It didn’t seem worth trying to correct his distorted impression of what had happened. “Stuffy? Try intimidated! You’re all out of my league; you know, I probably wouldn’t even know Alex’s name if Dr. Reynolds hadn’t thrown us together.”
“‘Alex,’ eh? She lets you call her that?”
Oops. “It’s sort of a joke,” I explained, trying to brush the whole matter aside.
“Chick magnet. The only person she ever let call her ‘Alex’ was our grandfather.” Danny gave me a long look. “You aren’t screwing her too, are you?”
“God, no!” I protested, flushing darkly. I zipped up my pants, thankful I was able to protest my innocence truthfully.
“But thinking about it, I’m guessing?” he waved it off. “Don’t get upset — she’s an eyeful; I’ve fantasized about it once or twice, and she’s my sister. If you hadn’t, I’d think you were queer.” Danny’s expression turned serious. “But, you know, as Alexandra’s brother and Jonathan’s friend, if you did try anything, I’d have to hurt you. Bad.”
It was a side of Danny I hadn’t seen before, and didn’t care to see again. “Message received.” It wasn’t like I didn’t already suspect this would be a complication, but I was too tired to deal with it now.
Susan emerged from the bathroom, wearing a robe and looking clean, if half-asleep. “Hi, guys,” she mumbled, walking toward the bed. Danny and I looked at each other, and then quickly turned back the bed, letting the stained cover fall on the floor. She toppled onto the bed when she reached it, and lay still where she’d fallen.
I looked closely, but couldn’t see Susan’s face with her hair in the way; it sounded like she already was asleep. “I guess going home tonight wasn’t such a great idea,” I mused.
“We’ve got the room all night, anyway,” agreed Danny.
“You don’t have to stay; I can drive them home.” I dreaded the thought of meeting with Dr. Reynolds in a few hours, and wished Susan had planned this for a weekend.
“Hah!” barked Danny, humor restored. “Just leave you sharing a bed with both Susan and Yelena? Nice try! Besides; I’m paying for the room — I’ll stay, too.”
I pulled Susan’s legs over so she was stretched out in the center of the bed instead of diagonally across it; she didn’t stir. “I don’t think we’re going to see too much more action, Danny.” Sighing, I started removing my clothing once again; this time, in no rush, I hung my shirt and slacks in the closet. I kept my briefs as some sort of sop to modesty or self-restraint.
Danny was a boxer man, but seemed content to follow my sartorial lead. “When do you want the wakeup call?” he asked, reading the directory on the nightstand next to the phone.
“Next week,” I groaned while figuring logistics in my head; that elicited a laugh. “You’d better tell them six — I hope nobody expects breakfast.”
Yelena, still wearing her robe and toweling her hair dry, joined us while Danny was talking to the front desk. “Oh, how cozy,” she cooed sarcastically, “we all are going to share.”
“It’s a king,” objected Danny after he hung up. “There’s plenty of room.”
“With a cat, perhaps. Sharing with two men? Like large dogs, but with other things on their minds.” She pulled the robe’s belt tighter around her waist. It was either the bed or the floor if she stayed, and Yelena showed no inclination to abandon Susan. “I will sleep on this side,” she finally declared with a very thin grin, “and then I will have one direction only to defend.”
Danny and I ran the remaining permutations in our heads. “Chick magnet,” he said so softly only I heard him, as I rolled to the center of the bed next to Susan. Yelena climbed in behind me, and Danny turned off the lights before lying down on the other side of Susan.
I fell asleep with surprisingly little effort, but woke later to find myself in a tangle of limbs. I was on my side facing Yelena, who was pressed tight against me with her head tucked under my chin. I could feel the swell of Susan’s breasts against my back, and she had one of her legs hooked over mine. A hand that had to be Danny’s draped over Susan and hung in my face. My penis was swollen in my underwear, but there was no way to reach it, much less do anything about it, without disturbing everybody. I lay there, thinking of Alex and the obstacles between us, until I drifted off again.
“Doctor — Reynolds — sure is — a pain — in the ass!” Alex told me while we tried to make corrections to her thesis draft. She could barely hold the red pen steady; I took it from her so she could brace herself against the pounding she was taking from her advisor.
“Commendable, my girl, commendable,” Reynolds told her as he withdrew his foot-long dripping wand from her anus. She tightened her grip on my more modestly-sized erection to avoid being dragged away from the table.
“I’m a bigger dick than that,” boasted Jonathan. He unzipped his tuxedo and fished out a rapidly hardening two-foot cock.
“You should be sure to use protection until you’re married,” Connie chimed in. She produced a condom made of white lace and tulle that matched the veil Alex was wearing, and then rolled it onto the first few inches of Jonathan’s throbbing weapon. He hoisted Alex onto the table, scattering silverware and pinning her thesis beneath her.
Alex looked down at herself, staring at the pubic hair trimmed into the shape of a heart. “I was waiting for my true love.”
“All the ladies love this,” Jonathan reassured her, and began feeding his meat into her in short strokes. Soon she was completely transfixed, and every thrust lifted her briefly off the table as the lace-clad tip of his cock appeared in her mouth.
“Can you — rewrite — that last — paragraph?” Alex choked out when the monstrous organ permitted. She pointed at the sheet on the table.
“Sure,” I told her, before I found out the pen had run out of ink. “Susan?”
“I’m almost there!” she screamed. “Danny!” He was fucking her hard, much more quickly than Jonathan’s ponderous pace, and Susan was having trouble pouring the midnight siren ink from the lipstick tube into the pen without splashing it everywhere.
“Not on — the waistcoats — they’re — rented!” Alex moaned in between thrusts.
“Danny!”
I awakened to find myself in the hotel bed, with Susan and Danny bouncing vigorously beside me. Yelena was missing, although the sheets were still warm. My eyes ached and the clock said it was early, but there was no way I was going to get back to sleep — or stay awake, for that matter.
The toilet flushed as I was dragging myself to my feet. “Can’t you control your roommate?” I blearily teased Yelena as we passed. We were interrupted by a particularly loud and passionate exclamation from Susan, which engendered an involuntary swelling in my briefs.
“About as well as you control your friend,” she replied. “You all think with your cocks, I see.”
“I’m not thinking much at all right now,” I confessed. “I’m taking a shower; send a search party if I don’t reappear in 15 minutes.”
My face had been in the hot spray for far less than 15 minutes when I heard the shower curtain rustle and Yelena stepped into the tub behind me. “You are a patient man, Lloyd. I thought that I would help you wake up.” She started lathering up my body, which prompted me to return the favor. Her touch felt fantastic, but not as good as the sensation of our bodies sliding together when we embraced. My erection was a rigid pole trapped between our groins.
I felt her start when I ran my soapy hands down the curves of her tight ass and pressed my fingers lightly into the crevice between her cheeks. “I am still a little sore there,” she told me between kisses.
Disappointed, I forced myself to nod. “It’s okay.”
“Yes,” she smiled, confusing me a bit. Yelena turned in my embrace and reached down to pick up something from the lip of the tub. “Luckily for us, I found this in Susan’s coat pocket,” she continued, brandishing a condom. We had a heck of a time opening the wrapper with wet hands, but Yelena got the sheath onto me almost soon enough to suit my impatience.
A quick check revealed she was already slick between her legs, but just to be safe I tickled her clit with a finger while caressing her breasts until her breathing was uneven. “Fuck me already,” Yelena urged. Her frame was slight enough that I just picked her up and lowered her onto my waiting penis.
Yelena’s legs immediately wrapped around me and she began gyrating on me. “Oh yeah,” she sighed, “fuck me harder!”
I shifted my position until her back was against the wall, and held her there so I could thrust in and out of her welcoming pussy. She kept up a constant stream of filthy encouragement — not all of it in English — and worked her elongated nipples until I stiffened and fired my load into the condom.
My cock and her legs were still supporting her body, so I pushed Yelena’s hands aside and started mauling her tits myself. I was fascinated to see how far her nipples extended from her relatively small breasts, and the way she writhed and cursed when I twisted them. She screamed, “bite me!” and repeated it until I understood she was serious.
I lifted her slightly so I could capture a nipple in my mouth, and bit gently while pulling at it with my teeth. Yelena jerked and stiffened, then went so boneless I almost dropped her.
She sighed and looked up at me. “Are you awake now?”
“Very!” I assured her, and we smiled at each other.
“It’s after six — what are you doing in there?” Danny called from the bathroom door.
“Nothing!” we replied together, breaking into laughter.
“Jesus, Lloyd, you’re as bad as me,” Danny shouted, but he left us alone.
I hoisted Yelena free and set her back on her feet. It was tempting to clean each other, especially since I wanted a closer look at her neatly trimmed bush, but Reynolds probably would blow a fuse if I was late. Regretfully I pulled off the condom and quickly cleaned myself with a soapy hand while Yelena did the same.
“Chick magnet,” Yelena giggled very softly while we toweled ourselves dry. I didn’t dignify her comment with a response.
We wandered out of the bathroom, passing a very satisfied-looking Susan strolling in the opposite direction, sans robe. Fresh semen was leaking from her puffy lips and I noticed Yelena’s eyes followed her ass the same way mine did.
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