"His brother?" Nancy exclaimed.
"Only a few people know that, darling," Jean said as she threw a blouse aver her naked breasts. "Since Don is taking a course from him they both try to keep it quiet. You know how some people would talk."
"How did you find out?" Nancy asked.
"You know how people talk after they fuck," Jean explained shortly as she finished dressing.
"Anyway, Don will know where his brother is and if he won't tell me, he won't tell anybody."
"You seem to forget that you just threw him out of hem," Nancy reminded her gloomily. "Not only that, he seemed to think you were stealing me away from him."
"He did not," Jean replied sharply, "he thought that you were stealing me away from him!"
"Well, hell, Jean. Whichever way it was, he's not going to exactly welcome you with open arms and a hard cock," Nancy said.
"I hadn't thought about that. He was pretty mad, wasn't he?" Jean said, settling down next to Nancy on the floor. As they sat in silence, she absentmindedly placed one arm around Nancy's naked shoulders and pulled her close.
"Darling, not now," Nancy said gently. "We just got through, and besides, I can't think about sex when I have a problem like this."
"I wasn't trying to…" Jean started to say, then a crafty look came over her face. "Nancy, didn't you tell me Don and Brad more or less forced you to fuck with them?" she asked.
"Not exactly forced," Nancy replied honestly, "they did make me so hot I couldn't say no and after that…" she shrugged, "…it was all over but the hunching!"
"Why can't we play the same game?" Jean asked.
"What do you mean?" Nancy asked.
"Don and Brad live right across the street. Put on something you can slip out of in a hurry. Don't wear anything under it. Then we'll go over there and see if we can't do some persuading. It's got to be done some time anyway. I don't want to cut them off entirely."
"Neither do I!" Nancy smiled as she got up.
In a few minutes both girls were headed out the door.
When they arrived across the street, Nancy let Jean lead the way. Without knocking, she opened a door and walked into Don and Brad's apartment. Don was sprawled in a chair, sipping a can of beer and reading Playboy.
"Get through already?" he growled as he looked up and saw them.
"Don't be that way. I came all the way over here to apologize," Jean cooed, working on the buttons of her blouse.
"You can't help it if you're a lesbian," he snarled.
"Don that's not fair," Jean pouted. "After all the times we've tied it on, how can you accuse me of something like that? You know how I dig your body. Haven't I always let you in whenever you've come over?" She kept working on her blouse as she talked. After quickly unfastening the buttons, she pushed the front open, letting her breasts peek through. The nipples were hard and very red. They tilted upward, pointing straight toward Don's mouth. Jean cupped one tit in her hand, massaging it, milking it, rolling it around until the tip was fully erect. "You know how I like for you to play with my tits. You aren't going to tell me no, are you?" she whispered as she knelt on the floor.
Nancy watched as Don's eyes narrowed. His legs spread wide, showing the bulge of his hard-on. Jean crouched between them, her hand stroking upward on the inside of his thigh.
"Please, Don?" Jean begged, shrugging the blouse off as she knelt there.
Don let one hand drift over toward her naked breasts. It was the one with a can of beer in it. The tip of his tongue flicked in the corner of his mouth as he pushed the can between Jean's pointed tits.
As the cold bit into her tender flesh Jean closed her eyes and shuddered. Her hand stopped stroking. Instead her fingers bit into the heavily muscled leg.
Don watched her for a minute and then took the can away. Raising it to his lips he took a long swallow. "Feel good, baby?" he growled.
"I like your hands and your mouth better," Jean murmured, wrapping both arms around his waist and laying her head between his legs. Her cheek nestled over the hard, bulging outline of his dick. Turning her face down, Jean pressed her lips against the tip of his hard-on. Her hands stroked over the bulge of his balls while she blew a steady stream of hot air onto his cockhead.
Don shoved his hips upward, a grimace etching across his face. "Hurting my balls!" he grunted.
"I'm sorry, darling," Jean crooned, reaching up to unsnap his pants. Her skilled fingers worked quickly and soon the loosened flaps peeled away to reveal his hard, hairy belly. His cock lay down further, off to one side. Jean slipped her hands over his body, working her fingers down to the pulsating rod.
"Easy," he grunted, raising his hips up again.
"All right, darling," Jean whispered a her fingers touched the hard thick rod. Carefully she curled them around the bulging, meaty dick and began to tug it. Working very slowly she worked it across his belly, up to the opened fly. Finally it slid to freedom. As the shaft lifted up and out, Jean took away her hand. Eight inches of throbbing cock throbbed up Don's belly. The thick, mushroom-headed tool swayed back and forth under the throbbing of the blue veins that criss-crossed the surface.
"Suck it," Don ordered suddenly.
Jean lowered her head obediently. Her full lips parted and wrapped around the fleshy head as she gently kissed it. Her tongue worked around the ring of the glands, laying it and working it until it was wet. Then she opened her mouth wider and took the whole head into her sweet, sucking mouth. Spit drooled around it, bubbling over the taut flesh. Her tongue flicked over and around it continuously. Her hips closed in a tender grip around the sweaty, red stalk. She pushed her head down, forcing the live, hot flesh down her throat. She leaned forward, taking his cock from an angle that let it push easily into her soft throat.
Don watched her licking at his peter, and as she began going down, closed his eyes in ecstasy. He shoved the beer can onto a table, and as Jean went down all the way on his hot meat he grabbed her head in his hands. Holding her firmly in place he began to shove up, hunching into her mouth. As his ass came up off the chair, Jean's hands gripped his pants and pulled them down so his ass, balls and cock swung naked. As if she couldn't get enough of him she ran her fingers lightly all over his naked crotch. Her hair tumbled down over her face, hiding her mouth as it slid up and down the slippery red pole of his cock. Her hands tickled their way up between his legs to cup Don's balls. Gently she rubbed them, rolling them with her fingers, holding them balanced on the heel of her hand. She felt Don's hands grip her head tighter as his cum began to boil inside the big sensitive nuts.
"Good?" she asked pulling her head up off his cock.
He brushed the hair back out of her face and looked at her. Her lips were red and wet, her eyes hot slits. She gulped greedily, swallowing the taste of his peter.
"You really do like cock, don't you, chick?" he growled.
"Your cock," she whispered.
"You want to suck it for me?" he asked, gripping the staff in one big hand.
"Yes, Don. You know how I love to suck you. Let me do it, please?"
"You like to suck cock as much as you like to eat cunt?" he asked, brushing her lips with the bulging head of his peter. "Does it taste as good to you as what's her name's pussy?" He nodded in Nancy's direction.
"Better," Jean whispered. "You know how I love to suck you off."
"You like to eat my cock, don't you?" he asked as he gripped his dick and gave it a couple of long, slow jacks.
Jean's eyes were glued to the moving hand. As it pulled up, Don's balls lifted high onto the base of his cock. As he jacked down, the fat, purple head appeared. Without answering Don's question Jean lowered her head again and took the head inside her soft lips.
"That's right, chick," Don drawled, "get down on my peter! Suck, it good! Eat my meat! Keep your mouth sliding down my fuck stick!"
A hot shudder ran through Jean's body as she tasted a thick drop of juice greasing up her tongue. She let, it eat into her taste buds and then swallowed greedily, letting the clutching tissues of her throat work over the head of Don's cock.
"Ease off, chick. I'm close!" Don warned suddenly.
She took her mouth off the tight, sensitive head.
"Yes, but not so quick," he grinned back. "Besides, what about her?" He motioned over to where Nancy was quietly standing.
"What about you, Nancy?" Jean asked, signaling her silently to strip.
Taking her time, Nancy pulled her mater off. Her naked breasts were proof enough that she was ready for anything. The nipples were deep red, the aureoles light pink. Without saying a word, Nancy tugged her skirt free and let it drop. The creamy curves of her ass and thighs rose like mountains over the curly blonde mound of her pussy. Her legs closed together, squeezing the fat lips into the shape of a ripe pear. She draped one hand lightly over the naked mound.
"After last night you shouldn't have to ask about me," she whispered to Don as she stood there naked.
"You were pretty groovy," he agreed. "So you chicks want to get it on, do you?" he asked, brushing Jean away from his legs as he stood. They watched silently as he shucked his pants off. His hairy legs spread wide, giving them a good view of his bulging calves, thick thighs and big red dick. His balls dangled down low between his spread legs, one hanging lower than the other. He ran one hand down to his cock and stroked it while he looked them both over. "Groovy," he finally said. "Blonde chick, I dig you, but you had yours last night I haven't tied it on with this one for over a week. It's her time. You just take a seat and watch. You might like the show. Next time we play, you two are gonna do the showing and I'm gonna do the watching, understand?"
Nancy nodded, feeling a little disappointed that she wasn't going to be the one to get that big, hard dick. In spite of her all night fucking session and the recent sucking session with Don, her pussy was starting to feel hot again.
"You suck pretty good, chick," Don said to Jean, "but I want to fuck! I want to fuck you! I want to jam my cock up your cunt and shoot my cum up your tight hole! Lie down, chick. Right here on the floor. We're gonna get it on!"
Obediently, Jean stretched out on her back. As she spread her legs, the pink flesh of her pussy flashed. It matched the pink of the tit tips. The ivory glow of her skin melted against the dark-blue carpet.
Don stood over her, looking down into her cunt. His legs slowly bent, lowering him down between her legs. His thick chest rose and fell slowly as he kept his breathing under control. His eyes stayed glued to the pink slash between her legs. Sinking to his knees, he positioned himself between the smooth ivory of her legs. Putting his hands on the floor by her shoulders, he slowly lowered himself. His mouth opened wide to suck in her red, soft lips. His tongue thrashed down her throat as soon as he felt the satiny touch of her mouth on his. Unable, to hold back any longer, he lunged downward. The bulging, flanged head of his cock speared directly into the hairy split between her legs. It jammed on target, pushing through the fleshy lips, plunging down into the slippery pussy. With a mighty surge of his hips he stuck his hard cock all the way down into the juicy depths of her hot cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" he and Jean gasped out in unison.
As he pulled his ass back for another stroke, Jean's arms wrapped around him, circling his waist, clenching tightly around his back. Her pussy was pulled open wider by the movement.
"Oh!" Jean groaned in ecstasy as she felt his dick slide into her cunt. She twisted upward, holding onto his body as the mighty shaft pulled part way out. "Oh!" she moaned again as she felt the spear of thick, throbbing meat sink deep into the recesses of her body. Her cunt tightened on the hard cock. The thick fragrant juice of her pussy seeped out, coating the engorged meat. Her clit rose up, pink and hard, pushing into the hardness of Don's shoving hairy groin. Her ass twisted around, grinding onto the head of his cock.
"Take it, baby!" he grunted, watching her eyes close and her mouth work with pleasure. He shoved down again. His stiff meat shoved aside the soft tissues, throbbing deep into her cunt. His hips came up again, spreading his hairy ass. As his peter shoved into her tight hole once again, his balls dropped into the crack of her ass. Again he pulled out, this time only halfway. His hunching took on a steady rhythm. His balls began to swing up as his sac contracted. As he lunged forward again, his balls reached the top of his crotch and clutched tightly to the sides of his thick, pulsating cock.
"More, more, more, more!" Jean begged as she sensed the approach of his climax. "Dick! Dick me, dick me!" she moaned again, holding onto Don's powerful body as tightly as she could. Her legs tightened their grip, pulling her cunt wide open, straining the delicate tissues as they stretched over the thick base of his cock.
"Fuck!" Don gasped, shoving his cock into her cunt at with one powerful stroke. His throbbing shaft buried itself in her tight flesh. He ground down, trying to force his cock further and further into her hot body. "Cum! Gonna cum, gonna, gonna, gonna, cuuuummmmm!" he shouted as his nuts lost their load. Thick knots of creamy hot cum jetted down his thick stalk, shooting out of his quivering cockhead and exploding inside the clutching tube of Jean's pussy.
With his dick throbbing away and his pelvic bone shoving frantically into her cunt, she felt her climax burst loose. "Ooooohhh!" she screeched as her sheath clutched around his hard, shooting dick. She held onto Don and took his last hard shoves. Her clit popped and her cunt shuddered. Don's tick hot cream bathed the inside of her pussy, seeping far up into her body.
The crescendo of their panting gradually subsided, leaving them resting quietly. Jean began stroking Don's back, running her fingers along the muscles, soothing him and holding him close to her.
"Don?" she murmured.
"Uh?" he grunted.
"Now that we're all friends, you and Nancy and me, can you do us a favor?"
"What kind of a favor?" he asked, raising up to gaze at her suspiciously.
"Tell Nancy how to get in touch with your brother."
"Do you want to know that for?" he asked.
"What?"
"Please, Don, please?" Nancy begged as she got to her knees at his side. She cradled his face between her breasts as she stroked his neck. "It's terribly important to me."
"Sure, chick, sure," he replied, kissing her tense nipples. "Don't freak out, I'll help you out. My stuffed shirt brother busted his ass skiing and is laid up in a hospital. He took a leave of absence from the university until he's out of traction."
"Traction?" Nancy almost shouted.
"Yeah, the idiot was high on grass and smacked into a tree. Fucked his legs up. He'll be all right, though."
"Oh, my God," Nancy breathed. "Well, at least he wasn't killed!"
"You can go see him if you want to. The place is on the edge of town. He's got a room close to the back door so I'll sneak in all the time."
Alter he told Nancy how to get them, she threw on her clothes and hurried out.
"You gonna tell me what that is all about?" Don asked Jean.
Quickly she explained about Nancy's grades, her scholarship and the suggestions his brother had made.
"That stuffed shirt is trying to make Nancy?" Don exclaimed. "Well, I'll be damned. You never know who's fucking who, do you?"
"You sure don't," came a voice from the door as Brad walked in.
Meanwhile, Nancy was on her way to the small hospital. Following Don's directions she avoided the front desk and sneaked in the back door. Racing to the room, she opened the door quietly and stuck her head in. Professor Jurgen was flat on his back, both legs in casts, and raised halfway to the ceiling.
"Hey," Nancy hissed.
He turned his head, looked at her in credulously and then broke into a wide grin. "Nancy, come on in."
"The nurse won't catch me?" she asked, slipping in the door.
"Lock the door, fuck the nurse. It's good to see you!" He grabbed her hand, squeezed it and then slipped it under the sheet. She didn't draw away but smiled down at him and ran her fingers through the thick mat of hair covering his chest. His eyes narrowed as she stroked his chest.
"Wish I could do that to you," he grunted.
Unable to keep from giggling, Nancy pulled her sweater off and placed one of his hands between her firm, hot titties.
"Son of a bitch!" he exploded. "How can you do that to a man in traction?"
"I'm just doing what you said you wanted to," she cooed.
"Because you know I can't do what I want to, is that it?" he asked bitterly.
"That's your fault, not mine," she replied, leaning far over his bed. Her mouth settled gently onto his and worked around until her lips were squeezed inside his. The thrust of his tongue down her throat sent a hat shock through her pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled down closer. Her naked breasts rubbed into his powerful chest. The wiry hair teased the erect nipples until Nancy felt her cunt grow drippy with hot fuck oil.
"You aren't the same, Nancy," Professor Jurgen said when she finally took her mouth away.
"It's me, in the flesh," she assured him.
"Yeah," he breathed as he fondled her tits, pulling her closer so he could suck the nipples into his mouth.
"I didn't mean to be so… so… stupid last half," she apologized.
"it's not too late," he said, licking his rough tongue through the hot valley between her tits.
"You mean you'll help me, really and truly help me?" she asked, wide eyed.
"Of course," he assured her, "if you help me." There was no mistaking what he meant.
"I want to help you," Nancy whispered as she began to slide her hand down his chest toward his crotch. He was naked. As her hand slid down it pulled back the sheets. The edge of her hand ran into something hard and wet. Her eyes widened. Working her fingers under the edge of the sheet she wrapped them around his cock. It was thicker than Don's but not as long. Streams of sticky dick juice were seeping out of the slit head. Nancy bent her head down vow slowly, fucked off the sheets and sucked his cock into her mouth.
"Ohhhh!" His gasp came from deep in his belly. Nancy felt his hands cup over the back of her head, holding her in place on his cock. Her rough tongue slid over the head, sopping up the thick oil. As her throat worked to swallow it, she slid her head further down onto the stalk. It was a perfect fit. As she slid her mouth up and down she could feel a mighty trembling spreading from the roots of his cock up to the head. Holding her breath, she worked the bulging cockhead into her throat. As it pushed down she felt Jurgen tense as his frantic whisper filled the room.
"Nancy, I can't hold it back. Don't, don't do it! I'm coming, I'm cuming I'll aim for your mouth, your mouth, your mouth, and cuming, cuming!"
Nancy drew up just enough to catch the flood of his cream on her tongue. As it jetted out she caught each load and licked it greedily. As her mouth filled she swallowed. The salty thick seed bubbled down her throat. She kept her mouth on his cock until the last spasm had throbbed away. As it started to grow limp she gave it a hard suck, licked it clean and slipped it out of her lips.
"You don't know how much I needed that." Jurgen looked at her with his deep-brown eyes. "I'm sorry as hell I can't do something for you. I can tell you need my dick or my mouth."
"Don't you worry about that. Things are going to work out perfectly. After you're well we'll catch up on lost time. Right now we'll just have to help each other where we need help the most, all right?"
"All right, Nancy. I'll stick to my part of the bargain if you'll stick to yours," he smiled as be looked down at his cock.
Nancy sighed happily as she saw that it was hard again.