Ask about Clarice

Xabar is thoroughly enjoying the blowjob he is receiving from Monica. He doesn’t have to ask Hager how it’s going for him, because his expression is one of absolute bliss as he sits back and lets Monica bounce up and down on his lap. Xabar wishes he could freeze time for a moment and use this opportunity to get Hager to finally admit that Xabar’s schemes don’t always turn out disastrously.

“M’gunna Q’msune,” says Monica. Xabar looks down at her, wondering if she she uttering some obscure incantation. Then he realizes her words are garbled because her mouth is filled with his prick as she buries her nose in his public hair.

“What was that, Dear?” he asks her, lifting her chin with his hand.

She pulls her face from his crotch long enough to say, “I’m going to cum soon!” She immediately returns to her task of locking her lips on his shaft and sucking for all she is worth.

“M’gunna Q’msune, too!” gasps Hager from behind her.

Xabar isn’t far from a big, ol’ m’gunna, himself, but he remembers the reason why he came here in the first place and doesn’t want to miss the opportunity.

“Why don’t we try something a little different,” he suggests, reluctantly pulling his cock out of her hungry mouth and guiding her to a standing position, off of Hager’s lap.

They both look at him for direction, and Xabar declines on the loveseat, pulling Monica down on him. She takes his cue and straddles his waist, lowering her pussy onto his saliva-coated cock.

Hager stands there, looking unsure of himself. Xabar catches his eye and then gestures with his hands and his expression toward Monica’s backside. Hager’s mouth falls open, and his eyes grow wide. Xabar realizes he will need some encouragement.

“Monica, you’d probably really like Hager to fuck your ass right now, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, YES,” she cries, pounding down hard on Xabar’s cock as she does. “That’s exactly what I want!”

The next few minutes are almost painfully awkward, as Hager attempts to mount Monica, maintain his balance, and navigate his pecker into her tight bumhole. Once accomplished, it takes a bit for the two young men to coordinate their thrusting so as to not cause them all to tumble off the loveseat, and so as to avoid Hager accidentally pulling out of Monica and impaling his friend, instead.

This delay in the game gives Xabar his opportunity to ask Monica about Clarice.

“So I hear your roommate was seeing Professor Riggins,” he said, trying to be as casual as possible when laying underneath the weight of two naked people.

“Clarice?” answered Monica, squirming to position her ass for Hager’s entry. “She was such a slut! She was seeing just about everyone!”

Xabar frowned. Somehow that piece of information had escaped him. He prided himself on getting to know every girl who had questionably-loose morals. He wondered how she had slipped under his radar.

“Did she ever hook up with the professor here, or did they have a little love nest?” Hager finally managed to penetrate Monica’s ass at this point, so her answer is delayed by a few gasps, grunts, and exclamations about how gloriously full she felt with two amazing cocks inside her. Under the circumstances, Xabar was uncharacteristically patient to wait for her answer.

Finally, she said, “They hooked up in his office. In fact, I still have the key that he gave her. I haven’t been able to give it back because he has been on leave.”

Xabar smiled. Everything about this plan was going better than expected.

“And where is this key?” asked Xabar, feeling his balls beginning to draw up in preparation for a big unloading. “My Dad is chancellor, after all. I’ll gladly give it to him.”

Monica raises a hand to point toward the door. She opens her mouth to say something, but all that escapes her lips are moans and grunts of greater intensity. Any words that might have been included are drowned out by Hager’s cries of, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck! OH FUCK!!!” as he rams his cock hard and fast into her ass.

Xabar looks in the direction of Monica’s gesture and sees a small box on a table by the door. He is about to ask about it when his partners in this ménage à trois cry out simultaneously. Xabar feels Monica’s pussy contract powerfully around his cock, and that’s all it takes to send him over the edge, pumping his spunk in thick ribbons deep into her spasming cunt.

Once their orgasms begin to subside, Monica and Hager collapse on top of Xabar. He struggles for breath, but is, himself, too spent to budge or to even care if he suffocates. He makes a mental note to go back to that merchant and stock up on Elixir of Cupid, and he wonders if he can get it in a five-gallon container.

When strength begins to return to the threesome, they sit up and sit snuggly on the loveseat, with Monica between the two boys. Xabar looks at his friend, who has stars in his eyes and a grin that shows no sign of leaving his face any time soon.