term foursome when we were younger.

Camilla returned twenty minutes later. I noticed that her five o’clock beaver shadow had disappeared and she was slick. She groaned when she saw we had moved onto a Kelly tape and insisted that we rewind to the beginning so she could see it all. Throughout the entire tape, she commented on how beautiful Kelly’s boobs were.

Camilla sat next to me and pulled her feet onto the couch. I slipped onto the floor and began nibbling her pussy. Her pussy was the exact opposite of Kelly’s. Camilla’s had a short little slit that was so tight as to almost not be noticeable. Her skin was a beautiful shade of brown and she had very short little legs.

Kelly’s pussy on the other hand has a long slit that is always wide open, with full lips, inside and out. Her pussy is always wet. And, if she stands just right, if you’re kneeling in front of her you can clearly see her clit. Kelly had kept her pussy hairless pretty much since she was in high school.

I had to flat tongue Camilla to loosen up her locked little slit. I used my fingers to peel her tiny fruit open. Her clit was a teeny little bump. As Camilla started to moisten up I slipped my middle finger into her slit. Her G-spot was easily identifiable by its bumpy ridges. Between rubbing that spot and lip-nibbling her clit, Camilla started to take off. A minute later she grabbed my hair with both fists, moaned and her feet rose from the couch as her legs shook violently.

Camilla lurched forward with her body over my head and roared “My fucking hell!” and squirted a small amount of liquid into my mouth as she came. Then she was the one to slump back into the couch. Kelly and Roger had paused to watch her cum.

“Rewind! I missed that part,” Camilla exclaimed as she recovered. I sat down next to her and my cock was raging.

“So, you’re a squirter?”

Camilla seemed honestly confused. I explained what happened. Roger was extremely interested. That led to a conversation and the outing of Kelly as a major league squirter. Roger got that wild, lustful look again. “I have to see this!”

Kelly pushed Roger off, rolled him over, and sat on his cock. She bounced, and he humped. Together they got her close to another orgasm. Kelly sat still, leaned back on one hand, and frigged her clit at a million miles per hour. She came with a huge string of screaming “Oh, fuck!” exclamations and sprayed Roger with a sprinkler that rained lady cum on him from his face to his waist.

Roger was the next one to scream out. He flipped Kelly over, kneeled beside her chest, and jerked his load onto her tits. For a second shot, it was a very respectable load.

While they were cumming, I pulled Camilla onto my lap. She was facing away from me with her knees bent and feet beside me. We had taken a bit to work my cock into her twat. As she started to slide up and down, her grip was so tight I knew I wouldn’t have a problem cumming a second time.

I moved Camilla’s tiny size five feet onto my thighs, which worked better with her short little legs. We bounced her to a good cum. She dropped deep onto my cock with her legs shaking. Her smooth little brown butt was so fucking sexy to watch. I grabbed a boob in each hand and thrust myself up from the seat cushion. With a loud groan, I injected her twat with my second load of the night.

Camilla took her time. When she was ready she slowly lifted off of my dick. My load spilled out onto the base of my cock. She got down and licked my pecker clean. She made me rewind the tape some more and then we all sat on the couch watching, mostly, Kelly getting fucked. Kelly narrated, introduced all of the men, explained how we met, and described other fun times she had fucking each of them.

At some point, Camilla crawled onto my lap and cuddled in. The heat was blasting and Kelly and Roger were splayed out trying to cool off. I was quite surprised when I realized that Camilla had fallen asleep. Roger laughed. “Fucking does it to her. After that night I showed you earlier, she slept the entire next day, straight through.”

We’d watched probably a hundred minutes of Kelly’s tape. I’d forgotten that it included her very first video, with Patrick and Yvonne, toward the end of the tape. Kelly still had her extremely long hair. Roger freaking loved it. I wasn’t surprised. It had been quite clear that he was enamored with Kelly. He had one hand playing with Kelly’s nipple as the other was stroking his cock.

“I can help you with that,” as Kelly turned on the couch and sucked down Roger’s cock. He used both hands to play with her swaying knockers. I leaned over and got a few quick licks of her slit while trying to not crush Camilla.

Roger was a damn fuck machine. He was hard in no time. Kelly lay on her tummy on the floor and told Roger to sit on her hips and slip it in. He missed on his first shot and got halfway into her butt. He quickly apologized. Kelly used her hand to swat at his leg telling him to calm the fuck down.

“You’re already in. Don’t pull out. Just give me a second.” Kelly reached behind and spread her butt cheeks wide open. Roger took over and kept them spread. After Kelly had relaxed her sphincter she said, “Okay, go all the way in. Wait a few seconds for me to take it and then start to fuck me slowly.”

Roger followed directions to the letter and was soon enough fucking Kelly’s ass, sitting on her like a cowboy on a horse. Always at Kelly’s direction, their fuck kept getting faster and with harder thrusts. Kelly came a couple of times and Roger fucked her right through them.

On Kelly’s third cum, Roger fell flat onto her back as Kelly was squirting up the carpet. He humped his ass up and down a few times and dumped his third load into her pooper. They did a circus act as Roger pulled Kelly up with him as he sat back between her legs, with her on his lap. He slowly lifted her up and we watched his load spill out onto his lap. That guy had to be hiding a second jizz tank someplace!

Soon after Roger swapped the tapes, so we could again watch Camilla getting nailed, he and Kelly both headed upstairs to take a quick shower. Well, it wasn’t quick at all. Roger knelt down and ate Kelly out as she cleaned up. When he stood up his cock was hard again and he fucked her from behind as she leaned onto the wall. He didn’t cum, but after she did, he slid his stiff cock out of her hole. Kelly scrubbed him down and finished up by giving his cock a tongue bath.

By the time they had finished in the bathroom, it was quite late and I’d heard them go to bed in our bedroom. I fell asleep at some point while watching Camilla’s video.

I was stirred awake by noises coming from upstairs. There was a vigorous fuck session going on that was shaking our bed. I heard Kelly do her best to suppress her orgasm noises three different times. They had been fucking for at least half an hour when the bed suddenly stopped shaking.

Camilla’s tape had long-since finished, rewound, and turned off the VCR. She was still a dead-to-life naked brown pile on my lap. I got her picked up and carried her off to the spare bedroom down the hall.

Again, the sound of fucking woke me up. There was light coming through the guest bedroom window, but it was barely past dawn. Kelly shared with me later that Roger was just a machine. Even though he didn’t cum on every fuck, he got it hard and screwed her three times overnight. I had, thankfully, slept through one of them.

By breakfast time Kelly’s cunt was a tad sore and she had to turn Roger down for a round. I had woken up and come upstairs very shortly after that happened. Camilla was still in bed and dead to the world.

Roger headed downstairs. After a few minutes, Kelly and I listened from the top of the stairs. Roger was fucking the hell out of Camilla. Kelly got soaking wet. I hugged her from behind and gently fingered her pussy as we listened. She wiggled her buns at me, trapping my hard-on in her ass crack. We both snickered and fully admitted to being perverts that loved listening to other people fuck.

It took us back to a night in a hotel where the adjacent room’s bed was just on the other side of the wall from ours and a couple fucked loudly, as in putting on a show loudly for an hour. At first, Kelly and I were snickering, but forty-five minutes later I was nailing Kelly doggy-style on the bed as she out-moaned her competition.

We listened to Camilla cum and then Roger came. A few minutes later they came upstairs looking freshly fucked. Camilla had a broad smile on her face. We were all still naked. Roger shared how Camilla actually enjoyed being awakened by having a hot cock stuffed into her slit. I didn’t know?

While Roger was explaining how to wake his wife, she was staring at my raging hard-on. She reached for my cock as I reached for her hand. A moment later and Camilla was on her back on the upstairs couch. I had her little legs bent up next to her head, which with her tiny body came to about mid-chest as my, relatively, huge six-four two-thirty frame nearly smothered her. I was fucking to cum. Within five minutes I made her shake and cum and I pumped her tiny slit full to overflowing.

With my morning wood taken care of, we all enjoyed Kelly’s homemade breakfast.

Roger encouraged Camilla and Kelly to share more stories of their adventures. We spent the next few hours at the table focused on each other’s sexual exploits. Weirdly enough, it never felt like one-upmanship. It was a group of, shall we say, well-seasoned folks who enjoyed making pussies wet and cocks hard.

Camilla told us of a camping weekend a handful of years prior. She was with Roger and four of his friends. All of them were married, but had told their wives that it was a ‘boy’s weekend.’ These were the same guys from the video and they had been gang-banging Camilla for several years.

They shared a four-man tent where Camilla was passed from sleeping bag to sleeping bag. One afternoon they went to the small beach on the lake. Camilla took her turns with each of the men as they fucked her out in the lake.

Once the sun set, they insisted (with zero objection) that Camilla remained naked, fetching their beers and hanging out by the campfire. As they wanted, all of the men took turns fucking her in their lawn chairs, on the picnic table, on the tailgate of the truck, standing against a tree, you name it.

The next afternoon, they took Camilla to a shitty little dive bar and only gave her one of the guy’s T-shirts to wear. It was long enough to cover her goodies, but the fellows fingered her whenever they wanted. They encouraged a couple of strangers at the bar to dip their fingers into her honey pot as well. Before they left, she followed the bartender into the restroom and gave him a sloppy blowjob. To meet Roger’s demand, she had the guy cum on her face, so she could display her reward to everyone as ‘proof of performance.’

Before they left the bar, they took away her T-shirt and made her parade around naked for the last fifteen minutes or so before they left. As soon as they got into the four-door truck they had arrived in, the fucking began and she screwed everyone except the driver on their way back to the campsite. She shared again with the entire group for the rest of the night. By the time they headed home, Camilla estimated each man had fucked her six or seven times over the course of the weekend.

And to that day, they still had annual “boy’s weekends” where her pussy was the actual weekend’s attraction. Coming up in a few months after our weekend together, their group had a Vegas trip planned. The comments that Roger added here and there made it beyond clear that showing off Camilla and having other men use her, however, they wish, was his ultimate turn-on. But, it was also very clear that Camilla was a more than willing partner.

Kelly then told the long, detailed, and smoking hot story about our recent trip to Spain (A Week In Spain With Kelly, if you’re interested). Kelly took all of us to a next level from Camilla’s story. Camilla cleared the table, sat on the table, and pulled my face to her cunt to eat her out as she listened to Kelly.

Roger pulled Kelly to sit on his cock, leaning against the table as she continued with her story. We could hear Kelly’s wet cunt softly squishing as Roger occasionally bobbed her up and down. Thirty minutes later he lifted her up and then gently eased her down as his cock invaded her butt hole.

Camilla’s cunt was like a tiny jewel. I slowly lapped at her, enough to keep her juices flowing. As Kelly neared the end of her story, Roger took over and shared his account of his pussy exploits at the Christmas party the previous week. Although he also nailed a couple of the gals from accounting, it was his three-way adventure with Kelly and Camilla that he spoke of the most.

Roger had lusted hard for Kelly at previous year’s parties. Kelly admitted that she knew, but it wasn’t like she didn’t get hit on multiple times at each of those parties. Everyone was pretty thrilled at how that party turned out.

Camilla had cum several times and my cock needed a warm, wet, place to bury itself. I stood up and slipped my cock into Camilla. Kelly leaned over and sucked on her nipples

Roger stayed with his description of his excitement seeing Kelly step out of her panties and climb onto the copy machine, the detailed view that the copies provided, when he slipped his fingers into her pussy and that she got off. Kelly was moaning as Roger kept speaking. His description of slipping his hands inside of her dress from behind and feeling up her massive tits and erect nipples. Kelly orgasmed. She bounced her ass on Roger’s cock and fingered her cunt until she sprayed her cum all over his balls and legs.

Seeing Kelly continue to get more and more turned on, watching her cum a handful of times as Roger just out-loud lusted over her was pretty wild. Then he went down the trail of the sexiness of hearing about men fucking the sixteen-year-old Kelly and fantasizing out loud about his fantasies to have viewed and fucked, sucked, and licked that teenage body.

Well, it took us all over the edge. I roared that I was about to cum. Roger demanded that I pull out and cum on Camilla’s body. She briskly nodded her agreement. The second load of the morning, but I made a mess on her tiny torso. Kelly fingered herself and Roger humped against her butt and they came together.

Roger pushed Kelly’s torso onto the table and he ate his load from her butt. After he’d eaten his own load out of her, he moved over and licked my load off of Camilla. Afterward, Roger admitted to us, as Camilla nodded, numerous times he would eat cum out of, or off of, his wife after other men had left their deposit, whether fresh, like then, or if it was a couple of hours old and had been brought home to him.

I asked him about sniffing the gals' panties as he handed them back to them at the end of the Christmas party. Yes, absolutely. He was a panty sniffer with no apologies. Kelly agreed. He had found her used panties on the floor and had held them to his face as they had one of their middle-of-the-night fucks.

Camilla said that she had given up on buying panties. She would only wear them on weekend days when she knew she could sweat them up and then pass them over. I asked for clarification: Nope, she never wore panties to work and hadn’t for years. She winked at me as she confirmed. Thankfully, for the next few weeks, while we still worked together, as long as we were discreet, she would flash me her smooth little brown cunt.

We cleaned up the kitchen, took our showers, and then wandered downstairs. We stared at some boring TV until we all crashed and snoozed for a bit.

Roger insisted that he was taking us out to dinner that evening (Saturday) and it was his treat, no arguing allowed. Camilla came upstairs wearing a black layered mini skirt that poofed way out with a white sweater on top. A closer inspection revealed clear traces of her chocolatey nipples. She quickly flashed me her little butt revealing no panties either. On her feet, she had her Uggs.

We could hear Kelly coming down the hallway. She was wearing her new, black, high-heeled, knee-high boots. They were simply striking. On top, she had a red version of a little black dress. It was short, but not obscenely so, and had a very low V-cut front. Kelly had skipped the bra and her self-tweaked nipples were poking at attention.

Roger, had long ago given up any pretense of subtlety. He flat-out drooled at Kelly and grabbed her nipples and twisted them to even more prominence. He also shoved a hand under her dress, pulled out a moist finger, and announced “Easy access pussy!”

I drove to the restaurant Roger had selected. Nothing crazy. An Olive Garden-ish place that was busy as hell. We had a young woman as our server. Other than Roger continuously slipping his hand between Kelly’s thighs, we pretty much behaved.

However, it was a unanimous vote to hit up a bar afterward. We found a place not far from the restaurant which none of us had ever visited before. As I pulled into the parking lot, Camilla and I in the front seat heard Kelly groan a series of “oh, fuck!” exclamations as Roger finger-banged her pussy over the top. Apparently, he’d made her squirt and was very, very proud of himself. He displayed his wet hand as Kelly caught her breath.

It was only eight-thirty or so when we arrived. The place was not busy. We sat at a table drinking and telling more stories of past sexual experiences. I know my cock was raging, seemed a safe bet that Roger’s was as well. Camilla excused herself to the restroom. On her return, I was pretty sure that she had hiked her skirt high up her waist as the bottom of the skirt was revealing the bottoms of her butt cheeks.

Camilla giggled and sat across my lap. The coast seemed clear, so I fingered her as Kelly and Roger watched. Kelly had a hand missing and Roger seemed to drift off now and then. I had my finger right on Camilla’s little G-spot and was strumming it like a guitar. Camilla’s legs shook for a few seconds as she got off. Roger made a noise that I think he had intended to stifle. He gripped the table. A minute later and Kelly displayed a fist coated with Roger’s love juice.

It was around ten when the DJ set up and the place filled up fairly quickly. Seemed to be lots of college-age folks home for the holidays. Camilla and Kelly were the first ones on the dancefloor. As the place filled in, both girls had three or four guys each vying for the lead position.

Roger and I would catch glimpses of the girls now and then. There was a lot of humping going on out there. Later Kelly would share that she basically masturbated herself on one guy’s thigh until she left him with a big wet spot. Several guys had played with her tits and gotten their fingers wet, but that was the only orgasm.

We definitely detected Camilla and Roger’s game. On our way home, she told Roger, and us for being in the car, about a nearly non-stop parade of guys that fingered her, guys she jerked off, guys she blew in the bar, and one that she fucked outside in his car. The next day Kelly said: “You know that nearly all of that stuff that she said she did at the bar was bullshit, right?”

However, as soon as we climbed into the car for the drive home, Camilla reached over and opened my fly, pulled out my cock, and spent about four seconds making me stiff. Then she climbed onto my lap and dropped her wet little cunt onto my dick. Camilla was so small, that driving with her straddling me was no problem. Her head was about in the middle of my chest.

She humped my cock as she shared her fantastical tales with Roger in the back seat. And in the back seat, Kelly was laying down on her back as Roger hovered over her fucking her vigorously.

Camilla got her job done. She and Roger came simultaneously. Kelly and I were victims. We both came because our fuck partners had. Camilla climbed off and left me with a very sticky cock. Roger was still lying on Kelly as they were trying to suck the air out of the other’s lungs.

As soon as we walked into the house, Camilla made a wobbly beeline for the basement. Kelly announced that she needed a shower. Roger called loofa. I tidied the place up for a bit and then headed downstairs. Camilla was dead to the world, which for her size and number of drinks, was not unexpected. By the time I climbed into bed, I could hear Roger and Kelly shaking the bed upstairs.

I crashed out. It was ten o’clock before I, then Kelly appeared in the kitchen. “Four times,” was all Kelly mumbled. She was naked and looked totally fucked out.

She gave me a huge hug and asked about Camilla. “Dead.” Kelly reminded me that Roger had told me how to wake her up. Kelly even went down on me to get me hard. I went downstairs with my hard-on swaying while Kelly started to work on breakfast.

Camilla was on her tummy. I tugged her to the middle of the bed and splayed her legs open. I used a couple of fingers to open her slit. She moistened up. I climbed over her back and held myself up with one hand while I maneuvered my cock into her hole with the other. It was a lot more work than entering Kelly!

I pushed hard to get in and then, with enough push, I slid all the way in. I started fucking her with small strokes, waiting for her to get wetter. She did a little bit, but not much. Her pussy was so tight, with such little lube, that three minutes in and pumped in more cum than she could hold. I felt my jizz sliming its way back out and onto my nuts. Once I felt empty, I easily slid out. Hmmm, I should have cum first, but not sure how to make that work!

Camilla never so much as twitched. That was a weird, weird feeling. Upstairs in the kitchen, Kelly tugged my wet cock and asked about Camilla. “Dead to the world.”

“Really? Slept through you filling her up? Wow. I could never ever sleep through having a cock in me.”

Soon enough the smell of breakfast brought a naked Roger out to join us. He asked, I told him. He went downstairs. Ten minutes later, he came back up, also with a wet cock. “Yeah, you sure filled her up. She’s breathing, but dead beyond that.”

We all took showers and got dressed. It was early afternoon when Camilla finally made an appearance. She was smiling and in a great mood. Her hand was wiping her cunt. “Who filled up my pussy?” Sheepishly Roger and I raised our hands. Camilla stood on the couch, shoved her cunt into Roger’s face, and said, “clean me up!” And Roger ate her out. Satisfied, Camilla went off for a shower.

The rest of us wandered upstairs while she was showering. We came to the conclusion that pizza was needed. We placed the order. Twenty minutes later and Roger called Camilla out to join us. She hadn’t been back downstairs to get dressed and was still naked. And her pointy brown nipples were looking fine! In fact, I pulled her over to me and sucked on them as she asked Roger what he needed. “Pizza will be here soon. You need to pay for it, as usual.”

Camilla giggled and shared that Roger always makes her pay for the pizza. And that she never gets to wear clothes. Camilla said that it had its advantages though, as pizzas at their house always arrive pretty quickly. No one had noticed the car pull into the drive, and I had a mouthful of nipple when the doorbell startled all of us. Roger shoved some bills into her hand and Camilla answered the door.

The cold air gave her immediate goose flesh but stiffened her nipples beyond what I had. Getting an appreciative stare, Camilla gave a little spin, showing off all sides. The driver was at a loss of what to do next and said thank you and left. Camilla laughed, “He’ll think about this as he tugs it out tonight!”

Roger said we should go back downstairs and watch more videos of Kelly. When he was done eating pizza, he stripped and had Kelly kneel between his legs and suck on his cock as Roger watched the video. He asked her questions throughout; which Kelly would pause to answer.

I had Camilla on the floor and was giving her a classic ‘two in the pink, one in the stink’ move. Camilla came hard. Her short legs shook wildly. She had a wildly lustful look on her face as she asked me to, “fuck my little butt.” I grabbed KY, was back in a flash, dropped a dab, dropped my jeans, and filled her little poop hole with my stiff cock. Camilla was on her back and I had her legs high in the air.

After Camilla came again she said, “Roger, fill my pussy!” I pulled out and we all rearranged. The remaining clothes were quickly torn off. I was on my back, Camilla sat her butt down on my cock and then leaned back onto my chest. Roger drove in from the front. Kelly got out our video camera and captured the action with extreme double-cock close-ups.

We banged her fast and Camilla came in just a few minutes. After she came, we all slowed down and caught our breath. Kelly sat the camera on the floor, at a good angle, and then joined in by using her tongue to slather all over our ball sacks.

A few minutes later and Kelly came around, squatted over me, sat her pussy on my face, and Roger leaned in and sucked on her nipples. Kelly reached down and played with Camilla’s nipples. We were operating as one unit in close quarters. I sucked hard on Kelly’s clit and she squirted all over my face as she came. That turned Roger on and he started fucking some long strokes. Camilla was moaning. Kelly grabbed Roger’s face and pulled it to her chest as he gnawed on her nipple. Roger’s cock was causing plenty of friction on my own and I picked up the pace, while at the same time I was tongue-fucking Kelly.

Things were wet, sticky, and hot. I don’t know in what order it all happened, what I do know is that Roger filled Camilla’s pussy with cum. I filled her butt with cum. Kelly filled my mouth with cum. And Camilla’s little body just shook as she cried out “I’m cumming so hard!”

We stayed in position. Our pile smelled of sex. What wasn’t wet with cum was wet with sweat. Eventually, Roger’s cock, and then mine, deflated and slid out of Camilla, just adding to the wet mess. Kelly climbed off first. Roger kneeled back and then stood. They both offered Camilla a hand to stand up. We all wandered upstairs and took a revolving shower with a couple of us under the water at any time.

It was dinner time on Sunday as Roger and Camilla packed up and hugged and kissed their goodbyes.

For the next few weeks that we worked together, anytime no one was around, Camilla would flash me her shaved little brown beaver. Fun people! Hah!