Chapter Thirty-Five: A Visit to Boston
I couldn't believe that I was doing this, but it was time for me to start picking colleges. I had pretty good grades, despite all the time and energy that my extracurricular activities took, and I knew I had a pretty good chance of getting into the university of my choice. I was looking at three or four of them, but the one that I really wanted to go to was in Boston, on the east coast. It was far from home, and I wasn't quite sure how I would make the transition, but I guess that was what college was about.
I wanted to go visit the colleges that I was planning to apply to, to see what they were like up close and personal. I planned a trip to the four colleges that I wanted to look at, starting with my Boston pick. My father couldn't come with me, because he had to work, but my mother was going with me. In addition to that, it turned out that all the Harrisons would be joining me as well.
"Kari and Helen are going to go on your trip, too," Cheri had told me one night during dinner at her house.
"Why?" I asked.
"Well, Kari has applied to the same schools that you have, and Helen has applied to two of them, so it makes sense to all do the trip together," Cheri said.
I turned to Kari and asked, "You applied to the same schools? Which one do you want?"
"The one that you go to, of course!" she replied, looking at me like I had two heads.
"But ..." I sputtered.
"Did you really think that you were going to be rid of me when you went off to school? I stayed here for you, and I'll have my associate's degree when I transfer, but I've worked hard to get excellent grades so that I would be sure I'd get into whatever school that you get into."
I sat back and thought for a minute. I knew that she had stayed in town for me, but I never correlated it to what would happen when I went away.
"You really are dense sometimes," Helen told me. "I could have told you last year that this was going to happen."
"But what if they don't have the major that you want?" I asked Kari.
"I'm not that set on one thing yet," she said. "I'm sure I'll find something. Don't worry about me getting in your way," Kari assured me. "I'll be available when you want me, but I won't get in your way when you don't."
I sat back and just shook my head.
"I've already spoken to Mary about this," Cheri said. "We've got the hotel rooms and airplanes booked."
I gave up to the greater forces of women, and accepted the inevitable. I didn't necessarily do it gracefully, however. For weeks I had conversation after conversation, however the end result was the same as when Kari decided not to go away to college. Finally, my father reminded me of the futility of my efforts, and I ceased trying, accepting that this would not be the worst turn of events.
I'd flown before, and I never particularly liked it when I was stuck in the middle seat. The flight to Boston, I was in the middle seat, yet I didn't mind it at all. I guess that having Cheri on my left and Kari on my right helped with that.
The little minxes had dressed to tease. Both were wearing short, loose skirts and button down shirts, but Cheri was wearing a man's shirt, while Kari was wearing a woman's, which, given that they kept quite a few buttons undone, meant that either way I looked I was able to affirmatively ascertain that neither was wearing a bra.
Both of them claimed to be nervous at takeoff, and each held one of my hands tightly to their bodies. I would have been more inclined to sympathize with their fears if they hadn't been grinding my hands to their crotches. It was a night flight, and after a quick meal, the lights were dimmed and people went to sleep. I, however, was not given the chance to sleep.
Shortly after covering themselves with blankets, my two sexy ladies grabbed my hands again, this time proving by touch that they were wearing no underwear whatsoever. I obliged their unspoken request, and soon I had two fingers of each hand well moistened. The two of them had their heads on my shoulders, quietly panting. Or so I thought.
My mother, who was in the row behind us with Helen, stood up and leaned over my seat. "Son," she said quietly, "unless you want everyone in the plane to know what you are doing, you might want to consider gagging your little sluts."
I turned to her, looking in her eyes, my hands not stopping their activities, and said, "I'd love to, but I don't really have anything to do it with."
"Use their panties," she suggested.
"I'd love to, but they seem to have left them at home. Perhaps I can use yours?"
She smiled evilly, and said, "Give me a minute."
She sat back down and I heard whispering from the row behind. I couldn't really pay too much attention, because two hands, one from either side, worked together to undo my pants, and both of them were slowly pumping my cock.
A short time later, my mother was back. "I can see that your hands our busy, so I'll just help out a little. These are for Kari," she whispered, and she turned Kari's head away from the aisle so our across the way neighbors couldn't see what she was doing before she pushed a tiny pair of panties, crotch first, into Kari's mouth.
She then moved to Cheri's sideand pushed another pair into her mouth. She whispered to Cheri, "Your daughter says that since it is your actions that got her that wet, she hopes you like her taste." Cheri's eyes opened wide, and it was a good thing that she was gagged as she groaned in orgasm. My mother reached forward and into Kari's shirt and squeezed her nipple hard, which caused Kari to follow her mother into orgasm.
"Thanks for the help, Mom," I said.
"No problem," she replied, kissing my cheek before settling back into her chair.
A few minutes later, my girls had recovered, and their hands began moving on my cock again. "While that feels amazing, I think you'd better stop. As messy as you are," I told them, pulling my hands out and licking my fingers off, "I make more of a mess."
They groaned disappointedly in stereo, but they did as I instructed. A little bit later, I got up and went to the bathroom. After relieving myself and washing my hands, I started to return to my seat, however as soon as I opened the restroom door Cheri pushed me back into the bathroom. I had picked the one bathroom on the plane with some space, in the center of the plane, so there was room for both of us. About three seconds after she locked the door, both pieces of clothing were off of her and she was down on her knees in front of me, retrieving my cock.
She slurped it up, and as talented as her tongue was, I was hard again in just a few minutes. She stood up and leaned over the small counter. She looked back at me and told me, "Kari and I flipped for it, and she lost, so I get to induct you into the mile high club."
I always believe in extracurricular activities, so I was willing to join this club. I took the half step forward and slid all the way into her. She groaned, then reached down and pulled something out of the pocket of her discarded skirt. She shoved it into her mouth, and I saw that it was the pair of panties.
I pulled her head back with her hair so that I could look at her in the mirror. "You really are a nasty slut, aren't you?" I reached forward and used the dispenser to get soap all over my thumb, which I promptly and roughly shoved up Cheri's ass.
"There's a boy young enough to be your son, younger than your oldest daughter, in fact fucking your oldest daughter, who is plugging both your sloppy cunt and your dirty ass, while you've got your youngest daughter's pussy in your mouth. How nasty is that?"
Her eyes got wider, then squeezed closed as she screamed into panties and came. While she might have gotten her rocks off, I wasn't quite ready, so I pounded her for another few minutes, reaching forward to maul her breasts and pinch her nipples. She had two more orgasms before I came in her.
I stood there panting for a minute, then pulled out. Cheri slumped to the floor. I moved my cock to her face, rubbing it clean all over her face. I tucked it back in and washed my hands, while Cheri lay on the floor, panties still in her mouth.
I crouched down over her and told her, "You are not to clean up at all. You may put your skirt and shirt back on, but you are not to button or tie your shirt in any way. It should cover you, but be open."
I stood up and unlocked the door. "Oh, and you might want to lock this after I leave."
I opened the door, and a flight attendant was standing there smirking. The smirk dropped off her face as I started to move away and she saw Cheri on the floor, naked, cum dripping out of her red pussy, panties gagging her mouth. She rushed into the bathroom and asked, "Ma'am, are you OK?"
Cheri pulled the panties out of her mouth, her face reddening, and said, "Yes, I'm fine. Really."
The flight attendant looked back at me, but I just shrugged and walked away. I moved in carefully, trying not to wake Kari. When I was seated, however, Kari turned and snuggled into my neck, dropping her hand onto my crotch. I was going to move her hand, but I liked how it felt. A few minutes later, a disheveled Cheri climbed past me and collapsed into the seat next to me.
"You really are a bastard," she said, though her voice was tired, not angry.
"What happened?" I asked.
"After you left, the flight attendant came in, closed the door behind her and helped me sit on the toilet seat. She kept asking if I was OK. I had to explain that it was consensual, and that I was not attacked. She asked about the panties, and I explained that I had to gag myself or I would have screamed. She offered to help me get cleaned up, and I had to tell her that I couldn't. She tried to help me get into the panties, and I had to explain that they were not mine. It was humiliating!"
"Are you ready to cum again?" I asked.
"Maybe," she acknowledged.
Just then, the flight attendant came up with a glass of ice water in her hand. She looked curiously at me and at Kari, particularly Kari's hand. "I thought you might need some water," she said, handing the glass to Cheri.
"Thank you very much," Cheri said.
"Is he your son?" the flight attendant asked.
"No, his mother is in the next row," Cheri told her.
She glanced back to where Mom was sleeping and then pointed to Kari and asked, "And her?"
"She's my daughter," Cheri said.
"Both of you?" the flight attendant asked.
"One of us couldn't keep up with him," Cheri lied.
The flight attendant looked at me and I just shrugged.
"My name is Karrin. If you need anything else, just ring."
I watched Karrin's ass as she walked away. "Do you want her?" Cheri asked.
"What?" I replied, my attention shifting from Karrin's ass to Cheri.
"Do you want her?" Cheri asked again.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You could have her, you know," Cheri said.
I glanced over to the front galley, where Karrin kept glancing at us. "Very tempting," I said, "but it's me that can't keep up with you!"
"Whatever!" she said, then put her hand next to Kari's and snuggled into my neck. The only thing better would be if we were naked. Just before I drifted off, I noticed Karrin slowly walking past us, looking the two hands caressing my cock.
I heard some vague whispering in my sleep just before Kari shook me awake. "What?" I asked.
"It's my turn," she told me.
"Your turn for what?" I asked.
"My turn in the bathroom," she said. "You go first."
I stretched and glanced at Cheri, who had a broad smile on her face. "Give me three minutes," I told Kari. "I need to actually use the bathroom."
"Do you need help?" she asked.
"If you helped, I wouldn't be able to use the bathroom for its actual purpose," I reminded her.
"Oh well," she said with a grin.
I gave her a little kiss, then climbed over her, walking back to bathroom. I saw Karrin watching me, and I winked at her. I got to the restrooms and got into my favorite one; it would have been really difficult to accomplish in one of the smaller ones. I rid myself of the extra fluids and washed my hands, then opened the door. Kari was standing there, and she pushed me in. Before she closed the door, she turned and winked at Karrin.
Kari flowed into my arms and all thoughts of Karrin were gone. She kissed me hard for a few minutes, then pulled back and slipped out of her clothes. "My mother may have gotten you initiated into the Mile High Club first, but I'm going to be the first ass you take over a mile high."
She turned around and bent over the counter, pouring soap on her hands. She reached behind her and started lubricating her asshole, pushing one, then two fingers in. Then she poured more soap on her hand, and stroked my cock, which I had exposed when I dropped my pants.
She put both her hands behind her and spread her cheeks. "Do me!" she moaned.
I nestled the tip of my cock up against her little hole and pushed. She groaned, and I realized that she didn't have a gag. Oh, well. I stroked in out with little pushed, going a little farther each time. In no time I was buried completely in her, and I started lengthening the strokes. She reached under her and started fiddling with her clit.
"Fill my ass, fill my ass," she kept grunting. "Oh god, I'm going to cum!"
"Don't scream!" I warned her. She tried hard, but she wasn't completely quiet; I just hoped there was no one standing right outside the door. Her ass squeezing around my cock drained the cum from me. I held her hips as she came down from her orgasm. She folded her hands under her head on the counter and just laid there breathing heavily. I pulled out and Kari slipped to the floor. I got some towels and wiped my dick off, but Kari was not making any move to get up.
I started to pick up her clothes for her when she said, "Leave them. Go back to the seat. If that flight attendant is out there, leave the door open a crack, otherwise close it and I'll get myself together."
"You and your mother make a dangerous team!" I said, kissing her on her nose.
I stood up and opened the door, and sure enough, the hallway was empty except for Karrin. I nodded and said, "Karrin," acknowledging her presence before going back to my seat. I saw Karrin begin to move towards the bathroom.
"What did you do to my daughter?" Cheri asked.
"Just what she wanted," I told her.
I sat back and Cheri snuggled into me, her hand slipping onto my cock again. A few minutes later, Kari came and sat down, Karrin helping her into the seat.
"Any more trips to the bathroom?" she asked me.
I looked her up and down slowly and said, "You tell me."
She looked flustered for a moment, then said laughed. "You're a dangerous kid, aren't you?"
"I repeat, you tell me."
She just smiled and walked away. "What happened when he left?" Cheri asked.
"She came in almost immediately, saw me naked on the floor, and closed the door. She asked me if I was OK, and I told her yes, but I'd have a hard time sitting down for a while. She didn't look like she knew what I was talking about, but when I got up and turned around, she saw the cum dripping from my ass. She helped me into my skirt and then gave me my shirt, then walked me back."
Karrin came back with a glass of water for Kari. "Thanks," Kari said.
"No problem," she said.
When the plane landed, we walked out past Karrin. "Come back any time," Karrin said. I hoped that I would have a flight with her again.
When we checked in the hotel, I discovered that my mother had booked two adjoining rooms, one for Helen and my mother and one for me, Cheri and Karen. When I asked my mother about it she said, "They would just end up in your bed anyway, so I figured why not save the effort and money of booking a third room. Helen agreed."
I raised an eyebrow to Helen and she said, "Your mother's right. Those two sluts are going to be at you all night, so why fight it?"
"And you're just going to be one room over?" I asked.
"I've heard you all fucking before," Helen explained. "Hell, I've seen it! At least I'll be with one other person who's not after your cock!"
I looked at my mother, who had the grace to blush.
It was early in the morning, but I was beat. I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, but we had anticipated being tired, so the first day was for rest and for seeing Boston. After unpacking, I stripped to my underwear and got into bed. Before I fell asleep, Cheri and Kari stripped, then pulled my undies off as they got into bed. My mother walked in through the connecting door when they had them around my knees.
"Oh, I see you're already busy. I was just going to tell you that Helen and I were going down to get some coffee and pastries, and I wanted to know if you wanted any."
Helen peeked in behind Mom and said, "Jeez, didn't you have enough on the plane?"
"These two nymphos probably haven't, but I have. I need to go to sleep!" I said. I looked at the two naked women in bed with me and said, "No playing with my cock!"
"Sheesh!" Helen exclaimed, leaving the room.
Cheri and Kari obeyed, and I quickly fell asleep.
I guess that my two nymphos couldn't help themselves, because I woke up with a nail gently dragging along the underside of my cock. "I told you not to touch it!" I grumbled sleepily.
"You told them, not me," I heard my mother say. My eyes popped open and I saw her sitting on the other side of Kari, her fingernail going up and down my clock. "Plus, your body probably didn't mean it, given that it was like this when I walked in." She gave my cock a quick squeeze. "Now get up and get your two slaves up too. We need to go see Boston!"
I did as she asked, but before we left I called Sandy, who attended the school we were visiting. She was excited to hear me, and she invited herself to dinner, even recommending the restaurant. We left and went around Boston, not visiting the tourist attractions, but getting a feel for the school and its surrounding community. We checked out a Realtor and figured out the best places to live and the available accommodations. It would be interesting to see how we would figure out living arrangements with Kari coming as well.
At the appointed time, we arrived at the restaurant. We hung out in the entryway until Sandy arrived. She walked through the door, saw us and squealed, running up to me and jumping into my arms, giving me a 120 volt kiss. She released me and said, "God, I've missed you." Then she noticed my mother standing next to me, smiling, and said, "Sorry Mrs. Alexander."
My mother just smiled more broadly and said, "Call me Mary, and don't worry about it. I'm in the room next to Jake's, and unless I'm mistaken, I'm going to be hearing a lot more than kissing coming from there tonight."
Sandy smiled mischievously and said, "I can find another place for us."
"Not a problem," my mother said, hugging Sandy hello.
Someone cleared her throat behind Sandy, and I looked up to see another pretty girl, roughly Sandy's age, standing there. "Oh, sorry, I got distracted," Sandy explained.
"I could see that," the girl said.
"Everyone, this is my roommate Natasha," Sandy said. "I hope that you don't mind that I invited her along. She's heard quite a bit about Jake, and wanted to meet him. Natasha, this is Karen. She's also a JG." She wrapped her arms around Kari and told her, "It's good to see you again."
"This is Helen, Kari's sister. Hi, Helen."
"This is Mrs. Harrison, Karen and Helen's mother." She waved.
"Cheryl," Cheri said.
"This is Mrs. .... I mean Mary, Jake's mom. And finally, this is the Jake."
"Hello Natasha," I said, holding out my hand. "Don't believe half of what Sandy told you about me. She's just an excitable girl."
"Half is still impressive," she said with a cute little smile. Natasha was about 5' 5" with hair to just above her shoulders, cut close to her head, streaked through with red and purple streaks. She had a bunch of earrings in each ear, and I thought I saw a tongue stud when she spoke, but I wasn't sure. When she took my hand, rather than shaking it, I lifted her hand and kissed it. She blushed slightly.
We were seated at our table and we ordered our food. "So, which of you are thinking of coming here?" Natasha asked us.
"All of us," Helen replied, "though I think it's higher on Jake's list than mine."
"And you Karen?" she asked.
Helen laughed and the mothers smiled. Natasha asked, "What's funny about that?"
"Karen will go wherever Jake picks," Helen said.
"Really?" Natasha asked. Kari just nodded. I'd given up trying to change her mind, or even being embarrassed about it anymore.
"Where are you from, Natasha?" I asked.
"New York," she replied.
"Are you Russian?" I asked.
"No," she said with a little embarrassed smile. "If you can believe it, my parents really liked Rocky and Bullwinkle."
"Seriously?" I asked.
"Seriously," she replied. "Now I have to go through life as a Natasha."
"You don't like the name?" I asked.
"I've had issues with it, but it's grown on me," she said. "So this is one of your top picks?"
"Yes, probably my top school," I said.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because Sandy's here," I said with a smile.
"Liar!" Sandy said with a smile. "Though that's going to get you a little more sugar tonight!"
"Well, it's one of the reasons!" I countered. "It's always good to have friends that will show you the ropes."
"Be careful of what Sandy shows you. Your grades may end up suffering," Natasha said.
"Why's that?" I asked.
"She's a bit of a party animal," Natasha said.
"My grades are still fine!" Sandy argued. "Plus, isn't freshman year when you're supposed to cut loose?"
"I wouldn't know," I replied.
"You will," Sandy promised.
"Must you be so sure in front of me?" Mom asked with a pained look.
"Sorry," Sandy said, not very contritely.
The conversation continued over dinner, with both Sandy and Natasha giving me their views on the university, the pros and the cons. Over dessert, as the conversation lulled, I asked Natasha, "So what do you think?"
"About what?" she asked.
"About me," I replied. "Do I live up to expectations?"
"Actually," she said with an appraising look, "No. Don't get me wrong, you seem like a very nice kid, but I don't understand some of the stories that Sandy's told me."
"To be honest, I don't either," I confided.
"You'll see!" Sandy assured Natasha. "If he comes here, you'll see."
"I'll be a small fish in a big pond," I reminded Sandy.
She leaned forward and said mischievously, "And I'll bet you'll enjoy eating all the other little fish!"
"Hello! Jake's mother here!" Mom said exasperatedly.
"Sorry," Sandy said, finally looking embarrassed.
"I know that my son has a rich and varied sexual life, and I'm happy for him, but you don't have to rub my nose in it when my husband isn't here to take care of me afterwards!"
"Sorry," Sandy repeated, this time with a smile.
After the check had been paid, Sandy suggested that Kari, Helen, and I walk Natasha back to their dorm. "You'll get to see what it's like to live in a dorm," she advised.
We agreed, and we took a leisurely walk from the restaurant to the dorm. They showed us around, and I wasn't particularly impressed. The facilities were a bit industrial, and privacy was non-existent. I guess it was a good place to socialize and meet all sorts of interesting people, but I wasn't looking forward to it.
When we were ready to leave, Sandy grabbed a little bag and told Natasha, "Don't wait up!"
Helen shook her head, but Kari just smiled. "See you tomorrow," Natasha told her. Turning to me, she held out her hand and said, "It was very nice to meet you, Jake."
I ignored her hand and gave her a hug, kissing her cheek. "I hope we get to meet again," I told her truthfully.
"Me too," she said, blushing slightly.
"He grows on you, doesn't he?" Sandy asked Natasha.
"Just go get what you've been looking forward to this whole day!" Natasha told her, shooing us out.
We got a cab back to the hotel, with Sandy on my lap the whole time. When we got up to our rooms, I saw that Cheri had already moved her stuff out of the room. Kari started gathering her stuff up, but Sandy said, "Jake, tell her to stay."
"Why?" I asked.
"I've learned a few things in school, and I'd like to show them to you." She advanced on me and gave me one of her patented, soul-searing kisses. Then she turned to Kari and stalked her down. She wrapped her arms around Kari and gave her a kiss too. She leaned back, not unwrapping her arms and said, "Last time I did this, I didn't know what to do, and I didn't like the taste."
"And now?" Kari asked.
"I've learned a lot, and I've acquired the taste," Sandy replied, before moving back into a kiss, her hand coming up to cup one of Kari's wonderful breasts.
When they came up for air, Sandy pulled back slightly, looking intently at Kari while instructing me, "Tell her to strip!"
"Obey her," I told Kari.
She pulled away and started removing her clothing. Sandy was taking off hers, as well, and both of them were ignoring me. Sandy soon had Kari on the bed, legs spread, panting. Sandy looked over her shoulder at me and said, "Do me. Do me now!"
As I approached her from behind, shedding my clothes, Sandy pushed her face into Kari's crotch. "Oh, god, she got good at this!" Kari exclaimed.
I knelt behind Sandy, but before I inserted myself I slapped her hard on her ass. The answering moan from Sandy proved she still enjoyed a good spanking. I slipped into her, pushing her face into Kari, which Kari indicated she enjoyed with lusty moans. I set up a slow, even pace, punctuating it occasionally with another slap on her ass.
Kari groaned and grabbed Sandy's head, grunting through a hard orgasm. I kept up my pace as Sandy brought Kari through another orgasm, when Kari pulled Sandy's head away and screamed, "No more!"
Sandy laid her head on Kari's stomach until Kari started wiggling down under Sandy. Soon they were breast to breast, kissing each other. I felt Kari's fingers touching Sandy where we were connected. Soon it was Sandy's turn to orgasm, though she was far from quiet. With a shriek, she collapsed onto Kari. I grabbed her hips before she could pull away from me, and in another dozen strokes I was cumming into Sandy.
We all collapsed in a heap, until Kari pushed me off of them, then flipped Sandy on her back, then returning the treatment that she had gotten earlier, sucking my cum out of Sandy and causing her to shriek through another orgasm.
After she had recovered, Sandy crawled to me and said, "Did you see what I did? I've become a nasty bi-sexual slut. I've been a really, really bad girl, I deserve to be punished!" She then crawled over my lap and looked expectantly at me. I obliged her wishes, and by the time I felt that she was punished enough, my cock was poking her stomach. I flipped her onto her back and pushed into her hard, fucking her with all my strength. After the spanking that she had received, she came quickly, but I did not slow down.
She pushed my chest and gasped, "Wait!"
I slammed myself deep into her and stopped, asking, "Why?"
"Fuck her! I want to see you fuck her!" she exclaimed, pointing at Kari.
I rolled off and pounced on Kari, pinning her to the bed. I shoved my rampant cock into her and began pumping with the same energy that I had in Sandy. Sandy moved next to us and grabbed one of Kari's nipples between her lips. I couldn't keep the pace that I was going at for long, and soon I was spurting my load into Kari.
I collapsed on top of Kari, when I felt a smack on my ass. "Move it, buster!" Sandy demanded.
I rolled off of Kari, and Sandy was immediately there, licking the dripping cum from her inflamed pussy. She used her fingers to scoop out more of our combined cum and then she licked her fingers off, repeating until there was only Kari juice left. She attacked Kari with her tongue until Kari grunted through orgasm again, then she crawled next to me, kissed me and fell asleep. Kari struggled to move up behind Sandy, kissing her shoulder before she too fell asleep.
"Wakey, wakey," I heard Sandy whispering as she kissed my neck.
"You want more?" I groaned.
"Yes, but you need to take me home now," she said.
I glanced at the clock and saw that it was just after 4:00. I groaned, but complied. I went to the bathroom to freshen up a little, then came out to find Sandy ready to go. "I just need to let my mother know where I'll be," I told her.
I covered Kari's eyes with a pillow and turned the lights on. I walked over to the connecting door and opened it. Through the crack I could see my mother and Cheri lying in bed together. The sheet had slipped down and my mother was nude from the waist up, while Cheri was completely uncovered. I walked over to my mother's side of the bed.
"Mom," I whispered, shaking her gently. She didn't wake up, so I took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed lightly, whispering her name to her. "Mary, I have something to tell you."
"What?" she asked with a little purr.
"I like the way your nipple feels, Mom," I said.
Her eyes jerked open. "What's good for the goose is good for the gander," I said.
She brushed my hand away and asked, "Is something wrong?"
"I'm going to take Sandy home now," I informed her. "I'll be back later."
"OK," she said. "Maybe you can wake me again in the morning?" She winked and rolled over onto Cheri.
I stood up and walked back towards my room. I was surprised when I saw Sandy standing by the door looking in at my mother and Cheri.
"Did I see what I thought I saw?" she asked me as I closed the door.
"Um, what did you think you saw?" I asked guiltily.
"Is Karen's mom a JG too?" she asked. So she hadn't seen me fondling my mother, but she did see Cheri's JG tattoo.
"Yes, but please don't spread it around," I told her.
"And is the fact that it's a tattoo imply that she's a slave like Karen is?" she pressed.
"Yes," I replied simply.
"She sleeps with you in here, doesn't she?" she asked. I nodded.
"I wish I had known; I wouldn't have kicked her out of her bed," she told me.
"Corrupting one of my slaves with your evil tongue is enough," I told her with a swat on her ass. "Let's get you home!"
Sandy grabbed her things and we went down to the front door. The doorman got us a cab, which we took to Sandy's dorm. When we got there, she said, "Please come up with me for a minute."
"How will I get a cab back?" I asked
"I'll call you one," she said.
"Didn't you get enough already?" I asked.
"Never," she said nibbling on my ear. "Besides, I want to show you something."
"OK," I said, paying the driver.
She took me upstairs, and when reaching the door to her room whispered, "Be vewy, vewy quiet."
She opened the door and pulled me into the dark room. She walked over to a desk and flipped on a small lamp which cast a soft glow around the room. The room was a typical dorm room, a bed against each side wall, two desks under the window and a couple of dressers. Sandy's bed was on the right, or so I assumed based on the fact that Natasha was sleeping on the bed to the left.
Sandy pulled me to the foot of Natasha's bed and said, "Look at this!" She took the bottom of the sheet covering Natasha and slowly pulled it down. Natasha was lying on her back, so the movement of the sheet first uncovered her breasts, which were adorned with posts through her nipples. When her navel was exposed, I saw that she had a jewel pierced through that as well. As the sheet passed her hips, I saw that she had shaved her pubic hair to a V, but the surprising thing about it was its color; she had dyed her pubic hair purple, to match the streaks on her head.
Sandy whisked the sheet completely off, leaving Natasha nude on the bed. Then she moved Natasha's legs apart, giving me a view of her shaved lips. Sandy spread Natasha's lips, pointing out the ring pierced through Natasha's clit. "She's thinking of getting a bunch of labial rings too," Sandy whispered to me. Then she moved a chair to the head of Natasha's bed and motioned for me to sit down.
Sandy stepped over to her bed and quickly removed her clothing before moving back to Natasha's bed and climbing in between her roommate's legs. She gave me a sly look before slipping her face down and beginning to lick. It was only moments before Natasha started to moan, and not long after that before she wrapped her fingers in Sandy's hair.
"Oh, like that!" Natasha moaned. "What happened? Your boyfriend got you all worked up, and you're going to take it out on me?"
Sandy pulled away briefly and whispered, "Jake took good care of me; I just thought I'd return the favor to you."
Then Natasha pulled her face closer, cutting off anything else Sandy had to say. "Talk later, lick now!" Natasha urged.
Sandy worked Natasha up almost to the point of orgasm, when I saw Natasha trying to grind her hips into Sandy. "Why are you stopping?" Natasha cried. "I'm almost there! Make me cum!"
Sandy managed to pull her head away and say, "Only if you promise me something."
"Anything!" Natasha moaned. "Just finish me!" Natasha took her fingers out of Sandy's hair and tried manipulating herself, but Sandy pushed her hands away.
"Anything at all?" Sandy asked mischievously.
"Anything!" Natasha affirmed.
"I want you to suck Jake off," Sandy informed her roommate.
"What!?" Natasha exclaimed. I almost echoed her, but I realized that Natasha still wasn't aware that I was in the room, and I wanted to see where Sandy was going with this.
"I want him to feel what your tongue stud does to a cock when you blow it," Sandy said, nibbling lightly on Natasha's clitoral ring.
"But he's your boyfriend," Natasha complained weakly.
"No he's not. He's Jake," Sandy explained.
"Fine, I'll do it, just finish me off!" Natasha concurred.
"Any time I want?" Sandy asked teasingly.
"Yes!" Natasha exclaimed, wrapping her fingers in Sandy's hair again and pulling her in. This time Sandy didn't fight it, and in just seconds Natasha was arching her back and grunting softly as she came.
After she collapsed, Sandy continued lapping lightly. "You are an evil, evil bitch," Natasha told Sandy.
"I know," Sandy replied. "It's a good thing that you like pussy licking bitches!" Then she dove her head back in, licking and sucking some more, starting Natasha back up the hill to another orgasm.
"Are you ... really ... going to make me ... suck off Jake?" Natasha panted.
"Absolutely," came the muffled reply from Sandy. A blush started spreading across Natasha's chest as she worked her way closer to a cum.
"In fact," Sandy said, pulling away from Natasha's cunt, "I want you to suck him off now."
"You're going to make me go over to his hotel at this time of night, in this state?" Natasha asked incredulously.
"No," Sandy replied, taking a swipe with her tongue at Natasha's clit. "He's right behind you."
Natasha whipped her head around and shrieked, quickly covering her breasts with one arm and her pussy with her other hand. I held my hands up in front of me and told her, "This was not my idea!"
Natasha had pulled herself up to a sitting position, and she glared down at Sandy, who was lying on her side, a Cheshire grin on her face. "You promised," she told Natasha.
"You are such a bitch!" Natasha spit, though there was a small smile starting to play across her lips.
"We already agreed about that," Sandy reminded Natasha. "Nevertheless, a promise is a promise."
Natasha grabbed a pillow and threw it at Sandy with a grin. "Fine, but I am so going to get you back!" she exclaimed. Natasha sat up, uncovering herself to my gaze.
"Don't worry, I'm not mad at you, just surprised," Natasha told me. "Now drop your pants and get over here!"
Natasha got up on her knees and helped me pull my clothes off. When my cock sprang into view, she grabbed it and said, "Nice!" Then, looking up at me, she stuck her tongue out, exposing the stud running through it, and she ran her tongue from the base to the tip of my cock. Sandy was right; it was an interesting feeling.
Never taking her eyes off of me, Natasha began working on me in earnest, sucking my cock into her mouth as her tongue snaked all around it. I had already cum three times tonight, so I was quite surprised at the speed at which Natasha was able to extract a mouthful of cum from me.
"Don't swallow!" Sandy exclaimed as she saw me pumping into Natasha's mouth. She pulled Natasha's head around and told her, "Share, you greedy bitch!" She stuck her tongue into Natasha's mouth, and I could see the small amount of cum that I had deposited moving back and forth.
When they had swallowed their share, both of them dropped back onto Natasha's bed. I had already dropped into the chair, so we all sat back and recovered.
"You know, Sandy, that was a pretty nasty trick to play," I told her. "You've been a very bad girl." Sandy looked up at me sharply and shook her head. I ignored her plea and spoke to Natasha. "It seems that Sandy has been spreading information about me around. Also, she's been pretty mean to you."
"It's OK," Natasha said. "If I didn't want to, I wouldn't have done that."
"Nevertheless, I'm going to share one of Sandy's secrets with you, something to punish her with."
"No, Jake, don't!" Sandy said nervously.
"But you were such a bad girl! Don't you deserve it?" I asked.
I could see fear warring with desire on her face, until she dropped her head and said, "Yes, I was a bad girl."
I smiled and turned back to Natasha. "Do you have the panties that you wore today?" I asked.
"Yes," she said curiously.
"Can I please have them?" I requested.
She looked like she was going to object for a moment, then she shrugged and walked over to a hamper and pulled them out. She walked back and handed them to me. "Why do you need them?" Natasha asked.
"Because when I do what I'm about to do," I explained, "your nasty slut of a roommate is going to scream her head off, and you wouldn't want her waking up your whole floor."
I crooked my finger at Sandy, and she walked over and stretched herself over my lap. I held the dirty panties up in front of her, and Sandy opened her mouth to accept them. I looked up at Natasha as I rubbed my hand slowly across Sandy's ass.
"One thing that Sandy apparently hasn't shared about herself," I told Natasha as I raised my hand and brought it down with an explosive crack onto Sandy's posterior, "is that she is a nasty little girl, and nasty little girls deserve to get their asses spanked." Sandy moaned, and I wasn't sure whether it was from humiliation, or from pain. Either way, it didn't stop me from continuing to rain blows down on her ass.
Natasha looked at me nervously and asked, "Isn't that hurting her?"
"Sure," I said. "Feel this." I grabbed Natasha's hand and placed it on Sandy's ass so that she could feel the heat radiating off. "But feel this, too," I continued, moving Natasha's hand down to Sandy's swampy pussy.
"Oh, wow!" Natasha exclaimed. "I've never felt her that wet!"
"Do you want to try it yourself?" I asked Natasha.
"No thank you!" Natasha exclaimed, her hands moving to cover her ass.
I laughed and said, "I didn't mean that you should be on the receiving end. Do you want to try spanking her? After all, you're the one that she tricked tonight."
Natasha got a gleam in her eye and nodded her head. I instructed her on how to sit, then had Sandy lie across her roommate's lap. As she moved into place, Sandy gave me a baleful glare. Nonetheless, she moved over Natasha's lap, and for the next five minutes I instructed Natasha on the correct method to discipline Sandy. Natasha continued until she had brought Sandy to two orgasms, at which point Sandy was too exhausted to continue, and Natasha's arm was too tired.
I helped Natasha get a crying, exhausted Sandy into bed, and then Natasha got in next to her, snuggling up to her and gently rubbing her hair. I got dressed and went over to Natasha and gave her a kiss on her cheek. "It was really nice to meet you," I told her with a smile.
"Likewise, I'm sure!" Natasha exclaimed.
I leaned over and kissed an exhausted Sandy. "Have a great rest of the year," I told her.
"I will now, you bastard," she said weakly.
I smiled and walked out of the room. I realized that I didn't have a ride home, but a call to the hotel concierge got a cab on the way. I stood outside the dorm, whistling happily as I waited for the cab. It had been quite a nice night.