Stories of Lola Scott;'Another Night Out'{Lola Scott}( MMF, anal 
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Another Night Out:  A Threesome
I live with two men.  It’s not as bad 
as it sounds - okay maybe it is.  I 
grew up in Detroit but about as far 
from the 8mile that Eminem talks about 
ask you can get, but I’m not stupid.  
What does this have to do with living 
with two men?  My roommates are cheaper 
than a security system and less work 
than a German Shepherd.

This story is about one of them.
It was a Thursday night in February.  I 
went to the club with a few of my 
girlfriends to have a few drinks and 
dance.   Nine shots and two hours 
later, the four of us are taking a 
break from dancing and sitting at a 
table.  “Who the hell is that with your 
roommate Lo?” asked my friend Lisa.  
I looked over and saw my roommate Jack 
over by the bar talking to some girls. 
Jack was looking good as usual.  He’s 
pretty much the typical hunk, except 
that he’s not just a beautiful empty 
vessel.  Jack is brilliant, funny, and 
successful, not to mention kind - and 
oh yes I almost forgot - incredibly 
sexy.  He is very big at least six 
five, built with pure rock solid corn 
fed muscle, with blond hair and dark 
blue eyes.  The friend he was with, 
whom I’d never seen before, was 
handsome in a similar big way but with 
darker hair.  
“That’s gotta be the friend from 
home he’s been talking about,” I 
mumbled as I slammed the last of my 
drink.  Carrie quickly climbed onto her 
chair and at waved Jack and the 
stranger, motioning them to come over.  
“Carrie!” I exclaimed pounding my glass 
onto the table “Don’t call him over 
here!”  
“Why?”  Carrie said, speaking in her 
best tone of fake surprise.
“Last thing I want to do is hang out 
with my roommates!”  I was irritated 
with Jack about something that night - 
I can’t remember what it was exactly, 
though, now.  “That’s not even my cool 
roommate!”
“Oh, whatever,” Carrie said, rolling 
her eyes “Your too fucked up at this 
point to have a say in who we hang out 
with.” She handed me her drink.  
“Here,” she said smiling “Sit there 
look pretty and just be quiet…” She was 
right; I was drunk.  Drunk to the point 
of really not caring if Jack was 
hanging out with my girlfriends and I.   
The whole “fun with just the girls” 
night idea had been thrown out the 
window the minute we walked through the 
doors of the club.  There were six fem 
fatales counting myself that had gone 
out that night and by this time three 
had been accosted by their significant 
others, who’d “just happened” to have 
chosen this club to party at as well.  
Hmmm, simple coincidence?  I didn’t 
think so either! 
“Ladies,” Jack said pulling up a chair 
“This is Brandon,” he said, pointing to 
the cute stranger, “My buddy from home 
- come to visit me all the way from 
Indiana U...” He smiled and nudged 
Brandon, “This is Lisa, Lola and the 
notorious Carrie.”  Everyone waved and 
Carrie gave Jack her usual middle 
finger- the classic Detroit greeting.  
“Lookin good, ladies!” he said flashing 
his sexy smile.  He stopped and looked 
me up and down “What the hell are you 
wearing Lo?”  Carrie had talked me into 
wearing one of her dresses.  One of her 
tight, short, low cut, strapless black 
dresses.  It was not something I would 
normally wear.

I rolled my eyes. “A dress,” I said, 
pulling the black material up higher 
over my breasts.  I added, playfully 
grabbing his arm, “Don’t say a word!”  
He looked at my hand on his arm then 
back at me.  I quickly pulled my hand 
away.  

He stood up “You’ve been drinkin’?” he 
asked, looking at me.  I smiled slyly 
up at him putting my hand on his hard 
torso, “Maybe you should start 
drinking, Buddy...” He looked really 
good that night, even better than 
usual; it could have been the drinks, 
but I doubt it.  

He looked at me and bit his lip, then 
shook his head.  “Gotta roll, ladies!” 
he said, nudging Brandon, “Meeting some 
people upstairs.”  I felt a sex charge 
run through my body as he walked away.  
I turned and looked at my girlfriends, 
who were staring at me.  “What?” I 
said, smiling.  

“Anyway...” Carrie laughed.

I don’t recall how, but I do know that 
I eventually ended up back on the dance 
floor. I love to dance, I love moving 
my body to music, feeling strangers 
bodies brushing against mine.  It’s so 
arousing, all the grinding pawing and 
vibrating.  Amidst the following hour 
or two of drinking, mingling, and 
rubbing against attractive strangers I 
became even more intoxicated and even 
more excited.
On the dance floor this stranger had 
grabbed my hips as I was moving to the 
pounding rhythm of the music.  He 
grabbed me tightly swaying with me 
pushing his erection into my ass. I 
didn’t care, I liked his anonymous 
hands on me, and the pressure of his 
body tightly pressed against me moving 
to the raging music made my body 
vibrate with excitement. I felt his 
hands sliding over my body, the lights 
and music making his touch electric.  I 
could feel him pulsing his hips into me 
his lips brushing my shoulder. He spun 
me around to face him.  Surprised by my 
own compliance I kissed him drunkenly.  
Our bodies were vibrating together to 
the music while his tongue explored my 
mouth and his hands went on a journey 
over my back and ass.  I’m sure I must 
have been a spectacle, dancing and 
kissing this bold stranger, but his 
urges seemed to match my own.  When he 
asked to buy me a drink, I of course 
agreed and that’s where that episode of 
Lola’s erotic drunken adventures 
abruptly ended.  
It was Carrie, and in her normal ever-
impatient manner, she smacked my cheek 
hard enough for me to feel it, snapped 
her fingers in my face, and told me to 
focus.  “Were going now, okay?” she 
said waving back to a woman with dark 
hair I’d never seen before. “Go home 
with Jack,” she said slowly, hoping I’d 
understand.  I didn’t. 
“I live with Jack!” I laughed, leaning 
against the guy who was holding my now 
paid-for drink, “I live with Ira and 
Jack!”  I laughed hysterically at 
myself.  I dunno - it seemed funny at 
the time…
Carrie looked at me and then at the guy 
who was holding me up, likely giddily 
thinking of ways to take advantage of 
my inebriation.  “Oh, for Christ’s 
sake!” Carrie shouted, her hands 
briefly raised in the air.  She grabbed 
me by the arm and yanked me away from 
drink-buying guy.  
She mumbled curses at me as she dragged 
me up the metal stairs of the club and 
to the booth where Jack and Brandon 
were sitting with some women I’d never 
met.  Carrie pushed me into the booth 
next to Brandon and looked at Jack.  
“Take her drunk ass home with you!” she 
said as I landed with a thud on the 
seat.
“You’re the one who got her all fucked 
up in the first place, Carrie!”  Jack 
complained.
“Just take her home and don’t be a 
dick!” Carrie snapped, walking away.  
She stopped and turned around and 
added, “If you leave her here, I’ll 
kill you!”  
“I wouldn’t do that…” Jack said rolling 
his eyes. 
Carries face softened and she smiled, 
blinking her big brown doe eyes. “I 
know,” she cooed at Jack leaning over 
the table touching his cheek.  “Have a 
good night!” she said sarcastically to 
the women sitting at the table - who 
were now very put out by my presence.  
I sat there and shifted around in the 
booth, trying to get comfortable.  I’d 
assumed I was doing this silently - 
then I looked up and realized everyone 
was staring at me.  Drunk but not 
socially retarded, I smiled as 
professionally as I could and said 
something like, “Hi, I’m Lola.”
I felt the female hostility coming from 
across the table.  I just smiled and 
looked at Jack, who was smiling at me, 
shaking his head.  I don’t know how 
long we stayed there talking with the 
women; I know I didn’t say much, but 
ordered a few more drinks.  Jack was 
making his typical med. student jock 
moves on these stupid girls and they 
were totally swooning. The ladies LOVE 
Jack, it’s a known fact; these two 
simpletons were no exception.  I sat 
there squirming in my seat, every one 
once in a while I would lose my balance 
and fall over onto Brandon, who was 
sitting rigid beside me.  After falling 
into him a few times I finally gave up 
and propped myself up against him.  
“Having fun?” he said smiling at me.  I 
saw his eyes travel down to my lap 
where my already too short dress had 
slipped up almost obscenely over my 
thighs. 
“Yeah. You?”  I said, pulling it down. 
“Lots,” he replied winking.  He put his 
arm around me and I rested in the 
stability of his shoulder.  
“You smell good,” I mumbled, smelling 
his cologne.  
“Thanks,” he said giving my waist where 
his hand rested a quick squeeze.  I 
smiled, resting my head on his 
shoulder, and looked across the table.  
Jack was watching me.  I smiled at him 
as seductively as I could and winked.  
He looked even better than usual, he’s 
so hot sometimes it hurts to look at 
him, and this was one of those nights.
The girl next to him shot me a dirty 
look.  As subtly as I could I asked her 
to stop looking at me like that.  Jack 
says I called her a “Fucking cunt” but 
that just doesn’t sound like me now 
does it?  (You can stop laughing now…)

I am not sure what trouble ensued from 
my ever-so-polite suggestion, but the 
next thing I knew Jack was pushing me 
into a cab.  We’d all drank too much, 
but as usual I was drunk bastard of the 
group.  When we are all finally in the 
cab, I immediately crawl onto Jack, 
straddling him. I press my inner thighs 
against his legs, feeling texture of 
his jeans, I squeezed his thighs 
rubbing my cheek on his neck. 
“Jaacckkiiee..!” I whined, playfully, 
as I began rubbing breasts against his 
chest.  He was laughing, his big hands 
on my waist as he pushed me back. 
“Knock it off Lola,” he laughed. 
I was giggling.  I lean in and kiss his 
neck, biting it gently, my hand slip 
under his shirt and I run my nails down 
the skin of his stomach gently.  I feel 
his skin twitch on my palms. “I need 
you to do me a special favor…”  
“No!  Absolutely not!” he said, shaking 
his head no and laughing.  
I know he’s trying to be good.  I know 
he’s thinking he’d be taking advantage 
of me.  He can say no all he wants, but 
I feel his cock, very hard, rubbing 
against the fabric of my panties as I 
playfully grind on his lap. “Please 
Jack, I neeeed you fuck me!”  He shakes 
his head no again, laughing.

Brandon’s hand is gently touching my 
calf as he’s watching the spectacle I’m 
making of myself “Holy shit man, fuck 
her!” he laughs.  His hand moves up my 
calf to my thigh.  Jack slaps it away

“She’s trashed dude!” he snaps at him.  
He picks me up and slams me back down 
on my seat.  “Knock it the fuck off, 
both of you!” he shouts.  Now I like 
being thrown around and Jack tossing me 
back in my seat just makes me hotter, 
but his yelling almost hurts my 
feelings.  I’m about to pout but the 
cab finally comes to a stop.  

We’re home.  I recall giddily half 
falling out of the cab, but one of them 
caught me.

I have no idea how I got up the steps 
of the house or how we made it up to my 
room.  I wake up in my bed, likely only 
a few minutes after getting out of the 
cab, still in my dress but missing my 
shoes.  I sit up quickly, startled by 
my new surroundings.  I throw off the 
sheet that was over me and stumble out 
of my room across the hall into Jack’s.

Jack was changing; he was in his boxers 
and was pulling off his shirt when I 
stormed in.  Brandon was on the 
computer, still dressed, and drinking 
another beer.  I stood there in the 
door way for a moment; Jack looked at 
me with his shirt over his head but not 
off and Brandon frozen in some emotion, 
beer in his hand.  I took a step in the 
door and smiled naughtily.  

At this point Jack gave in (like he 
ALWAYS does), grabbed me, and lifted me 
up, saying something about how I’m the 
devil.  He tosses me down on the bed 
and kisses me passionately. 

He kissed me, holding me down with his 
big body, forcing me like only he can 
to submit to him.  To admit, just by 
kissing him back, that I have equal 
passion for him.  His tongue violates 
my mouth confidently while my own 
searches around his softly.  As he 
kisses me he pulls my dress up over my 
hips; at the same time my hands are 
busy pushing and pulling at his boxers 
trying to get them off.  His hands 
reached my panties and he smiled, 
pulling them down roughly.  He pulled 
them over my feet and then with a 
wicked grin he grabbed my thighs, 
jerking me forward and began to eat my 
pussy.  

Something about the way Jack uses his 
tongue on me drives me insane.  I began 
to cum immediately as he sucked on my 
clit, flicking his tongue back and 
forth over it.  My hips jerked up 
pulsing as I came, but his big hand was 
on my stomach pinning me down.  “Jack! 
Jack! Jack!”  I gasped as hard multiple 
orgasms ripped through me.

My first orgasm never seems to count 
when Jack is fucking me with his 
tongue.  Just as I was coming down from 
the height of my orgasm, I notice 
Brandon sitting in the chair eyes wide 
mouth open looking at us.   Our eyes 
meet momentarily and I smile at him. 
Just at that moment Jack slid one of 
his big rough fingers into my pussy and 
I cried out in pleasure, my eyes 
clamping shut involuntarily.  

I opened my eyes again and I saw 
Brandon rubbing his cock through the 
thin material of his pants.  I can’t 
stop myself from smiling at him, and 
running my hands over my breasts 
whimpering softly as Jack continues 
drive me crazy with his tongue.   
I look at Brandon rubbing his cock 
while watching me.  He’s so cute, so 
nice and big.  I wonder if all big 
Indiana country boys can fuck like 
Jack.  I want him.  I want him to come 
and join us but I know that these 
country boys are usually as homophobic 
as they are big so I’m aware that my 
hopes of a threesome have no real 
value.   
“Hey man…” Brandon said.  

‘Finally!  About fucking time you say 
something!’  I scream in my head.  

Jack looks up at me from between my 
legs, arching his eyebrows in question, 
kissing my labia lovingly.  I roll my 
eyes at him, nodding yes, eagerly; he 
already knew my answer though.  He 
shakes his head at me and waves Brandon 
over.  He continues to eat my pussy 
knowing he’s almost murdering me with 
his amazing tongue. 

I’m still a bit drunk and the room is 
spinning and now there is another big 
sexy country boy with his hands all 
over me.  Jack continues to lick me 
while Brandon strips down to nothing in 
a matter of seconds.  He climbs onto 
the bed with us, kneeling over me.  He 
pulls my dress down over my breasts 
leaving it bunched around my waist.  I 
moan as his hands find my breasts.  I 
reach up and grab his hard cock as it 
sways inches above my face and stroke 
it roughly.  Brandon groans as he leans 
over taking one of breasts into his 
mouth, his hot grainy tongue encircling 
my hard nipple as he sucks.  As he 
leans over me I take his cock between 
my lips and into my hot, wet mouth, 
hungrily. 
“Aahhhgghh!” he groans sitting up, 
allowing his cock to slide deep into my 
mouth.  I begin to suck him harder, as 
he strokes my breasts.  I’m in heaven 
with Brandon ’s cock in my mouth and 
his big hands on my chest, but I feel 
Jack suddenly stop eating me.  It was 
only a second later that I feel his 
familiar big rough hands pulling my 
dress down over my hips.  Now naked, I 
feel the head of Jack’s giant cock 
rubbing back and forth over my wet 
slit.  I hear him muttering some sort 
of X-rated warning.
I’m moaning and Brandon is thrusting 
his cock down my throat when Jack slams 
himself into me.  As all of Jack’s cock 
thrusts into me and hits my cervix I 
cry out.
Brandon’s cock leaves my mouth because 
I’m sure he thinks I’m going to bite 
him.  Jack is on top of me fucking me, 
my arms and legs wrapped around his 
back clinging to him tightly.  I 
scream, moaning in pleasure; my nails 
dig into the skin of his back.  Brandon 
is stroking his cock watching us.  Jack 
kisses hard me as he pounds into me.  
All I can do is hang on to him, my 
heels digging into his ass as he rams 
his cock into me with quick violent 
thrusts, moaning my name.  My eyes well 
up in ecstasy and tears stream down my 
face as I cum again.  I cry out 
helplessly, but Jack kisses me again, 
muting the sound.
A few minutes later - which felt like 
an eternity - Jack finally cums and 
pulls out of me, kissing me hard.  He’s 
still laying on me and we’re both 
watching Brandon stroking his cock.   
Jack looks at Brandon, then at me “Are 
you sure?” he says hesitantly. I give 
him the “are you crazy?  Of course I’m 
sure!” look.  He rolls his eyes “Okay 
man” he says getting off of me
Brandon giddily jumps off the bed and 
on top of me saying how hot I am – bla, 
bla - while Jack hands him a condom (I 
don’t know this guy… had to be safe!)
Jack sits down on the edge of the bed 
pulling me into his lap. I rested my 
shoulders against his chest as Brandon 
positioned himself between my legs and 
lifted my hips up to him.  Jack holds 
me tightly against him, one arm and 
hand crushing my breasts and the other 
just above my navel securing me against 
him.  I feel his cock hard again 
against my back as Brandon finally 
pushes his cock into me.  “Oooohhhh 
ddaaammmnnn..”  he moans as he slides 
in.  I feel my pussy shivering pleasure 
on his cock. I whimper biting my lip, 
pushing my cheek against Jacks big 
shoulder.
Brandon fucks me, slowly, sliding his 
cock almost entirely out of me, then 
pushing it back in, slamming his hips 
into my pubic bone.  Jack pulls my hair 
from my face kissing me as he holds me 
against him.  Brandon continues to fuck 
me, painfully slow, as if he was 
savoring every minute.  “Ahh… goddamn… 
you feel so good...” Brandon mutters as 
he pushes himself into me.  I wonder 
how he can feel anything with that 
rubber on. Brandon’s cock, despite its 
latex cage is making me crazy!
I’m so wet its pathetic; I realize how 
wet I must be getting as Jack starts to 
rub his cock around my ass making us 
both moan, using my own cum juices as 
his lubricant, while his pal keeps 
fucking me - still going painfully 
slow.  Jack slowly slides the thick 
head of his cock around my asshole 
using greater pressure, forcing me to 
cry out softly.  My pussy spasms around 
Brandon’s cock making him moan again 
“Ohh God!” he groaned.

 Brandon leans in and begins kissing 
me.  I kiss him back, our tongues 
playing gently together.  Jack pulls my 
face away from Brandon and kisses me.  
I feel the irritated glare Jack is 
giving to Brandon despite my eyes being 
shut.  I kiss Jack slowly lovingly, 
then reach over to Brandon pulling his 
lips to mine kissing him gently, my 
eyes never leaving Jack.  He smiles and 
kisses my shoulder in a silent truce.  
I leaned back against Jack letting 
Brandon ram his cock into me more, 
using my thighs as leverage. 

 I reach up pulling Jack’s face to mine 
and kiss him softly; I feel him still 
rubbing his cock around my ass.  “You 
okay?” I whisper softly into his neck.   
He grabbed my breast, caressing it 
gently pinching and tugging on my 
nipple and nodded yes.  Then he began 
pushing his cock around my ass more.  

I kiss Brandon, one arm around his 
neck, the other behind me around Jack’s 
and I feel him lift me up again and 
positioning his cock directly over my 
asshole - this is it, no more messing 
around!

I gasp in pleasure.   Brandon grabs me, 
lifts me up by my ass to help Jack get 
his big cock in me, all the while still 
in me.  Jack finally gets the head of 
his cock in my ass, we both moan 
loudly.  My legs wrap around Brandon’s 
waist so tight I’m sure I am cutting 
off circulation to his legs, but I 
still feel his condom-clad cock 
throbbing deep within me. Jack is no 
stranger to fucking my ass, so he knows 
he has to start off by entering me 
slowly. 

Brandon leans me back over toward Jack.  
He holds my hips up, slowly lowering my 
ass down on to him.  I’m silently 
gasping, biting my lower lip, my face 
in Brandon’s shoulder.  Jack lowers me 
down onto his cock slowly, gently 
sliding in and out of me.

I’m whimpering and Brandon tries not to 
move in me.  I begin to adjust to 
Jack’s cock in my ass and he starts to 
move it in and out again, slowly moving 
deeper in me, his cock getting harder 
with every thrust.  Brandon’s cock 
stays motionless, still buried deep in 
my throbbing pussy.   It hurts so bad 
and feels so good that beads of 
perspiration form on my back, I can 
feel my body throbbing and shuddering 
and I can do nothing to stop it.  
Finally, Jack slams me down onto him; 
his cock buried deep in me, my ass 
resting on his pelvic bone.  I can 
finally scream, and I do, roughly, my 
nails piercing the skin on Brandon ’s 
arms.

Jack comes close to orgasm and stops 
moving his cock in and out of me.  
Brandon takes the opportunity to begin 
fucking my pussy again, reveling in the 
new tension created by Jack’s huge cock 
just a few tissue layers away from his.

Brandon fucks the hell out of me; Jack 
continues to be sweet, holding me, 
keeping his hard cock motionless in my 
ass.  He whispers how good I feel and 
how hot I am as he fondles my breasts 
and pinches my nipples.  “This feels so 
good baby” he whimpers.  “Does it feel 
good?  Yea baby do you like it?”  All I 
can do is nod, my voice lost some where 
in the midst of everything.

Brandon just keeps pounding away at me 
and I think I’m about to pass out from 
the pain and the pleasure.  I begin to 
orgasm, my pussy clamping hard on 
Brandon’s cock, forcing him to cease 
his movements.  Jack cries out in 
pleasure as my anus strangles his dick.  
I screech loudly, shaking and moaning, 
throwing my head back onto his 
shoulder.  Jack kisses me hard, his 
tongue violently searching my mouth.  I 
moan softly into his kiss as I have the 
last spasms of my orgasm and my body 
goes limp.  The next moments are still 
blurs of orgasm-induced bliss.  

Brandon finally cums, crying out 
loudly.  He pulls out of me, kissing me 
hard on the mouth.  He stands there 
looking at us; I’m still on Jack’s lap 
still impaled on his stiff cock.  
Brandon smiles shyly pulling off the 
condom, and sits back in the chair 
still breathing heavily.

Jack pulls me off him, quickly wraps a 
sheet around me, and begins to push me 
toward the door. “’Night man…” he said 
sheepishly to Brandon as he wrapped his 
arms around me.  
“See you in the morning!” Brandon 
smiled.  I smiled at him and wave 
goodbye as Jack guided me out the door 
and across the hall to my room.  

“You have to stop doing this...” he 
mumbled as he lowered me down onto my 
bed with him.  

“Doing what?”  I giggle as I begin 
kissing his neck and throat softly, 
wrapping my legs around his hips, 
pulling him close to me.  “I’m just 
trying to have a little fun...” I push 
him off me and climb on top of him as 
he lay on his back.  We kiss deeply, so 
passionately I shiver.  I need to feel 
him in me.  Just him.  “You know you 
had fun, baby,” I said, slowly lowering 
myself onto him.  He smiled closing his 
eyes, groaning softly. “Come on baby,” 
I say softly rocking slowly up and down 
on him, grinding my pubic bone into 
his, my hands on his torso, “Admit it.”  
I whimpered as I felt him quickly 
swelling even larger within me. 

He gasped softly, leaning up taking one 
of my nipples into his mouth, sucking 
it roughly, flicking his tongue back 
and forth as he sucked.  “Ahh...” I 
moaned softly as his hands left my hips 
and crushed my breasts together 
massaging them roughly, kissing and 
teasing my nipples.  

“I don’t like to share you...” he 
murmured as he tongued my left nipple.  
“I know you liked it though,” he said 
as he thrust his cock up into me hard, 
making me cry out has its head jammed 
into my cervix.  He looked at me, 
smiling, and pulled me down to him 
kissing me.  He held me tightly against 
him, crushing my breasts against his 
chest and thrust hard into me, very 
quickly, making soundless cries leave 
my mouth.  “Did he make you cum, Lo?” 
he asked, kissing me hard.  “No,” I 
whimpered as I kissed him back, meeting 
his passion as he pounded himself up 
into me. 

I wrestled out of his grasp and sat up.  
He grabbed my hips as I began to ride 
him slowly.  “You didn’t like me 
sucking his cock, did you?”  I said, 
leaning back, arching my back so my 
breasts would be easier for him to 
touch.  

“No,” he said rubbing my clit with the 
thumb of his right hand and grasping my 
waist with his left.  I moaned as he 
pressed and massaged my button softly. 
I began to shiver, feeling an orgasm 
rushing forward.  Jack started pumping 
his hips up into me, feeling me 
beginning to cum.  “Cum for me, Lo,” he 
said, slamming my hips down onto him 
“cum hard - tell me how good it feels!”

I was whimpering and moaning, leaning 
back, my hands on his thighs as he 
pounded up into me.  I burst into 
orgasm letting out a loud gasping 
scream.  I collapsed on to his chest 
and spasmed as orgasm after orgasm 
racked through my body.  Jack groaned 
as my body squeezed his cock, milking 
it.  I shuddered, gasping for breath, 
my head in the crook of his neck; he 
stroked my hair and back, holding me 
close, kissing my neck.  I whimpered 
softly as he gently touched the skin on 
my back and he began to move in and out 
of my pussy again.   “Please...” I 
begged as he pushed into me.

“Shhhhh,” he said, holding my body down 
onto him, “let me feel you a little 
more...” He quickened his rhythm, 
fucking me harder.  My thighs were 
clenched around his waist.  He picked 
me up and laid me on my back and 
continued to thrust into me, kissing me 
hard, bruising my lips.  I moaned and 
whimpered, worn out from cumming but 
feeling my body again responding to 
his.  Jack put my legs on his shoulders 
and began pounding into me.  I watched 
him as he thrust into my body roughly, 
but lovingly.  He kissed me hard, 
moaning in my mouth, “Oh god Lola,” he 
moaned as he started to cum.  I cried 
out in pain and pleasure, feeling him 
bursting into my raw pussy.  

He rested on me, breathing heavily.  My 
legs slid off his shoulders and he 
rolled over onto his back.  I curled up 
next to him, my body sore from cumming.  
I was so exhausted I barely made it 
into his arms before my eyes were 
forced to close.  Jack held me close to 
him, both of us sweaty and exhausted.  
“I love you, Lo,” he said softly, “but 
you can’t keep doing this, OK?”

“I love you too” I whispered smiling, 
“but I can’t promise anything.”

“Good enough for me,” Jack laughed, 
pulling me closer to him.