Junior Year Box Set

Though I was nervous, Sasha acted like this was a walk in the park. Even that might have been better. There had to be at least seventy people within sight of the gazebo right now. She had me turn around and sit on the bed. Sasha helped me out of my shoes and socks while I took off my shirt. I helped her off with hers as she removed my pants and boxers. She then grabbed Mr. Happy at the base.

I wasn’t really stupid; I knew what Sasha wanted to do with me. If I remember correctly, she even said so last week. While I didn’t have feelings for her, I couldn’t imagine passing this up. This was one of those memories you might tell your grandsons about someday. She stroked me a few times and opened a compartment under the bed. Sasha had obviously been here before. She pulled out a Costco-size box of condoms and a bottle of lube. Like I said, I wasn’t stupid. I put on the condom and Sasha had me in her in a flash.

Her breasts wobbled, telling me they were real. Zak and I had been playing the game ‘real or fake?’ He’d shown me some porn and taught me how to detect the difference. I didn’t confess that I could already spot the difference. Adrienne and I had played the same game, and she was much better at being able to discern fakes than Zak was.

It took some time to get into her; Sasha was tight. I let her set her own pace. I worried because she had a pained expression on her face. It was good she was sopping wet, or it might not have worked. When she had me all the way in, she leaned down and kissed me. I grabbed the back of her neck and kept my mouth on hers. It was good that I did because when I began to move, she moaned.

When I was sure she could take the whole thing, I began to push her hard. I believe her knees came off the mattress a couple of times when I gave my hips just a little extra thrust. There wasn’t much I could do about the sound of our pelvises coming together. There was the unmistakable sound of energetic sex. If anyone were close by, they would also smell it. I gave up worrying and just pounded her.

The thing was, I wasn’t the only one: Sasha pounded me right back. When I felt myself getting close, I stopped, but she twerked her little butt on me so good, Miley Cyrus would have been jealous. I was able to hold off for another ten minutes. It took all my control not to lose it. Sasha was working on her third orgasm, and apparently no longer gave a damn whether anyone knew what we were doing, if she ever did. She slammed down on me as she climaxed.

“AIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!” she screamed.

I decided I’d held out long enough and began to fountain deep inside Sasha. If I hadn’t had a condom on, I was sure I would’ve knocked her up with that effort.

It was no surprise when someone stuck their head in the gazebo. They got an eyeful of the two of us making the beast with two backs.

“Do you think you could handle two women?” a female voice said. “Or are you a one-shot wonder?”

I looked around Sasha and saw Maria.

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“Oh! OH! OHHHMYGAWDDDDD!” Maria cried as I pinned her to the mattress from behind.

I had two handfuls of breast, so I was a little preoccupied.

Maria told me later her parents were from Lebanon. She had dark skin, and she’d shaved. What was different was the area between her legs was a darker color. Not that anything didn’t work the same, but it was just an unusual look. Maria also had a tongue stud and one through the top of her labia. I had already enjoyed her piercings, especially the one in her tongue.

“Mind if I join in?” I heard a guy ask.

“What the hell?” Sasha said.

Maria looked over when she felt the bed move. Al knee-walked up as if he expected her to blow him while I continued doing her.

“Get that baby dick away from me!” Maria yelled.

I stopped in mid thrust and looked at his penis. Al Faulkenburg, forever to be known from this day forward as ‘Baby Dick,’ had the tiniest penis I’d ever seen. Al wasn’t a big guy, but Jesus! It was smaller than my pinky, and that’s with a raging hard-on. It wasn’t like he was thick, either. He looked like a ten-year-old boy.

Notice I called Al’s member a ‘penis.’ You really couldn’t call it by the usual nicknames; those terms had particular meanings that just didn’t apply here.

Craig and Trip burst in to see what the problem was.

“I thought women said that size doesn’t matter,” Al ‘Baby Dick’ Faulkenburg said.

“We want to at least feel it,” Sasha blurted.

I felt bad for creepy Al when everyone laughed, but not bad enough to chase after him when he burst into tears and ran out of the gazebo.

“Ah, while you wait on him, do you want to have some fun with us?” Trip asked Sasha.

I figured Sasha was a big girl. If she wanted to have sex with Trip and Craig, she could have at it. I watched her check the two guys out and smile. I guess she was willing. You had to love LA. It looked like we had gone from a threesome to a fivesome without missing a beat.

“No weird stuff,” I said, and then blushed.

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” Craig teased.