This is one of about a dozen short vignettes that I wrote some 18 months ago in conjunction with the talented and lovable /u/saltedfish, whose long-term friendship and partnership has helped make me a better writer in every sense of the word. These are early stories, written based on image prompts and posted here with only minor editing for pacing or grammatical purposes. Please enjoy.

Who was she? No idea. But Tommy had that look in his eyes when he brought her home that told me that tonight wasn't question time. I was halfway through my prep for tomorrow's class, but after just a few minutes I could hear her moans all the way into the living room, and at that point it was really impossible for me to get any work done anymore. Not that I didn't take my education seriously, but listening to the girl whimpering and moaning like that soon meant that any concentration I had had was gone. So, for that matter, were my pants.

I walked in to find him behind her on the bed. Her modest breasts were dancing rhythmically as he laid into her, and her eyes were closed in bliss. His weren't, though; I could tell he had been watching the door, waiting for me to show up. His grin was infectious, the sound of their bodies overwhelming. I'm not sure she even really noticed me crawling into bed with them; Tommy's cock was like that. Whether it was training, natural skill or a benevolent Maker, he always seemed to hit that spot that just made your eyes go wobbly and your body limp. I had seen the same face on plenty of women before, and it never ceased to amuse me. Pure, unadulterated pleasure.

That's the way we did this. He took them home and got them worked up, nice and wet. Then I would scoot up next to them, and in their sex-induced stupor, none of them would object when my soft, hungry lips began to play with their bodies, kissing and licking their soft, sweat-slick skin. Sure enough, she only opened her eyes just enough to flash me a smile as I slid up to sandwich her between me and Tommy.

"I'm Beth," she began, but I simply shushed her and pressed my lips to hers. Behind her, Tommy groaned and reached over to grab hold of me, tugging me closer to the both of them. Surprisingly, Beth seemed very keen on including me, and within moments I found her aggressively leaning over and kissing me. She was practically pinning me down, the fiery vixen. After such a warm welcome, what choice did I have? I let her tongue explore the backside of my teeth for a while, and then got up and flipped myself over. Tommy was clearly surprised, but also eager as he pried her legs apart, exposing the union of man and bar-fly. Beth also seemed surprised, but I made sure to waste no time, reaching in to run the tip of my tongue against her engorged clit. She moaned. Of course she moaned.

Now, it's not easy to go down on a girl whose cooter is being invaded by seven inches of healthy male aggression. It did, however, allow me to flick my tongue over Tommy's constantly moving shaft, and in this way I made sure to pleasure them both with my mouth. Beth's folds were positively burning, the lips constricting around Tommy's manhood with desperate force, and I took great pains to lash my tongue at every sensitive, blood-swollen part of her that I could reach, before finally returning to latch my lips onto her clit like a leech. That was all it really took to win her over; I felt her free hand claw gently at my shin, and as soon as I lifted my leg to spread myself open for her, she was there. I don't know exactly what she did - certainly it was not the best head I've received by any stretch of the imagination - but with Tommy's shaft hammering her cunt mere inches from my face, it really didn't take a lot to set me off. I think she liked it, too, because I could hear a steady stream of soft, muffled groans and moans drifting up from between my legs-- or maybe that was more Tommy's doing. He was not holding back, at least.

It took us maybe five minutes to get Beth off. I had front row seats to watch her sex spasm as her entire body shook and arched, and I had to wrap my free leg around her head to keep her from pulling away. Typical straight girls, thinking the fun is over when they've gone and came. Tommy wasn't far behind her, though; pretty soon, his breathing grew ragged and hoarse, and I knew what he wanted even before he pulled the proverbial sword from the stone. His cock was a mess of girl-cum and sweat, and I could taste Beth on his head as I guided in into my mouth, my tongue serving as the perfect red carpet to welcome his majesty. I barely paid attention to Beth's disappointed noises as Tommy erupted into my mouth-- to be honest, her displeasure may have actually spurred me on to pull her face tighter into my lap so I could grind out my own orgasm in time with Tommy's. His hip bucked a few times, and my throat worked overtime to swallow every drop of what he gave me. Not that swallowing was easy, with my own climax crashing through me at the same time, and more than once I felt a stray spurt of his spunk hit my cheek or ooze from my mouth as I gagged and drooled and moaned around his head. And then, at last, he was still. Soon after, so was I. And Beth? Beth must have felt like she had been caught in a hurricane. I guess, in a sense, she had.