Him, her, and another girl

"Alright, but I want that bitch Christine Porter." she said. Christine Porter was Ole' Man Porter's granddaughter, and was, to the best of her knowledge, fucking her husband. Ronnie grinned. Christine was one Chaz's friend's sisters. She was barely 18 and working at the local White Castle. She had short, straight red hair, pale skin, nice big tits and loose enough morals that at least one picture of her tits, dripping in cum, had circulated the local senior class already.

"I think we can swing that." he said. Ronnie felt a sudden pulse. He really hadn't wanted to go again so fast, but the thought of Candy and Christine was far beyond what he'd expected. He could imagine Candice lifting Christine's supple legs and tongue her pussy; and perhaps, her ass. He looked down at Candy, and bit his lip.

"Ronnie..." she said, seeing the look of lust in his eyes. She knew he wanted to go right now. She didn't really want to. In fact, the thought grated against her. She was hung over; not drunk. "I'm not ready..." she said, but it was too late.

"That's okay. This one, even though I'll kick myself later, still counts. Bend over." he said. Candy winced, and rolled to her knees. She felt him slide her workout shorts down. She waited for it, but was surprised when she didn't feel his cock but something else, something...

"Oohh!" she yelped as his tongue slipped, one half inch deep, into her asshole. "Ronnie, that's so...so..fucked up!" she said, barely containing a purr as his tongue writhed and bucked inside her anus. When his fingers pressed into her pussy, she was almost relieved. "Ronnie, you don't have..have..to...Ohhh...mmmm....mmm!" she mumbled as his tongue pressed hard into her ass.

Suddenly, he reared up. Candy's eyes went wide. Ronnie's cock pressed against her ass. "Ronnie...be cool. This is two of out three. If you do this, you only have one more..." she said, feeling his cockhead push past her lubricated and relaxed sphincter....