Double Date

[enabranpr0n]

Teaser: Owen, Wendy, and Lewis are long time friends from a small town, now in college together. When Lewis lands a date with Nicole Cambridge, the stuck up, mean popular girl they all hated but had a crush on anyway during high school, he convinces Owen and Wendy to go with them as a double date.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Double Date
Author: EnabranPr0n
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After reading @LtBroccoli 's story It's Just A Prank, Bro I was reminded of this piece I did some time ago.
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Double Date

1999

The university student hall building was only twelve years old, but strategic planting and care of the ivy, which covered the facade, gave it an older, traditional appearance. Owen and Wendy walked out of the building, having just picked up their mail and walked directly under the prestigious looking sign for Cedar University.
They didn’t care about prestige.
Owen wore a black canvas trench coat and black army boots. His bleached blond hair was cut short, and he wore sunglasses even though it was not overly sunny in the pacific northwest. He had a good build and square jaw thanks to genetics, as well as acne scars, also courtesy of genetics.
Wendy’s style was more of a call back to punk 80’s; a denim jacket, complete with rips and a few spikes, which she had tied around her waist. She wore a flimsy black t-shirt that had its arms and neckline cut off to form a loose tank top. Her red wavy hair was shaved up a few inches on each side, and black denim jeans went down to a more petite pair black army boots with trucker mud-flap style pinup silhouettes drawn on the sides. Her shorter stature, blue eyes, and freckles stood in stark contrast to the “bad girl” look, but it couldn't be helped.
Wendy and Owen had been best friends since grade school, and they were on their way to the men’s dormitory to meet up with the third member of their friendship trio, Lewis. They passed by one of the fraternity houses on their route and someone called out the window, “Hey Neo! Don’t you have to get back to the Matrix?!”
They kept walking, ignoring the comment until they were another block away.
“Fucking asshole, I was wearing this shit long before that crappy movie came out!” said Owen.
“Oh yeah, fuck that guy,” said Wendy.
“I should fucking sue the Wchowskis for stealing my style!” Owen continued.
“It’s so not fair, man!” Wendy punched the air.
For a moment they walked and seethed before Owen couldn’t hold a straight face any longer and burst out laughing. Wendy bent over laughing herself for a moment.
“No, seriously, though, I like the trench coat, it’s sick,” said Wendy.
Owen traced the outline of his sunglasses with his fingers. “I know, right?”

They climbed two sets of stairs and entered the musty smelling wing of the men’s dormitory. Several doors down, almost to the end of the hall, they turned and entered a room without knocking. Lewis, a skinny pale young man of nineteen, just like his friends, always looked like his face was a bit too long. His lengthy straight black hair didn’t help the impression. They entered the room to find him wearing checkered boxers and a white undershirt beneath a threadbare dark red bathrobe. He was leaning back in his desk chair with his feet up on the desk, “reading” a Hustler magazine. Livin La Vida Loca was blaring from the radio.
“‘Sup dude,” Wendy greeted him while she and Owen flopped down on the gaudy used loveseat that barely fit in the room.
“Jesus Christ guys!” Lewis lost his balance in the chair and nearly tumbled backwards. “You guys ever heard of knocking?” He pulled his bathrobe around himself a bit more and cinched the tie, before turning off the radio.
“Oh relax,” said Owen.
“Not like we’ve never seen you jerking off before, dude,” said Wendy.
“Uh, still... it’s common politeness you know,” Lewis got up and closed the door to his room. “I thought we were going to meet up at the student hall building later anyways.”
“Yeah, we were,” said Owen, “but they just closed.”
“What?”
“They close at three on Saturday, remember?”
“Is it...?” Owen looked at his watch, “ah fuck. Now I can’t get my mail until Monday.”
“Time flies when you’re having fun, eh?” said Wendy, she leaned forward and grabbed the magazine off of Lewi’s desk, “is this the new one?”
Lewis snatched the magazine out of her hands, “oh like you care.”
Wendy shrugged, “I might? Is the centerfold a blond?”
“Yeah,” Lewis smiled, “she’s actually...”
Wendy smirked at him.
He tossed the magazine back to her roughly, “Oh shut up, you may actually like her, I think she’s your taste.”
Owen stretched his arms, “Yeah, well whenever you two are done, I’d like to get something to eat. We missed lunch waiting on your dumb ass.”
“When does the hall open for dinner?” Wendy said as she flipped through the pages like it was Time Magazine.
“I don’t know,” said Lewis, “but listen, it doesn’t matter. I have a date.”
Wendy dropped the magazine and Owen sat forward, “you have a what? With who?”
“Nicole Cambridge.”
“The fuck you do,” said Wendy.
“Cambridge, Nicole Cambridge, like from high school, Nicole Cambridge?” said Owen.
“Yeah.” Lewis ginned and folded his arms.
Owen looked skeptical, “what’s the catch?”
“Well...” Lewis put his hands in his pockets, “she says she doesn’t really like to go out one on one for a first date, for safety, and shit, whatever. So she says I can take her out, but only if it’s a double date.”
“So, who else are you going out with then? It’s not Stacy and her boyfriend, what’s his name, is it?”
“No, no, I told her you’d go with us.”
There was silence.
“You’re joking,” said Owen. “You know I don’t have a girlfriend, right?”
“I know, I just figured you and Wendy could go with us.”
“Uh,” said Wendy, “we all don’t date,” she pointed around to all three of them, “like we tried that, remember?”
“Come on guys, I’ve had a crush on her since high school!”
“Well yeah,” said Wendy, “we all did, I mean umph!” she held her hands in front of her chest to mimic squeezing a huge pair of tits.
“But Wendy’s right,” said Owen, “we’re friends, not a couple.”
“Well it won’t be like a date date, at least not for you guys. It’ll just be friends hanging out, it’s even better that way, less pressure on Nicole for it to be all serious and shit.”
Wendy rolled her eyes, “I don’t know. I mean, Nicole was like the queen bitch in high school, remember? ‘She was supposed to go to Fraser High, not Belsam’,” Wendy said in a haughty voice.
“Oh come on, she’s not like that anymore. I’ve got a couple classes with her and she’s really nice.”
Owen and Wendy hesitated.
“I’m buying?” Lewis tried.
“Oh, well in that case!” Owen brightened up.
“Oh yeah, free food,” Wendy smiled big, unavoidably looking extra cute. “You should have led with that!”

~~~

Lewis had to aggressively shoo Owen and Wendy out of his room once it became clear that their argument over whether or not the Spice Girls were the greatest group ever, or a steaming pile of dog shit, had no end in sight. With the excuse that he needed to get showered before the date with Nicole, he shoved them into the hallway and insisted they both go do the same.
From eclectic tastes in music, to almost any other topic, the trio argued frequently.
“I’m just saying, millions of fans around the world can’t all be wrong!” Owen shrugged, “any one of their songs just gets into your chest, makes you want to dance!”
“Yeah Owen, people are dumb monkeys who’ll dance to anything with a beat, especially if it’s in a short skirt! They’re an artificial corporate creation as much as that vending machine.” Wendy pointed to the candy dispensing cabinet in the entrance lobby.
“Oh candy!” Owen hopped on the balls of his feet and drove a hand into his pockets. “I still never got any lunch!”
Wendy shook her head, but smirked at her friend while he fished for change. “Alright I’m going to get a shower then,” she held out her hand for a formal handshake. “Done done?” She asked.
The phrase was code between the three of them. Based on an old inside joke, it signified that the argument, discussion, or whatever other spiraling distraction they were caught up in, was over. An olive branch of sorts, saying “done done” meant the person saying it was finished, ready to move on.
Owen gave her a slightly annoyed look, but then softened, “yeah, done done.”
They shook hands and with that, the argument was over. Wendy marched out of the building without another word while Owen debated his candy bar options.

Lewis arrived first at the venue, a decent but reasonably priced Mexican restaurant. He wore somewhat more conservative attire than usual, a white dress shirt and tie with new jeans. Owen arrived next wearing a black dress shirt and jeans, but still in his Matrix inspired trench coat and sunglasses.
For this non-date, date, Wendy chose a tight dingy looking, but clean, T-shirt, her denim jacket, and oversized ripped black jeans with her combat boots.
Owen and Wendy had gone through two bowls of chips and salsa before Nicole arrived 30 minutes late. She came in wearing a classic understated little black dress which showed off her legendary cleavage with a hemline just above the knees. She wore black heels, had perfect makeup, and perfect flowing dirty blond hair that flowed over her shoulders.
Lewis whistled his astonished approval as she sat down beside him. “Nicole, you look amazing!”
Owen nodded and said hello.
Wendy nodded her greeting as she popped another chip in her mouth, looking Nicole up and down. Just as she’d expected, Lewis’s date demonstrated effortless style and sex appeal without looking like a complete slut. She even smelled divine without her perfume overpowering the atmosphere. Nicole was everything Wendy once wanted to be, a vision of feminine perfection, and one that she still couldn’t help but find arousing. “So nice of you to join us,” Wendy said in the driest possible tone.

~~~

Wendy and Owen ate and watched Lewis and Nicole chit chat about their shared classes until the bill came and Lewis got to act the big man, paying the bill.
“It was so good to catch up with you guys,” Nicole said as they were getting ready to leave, as though they’d all been close during high school. “It feels like I never see you anymore.”
Neither Wendy nor Owen were sure what to say to that.
“So I was thinking we could catch a movie,” said Lewis.
“No, not a movie,” said Nicole, “You guys should come over and hang out at the house!”

Instead of the dorms, Nicole had gotten into a large house shared by a handful of other female students with wealthy parents who felt their daughters were too good for student housing, and who were also fearful of the debauchery inherent in the greek system.
Owen tried to get away with the excuse that he had too much studying to do, and Wendy had hoped her dismissive attitude during dinner would have put Nicole off, but she seemed oddly desperate to have company. Nicole was a practiced manipulator, and the boys fell for all her tactics, but Wendy saw right through them. Yet, she agreed to go with them precisely because it was so incongruous with the stuck-up popular girl life that Wendy had always assumed Nicole led.

They ended up in the basement of the impressive estate, where a large TV was set up with a few couches. There was a full sized refrigerator, cabinets with snacks, and a modern sound system. Small windows near the ceiling were the only indication it was a basement, and once the dim light of the setting sun was gone completely, it was as if they were in a well furnished dungeon.
Wendy sat, now fully fascinated with the evening, because it was getting stranger by the minute. Upon driving them to the house, Nicole insisted they sneak around to the back door to be let in, because house rules strictly prohibited boys. Once inside she led them tiptoeing down to the basement, and no one else from the house joined them.

Nicole turned on some dance music while the trio got settled, then went to the refrigerator and returned with a bottle of tequila in one hand, and vodka in the other. “Who wants shots?!” she offered eagerly.
They all took a shot, and Nicole pulled Lewis up to dance with her. Owen gave Wendy a knowing look as some Spice Girls came on, then got up to dance as well. After a second shot, and somehow bottles of beer appearing out of nowhere, Wendy was playfully prodding Owen about his terrible taste in music. A few beers and another shot after that, everyone was feeling pretty good. The four of them were soon talking and laughing about music, what concerts they’d been to, then who used to date who in high school, and eventually the meaning of life, in the way only drunk people do.

“See, I always knew you guys were a lot of fun!” Nicole said, dancing to Eiffel 65’s “Blue” with the nearly empty bottle of tequila in hand.
“Oh yeah, you totally ‘partied’ with us all the time, I remember that,” said Wendy sarcastically and took a swig of beer. She was actually enjoying herself, the alcohol loosening her tongue.
“I knowwwwww... why didn’t we hang out more?” Nicole took a swig from the tequila bottle.
“‘Cause the popular kids never hang out with the losers, it’s high school rules 101,” said Owen without stopping his dance moves.
“That’sss right!” Nicole stopped dancing and her arms dropped to her sides. She took a few wobbly steps towards Owen and looked him in the eye, “Do you remember they used to call you three the OWL, because of your names?”
Lewis almost choked on a pretzel. “Hey Nicole, did you say that your family...”
“Yeah I remember,” said Wendy.
Nicole leaned and her head swiveled towards Wendy. She pointed and laughed, “spotted owl! Hmmnnn, they called you that ‘cause you got so many freckles!” Nicole tapped her fingers on her own face as though dotting herself with freckles.
“And everyone hated the fucking spotted owl,” added Wendy in a faux enthusiastic voice.
“That is so dumb, isn’t it?” Nicole said, looking at Owen again, “I mean, I envy you guys, you don’t haveta worry about what you look like, you don’t care if your shoes aren’t designer. Phhffttt!”
Wendy and Lewis exchanged glances, Lewis mouthing the words, “how much has she had?” Wendy shrugged, unsure.
Nicole continued, “I mean everyone loved me, I mean all the guys were like...” she looked lazily towards the back wall, “‘Nicole, you’re so beautiful,’ but all they really wanted to do was touch my tits.”
Wendy couldn’t believe what she was witnessing, “No, really? What animals!” she winked at Owen and Lewis.
“It’sss true!” Nicole went on, loudly whispering towards Lewis, “you want to touch my boobs don’t you?” She looked down at her own chest and pulled her neckline down, “they look good, right?”
“Your tits are spectacular!” Wendy said with a giant grin. She leaned back into the couch, and put her feet up on the table, knocking over half a dozen empty beer bottles, and reveling in the sight of Nicole’s air of perfection crumbling before her eyes.
Nicole grinned big and stumbled towards Wendy until she fell forward, ending up with her knees on the couch, and leaned in close to Wendy. “Ialwaysthought you... were ssoooo brave,” she rested her butt against the back couch cushion to avoid falling. “Being a dyke and like, everyone talking about you behind your back, buyouiddn’t care!”
“That’s right,” said Wendy, as she hooked the lip of her beer bottle on the neck of Nicole’s dress and peered down into her cleavage, “just a big ‘ol dyke, without a care in the world!”
Nicole snickered, and slid down to end up with her butt on the couch next to Wendy, her dress riding up, exposing a pair of black lace panties.
Loud-whispering to Wendy, “eyealwaysknew you had a crush on me!” Nicole sat back and nodded proudly.
Owen was grinning like a schoolboy on Christmas watching events unfold, and Lewis put a hand to his forehead.
“Thanks for coming down and keeping me company guys,” Nicole dropped the tequila bottle. Lewis and her both reached for it at the same time, but Lewis got it first and set it aside. While Nicole was still leaned forward, Lewis put his arms around her and lifted her up.
“Alright, I think it’s time for bed,” he laughed.
Nicole hugged him and leaned in to kiss him on the lips, instinctively pressing her body against him, “yeah,” she smiled dreamily, “itz you can’t wait to gemme into bed, huh?”
With Nicole leaning her entire weight onto him, and his own less than sober state, Lewis stumbled backwards into the second couch and was barely able to sit down and lean back instead of falling down. Nicole landed on top of him, passed out.
“Way to go tiger!” Wendy cheered.
Owen held up his beer to toast and Wendy clinked her bottle against his. “Who’ve thought Lewis, out of the three of us, would have ever landed Nicole fucking Cambridge!”
Lewis laughed despite himself, “Nicole, babe? Come on...” but she didn’t wake. “Fuck, she’s totally out,” said Lewis between giggles.
Owen got up and walked over to spank her butt, “Come on Nicole, bedtime!” She didn’t move. “She’s still breathing and everything right?”
“Yeah, she’s breathing fine, she’s just passed out,” said Lewis.
“Huh?” Owen slowly bent down and pulled the hem of her skirt up, over her ass, fully showing her lace panties were in fact a thong. “I’ve always wanted to do that!”
“Well,” joked Wendy, “if you ever wanted to fulfill those boyhood fantasies, now’s the time!”
Lewis put his hands on her ass and squeezed them playfully. “Oh God, I know it’s wrong, but I haveta admit, this is pretty nice!”
Owen laughed, “oh hey, wait!” He unzipped his fly and took out his cock, then turned Nicole’s head with one hand and held his cock up to her lips and mimed pumping it into her mouth, “oh yeah baby! That’s so good!”
“Izzssso good,” Nicole mumbled, her eyes still closed.
The OWLs burst into laughter.

It wasn’t any one of their ideas to take it further, but once Wendy joined them, it started to snowball. While Lewis was trying to lift Nicole’s limp body to get out from under her, Wendy approached and pulled Nicole’s thong down. Owen watched with a surprised expression while Wendy slowly pushed her middle finger up Nicole’s pussy, then pulled her finger out and sucked on it.
“What?” Wendy said, looking up at Owen, “You guys always had your fantasies, I had mine.”
Lewis continued to struggle under Nicole’s weight.
Owen reached down and put his own finger into the helpless coed, tasting it for himself. “Oooo, not bad!”
“I know, right?” said Wendy, “she’s so perfect, even her twat tastes amazing!”
Lewis’s ears perked up, “her what?!”
Wendy took Lew’s hand, and giggling with Owen, guided his middle finger to swipe up the length of Nicole’s slit. As soon as Lewis realized what he was feeling, his cock went erect. “Jesus Christ, you guys!”
“Hey hey!” Owen got excited, “let’s be proper wingmen, and help him get laid!” He whispered to Wendy. Owen pulled Nicole’s thong off and lifted her ass up enough to be able to spread her legs while Wendy, understanding what he was going for, reached down to unzip Lewis’s pants. She jerked them down with his underwear just enough to free his cock.
“The fuck are you guys doing?!” Lewis cried out. With Nicole’s ass and lower body lifted up, her face was now pressed into his.
Wendy shushed him, and stroked his cock with some spit to make sure it was nice and slippery before holding it upright. With some finesse and Wendy’s help, Ownen got Nicole’s body into position and just before her body slipped out of his grip, Wendy had Lewis’s cock lined up and it plunged right up into Nicole as her body slumped back down.
“Whoaaaa GOD! Jesus fucking Christ!” Lewis screamed, his mind blown realizing what they’d just done.

Despite his shock, Lewis was soon pumping balls deep into Nicole.
“Can’t believe I’m fucking doing this!” He said, but closed his eyes, squeezed her ass and rocked himself in and out of her. “God, she feels amazing!”
Wendy sat at the other end of the couch and sipped her beer while watching her friend violate his date. “And here I thought this was going to be the worst night ever!” She slipped a hand down her pants and started to masturbate.
Owen resumed trying to push his cock into Nicole’s mouth. She sleepily moaned as Lewis’s cock drove into her, and even reflexively sucked lightly on Owen’s cock.
“Oh fuck, shit, God, fuck,” Lewis started cussing and pumped faster.
“Whoa! Don’t cum in her, dude!” Shouted Owen.
Wendy snapped to the rescue, pulling Lewis's cock out of Nicole just before it was too late.
She sat back down at the end of the couch, and finished her beer, eyeing the glistening folds of Nicole’s pussy, which had a small halo of perfectly trimmed blond hair. She leaned in and pressed the empty beer bottle a few inches into Nicole and squealed in delight.
Owen, not satisfied with the weak blowjob, pushed Wendy aside and moved to straddle Nicole from behind as Lewis resumed fucking her, but more slowly.
“Oh my God, do it,” Wendy urged as she saw what Owen was trying to do. With some effort repositioning Nicole’s legs and some spit donated from Wendy, Owen managed to push himself up Nicoe’s ass.
Wendy touched herself while the boys had their way with the unconscious girl. They fucked her in unison with practiced rhythm that they’d perfected on Wendy.
“God, that looks amazing!” Wendy sighed lustfully. She watched her best friends and when their silly ‘I’m about to cum’ faces started to show, she once more came to the rescue, pulling them both away before they released inside her.
Owned and Wendy then turned Nicole over so that Lewis could finally get out from under her. Wendy pushed Nicole’s dress up, and the boys pulled it off over her head, revealing the most perfect, firm, large pair of breasts any of them had ever seen. While the boys undressed, Wendy got between Nicole’s legs and started rubbing her nipples and gleefully sucking on them. She sat up and pulled her own top off, and removed her own bra before leaning back down to fully enjoy feeling and sucking on Nicole’s tits, rubbing her own nipples against the beauty’s while the boys masturbated to the show.
After slobbering all over Nicole’s nipples for a few minutes, she winked at the boys and slid down, putting her hands under Nicole’s perfect ass and buried her face in the sweet tangy pussy. Soft moans emanated from Nicole while she still slept.
Owen took the liberty of undressing Wendy the rest of the way while she enjoyed her meal, and then couldn’t resist fucking her in the ass. Wendy rubbed her own clit and began to moan loudly into Nicole’s folds.
Lewis, meanwhile, positioned himself over Nicole as though he were doing a 69 with her, and worked his cock past her lips. Holding the sides of her head, he tilted her jaw up and was able to push his cock into her throat. He shuddered with pleasure, as he worked it down slowly, watching her neck bulge with his girth. He held her neck like he was choking her, squeezing himself inside her throat, and pumped back and forth like he was jacking off.
About every thirty seconds, Nicole’s body would begin to convulse and Lewis would pull out, letting her breathe for a few moments before pushing himself back in. After several cycles of this he cried out “Ahhh fuuucccckkkk!” just before he pulled out and sighed with immense satisfaction.
“Damn, dude!” Owen looked up from his own thrusting into Wendy, “did you cum in her?”
“Yeah, couldn't pull out in time! ... oops!”
“Uhhhggghhhhh,” Owen moaned, “speaking of which...” he pulled out of Wendy before losing it himself.
Wendy sat back and smacked her lips, her chin now dripping with saliva and juices from Nicole. “Come here,” she took hold of Owen’s cock with her left hand and rubbed him up and down, using her thumb the way she knew he liked. With her right hand, she shoved her index and middle fingers into Nicole’s cunt and went for the g-spot.
Nicole’s eyes fluttered and she groggily looked around with unfocusing eyes. She moaned and put her arms out to steady herself on the couch.
Wendy worked Owen’s cock and pulled him closer to Nicole’s face, while intensifying her action and speed rubbing Nicole’s g-spot. Louder, painful sounding moans turned into whimpers and Nicole started thrashing, trying to twist her body away from Wendy’s invading digits. Wendy responded by rubbing Nicole’s clit with her thumb and Nicole cried out in desperate incoherent wails, bucking up and down violently. Lewis grabbed her shoulders and held her down. Owen was whining louder now too, near his own climax, eyes clenched, as he put his hands over Wendy’s using her hand to jerk himself off.
Wendy helped aim his cock, and cried out in triumph as the thick jets of cum burst forth from Owen and splattered all over Nicole’s face. Nicole’s bucking spasms continued for a moment and then in a wash of warm fluid, Wendy’s hand was drenched. She smiled and greedily leaned down to lap up the perfect girl’s cum.
When the boys’ heads had stopped swimming from post cum bliss, they looked down at their friend, still hungrily lapping away at Nicole’s sopping wet pussy.
“God damn, Wendy!” Lewis exclaimed.
She ignored him and continued rubbing her tongue against the little button just above where her two fingers were still inside of Nicole. The boys watched in astonishment as she slurped and licked and continued finger banging the delirious Nicole.
Wendy came up for air a few moments later, but took the opportunity to work a third finger into Nicole’s cunt. Then she looked at the boys, who were watching her, mouths gaping. “Oh yeah, you’ve never seen me with another chick, huh?” She grinned an evil grin.
Owen and Lewis shook their heads, speechless. Wendy giggled like a little girl about to open her birthday present and returned her attention to Nicole. She looked over the helpless woman below her and pushed Nicole’s legs open wider. “Hold her down!”
Lewis and Owen glanced at one another, but did as she instructed. Lewis put his hands on her shoulders, and Owen took hold of her wrists.
Wendy massaged the inner walls of Nicole’s pussy with three fingers, now using slow deliberate movements. In and out, in and out, waiting for Nicole’s pussy to relax, and then stretching it out past her knuckles until her fingers were all the way in, over and over. Then, adding her pinky finger to the motion and making a spear hand, she slowly pushed. Half way in, Nicole whimpered and shuddered. Wendy pulled back and slowly twisted her hand, moving in and out again, in and out, deeper each time until she tucked her thumb into the palm of her hand, and evoking cries of pain from Nicole, Wendy pushed until her entire slender hand was engulfed up Nicole’s twat.
Wendy worked her hand around, feeling the soft flesh inside her former school crush, watching Nicole writhe and resist and whine in protest.
“Mmmmmm!” Wendy moaned, her left hand darted down to her own nether region and began rubbing furiously. Her eyes roamed from Nicole’s chest, to her cum covered face, to the dumbfounded looks of surprise on her best friends faces as they struggled to keep the blond under control. She then looked down to her arm that disappeared into Nicole’s cunt at the end of her wrist. She ran her fingers up and down her own slit, sliding a middle finger into herself and out, over and over, the tension building. She began to jerk her right hand back and forth slightly inside of Nicole, feeling Nicole’s insides slosh around her hand as she pressed hard against her own clit. “Ohhhh Oooooohhhh OOOHHHHHH!” Wendy came hard, trembling and squeezing her legs closed tight around her finger. Streams of cum ran down her legs while she panted and gasped out her climax.

Mind dizzy, she felt Owen’s hands on her shoulders as he knelt down beside her. Owen put his arm around her, holding her tight to help her stay upright on her knees. Lewis gently took hold of Wendy’s forearm, and with his other hand against Nicole’s crotch, pulled her hand out of Nicole.
“That was...” Lewis gazed in awe at Wendy’s cum drenched hand and shook his head, speechless.
“How do you feel?” Owen asked.
Wendy leaned against Owen, completely exhausted, and smiled sleepily, “done done!”

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[Shocker]

The safety in numbers didn't go exactly like Nicole had intended, or so I would say. Pretty hot story