The other men cheered, and it was obvious that they could no longer hold back. Erica heard a voice say "Let's three-hole her". what it meant didn't register, until she felt the arms of a man pull her on top of him, his cock sliding into her. She felt fingers playing with her asshole, oiling her there, then felt a cock pushing there. She gasped in pain as the cock pushed through the ring, pushing slowly but forcefully deeper into her ass. She was frightened, but it was easier than she thought it would be. As the second cock was buried in her she felt another pushing at her mouth. Her mouth opened, willingly took the cock inside, sucking gently on it.

She had one thing on her mind and he was French. A head taller than her, she stood directly in front of Stefan, the dark headed Gallic master of this particular universe and thrusting her body towards him she whispered urgently in his ear, "Baise-moi. Maintenant."

He surveyed the shimmering red head up and down, slowly and without a flicker of emotion in his eyes. Red silk dress, incredible tits and eyes that were on fire. She was ripe and luscious and always needed fucking.

She was writhing beneath him, trying to thrust down hard against his fingers and gain relief from her burning desire. Her cunt was flowing freely, dripping down onto his hand like a rich, honeyed Sauternes. He jammed his wet, dripping fingers into her mouth and she feverishly sucked her own juices in a frenzy of her desire. She was ready - he slapped her arse again, hard, ramming her face down against the trolley to signal he was in control. She quietened but he could feel her body tensed and ready to explode.

I wished that I had a sweater. He took the cue, though, and began surreptitiously squeezing and stroking my breast. He continued to discreetly fondle my tits throughout the move. Every now and then, when he'd been playing with one breast for a long time, I'd move so that he could reach the other one. It was nice. After a few minutes of this my nipples got really aroused. Little pulses of pleasure were going from my nipples to my cunt. I leaned against my husband and kind of casually put my hand in his lap. He had a jacket, which he put over my hand. I immediately grabbed his cock. It was rock hard under his pants.

In any case, it was a consolation prize—in my heightened state—to watch Rachel transfer her erotic fervor onto Kate. With legs intertwined, the way they rubbed against each other couldn't help but make my sex-addled mind recall the story Melissa had told me about her two roommates: that Kate had once joined Rachel and an old boyfriend in a threesome. Clearly all inhibitions had been purged from their long-time friendship, and I was not the only guy in the bar to take notice of the way that Rachel's knee nestled comfortably inside Kate's short skirt. It was marvelous to watch as Kate bucked against her friend, arching her back, baring her navel, and running her fingers through the silky, brown hair that framed her own soft face.