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Several days later . . .
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Tara had just finished talking with Sam at his office. She wanted to think things over before committing to breast augmentation surgery, and she wouldn’t have time to do that AND have the surgery during this layover. But she was definitely leaning towards getting the boob-job. She wasn’t even interested in going really big. She just wanted to have actual curves.
She wandered into the house she temporarily shared with about seven other people. It was her, Keira, Carlos, Sunny, Thomas (a cook), Jeff (a lifeguard) and Paul (a waiter). After living there for a couple of days, Tara realized that chaos wasn’t simply a concept; it was an actual geographic location. It was only a three-bedroom house, so people crashed wherever they could. There were two beds in most of the bedrooms except the master bedroom, which had a four-post, canopied kind-sized bed. That was Keira’s. The buxom woman had inherited the house from her grandmother, so she was the only one who had a permanent bedroom to herself. The rest of the house was like musical chairs when it came time to go to bed; everyone grabbed a spot before someone else did. Unfortunately, Tara hadn’t known this when she first arrived. She had curled up in a corner of the living room with a sleeping bag and a body-pillow and had gone to sleep a bit fitfully. Occasionally, a groan or other pleasurable sound drifted through the darkness as some member of the group enjoyed another member’s “company.” At some point, Keira had wandered out and noticed her young friend’s uncomfortable predicament and had hauled the half-conscious young woman into the master bedroom and tucked her into that huge bed. Keira lay down next to her, and Tara fell asleep again. That time she was comfortable and that time . . . she felt safe.
And that was how the sleeping arrangements had been for a few days. Since Tara and Keira had gotten used to sleeping in the same room anyway, the older woman had made Tara her official roommate when they were on land AND at sea.
At the moment, no one seemed to be home. She tossed her stuff on the couch, then grabbed the remote. She thought a dose of Jerry Springer might alleviate her impending boredom. Then she heard a groan coming from the master bedroom. She tiptoed over and glanced through the crack in the door.
Keira was lying buck-naked on the edge of the bed, and Carlos was kneeling on the floor with his head between her thighs. Keira had her hands on her head, gripping her dark hair as if to keep herself from screaming. Carlos must’ve been doing a good job for a while, since Keira started into her orgasm shortly after Tara started watching. Her breasts were jiggling more than usual as her body quivered in delight.
“Carlos, you were born to eat pussy,” Keira muttered dreamily. “But it’s time for some payback and . . . well, you know.”
Tara couldn’t see Carlos’s face from where she was, but she was willing to bet he was smiling. Keira sat up and Carlos stood next to the bed. Tara finally got a good look at his mammoth erection, and had to suppress a gasp. It had to be nine inches long, perfectly smooth and capped off with a generous mushroom-head. Keira wrapped her hands around that shaft and immediately took that head between her luscious lips and sucked on it noisily. Tara found her hand had crept into her pants and panties, and she started fingering herself. ‘This is just so hot!’ she thought.
Keira was giving Carlos a very sloppy blowjob, completely with sucking noises and spit leaking out the corner of her mouth. Tara didn’t blame her for that, as the pole in her mouth was pretty big. Tara saw the woman’s hand creep between his legs, pushing on them until he spread them a bit. Then she started fondling his heavy, smooth nutsack, cupping it gently in her hand. She was able to take a little more than half his cock into her mouth on every down-stroke, but she seemed to be getting the job done. She appeared to be applying a great deal of pressure to the sensitive head of his penis, causing him to moan louder.
Then Tara noticed something else. Keira had stopped fondling his balls and inserted a finger into his ass. ‘Do guys actually like that?’ Tara thought. ‘I guess some guys do, particularly if they’re gay, but I didn’t think Carlos was . . . like that. He can’t be entirely, seeing as he’s having sex with a woman . . . This is so confusing.’ But what wasn’t confusing was Carlo’s reaction. As soon as her finger started tickling his prostate, he gasped.
“Oh yes,” he said. “That’s fuckin’ awesome.”
Keira kept it up for a few minutes, then stuck a second finger into Carlos’s tight sphincter. Tara watched as her friend fingered the young man’s ass while he used those muscular butt-cheeks to plunge his flesh sword into her warm and willing mouth.
“I think it’s time,” Keira said after letting Carlo’s cock slip from her mouth. She lay back on the bed and he straddled her midsection, placing his huge cock between her breasts. She pushed those enormous globes together around his slick shaft and smiled as he started pumping his rod between them.
‘Well,’ thought Tara, ‘everyone said he was a breast man.’ Tara had to slow her own fingers down, as she was dangerously close to orgasm and wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep it quiet. She watched as Carlos pounded away at Keira’s cleavage and she listened as his heavy balls slapped into Keira’s body. And Keira had a look of absolute lust on her normally jovial face. Tara didn’t understand what pleasure a woman could derive from that particular act, but Keira appeared to be having a ball (pardon the pun). Tara saw Carlos stop, straighten his back and let out a long, low groan as he shot his load from between her generous tit-flesh. Long gooey strings of jizz splashed against Keira’s chin and neck. It seemed that Carlos had cum a bucket before he finally stopped and lay down next to his lover.
“You know what you have to do next,” Keira whispered.
Carlos smiled and began wiping his cum from his chest with two fingers, then inserted those fingers into Keira’s mouth. The dark-haired girl would suck on those fingers until she had cleaned them completely, then Carlos would go back for more. Finally, most of the sticky residue had been cleaned up, and the two exchanged a friendly, but not overly passionate, kiss. They looked like two friends enjoying a good fuck rather than full-fledged lovers.
Tara looked at them both, basking in the content afterglow of the act. Her heart was racing as she quietly snuck into the bathroom so she could achieve her own sexual release. She thought of Carlos and his muscular body, huge cock and rock-hard ass. Then she thought of Keira; her impressive curves, beautiful face and soft-looking lips. As Tara’s body was rocked by her own orgasm, she found herself wondering something. As she had been watching those two fuck, she had thought to herself that she wanted some of that action someday. But she couldn’t figure out which of the two she wanted more. She raised her fingers to her lips and tentatively sucked her own cum from them. ‘Oh well,’ she thought as she enjoyed the taste of her own juices. ‘It’s not like either of them would ever really be interested in me anyway.’