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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
Part: Chapter 09
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: MF, MFF, teen, oral, toys
Revision: 1.01
Web Site: http://www.nickscipio.com/summercamp/book3/
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                       STANDARD DISCLAIMER

This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It 
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you 
are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO 
NOT read any further.

All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to 
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely 
coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse 
any of the activities described in this story.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without 
the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio 
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Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER NINE

On Friday, the limo arrived at Kendall's apartment building 
promptly at four o'clock. As it pulled up, people stared at us. I 
liked the attention, but I was also a little embarrassed by it.

Kendall and I weren't _quite_ dressed up, but we weren't wearing 
our everyday school clothes either. She wore a pretty off-the-
shoulder dress that showed off her body, and I was dressed in 
khakis and a button-down Polo shirt.

"Mr. Hughes?" the limo driver asked as he walked around the 
vehicle. He was an older man, with dark hair going to grey at the 
temples.

I nodded.

"My name is Raymond," he said. "I'll be driving you and Miss...?"

"Payton," I supplied.

"Of course," he said. "Pleased to meet you, Miss Payton," he 
added with a half-bow. Then he paused deferentially. "Will we be 
picking up the other young lady at a different location?" he 
asked, referring to Gina.

"Um... she won't be joining us tonight," I said.

"I'm sorry to hear that, sir," Raymond said.

I shrugged.

"If you're ready...?" he ventured.

When I nodded, he opened the limo's back door and ushered us 
inside. Then he walked around the car and slid into the driver's 
seat.

"Ms. MacLean's flight lands at 5:05. Is that correct, sir?" he 
asked through the divide.

"Uh-huh."

"Very good, sir. Would you like to make any stops along the way?"

I started to shake my head, but Kendall forestalled me with a 
hand on my arm.

"We should probably get some flowers," she said softly.

I nodded. "We'd like to stop by a florist," I said to Raymond.

"Very good, sir. Do you have a preference?"

"Um... do you know of a good one?" I asked.

"Might I recommend Crouch Florist?" he suggested.

"That would be fine," I said. Crouch was the same florist where 
I'd bought flowers before, and I mentally chided myself for not 
remembering it.

Raymond put the car into gear and smoothly turned onto Andy Holt 
Avenue. Then he drove to the Strip and pulled into the florist's 
parking lot.

"What should I buy?" I asked Kendall as we entered the shop.

"Roses are always nice," she said.

"I know," I said, "but I think it'd look kinda funny if we showed 
up with a dozen red roses. You know? I mean, that's pretty 
romantic."

She nodded and then turned thoughtful. "Casablancas are nice. So 
are Stargazers. Or _any_ kind of lily, for that matter," she 
suggested.

"Which is your favorite?" I asked.

"Calla lilies," she said without hesitation.

Before I got to the counter, I had a brilliant idea: roses came 
in a variety of colors, not just red.

"Can I help you?" the clerk asked.

"Yes," I said. "I'd like a dozen pink roses, please." Then I 
glanced at Kendall. "And a dozen calla lilies," I added.

"Paul, no," Kendall whispered. "That's too much."

The clerk hesitated for a minute, glancing from Kendall to me.

"I'm serious," Kendall said, leaning close. "That's too expensive. 
Just get the roses."

"A dozen of each, please," I said to the clerk.

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"Paul," Kendall protested as soon as the clerk headed to the back, 
"I don't need flowers."

"But I want to get them for you."

"Can you afford it?" she asked.

"Sure," I said confidently.

With that, her face softened and she smiled at me. Blinking back 
tears, she kissed me. "You're so wonderful," she whispered.

"Thank you," I said, my chest swelling with pride.

When the clerk returned with the two bouquets and told me the 
price, however, I almost choked. They were beautiful flowers, but 
Kendall had been right, they _were_ expensive.

_Kendall and Susan are worth it,_ I silently convinced myself.

Earlier in the day, I had cashed a check for the exorbitant sum 
of one hundred dollars. I thought it would be enough to pay for 
everything we could possibly want--that night as well as the rest 
of the weekend. I tried not to blanch as I spent nearly half of 
my cash on flowers alone.

_Kendall and Susan are worth it,_ I repeated.

When Kendall's eyes lit up as I presented her with the bouquet of 
lilies, however, I nearly forgot how much I'd just spent.

"Thank you," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

"You're welcome," I said.

Back in the limo, Raymond pulled onto the Strip and then headed 
toward the airport. It was a half-hour drive, so Kendall and I 
settled in. Her eyes were still aglow--and damp--and she kept 
glancing from the flowers to me and then back again.

"They're beautiful, Paul," she whispered.

"Just like you," I said. Then I pulled her close and kissed her.

Our kisses soon heated up, but a soft whining noise broke my 
concentration. When I looked up, I realized that Raymond had 
discreetly raised the opaque privacy panel in the divider.

"Have you ever had sex in a limo?" I asked Kendall. Then I 
waggled my eyebrows.

She blushed and her breathing quickened. Before she returned to 
my arms, however, she carefully set her flowers aside.

When we resumed kissing, I put her hand on the bulge at my crotch. 
She started massaging my swollen cock through my khakis. As our 
kisses heated up, I pulled down the bodice of her dress to reveal 
her tanned breasts and stiff nipples. While we kissed, I gently 
kneaded her breasts.

When we finally broke the kiss, I reached between us and unzipped 
my pants. As I extracted my manhood, Kendall moved between my 
legs. Then she practically inhaled my shaft, taking me into the 
back of her throat. She still couldn't swallow all of me, but she 
came close.

For a few minutes, I simply watched as she bobbed up and down in 
my lap. When she began to take me as deep as she could, I 
directed her movements with a hand on the back of her head.

With scenery whipping past the dark-tinted windows of the limo, I 
rapidly approached the point of no return. When I bucked my hips, 
Kendall clamped her lips around my shaft and began pumping me. I 
groaned as I emptied my balls into her willing mouth. Finally, my 
orgasm subsided and I gazed down at her.

"I think I could get used to this," I said.

She simply answered with a smile.

-----

Susan was one of the first passengers to debark from the plane. 
When she emerged from the jetway, we waved to her. Her eyes lit 
up when she saw us. Without setting down her carry-on bag, she 
hugged me tight. After greeting Kendall with another hug (and 
cheek-kisses, of course), Susan stepped back to look at us.

"Welcome to Knoxville," I said. Then I handed her the flowers.

"Oh, Paul, they're beautiful," she said.

"Thanks," I said, trying not to blush. "They were Kendall's 
idea."

"Thank you _both_," Susan said, "very much." Then she looked 
around. "Where's Gina?"

"She couldn't make it," I said. "She has to do something with her 
sorority tonight." I tried not to sound peevish, but I don't know 
how successful I was.

"Oh," Susan said. "That's too bad."

"She wanted to be here," Kendall added, "but..." Her shrug spoke 
volumes.

"She'll hang out with us tomorrow," I said.

Susan nodded and then deftly turned us toward the main terminal. 
"You two look great," she said. Then she glanced at me as we 
walked. "Have you lost weight? Are you eating enough?"

"No, he's not," Kendall said before I could answer.

Despite what Susan and Kendall said, I _didn't_ think I'd lost 
weight, and I was still worried about gaining the "Freshman 
Fifteen." Since I'd begun working out with Trip and the other 
guys, I wasn't _as_ worried about my muscle turning to fat, but 
it was still one of my major concerns. I wanted to look good--for 
Kendall and Gina, as well as for myself--and that meant I had to 
exercise and watch what I ate.

"How was your flight?" I asked Susan, trying to change the 
subject.

She and Kendall shared a look. Evidently, they decided to let me 
off the hook.

"Fine," Susan said. "I flew from Austin to Dallas on a commuter 
plane. And from Dallas to Knoxville, we only had one stop, in 
Memphis. From here, the plane continues to Washington, D.C.," she 
said. Then she glanced at me. "I was hoping your dad might be 
flying, but he wasn't."

"The crew was probably based in Dallas," I said. "I don't know 
where my dad's flying these days, though. Last time I talked to 
my mom, he was in Orlando. He usually tries to get the lines with 
a lot of Florida trips, since he likes it down there. And ever 
since he transferred from the L-1011 to the 727, he doesn't fly 
to Dallas or the West Coast much anymore."

"Ah," Susan said. "That makes sense."

"So, tell us about your trip," Kendall said when we reached the 
baggage claim area. "How's Doug? How's he like his new house?"

"Doug's fine," Susan said. "And his house is very nice. It's near 
UT--the University of _Texas_, I mean," she said, grinning at me. 
"His girlfriend, Olivia, also graduated in May, and she moved 
from Houston to Austin with him. She wants to get a job as a 
teacher, although she's thinking about getting her master's 
degree."

"So she lives with him?" Kendall asked, lifting an eyebrow as she 
glanced at me.

_Does that mean what I _think_ it does?_ I wondered. _When did my 
life get so complicated? Oh, yes,_ I thought with only a trace of 
sarcasm, _it happened when I thought I could handle two 
girlfriends at once._ Before I carried that line of thought to 
its logical conclusion, I returned my attention to Susan.

"--met at Rice. They've been dating for two years," she was 
saying. "She's a wonderful girl. And she survived having me 
underfoot for almost a month, so at least she's patient."

"You're not that bad to have underfoot," I said with a sly grin.

Before Susan could reply, someone cleared his throat behind us.

"Excuse me," Raymond said. "I'm sorry to interrupt..."

In a fraction of a second, Susan took in his appearance and then 
smiled. "It's no problem. You must be Raymond."

"Yes ma'am," he said, surprised. "How did you know?"

"I asked the owner of the company for the best chauffer he had, 
and he told me that you were the man for me."

To his credit, Raymond _almost_ managed to hide his boyish blush. 
"Thank you, Ms. MacLean," he said when he regained his composure.

"It's _Missus_ MacLean," she told him politely. "But please, call 
me Susan."

"Of course, ma'am," he said. When the baggage carousel behind us 
clanked to life, Raymond turned businesslike. "If you'd like to 
give me your baggage claim stubs," he said to Susan, "I'll fetch 
your luggage."

"Why, thank you, Raymond," she said. Then she presented him with 
her entire ticket envelope. "The suitcases are dark green leather, 
Louis Vuitton, two bags and a trunk."

"Very good, ma'am."

"So much for calling me 'Susan,'" she said when he was out of 
earshot. "I didn't think he actually _would_, but it was worth a 
try. Anyway," she continued, "where was I? Oh, yes..."

As Raymond waited for the luggage to appear, Susan told us more 
about Doug, Olivia, and the house. She also filled us in on her 
oldest son, Kirk, who was stationed at NAS Kingsville, Texas--at 
the Navy's Advanced Jet Training school. There, he flew the TA-4, 
the training version of the same plane his father had flown.

"Kirk loves flying," Susan said, "just like his father. He and an 
instructor even flew up to visit us one weekend, since it's only 
about 200 miles from Kingsville to Austin. He looks good, 
although he _still_ doesn't have a serious girlfriend. He's too 
much like his father, and worse, he knows it."

Kendall and I chuckled at Susan's rueful look.

When she sighed and stared wistfully into the distance, however, 
I realized that she was thinking about her husband, Jack. He and 
my father had flown together in Vietnam. My father had returned. 
Jack hadn't. He'd been shot down near the Cambodian border and 
officially listed as Killed In Action (after an odd twist of fate 
where his death was confirmed and his dog tags returned by 
"friendly villagers").

Susan usually didn't dwell on him, but thinking about her oldest 
son--who was following in his father's footsteps--must have 
brought back memories.

"How did Doug buy a house?" I hastily asked, changing the subject. 
"Did you help him pay for it?"

"Oh, no," Susan said, brightening. "Kirk and Doug have trust 
funds from when my father died. They've both been very careful 
with their money, and they've reinvested wisely." Then she 
blushed. "Actually, _I've_ reinvested for them, but I've still 
done fairly well by them."

"Susan MacLean, Wall Street broker," I teased.

"Actually," she said, "I do a little better than Wall Street. 
Quite a bit better, in some cases. But enough about me. Tell me 
all about college."

Kendall and I told her about our roommates and friends. We also 
told her about classes and our professors. To my chagrin, I 
realized that I didn't know much about Kendall's classes. I'd 
been so caught up in my own life that I hadn't paid much 
attention to hers. I didn't like that about myself, and resolved 
to change it.

So I listened as she talked about Dr. Zeigler, who taught two of 
her psychology classes. Kendall had a great deal of respect for 
the woman, and found the courses challenging. She also talked 
about her Women's Studies class, which she enjoyed.

"You're taking more than three classes, aren't you?" Susan asked 
after a moment.

Kendall nodded. "Why?"

"Because you only mentioned Child Psychology, Social Psychology, 
and the Philosophy of Feminism. What else are you taking?"

"Organic Chemistry," Kendall said. "I don't like it, but I've got 
to take it for medical school. Actually, it's not so bad, but 
it's a lot of memorization."

Susan nodded.

"My other two classes are okay, I guess," Kendall continued. "I 
don't really like French, but I have to take _something_ for my 
language requirement. Fortunately, I only have two more quarters 
of it. And last but not least, I have Literature of the English 
Bible."

"I thought you liked that one," I said.

"I thought I would too," she replied. "But the professor treats 
it more as a religion class than a literature class. I already 
believe in God; I don't need to be 'saved.' I want to analyze the 
Bible as literature, for the stories and allegories, not the 
religious content. So class feels more like a sermon than 
anything else. And I don't like the professor's brand of 
fundamentalist Christianity. I guess it's not what I expected."

"That's too bad," Susan said.

Before she could say anything else, Raymond returned pushing a 
cart loaded with Susan's luggage.

"I see what you mean about that not fitting in the Jeep," I said 
to Susan. In addition to her carry-on bag, she had a largish 
suitcase, a hanging garment bag, and a steamer trunk. "You needed 
all _that_ for a one-month trip?"

"Oh, no," she said, "just the suitcases. The trunk is full of 
presents for friends."

"Oh," I said, perking up.

"And if you play your cards right," she added, "you just might 
get a couple of them."

"I'll fetch the car right away, ma'am," Raymond said at a break 
in the conversation.

"Thank you, Raymond," Susan replied with a warm smile.

Once again, he blushed.

"You can't _help_ but charm defenseless old men," I said to her 
when he was safely out of earshot.

"I like charming the younger ones too," she said, glancing at 
Kendall and sharing a conspiratorial smile. "At least _one_ 
younger one."

At that, it was _my_ turn to blush.

With bright laughter, Susan and Kendall looped their arms through 
mine and we headed out to wait for the limo.

-----

At the Radisson, Raymond signaled a bellman to help with the 
luggage. When the young man headed into the lobby, his cart laden 
with Susan's bags, Raymond took off his hat and walked over to us.

"Excuse me, ma'am," he said. Then he produced a business card and 
handed it to Susan. "This is the phone number for the car. You 
can call it when you're ready for me to pick you up, or you can 
call the hotel's front desk. The manager is Mr. Tilley, he knows 
me. I'm at your disposal until midnight, but if you need me later 
than that, I'll be happy to drive you."

"Thank you, Raymond," Susan said graciously. Then she looked at 
her watch. "It's only six fifteen now," she said, "and we 
probably want to have a late dinner."

"Very good, ma'am," he said.

"Can you recommend someplace? A nice four-star restaurant, 
perhaps?"

"Of course, ma'am. I know just the place. It's American cuisine, 
but with continental service. Would you like me to make 
reservations for you?"

"Yes, thank you," Susan said. "And then if you'd please pick us 
up here at eight."

He nodded and started to turn, but she stopped him with a gesture.

"We probably won't need the car until then, Raymond," she said. 
"So if you'd like to have a bite to eat before you pick us up..."

"Why, thank you, ma'am," he said. Then he straightened his 
shoulders, put on his cap, and bowed slightly. "I'll pick you up 
at eight, ma'am."

"Thank you," she said.

With that, he walked toward the limo, and we headed inside. After 
Susan checked into the hotel, the bellman escorted us to a well-
appointed room (which was nicer than the one my parents had 
stayed in). It wasn't exactly a suite, but in addition to the 
king-size bed, it had a separate sitting area, with a couch, two 
chairs, and a coffee table.

While the bellman unloaded the luggage and flowers, I surveyed 
the room. When he finished with Susan's bags, she asked him to 
have the manager send up two flower vases. Then she extended her 
hand and passed the bellman a folded bill. His tip must have been 
generous, because his eyes lit up. He promised that he'd 
personally deliver the vases.

"Tipping is an art form," Susan said to me when the bellman had 
gone. "You've got to tip enough, but not _too_ much. And you've 
got to be discreet, but obvious enough to get their attention."

"Did Jack teach you that?" Kendall asked.

"Oh, no," Susan said with a bright laugh. "My father did," she 
said, waxing nostalgic. "He taught me all about business. I think 
he wanted a son, but he had me instead. And instead of letting my 
mother turn me into a genteel Southern Lady, he made sure I had a 
good head for business. I started helping him manage some of his 
affairs when I was twelve or thirteen. Mother still taught me 
manners and etiquette, though; I couldn't escape that." Then she 
smiled warmly. "Enough about me. Let's open up my trunk and see 
what treasures we can find."

Before we could, the bellman announced his return with a knock on 
the door. When Susan opened it, he handed her the vases and she 
tipped him again.

"Before we get to the presents," Susan said as she closed the 
door, "Kendall and I need to put our flowers in water. And we 
need to talk."

I lifted my eyebrows.

"Girl talk."

"So you're not invited," Kendall added with a grin.

"Exactly," Susan said.

Without another word, the two women sequestered themselves--and 
their flowers--in the bathroom. They were in there for almost 
fifteen minutes. When they emerged, they were both grinning.

"Why do I feel like the antelope at a party of lionesses?" I 
asked no one in particular.

"Come to think of it," Susan said with a grin, "we _were_ talking 
about your future."

"Oh?"

"Mmm hmm. But let's open presents first," she said, ignoring my 
question.

"We didn't get you anything," Kendall said.

"You got me the roses," Susan said. "And it's a big present to 
see both of you, although I wish Gina could've joined us."

"We'll see her tomorrow," I said.

"But in the meantime," Susan said, grinning at Kendall, "she's 
going to miss a fun night."

"Oh?" I asked.

"Mmm hmm." Without saying more, Susan opened her trunk and 
withdrew several gift-wrapped boxes. She handed a large, flat one 
and a smaller one to Kendall. Then she passed a box and an 
envelope to me. Finally, she set another two boxes aside. "These 
are for Gina," she said.

Kendall and I nodded.

"There's one more for you, Paul" she said, "but I had to order it. 
The salesman assured me that you'd receive it by next week, 
though."

"Thanks," I said, "but you shouldn't have."

"Nonsense," she replied. "I'm a wealthy old woman, who else am I 
going to spend money on, if not my friends?"

"You're _not_ old," I said.

Kendall nodded in agreement.

"Okay," Susan conceded, "I'm a wealthy middle-aged woman."

"How about, 'you're a wealthy _beautiful_ woman'?" I suggested 
without the slightest grin.

"Doesn't he say the nicest things?" Susan asked Kendall.

Kendall hugged my arm and nodded.

"Kendall, open your big box first," Susan suggested.

Kendall tore open the wrapping paper, her eyes alight with 
anticipation. When she lifted the box's lid and flipped back the 
tissue paper, she gasped.

"What?" I asked, my curiosity overwhelming my manners. 
Impatiently, I cocked my head to the side to read the upside-down 
logo on the box: Christian Dior.

"Oh my goodness," Kendall gushed, "it's... _stunning_."

"_What?_"

With tears welling up, Kendall reached into the box and withdrew 
a shimmering silver dress.

"I actually got it in New York," Susan explained, "but I've been 
saving it until I saw you in person."

"Oh, you shouldn't have," Kendall whispered.

"Nonsense," Susan said. "It's something I knew you wouldn't buy 
for yourself."

Kendall sighed again, her eyes riveted to the dress.

"There's a clutch purse as well," Susan added.

Kendall withdrew a matching silver purse. At Susan's urging, she 
opened the smaller box as well; it contained a pair of shoes.

"I had to call your mother to find out what size you wore," Susan 
said.

"Oh my goodness," Kendall said again. "This is too much."

"See if the dress fits," Susan said, ignoring Kendall's protests. 
Then she glanced at me. "You might need to help her with the 
zipper, Paul."

Kendall started to head into the bathroom, but then pulled up 
short. "I don't know where my head is," she said. "We've all seen 
each other naked. Do you mind if I try it on out here?" she asked.

"I was hoping you would," I said.

She blushed prettily.

"Here," I added, "I'll hold the new dress."

She nodded and handed me the silver slip of a dress. As she slid 
off the outfit she was wearing, I couldn't help but admire her 
body. When she put on the new dress, she looked fantastic. The 
dress revealed a healthy expanse of tanned cleavage, and it fit 
like a second skin.

When she struck a model pose, Susan and I nodded approvingly. 
Then she looked at her rear end and frowned.

"What?" I asked.

"You can see my panty lines," she said.

"Take them off," I suggested.

She rolled her eyes but then smiled shyly.

"He's right," Susan added.

"Here," I said, dropping to my knees, "I'll help." Before Kendall 
could protest, I deftly reached under the dress and pulled her 
panties down her long legs. Then I grinned up at her. "Much 
better," I said.

"For whom?" she asked archly.

"For _me_, of course," I said. When I stood up, I grinned 
roguishly.

"Open your first present, Paul," Susan suggested after a moment. 
"The envelope."

"Okay."

As I did, she stood and walked to the closet. The card inside the 
envelope simply read "Brooks Brothers, Madison Avenue, New York." 
My jaw fell open. When I looked up, Susan had retrieved a suit 
bag from her hanging garment bag. Then she unzipped it to reveal 
the dark suit inside.

"It's double-breasted," she explained. "Your mom said you like 
that style. She told me your measurements, and one of the 
salesmen helped me pick it out. I hope it fits."

"Oh, Paul," Kendall said. "It's so handsome."

I tried on the coat and it fit perfectly. The trousers looked 
like they were a little big in the waist, but I could cinch them 
in with a belt.

"I wanted to get you a tailored suit," Susan explained, "but they 
couldn't do that without more detailed measurements."

"This is... _great_," I said. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome," she said, smiling warmly. "Open your next 
present."

The box contained a pair of shirts and ties, also from Brooks 
Brothers.

"Your mom said you had dress shoes," Susan said.

I nodded. "They're just black wingtips, though," I said.

"They'll look fine."

Kendall nodded in agreement.

"I thought we could get all dressed up and have a nice dinner 
tonight," Susan said. "How's that sound?"

Kendall and I quickly nodded.

"Good," Susan said. Then she glanced meaningfully at Kendall.

When Kendall nodded, almost imperceptibly, I began to wonder what 
they were up to.

"Paul?"

I turned to regard Kendall as calmly as I could. "Mmm hmm?"

"Susan and I thought maybe we could..."

"Could...?" I prompted, my eyes smiling.

"Would you two like to spend the night here?" Susan asked.

"Does that mean what I think it does?" I asked.

Kendall's eyes sparkled in anticipation.

So did Susan's. "If you'd like...," she said.

"Is this what you two were talking about in the bathroom?" I 
asked.

Susan nodded. "It's one of the things," she said. "I didn't want 
to invite you if...," she said, trailing off. Then she glanced 
deferentially at Kendall. "If... circumstances... had changed, that 
is."

When I looked at Kendall, she could barely suppress her 
enthusiasm.

"Oh, I don't think they've changed all that much," I said. "In 
other words, we'd love to spend the night."

-----

As the women monopolized the bathroom to put on their makeup and 
curl their hair, I changed into my suit pants and one of the new 
shirts. The sizing made it stiff and a little itchy, but I'd 
survive.

When Susan and Kendall emerged from the bathroom, my jaw dropped.

Susan had a deep blue dress that was similar to Kendall's, only 
more demure. It was sophisticated and elegant, much like Susan 
herself. Kendall, with her hair and makeup done, looked gorgeous.

"Wow," I said.

"So you'll be seen in public with us?" Susan asked wryly.

"Maybe not," I said. "I mean, we might not _get_ that far."

"I guess he thinks he's going to get lucky," Susan said to 
Kendall.

Kendall grinned at me. "He already _is_ lucky."

"You're right," Susan added. "He just thinks he's going to get 
_laid_."

"Well?" I asked. "Aren't I?"

"No," she said. With a smirk, she glanced at Kendall. Then she 
looked back to me, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "You're 
going to do the laying, though."

"Oh, you think so?"

"Mmm hmm."

I looked at Kendall. "And what about you?" I asked with a wry 
grin. "Do you expect to get lucky too?"

She merely smiled.

"If you know what's good for you," Susan said to me with a grin. 
Then she held up a hand to forestall my reply. "Your suit looks 
good," she said. "How do _we_ look?" With that, she and Kendall 
posed for me.

"You look... fan-fucking-_tastic!_"

After a few more compliments, I put on my coat, tightened my tie, 
and we headed out. Downstairs, Raymond was waiting for us. When 
he saw the women and their dresses, he swallowed hard, although 
he recovered his composure a lot quicker than I would have. With 
a flourish, he opened the limo's door and then closed it behind 
us.

During the short drive to my dorm--so I could change shoes--Susan, 
Kendall, and I made small talk. When I sped through the North 
Carrick lobby in my swank new suit, I got some curious looks, but 
I didn't stop to worry about them. Upstairs, I changed into dark 
socks and my dress shoes.

On a whim, I dug to the bottom of my underwear drawer and 
retrieved the cock ring. Gina and I hadn't tried it, but I 
thought it might come in handy with Susan and Kendall. In reality, 
I was a little nervous about using it, but I figured that Susan 
would know what to do. Besides, I was willing to try almost 
anything once. So I pocketed the nubby little ring, picked up the 
shoebox (which now contained my everyday shoes), and headed 
downstairs.

Fifteen minutes later, Raymond dropped us off at a nice 
restaurant a short distance from downtown. Inside, the hostess 
seated us at a round booth near the back of the restaurant. I sat 
in the middle, with Kendall to my right, and Susan on my left. 
The restaurant was fairly crowded with people--most of them in 
town for the football game the next day--but it wasn't so crowded 
that it was oppressive.

"Order anything you like," Susan said after the waiter brought 
our menus. "My treat."

"You don't have to do that," I said. Unfortunately, my words rang 
hollow as soon as I looked at the prices on the menu. I _wanted_ 
to pay for dinner, but it was well out of my league.

"No, I don't," Susan said. "But I _want_ to. And if either of you 
get to eat out very often, especially on a college student's 
budget, I'd be surprised. So this is my treat. No arguments, 
okay?"

Kendall and I nodded.

"Besides," Susan added with a glance at me, "we need to make sure 
you've got lots of energy for later."

"Oh, really?" I asked.

"Mmm hmm. We have plans for you. _Nefarious_ plans."

"Nefarious, huh?"

Kendall nodded.

"See?" Susan asked, indicating Kendall. "My partner in crime 
agrees."

Before she could say anything else, the waiter returned. As he 
filled our water glasses, we studied our menus.

"You need to eat something," Kendall whispered, leaning close. 
"You look fine, so quit starving yourself."

"Yes, mother," I said sarcastically.

"I'm serious," she said.

"Okay," I said, relenting. "I'll eat."

"I'll make it worth your while," she whispered.

When I looked at her, she grinned suggestively. "Oh?" I asked.

She nodded.

I waggled my eyebrows at her.

Before Kendall could whisper a reply, the waiter asked, "May I 
take your drink order?"

"Yes," Susan said smoothly. "We'd like a bottle of champagne--
Veuve Clicquot or Moet, please."

"Certainly, ma'am," the waiter said. For a moment, he looked like 
he wanted to ask Kendall and me for our IDs, but then he glanced 
at Susan and decided against it. "Would you like to start with an 
appetizer?" he asked instead.

Susan glanced at Kendall and me.

"I guess," I said.

Susan consulted her menu. "We'd like an order of Oysters 
Bienville and a shrimp cocktail, please," she told the waiter.

For a moment, I was enraptured by her worldly confidence. I was 
seeing an entirely different side of Susan, although I shouldn't 
have been surprised that she was so poised. And while I knew she 
had grown up in a wealthy family, I didn't get to see her 
sophistication in the camp's environment. There, she was simply 
"Aunt Susan." Out here, in the "real world," she was an elegant, 
cultured lady.

But underneath it all, she was still my friend, my mentor, and my 
first lover. She didn't put on airs and she didn't look down on 
people. In fact, one of her best friends in camp, Gunny Kershaw, 
was as hard-bitten as they come, but she treated him like a 
favored uncle.

I began to realize that Susan treated people with respect--no 
matter who they were--and they respected her in turn. I don't 
think it was something she consciously did, though. She was 
polite and gracious, but above all, she was down-to-earth.

A few minutes later, the waiter interrupted my introspection as 
he returned with an ice bucket and our champagne.

"The Moet, ma'am," he said, holding the bottle up for Susan's 
inspection. "Reserve Imperial."

"Thank you," she said. "That will be fine."

After he poured us three glasses, he took our dinner orders. 
Susan ordered the lobster, and Kendall ordered a filet mignon. 
After a little prodding from both women, I ordered the lobster 
and prime rib. It was more food than I wanted to eat, but 
ordering it satisfied Kendall's mothering instinct.

"A toast," Susan said as soon as the waiter left. She lifted her 
champagne flute and then waited for us to follow suit. "Paul, 
would you do the honors?"

"I don't know what to say," I confessed, my face heating. A 
couple of corny things ran through my mind, but I eventually 
settled on something sappy. "To good friends," I said. Then I had 
an impish thought. "To good friends," I repeated, "and to 
beautiful women. One or the other is nice, but the luckiest men 
have both."

"Cheers," Susan and Kendall said at the same time, both of them 
smiling.

We clinked our glasses together and drank.

"That was so _gallant_," Kendall whispered, hugging my arm. Then 
she took my hand and placed it on her thigh. With a mischievous 
grin, she began moving my hand toward her pussy.

My eyes widened when I remembered that she wasn't wearing panties. 
With a sigh, she spread her legs to give me better access. A 
moment later, my fingers encountered her shaved slit. She was 
already hot and damp, and she shuddered when my fingers brushed 
her hooded clit. A moment later, her eyes popped open and she 
swallowed hard.

"You get me _so_ worked up," she whispered.

When I glanced up, I realized that Susan was grinning at our 
semi-conspicuous antics.

"Susan's not wearing any panties either," Kendall said softly, 
her lips close to my ear.

"Oh, she's not?" I asked, loud enough that Susan could hear.

"Not what?" she asked.

"Kendall just told me a secret," I said.

"Oh?" Susan asked.

I nodded. Then I motioned for her to lean close. "Kendall said 
you're not wearing any underwear either," I said softly.

"Would you like to find out for yourself?" she asked, her eyes 
glittering.

I looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to us 
and then lowered my left hand below the level of the table. The 
white linen tablecloth would screen us from view, so I decided to 
be bold.

Susan moistened her lips in anticipation as I ran my hand along 
her thigh. Then she uncrossed her legs and spread them for me. 
Her smooth pussy wasn't as wet as Kendall's, but it was still 
moist.

With my fingers on each woman's pussy, I teased their clits. Both 
of them shut their eyes. Kendall whimpered in pleasure, while 
Susan merely sighed.

"I'm very sensitive," Susan said softly, after a moment. Then she 
pulled my hand away. "And it's been a while," she added. Finally, 
she opened her eyes and gazed at me. "I'm also very worked up. 
I'd hate to embarrass us by having an orgasm. Trust me, it 
_wouldn't_ be quiet."

As I pulled my hand back up, I discreetly licked my finger, 
tasting her musk.

"Hold that thought," she said with a grin.

I nodded.

"I don't know why," Kendall whispered from my right, "but I love 
watching you with her. She's so sexy."

"You are too," I said. "I can't imagine two more beautiful 
women."

"Maybe he _will_ get lucky after all," Susan said quietly.

At that point, the waiter returned and freshened our champagne. A 
moment later, our appetizers arrived.

"I don't know if I want to try the oysters," Kendall said.

"Actually, they're pretty good," I said.

Time spent at my grandparents' house in Florida had given me a 
taste for seafood, and I liked it all. Kendall, on the other hand, 
was an inland girl. She liked shrimp and catfish, but not much 
more than that. It was one of the few areas where she wouldn't 
even experiment.

"They're supposed to be good for your libido," Susan said, 
indicating the oysters. "So I think we should let Paul eat 
these."

"Is a half-dozen enough?" Kendall asked with a grin. "We can 
order more, right?"

As the women chuckled, I ate an oyster. They were topped with 
some kind of stuffing and then baked, but they were still 
delicious. True to their word, the women let me eat all six of 
them. For a moment, I forgot that I was trying to watch my weight. 
Instead, I succumbed to the sinfully delicious flavor of the 
Oysters Bienville.

"We saved a couple of shrimp for you," Kendall said, pushing the 
cocktail-sauce-filled martini glass toward me.

I hesitated for only a moment. It had been a while since I'd 
really eaten anything substantial, much less shrimp, so I grabbed 
one and dipped it in the spicy red sauce. Susan was right, we 
_didn't_ get to eat like this on a college student's budget.

After the waiter cleared the remains of our appetizers, he 
brought our salads. While we ate them, the women kept me on edge 
with suggestive conversation and deft caresses. I returned the 
favor, delving between their legs and teasing them as often as I 
could. By the time our entrees arrived, I was ready to explode.

We drank another bottle of champagne with dinner (which was 
excellent). I knew I'd pay for it in pounds, but I ate the entire 
lobster tail _and_ my prime rib. With each bite I took, however, 
I could smell Kendall's arousal on my hand, which only served to 
make my erection swell with anticipation.

After we finished our entrees, we ordered a slice of Red Velvet 
cake (my favorite) with three forks. Susan also convinced me to 
order a glass of cognac.

With a shock, I realized that it was almost eleven. The cognac 
was buzzing through my head--not to mention my sinuses--and I was 
feeling no pain.

When Susan glanced at her watch, she suggested that we return to 
the hotel. Then she paid the bill with her charge card and we 
stood up. As soon as we stepped outside, a pair of headlights 
pierced the night. A moment later, Raymond eased the limo to a 
stop in front of us. Without waiting for him, I opened the rear 
door and ushered the girls inside.

After a quick stop at a liquor store--to get another bottle of 
champagne--we returned to the Radisson. Susan thanked Raymond and 
arranged a time for him to meet us the next day. Then she warmly 
wished him a good night (which made him blush) and we headed 
inside.

The lobby was practically deserted when we walked through it, so 
once we turned into the elevator foyer, I put my hand on 
Kendall's ass. She was still a little tipsy--and a lot horny--so 
she pressed back against me and gyrated her hips. Since no one 
could see us, I reached down and lifted her dress. Then I cupped 
her bare ass.

When the elevator car arrived, it was deserted as well, so I 
didn't remove my hand from Kendall's derriere. On a whim, I set 
down the bottle of champagne and put my hand on Susan's ass as 
well. When I lifted her dress, she grinned at me, her eyes a 
little glassy.

As the elevator ascended, I continued playing with the women's 
asses, running my fingers between their cheeks and teasing them. 
When the elevator reached Susan's floor, I grabbed the champagne 
and we stepped into the foyer.

The wall to our right held a large mirror, so I set down the 
bottle, turned us as a group, and put my arms around the women. 
Then I looked at our reflection. At that point, I had a 
mischievous idea.

"What're you doing?" Kendall asked with a giggle.

"I'm taking off your dress," I said as I lowered the zipper.

"Not here, Paul," she said.

"Yes here." In the mirror, Susan and I exchanged glances.

She raised her eyebrows but then smiled in agreement.

"Take off your dress," I urged Kendall. "C'mon, I wanna see your 
body."

"You will," she said, holding up the bodice of her dress. "Soon."

"I want to see you _now_."

"But we're in the hallway," she said, tipsy, but not drunk enough 
that she automatically followed my lead.

"I want to walk to Susan's room with you naked," I said.

"But her room's at the end of the hall," Kendall protested. "What 
if someone comes out of their room?"

"It's almost midnight," I said. "No one's gonna be in the hall."

With a little more convincing, Kendall finally let me take off 
her dress. In her heels, she was an inch or two taller than me, 
but she looked stunning. I tweaked her nipples to bring them to 
full erection and then stood beside her.

When I glanced at Susan, she merely smiled and asked me to help 
her with her zipper. A moment later, she stepped out of her dress 
and stood next to me. I looked at our reflection in the mirror, 
me in my dark suit, two naked women flanking me, one tall, one 
shorter, both buxom and brunette, both clean-shaven.

Kendall wanted to hurry to Susan's room. Susan and I grinned at 
each other and silently agreed on a more leisurely pace. I draped 
the dresses over my arm and then picked up the bottle of 
champagne.

As we walked toward Susan's room, I could sense Kendall's 
nervousness; it was almost palpable. But I could also tell that 
she was excited. The thrill of being nude--in public--was heady 
and exciting. She wanted to quicken our pace, but Susan and I 
walked with stately, measured steps.

When we were about halfway down the hallway, a door ahead of us 
opened.

Kendall froze.

"Just keep walking," I said, my voice pitched low.

"Give me my dress," she pleaded.

I shook my head.

"Paul, _please_."

"No."

"They're coming out," she said, frantic.

"_Don't_ cover yourself," I said. "Let 'em see."

When a man walked out of the open doorway, Kendall tensed up.

"Relax," I said quietly. "Smile and be polite. He'll think he's 
dreaming."

On my left, Susan grinned and ran her fingers through her hair to 
shake it out.

"Paul, _please_," Kendall begged again.

At that point, her pleas became academic; the man turned toward 
us and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Keep walking... smile," I told Kendall, sotto voce. "I'm sure he 
sees beautiful, naked women walking down hotel hallways all the 
time."

The guy, dressed in pajamas and carrying an ice bucket, simply 
stared as we walked toward him. When we passed him, I felt his 
eyes on us. Puckishly, I lowered my hand and squeezed Kendall's 
bare ass. Then I had to choke back a chuckle as I heard his ice 
bucket clatter to the floor.

Once we reached Susan's room, she withdrew her key from her purse 
and unlocked the door. Inside, Kendall pressed her luscious body 
against me and kissed me fiercely.

"Oh my goodness," she panted. "That was _so_ exciting."

"Did you see his hard-on?" Susan asked the younger woman.

Kendall shook her head. "I just looked straight forward," she 
said. Then she glanced at Susan. "He was hard?"

"As a rock," Susan said with a smug grin.

Then I had another brilliant idea. Kendall looked at me curiously 
as I hurried across the room and grabbed our own ice bucket. 
Susan figured out what I was up to and winked at me.

"C'mon," I said to Kendall. "Let's go get some ice to chill the 
champagne."

She stood stock still, her exhibitionist desire warring with her 
conservative nature. I could tell that she _wanted_ to go back 
out into the hall with me, but she was afraid at the same time.

"Are you coming?" I asked. Then I had to stifle another chuckle 
as I watched the emotions play across her face: excitement, fear, 
anticipation, nervousness, and more. Without waiting for her to 
answer, I turned her toward the door. With a gentle pressure at 
the small of her back, I got her moving. "We'll be back in a few 
minutes," I said to Susan, who merely grinned at my audacity.

Once in the hall, Kendall straightened her shoulders and 
tentatively looped her arm through mine.

"When we get back to the room," I said as we started walking, 
"I'm going to fuck you silly."

Beside me, she shuddered with pent-up desire.

"I'm going to make you go down on Susan, while I fuck you from 
behind. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

After a moment's hesitation, she nodded.

"And you like the idea of that guy seeing you again, don't you?"

Another nod.

"Are you going to look for his hard-on this time?" I asked.

Guiltily, she nodded a third time.

"You like knowing how hot guys think you are, don't you?"

"Yes," she whispered after an agonized pause.

As we purposefully walked toward the vending room, where the ice 
machine was, our excitement mounted. When we neared the room, we 
heard the door open and then saw the pajama-clad man emerge.

His jaw dropped.

"Evening," I said as casually as I could.

He didn't answer.

When Kendall glanced down, I followed her gaze and realized that 
not only was his dick hard, it was almost protruding from his 
pajamas' gaping fly.

He didn't move as we stepped past him and entered the vending 
room. The door had a window in it, so he could see us as it 
closed. I set my ice bucket next to the ice machine and then 
turned Kendall so her back was to the door.

"God," I said, "you're so hot."

"Is he still there?" she asked.

I looked past her and then nodded.

"Oh my goodness, Paul," she practically gushed. "Make him leave."

"Why?" I asked. "I want him to watch as you suck me."

Her eyes flew wide.

"Get on your knees," I directed.

"Is he still there?"

I nodded.

"I can't," she said. "I can't let him see."

"Get on your knees," I said slowly, deliberately.

As if in a trance, she slowly knelt before me.

"Take out my cock."

She unzipped my trousers and then reached inside. For a moment, 
she fumbled with the fly of my briefs. Finally, she simply 
dragged the briefs' waistband down and pulled out my cock, 
ignoring the fly altogether.

"Now, suck me," I said.

"Is he still watching?"

"Uh-huh. Only now, he's playing with himself."

With a low moan, Kendall engulfed my cock. The warm wetness of 
her mouth almost overwhelmed me, but I managed to maintain my 
balance.

Outside the tiny room, the man peered at us, his fist pumping his 
cock.

After almost a minute, I pulled my dick from Kendall's mouth.

"Let's head back to the room," I said. "I want to fuck you."

She nodded as I helped her to her feet.

Without putting my dick back in my trousers, I half-filled the 
ice bucket. When we opened the door to the hallway, the guy took 
his hand off his dick. It jutted through the fly, angry and red--
and kind of short. He glanced at my cock, which was also sticking 
through my fly, but then he quickly looked away. Finally, his 
eyes locked on Kendall's gently swaying breasts.

With a grin that he couldn't see, I ushered Kendall into the hall 
and turned toward Susan's room. I could feel the guy's eyes on us 
as we walked. When we knocked on Susan's door, I looked back 
toward the vending room. The guy was still standing there, 
frantically jerking off. A moment later, Susan opened the door 
and let us in.

"That guy was jerking off as he stared at me," Kendall blurted.

"You've already gotten started, I see," Susan said with a grin, 
glancing at my erection for emphasis.

I nodded.

"Oh my goodness," Kendall said, "Paul made me suck him, _while 
that guy was watching_." Far from outraged, she sounded excited.

"Oh he did, did he?" Susan asked.

While Kendall breathlessly related the story, I put the champagne 
bottle into the ice bucket. When I turned back to the women, 
Susan was smirking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," she said.

"No, what?"

"Oh," she said after a moment, "I was just thinking about a 
certain trip to the grocery store."

I felt my face heat at the mention of our memorable trip to Winn-
Dixie, more than three years before.

Before Kendall could ask her to elaborate, I pulled the tall girl 
close and kissed her. She responded by pressing her body against 
me and reaching for my erection.

"Suck me off," I said to her when we broke the kiss.

Susan arched an eyebrow at me.

"You too," I said, half teasing, half serious.

"Yes, _sir_," she teased in return. "The blowjob brigade, 
reporting for duty, sir."

"You may proceed," I said loftily.

With that, the two women sank to their knees before me and 
started sucking my cock. As they did, I took off my suit coat and 
tossed it toward the couch. I know that wasn't the proper way to 
care for a fine suit, but at the moment, I didn't care.

While Kendall sucked me and Susan fondled my balls, I took off my 
shirt and tie. Then I kicked off my shoes and socks. Finally, I 
unbuckled my belt, unfastened my trousers, and lowered them. With 
Kendall still eagerly sucking me, Susan helped me take them off.

"What's this?" she asked as she held up the pants. Then she 
reached into the pocket and withdrew my cock ring. "Ooooh, nice," 
she purred. "But you have to be soft to put one of these on," she 
said. When she glanced up at me, her eyes danced with mirth. "I 
guess we'll just have to relieve some of your pressure."

She flashed me a shameless grin and then rejoined Kendall. With 
both women working on my dick, I quickly reached the point of no 
return. When I groaned, Kendall gripped my hips and wrapped her 
lips around my shaft. Then she swallowed as I filled her mouth 
with seed.

For a minute or two, we simply stood there, catching our breath. 
Then I helped the women to their feet and we moved to the couch. 
With a flourish, Susan held up the nubby cock ring.

"He got that... thing... with Gina," Kendall said flatly.

"Do you know what it does?" Susan asked.

Kendall shook her head. _And I don't care,_ her expression seemed 
to say.

"It keeps him hard longer, and prolongs his pleasure... as well as 
_ours_."

"Oh," Kendall said, brightening a little.

"Here," Susan said to the younger woman, "I'll show you how it 
works."

At first, Kendall's misgivings about the cock ring made her frown. 
But Susan's enthusiasm was contagious. As the older woman slid 
the ring over my semi-hard shaft, Kendall's inquisitiveness 
prevailed.

Since I routinely shaved the base of my cock, I didn't have much 
pubic hair to get tangled in the rubber ring. At the bottom of my 
shaft, Susan stretched the ring and pulled my balls through, one 
at a time.

At first, I was worried that the ring would be uncomfortable. To 
my surprise, however, it felt good.

"Now," Susan cautioned Kendall, "he shouldn't wear one of these 
for more than about thirty minutes at a time, because it does 
restrict blood flow."

Kendall nodded seriously.

"But once he gets hard, he'll _stay_ hard until he comes."

"He does that anyway," Kendall said, her interest piqued.

"Not really," Susan said. "A man's normal erection cycles."

Kendall cocked her head to the side.

"Do you notice how sometimes his head is bulbous and hard, while 
other times, it's softer?"

The younger woman nodded.

"And sometimes, it seems like his shaft is as hard as steel, 
while other times, it's more pliable."

"Yes, but he's still hard."

Susan nodded. "He's hard, all right, but he's not constantly 
_rock_ hard. That's what a cock ring does."

"Wow," Kendall said, clearly thinking about the possibilities.

"And it heightens _his_ pleasure," Susan added. "Since he can 
have sex longer, his orgasm has more time to build."

When Susan realized that I was as hard as I was going to get, she 
glanced at me and smiled. Then she looked past me, to Kendall. 
"Do you mind if I...?" she asked, nodding at my erection.

Kendall simply nodded.

Susan slid to the floor and crawled between my legs. Once she got 
settled, she gripped my shaft and looked up at me, her eyes full 
of anticipation. Then she kissed the tip of my shaft, which had 
turned red-purple. The cock ring wasn't cutting off circulation, 
but I could definitely feel its effects; my dick seemed twice as 
hard as usual.

When Susan wrapped her lips around my glans, however, I stopped 
thinking about the cock ring. Instead, I concentrated on her 
supple mouth. Then I pulled Kendall close. She came willingly, 
her warm breasts pressing against my chest and side.

"I love you," I said softly.

"I love you too."

"You liked knowing that guy was jerking off as you sucked me, 
didn't you?"

After a moment's reluctance, she nodded.

"You liked sucking me in front of him, didn't you?"

Once again, she nodded. Then she kissed me, surprising me with 
her intensity.

"I want you to watch as I go down on Susan," she whispered. "I 
don't know why, but it excites me."

"You like doing it," I said.

Tentatively, she nodded. "But I want you to watch," she stressed. 
"I don't think about women when you're not around." Then she 
shrugged. "I guess it excites me to think about doing it while 
you're watching. I don't think I'd want to do it if it were just 
me and some woman."

At that point, Susan took me into the back of her throat and I 
groaned.

"I'm going to learn how to do that," Kendall whispered in my ear. 
"I want to hear you groan like that when _I_ swallow you."

"I groan like that any time you're anywhere _near_ my dick," I 
said.

"I know," she breathed. Then she started nibbling my earlobe.

I gasped in ecstasy, assaulted from two directions at once. 
Between my legs, Susan moaned around my cock, the vibration 
sending shivers up my spine. At my neck, Kendall planted soft 
kisses, her breasts pressed against my side as she did.

After a minute, I cupped Kendall's ass and lifted her. When her 
breasts swung into range, I latched onto one of them. As my 
tongue circled her sensitive nipple, she cried out softly and 
held my head in place.

Fortunately, sucking Kendall's nipple didn't take much 
concentration, because Susan's lips and tongue were driving me 
wild. I didn't feel the urge to come--yet--but I could sense the 
pressure building. After several blissful minutes, I gently 
pushed Kendall back. Then I got Susan's attention.

"Let's move to the bed," I suggested. I glanced sidelong at 
Kendall before looking back at Susan. "Kendall wants to go down 
on you," I said to the older woman.

Beside me, Kendall tensed up in anticipation.

Once on the bed, Susan lay on her back, her legs spread 
invitingly. Her pussy was already swollen and slick, and I could 
tell that she'd been playing with herself while she sucked me. 
When I knelt next to her head, Kendall quickly moved between her 
legs.

Susan recaptured my obscenely hard member as I watched Kendall 
settle onto the bed. After she made sure I was looking, she 
spread Susan's clean-shaven labia and tongued her slit.

When Susan moaned, I tore my eyes away from Kendall's darting 
tongue. Beneath me, Susan tried to swallow more of my shaft. I 
lowered my hips and rocked forward, giving her a better angle on 
my cock. She moaned, the vibrations coursing up my length.

As Kendall eased two fingers into Susan's pussy, the older woman 
tensed up. Then she grabbed my hips and tried to pull me closer. 
A moment later, her face turned red and she let out an explosive 
breath. As her orgasm seized her, I tweaked and twisted her 
nipples, driving her higher. Between her legs, Kendall continued 
tonguing her slit. Lost in ecstasy, she moaned as waves of 
pleasure crashed over her.

Finally, Susan released my shaft, her chest heaving as she panted 
from the force of her climax. Then she gently pushed Kendall away 
and lay still. Kendall, her lips shiny from Susan's juices, 
smiled at me. Then her eyes drifted lower, to my hard-on. With 
the cock ring snug around my balls and the base of my shaft, I 
was still as hard as steel. Strangely, I felt the tingle of a 
building orgasm, but I knew I wasn't ready to come.

When I beckoned to Kendall, she rose on all fours and crawled 
forward--still between Susan's legs. Unbidden, she started 
licking and sucking Susan's nipples.

I moved behind Kendall and aimed my shaft at her round ass. Her 
pussy was drenched, and it only took me two thrusts to bury 
myself in her super-tight depths. When I gripped her hips to 
steady myself, she whimpered, the sound muffled by Susan's breast. 
I began thrusting, and the slapping rhythm of sex filled the room.

As I pounded into Kendall, I marveled at the cock ring's effect. 
I was still incredibly hard, but I didn't feel the immediate need 
to get off. The feeling was exquisite: a long, drawn-out buildup.

_Thanks, Gina,_ I thought sincerely. _I'm sorry I didn't get to 
use it on you first._

For the next several minutes, I simply plowed into Kendall, her 
pussy contracting around me every time I buried myself inside her. 
With each thrust, she rocked forward, but her lips never left 
Susan's breasts.

Finally, I started slamming into Kendall. Susan merely held the 
younger woman as I pounded into her from behind. Kendall cried 
out with each thrust, her cries eventually turning into one long, 
low moan. I maintained my furious pace for nearly a minute, my 
hips jackhammering back and forth as Kendall held on for dear 
life.

When I sat back on my haunches, my dick slipped from her molten 
pussy. I panted from the exertion, my swollen red cock jutting 
upward. Without words, Kendall and Susan untangled themselves. I 
went to move between Kendall's legs, but she stopped me with a 
gesture.

"Give me a second," she said, still breathing hard.

In response, Susan beckoned to me. When I glanced at Kendall, she 
nodded her assent.

As I moved between Susan's legs, she smiled up at me, her hands 
gliding along my triceps. I entered her in one smooth thrust. Her 
eyes danced with pleasure, although she closed them when I began 
thrusting.

"Oh, I've missed this," she breathed.

I increased my pace slowly, but soon enough, I was pounding into 
her with long, powerful strokes. As I did, I varied my thrusts, 
changing speed, depth, and angle. I was trying to give her as 
much pleasure as I could, with my cock alone. She urged me on 
with silent caresses, her face a mask of ecstasy.

After pounding into Susan for several minutes, I buried myself 
inside her and held still, my eyes clamped shut. I was getting 
close, and I didn't want to come yet.

"Look at Kendall," she said softly.

When I opened my eyes, I was startled to realize that Kendall was 
lying next to us. She was busy tugging and twisting her nipple 
with her left hand; her right was busy between her legs. My hard-
on bobbed as I pulled out of Susan. She smiled and then scooted 
out from under me.

As I moved between Kendall's legs, her eyes popped open and she 
gazed up at me, her expression wild. I held myself above her and 
then eased my hips forward. My super-swollen cock slid into her 
with little effort. She groaned as I bottomed out. When I began 
thrusting, my eyes were drawn to her breasts, which heaved each 
time I slammed into her.

As I thrust, Susan caressed my shoulders and back. My dick felt 
like it was ready to burst from the pressure, and I began to fear 
that I'd been wearing the cock ring too long. I quickened my pace, 
my beet red member a blur as I pumped in and out of Kendall's 
clean-shaven pussy.

"Come on her stomach," Susan quietly urged.

I swallowed hard and nodded, my nostrils flaring as I sucked in 
deep draughts of air.

With a low groan, I felt the beginning of my orgasm. Instead of 
occurring all at once, however, it developed slowly. Pleasure 
radiated from my groin, spreading outward in a building wave of 
ecstasy.

In a daze, I pulled out of Kendall. My cock slapped my stomach 
when I did. Then I felt Susan's hand on my engorged member, 
stroking me, caressing me. I clamped my eyes shut and the world 
went white. Like an avalanche gaining speed as it plunged down a 
mountain, my pleasure grew.

In slow motion, seconds ticked past. With each of them, the 
sensations redoubled. One second. Two seconds. Five seconds. Ten. 
Twenty. Thirty. The pleasure seemed to last forever. Finally, 
with a sharp, guttural cry, I erupted. It felt like I was 
shooting my entire body through my cock.

I don't know when I stopped spurting, but it seemed like thirty 
minutes had passed (the reality was probably closer to thirty 
_seconds_). As I slowly became aware of my surroundings again, I 
felt Susan's hand on my manhood. She lovingly milked me, slowly 
squeezing the last of my semen onto Kendall's belly. Then, ever 
so gently, Susan pulled the cock ring from around my shaft. I was 
still semi-hard, but soft enough that she could work it loose.

When I collapsed onto the bed in near-exhaustion, Susan moved 
between Kendall's spread thighs. Then she planted delicate kisses 
on the younger girl's quivering stomach. Finally, she began 
licking up my semen, chasing it around with her tongue and 
driving Kendall wild.

As Kendall trembled, I scooted close to her. Between her legs, 
Susan began licking her slit. Kendall sighed in pleasure and 
closed her eyes. As Susan worked on her clit, I toyed with her 
sensitive nipples. In a few short minutes, she arched her back 
and clutched at the bedspread. When she finally relaxed and 
settled to the bed, I kissed her.

As Kendall caught her breath, I looked down her body, over her 
trim, fluttering stomach. Susan grinned at me.

"Mmmmm," she said, "I love doing that."

Then she crawled from between Kendall's thighs and joined us. For 
several minutes, we lay together in silence, simply enjoying the 
afterglow.

A little while later, Susan propped herself on an elbow and got 
my attention.

"Would you open the champagne for us, Paul?" she asked. "I'm 
thirsty." Then she glanced at Kendall, who was still semi-dazed. 
"Would you like some?"

Kendall swallowed hard and then nodded.

As the women sat up, I opened the chilled champagne and poured 
three glasses. Since we were all thirsty, we drained them quickly. 
As I refilled them, Kendall laughed.

"What?" I asked.

"My mother always told me not to sit Indian style," she said as 
she crossed her legs. "Well, to heck with _that_; it's 
comfortable. And right now, I don't care _who_ sees all the way 
to the Promised Land."

"We're both _intimately_ familiar with the view," Susan said.

Kendall blushed and tried to cover it by taking a sip of her 
champagne.

"My mother told me the same thing," Susan said. "She used to say, 
'Sit with your knees together, dear; a lady is demure.'" Then she 
chuckled.

"What's so funny about that?" I asked.

"Well," she explained, "when I was older, Mother used to laugh 
and then follow that with, 'If you're going to show off your 
cunny, make sure you're properly rewarded.'"

Kendall and I looked at each other and grinned.

"I remember the first time I figured out what she meant," Susan 
mused with a wry smile. Then her smile turned mischievous and she 
crossed her legs, her still-puffy labia parting as she did. "I 
think I'll 'show off my cunny' as well," she said with a wink in 
Kendall's direction. "I'm sure we'll both be properly rewarded."

With that, the woman laughed, and I tried to cover my own 
embarrassment by taking a drink of champagne. As we polished off 
the bottle of champagne, we talked about everyday stuff. Then I 
playfully waved my shiny red cock at Susan.

"So," I asked, "who's ready for the next round?"

"Sorry," Susan said. "I'm bushed. It's been a long day. Besides, 
it's after two."

"I'm kinda sleepy too," Kendall said when I glanced at her.

"I guess I wasn't really in the mood anyway," I said.

In reality, I _had_ been in the mood, but if the women were tired, 
I wasn't going to push the issue. So while they turned down the 
bed, I hung up my far-flung suit. Then I did the same for their 
dresses. Finally, we turned out the lights and climbed into the 
king-size bed. With Kendall on my right and Susan on my left--
their warm, nude bodies pressing against me--we drifted off to 
sleep.

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