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The Sixty Hour New Years Party of Dorm 7 showed no signs of stopping. Students and non students alike partied their hearts out, as if they had all chosen "no more partying" as a new years resolution. A DJ in the corner blasted out party tunes for whoever chose to dance. It was completely inaudible behind the buzz of conversation by the time it would have reached the far corner where Keith, the muscular cougar, stood.

Keith watched the bat and the bison as they headed for the stairs. Despite the good start, he had known before she had that she wasn't going to forget whatever she was trying to forget with him. The bat had been something of a surprise, but Keith took it in stride. There was no accounting for taste, after all.

"Dude, that's just sad," someone said behind him. Keith recognized the voice, even through the din of the party. Keith turned to face him. "I cannot believe you struck out with that hottie and to that hermit to boot. I would have thought you of all people would be able to go it alone, but it looks like I was wrong. You need a wingman brother, and I'm your man."

The speaker's name was Sever. Believe it or not, that was not the name his mother had given him at birth, but that hardly seemed to matter. As far as Keith knew, even his college transcript said Sever because he had never heard him called anything else, even by professors with class rosters in front of them. It was a name that suited his looks, if nothing else.

Sever was a pig. He claimed to be a giant forest hog from Africa and having seen pictures of the quad version, Keith could see the resemblance, though he still privately thought Sever was using the claim to serve his image. It was just as likely that he was a common wild boar, but Sever wasn't someone that Keith wanted to get in an argument with.

Sever was just under six feet tall and carried something upwards of two hundred fifty pounds; hard muscle under a thick layer of cushion. Once, while Keith was working out at the gym, he saw him win a lifting competition. Sever had gone first. No one bothered going second.

His size wasn't even the most intimidating things about him. Most pig-types, if they grew in tusks at all, had them removed surgically. Sever was not one of them. He had all four of his, one set of which was reportedly razor sharp from scraping against the other. In public, he usually wore sheathes over them, stainless steel caps that made him look like some kind of bionic razorback. A thick ring through his nose and a dozen smaller ones through his ears added to the image. He looked every inch the tough guy he legitimately was.

That toughness, however, didn't extend to his personality. He might have been capable of ripping a man in half, but he certainly didn't act like it. He was the friendly genial type. As far as Keith knew, he'd never had a problem with anyone, not that he could imagine anyone deciding that Sever was somebody to mess with.

It was a stretch to say that Keith and Sever were friends, but they were friendly and not just because Sever was such an intimidating figure. Despite this, Keith was a little leery about Sever playing wingman. While he might serve well as someone to make Keith look better in comparison, he might work a little too well and drive any potentials off. For just a moment Keith was suspicious that that was exactly the plan and that Sever was hoping that at the end of the night, desperate to get his cock wet, Keith would turn to Sever as a last resort. He was able to smash that doubt in a hurry. Sever might not have been the traditionally handsome type, but his reputation for attracting lovers was well known. Sever didn't need to stoop to cheap tricks like that to get his needs met.

"Alright, Sever, wingman," Keith said.

"Awesome, now here's the game," Sever said, grabbing Keith around the shoulders and pulling him close, "I've got a hot tip. A pair of lovely ladies happen to be at this very party looking for a pair of studs to take care of them. They're a freshman and a junior, right? The junior is looking for a gentleman to take the poor innocent freshman out for a good time. She's playing big sister, right? But she wants to have some fun herself and she doesn't need some virginal scaredy cat to hold her back."

Keith pulled himself out of Sever's grip and stood up straight. He gave Sever a sour look now that his true motives were on display. "So basically you want me to be your wingman. Which did you plan on taking, the freshman or the junior?"

"Don't look at me like that. Wingman is a two way street. You didn't really expect me to play interference for nothing, did you? And I want the junior, of course. Virgins are nice enough, I guess, but only an idiot would choose innocence over experience."

"And if I don't like the looks of the freshman?"

"Then don't nail her. I'll help you find another nice girl. Or boy, if you're looking for that tonight, but you've still got to keep her busy long enough for me and Nancy to get what we're looking for. This has been in the works for a week, man. But I've seen this freshman, I think I know you well enough to say that you won't be disappointed."

Kieth motioned for Sever to lead the way. In all honesty, Keith wasn't really disappointed in the situation. He did trust Sever's judgment in this case. While he wouldn't have taken fashion advice from him, he had seen him canoodling with enough attractive women to give him an idea of his taste as well as his ability to get the ones he wanted. So he followed the bulky pig through the crowd.

"That's them," Sever said and pointed at two women leaning against the wall near the main entrance. They were pretty enough, not that Keith was that picky about looks. He was no Sherlock. There wasn't much he could tell about a person from their looks, he had to wait until they opened their mouths. That didn't stop him from cataloging their features as they approached.

It is very difficult to tell the ages of people when they all look so different from each other and are all covered with fur. Once they reach their full growth and until they reach an age where their fur starts to gray, they all seem to blend into an indefinite, "adulthood". Since neither a junior nor a freshman are outside this range, Keith couldn't tell which of them were meant for him, so he went ahead and checked them both out.

The first was a mouse. Standing face to face, she probably would be face to face with his bellybutton. She had tawny fur, small but proportionate breasts and a proportionately large bottom. A mole large enough to show through her short fur stood out above her left eyebrow, it did exactly what a beauty mark should, set off her good looks by introducing a tiny flaw.

The second was an equine of some kind. Based on her size and coloring, Keith guessed donkey. As tall as Sever, which put her only a few inches shorter than himself, she carried herself in a way that made Keith revise his assumption that he wouldn't know which was which. She definitely came across as the more confident of the two, more experienced. Her figure was dominated by her hips. They flared out from a waist that, while not exactly thin, definitely did not seem to belong with the lower half. Almost a classic, if exaggerated, hourglass figure, her breasts weren't quite large enough to make it work, so she looked more like a bottle you'd expect to hold a genie.

As they separated from the crowd, Keith watched the donkey draw herself up in what looked remarkably like sassy indignation. The mouse openly looked him over and he thought he saw the corners of her lips twich upwards, but she gave no other sign, if that was a sign, that she was pleased.

"Sever, you asshole. I ask you to being me a nice boy to be my sister's first and you bring me a muscle headed dudebro?" the donkey said with a small jerk of her head.

"Woah, Nancy, I thought you said you trusted me. I wouldn't do that to you. Keith here is one of the nicest guys I know, and I've heard from no less than five of his fuck-buddies that he's a king in the sack, which I figured was even more important. You know, if you want her to enjoy her first time," Sever said.

"So you brought me a gigolo. How is that better?"

"Hey, I'm standing right here," Keith said. "I don't need to get laid that desperately. If I'd known I was coming to a job interview, I would have worn a tie. I may be dumb enough to fall for an obvious scam like the one Sever pulled on me to get me over here, but I'll be damned if I'm dumb enough to think I've got to take this from you. Sorry, Sever, but if you want to get into her pants tonight, you're going to have to find some other patsy."

Keith started to turn away when the mouse spoke up. "Oh, I like this one, Nancy. Cute and feisty. I think I'm going to keep him."

"Are you sure? I think he's too cute to be trustworthy."

"Hey!" Sever said.

"Sever, cute is not the word to describe you. Interesting is closer to the mark," Nancy said. Sever seemed to consider that for a moment then shrugged in acceptance.

"I'm not giving him my bank account number," the mouse said. She put out her tiny hand and he accepted it, doing his best to keep it firm, but not crushing. "I'm Bobby," she said.

"Keith," Keith said.

"Good, we're all introduced, let's go fuck," Bobby said. Keith did his best not to stare. This was not the shrinking virgin he'd expected. She giggled at his attempt.

"Good idea," Sever said, "did you have any place in mind?"

"Our sorority house is all the way across campus," Nancy said.

"My roommate is hosting a LAN party on my floor," Keith said.

"What are you guys talking about? This is a dorm. Over the holidays. There are empty rooms all over the place," Sever said, "And the stairwell is lots of fun."

"I'm not fucking on the stairs," Nancy said, "the steps are hard. Last time I did that, I could barely walk afterward. And not because of what he was doing to me."

"Isn't it kind of skeezy to fuck in a stranger's bed? I'm sure lice is pretty rampant around here too," Bobby said.

"That's what makes it fun," Sever said, "Where's your sense of adventure?"

"My sense of adventure stops at lice," Nancy said.

"There's no lice in the dorm," Keith said, "No fleas either, at least, not that I'd heard, and word like that gets around fast. Besides, I know a few safe rooms, I think. Provided they're not occupied. And I don't mind their owners hating me forever for defiling their personal space. Ah, I know just the place. Follow me."

Keith led them to the stairs. On their way up, they passed a two people half carrying a third, a fox with wet fur and a dazed expression. The stench of cum was thick around them, despite the fox obviously having just come from the shower.

"Looks like somebody had a little too much fun tonight," Sever said as they rounded the next landing.

"I wonder how many cocks that fox must have taken to smell like that," Bobby said.

"Knowing Brian and knowing who else lives in this dorm, I can tell you. Just one. That kid is a bigger size queen than you could possibly believe. There's a hippo up on the fourth. Bet you anything they had their own little party."

"How do you know that?" Bobby asked.

"Everybody tells me everything. I guess I just have one of those faces."

Keith led them out of the stairs at the third floor. The muted sounds of the party downstairs receded as they walked away from the stairwell. By the time they reached their destination, the hallway was as quiet as a library. Keith rapped sharply on the door, feeling a little bit guilty for breaking the quiet as well as what he was about to do. In a moment, the door opened.

Evan Trunk revealed himself. Evan was a skunk and apparently very sensitive to that because he was the cleanest person Keith had ever met. He was almost obsessive about organization, the only person Keith knew that used the Dewy Decimal System at home. Every one of his possessions were scrupulously clean and his space was even cleaner, if that was possible. And he owed Keith one hundred and fifty dollars, which Keith was about to collect.

"Hey, Evan. How's it going?" Keith said.

Evan took in the group in the hall and narrowed his eyes. "I don't mean to be rude, Keith, but what's going on?"

"I need to borrow your room for an hour or two."

Evan sighed. "This is your idea of collecting that One-Fifty, isn't it?"

"Yup."

He looked back into his perfect room and then back across the group, his eyes lingering especially on Sever. "I'll have the money on Monday..."

"Nobody's going to take a shit in your bed," Sever said.

"That wasn't exactly my worry," then he sighed again, "don't make too big a mess please. Washing my bedding again may be cheaper than the hundred fifty, but it is a bigger hassle. Have fun, but not too much fun. I don't want to have to shampoo the carpets again."

"I promise we won't ruin anything," Keith said.

"I'm so relieved," he said and stepped into the hallway to let them in.

The foursome trooped in and closed the door behind them. Keith claimed the bed on the right, Evan's bed, for himself and Bobby by sitting on it. Sever grabbed the other bed and pulled it forwards until they were only a foot apart. Keith raised an eyebrow at Sever, who grinned and winked. Keith turned to Bobby, who was kneeling up next to him, to say something, but before he could form the words, she launched her mouth into his and enveloped him in a heady kiss.

Virgin she might have been, but she knew how to kiss. Obviously she'd gotten plenty of practice with someone who knew what they were doing. Keith suspected Nancy. Once he got over his renewed shock over how forward she was, he kissed her back. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and kept control of the kiss. He held his own, but she made it perfectly clear that she wasn't interested in submitting. She might be losing her virginity, but he certainly wasn't taking it. That was fine with Keith. The last thing he wanted was to have to guide her by the hand every step of the way.

He pulled her close, felt her breasts flatten against his chest. Holding her to him, he became more highly aware of the smallness of her stature. She felt almost like a child, a thought he had to push out of his mind. She might be the size of a child, he told himself, but she certainly didn't have a child's body, or a child's will. The way she controlled their interaction seemed proof enough of that.

One of her hands slid down his back, seeking his butt while the other snaked up behind his head. As she slid her body down so she could reach his backside, she pulled his head down so they didn't have to break the kiss. Once she had a firm grip with the one hand, she brought the other to join it and squeezed.

Time to take a little control, he thought, he couldn't let her have all the fun.

He grabbed her behind to mirror the way she had his, but then he lifted her up, momentarily breaking her grip on him. She made a noise of displeasure, but when he pulled her into his lap and wrapped her legs around his waist, she changed her mind. She ground her sex, bounded by her jeans, into his. Her hands went back to cupping him, pulling him tighter. He could feel her heat through their pants.

They stayed like that for another minute or so, but Keith's neck was quickly beginning to burn from the strain. He finally broke the kiss and rolled his head across his shoulders. She put her head against his chest, breathing quickly, but she didn't rest for long. Her mouth found one of his nipples through his shirt and she began sucking on it. Keith's nipples weren't the most sensitive, but he did find it quite pleasant and he let out a satisfied sigh.

He took the opportunity to look at Sever and Nancy. They had wasted no time. They were both completely naked and locked in a sixy-nine with Nancy on top. This was the first time he'd gotten a good look at her behind and it definitely matched her hips giving the overall impression of a super-sized beach ball from the side. She furiously humped Sever's face at the same time she pounded her face into his crotch. She looked like an oil pump on overdrive.

Bobby pulled his shirt above his nipples so she could suck on them directly. The increase in stimulation was enough to make him moan. He watched her as she pulled back her lips, revealing her teeth, which she gently placed around his nipple and gave a test squeeze. He groaned appreciatively as she locked eyes with him and went back to sucking, with the addition of her teeth.

"We're way behind," Keith said and nodded towards the other couple. Bobby turned to see Sever was now working a second finger into Nancy.

"It's my first time," Bobby said as she pulled Kieth's shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor, "I'm allowed to go slow."

"I'm not complaining."

"Oh fuck, yeah," Nancy said as her contribution to the conversation. Sever had a third finger inside of her about an inch higher than the other two. His face was still buried between her thighs.

"You want to give that a shot?" Keith asked.

"Which part?" She pulled her own shirt off and started on unclasping her black lacy bra. Her breasts looked quite nice inside their cups and didn't change once they were free. She shimmied for a moment, shaking her breasts back and forth in a way that Kevin couldn't help but find entrancing. She giggled at the look on his face and probably from the feeling of his cock flexing in his pants against her.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

They weren't large by any objective measure, but on her frame they seemed the perfect size; they fit her exactly. They were finely shaped, round and tight against her chest. He did like them and he told her so in the least drooly way he could think of.

"Does an elephant shit a mountain?" In hindsight, it wasn't the sexiest metaphor, but Bobby didn't seem to mind. She giggled and leaned forward and up, pressing her soft breasts into his chest again and offering her lips for a kiss. He liked the way her bare breasts felt against his bare chest much better than through their shirts. Even better, he was sure, would be feeling them against his hands.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to make room for his hands to slide between them and cup her breasts. His, by comparison, oversized hands completely engulfed them. He gently squeezed the globes as the smooth pebbles of her hard nipples stabbed into his palm. She sighed as he switched to rubbing his rough palms across them.

"You can be a little rougher, if you want," she said against his mouth, "pinch my nipples."

Keith switched his grip and pinched, gently at first to test the waters, but tighter and tighter, looking for her limits. She squeaked happily when he was close to the point where he would have stopped. He did his best to recreate that squeak as he pinched and pulled her nipples. She moaned instead, deep in her throat, which was good enough for him.

She pushed him away without warning. Caught off guard, he fell back on the bed, almost hitting his head against the wall. Climbing down off his lap, she grinned mischievously as her hands reached his pants.

"So, when you say you're a virgin, you mean what exactly?" Keith said when she expertly unfastened his pants.

"I've never touched a real cock. Are you suggesting only some kind of slut knows about opening pants?" She spread his fly wide, put her nose to the bulge in his underwear, and inhaled deeply. "You smell nice," she said and hooked her fingers under his waistband.

"I'm not suggesting anything." He lifted his hips so she could pull his pants and underwear down. His penis caught on his underwear momentarily, then sprung free and slapped against his furry belly.

"Looks even nicer than I imagined," she said. Then she engulfed his entire length in her mouth until her bottom lip hit his scrotum. He felt her throat surround the head and gasped. She bobbed up and down a few times, each time letting the cock go down her throat. Finally, she had to come up for air and gasping said, "my, that is much nicer than a dildo."

"Practice a lot?" he asked, but she didn't answer. Her mouth was busy again. He watched his cock disappear into her mouth repeatedly. To be perfectly honest, all her practice with a dildo had really earned her was the ability to deepthroat. She wasn't bad in an amateurish way, but she had no finesse and little variation. She just straight sucked and moved her head. It felt nice, but...

"Use your tongue on the underside," he said, "and vary the amount you go down. And you can suck a little harder."

She paused half way down and a winked at him before following his advice. It was apparently the only advice she needed, because she started experimenting in earnest. Not everything was great, but she watched his face and used that as a guide for what worked and what didn't. By the time he put his hands on her head to stop her, he wasn't getting close, but he was well on his way to it.

"I want to eat you," Keith said.

"No thanks. I've had enough tongue to last a lifetime," she said, "but if you want to move on to the main event..." she slipped out of her pants and straddled his hips. She opened her mouth to say something further, but Nancy started screaming at that point and they both turned to look.

"Fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck!" she said. They couldn't really see anything but Sever's ass and Nancy's legs. He was pounding into her like he was trying to kill her, but if her fingers clawing deep into Sever's rump to pull him closer were any indication, it was exactly what she was looking for.

"You want to give that a shot?" Bobby asked once they managed to tear their eyes away.

"Did you have a preferred position?"

"I've been trying to decide that, actually." She lined her sex up to his. He could feel her heat. When she started grinding herself into him, his penis splitting her lips like Moses parting the red sea, he groaned at the wet, slick sensation.

"I do like being in charge," she continued, "but maybe I should give the whole vulnerable virgin thing a try. What do you think?"

"Do you still have your hymen?" Keith asked through gritted teeth. She was playing with his nipples now. It was driving him crazy.

"Of course not. What is this, the dark ages? And I've got the implant too, if you were worried about that"

"I kind of assumed that. You seem to have covered all the other bases. Are you trying to drive me crazy so I throw you down and have my way with you?"

"I might be. Are you the kind that goes crazy and has your way with young innocent virgins?"

"Even if I were, you wouldn't be a target. Young and virginal, sure, innocent..."

"You could pretend."

So he grabbed her hips and rolled over. She squealed happily as they switched positions. She felt so tiny under him; he had to push away thoughts of her size being childlike again. His mind back where he wanted it, he gently kissed her on the lips while slowly and lightly rubbing his penis between her folds and hopefully over her clit.

"Yeah, this isn't working for me," she said, then started tickling him. He pulled back, off balance, trying not to giggle. She expertly used his weight against him to roll them back to their original position. "I guess I'm just not the innocent virginal type."

She drove her mouth onto his in a hungry kiss while her hand reached between them, grasped his thick cock in her small hand, and guided it towards her opening. He held his breath as she pulled him inside. She stopped when just the head was inside. Despite the crotch grinding and the oral, he wasn't sufficiently lubed to sink in all the way. She slowly worked him in, back and forth until finally he bottomed out. He wasn't particularly large, but she was small enough that he didn't quite fit entirely inside her. He didn't mind at all. She felt incredible around him.

He couldn't decipher the look on her face. He clearly saw concentration, but whether the slight grimace was from pleasure or pain, he didn't know. "How's it going?" he asked. He was supposed to be the experienced one, ushering her through her first heterosexual penetration.

"It's so different from a dildo," she said, "you've got more give, and you're warmer. A little bigger than the one I use, too."

"Are these good things?"

She started moving, slowly rolling her hips. It wasn't a lot of motion, probably only an inch, but she was so tight it didn't matter. He could feel her on every inch of himself, felt her walls slide against him, not as slick as she should be, probably due to nerves. As hot as she seemed to be for sex, nerves were unavoidable.

"I think we might need some extra lubrication," he said through clenched teeth. Damn it felt good despite his worry. She ignored him, apparently determined to do it completely on her own. It was working, she was getting slicker, the motion easier.

"Here it comes, baby!" Sever shouted. The constant slapping of wet bodies that Keith had been filtering out changed tempo dramatically, there were three more slaps and then the mattress creaked as two heavy bodies dropped their entire weights onto it. Keith didn't look. His eyes were locked with Bobby's. He wanted to be sure he didn't need to call it off. Her expression had softened, which led him to think that her initial reaction had been more pain than pleasure. Despite her can do attitude, and her apparent insistence that she push on no matter what, he didn't want to have hurting her on his conscience.

She quickened the pace and leaned forward until her breasts grazed him as she moved. Her lips were parted in an invitation to kiss, Keith accepted it, stretching his neck to claim her mouth. He felt, more than heard, her moan as he began kneading her breasts. This new stimulation seemed to do the trick. The extreme tightness relaxed and her lubrication flowed more freely now that her body had decided it actually wanted to be invaded. She had to break the kiss to breathe.

"Oh, fuck. This is so much better," she said. She sat back up, got her feet under her, and started bouncing up and down. He watched as her breasts started moving opposite the rest of her body. They looked really good like that. Her eyes squeezed shut as she doubled the force of her movement, slamming their bodies together in a way that Kieth was certain would hurt her. She showed no sign of that. Keith used the opportunity to steal a glance at their neighbors.

Nancy and Sever lay on the other bed, spooning. Nancy's leg was up and Sever was slowly stroking in and out of her glistening sex while squeezing one of her breasts.

Keith turned back to his partner and slipped one hand between them. He found her clit, neglected in this position, and started rubbing. It seemed to be the last ingredient she needed.

"Fuck!" she cried, slammed herself down one last time, and froze as if in ice. One part of her did not freeze. Keith could feel her milking his cock, trying to get his seed. He hadn't been very close, as good as it had felt. Her pleasure was of a greater concern to him. Finally, she collapsed onto his chest.

"I'm going to do that again."

Keith kissed her on the top of her head and turned back to watching Nancy and Sever. Her pussy was vacant now except for the glistening of their combined cum. Sever was working his cock in and out of her ass. With her eyes squeezed shut, she bit her lip while one hand gripped his hip as if to control his movements. Her other hand was frantically rubbing her clit. He whispered constantly in her ear, but Keith couldn't hear any of it.

"Bobby, come over here," Nancy said. Keith thought she had fallen asleep due to her even breathing, but she lifted her head when Nancy spoke.

"Give me a minute," she said, "I'm still enjoying the afterglow."

"You came once, girly. You know you're not anywhere near done yet."

"It's my pussy. If I want to be done--"

"Hey, you wouldn't have just lost it to a stud like Keith if I hadn't set you up with him."

"Oh, I'm a stud now, am I?" Keith said.

"You sure are baby, I saw how you took care of my sister. How about you come over here and show my pussy what you can do."

Keith doubted very much that she had seen anything of what Keith and Bobby had done together. The few times he had looked over, she had been very deeply invested in the task at hand. It was obviously a ploy to get Bobby to do what she wanted. Sever used his incredible strength at this point, to roll onto his back, taking her with him without breaking their connection. Once she was braced properly in the crab position, he started fucking her ass faster.

"Fuck you, Nancy. You don't need two cocks," Bobby snarled. She surprised Keith with her vehemence.

"I need something in my pussy. I'm so close, Bobby, but you know I can't get off without something in my pussy."

"I'm not a gigolo," Keith said. No one paid him any attention.

"You're such a narcissist. Not everything is about you," Bobby said.

Sever redoubled his attack on Nancy's bum. She had opened her mouth to reply, but only a wordless wail came out. He started kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples. "Please, oh, please, oh, please," she whined.

Bobby released the most aggravated sigh Keith had ever heard and pulled herself off of Keith's still-hard cock. She climbed down and leaned over until her face was level with Nancy's cum-filled vagina.

"You owe me so much for this," she said and then buried her face between Nancy's thighs.

"Oh, fuck, that's right!" Nancy cried, "Oh, neither of you stop!"

Keith sat up and swung his feet off the bed. He had quite a view, from Nancy bouncing on Sever's cock to Bobby's cute upturned butt as she ate her out. His erection was rock hard despite the lack of direct stimulation over the last few minutes. Bobby's swollen lips glistened and Keith got the idea that she wasn't as unhappy about the arrangement as she pretended.

Keith put his feet on the ground, laid his cock against Bobby's back, and leaned forward. He could smell Sever's cum and Nancy's pussy as he put his lips to Bobby's ear.

"I'm going to fuck you," he whispered, "you okay with that? I want to pump you full of my cum. You want me to fill your pussy for the first time?"

She moaned in response and Kieth thought she nodded her head, though that might have just been her adjusting her angle of attack on Nancy. If she meant no somehow, she'd let him know in a second.

He leaned back and guided his cock to her pussy. Pausing there for just a moment to give her a chance to say something, she surprised him by pushing back and swallowing him whole. He sank in balls deep without issue. Apparently the situation had turned her on more than anything that had happened before. Most importantly, it meant that he had to worry a lot less about her being hurt. Grasping her by the hips, he began pushing in and out of her, slowly at first, but rapidly accelerating. She was just as tight as before, but the added slickness made speeding up irresistible.

Everyone was making noise now. Nancy, as had been the case all night, was loudest, but everyone else contributed something. Bobby moaned and whined while the men mostly grunted.

Nancy orgasmed first, but no one took any real notice. Sever kept slamming into her ass, Bobby still licked her with the same abandon. Her cries of ecstasy continued on until she couldn't make any noises louder than a whimper. She collapsed then, but Sever held her up so he could continue slamming into her limp body.

Bobby started squeezing Keith inside of her in her orgasm next. Keith didn't slow. He was getting too close. She abandoned Nancy's pussy and rested her head on the bed in front of her, directly between Sever and Nancy's legs.

Sever was the next to go. He lifted Nancy up, slammed her down onto him and went to repeat the action, but he lifted her too high. Semen shot out of his penis like a broken water-main. It rained down on all of them, half a dozen powerful shots of hot cum. Keith would later be amazed at how much was contained in a second orgasm, but he was too busy cumming himself. He thrust to the hilt in Bobby and held her there as he pulsed his load as deep into her as he could.

He collapsed backwards and his cock slipped out. He could actually hear his semen spill out of her and spatter on the floor.

"Evan is not going to be happy with us," he muttered.