Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Do you think she knows?” I whispered.

“Who?” He glanced down at me. “Sister Frances?”

I shook my head, thinking about my mother now that our senior trip was almost over and we were supposed to go home tomorrow. I looked past him to where Sister Frances was praying silently with her eyes closed, her fingers moving over her rosary beads.

“She thanked me, you know,” he whispered into my ear, his hand sliding down the back of my jeans and tugging at my panties, pulling them taut between my ass cheeks. The crotch hugged my pussy and made me shiver. “Said she wouldn’t know what she would do without me here to keep an eye on all of the girls.”

“You’re a bad man,” I whispered, waving to Erica. She was sitting up front in the boat, because she wanted to get completely soaked. We, on the other hand, were at the back, and I was hoping not to get too wet—although from the way my body was responding to the gentle tug of my panties, I was probably going to lose that battle.

“But doesn’t it feel good?” He drew my panties up a little tighter and beginning a rhythmic tug.

Swallowing, I looked up at him, biting my lip. My pussy lips were swollen and I knew I was soaked. We’d been teasing each other all day and now, as the sun was starting to set and we were on our very last ride, the anticipation of going back to the hotel was almost too much.

I glanced down at his crotch, aching to touch his cock, knowing he must be hard for me, but with Sister Frances sitting right on the other side of him, I didn’t dare. His hand, tucked behind me, was obscured from view as he hugged my pussy with the damp twist of my panties. The material was slowly being wedged between my wet lips.

“Oh!” I gasped when he took up a little more of the slack and my panties bunched up tight, rubbing right against my clit. He smiled, giving a satisfied tug, making me close my eyes for a moment in the pleasure of it.

“Don’t be afraid, child.” Sister Frances reached over and patted my knee. I opened my eyes to look at her as Mr. Nolan resumed his rhythmic pulling. “The Lord will watch over us.”

“Yes,” I gasped, wiggling in my seat, the gentle heat of my clit being rubbed against my panties making me flushed and tingly. “Thank you, Sister.”

“Although we may get a little wet, I’m afraid!” Mr. Nolan smiled.

“Will we get very wet?” Her eyes grew wide.

I muffled a moan. “Very wet,” I whispered. Mr. Nolan tugged faster, making me squirm in my seat.

“I’m afraid so.” He patted Sister Frances' hand. “But it won’t last too long.

The brochure said the ride down is 1.3 seconds.”

“Maybe less.” I shifted my hip to touch his, biting my lip and looking up at him through half-closed eyes. I knew they must be dazed with lust, and I was glad there was no one sitting on the other side of me, because I couldn’t stop wiggling.

“It creates a 1,600 foot wave.” Mr. Nolan talked as the boat neared the very top of the ramp. “And it sends us down at about a 50 degree angle.”

I grabbed his thigh, biting my lip as he made my panties rub faster between my pussy lips. My nipples were hard and poking through my white t-shirt, and I saw him looking at them. My whole mound was aching, the friction building, and I couldn’t believe it, but I was very close to coming.

“Well!” Sister Frances covered her eyes with one hand. “At least it isn’t forty days and forty nights.”

“Are you ready?” The friction between my legs was almost unbearable as my panties slipped through my wetness. “Here we go…”

“Yes!” I moaned, burying my face against his chest. “Here it comes!”

Then we were falling, and I heard Sister Frances screeching, and I jerked in my seat, my pussy on fire as I started to come, shuddering against him. He leaned in to shield me with his body, shoving his hand between my legs and rubbing hard, forcing my orgasm to the point of almost painful pleasure. I bucked against him and screamed, wrapping my arms around his neck, just before the cold shock of the wave hit us both. We were laughing as the boat rocked at the bottom, our arms wrapped around each other, and I wanted to kiss him, but I knew I couldn’t.

“Oh goodness,” Sister Frances muttered as she wiped her face. She wasn’t wearing her habit, but her wimple was soaked and water was coming off of it in sheets. “Very wet! Very, very wet.”

“Yes.” I laughed, shoving my wet hair out of my face. “Very, very wet.”

Erica waited for us to get off the boat, her eyes shining, her hair plastered to her head. “Oh my god, wasn’t that the most fun you’ve ever had?!”

“Almost…” I glanced up at Mr. Nolan, who was grinning at us both. My pussy was still pulsing with my climax, and I was glad that everyone was soaked, because I was sure that there would be a wet spot on the crotch of my jeans otherwise.

“We should go get changed,” he suggested, taking Erica’s hand and mine.

“Thank you again, Mr. Nolan!” Sister Frances put her hand on his arm.

“You’ve been such a help today, keeping the girls out of trouble.”

He smiled. “They’re good girls. Have a good evening, Sister Frances.”

I giggled when he leaned over and whispered into my ear. “Very, very good.”

“I think I got sunburned.” Erica adjusted the tube top she was wearing.

“Dad, did you bring any stuff?”

“Yep, back in the room.” He led us toward the exit.

The hotel wasn’t far, and Erica and I stripped down in the bathroom while Mr. Nolan changed in the room. I helped her put aloe on her sunburn. It wasn’t too bad, but she was so fair that even with sun block on, she had burned a little bit.

“Do you want me to go out for a while?” Erica asked as I smoothed aloe over her shoulder blades.

“Why?” I played dumb as I closed the top to the aloe and put it on the counter.

“You know why.” She met my eyes in the mirror and I flushed.

“Erica, I don’t want…” I sighed, helping her put her t-shirt on and resting my chin on her shoulder. “I don’t want you to feel left out. I’m not trying to take him away or anything…”

“It’s no big deal.” She shook her head. “I don’t feel like that, honest. So he’s your boyfriend… he’s still my dad.”

“Yeah.” I kissed her cheek, smiling. “You’re the best friend ever.”

“You can sleep in the same bed.” She turned to me. “I’m okay with it.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. “It’s either you and me in one bed, or you and him in one bed, right? It makes the most sense…”

I shrugged, feeling that throb of anticipation between my legs. “I guess.”

“Besides, you know you want to.” She grinned.

When we went into the room, Mr. Nolan had the TV on and was sitting on one of the beds in a pair of boxers. Erica went to the other bed and got in, curling under the covers and watching a movie. I sat in the cushy chair, neutral territory, still wary of crawling into either bed.

It was probably her sunburn that made her so sleepy, but Erica was snoring within fifteen minutes. I kept glancing over at Mr. Nolan, but he seemed engrossed in the movie. I wanted him to ask me to bed, but I was afraid he wouldn’t, not with Erica there. Maybe I’d end up sleeping with her anyway, I thought morosely.

I sighed, putting my leg up over the arm of the chair and glancing at him again. His eyes were on the screen, but the chair was angled toward him a little, and I knew he must be able to see me. With a little smile, I pulled my t-shirt up, and nudged my panties aside. My lips were smooth and soft-I’d continued to shave them after that first time. I loved how swollen and wet they got, how easy it was to slip my fingers through them, now.

My clit throbbed gently and I touched it with my finger, rubbing it in circles before dipping my fingers down to gather some of my wetness. He didn’t look at me, but I saw him glance at Erica, who had rolled away from us in her sleep.

Wanting a reaction, I pulled my shirt up boldly over my breasts, my nipples hardening. He still didn’t respond, but he shifted on the bed slightly.

There was no ignoring how turned-on I was, and I pulled my panties aside completely, exposing my pussy as I slipped first one finger, and then another, deep inside. Watching his face, I slowly fucked myself, imagining his cock. I saw his eyes shift to me, and he shook his head a little, glancing at Erica again.

I was rewarded when his hand moved over the crotch of his boxers, rubbing the stiff length of his cock through them. I spread my legs a little wider, angling myself to give him a better view. He groaned softly, his eyes on me now as I plunged my wet fingers into my flesh.

“Do it,” I whispered, glancing at Erica and then back at him. “Stroke it for me.”

He glanced at her again, too, but he slipped his cock out of his boxers and it stood pointing straight up to the ceiling, making me moan with wanting it. His eyes met mine for a moment as he started moving his hand up and down the shaft, but then they fell between my legs again, watching my fingers slipping in and out of my pussy.

“Do you like watching me?” I whispered, sliding my other hand down to rub my clit as I fingered myself.

“Yes,” he said hoarsely, stroking faster.

“Don’t you want my pussy?” I teased, my fingers rubbing my lips, opening them, showing him how pink and wet I was inside. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“Yes!” He groaned again, his hand shuttling up and down. I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. “Oh, god, Leah…”

“Don’t you want to put your cock in here?” I whispered, sliding my fingers deep inside and spreading myself as wide as I could, pressing the walls of my pussy open.

“Oh fuck,” he growled, glancing over at Erica. “Get over here and sit on my cock.”

I leapt from the chair and practically ran to the bed, pulling my panties and t-shirt off on the way.

“Turn the light out,” he murmured, using the remote to turn off the TV. I nodded, leaning over and hitting the switch, leaving us in the total darkness of a hotel room. We could both hear Erica’s gentle snores.

“Suck it first,” he whispered, his hand in my hair, which was still wet from the ride. I moaned around his shaft as I found it in the dark, licking and sucking the head. “We’ve got to be quiet.” He guided me down his length by pressing on the back of my neck. “I don’t want to wake her.”

I just nodded, unable to say anything with his stiff rod buried in my throat. I moaned when he pulled me around and onto him, his fingers and tongue searching for my wetness and finding it.

“Shh,” he said again before his lips parted mine, his tongue probing through the soft folds of my flesh until he reached my center, licking there and making me shiver. His cock was steel heat in my hand and my mouth as I sucked him, working my head up and down between his legs as he buried his face between my thighs. He wrapped his arms around my ass, pulling me in tight, and I moaned again, I couldn’t help it, when he shoved two fingers deep into my pussy.

“Oh god,” I whispered as he fingered and licked me, smacking the head of his cock against my lips and tongue. “Don’t stop, please…”

I felt him shake his head, but he didn’t answer. His only reply was to lick me faster, working his tongue over my clit, back and forth, around and around, my pussy aching for release. I sucked the pre-cum off the tip of him, using my tongue to spread the slippery fluid around the head, letting it mix with my saliva.

His tongue was so good, I never wanted it to end, and his fingers fucking me made me want his cock buried inside of my pussy. I wanted it all, everything at once, and my hips rocked and bucked, even though his hands tried to hold me still.

“Oh fuck!” I hissed, trying to hold out, wanting it to last, but his tongue sent me over, that insistent lapping and his soft groans between my legs pushing me past the point of no return. I let it go, quivering on top of him and squeezing his cock as I came, my pussy clamping down on his fingers again and again. I could hear him swallowing me and I knew I was wetting him, his face, his cheeks, his chin, with my juices.

He didn’t even give me a chance to think before he was flipping me onto the bed and searching for my pussy with his cock. His mouth was wet with me as he kissed me, his tongue probing hard, the head of his shaft slipping into the soft wetness between my legs.

“Oh!” I cried when he slid deep inside, driving me up toward the headboard, his mouth covering mine to quiet me.

His hips ground hard, fast, his cock plunging into my pussy as his tongue shoved its way into my mouth. I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as he fucked me, my legs spread wide and my hips lifting to meet him.

There was no stopping him, it was like a driving force, something possessed, and I was completely taken by it.

My pussy clamped around him involuntarily, making him moan against my mouth, and I liked that so I did it again, harder this time. He broke the kiss with a gasp when I did it again, drawing his cock in even deeper.

“Brat,” he whispered into my ear, pressing me to the bed with the full weight of him, grinding on me, into me, the wet sound of our sex filling the room.

“God you feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Yes,” I whispered, biting his earlobe, raking my nails across his back.

“Fuck me, Rob. Fuck me hard, use my little cunt.” He gasped and then groaned, driving harder into my flesh, and I squeezed around him again and again, trying to milk him. I could feel him holding back, and I smiled, knowing that feeling, loving it.

“Don’t you want it?” I slid my hands down and grabbed his ass. I could feel the muscles there working. “Don’t you want to shoot all that hot cum into my tight little cunt?”

“Fuck,” he groaned, and I felt him starting to slow, so I squeezed my pussy faster, clamping down like a hot, wet vise around his shaft, again and again. “Ohhh baby, don’t, I can’t stop it…”

“Yessss,” I purred, working my hips up against him, fucking him back, wanting it. “Fill me, baby. I want your cum!” That sent him over, bucking and growling and biting my neck as he sent white hot jets of fluid deep into my pussy.

I could feel it surging up the underside of his cock as he came, his whole body jerking and straining with it. He collapsed onto me, panting, and I smiled, stroking his hair, kissing his damp cheek.

“Oh Leah.” He turned his head to kiss me. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“I know.” I snuggled up to him and pulled the covers up over us both as we drifted off together.

I don’t know what time it was when I thought I heard someone crying. I jolted awake, not remembering where I was, that strange sense of waking somewhere unfamiliar disorienting me until I saw the digital clock on the hotel nightstand. It was 3:12 a.m. and I definitely heard someone crying.

“Erica?” I whispered, hearing her sniff. “Are you okay?”

She drew a shaky breath. “I’m fine.”

“Are you hurt?” I whispered, trying to make out her outline in the dimness, but the pitch black of the hotel room made it impossible. “Is it your sunburn?”

“No.” She was quiet for a moment and then she said, “I guess I’m just… lonely.”

“Oh.” I could almost feel the silence, and I wondered if she had just pretended to be asleep earlier-if she had heard us. “Well… why don’t you come here?”

“Are you sure?” She was sitting up in bed now, I could tell by the change in her voice.

“Yeah.” I pulled the covers back a little and edged closer toward the middle of the bed. Mr. Nolan was sleeping toward the other edge. “Come on.”

Erica climbed into bed, turning her back to me and pulling my arm over her. I smiled, snuggling in close and curling myself around her. “Better?” I kissed cheek and felt her nod.

I think I was drifting off when Erica whispered, “Did it feel good?”

“What?” I startled, blinking at her in the darkness.

“When he was fucking you.” She turned in my arms to face me. “Did it feel good?”

“Erica…” My voice caught, and I felt her hand moving under the covers, up over my hip.

“It sounded like it did.” Her fingers trailed over my bare belly. “Did you come hard?”

“Oh god.” I closed my eyes as her hand moved to cover my mound.

“Yes…”

“I was touching myself.” She leaned in to feather kisses over my collarbone. “God, Leah, it made my pussy so wet listening to you two…” I groaned as her mouth moved down my neck, taking a detour toward my nipple and sucking it between her lips.

“I’m sorry.” I wiggled and parted my thighs for her probing fingers. “I didn’t mean for you to hear…”

“I know.” Her tongue made circles toward my other breast as she slid two fingers deep inside me, making me moan. “I think that made it even hotter…” She fingered me slowly, sucking greedily at my nipple. I shifted on the bed, hearing Mr. Nolan’s deep, even breathing behind us and knew he was still sleeping. “He came inside you, didn’t he?”

“Yes.” I remembered him jerking against me, coming so hard, filling me.

“Mmmm.” She slid her fingers out of me and sucked them. “Then this is my daddy’s cum.” My heart lurched toward my stomach, but my pussy throbbed as she licked my juices mingled with Mr. Nolan’s cum off her fingers.

“Erica, we shouldn’t…”

“Shh.” She wiggled her t-shirt off over her head and pressed her naked body to mine in the darkness. “I want you to lick me and make me come… please… I want it so much…”

I sighed, listening for Mr. Nolan but unable to resist as she took my hand and pressed it between her legs. She was soft, smooth, and wet, her lips slightly parted already, the tender flesh inside drawing my fingers in.

“Yes!” She rocked against my hand. “Oh, Leah, that feels so good…” I fingered her in the darkness, dipping my head down to suck on her nipples, first one and then the other, feeling them harden under my tongue. She squirmed against me, gasping, and I could tell she was trying to be quiet.

“Please!” She begged, twisting onto her back and opening her legs wide.

“Oh please, lick me…” I kissed my way silently down her belly, still rubbing at her nipples as I nuzzled my face between her thighs. She sighed, reaching down with her fingers and opening her pussy for my mouth. Her juices were thick and sticky, and I knew she must have come earlier, listening to me and her father have sex. The thought excited me, and I flushed with an incredible heat as I started to tongue her flesh.

“Oh yeah!” She rocked her hips to meet my mouth. Her clit was a hot little button of flesh under my tongue and I tickled it back and forth, making her squirm and moan softly. “Put your fingers in…”

I did as she asked, sliding two fingers deep inside, pumping them slowly in and out. She was so wet that I couldn’t help making a soft kind of squelching noise with every thrust, and I listened carefully to Mr. Nolan’s breathing. I couldn’t believe we were doing this while he slept only a foot away in the same bed.

“Harder!” She pressed her hips up. “Oh fuck me, Leah!”

“Shhhhh!” I covered her mound with my mouth, working my tongue back and forth as I fingered her wetness. She was making soft whimpering sounds, little cries, and I knew she couldn’t help it, but I also knew if she kept it up, she was going to wake up her dad.

“Fuck me hard,” she whispered, her hands in my hair. “Fuck me like he fucked you, Leah. Fuck me like my daddy fucked you.” I gasped as she pressed my mouth full against her flesh, shoving her hips up to meet my driving fingers.

Next to us, I heard Mr. Nolan gasp, too, but I knew Erica didn’t-she was too close to the edge.

My tongue worked around and around her clit, my whole face moving over her pussy, and I thought I could hear the sound of Mr. Nolan’s hand on his cock, although I couldn’t be sure. I wanted to reach over and feel, but I couldn’t move.

Erica had me trapped between her thighs as she started to come, her body shuddering with the force of it.

“Oh god, that’s good!” she whispered. “Fuck me hard, Daddy, make me come!” Her climax overtook her, leaving her quivering and trembling and pulsing on waves of pleasure as I sucked her clit into my mouth, tickling it with my tongue again and again until she was begging me to stop.

“No more.” She pulled me back by my hair. “Oh god, please…”

I rested my cheek against her thigh, kissing her there, feeling the tremble in the muscle. Mr. Nolan’s breathing had changed, I was sure of it. I knew he was awake and had heard us. Without thinking, just acting on what I wanted, I slid my hand over and touched his bare leg, moving my hand between his thighs and feeling his hand wrapped around his shaft.

He didn’t say anything, but I felt him shift away slightly. I rubbed my thumb over the tip, feeling pre-cum there, rubbing it into the soft flesh, making the head of his cock wet. His body stiffened as Erica shifted, murmuring something I couldn’t quite hear.

“Were you thinking about your dad?” I whispered to her in the dark, kissing my way over her thigh.

“Oh god,” she murmured. “Leah, I know… but I couldn’t help it. Hearing you guys earlier… I kept imagining… what it would be like…”

“What it would be like?” I eased over her body, toward his. I could feel his panic, but he didn’t move. “To what? Suck him? Be fucked by him?” His cock was in my mouth, and the hands in my hair were pushing me away, but I latched on tight, taking him all the way into my throat before coming back up on him.

“Both,” Erica murmured. “Everything… Leah… are you…?”

“Come here.” I reached my hand out and found hers, tugging her toward me.

“Girls,” his voice was thick with sleep, or lust, I wasn’t sure which. I wondered how long he had been awake. His cock was thick and swollen, his pre-cum flowing freely, and I thought he must have been touching himself for a while.

“Girls, no…”

“Daddy?” Erica felt her way toward me in the darkness, settling herself next to me between his thighs.

“Oh god,” he groaned, and I could hear the pain in his voice. “Erica… please…”

“Think you can tell the difference between us?” I smiled in the dark, licking the tip of his cock and pressing my hand to the back of Erica’s head, leading her toward it.

“Leah!” he cried, half sitting, but I pressed him with my hand, holding his cock as she licked it. I knew he must have thought it was me, or maybe he was pretending it was, but it was definitely Erica who was sucking him. I could feel her mouth moving down his shaft, her lips touching my hand before moving back up again.

“This is… really… wrong,” he croaked, groaning at something Erica was doing with her mouth. I moved up next to him, pressing my lips to his, and he must have known, then, that it was her and not me.

“Oh Daddy,” Erica murmured from between his legs. “It feels so right…”

My tongue slipped between his lips as we kissed, cutting off any protest, and Erica moved my hand out of the way, then, too. The sound of her sucking him filled the room as she made little noises around his cock, hungry noises, soft mews and cries. He groaned into my mouth, his hand tightening in my hair.

“I want some, too.” I slid down between his legs again, nudging Erica’s hip with mine so she would make room.

“You were right,” she said. “He is big.”

“Girls!” He groaned again as my tongue moved down to lick his balls, lapping at him like I was a kitten drinking milk. I sucked one gently and then trailed my mouth upward again, toward the tip of him where Erica was running her tongue around the head.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, and our tongues met over and around the wet tip of his cock, making him groan loudly.

“You made my pussy so wet, Daddy,” Erica told him. “Want to feel?”

“Oh no,” he groaned. “Erica, honey… please… this is… we can’t…”

“Feel, Daddy.” She straddled his thigh, rubbing her pussy there, up and down, leaving a hot, wet trail. “Feel how wet you made me.”

“Me, too.” I slid over his other thigh, mirroring her movements.

“Oh my god,” he murmured. “Please… you two… we need to stop…”

“Don’t you like me?” Erica leaned in toward him, climbing up his body.

“Don’t you think I’m pretty?”

“Oh baby,” he whispered in the dark and I heard them kissing. “Of course I do… you’re beautiful…”

“Don’t you want me?” She straddled him now. I moved to stretch out beside him, pressing my breasts into his side.

He turned his face to me, and croaked, “Leah…”

“Answer her.” I reached down between his legs and grabbed his cock. It was still slick with our saliva and I squeezed it, hard. “Do you want her?”

“Oh please,” he cried as I stroked him upward, pointing his cock toward her wetness. Erica was wiggling back to find it and I held it for her, teasing her lips with the head.

“Daddy?” Erica reached between her own legs to hold him, too. “Please, I want you so much…”

“Oh hell,” he murmured as we both squeezed and tugged on his cock. “Oh baby, yes… yes, I want you!”

“Oh Daddy!” Erica cried as we both aimed him, and I felt her flesh give as she sank down onto his cock. He groaned and thrust up to meet her, his hands moving to her hips.

“Oh Jesus! This can’t be happening.”

I leaned over and kissed him, exploring his mouth with my tongue as they started to fuck. Erica’s hands were on his belly, balancing herself as she started to ride him.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” I nuzzled his neck, tugging on his earlobe with my teeth. “Doesn’t your daughter’s tight little pussy feel good wrapped around your cock?”

“Oh fuck, Leah,” he growled. “You are so bad…”

“Yes!” I nodded, my pussy throbbing as I covered it with my hand. “But it feels so good, doesn’t it?”

“Fuck me, Daddy!” Erica moaned, grinding her hips deep against him.

“Yes!” He panted, the whole bed rocking with their motion. “You like that?”

“I want it from behind.” She slowed down on him. “I want you to take me from behind.”

“Oh no,” he murmured, shaking his head, but then he was rolling her off of him, positioning himself behind her.

“Yes!” She rocked forward onto the bed, and they started that fast rhythm again. “Oh god, yes, fuck me hard!”

My clit was aching and I rubbed it faster, tugging at my nipples.

“Erica, would you lick me?” I whimpered, shifting my hips toward her on the bed.

She grabbed me, burying her face between my legs. I could feel the steady rocking as he fucked her from behind, both of them grunting with the force of it.

“Is it good?” I asked, my hand in her hair, guiding her tongue over and over my clit.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned against my pussy. “Fuck, yes! His cock is so good, baby.”

I smiled, closing my eyes and rolling my hips up to meet her mouth. “I know.”

She moved her mouth against my pussy, sucking and licking and moaning as he fucked her. He was like an animal, growling and grunting as he thrust deep inside of her, and the sound of him pushed me close to the edge.

“Do you like your daughter’s tight little pussy?” I whispered to him, hearing him gasp.

“Yes,” he panted, groaning. “Sweet little cunt, so tight, so wet…”

I moaned, grabbing Erica and shoving her against my own pussy. I was about to come and she knew it, her tongue moving back and forth like lightning. I squeezed my nipples, sending myself over the edge, listening to the sound of them fucking, feeling the thrust of their bodies as they drove themselves toward their own precipice.

“Leah!” Erica moaned, resting her cheek against my thigh. “Oh god, Leah, he’s gonna make me come.”

“Yeah,” he growled. “Come for me, baby. Come for Daddy.”

“Ohhhhh!” she cried, and I groaned as she sank her nails into my ass, her teeth grazing my thighs as she came. She muffled her cries against my belly, rolling with her climax again and again, twisting against me as the delicious waves of pleasure rocked through her.

“Girls,” he groaned. “Oh god, I can’t stop… I’m gonna come!”

“I want it!” I moved out from under Erica and rushed to grab his cock from her pussy. The first spurt hit my cheek and he moaned as my mouth covered the tip and I sucked for the rest, rewarded with another thick surge of cum onto my tongue.

“Me, too!” Erica protested, still panting as she grabbed his cock from my hand and pointed it toward her own mouth. He grunted and thrust as another rush of cum erupted from his cock, spilling over her lips. I leaned in toward her, licking her lips, the head of his cock, and our tongues caught the last of it together as he bucked against us, filling our mouths with the heat of his cum.

“Oh god,” he groaned, collapsing onto the bed.

“I don’t know that he had anything to do with it.” I smiled.

We both crawled up next to him on the bed, Erica on his right and me on his left, and the other bed remained empty that whole night.