Chapter 4
The next morning started out crazy, continued crazy. From practically the first moment that Cheri entered the door of the office the phone started to ring. Putting the paperwork she needed to do aside as a secondary concern, Cheri handled phone calls until eleven, when Michael showed up.
He came bustling through the elevator door, carrying a couple of packages.
"Can you get free?" Michael said, obviously in a rush, himself.
Cheri needed the solace of a nice little fuck to get her morning started properly. "Yes, I can. I'll meet you downstairs in five minutes."
Michael winked, and then all there was for Cheri was the vision of his muscular, masculine little ass in those shorts hurrying back to the elevator.
Carmine arrived a few minutes later to take over for Cheri, and then she was off, heading for the freight elevator in a rush, eager for the harbor of Michael's muscular body.
She gave Angelo her usual dazzling smile and a wave as she hurried by him, and Angelo muttered to himself, "Now there's a broad that is eager to fuck...."
Michael looked up from trying to figure out an illegible address on a package, and then he dropped the package to the floor.
"You can't imagine how much I need this, babe," Michael said, looking at Cheri, and before she even had a chance to spread the blanket out on the floor, to take her position on the floor, Michael was all over her.
Shit, she was hungry for it too and didn't object as Michael went right to work hiking up her skirt. She might have preferred a little more foreplay, but anything was better than nothing as he dragged her panties over her full, pale ass and then hurriedly unbuckled his own shorts and pulled them down to his knees. What, he was reading nudie mags before he showed up? Michael was ready to go! Suddenly his mouth was kissing, licking her neck, and she swung around, leaning forward, and gripped the back of the van's seat for something to steady herself with. She pivoted around on the floor and then she felt Michael's big, hard rod as he dragged it up and down the warm cleft of her ass. He spit into his hand and then she felt his fingers as they worked the cool spit into her ass, wetting the exterior of her ass-hole, plunging a little ways in with a single finger to lubricate the channel of her ass.
"In the...." Cheri began to say, but was silenced as Michael, unheeding, brought the snout-end of his pecker up to her ass-hole. With his fingers he tried to spread her anus while the hard end of his prick butted at the door to her ass-hole. Cheri whimpered with each plunge of Michael's big pecker, as it battered without effect at her ass-hole, and then with a single burrowing plunge Cheri gasped and jolted and felt the thick tube of Michael's bone sink in. It was tight, oh fuck, was it motherfuckin' tight!
"You like ... You ... Oh, oh fuck!" Michael's words drifted off into incoherent moans as he clasped Cheri's ass tightly in his fingers and started to plunge his prick in and out of her ass. Damn, it was so tight, frictioning at the walls of her ass-hole, that it felt like it was burning up from the heat as it worked in and out of her hole! For further inspiration Michael reached forward and scrabbled with the buttons on Cheri's dress. She helped him by undoing them, and then one of his hands was plunged underneath her bra, fondling one of her big tits as it hung pendulously down, as his other hand held on to her ass for dear life.
He started off fast and he kept up fast and furious. Cheri was pretty much just along for the ride as Michael pistoned his ass hard and fast, ramming his bone in and out of her ass-hole, his fingers grappling into, distorting the shape of her nipple with his pinching and pulling and fingering.
She loved to be fucked up the ass! It wasn't what she wanted for the main course every day, but today, for what Cheri termed her a.m. fuck, this was perfect. Michael just kept on banging, banging hard, jerking her whole body, jogging her big, soft tits with every one of his hard strokes until finally Cheri screamed it out:
"No! No!" And she meant it. She felt his rod, burning into her ass-hole channel, seeming to expand as it carried its cargo of steaming sperm through it. She felt Michael go all shuddery as he arched and plunged those last few frenzied strokes, and then she felt that splash of cum wetting, steaming into the depths of her ass. He clung onto her for a while longer, whimpering, his fingers still clutching at, working her tit hanging out of her bra, still stroking his rapidly deteriorating cock in and out of her ass.
It was over, Cheri thought to herself, fucking over!
Michael must have sensed that something was lacking, because he did something he had never done before. When he had slid forth his prick from Cheri's ass, without even pulling up his pants he went down on his knees. Spreading her lush ass-cheeks with his fingers Michael pressed his face hard into Cheri's ass and began to eat. He swirled his tongue around the edge of Cheri's pinkly puckered ass-hole, while Cheri perked up, recovering from the sudden loss, and then cooed and clenched her ass with the overwhelming sensation that Michael had begun. Shit, maybe there was hope for the sonofabitch, yet, and his wham-bam-thank you ma'am style! He thrust tongue in, sucking, nibbling, chewing until Cheri was lightheaded from the sensation, her legs and thighs trembling. She worked her own nipple with her fingertips, sweating as she clenched her ass and tried to coax out the orgasm that she knew she was approaching.
And then it was over yet again.
Michael stood up and looked at her. His prick looked pretty pathetic, hanging there reddened and flaccid between his legs. He hitched up his pants, and then in his best strong, silent approach, he turned around and exited the van.
Cheri held back a sob that tried to wrench its way from her throat. She felt so useless kneeling there, holding onto the back of the van seat for support, her panties a pink scramble down around her ankles. And she knew she had to have more! She was desperate to cum! Cheri reached down and slid her fingers shallowly into her cunt lips, working her index finger into her crotch like a little plow while her thumb molded the rubbery outer lips, grazing her little clit with each passage. She worked her fingers hard, knuckling her pubic bone and her clit, frictioning hard and wishing it was Michael doing it. It didn't take long until her whole body was trembling again, and then she gasped, sucking in breaths as the fiery fingers of her orgasms wrenched, wrung out her body of its longing ... most of its longing, that is.
Cheri distractedly offered Angelo a kiss and that seemed to satisfy him, but he must have noticed something was strange about her.
"Anything wrong? Did that guy do something ... If he did, why, I'll break every bone in his...."
Angelo was sweet for asking, and obviously quite willing to defend her questionable virtue, if the need arose. "No, no, Angelo. There's nothing wrong, at all." She didn't mention it to Angelo, but it wasn't something Michael had done, it was actually something Michael never did.
"Look, Angelo," she said, "It's not that big of a fucking deal, it's just that that Michael Blade isn't that great of a lover, and...."
"He's not?" Angelo Bandini said incredulously, hearing what he had wanted to hear for a long time....
"Naw, he stinks, and I don't even know why I bother with him." Cheri tested her words in her mind before she said them. "You're a lot better than he is...." She was just saying it to make Angelo feel better, he definately deserved a lot more than the occasional blowjob that was all she ever had to offer him, but there was something to what she was saying, too. Angelo, after all, was considerate, and that was something you could never accuse Michael of.
"Is there anybody around?" she asked. "I really, really need you to do me this morning, Angelo.
Hearing that, Angelo might have even gone for screwing the little beauty if there had been someone around!
"I don't think there is, Cheri, but what did you have in mind?"
"Behind the desk," Cheri said. "I really do have to have it today, Angelo. I have to have it or I'm going to be horny all fucking day...." And that was definitely no lie....
Damn! And Angelo liked to hear horny women talking that way, too!
Angelo took a glance at the television screens to confirm that there was no one in the vicinity, saw no movement on the little phosphorescent squares, and then he turned back to Cheri and let her make her move. Cheri eased his big bulk down to the concrete floor, and Angelo was only too willing to lay on his back for her. Anytime, baby, anytime....
Cheri knelt down beside him, hoping that she wasn't going to get a run in her stockings, and then she began to massage the bulge, the rapidly growing bulge, in Angelo's work pants.
She watched Angelo's face, branded by the delicious sensation as she worked his cock with her fingers. Then she unzipped his pants and, past his underwear, she led Angelo's prick out into the light and the open air. Angelo had a hell of a pecker on him, whatever else you wanted to say about him! She grasped Angelo's gradually rising bone in her fist and began to frig, working his prick into hardness, anticipating the moment when it would be hard enough for her to ride it for one good, long joyride.
It didn't take a fuck of a long time for it to arrive at that state.
Angelo stared up at Cheri, her body hovering over him as she worked his cock, her eyes hooded, sultry with pleasure and anticipation. It was pretty obvious that she was badly in need of a fuck, even Angelo could see that, and he never claimed to know a fucking thing about broads. He didn't wait for a more formal invitation. His hands crawled all over those up-thrust big mounds of her tits, feeling them up right through the fabric of her dress, and then, disregarding any potential interruption from people passing by, he peeled the top of her dress down and finally got a look at her tits. The sweetest pair of pink nipples Angelo had ever had the pleasure to witness dawned above the top of her dress, each tit capped with a perfect, pink spike. He rubbed her nipples like he was a miser handling gold, feeling them go hard underneath his palms, and then Cheri was moaning:
"Fuck me, babe! Oh, fuck me!"
Angelo Bandine thought he had died and gone to Heaven! Cheri went up on her knees and Angelo lifted her dress up above the red silk-covered mound of her little pussy. He rubbed his fingers over it in wonderment, still not believing what he was touching. Then he took the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her beautiful white legs, pulled them over her knees, exposing the tangled fur of her crotch, the widening glistening of her little red slit. Angelo shoved his finger into her cunt and she writhed, whimpering as he worked it into her. He ran his finger up and down the wetness of her slash as she moaned and cooed, taking extra care to swizzle and to friction her clit with his fingertip. Her thighs were trembling out of control, her ass clenching with the pleasure of it of his big finger working into her cunt, of his other hand taking its fill of her sensitive nipple.
Cheri swung her leg around, and then burrowing down on Angelo's upstanding prick she lowered herself, letting his big prick go cleanly and smoothly right up her twat-channel. She gurgled out something crazy and meaningless, clasping her naked tits in her own hands and fingers, working the nipples as he started sluicing that big boner right up into her grasping cunt.
Angelo rammed that thing hard, gasping himself, feeling so much differently than he did when he was ramming his own wife Louise at home. These young girls, it was amazing! They actually liked to fuck, and to suck, too! Now, Louise, she acted like it was her duty to lay motionless underneath Angelo while he grunted and pumped, except when she could figure out some excuse so she could get duty-leave! Cheri kneaded her own tits in her fingers and Angelo reached up and worked them at the same time, shoving his prick in and out of her, slugging it into her and not even caring about the hard concrete his ass was impacting with on every stroke. She hissed and gasped as he sank and re-sank his poker into her, and then he lifted her higher as his ass and hips went out of control, ramming his slick stick into her dark fur-thatched crotch, each shove into her slot evoking a little yelp from her that; by this time, Angelo didn't even give a fuck if anyone heard! If it meant his fucking job it would be well worth it!
When Angelo came he gasped, hissing between his teeth, and then he practically yodeled, mixing his tortured cries with Cheri's as his moon-colored jism rocketed and splattered up into her crotch, mixing with all that fabulous, fragrant cunt-juice as she bounced up and down on his pole, pounding her pussy onto it to drag out the last of her orgasm, to wring out the last, least sensation of it.
It was almost over before it had begun, but at least now she felt warm, woozy, satisfied, and had the vague feeling that she might make it through the day.
As she walked away from Angelo she looked back for a final sight of his foolish grin, and to see him still standing where she had left him, staring at his hand, still dripping with some of the glistening, lathered cum that had slithered out of her.
Cheri hurried down the hallway, and then found that her screwing hadn't entirely saved her from the other concerns of her life.
Cheri was so distracted, her mind was now a half-pleasant and half-unpleasant whirl of imagery of every loony thing that was going on with her. Of course there was her encounter with Veronica, not to mention her continuing ... well, addiction would be a good word ... to Michael, and, as long as she was on the subject, there was the way in which Betty had reacted when she had happened in on her and Veronica last night, the way that Betty had exploded with emotion, and then, finally, finally, there was the warm glow she was still feeling from her quickie with Angelo ... Cheri was in such a daze that she didn't even notice Al Monte as his path intersected hers going through the lobby of Portland Plaza, and he had to reach out and steady her to keep her from bumping into him.
"You're...." was about the most eloquent greeting that Monte could come up with, surprised as he was to encounter the beautiful secretary that he had just been thinking about. He tried to frame some words in his mind to say to her, but somehow he couldn't find the words, and so just stood there looking, well, rather stupid, if the truth be told.
"Mr. Monte, how are you?" she said, bringing her eyes into focus on the somewhat short figure standing before her. Monte thought she was just too beautiful. She didn't quite look as cool and perfect as the first time he had seen her, there were strands of her hair that were out of place and she looked flushed from ... emotion? exertion? But, by god, she still looked good enough to eat!
"I'm ... just ... just fine," he stumbled. "Ms.?...."
"Pardon me; I didn't even think. Cheri ... Cheri Hall. I guess you have an appointment with Mr. Kuhlman?"
"You know," Monte said, "I guess I do. For a second I was so dazzled there by running into you that I didn't know what to think. I've got a better idea though, a much better idea. Have you had lunch, yet?"
Cheri shook her head.
Monte offered her his arm and she took it.
Cheri had never realized that lunch could be so fucking sensuous.
"Just...." Al Monte said, levering up an oyster on the half shell to his lips, "Just like this....", and then he elevated the shell, angling it to release its contents. Cheri watched the moon-colored shellfish and its splash of gleaming liquor slide out of the shell and into Monte's waiting mouth. Al Monte smiled, almost as if to say, "Just like eating pussy...."
Cheri lifted a shell to her lips, still hesitant about eating something that looked so fucking strange, not to mention still being alive, and then took the contents in. She wallowed the oyster over her tongue for a second, tasting the delicate saltiness and flavor, and then she swallowed. No, she thought, the sensation is not like eating cunt, it's like eating cum! Now, that is different! A lunch of eating cum! She nibbled at a piece of French bread and realized that, perhaps, her mood was changing from the confused dreariness of the morning.
Monte tried to draw her out and get her to talk about herself, to get into Cheri's world. "So, what do you enjoy doing when you're not being the perfect secretary?" He actually saw a little smile emerge from those beautiful scarlet lips. She lifted another oyster to her lips and Al Monte scrutinized her as she let the shellfish slide into that sweet, open mouth. Monte indulged himself in thinking about Cheri perhaps kneeling below him, eager to take him in. He would have his big, veiny tool clasped in his fist, angling the purplish head toward those beautiful, waiting lips. As his cockhead touched those pretty lips they would widen, and then he would see the glistening of her pink tongue in her mouth, ready to take his big tool in, ready to accept a blast of his hot sperm licking across her tongue.
"I," Cheri said, "well, actually, I like to paint. One of these days I'd like to be successful enough to tell the firm of Giacomini, Jones and Zarkov to take it up their asses! Actually, everyone there has been pretty good to me, it's only that fucking Kuhlman that rides me...." Cheri paused and smiled devilishly. "Oops," she said.
Monte raised his eyebrows in question.
"My language," Cheri said, "What you must think of me...."
"I've heard worse," Monte said, "but I've never seen better...."
Cheri gifted him with another radiant smile. "I've been doing impressionistic landscape, but I'm trying to get into painting the figure...."
Monte sipped at his glass of white wine, watching the young woman, watching her every gesture and inflection.
"See, there's something about painting that gives me a sense of freedom. Does that sound strange? When I'm painting, I'm totally into my imagination, and I feel really free, like I can go and be anything I want. I feel like I could fly, if I wanted to...." What she didn't say was that the white wine she was sipping was providing a similar sensation.
"And I ... I ... Paint in the nude." Cheri sat back and smiled, pleased to have gotten her secret out.
Monte took a bite of French bread, then another sip of wine. "In the nude."
"Yes," Cheri said.
Al Monte suddenly realized he was getting a hard-on. He shifted his legs to accommodate the big stick that was growing in his pants. The idea of Cheri walking about her room, or studio or whatever, painting in the nude, was turning him on, turning on his fantasies of Cheri's potential availability ... to him. Not surprisingly. The dress that Cheri was wearing was insubstantial enough, made of some silky material, that seeing her naked didn't seem like such a big change. Monte had already stared at those big tits of hers for almost a half-an-hour, imagining what they would look like free of that wisp of fabric, imagining the color, the size of Cheri's nipples that were concealed.
"You're looking for freedom?" Al Monte said.
The young woman lifted her blue-green eyes to his. "I guess I am...." she said.
"What with the way things are going, I think I'm in need of the same thing. I sure as hell haven't had a lot of it, lately, with all of the jacking around with the divorce, and all." Monte lifted another oyster to his lips, swallowed it, then chased it with wine. "I just decided. This weekend I'm going to go to Tahoe. Would you like to join me? We could have a blast, and you would be back in town for work, Monday morning."
Cheri knew, or at least suspected, that the offer consisted of more than swimming in the lake and riding around in a convertible. The offer would also undoubtedly include screwing Al Monte. In addition to that, it also meant standing up Bob, who was going to arrive back in town that night, and paying the piper when she did see him again. Bob would, without a doubt, be severely pissed.. "You're leaving...."
"Tomorrow afternoon. Let's say after you get off work. You don't need to decide right this moment. Think about it. If you want a weekend in Tahoe, if you want me, call me and I'll pick you up after you get off."
When they had finished lunch, both Monte and Cheri returned to the Portland Plaza building, and boarded the elevator together. The elevator was crowded and they shoehorned their way in, Monte standing behind Cheri in one corner, not in the least discomforted by being crowded in next to her.
Cheri realized that she was feeling pretty good, after all, and decided to do something crazy. She pressed back against Monte and felt the hardness of his cock collide into the soft cleft of her ass. Monte wasn't sure if she had done it by accident, and stood there motionless, hoping that it hadn't been. Cheri knew their time was short, and then began to revolve her ass-cheeks slowly, languidly against the hard stem of Monte's prick compressed within his pants. So he did have a hard-on! She had thought that she saw something big and hard in his pants that wasn't a pocketknife! Monte knew, now, that the sensuous buffering his prick was receiving wasn't an accident, and he decided to go along with it, to take it for what it was worth. His right arm concealed by his body, he carefully insinuated his hand underneath Cheri's skirt, sliding his hand underneath the waist of her panties, and then he dipped it into her warm, firm ass-cheeks. He slid his fingers low and then began to massage the perimeter of her anus, still moist from the ass-fucking that Michael had delivered her. Cheri squirmed her ass onto Monte's digit, feeling as if it was a little prick that was probing her. His finger went deeper and slowly, so as to not attract attention, he began to slide it in and out, giving her a fingerfucking up her ass. He kept it up for as long as he could, but it was all over too soon, when they reached the floor that Cheri's office was located on.
Bob arrived back in town with only one thought in mind, and he went directly to her. He parked down the street from Cheri's house so she wouldn't hear him drive up, then sneaked in the backdoor of the house and tiptoed up to her studio where he assumed she would be.
He very carefully eased the doorknob open, willing it not to make a sound, and peered in. His guess had been right. Cheri was hard at work at her easel, in the glorious altogether. She was certainly a sight to behold, standing there beautifully, pinkly naked as she dabbed the canvas with her paintbrush. What Bob was not prepared for at all was the woman who was stretched out naked on the couch, posing for Cheri. Bob paused and took it all in, letting his eyes rove over one woman's body, then over another. Cheri was hard at work, her back turned toward him, working hard on her painting. His eyes zeroed in and fixed on that gorgeous dimpled ass of hers, taut enough from exercise that it wasn't the usual plump lump comprising most chick's asses. Cheri's ass had more ... more definition, more sexiness. Sleek in the way that a show horse's ass is sleek, highlighted as she shifted from one foot to another with changing shading and musculature that made it appear just so fucking inviting, so beautiful, so photographable, even so edible.
Bob could hardly fault the beauty of that babe on the couch, either, although she looked a few years older than Cheri, perhaps closer to his own age of twenty-seven, and like a real dragon-lady with that dark beauty of hers. He didn't know who she was, he didn't even care who she was; Bob only knew that he wanted her, that he wanted to be inside of her. Veronica had undone her hair to fall in shimmering dark waves over her shoulders, providing a splash of darkness to contrast with the paleness of her skin. Her eyes were big and dark and feline, accentuated with green eye shadow, her cheekbones high. It was the kind of face that Bob associated with pure animalism, pure out-of-control fucking, it was the face of the kind of women who inhabited his wildest fantasies.
Bob hadn't seen Betty's car in the driveway when he arrived, so he assumed that she wasn't home. He hoped that she wasn't home, because he wasn't sure how she would react if she saw what he was going to do just then. What could it harm if he gave himself a little pleasure at no one's expense! He had happened upon the girls in the studio innocently enough....
Bob reached down and undid the buttons on his khaki pants, reached past his underwear, then hauled forth his prick, already starting to swell from the stimulus of the naked babes he'd been ogling. He gripped his semi-hard prong in his hand and, drawing back the foreskin, began to gently frig, to friction it. He brought his eye back to the opened crack of the door and then began to imagine what it would feel like to fuck the dark-haired chick on the couch as he pulled and coaxed and worked on his prick.
She looked like she was, oh, five or ten years older than Cheri. Much more mature, womanly, really. Those tits of hers were something to behold, that was for certain; really spectacular. They were big and long and angular, shaped more like two French loaves thrust defiantly out from her chest than anything else. And the nipples were just one more element of their perfection. Her nipples were huge and a dark honey tint, the spikes angled jauntily upward, the same angle that Bob's dick was taking at the moment.
Veronica's snatch was so big and dark and hairy, contrasting beautifully with the lightness of her skin, with those long, long legs arranged casually on the couch. Bob's mind was a scramble of images as he thought about what it would be like to shove his face right into that frizzy midnight muff, to take a full inhalation of the tang of that incredible twat, to feast on it, to spread the rosy lips wide and to dive his mouth down to it and feast, feast to his fucking heart and dick's content.
It was Cheri that was the first to press her mouth to that pussy, though.
Bob didn't expect it, didn't have any idea as he watched Cheri walk casually over to the woman lying on the couch. They had talked about women with women before, Bob had even made some vague sounds to encourage Cheri to suggest that they make a threesome of it with Betty sometime, but she didn't take the bait. In fact she denied having any interest in her own sex at all, and Bob had taken her at her word, even if it was slightly disappointing to him. Shit, Cheri was the most beautiful broad in the world, but sometimes a guy needed a little change of pace ... Now, watching her through the door, he wasn't sure how to react as he saw her kneel before the other woman, extend her hand and caress the other woman's sleek and slim thigh, then move her hand to touch the other woman's bare ass-cheek.
Bob was a realistic guy, above all else he was realistic. There, with his cock perched in his hand, he decided he would save his indignation and hurt for later, when it might do some good and could be used to get Cheri to do something he would enjoy, like include another female member into their fucking bouts. For now he would put those concerns aside and attempt to enjoy the moment for what it was, and it certainly did have nice possibilities.
Veronica pressed her hand to Cheri's back, urging her onward. The other woman clasped her friend's ass tight and lowered her mouth toward the big, tangled triangle of darkness. She lifted one hand and spread the lips of her pussy as Veronica lifted and spread her legs, then she sank her mouth, tongue extended, down to the glistening, ruddy crack that lay directly before her and looked so fucking inviting.
Bob could hear Veronica's moan as Cheri brought her mouth into contact with her friend's exposed twat lips, licking up and down the length of the exposed slice with long strokes of her cat-like tongue, then burrowing two fingers deep, into her open crack, making the other woman arch and grasp, as she used her tongue and lips and teeth to torment Veronica's pussylips and clit.
Bob imagined that it was his face that was ground into the dark-haired woman's incredible cunt, licking, laving, scouring the interior of her pussy with his licking, probing tongue. His hand was jerking with a smooth, regular frigging on his boner, and his cock was already stone-hard in his fist. He felt like he could haul off and cum at any time, all it would take would be that decision, that act of will to drive him over the edge into his orgasm, but he tried to sustain the sensation as long as he could, holding it back to increase the intensity when it did arrive.
Veronica was working on one of Cheri's fabulous tits with her hand while Cheri did her pussy with her mouth and fingers. Never shy, Cheri climbed on the sofa, too, angling her ass above Veronica's face for a wonderfully revealing view both to Veronica and to Bob, all the while maintaining her sucking and fingerfucking. Veronica rose up and, clasping Cheri's rosy cream ass-cheeks with her fingers, dove her mouth into the inviting pink target of Cheri's anus, extending her hot tongue, driving the probing, twisting finger of her tongue deep into Cheri's sensitive ass-hole, making her whimper and yelp with the torturous, delicious sensation.
At that rate, it didn't take Bob a hell of a lot of time to take himself all the way. He tried to match the moods of the broads as he whacked his prick in his fist, listening to their gasps, watching the frenzied pumping of their pale pink hips and asses, and when he heard their cries, when he heard their begging to "Fuck me! Fuck me!" he let his willpower drop out and jerked harder, driving himself onward. The girls gargled out their joy between each other's legs and Bob fell gasping against the doorjamb, his brain exploding and whiting out in release as he stood there ramrodding his prick with his hand. He felt like his heart was going to burst when he fired a triple pulsing squirt of his cum and it splattered across the hall wallpaper leaving a big, heart-shaped stain. He stood there, dazed, weak, pounding on his pud until the dregs of it had dripped into the carpeting, and then, taking a final peek at the two naked girls collapsed onto each other, still sucking each other's pussy and ass, he tucked his shrinking prick away in his khakis and stole down the hallway on his tiptoes.