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*quot;That's what we need to get for Jean's room,*quot; Becks said sotto-voiced to Tess, making sure that Jean wasn't close enough to overhear her remark.

*quot;What? Where? What the hell are you talking about?*quot; Tess asked in genuine confusion

*quot;That,*quot; Becks' replied, pointing to an old, antique ballpark turnstile, the kind that counted entrants.

*quot;Hmmmph,*quot; Tess remarked, *quot;Poor old thing would probably fall apart from overuse,*quot; meaning it when saying it.

The First Annual Girls Night Soiree was a huge success beyond the three house-mates' wildest dreams. Yes, it took the three of them two long days of cleanup to return the house to acceptable condition, but they got it done.

All three gals heard nothing but compliments from many attendees throughout the following week. More than a few of the uninvited, having heard of the Soiree, begged to be invited to the next one, several stopping 'just short' of offering to prostitute themselves to the gals if it'd get them an invite.

So, yeah, it was a huge success.

Today, The Three Amigoes were at an outdoor flea market, mostly looking for eclectic 'junk' to fill various nooks and crannies that were bare or needed 'something' to make the house pop. It was Becks to decorate as she saw fit since her daddy-kins bought the house soon after the girls moved in as an investment, he said. Actually, his intent was to deed it to Becks upon her graduation so, yeah, she could do what she damned well pleased.

In reality, they were also killing time before their various evening plans. Becks had a team practice that night but also, a date. Well, sort of a date. Okay, more of a hotel sneak-fuck with the married lady that had caused Becks to flunk the Biology course that landed her in Jean's class.

Yeah, that one.

The married lady sought Becks out, again, after seeing her play in a Volleyball Tournament that she had attended with her husband, an alum of Becks' school. So, every few weeks or so, when the married lady got horny for Becks' exquisite pussy, she called, set up a meet at a hotel, and spent several hours as Becks' Bitch.

The married lady liked being Becks' Bitch.

Jean? Well, Jean's plan for that evening was very simple. She was attending a very private, inititation ceremony of one of the Sororities on campus. Her function at the secret ceremony? She was to perform cunnilingus on the initiates and, afterwards, she'd probably bounce from bedroom to bedroom for a few of the Sorority 'honchos' that were running the ceremony. If I'm lucky, Jean thought when first approached, I'll get my mouth on a half-dozen pussies that night.

From Jean's point of view, it was a good thing.

Tess? Well, Tess was staying in that night. She was fixing dinner for Soo and a 'curious' friend of Soo's. After dinner? Well, there was nothing 'specific' planned but Soo was hoping to get her 'curious' friend into bed with her and Tess. Soo had even scored a small bit of weed to help get everyone 'in the mood', she said to Tess.

So that's why our intrepid trio were at the Flea Market, killing time, before their various evening plans started.

*quot;You know we're going to have to talk to her eventually, don't you?*quot; Becks asked Tess, referring, of course, to their house-mate, Jean.

*quot;Yeah, yeah, I know and I feel like crap that we do,*quot; Tess replied.

Tess was feeling guilty, now, for having seduced Jean when they were dorm-mates last year. She felt guilty for turning Jean from a nice, midwestern 'girl next door' into a pussy eating machine that was getting quite the rep on campus for being 'easy' with other gals. A rep similar to the reps gals get who spread their legs for the football team, you know?, that kind of rep.

Truth is, Tess might have opened that door but it's on Jean that she chose to walk through and keep on truckin' down that road beyond the door. But that really didn't make Tess feel any better.

*quot;Next week, sugar; we'll have a sit-down, get-down, serious session between the three of us, okay? We owe her that and I like her too much to ignore it, okay?*quot;

*quot;Okay, I know you're right but still.......*quot; Tess said in reply, her voice trailing off to silence.

*quot;Oh, hey, there y'all are,*quot; Jean's voice called from behind Becks and Tess, *quot;Y'all find anything we could use at the house?*quot;

Looking to each other quickly, both thinking about the antique turnstile that Becks made the comment on, Tess answered for the both of them, saying, *quot;Yeah, we did but decided it wouldn't hold up under use,*quot; causing both Becks and Tess to bite their tongue to keep from laughing.

*quot;Aww, too bad. Well, who's hungry? I could use a burger or something,*quot; Jean replied, ready to go, obviously.

*quot;Good idea, let's go eat,*quot; Becks agreed.

Walking out of the Market together, our three coeds were each thinking about their night ahead......

*quot;It's unlocked,*quot; Becks heard in response to her soft knuckle-rap on the hotel room's door. Walking in, Becks closed the door behind her, locking bahis firmaları it and placing the safety chain in place.

*quot;Got anything to drink, bitch?*quot; Becks asked her lover, well, her lover that night anyway.

*quot;Yes, I do....here, sit here while I fix us a drink,*quot; Sondra said, standing and indicating that Becks should take a seat on the suite's divan.

*quot;I got Blue Sapphire, just as you asked, and tonic and limes, I didn't forget those, either,*quot; Sondra said, hoping that those details would please Becks.

*quot;Turn around, let me look at you,*quot; Becks said quietly.

Stopping the stirring of their drinks, Sondra brought a drink to Becks then stood back, almost at attention, doing as Becks asked her to do, hoping that Becks would be pleased in her choice of dress for the evening.

Tonight, Sondra, the forty-two year old married business executive, was dressed as a French Whore, complete with fishnet stockings, just as Becks asked her to do. Her skirt hugged her ass, her very toned, forty-two year-old ass in a most provacative way, the slit on the side of the skirt leaving little to the imagination. Her blouse was opened to the skirt waist, and shear, almost as if it were not there, her ample breasts begging to be touched under the shear material.

Sondra took great pride in her body, in how well she looked for a woman of her age. Not that her husband appreciated it, no, Mr. Big Man had too many business irons in the fire to appreciate what was under his nose. If only, Sondra thought, then she probably wouldn't be here, in a hotel suite, about to be fucked by this young, black woman. This woman that Sondra couldn't get out of her mind after that night, so long ago, when she got drunk and had the best night of orgasms that she's had in forever.

Oh well, his loss, was her feeling on the matter.

*quot;You like?*quot; Sondra asked Becks as she did a model's turnaround, in place.

Oh yeah, Becks liked, Becks liked a lot. Smiling, Becks took in the sight and liked what she saw.

Tall, five foot ten; no more than one-thirty-five usually; legs that stretched forever from that gorgeous ass and a pair of suprisingly firm thirty-eight D-cups that absolutely drove Becks wild with lust. Couple all of that and add the honey-colored hair and big, pouty lips, well you just had to fuck that, was Becks' way of thinking.

Taking in the vision of Sondra, Becks slowly sipped her Gin and Tonic, giving Sondra permission to also drink with a slight head-nod towards the untouched drink sitting on the vestibue of the small suite.

Silently, Becks stood and taking Sondra by the hand, walked them into the bedroom, drinks in hand, lust in hearts......

Nice, Jean thought to herself, when led into the large, dimly-lit meeting room by one of the Sorority officers, the three initiates standing, blindfolded, with just a plain white toga as dress. Three, this time, Jean thought as she gazed at the three blindfolded girls; nice, she told herself, again. The last time she did this for the Sorority there was only one initiate.

*quot;Remember, keep silent as they take their oaths,*quot; Jean was reminded by the 'Prez' as she liked to be referred to, voices low, in whisper.

*quot;I know,*quot; Jean replied, feeling her horniness beginning to ramp up as she looked upon the unsuspecting freshman coeds, the soon-to-be pleasure that her mouth and tongue would experience.

*quot;Don't forget,*quot; Prez whispered as she prepared to conduct the ceromonies, *quot;After you're through with them, you need to satisfy me and my girls,*quot; referring to her two Veeps of the Sorority.

*quot;Have I ever not?*quot; Jean relied with a smile.....

*quot;Son of a Bitch!*quot; Tess howled to the empty house after forgetting to use the oven mitt to grip the handle of the skillet, to move it to a slower fire.

*quot;Dumb cunt!*quot; She derided herself as she ran cold water on the stinging burn, not a bad burn, more of a 'dumb-shit' burn that irritates.

Okay, she wasn't the handiest thing in a kitchen but what she did cook, she cooked well. In this case she was smothering some bits of pork in a green enchilada sauce, trying like hell to keep everything flowing right, to time everything just right.

She was cooking tonight for her newest conquest and a friend of said conquest. According to Soo, when the friend (Jan?) heard the story of Soo's adventures with Tess at the Bash, she got very horny, stating over and over how much she (Jan) wished she had been there.

*quot;I damn sure would have found a way into some gal's bed,*quot; Jan said to Soo over coffee on the Monday after the party.

Jan went on to say that she's been curious for years about making out with another girl but never had the guts to act on it.

*quot;Wouldn't take much for me to try it,*quot; Jan reiterated to Soo, dropping another hint.

Ya' think?

So that's how Soo came up with the idea to bring Jan to meet Tess and, well, see where it would lead to.

*quot;I mean, Jan's not bad looking at all, kinda' cute, actually,*quot; Soo said between licks kaçak iddaa of Tess' pussy that Monday night.

*quot;So, a threesome is what you're saying?*quot; Tess responded, ever the pundit of the obvious.

*quot;Yeah,*quot;...lick...*quot;Could be fun*quot;...slurp...*quot;I'm game if you are,*quot;...insert tongue into pussy and moan contentment.

*quot;Set it up, baby,*quot; Tess gasped, grabbing Soo's head in her hands and pulling it tighter to her pussy which was about to erupt with a body-shaking orgasm.

Not bad looking, my ass!, Tess thought when introduced to Jan, when the girls arrived, a few minutes after burning her hand. She's a fucking doll, Tess thought further, her mind already fast-fowarding to being between Jan's legs with her mouth.

*quot;Wanna' smoke or a beer?*quot; Soo asked after she comfortably kissed Tess in greeting, a deep, tongue-probing kiss, a kiss designed by Soo to provide a bit of visual excitement for Jan.

*quot;Beer. Let's save the smoke for later, after dinner, to help us all relax,*quot; Tess replied, her eyes hard on Jan when she said it.

Giving one of Tess' tits a slight pinch on the nipple through the tee-shirt material, Soo smilingly replied, *quot;Works for me. Three beers coming up,*quot; opening the fridge to retrieve the ice-cold beers.......

They were, indeed, quite the vision of Black