From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Jam Session (MMMFF, orgy)
Date: 28 Jun 1996 15:12:07 GMT

			     Jam Session

	I'd like to relate an experience my two roommates and I had
last week. All three of us are still trying to catch our breath from the
eventful evening I am about to tell you about. Steve, Malcolm, and I
attend a music college up here in Canada. Having just finished a
jazz-band rehearsal late on Thursday afternoon, we were packing up our
instruments when Steve noticed a couple of dancers rehearsing in a
nearby studio. Always being heading the short distance home. In the
car, Malcolm and Sheryl were in the front, and Cindy was nestled
comfortably between Steve and myself in the back.

	Once home, Steve fixed drinks while Malcolm brought out some
Thai weed. I found myself happily enough on the love seat with my arm
around Cindy, facing Sheryl and Malcolm on the couch. We passed a
couple of joints around and this, along with the drinks, soon had us
laughing and chatting like old school chums.

	"What instrument do you play?" Cindy asked me. But before I
could tell her that I play bass, Steve interjected, "Hopefully,
someone else will play this instrument tonight!" The ice was broken.

	I pulled Cindy's mouth to mine, and we engaged in a passionate
kiss. Her hand wandered to the bulge in my jeans, and she began
massaging my crotch.

	I reached out for her small but firm breasts, but she was
already kissing her way down my chest toward finer treasures. I
watched in disbelief as she undid my jeans right there in front of my
two best friends. I half-expected the others to be staring at us, but
when I looked up, I saw Sheryl straddling Malcolm's legs with her
skirt bunched up around her waist-she wasn't wearing any panties! But
there was Steve?

	He was behind Cindy, rubbing her pussy through her tight
jeans. I watched in ecstasy as she pulled my cock out from my
unbuttoned fly and wrapped one hand around it. She began pumping with
one hand and licking the head with her tongue. Her other hand pulled
back the foreskin, and her red lips encircled the large swollen purple
helmet.

	By now, Malcolm had Sheryl lying back on the couch, and was
having a feast. I watched as she held his head of hair in her hands
and pushed her pelvis against his face. The combination of seeing two
people in such ecstasy and the sensation of Cindy's head bobbing in my
lap began to make me feel dizzy. I knew I was going to come soon, but
I wanted it to last much longer.

	It took all of my concentration to push Cindy's head back and
pull out of her mouth. This gave Steve the time he needed to pull
Cindy's sweater off, letting her boobs dangle free (she wasn't wearing
a bra). I stood up and ripped my clothes off as Cindy unbuttoned her
jeans, leaving only her drenched panties on. We engaged in another
long passionate kiss, and I felt my cock getting squeezed against her
tummy. Steve and I then pulled the love seat down into a futon and
Cindy lay back on it.

	"I want you," she breathed, and I lay down on top of her, my
cock pushing her panties into her slit. She reached down and pulled
the crotch of her panties to one side. "Eat me," she pleaded. I knew
she was mine, and wanting to withhold my own orgasm, I readily
obliged. I slid down her legs until I was level with the object of my
desire. I pulled her panties back up and began rubbing her through the
fabric. She moaned and squirmed in pleasure. I looked up to see her
guiding Steve's hand to her soft tits.

	After a few minutes of intense oral sex, Cindy was bucking
against my face.

	Steve had, during this time, shoved his cock into her mouth
and was pumping for all he was worth. Cindy was very wet, and I rubbed
her clit between my fingers while I plunged my tongue deep within her
pussy.

	At this time, I noticed that Sheryl was literally screaming
from the other side of the room, "Stick it up inside me! Fuck me!
Hard, Malcolm! Fuck my cunt!"

	Cindy was bucking furiously in orgasmic delight, and Steve was
grunting as he let it go in her mouth. Now it was my turn! I let Cindy
recover for a bit while Steve fell asleep next to the futon. I turned
and watched Malcolm ramming his rod into Sheryl's hole. She was still
on top of him, facing away, so I got a perfect view of him thrusting
deep into her love box.

	She was bouncing up and down, yelling, "Oh, Malcolm, Fuck me
hard! Stick it up me! Oh, honey! Inside, baby! Deeper! Deeper! Fuck
me!" Malcolm grabbed Sheryl's waist and held her tight as he shot his
hot come up inside her. He arched his back and brought the two of them
off the couch, yelling in ecstasy.

	Now I turned back to Cindy, who was just recovering from her
intense orgasm. Steve's come was dribbling out her mouth, and she
wiped it off with the back of her arm. She sat up and noticed my own
massive erection.

	"Ooh, baby," she said, "all that and you're still hard and
horny!" I asked her to get down on all fours and she eagerly did so. I
got behind her on my knees and rubbed the top of my shaft on the wet
fur between her legs. She told me she was ready, and I slowly slid the
head of my dick inside her warm, damp hole.

	It was a tight fit and she let out a small moan, but I took it
easy and soon she had me to the hilt.

	I pulled out slowly and pushed in again, increasing the tempo
gradually. She would push back on as I pushed in, and started feeling
my sliding in and out with one of her hands. She traced a fingernail
along the bottom of my shaft and tickled my balls, I noticed her
lovely dancer's legs were curling up behind me, and her ankles brushed
my butt. The rhythm was increasing, and I found that she seemed to
like me to push up as well.

	With her ass high in the air, I began to pump furiously. "Talk
to me like Sheryl," I gasped. I could barely speak, but I wanted that
extra stimulus.

	"Do it, baby!" she begged, "I want it all!" I fucked her hard
for all I was worth. "Aah, yes! Yes! Come inside me, baby!" I did.

	Cindy banged against me like an animal while I pumped blob
after blob deep inside her. I shuddered in an utterly intense orgasm.
I collapsed backward and fell out of her.

	When I woke up, the girls had gone, and Steve and Malcolm were
leaving for school, "Hurry up, shithead!" Steve called. "There's some
dancers waiting after jazz band, and they're bringing a friend!" But
that's another story.