Part 1.

Brent rolled to a stop at the side of the white stucco building. He unwrapped the chain from the frame of his bike and secured it to the empty bike rack. Looking around, he noted how innocuous it all seemed. A partially empty parking lot surrounded by a high fence and a single building sitting in the center. Trees shaded the borders. He concluded that the fence hid the parking lot from the street, giving the patrons of the building a sense of much needed privacy.
He made his way to the side of the building toward the entrance. Black tinted glass hid the interior from prying eyes. A single sign above the door announced the name of the establishment: "Wonderland Adult Books, Videos, Novelties." He pushed the door open and stepped through.
Brent felt the cool air of air conditioning once inside. This was a clear contrast to the hot afternoon he just escaped. His eyes adjusted to the interior lighting and he continued inside.

Passing the bearded employee at the register, he made his way to the video section of the store. Peering over the top of the shelves he got a better look at the patrons. The single employee at the front of the store was flipping through a magazine at the front counter seemingly oblivious to the presence of everyone. A balding man was browsing the large shelves displaying a dozen different varieties of magazines. Two attractive middle aged women giggled as they loitered in the novelties section eyeing a row of different sized dildos and vibrators.

Brent returned his eyes to the video covers, keeping a mental inventory of the explicit images. Asian Sensation 3, Titty Fuckers 7, Anal Adventures 18, Brent's eyes glazed over as he discovered more and more videos he had never seen. Though his experience with porno movies and magazines had grown in the past few months, this was the first time he ever saw such a massive collection in one place. Before long, a bulge strained the crotch of his denim jeans.

He casually moved from aisle to aisle taking in all of the images, allowing his arousal to grow. He turned the corner to yet another section of videos before arriving in the novelties section. He met the two women he had seen before head on.

They simultaneously looked down at the growing erection in his jeans and giggled to each other. He felt himself blush, averted his eyes in embarrassment, quickly turned into an aisle of videos and headed for the register.

The register area was set a few feet higher than ground level of the rest of the shop. The counter itself had a glass front displaying a variety of lubes and other small sex novelties on a number of shelves. As Brent approached the man behind the counter the employee put down his magazine and greeted him with a polite smile.

"One of those, please." Brent said in a hushed voice as he pointed to a large bottle of lube on the top shelf of the display case.
The employee bagged the bottle and rung the total up as Brent fumbled money out of his wallet. He could hear the giggling women somewhere behind him. With the transaction completed, the employee slid an anonymous brown paper bag with the bottle of lube inside across the counter toward Brent.
"If you want, you can take care of that in the arcade." The employee said as he gestured to a hallway off to the side of the store near the magazine rack. The doorway had a purple frame with a pink neon "Arcade" sign above it. Beyond the black curtain looked like a dark hallway. Brent was confused, and met the man's eyes.

"What?" Brent mumbled.

The employee gestured to Brent's obvious hard on with a nod then pointed at the doorway.

"There, in the booths."

"Oh, okay. Thanks." Brent replied and headed toward the doorway. He was not quite sure what had just taken place. This was his first experience at an adult bookstore and was not prepared for sensory overload. Porn everywhere, women shopping for dildos, strangers browsing a variety of items for their personal fantasies. His mind raced as he walked under the Arcade sign, passed the curtain and into the darkness.

His eyes slowly adjusted to a dim light as he made several turns down a maze of hallways. He realized that the walls were lined with doors. Some closed, others opened. As he walked deeper inside he peeked behind one to see a small booth with a video screen secured to a wall. A single chair was set in the corner of the booth across from the screen. He quickly realized that these booths were for customers to relieve themselves. He instantly understood what the employee was obliquely referring to.

Brent walked to the end of the hallway and entered a booth in the back corner. He closed and latched the door behind him. Facing the video screen he noted a slot for dollar bills. He fed a five dollar bill into the machine and sat down in the chair as the screen blinked on.

A blonde woman with ample cleavage teased a man's dick to attention. Her tongue ran up his shaft and began to suck the head.

Brent relaxed and looked around the booth. It was no more than 5 feet by 5 feet wide. Small, but comfortable for a single person. The video screen was a 20 inch television set into the wall. To the right of it were a series of well worn buttons.

Brent pressed the buttons and another movie in progress began to play. A brunette with a bob haircut was riding a thick cock with her perfectly formed ass toward the camera. Again and again she lifted herself off the thick erection until only the tip was inserted and lowered herself until it disappeared inside her. She moaned and panted with every pump.

Brent leaned back into the chair and adjusted himself through his jeans. He sat watching the video in a trance for a few moments, tracing the outline of his own cock with his fingers
"Why not?" He thought to himself. He stood up, unzipped his pants, and let them drop along with his boxers down to his ankles. He looked down at his throbbing 8 and ½ inch erection and tugged it to it's full length. He sat back down and began slowly stroking to the video on the screen.

As he slid his hand down to the base he reflected on the past few months. He and his best friend James had made a routine of meeting up and watching porn together. Not a single time did they go without stripping down and jacking off in front of each other to completion. The thought of getting off and watching his friend do the same made him rock hard.

He pumped his engorged cock slowly taking in the sex scene occurring on screen. A gasp on his left distracted him. It was then that he finally noticed the circular hole cut into the wall. He was at an angle that did not allow him to see through it but he knew someone was watching him. A length of blonde hair swept past the hole as light from the television screen illuminated the darkness next door.

Brent continued stroking his cock at a measured pace as he stared at the hole. He heard a moan and the sounds of movement but the hole remained unobstructed. The light from the television in the booth revealed that the person who gasped through the hole was no longer looking through it.
He slowly leaned forward and peered inside.

He saw the bodies of a couple pressed tightly together. The woman wore a black skirt and the other figure wore jeans. The second figure's hands slid up the thighs of the girl wearing the skirt hiking up the hem. Fingers curled under the thin fabric of her white cotton panties and pulled them down.
Brent let go of his throbbing cock and leaned further toward the hole to get a better look inside the neighboring booth. Though he could not see far up enough to see the faces of the couple, he got a clear view of the woman's breasts. She wore a tight pink tank top without a bra underneath. Brent noted how big they looked on her thin frame as she played with her nipples through the stretchy fabric. The second figure squeezed her ass under the skirt and Brent caught a scent of wet pussy.

Brent quickly leaned back in his chair as the couple shifted in their small booth. He guessed that they were passionately kissing from the smacking of lips and grunts. With his eyes alternating between the scene taking place on the video screen in front of him and the hole in the wall, he spread his legs and began playing with his smooth balls.

Before long Brent registered two fingers sliding around the edge of the hole. Looking through it he saw the red lips of the woman as she opened her mouth exposing the moist interior. Instinctively Brent stood up, faced the wall, and fed his hard cock through. Inch by inch his thick shaft disappeared through the hole. A moment of panic filled his head as he realized just what he was doing before a wet mouth engulfed the engorged member.

He felt the length of his cock slide into the wetness of a mouth, the lips creating a seal around the throbbing shaft. A sucking sensation paired with a slippery tongue relaxed him instantly. Brent looked down at the base of his dick disappearing through the hole in the wall and fed the rest through until he was pressed tightly against it.

The lips broke contact and a hand pumped the slippery shaft. He felt fingers explore every inch. The wet mouth returned and took the length whole. Brent's eyes rolled back and he groaned.

This was his first experience having someone deep throat his entire 8 inches. He was in heaven. Fingers tugged on his heavy balls hanging on the other side of the wall and the sucking mouth slid from the base to the tip and back again. Pressed tightly against the hole he allowed his rod to be serviced by the expert cock sucker.

He imagined that the cock sucker was being fucked by her man. He envisioned her breasts being squeezed, her wet pussy stretching from his hard manhood sliding in and out of her. His thighs slapping her perfect ass with every thrust. With the image in his mind of this horny woman being serviced from behind while deepthroating his hard cock, Brent could delay it no longer.

He grunted and exploded into her mouth. She slid down to the base once again and pressed her lips against his groin. He felt the head of his cock pass down her flexing throat as she drained every drop of cum from his balls. He grunted and groaned until there was nothing left.
Just as quickly as it started, it was over. He h
eard the neighboring booth door open and close as he was still pressed against the hole. He slid himself out and sat back down. He breathed heavily reflecting on what just happened. The video on the screen blinked off and he was back in darkness. He pulled on his jeans, picked up the brown paper bag, it was time to go.

Part 2.

The red VW Golf was parked in the middle of the driveway. Brent rolled to a stop beside it. A quick look inside revealed nothing significant to give him an idea of who the owner was. A binder of CD's, some receipts stuffed into a cubby hole, a pack of gum on the passenger seat.

Brent leaned his bike against the porch and rang the bell. He looked back at the car thinking to himself who it might belong to. Before he could come up with an answer James answered the door and let Brent though.

"What's up man?" James greeted him wearing a tee shirt and cargo shorts.

"Same old. Who's car?" Brent asked as he stepped out of the summer heat into the air conditioned house.

"Claire's back from school. She's gonna spend the break here at home."

The two walked into the kitchen where James returned to his half finished bowl of cereal. Brent hopped on a bar stool next to him.

"No kidding. Where is she? I haven't seen her in years." Brent asked as he set down the small paper bag he was carrying onto the kitchen counter. The image of a mousy girl entered his mind. He remembered her being cute with short tussled blonde hair. Though they got along during Brent's youth, he never thought of her as anything but the sister to his best friend. She was a bit of a bookworm and always seemed a little too interested in schoolwork than socializing, which suited Brent fine.

"Speak of the devil." James said gesturing to the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Brent turned his head to say hello to James' sister.

Long tanned legs lead to a short black skirt. A tight pink tank top stretched across full firm breasts. Her short tussled hair had grown out past shoulder length and framed a face fit for modeling. Her blue eyes lit and a smile spread across her face as she saw Brent sitting there in the kitchen watching her with his mouth ajar.

"Oh my God" Brent mumbled as he recognized that this girl, this woman, sister to his best friend, this was the woman behind the glory hole.

Part 3.

"Gonna give me a hug or what?" Claire asked as she trotted toward Brent with her arms stretched. Brent got up and returned her embrace. He could feel her warm breasts pressing against him. He noted that she was wearing a bra, which the woman at the bookstore was not. She must have put it back on after she left the store, in the car, or maybe here in her old bedroom he thought to himself.

"Wow Claire, gone two years and you come back a supermodel." Brent said as they hugged.

"Yeah right. I just filled out a little."

Brent could smell the clean scent of her hair. Her warm body felt good in his, a perfect fit. Brent realized that he might be holding on too tight, so he quickly loosened his embrace and stepped back a bit.

"It's good to see you again."

"You too. By the look of it, you've grown up a lot yourself." She commented with her hands on Brent's shoulders, looking him up and down. "You're practically a man now." She joked.
"Oh funny. At least you haven't lost your sense of humor." He laughed as he sat back down. She sat beside him at the counter.

"So is that your car in the driveway?" He asked while wondering if in fact it was her who he received a blow job from through the glory hole earlier that morning. Same skirt, same tank top. Her build seemed similar, though it was pretty dark in there. He tried to remember if he saw a red Golf in the parking lot. His eyes drifted along her body finally meeting her eyes which responded with a playful look. "Shit, she saw me checking her out." he thought to himself. He looked away.

"Nah, it's my roommate's. I dropped her off at her Aunt's house. I'm supposed to pick her up later." She leaned back on the counter on her elbows, arching her spine as she stretched. A small yawn escaped her lips. Brent's eyes shot back to her breasts which were stretching out her tank top to a dangerous degree, then over to James who was watching him shaking his head with a smirk. "Shit!" He thought to himself again as he refocused to a random spot on a wall across the room.

"Cool." He managed to get out as he got up. He snatched the brown paper bag from the counter and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Well, we'll probably be seeing a lot of each other then. With your parents gone on that cruise, I'll probably be hanging out over here." He watched Claire as she finished her stretch and hopped off the stool.

"Awesome. Well, I have the car so if you need a ride anywhere just give me a holler. I'm gonna take a nap though, I'm beat. You kids stay out of trouble." She joked as she disappeared down the hallway. Brent made a mental note of the way her skirt swayed with every step. He wondered if she was wearing panties.

"Dude." James said.

"What?"

"That's my sister." James clarified.

"I know man, it's just.... damn! What do they feed them at her school." Brent said as he recalled the morning's adventure and the possibility of having received oral sex from James' sister.

"I know right? Still, she's my sister." He replied, and left it at that.

Part 4.

As the sun set, Brent and James set down the controllers of their game console and leaned back on the couch. James reached into the bowl of chips on the coffee table and ate a few. Brent yawned and switched the TV back to cable with the remote.

"When's your sister coming back?" Brent asked as he flipped through the channels.

"Why?"

"Just wondering. I got that new bottle of lube. So..."

"She’s could be home any second. We'd better wait till later."

"Yeah. So... your sister. Man..."

"I know right? When she came to the door I was like, 'Whoa, who is this?' Of course this was before I realized it was her."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but your sister is fucking hot!"

"Yeah, yeah... she's still my sister."

"Smokin' hot."

"Dude."

"Great ass, thin waist, sexy ass lips. Man, she's superfine!"

"Dude!"

"Just saying, good genes."

"Anyway... where did you get the lube?" James asked.

"Remember that porn store we passed the other day?"

"Yeah, that one in the middle of nowhere?"

"That's the one."

"What's it like?"

"Wall to wall porn videos. There's a section for magazines, a section for toys and stuff. But check this out though, after I bought the lube, the guy at the counter told me I could try it out in this booth section."

"Booth section? What do you mean?"

"Well, there's this doorway marked 'Arcade.' Inside is this maze of hallways with doors on either side. Behind the doors are these small rooms with tv's in them. You put a couple of bucks in a slot and the it plays porn."

"You just stand there and watch it?"

"No, there a chair to sit on. Here's the thing though. I was in there watching a porno when I noticed a hole in the wall."
"Someone was watching you?"

"Yeah!"

"Dude."

"I know right? So I look though and it's this girl in there making out with someone else. I couldn't really see much, but I could tell she had a nice body."

"Awesome. What did you do?"

"I was hard as hell from the movie, now there's this hot piece of ass on the other side of the wall watching me jack off and making out with her boyfriend or whatever. I took off my pants and gave her a show."

"Naturally. Then what?"

"So after a while, she puts her mouth up to the hole and starts licking her lips."

"Hot. Then what?" James asked.

"I stuck my dick through."

"No shit!"

"Yeah dude. It was like... impulse. I had no control over what I was doing."

"What happened?"

"What do you think? She sucked me off."

"Any idea who it was?"

"No clue." Brent lied.

"So did you cum?"

"Yeah. She deepthroated me dude. I was balls deep."

"Whoa."

"I came down her throat. It was awesome. It was like she was milking my cock. My balls were completely drained when she was done. She swallowed every drop"

"Damn dude, that's hot."

"Yeah, you have to check this place out." Brent said.

A key entered the deadbolt and turned. Claire opened the front door and walked through. Following her was a petite brunette wearing a loose gray hoodie and tight black leggings. Her glasses slid from her face as she struggled to pull her suitcase through the entrance.

James and Brent hopped off the couch to help with the luggage.

"What gentlemen." Claire said smiling in the doorway.
"Looks like you could use some help." Brent said taking the duffle bag from her arms. He was surprised at the eye contact she was making at him. It almost seemed that she was flirting. He blushed.

"I'm James, this is Brent." James said, introducing them to the new girl.

"This is Allison, my roommate from school." Claire said as she walked to the kitchen.

"Hey." Allison said.

James took her luggage and backpack and brought them inside.
"Claire told me so much about you guys. I feel like I already know you." Allison smiled as she stepped in the foyer. She brushed her bangs from her face and adjusted her glasses. Her clear green eyes looked from James to Brent. She was shorter than Claire and though her sweater was loose, it was obvious that her breasts were much larger.

"Can you take those up to my room?" Claire shouted from the kitchen.

"Thanks guys. I really appreciate it." Allison said. She watched them as they took her back down the hallway.

"No problem." James said over his shoulder. He looked at Brent and mouthed 'wow.'

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It was a Blockbuster night. Scream followed by Dawn of the Dead topped off by Slither. It turned out that Allison loved horror movies and Brent and James were more than happy to accommodate. Claire seemed not to mind it at all. A few times during the movie marathon she squeezed Brent's arm during the tense parts. Brent recorded these moments to memory. A large supreme pizza and a few beers later it was time to call it a night.

Part 5.

"Brent, you awake?" James whispered in the darkness.

"Yeah." Brent replied from his sleeping bag on the floor of the room.

"You down for a session?" James asked

"Where? Claire and Allison are right next door."

"Follow me." James got out of bed and grabbed a flashlight from his nightstand.

The two quietly made their way out of the bedroom, down the hallway and toward the kitchen. James opened the door to the basement and lead Brent down with him.

"Stay close." James said turning on the flashlight and disappearing behind a stack of boxes.

Brent rarely went down to James's basement. As far as he knew, they used it for storage and nothing else. He followed the glow from the flashlight through a tunnel he figured James had made himself. What seemed like a haphazard stacking of boxes ended up being a clear path deeper inside. At the end was a clearing with a small couch in front of an old television set.

"When did you do all of this?" Brent asked.

"On and off for the past couple of weeks. Sometimes a guy's gotta have his privacy, you know?"

"Yeah." Brent agreed as he plopped down on the couch. James turned off the flashlight and on the television. The screen illuminated the clearing. Brent noted what seemed like a room with boxes for walls. From floor to ceiling they were almost completely isolated from the rest of the basement. The only exit was the tunnel of boxes they came through.

"Wow. Dude, this is great."

"Yeah, I can come down here and basically disappear for a couple of hours with nobody the wiser." James replied as he started the movie. He backed into the couch next to Brent.
The couch was more of a loveseat than a full sized couch. There was room to fit only two people comfortably. A beach towel had already been spread on the seat. The movie started in progress.

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The blonde laid on her back completely nude as three men surrounded her. On either side of her face she was alternating between two hard cocks. Back and forth she sucked, licked, and stroked them. The look on her face seemed hungry and insatiable. Between her legs a man pumped his enormous dick in and out her bald wet pussy. Though the volume was low, Brent could hear her pant and moan with every thrust.

They 'actors' soon changed positions. The two men receiving head moved toward a couch with her in tow. One laid down with her climbing on top. The other positioned himself behind her. The man with the larger cock stood at the end of the couch and stroked his appendage slowly.

She lowered herself on the first man's erection with a moan. The man behind her spread her legs apart and slid his dick into her pussy as well. She gasped, only for it to be muffled by the large cock in front of her face. Two men fucked her pussy at the same time, sharing the tight space while another forced his dick down her throat.

"Whoa. I've never seen that before." Brent said in awe while rubbing his bulge through the thin fabric of his boxers.

"Yeah, that's hardcore." James replied peeling away his shirt.

Brent looked over at James and followed suit. They both then stood and pulled down their underwear. Brent's semi hard cock swung in front of him. James's dick stood at full attention.
Over the course of the last few months James had become comfortable being nude and jacking off with Brent. In fact, he often looked forward to it, sometimes masturbating on his own thinking about it. He couldn't help but to sometimes fantasize about one day jacking Brent off, feeling his thick cock slide in his hand slick with lube, feeling the cum pump out, shot after powerful shot.

They both sat back down on the couch and spread their legs slowly stroking their cocks. James watched Brent's left hand grip the base of his shaft and stroke the growing erection with his right. This was his routine. James figured it took a lot of blood to fill that monster and this method helped speed the process. Before long Brent was completely hard. James reached over the side of the couch bringing back Brent's brown paper bag from earlier that day. He passed it down without looking away from the screen.

Brent released his hard penis, it slapped his abs with a heavy smack as he pulled the fresh bottle of lube from the bag. James's eyes wandered over to Brent as he popped the top of the bottle and slowly drizzled the liquid up and down his thick shaft. He passed it back to James.

James quickly squirted lube on his own throbbing member before putting the bottle on the floor between them. Almost in unison they began working the lube into their balls and cocks. Their slippery hands slid over their stiff erections, their fingers reaching under their balls and back over coating their entire groins. James noted how large Brent's dick looked, hard and slick with lube. He trimmed his pubes short and neat. The thick shaft had a huge vein running down it's length. His balls hung low between his thighs. James' cock was harder than ever.

Like Brent, James also groomed his pubes. Unlike Brent, he shaved everything off. He liked the look and feel of not having any hair down there. He liked the way it glistened when lubed up. Sometimes he took pictures of it, sharing them with friends online. It always turned him on when he showed it to others. Though it was a little over an inch shorter than Brent's 8 ½ inches, it was still pretty big in his estimation. His eyes drifted from Brent's meaty dick, to his 6 pack abs, up his torso to his face. Brent, like always, was entranced by the porno playing on the screen, oblivious to James's admiration of him.

"Look at that." Brent said.

On the screen was an angle that showcased the two cocks sliding past each other into the blonde's wet pussy. Her juices lubricated their shafts as they slipped in and out of her. When watching this scene James always imagined doing this with Brent. He fantasized about what it would feel like for Brent's cock to be pressed against his, fucking a tight wet pussy.

They stroked their erections in silence with the occasional moan and comment of the scene at hand. Before long James felt the familiar sensation of an orgasm approaching.
"I'm gonna cum dude." He gasped.

"Hold on, I'm almost there" Brent said quickening his pace. His spread his legs wider touching knees with James. His free hand tugged on his balls. His other hand pumped his shaft, the friction making a rhythmic wet sound. On the screen the two men came one after another inside the woman's pussy. Thick white semen spilled out as they pumped more and more inside of her.

"Okay?" James moaned

"Yeah." Brent grunted in response. His balls tensed and a thick rope of cum shot high in the air and landed with a splash on his flat belly. The second shot fell across his chest reaching far up on his collar bone. James thrust his hips out and semen pumped from his own cock. Like a fountain, it erupted through the air finally landing on his torso. The two of them continued to milk their hard cocks, again and again, thick gooey ejaculate splashed on their bodies with every spasm. By the time their orgasms subsided they were coated with their own sticky seed. From their dicks to their necks, the sheen of cum glistened in the dim light of the television screen.

For a moment they sat back on the couch enjoying the sensation of having had such an intense release together once again. The video continued to play, illuminating the area. Brent's head was tilted up across the back of the couch.

James looked over at him, covered in cum, his semi hard cock lay in a pool of liquid on his belly, gently releasing small amounts of semen until it finally subsided. He watched thick globs slide down his body, between his legs, resting in a collection on the beach towel beneath them.

"Alright dude, if I don't get up now, I'm never going to." Brent yawned.

"Here." James said tossing him a towel.

He watched Brent mop the cum off his toned body and did the same. As James wiped his chest Brent stood up, his long thick cock wagged between his legs, a thin drip of ejaculate dangled in the air. He used the towel to dry his abs, gave his manhood a few tugs, draining out the last few drops. He finally wiped clean the cum from his inner thighs. James stood up and finished as Brent stopped the DVD and turned off the television.

James flipped on the flashlight as Brent pulled on his boxers. He offered a plastic bag for Brent's cumrag, placing his own inside on top. Tying the handles of the thin material, he stuffed it into the duffle bag with the bottle of lube. Finally, he shoved the whole bag into a box next to the couch intending to wash it all along with the beach towel still spread on the couch at a later date. They quietly left the secret clearing, down the hallway of boxes and up the stairs out of the basement.

Part 6.

After a while Claire climbed out from behind a stack of boxes behind the television. Her mind swam with the image of her brother and Brent jacking off together. From her position she saw the whole thing. A midnight trek to the basement to find her high school yearbook ended up turning into something completely different.

The air was thick with the scent of cum. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was wet. The image of those two naked bodies jacking off and draining their hard cocks all over themselves turned her on beyond reason. Sitting on the couch in the darkness she felt the warm cum soak through the seat of her white cotton panties. She stood up, stripped them off along with her tee shirt, and laid back across the couch replaying the events in her head.

She cupped the cum underneath her from the beach towel and spread it on her nude body. Her wet hands slipped across her breasts, her hard nipples, her ribcage, flat belly, and down to her hot pussy. She moaned with arousal as she slicked her body with their cum. She imagined Brent and her brother standing over her, jacking off together.

Replaying the events that took place on the very spot she was sitting just moments before made her pussy throb. She was now completely sure that the man attached to the dick she sucked through the glory hole was indeed Brent. The shape and thickness of his cock, the length, and the amount of cum he was capable of producing convinced her.

Coated in their cum she massaged her clit, slipped her fingers in the wet entrance. Her free hand slid across her body massaging in the warm seed. She spent five days a week in the gym. She was proud of her figure. She was well aware of her breasts and the attention they brought her. Her hands explored their ample size. She liked the pool of cum that formed between them. She scooped it out and spread it along her toned abs.

Feeling a climax getting close, she flipped over with her knees on the couch, ass in the air. Still fingering her clit, she spread more cum on the firm round globes of her ass with her free hand. Down the crack rivulets of ejaculate met her anus before continuing down between the lips of her pussy. She reached back and fingered her ass, lubricating it with the sticky liquid. She bit into the arm of the couch as a spasm shook her body. Her pussy pulsed as an orgasm overtook her.

Part 7.

Her soft lips pressed against his. His eyes fluttered open to find darkness. He could feel the heat from her body, her soft breasts, her small hands on his shoulders.

"What's going on?" Brent mumbled confused.

"Shhh." Her lips met his again, silencing him.

Another set of hands caressed his waist. Fingers slid under his boxers and began to pull them off. His eyes searched the darkness but found nothing. His hands found their way to his partner's hips. She was positioned over him, leaving room for the other person kneeling between his legs to strip away his underwear.

His hands slid over the clingy fabric of her panties, thin waist, a tight cotton tee shirt. He fondled her breasts, her nipples were very hard. She moaned in his mouth, inserted her tongue, and kissed harder. The other set of hands spread his legs and began massaging his growing erection. A gentle squeeze of his balls and a wet tongue sliding over his shaft brought him to full attention.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he realized that the girl kissing him was Claire. The girl with her mouth around his throbbing cock must be Allison he reasoned. He pulled Claire up so that he could suck on her breasts. She removed her shirt and dropped it on the pillow next to his head. Cupping her breasts she brought them to his hungry mouth. He enveloped each nipple, licking, and sucking, one then the other. Her back arched as he pulled her into him. She moaned quietly.

Allison's mouth wrapped around his dick. He could feel her tongue circling the head. Her hands cupping his balls, her other hand pumping his thick shaft as she slipped her lips over the engorged member. Her hair tickled his thighs every time she lowered herself, allowing his shaft into the wetness of her mouth. He began to pump his hips meeting the wet opening with a distinctive sound of oral sex. Claire slipped her breasts from his lips and kissed him hard. She pulled back and looked him in the eyes.

"Hey." She cooed.

"Hey." He replied. His eyes adjusted to the low light of dawn. Her blue eyes were playful. Her lips were wet.

"How's it going?" She purred with a sly grin on her face. His hands slid from her bare back to her firm ass.

"I'm having this really good dream right now. Don't wake me up." He joked.

She pulled his face close to hers and kissed him passionately.

"That was you at the glory hole right?" She asked as she slid her hands across his chest, down his abdomen. He looked down past Claire and saw Allison giving him head. She was not looking up at him, seemingly entranced by the slippery cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

"Yeah. So, that was you on the other side after all?"

"Me and Allison like going to Adult bookstores and checking out the perverts. Two hot girls walk in and it's like time stops." She giggled.

He groaned as Allison slid his cock out of her mouth and began licking and sucking his balls. Her hands pumped his engorged shaft, squeezing and stroking the slick surface, working the precum out.

"Sometimes we go into the booths and see what kind of dicks come through the glory hole. We've seen big ones, small ones, skinny ones, crooked ones, uncut, cut, you name it. But yours Brent, yours is a masterpiece." Claire explained.

Allison's tongue explored the area behind his balls, her hands spread his legs further apart. She continued stoking his cock with both hands.

"Thick, long, and hard as a rock. But the best part Brent, the best part is your cum. I've never had a guy cum so much."
"Yeah?" He groaned.

"Yeah. There's so much, and it taste different. Sweet, milky. I was telling Allison about it. She wanted to see for herself."

"Mmmmm..."

Allison resumed sucking his dick. Deeper this time, faster. It felt like her mouth was wetter, more slippery, hotter. Her hands massaged his balls, the area behind his balls, her fingers explored. He felt the pressure build, he could barely contain himself.

"She wants to taste it Brent."

He groaned

"Cum in her mouth. She wants it."

Thick cum exploded from his cock. It filled her mouth. He could feel her tongue slosh it around his head. Cum, saliva, a slippery tongue, the wetness of her mouth and the engorged head of his cock pumping more as she swallowed. She slid the throbbing meat down the tightness of her throat until her lips were wrapped about the base. He could feel her swallowing every spurt of his seed. Claire pressed her lips against his. Their tongues mingled. He pulled her close.
After a few moments he felt Allison slide his sensitive member from her throat, it's head finally slipping past her lips with a pop. She pulled his boxers back on and gave his package a gentle squeeze before standing up.

Claire pulled away gently sucking his bottom lip as she did so.

"Don't wake up yet." She whispered to him before kissing him again and standing up herself.

The door closed, the footsteps faded down the carpeted hallway on the other side. Brent laid in his open sleeping bag on the floor with his eyes shut. His mind raced at what had just happened. Maybe it was a dream, he thought. Licking his lips he could still taste Claire's sweetness on his mouth, his hands proved his cock to still be slick from Allison's saliva. It did happen. 'This is the best morning ever,' he thought to himself and smiled.