Chapter 4

We drove over in Marlis' car. She was a serious sort of girl with dark hair and big eyes. I liked her instantly. She was as high as Sandy and I. She said very littie, but carefully shepherded her MG through the streets towards Sandy's.

It must have been early morning because the streets were full of that lonely feeling they have when everyone has gone to bed. The street lights take on a shiny loneliness standing in pools of their own light.

"I hope your back is all right," Sandy said.

"If it is now, it won't be by morning." I laughed, still feeling very woozy. The fact was, however, that it seemed not to hurt at all. I wondered if the dope had finally killed the pain.

We three rode silently in the elevator up to Sandy's apartment

Sandy had hardly closed the door behind us when she started taking off her clothes. I stopped her and then proceeded to do it myself. I like to undress women, slowly feeling them as I slip first one thing and then another off. When I had Sandy undressed, I pulled her to me from behind and rubbed my hands up and down her body, massaging her breasts and letting my fingers slip down between her legs until the tips dipped into the already hot slit hidden among the blonde curls.

Mar stood watching, quietly, then said, "I should have brought my camera."

That took me aback. "You a photographer?"

"Didn't you see the photos on the wall at my place?"

I remembered the huge blowups I had noticed. Then I turned my attention back to Sandy. She was starting to moan before I pushed her away and started undressing Marlis. Mar was less pliable. She stood rather fixedly as I undid her blouse and slid her skirt off.

Sandy began undressing me as I took Marlis' clothes off, trying not to interfere with my work on her friend. By the time Marlis was naked, so was I. When I pulled her to me, my cock slid up her belly. I forced a kiss until she began to warm a little. Sandy put her arm around me from behind and began kissing my shoulders and back. My hands moved over Marlis' fine, smooth skin until I had the cheeks of her ass, one in each hand.

Sandy's hand pushed between our bellies, her other hand slipped between my legs. If she were a wrestler, I would have thought she was going to throw me up over her shoulder. Instead, she tickled my balls with one hand and tugged at my cockhead with the other.

At the same time I reached up between Marlis's legs from behind and began fingerfucking her with my middle finger. She warmed up quite rapidly after that.

A moment later I was leaning against the wall with my legs slightly out in front of me with my knees bent. The girls were straddling my knees, rubbing their pussies up my thighs, and from the knee up, rubbing my prick between their legs. My legs were wet with come and they moaned as they slipped up and down.

Then one of them, I did not notice which one, went down on her knees and, dragging my cock up over my leg, stuck as much as she could of it in her mouth.

The mouth on my cock and the slippery open cunt sliding up and down my thigh...I began to groan, too.

It was Hershey's chocolate syrup they poured down my belly. They rubbed it on into my crotch and over my cock and balls; then they covered my thighs with it until I was a chocolate mass from the navel to the knee.

They used me then to apply it to themselves, rubbing their cunts over me until they, too, were a sticky chocolate mess.

It was in this position that my cock first slipped into one of their cunts, carrying its chocolate massage into her deepest pit. My cock was instantly covered with a new application and then the other one slipped down on my sticky dark pole, moving up and down to insure that her in-sides would be thick with the chocolate syrup.

When we were all satisfied that each was well covered with the syrup we began a rotation, lying on the Norwegian rug. First, Sandy lay down on her back. I straddled her head with my legs and began ticking the chocolate out of her cunt hair. The taste was sticky sweet at first, but as I worked down into the spreading wet flesh, it began to take on the taste of lust as well. The result was a feast for the nostrils and the tongue.

Sandy concentrated on my ball bag, though she would occasionally slip her mouth around my hard nozzle to catch a drop of moisture which had appeared.

When Marlis took my place and buried her face between Sandy's legs, I moved behind her and complicated Sandy's job by introducing my chocolate cock deep into her friend's cunt. She avidly buried her face in the action and lapped hungrily at the sweet chocolate juices that I pulled out with each thrust, lapping at cock and cunt at the same time.

It was at this point that I ejaculated quietly and painlessly. Sandy, realizing this, grabbed my cock out of her friend and devoured the sweetened chocolate juices into her own sucking mouth. The entire thing had a surreal quality about it, what with the chocolate syrup and all.

When we stopped again, Sandy had a rich mixture of chocolate and sperm over her face. I watched while Marlis licked her face clean, then saying she wanted more, took my cock in her mouth and sucked as you would suck a straw stuck in a soda until at last she was satisfied that I was dry, at least for the moment

"Come on, girls," I grinned at Marlis, who was hanging on my cock like a calf on a dry tit. She laughed out loud suddenly and then we all did.

"Oh, my God!" Sandy said, regaining herself. "Who the hell brought the chocolate syrup?" We all broke up again 'til I thought my guts would tie themselves up in knots. At last, exhausted with laughing, we all lay back against the sofa and were quiet for a long moment

Then Mar said, "You never said your name?"

"Paul."

"Paul?" Mar said. "I would have thought you were a Dean or a John." I laughed at that

"I was telling Mar what a good fuck you were, Paul," Sandy used my name rather deliberately. She said it without looking at me.

"Thanks," I had trouble suppressing a smile.

"I mean . . . " She looked up at Marlis, almost shrugging her shoulders.

I got the drift of the situation, but I didn't interfere. I looked up at Mar, too, wanting to see if she could find the words her friend lacked.

She just looked down and began rubbing some chocolate off her foot I looked back at Sandy, trying to look as blank as I could.

"Well...." She looked at the window then back at me. "I mean.. . you came...."

". . . Already," I finished for her. I was laughing inside, but I kept my face sober.

She nodded. "Yeah." By this time Mar was beet red and very rigidly studying the wall on the other side of the room, still holding her toes between her fingers as though she had forgotten them.

"Last time," Sandy was gaining confidence by now. "Last time you went on, I mean, longer than I did."

"I tell you what." I looked from one to the other. "If you girls will get it up for me, I promise m keep it up until you're both so sore you beg me to lay off." I let myself laugh out loud at them.

"How?"

"How?"

"There are two of you, why don't you figure something out?" Marlis and Sandy looked at each other and got up on their knees, one on either side of where I leaned on the sofa. Without saying a word, each of them reached for the leg nearest them and pulled them apart, so that my knees were opened outward. Both girls looked me in the face.

I did the best I could to keep the excitement that was welling up inside me from erecting my prick. Obviously, it would be more interesting the longer I kept it soft.

The long-nailed hands crept up my thighs toward the tender inner flesh, but neither of them, as though by some prearrangement or decision, touched my cock. Somehow it was this that I was not prepared for. Had they reached directly for me, I would have better held off; as I was, I felt myself loosing the battle almost before it started.

Sandy squealed as she saw the beginnings of success. Somehow it was enough. I controlled myself, my cock dropped back down between my legs.

"Ohhh, that's not fair," Mar said dejectedly. "Sorry, girls," I laughed.

"Here . . . " Sandy said, reaching out and pulling the foreskin off my cock and rubbing it. Marlis' head dropped instantly and her mouth opened around my cockhead.

"Paul, look."

Sandy drew my attention to what her friend was doing, or wasn't doing. Her mouth was open around my cockhead, she moved it up and down just like a good blow job, but she never closed her mouth, nothing made contact Both of them laughed.

"Pull him down on the floor," Sandy ordered.

When they had me down on my back, Sandy picked up my knees, and with Mar's help, pushed me up on my back in much the same position that I had taken her in the first time we had met with my ass in the air and my legs pointed up past my head.

Mar stood over me, holding me in this position. I looked up into her sweet little pussy, that alone almost lost me the race.

Sandy, on her knees, put her head between my legs and began licking my balls from the bottom. It was during this process that I began to realize some things about Sandy, the way her tongue crept further and further down the crack of my ass. I was aware somehow that this was the first time she had ever done this particular trick and yet she did it slowly and calmly, determinedly. Mar's body over me was suddenly frozen as she too realized what Sandy was about to do.

Then it happened, Sandy's tongue drove quickly between the tight muscles of my ass. I felt its tip for a moment inside me, the feeling was strange and new to me. Then she withdrew her head, grinning at her strange accomplishment.

She looked up at Marlis. Quietly and persuasively, she said, "You do it."

No was all I could think. Marlis would not do it

But hesitantly, Marlis moved round and knelt down between my legs while Sandy took her place.

Mar's mouth fell upon my balls and then moved quickly, as though she was less sure than Sandy had been; quickly and firmly she drove her face down into the crack of my ass. I felt her tongue frantically searching for the hole and then; suddenly finding it, she pushed in, hard and so far it hurt. As quickly as it started, it was over. She stood up, her face was white!

I very much wished that Sandy had not made her do it.

Sandy dropped my legs and gathered her friend into her arms, kissing her on the lips and holding her hard.

I was a little dazed and suddenly very sleepy. As the girls pulled away from me in their own embrace, I drifted off to sleep.

A moment later I was awakened by the thrashing of bodies beside me. I pulled myself up and watched.