Casey and Ashley are in the open doorframe.

Right as you ride the second orgasm coming from Paul behind you, you hear clapping hands. You dive out from between Trisha's legs, and find that Casey and Ashley are standing in the open door, granting you a slow applause. They are still in their skintight swimsuits.

"Hey, how long have you been there already?" you ask, again surprised how not out of breath you sound. Surprised, yes, sexy, yes, but not out of breath, thanks to your unique mouth. In reality, you just feel quite exhausted already, although you could have continued fucking Trisha even waiting for Paul's third ejaculation.

Trisha sighs loudly, but her face is even redder than during sex. That might be... embarrassment? You turn your head around and look at Paul, who is entirely glistening with in sweat, but still with the shimmering white hair all over his body, too. He stares at Ash and Casey as if they are ghosts, but you have a slight problem to see if he's embarrassed too. You feel at your own face, and it's hot, sweaty and probably flushed red too.

"Emcey and um... you're Paul?" Casey says sternly. Ashley nods at her, and she continues: "Don't pull out, Paul... or wait, did you use protection?" Paul shakes his head, in shame. He originally promised to do so. "I thought so." Casey says. "Off the bed, okay? I don't want ten liters of boycum on our bed tonight. Off the bed together, and wash off in the bathroom." She crosses her arms in front of her chest.

You manage to do that, with Paul awkwardly cupping his hands below your connected bodies. You still leave a trail, but Ashley has a wet wipe and dives onto the bed on cleaning duty, observed by Casey.

... And then the bathroom door closes behind you, after you and Paul shuffled into the plumbing unit of your student apartment, and you both let out another breath. You stay together and shuffle below the showerhead. There, Paul finally pulls out, and a sticky stream of brilliant white fluid leaks down to the floor, with some pink spots. It's not nearly ten liters, or even 100 milliliter, but Casey had a point in not wanting to sleep in that puddle. You're a bit amazed how body fluids are also part of your color-coding scheme.

"Hey um, is everything okay?" he asks and points with his thumb at the door. "I mean, with Casey. You're lovers, right?"

You're more confident now, however. Casey probably thinks that she controls everything around, but it was you all along. It was you who changed the dorm rules, and who even created this whole 'swimming-pool-dorm' on accident. You can fix any problems that Casey might have with you seducing Trisha and Paul.

So you just place a finger on Paul's mouth and draw him into a close embrace. Only now you realize that you're slightly taller than him. "Yes, and so are we, Paul. Trisha too. And great lovers, I will say."

You're pretty close, and Paul licks his lips. His eyes are at the same level as your tock. Which is, by the way, is still out in almost full length, but no longer vibrating. Paul stutters: "So... Emcey... you're not mad about me calling you..."

You frown a bit. "Right, you shouted a name when you first came. Was that Jules? Sorry, do you also have boyfriend? Or two, like Trisha?" you giggle softly, as you remember being a bit shocked about Trisha's earlier confession.

"Eh, no." Paul says. "My GIRLfriend, um. She's called Julia, but I call her 'Jule' when... we have sex. That... just slipped out. Out there. You're not mad?"

"If you're still together, you can invite her, too!" You turn on the shower and you both shriek slightly as the water turns out to be cold at first. You lean forward and place the tip of your long tock on his lips. "Do you want to try it, too?"

His eyes have been fixated on the tock the whole time, but now he hesitates. You giggle. "You only fucked my normal girl parts tonight, Paul. I thought you were interested in the tock?" He opens his mouth to protest, and you quickly slide in. "Mmm! uMmm nud nuuy!" Is all he manages, but you also lean forward and sling your arms around his back.

He relaxes a bit, and hugs you back. And also grinds against your hips. You feel up his member, and it's already hard enough again. So you guide him into your snatch, but also push deeper down his throat. His tongue tries admirably to make you feel good, but you know immediately that this is the first time he has a dick in his mouth. So you're gentle with him, and don't push further as soon as you realize that he begins gagging.

Down below, he quickly unloads in your pussy again, and doesn't try to hold back. You pull out, and he as well, and you begin washing off in earnest. "Shit, I'm sorry." he mumbles, dejectedly. "I really can't keep up with you. I mean, in the shower! I never tried that... I mean, only when I'm alone, and that's entirely different."

Now he looks at his wiener, already down to half-limp again. "And then also, everyone says 'black guys have huge cocks', but look at me. Much smaller than you, and you're a woman."