Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2000 23:52:50 EDT
From: Marc P <miniegg69@hotmail.com>
Subject: bisexual/college/corrupting-a-minor-8

CORRUPTING A MINOR

-by Marc P. (email miniegg69@hotmail.com)


CHAPTER 8


"Marc, honey, could you pass the shrimp?"

"Sure, Mom," I mumbled through my linguini.  I picked up the plate of scampi 
and passed it to my mother, who was sitting next to me.

It was Christmas Eve at my grandmother's house and the table was laden with 
piles of seafood of all kinds, a tradition in my family since my mother's 
side of the family was Italian.  There were clams casino, clams on the 
half-shell, shrimp scampi, shrimp cocktail, linguini con vongole, spaghetti 
con calamari, bacala, you name it was there.  The table was also abuzz with 
conversation, all my aunts and uncles and cousins were talking at loud and 
boisterous pace.  Ah the life of the Italians.  I got my aggression from my 
mother's side of the family.  My father's Irish gave me my lighter hair, 
fairer skin, and thank God not the Italian potbelly.

I think Julie was a little frightened by it all, though.  She'd visited the 
family before but she'd never seen them all at once and all like this, at 
our gluttonous best.  The wine flowed freely along with the fish.  She was 
engaged in a conversation with my thirteen year old cousin Liz, who was 
quite taken by her hair and nails and make-up.

On the other hand, I was trying to field questions about school, medical 
school applications, graduation, and my relationship with Julie from about 
thirty of my closest relatives.  No, we're not engaged.  Yes, we've been 
dating for awhile.  No, she's not Italian.  Yes, she is Catholic.

"So, whadya get that earring for?" my Uncle Robbie called from across the 
table, indicating the new stud I had put in my ear, shortly before winter 
break.  "It makes you look like a frickin' fairy."

I smiled wryly.  "Thanks, Uncle Robbie," I said.  "Ever supportive of my 
choices, as always."

"It's that damn liberal school you're going to," he said through a mouthful 
of bacala.  "Put those damn communist ideas in your head."

"Since when are earrings communist?" I said, popping another shrimp into my 
mouth.

"You know what I mean, numbnuts.  It all goes along with that liberal, homo 
bullshit."

Julie picked up on this and, grateful to get out of talking to Liz, leaned 
over.  "Oh, don't worry, Robbie," she said.  "He's not a fairy."  She licked 
up my jaw line and began to nibble on my ear.  Robbie laughed.  My mother 
glared at me and I quickly pushed Julie away, who instantly blushed from 
embarrassment, realizing she may have gone a bit too far.

"Are ya sure?" Robbie asked.  "Are you two sleeping together yet?"

"Robbie!" my mother cried and dropped her fork.  I blushed uncontrollably 
and nearly choked on my shrimp scampi.  Julie had now become bright pink 
bordering on red.

"Sorry, Louise," Robbie said, then laughed a deep belly laugh.

"Anyone for some more spaghetti?" my father called out, passing a huge bowl 
of spaghetti and calamari in a fra diavolo sauce.  The meal quickly resumed 
and I was back to fielding questions, grateful to get out of any questions 
that involved my sexuality.

I had decided to defer all medical school acceptances so I could move in 
with Julie down in New York for a year.  I was looking for internships doing 
some historical research for either a university or museum.  I didn't care 
what I just didn't think I could handle medical school yet.  Robbie thought 
I should get a real job instead of hiding from reality.  My grandfather was 
afraid I wasn't going to be going back to school.  My parents didn't want me 
moving in with Julie.  My grandmother was excited that I might get to meet 
Regis Philbin.

The rest of the evening went well enough.  We exchanged gifts.  I got mostly 
clothes, some sweaters, a nice pair of black shoes from my parents.  Julie 
gave me gold chain.  She says I'd look sexy in it, but the earring was the 
first piece of jewelry I'd ever worn.  I'd get used to it.  I gave Julie a 
gold bracelet.  I was going to get her an engagement ring, but I chickened 
out at the last second.  Proposing on Christmas would have been really nice, 
but I panicked.  And this is going to sound stupid, but it might very well 
have been Sean.  I knew I was in love with Julie, but if I got engaged we 
couldn't fool around anymore.  So it was commitment cold feet.  Commitment 
cold feet with a little fucked up twist.

We slept in separate rooms that night, Julie in my room, me on the couch in 
the living room.  There was no way in hell my mother was going to go for us 
staying together, even if we had been engaged.  And it's not like we would 
have slept together.  That would have been disrespectful.  Tie a freshman up 
and sodomize him was ok, but fuck your girlfriend in your parents house was 
definite no-no.  You have to draw lines, dammit.

Julie and I did have to get up early, though.  We were taking an early train 
into the City to spend Christmas with her family.  Her parents were in the 
Bahamas, but she had an aunt who lived on the Upper West Side, and some of 
her relatives were going to be there.  It was only fair that we split it up, 
and Christmas Eve was always a bigger holiday for my family anyway.

We stopped by a mailbox before catching the train.  Had to mail off a few 
photographic gifts to our dear friend Sean.  It was only right that he get 
his Christmas present sometime around the actual holiday.

The train into New York was fairly empty.  Julie and I slept most of the 
way, we were tired.  Grand Central Terminal was surprisingly quiet as well, 
I guess the amount of people traveling into the on Christmas morning was not 
that many.  We shuttled across to Times Square then hopped on the uptown 1-9 
train.  It was also fairly empty.  We chose one of the last cars and there 
was only this other couple with a young child, about five or six at the 
opposite end of the car.

"Pretty quiet this morning, huh?" I asked Julie.

"Yup," she yawned.  "It's early."  She snuggled into me and buried her face 
in my chest.  Slowly she started to caress my stomach through my heavy 
winter jacket.  I stroked her hair gently.  God, I could stay like this for 
ever.  Just ask her to marry her you idiot! I sighed.

The train stopped at Lincoln Center and the couple with the child got out, 
and as the doors closed behind them, Julie sat up abruptly.  "Wanna 
quickie?" she said.

"Huh?" I said, a little dazed.

But she didn't answer she just reached down and unzipped my pants.  As she 
undid the button, I pushed her hand away.  "What are you doing?" I said.  
"We're on a subway!"

"No one's here.  C'mon, it'll be fun!"

"But someone could come in."

"I know, that's what makes it fun."  She slid down on her knees and reached 
into my pants, and pulled my dick out of my shorts.

"Julie, this is insane, stop it."  But she just put her mouth around my 
flaccid penis and started to lick up and down.  I tired to protest but I was 
instantly hard.  The combination of the fact that we could get caught, 
followed by her exquisite oral ministrations got me up really quickly.  She 
was licking and slurping when the train slowed down at 72nd street.  She 
quickly sat up and I covered my crotch with my knapsack.  The doors opened 
but no one entered the car, but I have no idea how many people saw from the 
platform as the train came by.  Julie looked at me and giggled.

When the doors slid closed again and the train recommenced traveling 
northward, she slid back down and pushed the bag aside.  Again she was 
attacking my dick, licking the head and gently stroking the base between her 
fingers.  She did this for about a minute or so, then the train slowed again 
at 79th street.  Again she pulled off me and I covered my rock-hard prick as 
the doors opened.  This time, a young couple with a four or five year old 
son got onto the train, dressed in their Sunday best.  Julie just giggled 
and I blushed intensely.  They sat down at the other end of the train and I 
tried my best to surreptitiously tuck my throbbing cock back into my pants.

We got off at the next stop and walked a few blocks to her aunt's house.  I 
made her walk slow because I was having a bitch of a time getting my hard-on 
to go away.  We ended up spending a few days there, it was a nice 
three-story brownstone, with a courtyard which it was unfortunately too cold 
to use.  I was glad it was snowing though, albeit the day after Christmas.  
I only had a white Christmas once in my life, so this came a close second.

Julie and I had decided to spend New Year's Eve in New Orleans with Steve 
and his new girlfriend Rebecca.  We met them at JFK a few days before.  I'd 
never really met Rebecca.  I saw her once at a party, when Steve was macking 
on her.  Obviously it worked.  She was a hot little number, short blond 
hair, skinny as a rail.  Nice ass, if I do say so myself, and a pair of legs 
I'm sure were to die for, except this being winter in the Northeast, I 
wasn't going to get my fill for a while.  Her breast were on the small side, 
but that can be really good, no?  I had a friend who used to say all you 
needed was a handful.

We got ourselves a room right on Bourbon Street.  It was noisy, but we 
didn't have to go far to find the party.  We didn't have to go far to hear 
the party, either.  In fact, we didn't have to go far to smell the party.  I 
think we could have very well gotten high just from the fumes.  We spent the 
first day doing some touristy stuff.  Rebecca was a huge Anne Rice fan so we 
had to go see her house.  They were actually giving a tour that afternoon so 
she made us wait in line for like two hours to see it.  I had to admit it 
was quite the home.  I mean, the whole Garden District was beautiful, but 
actually getting to see the inside and yards of one of the mansions was 
amazing.  When I make my millions, I tell you that's where I'm living!

The food was a gastronomical delight!  I love shellfish and the gumbo and 
crawdads and all that Cajun cooking sent me into seventh heaven.  We snacked 
on pralines and beignets at the Cafe du Monde, and walked up and down the 
streets, marveling in the uniqueness of this city.  We even went to a real 
voodoo temple, which was nothing more than this tiny room with 
various `shrines,' which as far as I could tell were just random junk in 
various heaps on the floor.  Hey, every religion has it's quirks.

Nighttime landed us back at Bourbon Street.  After hopping from bar to bar 
doing random shots offered to us by scantily clad barmaids, we bumped into 
this bar called Pat O'Brien's.  From the looks of their sign they 
specialized in Hurricanes.  I'm not a huge fan of fruity drinks, nor are 
Steve or Julie for that matter.  The three of us used to sit in mine and 
Steve's room freshman year drinking whiskey sours.  But Rebecca wanted to 
try them, so we went in.  It was a little chilly, so we didn't sit at the 
patio bar, but got a table off in the corner inside.

According to the menu they had many tropical fruity drinks, in different 
sizes.  The one that caught my eye was the three gallon Hurricane.  I did a 
rough calculation and decided that that was an awful lot of alcohol.  I 
joked about us trying it.  We were already a little buzzing, but the groups 
seemed to think we could handle it.  Well Steve did.

"Sure, Marky," he said.  "I'm up for the challenge.  What about you ladies?"

Julie chuckled.  "I dunno.  That be quite the alcoholic drink there..."

"Becca?" Steve asked.  She just shrugged.  The waiter came over and asked to 
take our order.  Steve asked him about the three gallon drink.

"Well," said the waiter skeptically, "It comes in a large hurricane glass 
with some really long straws.  But it's a lot of alcohol."

"How many people usually take to finish it?" I asked.

"Usually groups of six or eight get it.  I've seen four do it but they were 
much bigger than you guys were.  I wouldn't recommend it.  I'll let you guys 
decide a few minutes and come back?"  I nodded and he left.

Julie was glowering.  "You realized he challenged us, don't you?"

"What?" Steve said.  "He didn't challenge us, he just said he didn't 
recommend it."

"That was a challenge," she replied defiantly.  "He said we couldn't handle 
it.  He thinks because we're two tiny women, and two tiny men we can't do 
it!"

"Woah!" I said.  "I'm not tiny.  And neither is Steve."

"Marc's right.  We should be able to take it."  Like I said we were a little 
buzzed so it seemed like a logical thing to do.  So when the waiter came 
back we insisted we order one.  He shrugged and muttered something under his 
breath.  It took him about twenty minutes to get back to us and two waiters 
to carry it out.  The room sort of quieted down as they were bringing it, 
and I heard one woman exclaim loudly "oh my God!" as it passed.

It was so tall we had to stand around the table to drink it.  The mouth of 
the glass was about ten inches around and it was overlaid with ice and 
cherries and orange slices, with the rum and fruit juices well blended 
beneath.  I have to admit it was pretty good.  This was one way to turn a 
chick drink into a man's drink.  And I also have to say it was very strong.

We made some friends that night, indeed.  Some other college students came 
to see what we were up to and we let them have some of it.  That was a good 
thing too because we'd probably have passed out if we did finish the whole 
thing.  It took us all evening but we did get it all down, one way or 
another.  Some guy slipped a five in my hand as he walked by and said, 
"Here's for the cab ride home."

"Our hotel's only a few blocks away," I answered.

He grinned and said, "Like I said, for the cab ride home."

It took us about two hours to finish the drink, but the end it was mostly 
melted ice, which was good because there was less booze.  We cheered 
ourselves when we finished it, and I got my full glass deposit back when I 
returned the empty unscathed glass.  I was thinking about keeping it as a 
souvenir but it was something like fifty bucks and I thought that was a bit 
steep.  The waiter looked less than pleased with our drunken state but I 
think he had a hard time trying not to be amused.

The four of us staggered out of the bar and onto the street completely, one 
hundred percent blitzed.  Julie was hooked onto my arm, and Rebecca had both 
her arms wrapped around Steve's waist.  It wasn't even eleven yet and we 
were plastered beyond all belief.  We staggered about a block when Julie 
slurred, "I can't walk anymore.  Let's take a cab."

I grinned ironically as I hailed a cab and pulled the crumpled five out of 
my pocket.  The cab reluctantly let us in and took us the four blocks to our 
hotel.  We staggered our way up the stairs and all of us plopped down on the 
beds.  None of us vomited but we all passed out.

I woke up a few hours later, still drunk but not as incapacitated as I had 
been earlier.  It was about one o'clock and Steve and Rebecca were on their 
bed watching TV with vacant stares, Steve in boxers and T-shirt, Rebecca in 
a long nightshirt with the word BITCH printed in red letters (oh, and I was 
right, her legs were to die for).  Julie was taking a shower.  What 
possessed her to do that I had no idea, but I rubbed my eyes with the palms 
of my hands and then tried to focus on the TV.

"Fun night, huh?" I said and then laughed.

"It ain't over yet," Steve said.  "Want a drink?"

"Ugh," I groaned.  "Not for a while.  I'm still well above the legal limit 
as it is.  A two hour nap couldn't get all of that away."

Julie came out of the shower shortly, a bathrobe draped around her lithe 
body and with a towel wrapped around her hair.  She bent over and gave me a 
long kiss on the lips, our tongues mingling briefly.  "Nice nap, sweetie?" 
she asked.  I just grinned.  Then I grimaced.  My head hurt.  And the room 
was spinning.  Julie sat on the corner of the bed and undid the towel around 
her head so she could dry her hair.

Steve looked at Julie with a pout on his lips.  "How come he gets a kiss and 
I don't?"

Julie strode over to the bed, "You want a kiss too?"  She leaned down and 
pressed her lips against Steve's.  It took him a bit by surprise but he 
quickly recovered and put his hand on the back of her neck, drawing her 
closer.  When they parted, Steve said, "Mmm, yummy.  Thanks, Jules."

"Hey!" I cried with mock indignation.  "Don't go kissing other guys' 
girlfriends!  It's not polite.  How would you like it if I did this?!"  I 
carefully got off the bed and staggered over to where Rebecca sat, planting 
a huge, wet kiss across her lips.  I was shocked when she opened her mouth 
and slipped her tongue out, using the tip to caress my own in my mouth.  I 
could smell the alcohol mixed with her lightly fragrant perfume and my cock 
twitched a bit in my boxers.  But we too parted after a short, passionate 
embrace.  I turned back to Steve and smirked.  "There.  We're even."

"No we aren't," Julie retorted.  "You can't just go around kissing anyone 
you want."

"You did!" I said.  "And you've already kissed Steve so you can't make me 
any more jealous."

"Oh, yeah?" she said.  "Watch me."  She crawled onto the bed and slid up to 
Rebecca, kissing her intently on the mouth.  They went at if for a solid 
minute.  Biting at each other's lips.  They were both really getting into 
it.  Steve just stared with this look of shock mixed with arousal at his 
girlfriend and mine making out on the bed.  The ladies parted and grinned at 
the both of us.

I stood there not quite knowing what to do.  They had bested us, that was 
for sure, but women kiss all the time, it turns us guys on.  I knew what I 
had to do to up the ante.  Steve was hot, too.  He played lacrosse so his 
arms were well muscled and his chest was broad.  He'd lost some of his 
natural tan being locked in the mountains for a few months, but it didn't 
take away from his chiseled features, chestnut brown hair, and dark brown 
eyes.  What the fuck, if I could kiss Sean, I could kiss my best friend.

Taking a small gulp I thought to myself, here goes, and gave Steve this 
you-know-we-have-to look.  He appeared very hesitant, but I took charge.  I 
leaned over and quickly pressed my lips against his.  He smelled more of 
alcohol than Rebecca or Julie had, but I could sense a musky, masculine 
undertone to the aroma.  I sucked on his lower lip as I breathed in his man 
scent.  I found myself more aroused then with Julie or Rebecca.  I opened my 
mouth a bit, hoping he'd take the cue.  He surprised me by actually parting 
my lips more with his tongue before I had the opportunity.  Our tongues 
danced around for a few moments and then we separated.  I looked over at the 
girls.  They were both sitting against the headboard.  Rebecca was staring, 
slack-jawed.  Julie was smiling.

I sat back on my haunches and laughed.  Steve was sitting at the foot of the 
bed looking a little shaken.  He quickly recovered though, and said to 
Rebecca, "Come here, hon."  He patted his pursed lips with his forefinger a 
few times.  "I need to get the taste of Marc's nasty-ass breath out of my 
mouth."

Rebecca chuckled and said, "Boy, I ain't moving.  You go kiss another man 
and expect me to just come on over and make it all better.  I don't think 
so!  You come over here and you beg for it!"  Julie hooted her concurrence 
with the situtation.  Steve looked over to me and raised his eyebrows, 
silently asking for back-up.

"Don't look at me, you whore," I said, smirking.  "You made your bed.  Now 
lie in it."

Steve grunted and slowly crawled up to where Rebecca was sitting.  He came a 
few inches from her face and put on a pouty face and flashed the puppy-dog 
eyes.  Rebecca was visibly trying not to laugh.  She didn't last long 
though.  She broke into a full belly laugh and reached out to ruffle Steve's 
hair.  "Oh, God, that's just too pathetic!" she cried.  "Alright.  You win.  
Give us a kiss."  She clasped her hands around both sides of his face and 
drew him up to her own, planted a huge kiss on his waiting lips.  Locked 
together, they started to tongue-wrestle like it was a new Olympic sport and 
they were finalists for the national team.

Julie and I watched for a bit, as they got even more intimate, groping and 
stroking and petting.  I know it was getting me hot.  Julie caught my eye 
and motioned over at them with her head.  "Look's like fun," she said.  
"Want a go at it?"

"I'm not begging for it," I answered coyly.

"Oh, I don't expect you to," she said.  "You just have to ask nicely."

"And if I don't want to?"

"Then you're just going to have to settle for some eye-candy."  She slowly 
undid the ties of her bathrobe and let the fall off her shoulders.  The soft 
terrycloth fell around her waist, revealing her round, supple breasts.  Her 
nipples were dark pink and already erect, practically begging to be sucked.  
But I was strong.

"Aw, that's alright," I said as nonchalantly as I could muster.  "I don't 
need anything right now"

"No?"  Julie slowly ran her left hand down to her breast and nimbly pinched 
her nipple, rolling it softly between her thumb and forefinger.

"Yeah," I squeaked, then quickly cleared my throat.  "Yup, I'm fine."

"Positive?"  She continued massaging her breast as she raised her right hand 
to her face, placing her index finger in her mouth and biting tenderly down 
on the tip.  She then inserted it all the way in up to the last knuckle and 
slowly dragged it out, making faint slurping sounds that I could barely hear 
over the moaning coming from the other side of the bed.

I swallowed hard.  "Yeah, this is doing nothing for me," I lied.

"Really?" she said, as she withdrew her finger and ran it slowly down her 
chin.  It traveled down her long, tan, slender neck, gently tracing a line 
down toward her breasts.  She continued moving her finger slowly down, 
between her perky tits, and down to her midriff.  She circled her 
belly-button a few times and then slid her hand down towards her pelvic 
region underneath the folds of her robe.  "Well, if that's the way you 
feel..."

She abruptly removed her hand and pulled her robes back onto her shoulders.

"Wait!" I cried breathless, my cock straining hard in my shorts.  And then I 
said as nicely as possible, "Can I please have little taste?"

She frowned at me for a moment, and then her pout gradually turned to a 
smile.  "I guess," she sighed, "since you asked so nicely."  She let the 
robe fall again.  I quickly crawled up to her and buried my face in her 
navel.  I poofed her stomach lightly, which made her giggle.

Slowly I licked my way up so that my face was nestled in between her two 
magnificent mounds.  I began to suckle on one of her breasts like I was a 
tiny baby who hadn't been fed in days.  I sucked, and licked, bit down 
softly, all the while massaging her back and bottom with my hands.  As I 
turned my attention to her other breast she started rubbing my neck and 
shoulders, reaching beneath the neck of my shirt to kneed my muscular flesh. 
  After a few minutes of the oral attention I was giving her, alternating 
between her tits, she tugged at my T-shirt.  I pulled my face away from her 
just long enough for her to yank the shirt over my head and toss it on the 
floor.

While my head was up I glanced over at Steve and Rebecca.  Steve was now 
shirtless as well and lying on his back.  Rebecca was, for all intents and 
purposes, sitting on his face.  Her nightshirt was hiked up to her waist, 
and I could see the bottom of her asscheeks, smooth and firm.  Mmm, they 
looked bitable, if I do say so myself.  Her eyes were closed and she was 
rocking back and forth ever so slightly, moaning with delight, obviously 
enjoying whatever Steve was doing under there with his tongue.

Julie quickly brought my attention back to her.  She had tossed her robe 
onto the other bed and was now completely naked.  I stood up on the bed and 
quickly shucked my shorts, my rock solid, dripping dick catching the 
waistband and slapping my stomach with a loud smack as it popped free.  That 
made Julie laugh.  I kicked my boxers onto the floor and walked over to 
where she was sitting against the headboard, rubbing my oozing cock against 
her lips.  She opened her mouth and flicked her tongue across my piss-slit.  
Reaching around, she grabbed my ass and squeezed my cheeks gently.  With her 
mouth she licked up and down my shaft, getting it good and wet.  She tongued 
my balls and then moved back to the shaft, kissing the head lightly.

Much to my chagrin, she pulled her mouth off my prick.  I let out a grunt of 
disapproval, but she quickly grabbed my waist and lowered me down to my 
knees, so I was squatting in front of her.  She pushed me down even further 
and forced me to a seated position.  I was even more confused when she put 
her hands on my shoulders and shoved me onto my back, my leg being forced to 
straddle her waist and my feet rest on the headboard.

Julie crawled over and crouched over my groin.  "I want to ride you like a 
fucking cowboy," she whispered huskily.  She roughly lowered herself down 
and I felt her warm folds surrounding my cock, enveloping it with her 
moistness.  I drew in a sharp breath.  Slowly, she began to rock back and 
forth and buck up and down simultaneously.  I reached up and grabbed her 
waist, massaging her belly and thighs as my hips thrust up and down, 
matching her rhythm.  Our grunts and groans matched those of Rebecca as well 
as Steve's muffled moans.

I glanced over to the other side of the bed again.  Steve was still eating 
Rebecca out, moaning underneath her cunt.  Rebecca still had her head tilted 
back, eyes closed.  But now she hand her hands underneath her nightshirt and 
she was vigorously rubbing and kneading her breasts.

My face was in-line with Steve's waist.  His boxers were tenting something 
fierce.  I looked up at Julie's face, which was contorted in ecstasy.  She, 
too, was fondling her own breasts.  I looked back and forth from Steve's 
crotch to Julie's face and chest.  Part of me was curious to see Steve's 
cock, maybe touch it, stroke it a bit.  Maybe lick it.  Julie could see the 
thought cross my mind.  We continued to fuck and writhe, but she glanced 
over at Steve's crotch as well.

"Go for it," she muttered breathlessly.  "You know you want to."

I looked back at his straining shorts.  I really did want to, but this could 
screw with three and half years of friendship.  I was content right now.  I 
was plowing my girlfriend pussy while my best friend was eating out a little 
blond bombshell right next to me.  I didn't need anything else.  I could get 
my throat stuffed by Sean when we got back to school if I wanted.

Steve's cock stirred under his boxers.  I started bucking faster.  Julie 
cried out, increasing her pace to match mine.  Rebecca moaned.  My balls 
ached.  My mouth was dripping.  I needed his cock in it.  I at least needed 
to touch it.  I swallowed my fear and took the plunge.

I reached over and gently placed my hand in Steve's boxer slit and grasped 
his cock.  It was warm and spongy to the touch, and hard as a rock.  He 
squirmed, but didn't stop tongue-fucking his girlfriend.  He must have 
changed something, though, because Rebecca's eyes shot open and she looked 
down. She saw me extracting Steve's dick through the hole in his shorts, and 
she smiled.  Then, and this surprised me, she raised her eyebrows 
seductively and licked her lips.

Well, we were set.  Our course had been charted and there was no turning 
back.  I slowly started to stroke Steve's shaft.  He was copiously dripping 
precum, which I used to coat his hot, throbbing rod.  If I wasn't mistaken, 
his moans from beneath Rebecca's cunt got louder.  I continued to stroke 
him, ticking the head of his prick with my fingers, smearing his precum 
around, and goddamn if it wasn't a lot.  His dick was shorter than mine but 
much fatter.  I bet Rebecca got a lot of pleasure with that thing up her 
twat.  I got a quick mental flash of Steve giving it too her doggie style 
and Rebecca writhing in ecstasy.  That got me hotter.

As I was ministering to Steve, I felt Julie's leg nudging me, indicating 
that I scoot over.  Not breaking our fuck-stride I obliged and inched closer 
to Steve and Rebecca.  I was honestly amazed at how long Steve was chowing 
down on her.  I've never been able to go that long, my jaw begins to ache 
after awhile.

My face was now inches away from Steve's tool. He was now bucking his hips 
and was practically fucking my fist without my having to do anything.  But I 
really wanted to taste his cock.  I wondered if I was going to be able to 
twist my body enough to get it into my mouth and still have Julie ride my 
own prick.

I looked up to Julie and then noticed exactly why she wanted to move closer 
to them.  It wasn't to help me out any.  Julie and Rebecca were locked at 
the lips, pinching and squeezing each other's breasts.  Rebecca had removed 
her nightshirt and I could finally see her perky little mounds.  They were 
tiny but they were beautiful.  Perfectly round with two bright pink nipples, 
which my girlfriend was pinching.  What did I say?  All you need is a 
handful.  God, this was fucking hot.  Rebecca riding Steve's face and making 
out with Julie while I plowed her with my own tool.

I thought about waiting to see if they'd suck each other's breasts, but I 
really wanted to get Steve's cock in my mouth before he came.  I twisted 
around at the waist and was able to get my mouth near the tip of his cock.  
It was at a weird angle though, so I grabbed his far hip and pulled it 
toward me.  He took the hint and twisted his body so his cock was pointing 
towards me.  Perfect!  I flicked my tongue out and licked some of the precum 
of his cockhead.  He shuttered again, but didn't make a motion to move away. 
  I thought about pulling his boxers down, I wanted a good look at his 
balls, but we were all locked together and I decided it was just too fucking 
difficult.  I had what I really wanted.

Julie continued to ride me and make-out with Rebecca as I slowly bobbed up 
and down Steve's rod.  I started slow, going only halfway down but then 
decided he needed the full effect.  I took the plunge and impaled my mouth 
on his cock, burying my nose in his balls.  My nostrils were assaulted by 
the scent of musk and sweat, which drove me closer to the edge.  I didn't 
know if I was going to last much longer, and from the noises the girls were 
making I didn't know if they were going to last much longer either.  Steve 
continued fucking my mouth like he fucked my fist.

I pulled almost all the way off of Steve's cock and kissed and licked the 
head.  His huge meat was getting even larger and I was afraid he was going 
to cum soon.  And I sure as hell wanted to taste that.  I lightly stroked 
his shaft while I sucked on his cockhead.  I also began to massage his 
washboard stomach with my free hand.  Julie was quickening her pace, I could 
tell she was going to come soon.

And I was right.  There was an ear-splitting cry from her, followed by a 
string of lustful profanities.  "Oh Goooooooooooooooodddddddddd!" she 
moaned, bucking and writhing more violent than ever.  I kept thrusting, 
however, throughout her orgasm.

Steve came almost immediately after.  I couldn't hear anything from him as 
he still had his mouth very much inside of Rebecca.  But I felt him tense up 
and stop fucking my face.  I stopped stroking him as he came, three huge 
spurts, spilling his manjuice over my tongue.  I swallowed it all quickly, 
but not before tasting it's saltiness, and loosing only a bit out of the 
corner of my mouth.  His cum was the saltiest I'd ever tasted, in fact, and 
it wasn't as thick as I was used to, but yummy nonetheless.  He bucked a few 
more times, letting out a few dribbles, and then collapsed back.

The taste of Steve's jizz in combination with Julie's orgasm sent me over 
the top.  I pulled my mouth off of Steve's softening cock and let out a cry. 
  "Oh fuck I'm coming, babe!  Get ready, fuck fuck fuck, her it, 
oooooooooohhhhhhh, fuck!"  I was gripped from head to toe with unbelievable 
waves of orgasmic bliss.  It felt as though forty gallons of boiling hot cum 
came blasting from my swollen balls, as well as from every other inch of my 
body.  My whole body twitched underneath Julie as I blasted shot after shot 
into her dripping pussy.  My feet slammed rhythmically against the headboard 
with each shot.  When I was finished I lay there, panting, and dripping with 
sweat.  Julie collapsed forward and lay on my chest, also breathing like 
she'd just run a marathon.

While I was recovering, Rebecca finally came.  She was the loudest and 
longest of all.  She heaved a series of high, breathless grunts, followed by 
moan after moan after moan.  No words, just moans.  She bounced up and down 
on Steve's face, twitching and writhing.  After what seemed like a full two 
minutes.  She had calmed to a soft whine and had stopped bouncing.  She 
looked over at the two of us, and slowly climbed off of Steve.

We all lay in a heap for a few minutes.  Then Steve sat up, his face 
glistening in the light, covered in sweat and quite a lot of Rebecca's 
cuntjuice.  He wiped his face off with the back of his hand and smiled this 
shit-eating grin.  "Damn, Julie, you're good," he said.  "No offense, Becca, 
but that was the best fucking blowjob I've had in ages!"  Julie and Rebecca 
chuckled.  I turned beat red.  I didn't realize he didn't know it was me.

"It wasn't me, Stevy, my boy," Julie said.  I sheepishly grinned at him and 
wiped a bit of his drying cum off of my cheek a finger.

Steve looked shocked and we all lay there in silence for a few seconds.  He 
quickly recovered, much better than I had feared he would.  "Woah, dude, 
that was you?  If I didn't know any better I'd say you did that on a regular 
basis."

I laughed.  "Only in your better dreams.  And don't think you're ever gonna 
get it again.  I'm not gonna be your personal cockslave."  Everyone laughed 
at that.  Whew.  Tragedy avoided.  If I was going to be lucky, we were never 
going to talk about this again.

But I know Steve too well to know that I was going to get any luckier 
tonight.

Julie went over to her suitcase to put on some pajamas and Rebecca pulled 
her nightshirt back on.  Steve put his cock back in his pants and I pulled 
my boxers back on, just as Steve pulled a pack of Camels off the dresser.  
He turned to me and said, "Hey buddy, want a smoke?"

I shrugged.  "Sure."  He picked up a lighter and opened the sliding door to 
the balcony.  We stepped shirtless into the chilly night air as the noise 
from the constant party that is the French Quarter wafted up from the street 
below.


As always, questions and comments are encouraged.  As a side note, that bar 
in New Orleans really does exist, and they really do serve three gallon 
hurricanes and really recommend you try it out sometime.  It's loads of fun.

Marc P.
miniegg69@hotmail.com