Reaching down, I scooped some up and brought it to my mouth. I could tell, right away, that it was his seed. That meant that he had already cum in me ...at least once and yet he was still fucking for all that he was worth. What a fuck machine! No wonder Nadine had moved in with him so fast. She was addicted to his cock, just like I am now. And no doubt Carrie is, too.Finally, his pounding slowed and his gargantuan member got even bigger. His orgasm felt like it might send me through the back of. I thought I was playing with her emotions, but really this was all a denial of the truth. My wish before I ever met Dana, when I was dressing myself in lingerie as an undergrad, was to find what I called an alternative girl. I dreamed of finding a woman who wouldn’t flinch when she heard about my sexual fantasies. She was a girl willing to have sex before marriage. She was willing to do everything Raquel and I had done in my car back in high school. She went to church but wasn’t married to. “We like lots of oral play and she wants to sit on your face first – “shotgun” -- she calls it,” Savannah said. “Whatever,” Randy answered. “Where shall we go?” “To my hotel, right across the street!” said Kelsea. The next twenty minutes went by like a heartbeat and Randy found himself standing naked in the hotel bedroom as the girls finished undressing each other. Kelsea reached out for his hand and pulled Randy towards the bathroom. “I gotta pee; come on, quick!” she shouted. Both girls. I strip off quickly, noting that the perfectly positioned spillage has soaked the tops of my trousers, the bottom of my shirt and gone through to my underwear. I take everything off and I am standing naked when the door I have left slightly ajar - my turn to be contriving? - is pushed open and Dominique is standing before me. She smiles and puts the cloth and kitchen towel to one side. I smile back, already growing in hardness, fuelled both by the memory of a few days ago and the sight of this.