My Only Talent Ch. 27

Even more pleasant were thoughts of working with Robbie Roberts on early MWF mornings this coming semester. She had crafted a clever plan with even more than her usual OCD-like thoroughness, and was confident that mid-May would find Mr. Roberts with an upper body like he had never dreamed of. There was something about that kid and his flirting and confident manner that spoke to her.

He even gave hints of understanding what her fantasies were. Or, in her increasing need, was she just projecting her obsessive fantasy scenes onto his comments that really meant something else? Unfortunately, it wouldn't matter. When she stopped in Fort Stockton, she would send Roberts a text to remind him to start keeping up his food and exercise diary again. She had a lot of work to do on him, and she needed all the baseline data she could get.

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It didn't take long for Orinda and me to remove Candy's hot little outfit. The sight of her starkly contrasting tan and pink areas, close up and imminently touchable, soon had me very short of breath and long on altered circulation. Seeing Orinda's very dark hand moving across those breasts was even more titillating. We alternated kissing her mouth, and she put her hands on the back of our necks and alternated pulling us into her. Then we began gently kissing her little pink rock Candy nipples, and she groaned with each touch. Orinda started to remove her blouse, but Candy reached out to stop her.

"I want you both to keep all your clothes on for a while, with one modification." She reached out and pulled down my zipper, reached into my underwear, and liberated my cock, which stuck straight out, red and pulsing, and surrounded by my Navy blue pants. She touched it lightly and smiled. I hoped she was happy to see it, and not laughing at it. She pushed her hips out until they were just on the front edge of the couch, and then used her hand on the back of Orinda's neck to pull her head up so they made eye contact. "I want you to kiss me."

Orinda smiled and gulped, and then Candy's hand pushed her head down and made it clear where she expected to be kissed. Orinda started well down on her thigh, just above the knee, and then Candy sighed and put both her hands on my dick. College may not be for everyone, but I was now sure it was the right thing for me. I didn't think I could get any harder, but somehow Candy's light touch was accomplishing exactly that. I began to worry about coming just from watching the two of them. I decided to concentrate of their Suzie signals, since that often distracted me from coming too soon. Candy was floating on a cloud of sensuous feelings, and Orinda was crazed with excitement.

By now Orinda's head was right between Candy's legs, kissing her inner thighs and almost ready to dive into the main event. She drew a big breath and said "Candy you are so wet!" and then began tonguing her gently.

Candy was now working on frigging my cock like one of Kevin's favorite internet hand job web sites, but when Orinda's tongue made first contact, Candy gritted her teeth and grunted. "Oh, fuck. Fuck me!"

I figured that was my cue. I stood up and grabbed Candy's shoulders gently, getting her to put more weight on her legs and lean forward a bit while I slipped in behind her onto the couch. I then spread her legs, moved up to the front edge of the couch, and grabbed her waist to guide her down onto me. Orinda moved her head in synchrony, but kept her mouth on Candy. Candy was so wet and so ready, and she put herself right on me and moved steadily down, bending her legs and showing me a captivating view of her apparently perfect ass. She narrated her own movements, "Oh fuck yeah. Fuck yeah!"

I leaned back and pulled her back against me, slipping my hands around to her breasts. Her nipples fit perfectly, popping out between the second and third fingers of each hand. If I turned my head at just the right angle, I could see Orinda's head moving around on Candy, but not actually see her mouth and tongue touching her. If leaned forward for a better view, my chest moved forward and my pelvis moved back, and it reduced my penetration of Candy. Unacceptable. I finally tuned Candy's Suzie signal and adjusted my angle and thrusts to please her the most. Slow and deep, it turned out. It felt fantastic.

I could also hear in the signal the little ruffles and flourishes that Orinda's mouth was making, like a wire brush on a high hat cymbal. That was smooth jazz indeed. Suddenly the percussionist made twenty little fast hits, keeping the cymbal ringing continuously, and Candy came with a very musical little kitten like growling sound. Orinda made slurping noises, then stopped motionless for a moment, and then began playing percussion again.

I guess that made me the rhythm section, so I resumed my slow and steady beat. The contrasting skin tones and languid motions of the two girls looked so hot that I began to worry that I would pop too soon, so I turned my head the other way and looked out the window for a distraction. I had read somewhere about doing multiplication tables or the like in your head to take your attention off of the pleasurable sensations.

That wasn't sufficient, but I did find that trying to remember and sub-vocalize the trig identities we had memorized to facilitate some of the more common integration problems for the last chapter of calculus worked pretty well. I gazed out the window for additional distractions. There were several. Candy's apartment was on the south west corner, but the window mostly faced west, not south.

There was a well lit orange and white 24 hour Whataburger store right across the street with a big line of cars in the drive through at this peak late night munchies hour. From up here on the fourth floor I could see the back of the ZTA house, but that made me fantasize about hot little rich girls (who according to Kevin's ZZZ gossipology not only had Zits, Teats, and Acne, but also loved to give head) and that memory hardly functioned to delay my climax. Finally I spotted an 'urban outdoorsmen' pissing in a dumpster in the alley, and I knew I could last a good deal longer, as long as I didn't lose my hard on entirely.

Orinda delivered another set of tongue ruffles and lip flourishes and Candy came again, like a jazz singer with perfect timing. After she lolled her head and shoulders from side to side for a moment, she reached down under Orinda's chin and brought it up so as to make eye contact with her. "You, my lovely friend, have a magical mouth!"

Orinda looked a little embarrassed, but then smiled, her chin gleaming wet. "Best pussy I ever ate! The only pussy, too!"

Candy moved her head around to look at me. "Robbie, are you ready to come?"

"I suppose I could. Right now?"

"Oh, not yet! Orinda, do you mind if I suck him off all by myself this first time?"

Orinda managed a grin and an ironic tone all at once. "As long as get to watch."

I pulled out of Candy, turned towards her and bent down a little to bring my cock level with her mouth. She smiled a very smug smile and began to lick me gently and teasingly. Orinda watched from six inches away, mouth open and eyes big. Neither of them had ever looked so beautiful. Then Candy made eye contact with me and began to suck me in earnest. Her mouth seemed to get hotter and her eyes shone more brightly. Orinda leaned in even closer and licked her lips, framing another picture for my girlfriend Hall of Fame wall. That did it for me. Bingo!

Candy murmured her approval, not that I could have stopped at that point, and took everything I had to give, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock like water swirls down a drain. And drain me she did: completely, wonderfully, enchantingly, an artist in the medium of local pressure differentials and tongue strokes. Then she gulped and swallowed what she had been holding in her mouth, and looked mischievously at Orinda, who simply said "Damn, girl!"

Well said. I shucked off all my clothes and sat back down on the couch, and both girls' Suzies were now pounding with anticipation. As I decoded their fantasy images, another bit of ZZZ gossip came to mind: the apocryphal 'pussy parties' that were said to be an ongoing ritual in certain sororities. I was about to witness such an event held by a very special sorority, a very exclusive one with only two members.

Two very, very hot members who were about to be devoted to each other for a while, and were making up their own rituals as they went. And I only had to watch for that while, until my one and only member was ready to join the party again. I moved to the window end of the long couch, and they began to circle each other like cats about to fight or fuck or cuddle, or all three. Orinda did her own little quick improvisational strip tease, underscoring how freaking beautiful she really was.

Although they probably weren't thinking about it that way, they were certainly putting on quite a show. Candy was a little more aggressive at first - perhaps because she had just had two shuddering comes and was already in an altered state. Still, they were women, and they took their time with each other. They soon moved into opposed positions that would inevitably lead to them 69'ing each other, but for now they were just kissing each other's breasts and necks. What a sight.

Soon they were kissing each other's navels, and using their hands to stroke each other gently. Their breathing became louder: so did mine. Then Orinda twisted around on top, with her perfect ass facing towards me, soon to be centered over Candy's face. Candy reached up from underneath and spread Orinda's legs a bit, giving her a face on but upside down view of Orinda's pussy. Candy and I gasped simultaneously.

I had never seen anything like it. The best visual analogy I can make is to imagine a big juicy dark skinned plum that has been split vertically down the middle so that two gashes of the delicious red fruit inside showed against the darker surrounding skin, and in the middle between those two lovely wet red areas was a central patch of bright pink juicy bubble gum. It took my breath away.

Candy spoke first "Oh my!" She smacked her lips. "That's incredible." Had I been in her place, I would not have been able to avoid just diving into that black, red and pink, plum and bubble gum flavored, hot steaming pussy pudding. I had to exercise major self control to not push Candy aside and go for it myself. It was hypnotizing. Candy at first just used her hands to spread first those dark ass checks and then open up those dark red lips a bit and touch them gently, getting her fingers wet in the process. Another wave of Suzie signals hit me from both girls - they were in new territory and buzzing with excitement. The pink bubble gum called out to me - and I wanted to chew. Candy got there first.

I just watched in awe for a while, and listened to the slurps and grunts, and the Suzie signals washing over me. Orinda liked being worshipped - she came almost immediately. Then she moved her shoulders a bit and bent her neck down and began some enthusiastic reciprocation on Candy - who soon came too. They then demonstrated their female sexual super powers, and just did it all over again, and again. I stood transfixed at the end of the couch and watched them do it, as a series of pulsing orgasmic Suzie signals hit me between the eyes.

I may have been frozen, but old John Henry, the pile driving man, suddenly channeled his spirit through my dick, in stages of wood, stone and finally obsidian. I leaned forward, and realized I had a little solid geometry problem to solve. The girls were perfectly comfortable on the couch, and Orinda's pussy was on top, wet, fragrant, and appeared immensely penetrable, doggy style, but the relatively tall armrest of the couch was right in the way. I bumped against it with the front of my thighs, as apparently my spinal reflexes needed evidence that I just couldn't bull forward and fuck her.

But somehow that bump engaged some visualization neurons somewhere that Asa could probably give me all the special names and circuit diagrams for, and I knew what to do. I put my left foot on the floor next to the front of the couch, and balanced myself so I could stand on it alone. Then I threw my right leg over the back of the couch, such that the back of my knee hooked over it and could also support most of my weight if needed.

The outside of my right calf and foot were against the wall, braced between the couch and the wall. I then moved my left leg around a bit to brace it against the front leg of the couch near the floor, and now felt I could not only stand on either leg, but thrust fore and aft vigorously without falling over. I bent my knees and got aligned with my target, and reached down to grab Orinda just above her waist, with my fingers along her ribs and my thumbs on her back near her kidneys.

The anticipation was incredible, and I stopped with my dick about half an inch from Orinda's dark outer lips, feeling like a primitive conqueror, while the image of red plum fruit and pink bubble gum burned into my brain. I don't care who you are: that right there was definitely some more girlfriend hall of fame material. I bumped the couch again, and Candy, from her upside down position, opened her eyes and looked up in surprise at my cock, which in its current state was making its best possible visual impression on her.

I pushed it just into Orinda, spreading aside her inner lips and feeling and incredible hotness and wetness. Candy's eyes got huge, probably looking even more so since they were only about six inches away. I heard a new Suzie signal from her: it was almost like the 'female herd envy' signal I knew from envious groups of women at parties: but this was a positive, not a negative feeling. I realized she was anticipating what Orinda was about to get and was not envious of her, but empathetically joyous for her. Candy licked her lips and said breathily, "Oh Fuck, Orinda!"

Precisely! Orinda was tight, but so wet I was soon plunging her fully. She made these funny little noises and pushed back against me very encouragingly. Candy stopped watching and started licking again. It was almost impossible for her to get her tongue on Orinda's clit from this angle, but she was working everything else, including occasionally my balls. Orinda came and that magical mystery pussy grabbed me like a pair of those expensive stainless steel fishing pliers, but I did not even get close to coming. I wasn't channeling John Henry any more - I was John Henry now, and I fucked on.

Orinda came at least three more times, making more and more noise and sending louder and louder Suzie all the while. The last two Candy just watched and narrated instead of licked. She could not stop talking about how much juice Orinda was dripping. I speculated that Orinda had completely and enthusiastically overcome her fear of males and sperm, and was perhaps a little more trusting of her contraceptives, too.

A new level of Suzie sprung forth from her, and her gorgeous pussy gripped me with continuously ratcheting strength. "I want to feel you come in me, Robbie! All the way in me and all you can give me!"

Hypothesis confirmed. Candy had her opinion, too. "Give it to her, Robbie. Give her everything you've got!"

John Henry considered it, but he was pretty happy just fucking along on autopilot like he was. Candy slid back towards me until the top of her head was butted right up the arm of the couch, pushed her neck up a little bit, and began to kiss me right between my asshole and my scrotum. Even John Henry couldn't hold out long with that kind of treatment. I then felt a buzz up and down my spine and all the way down into my balls, and then a Suzie blast came out of me like the one I had directed Melanie's 'playmates' at the dorm, except it was loving and caring and focused on Orinda.

It was like some kind of reflex, or ancient spinal memory, or something else entirely. I thrust myself into Orinda, pulling her to me with both arms so strongly I might have snapped some of her ribs. I pushed with my legs, pushing her shoulders down and up toward the front of the couch and levering myself up and a higher angle for deeper penetration. It felt like my cock expanded inside of her and then it seemed like my soul was shooting out through my cock. Her orgasm and accompanying Suzie reached down into me and gave me a little electric shock, triggering a final spasmodic ejaculation as I pinned her down to the couch and then almost passed out.

I stood up and then sat perched on the armrest of the couch, pretty much out of it. I saw but did not fully comprehend Orinda's pink bubble gum with slash of white inside, and then my view was blocked by Candy's head. I drifted off for a while, then startled awake when I almost fell off the armrest.

When I focused again, Orinda and Candy were still 69ing and giggling on the couch. My stomach growled, and somehow I put together a thought. My blood sugar must be really low. It felt like I did after I kept running well past 'the wall' on Lavaca Street at the end of my first marathon attempt, and just like I felt in the airplane after punching ponytail. Bob the Knob's energy gels, or those little sugar envelopes! That's what I needed, but I was too dazed and confused to seek them out.

Then Candy and Orinda stood up, walking gloriously naked over to the refrigerator, and bending over very attractively to look inside. Candy reached down into one of the bottom drawers and rummaged through a paper bag, then grabbed two bottled waters from an upper shelf. Orinda got water and an apple, and then they walked back toward me.

Candy took my hands and put several little brown things into my palm. "Have a Snickers, Robbie. You're just not yourself when you're hungry!" That paper bag must have been her stash of leftover Halloween candy. She held out a bottle of water to me, too.

What an angel of mercy. They were the little bite size ones, small and chewy, but cool and delicious, and I polished off four of the little suckers in no time, followed by half a bottle of water, and began to feel better almost immediately. "Thank you Candy. I really needed that!"

Orinda hugged us both. "Candy, will you take us to bed now?" Candy giggled, and led us into her bedroom. I don't fully remember everything that happened after that. The Snickers bars did revive the brain between my ears, and the girls soon fully revived the brain between my legs. I distinctly remember eating Orinda's wonder pussy for some time, and reveling in her incredible Suzie music as I did so. Candy jumped in and kissed her ass while I took care of the pussy, and Orinda was in her glory for some time. I also fondly remember entering Candy's ass while Orinda ate her pussy, and that was a real hall of fame highlight for me. I also remember laying in an exhausted daze while they continued to get each other off repeatedly.

I woke to find both girls next to me in Candy's bed, looking at me fondly. Candy spoke first. "Good morning sleepy head! You are one funky little male monkey. I think you have dried pussy juice from both of us on your eyebrows, and I know you have dried come on your pubic hair."

I was still a little loopy. "You are both wonderful young ladies and I am proud to have your bodily fluids on my eyebrows!" The both laughed.

"Let's all take a shower and then get a gourmet breakfast!" Candy trilled. Whatever her apartment complex's other shortcomings, it had plenty of hot water, and we used it. We all got thoroughly clean, and well kissed, but I was still short on my normal ass worship duties: maybe more on that later. Orinda and I put our clothes from last night back on and Candy donned a whole new outfit: an orange and white tracksuit thing that really hugged her figure. We followed her across the street, and she headed into the Whataburger.