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The S C R E W D R I V E R
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CHAPTER EIGHT The Screwdriver
Kerry was a little worried that she was dressed too casually
for her debut at a high tech high flyer party. She hadn't intended
to go out this evening so she'd gone to work in her old sweater,
leggings and cowboy boots. In the lift on the way up to the penthouse
suite she'd taken the time to add a little make up to accent her
naturally pretty features. With a quick brush of her auburn hair
she peered into the lift's shiny doors and gave herself a quick
boost of confidence.
'You'll have to do Kerry Farnum.'
She wasn't quite sure what to expect of this party, but she kept
telling herself that she'd stay no more than half an hour an hour
tops. Bob would be waiting for her. She paused at the door. It didn't
sound too noisy, but she could hear a little laughter and what sounded
like opera. She knocked on the door and waited. No on came the laughter
continued an aria was reaching its climax. Again she knocked. Muffled
through the sound of a very solid door she heard
Mr Yu's unmistakable tones.
'Coming,' followed by quite a bit of giggling.
Mr Yu opened the door startling Kerry. She just wasn't prepared
to see her host and prospective employer open the door with a glass
of champagne in one hand, a towel in the other, dressed only in
the shortest of Japanese silk robes.
'Ah welcome Kerry so glad you could join us. Have some champagne.'
He handed Kerry the glass which she took hesitantly. As he shut
the door behind her and chained it shut she felt obliged to offer
her apologies for disturbing him. It appeared as if he were ready
for bed.
'I'm sorry if I'm late, or if I'm disturbing you, but...'
'Not at all. We were just taking a jacuzzi and admiring the view
of my prospective kingdom. Won't you join us?'
'Oh I don't have a bathing suit with me.'
'Not to worry we can accommodate you.'
What that exactly meant caused Kerry no small concern as she followed
the Korean into the suite. Her concern was amplified by a brief
flutter of Mr Yu's light silk robe as he turned to lead her to the
jacuzzi. She hoped it was his leg that she caught a glimpse of.
It had to be his leg. No one has a willy that big she kept telling
herself as she followed Yu into the splendour of the suite.
'Wow!' Immediately that she had uttered the superfluous superlative,
Kerry felt slightly stupid. In her defence, even the most experienced
of commentators or jaded of travelers would have been at a loss
for words when confronted with the sight of the Regency penthouse
suite.
The room was mostly dark except for the ambient lights of the Valley
and a few well placed candles. Some tragic Italian opera reverberated
around the room. Floor to ceiling windows over twenty feet tall
arched almost a full three hundred and sixty degrees around the
suite revealing a twinkling wonderland of lights that was the high
tech playground of Silicon Valley. Far in the distance lay San Francisco,
with all of its diversity and perversity, shimmering like a far
off jewel. Kerry, like a small child peering hopefully in a toy
store window at Christmas time, walked to the center window and
pressed her hands and face to the glass. Mesmerised, she stared
at everything, not really seeing anything but a blur of sensory
overload.
It was a loud splash heard somewhere between a lull in the sopranos
agonizing and the rising of the heart stretching strings of the
orchestra that disturbed Kerry's silent musings. Quickly she turned
around to see that center stage of the room was occupied by a huge
circular sunken jacuzzi barely illuminated by hanging candelabras.
The impression was one of Roman decadence. From her vantage point
at the windows she could barely make out three smiling faces staring
at her.
'It is rather breath taking isn't it?' The voice was Janet's.
'I've lived here all my life I never really realised how beautiful...'
'Yes it is isn't it.' This time it was Phuc Yu.
'Come on in Kerry the water's fine.' Hazel was ebullient.
Kerry advanced on the jacuzzi sipping her champagne as she went.
Her cowboy boots clicked sensually on the marble floor.
'Where shall I get changed?' Kerry felt bold about her presence
in the room and the prospect of entering the jacuzzi. Somewhere
in the back of her mind she wondered where the other guests were,
but the sights and sounds surrounding her made all concerns pale
in comparison.
'My dear we have no bathing suits. We are naked under the water,
but have no fear in the cloak of darkness your modesty will be protected.'
'Oh I'm not worried...'
Kerry couldn't believe her mouth. She didn't really want to take
off her clothes in front of Phuc Yu, let alone Hazel and her wandering
hands and her friend Janet, but her inhibitions seemed so childish,
so meaningless in these surroundings. A part of her brain kept yelling
that Bob was no where near to protect her, so be careful. Bob Bob
oh yes she was supposed to see him this evening, but all thoughts
of her commitment to him seemed to fall away with her panties as
they dropped to the cool marble floor like a falling leaf commemorating
the end of summer. Without further ceremony she stepped naked into
the hot bubbling water.
'Indeed, quite beautiful.' Yu was deliberately ambiguous.
'Yes the view is overwhelming.' Kerry sat opposite Yu and adjacent
to Janet and Hazel. She shrank down into the water to cover her
breasts from anyone's gaze. Kerry couldn't help but notice that
Hazel's tits floated on the surface and were bounced around by the
hot water jets. The sight of the milky white globes dancing like
some drunken deep sea creatures was repulsively hypnotic to Kerry.
It was Janet who thankfully broke the spell.
'More champagne, Kerry?'
'Oh certainly.' Janet was standing intimately close to Kerry as
she poured the champagne. Their legs brushed. Kerry pretended not
to notice the feeling of flesh on flesh, skin on skin.
Phuc Yu began to pontificate.
'Kerry my dear, I must propose a toast. A toast to Silicon Valley
and its beauty. The beauty of the money to be made here, and the
beauty of its women.'
The clink of champagne glasses could hardly be heard over the bubbling
water and the opera.
'Mr Yu is too modest to brag, Kerry, but as of today he owns a vast
portion of those lights. Although not yet public knowledge, Mr Yu
has purchased Integrated Machines, Levity Software, All Purpose
Electronics and Floppy Devices with options on four other companies.
I think we should toast the new King of Silicon Valley Phuc Yu.'
Janet and Hazel stood up to toast the Korean entrepreneur so without
thinking Kerry followed suit. What a sight greeted the Oriental.
Three women of varying degrees of beauty, completely naked, standing
before him holding champagne glasses erect in his honour. This is
what I work so hard for he told himself. Before him he could see
the boyish small tits of his European assistant, the mammoth juggs
(no other word would come to mind) of the plentiful American waitress
and the pertness of the young Berkeley student's full breasts. And
tantilisingly revealed by the varying level of the bubbling water
he could see the silhouette's of their pubic mounds and their furry
bushes outlined by the lights of his Valley and the flickering of
the candles overhead.
Deep down below the water his huge cock stirred at the sight of
these three eminently fuckable women toasting his achievements.
As he stood to clink glasses with them his hardness broke forth
from the water like some huge torpedo homing in on a defenceless
ship. Kerry gasped at the sight of the monster not realising that
she had taken the behemoth once inside her. The champagne dulled
her sense of shock and heightened her curiosity. It was the largest
cock she had ever seen. She began to wonder...
Little did she know that she already knew the answer.
And for his part, Phuc Yu had no idea that it was the delectable
young student that he now desired so that he had pinioned behind
the Pump's dumpster just a few days ago. He had slept heavily that
night waking late of the afternoon the previous evening somewhat
of a mystery. Even a cold and clammy used condom in his pocket didn't
jog his alcohol and sex bashed memory into remembering the intimate
details of the night before. And his Oriental reserve prevented
him from asking the crude Mr Wize for the full story that the 'Ugly
American' would no doubt readily convey, replete with grins, winks
and nudges.
He had put the Sunday's escapades completely out of his mind and
successfully closed the deals. And this now these three women were
his reward. It was time, Yu reasoned, for the special part of his
celebration to begin. By now it should be ready.
'Please sit down my lovelies. I have something special for you.
Make yourself comfortable amongst the bubbles. Let the hot water
ooze over you.'
Down amongst the hot water, her body once more hidden by the bubbling
foam, Kerry glanced at Hazel who looked at Janet who looked at both
of them with an air of expectancy. Mr Yu reached behind the taps
of the jacuzzi to a small cabinet and retrieved an urn from which
a pale smoke gradually escaped.
'I have for you a special gift from the Far East. It is very expensive
and available to only the most privileged. In my hour of triumph
here, I wish to share it with you. Please accept this delicacy with
my compliments.'
From the urn he retrieved four long stemmed pipes and handed them
to the three ladies, retaining one for himself.
'Please be careful not to get the pipe wet. We do not want the burning
embers to be dampened. At your convenience please suck deeply on
the pipe. Hold in the vapors. Let them permeate your very being.
As the warmth flows through you, breath out. The pipe will last
about thirty minutes, by which time we shall all be in a sensual
heaven.'
Janet began inhaling right away. Hazel looked at Kerry, shrugged
her shoulders and did likewise. Kerry looked up from the pipe to
see Phuc staring at her as he consumed the pipe's contents. For
a series of moments he did not break contact with her until he began
to exhale. As he did so he closed his eyes and spoke as if residing
in a far off place.
'You have nothing to fear my dear. Neither the pipe nor its contents
will harm you. You will find a true peace an ecstasy that you can
never know through any other means. Please join me there.'
'What is it?'
'It is an extremely rare form of opium. It is quite mild and certainly
not addictive at this dosage. It is farmed only in a remote area
of Thailand known to my
family and controlled by a small religious sect to which we belong.
It's used on rare occasions to commemorate events of great importance.
As I said before do not worry it is not addictive in small quantities,
but I do warn you that you will experience pleasures that even your
most personal of moments must pale in comparison to.'
Yu's warning served to excite and entice Kerry. She glanced around
the jacuzzi. Both Janet and Hazel looked completely out of it. They
had their arms around each other gently stroking each other's skin
and hair as the pipe's smoke permeated their brains. Their eyes
were closed, yet they appeared to be looking at each other with
a deeper vision.
Opium - the word bounced around Kerry's mind and rolled around her
mouth, drooling out of her lips, forming an ideal receptacle for
the pipe she held in her hand. Apprehensively, Kerry touched the
pipe to her lips but did not inhale. The vapours rose through the
pipe without her assistance, titillating her throat. In reaction
she breathed deep taking in a gulp of acrid smoke. It was not distasteful,
but it was not truly pleasurable. Kerry had never been much of a
dope smoker only twice during high school parties had she ever joined
in. It had done nothing for her then, but this was not like that.
The smoke stayed with her bringing a peace that only the dead should
have the pleasure of knowing. Time stood still. She never even remembered
taking another drag of the pipe. Instead of inhaling air she felt
as if she was breathing constantly the smoke as if the air in the
room had been replaced by the penetrating vapours.
The bubbles in the jacuzzi seemed to engulf her, encapsulating parts
of her body, floating her above the jacuzzi and around the room.
Her eyes perceived movement, like shadows in a darkened room that
disappeared once looked at carefully. Her senses deceived her. She
could not tell reality from the cotton wool that seemed to surround
her swimming brain.
She was sure that she stepped out of the jacuzzi at Yu's invitation,
taking his outstretched hand, but she could not swear to it. She
was sure that Janet and Hazel swamped her in extremely soft towels
drying her sodden skin, but she could have been mistaken. She was
sure that she enjoyed the feeling of their muffled hands rubbing
dry her pert breasts, and she was sure she even parted her legs
ever so slightly so that Janet could stroke her pussy to dry it
from the waters of the jacuzzi just so her cunt could get wet again
this time from her own juices. But it could have been wishful thinking.
But it wasn't. The opium smoke the champagne the earlier cocktails
and wine all mixed together in the bubbling cauldron of the jacuzzi,
warmed by the lights of the Valley and stirred with four sexually
charged bodies to create a potion guaranteed to conjure up a orgy
of lustful excess.
After a festival of drying each other with large, soft and warm
towels, Yu led the three women to a huge semi circular bed that
looked out over the sprawling lights below. With his outstretched
hand he invited the women to lie down on the bed. Janet guided Kerry
into the middle of the bed and motioned for Hazel to take up a position
flanking Kerry. Surrounded by female flesh that had already begun
to explore the intimate details of her own throbbing sex, Kerry
felt completely submissive, as if she was watching this orgy unfold
from a distance. The swirling tones of the opera added to the illusion
telling her hazy brain that this wasn't reality.
In unison both Hazel and Janet each took one of Kerry's breasts
and began to lick the nipples with soft languorous strokes. It was
as if Janet and Hazel divided Kerry's body down the middle like
some gourmet delicacy and feasted on their respective portions.
Hazel's and Janet's hands met on Kerry's pussy providing the placid
girl with ten rhythmically massaging fingers. Together, their fingers
would pressure and squeeze Kerry's clit while occasionally a lone
finger would slide softly inside her quim, teasing and coaxing her
juices deep from within.
To Kerry this felt like an extremely randy and nasty dream. It was
as if she was floating above the Valley on a passing cloud, being
fucked by naughty angels who just happened to be Janet and Hazel.
At the very edge of the cloud, right above what she thought was
the Pumping Station, floated a huge and angry dick belonging to
the leering Mr Yu. Phuc stroked his cock in eager anticipation.
As if speaking in slow motion, like a tape recorder with failing
batteries, Phuc Yu moved his lips and Kerry thought she heard him
ask, 'Is she ready for my tool?'
Janet took her finger from Kerry's quivering pussy and licked the
full length of her cunt juice coated finger. ' Hmmmm she is ripe
for the fucking.' Janet and Hazel reached out and took the club
like cock of Mr Yu and guided it to Kerry's opening. For the second
time in a just a few days, the massive cockhead forced its way into
Kerry's tight cunt. This time, Kerry did not struggle but gladly
accepted the dick within her, sliding her body down its mammoth
length and gently squirming as her juices melted around the dick's
throbbing shaft. Yu rocked backwards and forwards while Hazel and
Janet squeezed each one of his pendulous hanging balls, actually
providing the thrusts that fucked Kerry into obliviousness.
Something inside Kerry told her not to be completely submissive.
Kerry's mouth sought Yu's lips but he resisted, preferring to see
the three women kiss each other beneath him as he fucked the young
cocktail waitress. Still, Hazel and Janet continued to fondle Kerry's
breasts, pinching the tight little nipples into points for Yu to
bite and snap at. In Kerry's mouth she could feel her own tongue
being massaged by the enfolding tongues of Janet and Hazel. Lips
encircled lips in an orgy of kissing, as Yu's gigantic cock threatened
to burst through Kerry's ecstasy racked body and join the entwined
tongues to be sucked as well as fucked.
As Yu's massive cock cycled through its pendulous journey in and
out of Kerry's come drenched opening, her body was forced to and
fro on the silky sheets of the huge bed. Janet and Hazel, surrounding
the younger woman with their bodies, gripped Kerry's hips with their
pubic mounds. As Yu fucked Kerry and she slid around, her hips rubbed
the other women's cunts as she became an extension of Yu's gigantic
dick. The effect he was having on the three women did not escape
his all seeing eyes. The high it gave him to feel the power of fucking
three women at once actually to be fucking them using one as a giant
dildo attached to his already massive dong was a feeling of power
even better than the charge he got from closing a deal.
In Yu's mind the two business and sex were almost identical. As
he fucked Kerry, Janet and Hazel he glanced over his shoulder to
see what he regarded as his domain, and he smiled a wicked grin.
He had fucked the American companies with his ruthless competition,
and now he fucked their women. Just as he had done some years ago
in Europe in which Janet had become his personal assistant in charge
of European operations, he wondered at what the future offered for
the young engineering student in which his dick was readying to
unleash its load of come. As he came Yu was thinking of all these
things. Of the tight cunt in which he was squirting and his desire
to possess the body and brain of its owner, just as he had taken
control of the Valley's major companies.
Such complicated power trips were far from the minds of the women
surrounding Yu's cock. As he arched his back in orgasm, Janet reached
around and stroked the back of his balls with her finger, just below
his anus. Yu emitted a small moan in perfect key with the rising
opera music that was the orgy's unwitting soundtrack.
The throws of Yu's orgasm provided the catalyst that initiated Kerry's
release. It began not in her pussy but in her breasts under the
ministrations of Janet and Hazel's lips. Her nipples felt as if
they were melting under the heat of the other women's breath. As
the hot saliva of the two tit suckers dripped down Kerry's boobs,
she began to come. She was convinced her tits were showering out
come like ornamental fountains into the faces of Janet and Hazel.
As Janet stroked Yu's balls, Hazel slipped her hand between Kerry's
pussy and Yu's thrusting pelvis. Adding her own pressure to that
of Yu's body, Hazel inserted the final critical energy into Kerry's
near boiling cunt. In waves of rolling intensity Kerry was shocked
by a feeling of total and unequivocal release. It was as if she
had popped like a balloon with all of her juices flowing out of
every exploded opening.
Kerry's come induced writhings sympathetically ignited first Hazel
and then Janet. Kerry could feel their cunts oozing over her hips
as they too joined in the communal climax. Together they bit hard
on her tits as they released their pent up tensions over Kerry's
hips. In wanton lust, Hazel had begun to hump Kerry's hip, slowly
at first and then violently, threatening to destroy the intimate
coupling of the four bodies with her thrashing motions. Gasping
for breath, lying on her side, Hazel's large tits slumped onto Kerry's
and covered the smaller woman's body. The sight of such large breasts
moving beneath him gave Yu further desires. He had barely finished
coming inside Kerry as he withdrew his dick and began to direct
the next phase of his celebratory fuck.
Yu gave the women little time to rest. In their drugged state they
really didn't need much of anything other than direction. To the
come drenched Kerry, Janet and Hazel life seemed to be moving at
half speed. The opera music slurred about the room their words stumbled
into incoherence and their bodies felt like no effort was required
to do anything. They were willing puppets of Yu's imagination and
desires. He, being that much more used to the effects of the mild
opium smoke, was definitely in control. There was no resistance
or reluctance what so ever from the women as Yu motioned for Hazel
to take Kerry's position in the middle, and for Kerry to take Hazel's
place.
Phuc Yu was already hard from looking at the awaiting sight of Hazel's
huge tits falling to the side of her chest. Now there were a pair
of tits worthy of his dick. On none of his travels, and certainly
not in his homeland of Korea had he ever had a really delicious
tit fuck. Women had tried. He had tried. He'd even come a few times
on several womens' tits, but it had never been as good as he'd imagined.
Then he'd seen Hazel's breasts he'd stared at them thinking how
good it would be to wrap them around his meat and jack off into
her face. And now he had the opportunity to do just that.
From the bedside table he retrieved a bottle of hand cream courtesy
of the Regency Hotel. The women paid him little attention satisfied
enough to lazily touch each other's bodies in a slow dance of sexual
patience. As Janet and Kerry made random finger motions on Hazel's
boobs, Yu emptied the hand cream onto the tits. Quickly Kerry and
Janet coated the expansive flesh with the slippery liquid. As if
mounting one of his polo ponies, Yu leapt onto Hazel and straddled
her waist with his legs. His throbbing boner slapped right between
Hazel's tits and was caught between the globes as Kerry and Janet
entrapped it between each tit by pushing the boob over and around
Yu's dick, forming a cunt like tunnel for him to fuck.
Yu let out his trademark moan. 'Hmmmm mmmmm mmmmmm...'
Somewhere deep in Kerry's opium laced brain that sound registered
as having been heard before somewhere but there were more pressing
matters to attend to. The brain said 'later.' Kerry complied with
her brain's request and concentrated on forcing Hazel's pliant flesh
around Yu's hardness. Hazel's tit was doing it's best to escape
from Kerry's grasp, so she found it best to use two hands to insure
that the full length of Yu's cock was immersed in the soft warm
tightness of milky white tit flesh. Janet was doing the same, having
the time of her life squeezing the adorably huge tit of Hazel's
around her darling Mr Yu's dick. This fucking was a cornucopia of
minor sensations cascading into a massive overdose of sexual feelings.
Every so often Janet's hand would graze Hazel's hardened nipple
as she brushed touch with the delectable Kerry. Beneath the oozing
breasts Janet and Kerry could feel the hard ridges of Yu's cock
sliding back and forth, and Hazel's hips somewhat larger than Kerry's,
bumped into their pubic mounds after each thrust of Yu's dick with
a firm and exciting slap.
Hazel could see the purple swollen head of Yu's dick forcing its
way with each stroke through the compress of her tits. As it burst
through the supple barrier of Hazel's tits, the dick's skin was
pulled back causing its slit to open and slimy liquid to ooze out
and trickle down to join the lubricating mess of sweat and hand
cream. If Yu thrust as hard as he could Hazel was able to flick
the sensitive purple head with her fat tongue driving Phuc Yu into
convulsions. On a few thrusts Hazel was able to get her lips attached
to Yu's dick head sucking on him like a vampire desperate for blood.
To Phuc it was like being fucked and sucked at the same time.
This was everything that Yu imagined fucking the big tits of the
American cocktail waitress would be. He decided very early on into
this tit fucking session that it was better than fucking cunts,
for these tits were bigger than any cunt could ever be and just
as tight as the tightest pussy he'd ever had. Under the urgent control
of his helpmates Janet and Kerry, Hazel's tits gripped his full
length like no cunt ever could. And it wasn't only his cock that
was getting the full treatment. Under the pressure of his weight,
Yu's balls were being squeezed against Hazel's stomach and subsequently
between her tits, giving the bucking Korean the sensation that his
gonads were being held in the tightest of grips. As he stroked his
cock in and out of Hazel's tit trench, his balls slid up and down
her rib cage to smear cream all over her stomach. His soggy pubic
hairs left slimy little trails all over her belly that gradually
worked their way down to Hazel's dark furry bush to mingle with
her own rapidly approaching wetness.
Hazel was approaching oblivion. She moaned from deep within as if
she was experiencing an extremely lewd dream, 'I want a good tit
fucking. Feed my tits with your come, Phuc Yu. Grease me up like
a stuck pig with that big dick of yours. Squirt on my titties please.
I've never been tit fucked like this before. Such a big, big dick...
'
Such filthy talk was too much for Yu to take given the sensations
he was feeling. Half wishing it wouldn't happen just yet, and the
rest of him screaming for release, he felt an eruption of come beginning
to travel upward from the throbbing base of his cock. He stopped
thrusting and forced Janet and Kerry to completely encapsulate his
dick with Hazel's tits. To bring him off he motioned for the two
women to squeeze his dick through Hazel's tits. He didn't last long
as he came into the tight breast cavern, squirting copious amounts
of semen into every nook and cranny. The pressure was too much to
bear come squirted between Kerry's and Janet's hand's and all over
the room, splattering even on the floor to ceiling windows.
To Yu if felt as if his dick had exploded, such was the force with
his his orgasm had burst the fleshy seals of Hazel's tits. He collapsed
off of her and on to the floor, writhing in exquisite agony. Janet
and Kerry paid him little attention, content to feed each other
with sticky little drops of his come that had stuck to their fingers.
Hazel was sound asleep snoring ever so slightly. Looking into each
other's eyes, Janet and Kerry continued to feed each other Yu's
juices off of the slumbering Hazel's tits. It was an extremely decadent
thing to do but it fit right in with the mood of the night. At that
moment, under those circumstances, it was, in both their minds,
the perfect thing to do.
As Hazel slept, Kerry and Janet fed on her tits like ravenous savages
until every last drop of Yu's come had been eaten. They finished
their feeding nose to nose, eye to eye, with their lips fastened
on one of Hazel's nipples. They paused staring at each other's wild
eyed gaze. Finally, Janet broke the silence of their heavy breathing.
'I want to fuck you.'
She spoke the words in her very proper English accent. No one could
have refused her. Kerry didn't want to. Having sex with this petite
and prim young Englishwoman seemed the wickedly erotic thing to
do. With her boyish good looks and long blonde pony tail she carried
an androgynous air about her that intrigued Kerry so. The opera
was reaching a climax far above the hills the first rays of the
morning's sun were peeking like a crazed voyeur into the room she
wanted to feel this woman's mouth on her cunt, and she wanted to
do likewise to her. It amazed her that before this night she had
never done such a thing and now it seemed so natural. Perhaps Hazel
had been right that first night at the Pumping Station...'
'And I want to fuck you.'
'Please, be my guest.'
Janet climbed over Hazel's slumbering form and pivoted completely
around so that her head was facing the foot of the bed and Kerry's
feet. She gripped Kerry's ankles and buried her face deep into the
American girl's sodden bush. It tasted salty with sweat and spunk.
Janet thrust her bottom into Kerry's face. Her odour was intense
as Kerry stuck her tongue forward for Janet to fuck madly. Kerry
reached around and held Janet tightly around the waist, pressing
each of their bodies together. They rolled around bumping into Hazel,
but not waking her. Their bodies became as one a blur of sex consuming
sex with an intensity of passion rarely found. Neither woman remembered
distinctly coming at any particular moment so much as always feeling
like they were melting over each other's faces.
They dared not separate from each other lest the sensation stop.
Long after they had finished actively tonguing each other they still
remained locked in the classic position, sleeping soundly, their
bodies racked from too much pleasure. Kerry was briefly disturbed
at least she thought she was she might have been dreaming by the
bed creaking under the weight of Phuc Yu pounding his dick into
the sleeping Hazel's cunt. Kerry smiled and began to drift off back
into a deep slumber scented by the imminent aroma of Janet's still
dripping cunt. Before she was completely asleep her eyes focused
on Phuc Yu's hands gripping the sleeping Hazel's shoulders to steady
himself as he pounded away.
There was something very familiar about those pudgy fingers and
those rings. Where had she seen those rings before? It was recently
she was sure...
Her brain was tired of all this effort. It had exhausted itself
this evening with too many new sensations. It didn't need a puzzle
right now.
'Later,' said her slumbering consciousness. ' Much later.'
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