On a 9, choose two for Anne and Ulva

2d6+2 = 7+2 = 9. On a 7-9, choose two for each of Anne and Ulva:

1. No trouble: she doesn't faint, scream, or get you in trouble. (or: trouble)
2. You don't come/you're still hard, (or: you come and go soft)
3. She comes, take +1 XP (or she doesn't)
4. Take +1 Forward on your next roll.

Ulva: She comes, you don't come, but there will be trouble with Anne. Get Out of Trouble with Anne.

Anne: She comes, you come, but something happens that requires you to Get Out of Trouble.

"I'll walk, really I will," you protest to Anne Campion and Ulva Lupino.

Anne and Ulva laugh heartily. Like cougars.

Sarabeth is still curled up in one of her massage table sheets on your bedroom carpet. She sighs happily as the three of you head for your bed. "Do 'em good, Joe. Anne needs it, and Ulva's earned it," she says.

"Me first," Ulva says. "Don't worry, Anne, I won't wear him out. On your back, Joe!" She gives you a firm push toward your bed. Her tight-permed black hair bounces as she nods sharply.

No arguments here. Whatever she wants. You lie back.

Anne sits close. She brushes her dark red hair back from her face and licks her lips. "Get him, Ulva."

The tall lady lawyer with blood-red enameled nails climbs up on top of you. "That's quite the piece you have here. Joe. I see I'm in for a good ride."

Ulva grasps your dick and carefully works the head in between her pussy lips. She closes her eyes and eases her hot, tight pussy down your shaft until her trimmed black bush tickles the base of your cock.

"What a big boy you are, Joe. Very filling." She works her muscles, squeezing your shaft. "This is just too much." She puts her hands on her thighs and rests. "Ah, whew. Maybe I should have warmed up on a vibrator." Ulva looks at Anne. "Or your cheating husband's prick. I could fuck that useless man more literally than just in divorce court."

Anne laughs. "You maneater. You're welcome to take it out on John after you get me a settlement, if you can pry him off the CRAZED LITTLE BITCH he put up the duff from pronging her when he was SUPPOSED to be her PSYCHOTHERAPIST."

Ulva's expression goes distant as Anne rants about her husband. Her hips jolt and she quivers atop you. She throws her head back and moans, her voice dropping to a low pitch. Her chest flushes pink and her nipples stick out in sharp little points. She clutches her breasts, rolling her nipples between ruby-nailed thumb and forefinger. Her hips rock forward and back, and her pussy squeezes your shaft rhythmically. "Unhh, unhh, unhh," she groans with each squeeze. She's juicy and wet. You feel a thread running down your balls.

Your balls twitch. Your voice rises with Ulva's as she grinds out an orgasm astride you. But you hold back. Anne.

"Leave some for me!" Anne protests. "Are you really getting off thinking about fucking my cheating bastard of a husband, Ulva?"

Ulva flushes pink across her face and chest. "Yes! Ahhhhh!" she moans as her orgasm rolls on. More juice. More squeeze.

Hold on, hold on, hold on for Anne, you think. And you hold on, just.

Ulva Lupino sighs and collapses against your chest. Her tits had looked fake, too big and firm, but they seem completely real, warm and soft enough to be the real thing, not too firm to be real now that you feel them spread under her weight. Her breaths come shallow and quick as her climax ebbs.

At Anne's urging, you gently roll Ulva over onto her back and ease your cock out of her snug tunnel, relaxed a bit now from the tight grip of her orgasmic spasms.

"God, did I need that," Ulva says. "Thanks for lending me your boy toy, Anne."

"I haven't fucked him yet, so how is Joe my boy toy, Counselor Lupino?"

Anne lies down in the wet spot from Ulva's long, juicy climax and spreads her legs. Long and strong, a lifelong swimmer's legs, with a dark red bush above the lovely pink swollen folds of her pussy lips, trimmed for the narrow crotch of her swimsuit.

"Take me, Joe," she says. "Take me and fuck it all out of me, all the pain. Take me," she begs.

You aren't going to say no. It's Ms. Campion's party, and you're the party favor. So you're going to do your best. And she can't help but look cool and elegant and beautiful, even now. Finely drawn eyebrows above expressive eyes in a smooth oval face framed by thick, dark red hair.

"Yes, yes!" Anne calls out as you mount her and press deeply. She wraps her arms around your shoulders and holds on tight as you work up to a good rhythm, thrusting into the beautiful, cool woman who always seemed closed, inaccessible. Too smart, too wise, too self-contained. Too sharp. Too perfect. Too married.

Until today.

You and Anne fuck each other until you cry out together, pounding your last strokes into her as her toes curl. the joints popping with the intensity of her climax, her fingernails digging into your back, her heels digging into your hips.

She's crying, her face streaming with tears as her body bucks with a long-rolling orgasm.

You sink down on top of Anne Campion and you both lie limp, wrung out and exhausted.

Sarabeth and Ulva are gone by the time you open your eyes again, in your bed in your apartment, lying atop your boss from your lifeguard job, who still has her arms around you.

Take +2 XP as Ulva and Anne come on your cock.

You have Hard +2 (with Fucking Huge), Hot +2 (with Charming), Cool 0, Control -1.

You have 5 XP and may spend them on a new Character Move.

Roll +Cool (0) to GET OUT OF TROUBLE. Describe the trouble and how you do or don't handle it.