Danny Wilson walks in

Ellen's POV:

As Sally was squirting down my throat for the fourth time, the bedroom door opened and in walked Danny Wilson, the host of the party. He was our high schools all around most popular guy. He was rich, but not too rich to hang out with the poor kids. He was athletic enough to play pickup games with the jocks, but he wasn't an athlete. He managed to fit into all of the social cliques, and on top of that he wasn't bad to look at.

"Holy fuck!" he cried as he pushed the door closed behind himself, turning the lock. I was too busy to see it, but he had our clothes folded neatly in his arms, my panties in top.

"Hi...Danny," Sally said, still grinding her pussy into my face, while I kept eating her. "Oh...thanks, you...found our...clothes. Ellen will...be happy."

"Oh...uh, yeah, some asshole football players were bragging about stealing them," Danny said. "I...uh...I didn't mean to interupt. I'll just leave these on the bed."

"No, wait," Sally said and carefully removed herself from my face, which was covered in pussy juice.

She crawled onto the bed and laid down on her back, her knees spread, showing off her dripping pussy. Danny's eyes were suddenly glued to the messy mound of blonde hair.

"Hi, Danny," I said, embarrassed.

"Hey Ellen," he said.

"Why don't you hang with us?" Sally suggested. "We're more fun than those other assholes."

"I...uh...well..."

"You've got to take your clothes off though," Sally said. "Ellen gets jealous if you have clothes on and she doesn't."

"Is that right?"

"Yes sir," I said, getting up and crawling into bed next to Sally. Danny's eyes ran the length of my body, taking in my tits and pussy. "Lose the clothes and we'll teach you a new game."