Morning meeting

At 9:30 you're outside James Gavin's office. His secretary Lorraine, a statuesque blonde in her late forties, announces you and you walk into his expansive office

"John, excellent! Great to see you." Gavin greets you with a warm handshake and a clap on the back. I was going to have coffee brought in but I thought of something better." He gestures to the couch and you see Jean, the young blonde intern standing near it.

"Good morning Mr. Chandler."

"Good morning Jean. Good to see you again," you tell her, seeing a blush rise to her cheeks. She's wearing a loose, summery dress, it's bright colors a startling contrast against her milky skin. She has her hair in a pony tail again today. Gavin smiles at the two of you for a moment, then turns to you.

"Your message reminded me of the times we shared some years back. And the women we've shared. Laurel was particularly entertaining. I was always sorry when you married her and took her away."

"She and I were discussing that very thing last night. She has fond memories of those days."

"Does she. Does she indeed. Well, tell her from me that my memories are every bit as fond," he smiles at you, the gestures at Jean. "To get to the matter at hand. I asked Jean to join us so we might relive those happy days. What do you say John? Feel like a little morning break?"

"I don't see why not," you answer. Jean is looking in confusion between the two of you, obviously uncertain of the subtext.

"Where should be start? Do you have a preference for ends, or should we flip for choice?" he asks.

"She could choose. Or better yet, make her flip," you answer, seeing some worry mix with the confusion in the slender blonde's face.

"Excellent idea. Jean, come over here, girl. Join the party," he beckons her, looking every bit the kindly old man. She comes forward, watching the two of you uncertainly. "Isn't she sweet?" he says, touching her cheek. "So pure looking, so innocent, so utterly ready to be spoiled."

"Sir?" she quavers, the faintest shiver running through her.

"Take this coin, child. I want you to decide which of Mr. Chandler or I is heads. Got it?"

"I think so, sir. You can be heads, sir."

Good girl, now flip the coin. Looks like it comes up me, John," her grins at you then turns his attention back to her. "Now pick up the coin again, and this time heads will mean heads and tails will mean tails. Flip the coin again, child. Heads again. Excellent. That will give you the tail, John." Jean's eyes dart between the two of you, the first glimmers of understanding starting to reach her.

"Take your dress off, Jean," Gavin orders, smiling at her like a wolf about to eat a rabbit.

"Now sir?" she squeaks taking a short step back.

"Come on girl, don't be silly, we've both seen you naked."

"But sir!" she protests.

"Now Jean we don't have to go over all that tiresome business about your grant, do we? Be a good girl, and take your dress off. Unless you'd like to rip it off her John."

She looks horrified and starts pulling the dress over her head, revealing a plain white bra and panty set. She stands embarrassed, looking at both of you.

"You really should invest in some prettier undergarments, child."

"Yesterday I used scissors to cut them off her," you say.

"How exciting. Would you like that again today, Jean?" She gasps, quickly stripping out of her bra, and stepping out of her panties. She stands before you, covering her nubbins of breasts with one arm. She doesn't cover her pussy, leaving the pretty, downy mound exposed.

"Delicious," Gavin says, stroking a hand down her arm. She shivers prettily, looking at him with growing apprehension. He undoes his pants, letting them fall to his ankles, freeing his half-hardened cock. She looks down at his cock then up at you, biting her lip.

"You want me to...to...pleasure you in front of Mr. Chandler?" she quavers.

"Don't be silly, Jean. While you're busy with this," he gestures to his cock, "Mr. Chandler will be busy elsewhere." A flicker of relief crosses he face and you step around her as Gavin beckons her towards his cock. With a brief glance at you, she slips to her knees and takes his cock in her mouth, her tongue and lips working to get him hard. He shares a smile with you, and strokes her head as she sucks him.

You remove your own pants quietly, releasing your own cock, almost fully hard. You stroke it, watching the waif-like teen gobble the older man's cock, getting yourself harder. You and he share a nod, and with a groan he slides to his own knees. Jean doesn't miss a beat, his cock never leaving her mouth as she works on him.

"I'm too old to be standing while you're doing that," he says, smiling as you kneel behind her pushing her legs apart.

"Oh My God, what are you doing?" she squeals, pulling her mouth off Gavin's cock. He holds her shoulders so she can't escape and you probe her pussy with your fingers. "Oh God not both of you!" she struggles but with the two of you holding her shoulders and hips she can't get away. Her pussy isn't close to moist enough, so you wet your fingers and rub them into her, your saliva lubing her as she struggles.

"Oh God, why are you doing this to me? Not both of you. What are you doing?" she cries.

"Remember the message I gave you for Mr. Gavin, Jean? The one about spitroasting you didn't understand? Well, you're about to be spitroasted, a cock in your mouth and another in your cunt."

"Oh My God, you can't, you just can't," she wails.

"Oh yes we can," you say, rubbing your cock head against her opening pussy. She's nearly wet enough now, and you start to push into her.

"Nooooo! Oh God, Noooo!" she protests, her voice suddenly muffled by Gavin's cock filling her mouth. She buck, trying to escape, and you plunge your cock deep into her, holding her slender hips and fucking her with long slow strokes.

"This is a good one, John. It's always better with a bit of struggle," he says, giving a grunt as he thrust into her mouth. "How is that cunt? Tight, I imagine. You've no objection to switching ends later, I trust."

"None at all, that always makes it better," you answer, pounding into the girl's pussy, driving her against the other man's cock. At your words she struggles again, but you hold her easily, grinding against her to fill her with your throbbing meat. You reach under her to fondle one of her breasts and find the nipple stiff with lust. You tug it gently and hear her moan around the cock filling her mouth.

"I think she's getting used to it," Gavin says, tweaking her other nipple and getting another moan in return. "Yes I'm sure she is. They all do, once they get the sensation of being full of cocks. Turns them into randy little whores."

The two of you keep pumping your meat into the helpless girl whose struggles have subsided and now moves in rhythm with the cocks impaling her at both ends. Remembering yesterday, you tug her pony tail and she gives a deep groan around the cock in her mouth and bucks against you, pushing herself deeper onto your cock.

"We really have to do this more often John," Gavin says, his normal careful articulation unaffected by the attention being given his cock. "What do you say to changing ends? Do you know she's been here four days and I haven't sampled her pussy yet?"