Chapter 4: The Tests
That fall, Cindy and I were not living together. I had my own apartment, whereas Cindy shared an apartment with another girl, Marsha. Marsha was the same age as Cindy and somewhat similar in tastes and appearance. Marsha was a slightly taller, about 5'6" and weighted about 115 pounds. Like Cindy, she had shoulder length hair, but reddish brown instead of blonde. Marsha had brown eyes and full pouty lips. Her tits were a nice full 36-C with large dark brown aureoles (as I would learn later).
Earlier, during one of Cindy's sexual interrogations, she had inquired whether I found Marsha attractive. Lost in the throws of sexual bliss, I had answered honestly...yes. Marsha was very attractive and what man wouldn't want to fuck her? Cindy seemed to take this information in stride, and kept riding my cock. Then the questions went on; had I ever thought about fucking Marsha?...would I like a three-way with Marsha and Cindy?...would I like to see Cindy and Marsha having sex? To each of the questions I answer yes, more concerned with the current fucking I was getting from Cindy than my answers.
Anyway, one Friday night several months later, the three of us were at a bar. We had all been drinking, tequila as usual. At one point, Cindy went to the bathroom. While Cindy was gone, Marsha asked me if I wanted to go out to the car and smoke some weed. Never one to turn down a good toke, I followed her out.
As we sat in her car smoking, Marsha was behind the steering wheel and I was in the passenger set. As we passed the joint back and forth, Marsha slid over to sit next to me. She said she couldn't reach me with the joint from behind the wheel. As she leaned into me, the smell of her perfume rose to mix with the smoke that I was inhaling. I passed the joint to her. She laid her head against my shoulder and took a long drag. Her hair felt soft and cool against my neck.
It wasn't long before she turned and kissed me on the side of the neck. I was stoned. I looked back into those big brown eyes and those pouty lips. She smiled. I smiled back. She took a hit and raised her lips to mine. Marsha began to shotgun the smoke into my mouth. I opened my mouth to take in the smoke.
As the smoke passed into my mouth, Marsha followed it with her tongue. She frenched me hard, snaking her tongue deep into my mouth. She took my hand and placed it on her leg, moving it up under her dress. Then she placed her hand firmly onto my cock.
We continued to kiss, sucking each other's tongues. She undid my belt and unzipped my pants. My hand had found its way inside her wet satin panties. She spread her legs and I slid my fingers up into her cunt.
Marsha took my cock and began to slowly stroke it. I was busy running my fingers along her pussy, probing for her clit. When she had my cock was fully erect, Marsha stopped. I began to protest, but she put her finger to my lips and said, "Shhh."
She used both her hands and removed her panties. She balled up the panties and pushed them into my gapping mouth. She put my hand back on her twat and dropped her head down onto my cock. As she sucked my cock, I fingered her clit. She gave great head.
After a few minutes, Marsha raised her head. My cock was slick with her saliva. Looking into my eyes, she smiled and asked if I wanted to fuck her. With her wet panties still stuck in my mouth, I could only nod my head.
Marsha pulled her dress up around her hips and climbed onto my lap. She took my cock and eased the head into her clit. The heat from her cunt enveloped my cock. Slowly, she slid her pussy down onto my erection.
As she rode my cock, she opened the top of her dress. Underneath, Marsha wore a pretty blue front-hook bra. She ripped at the bra clasp and released her bouncing tits into my face. I spit out the panties and began to suck and lick her tits. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth tighter onto her tits.
With her legs splayed, she ground her cunt down against the base of my cock. She rode me with short rapid thrusts, always keeping the mass of my cock deep in her cunt. She threw her head back, moaning and groaning. She was a hot horny fucking piece of ass. After a few more hard thrusts, she clamped her pussy down hard onto my cock and came. She grabbed both sides of my face with her hands and mashed her mouth against mine.
As she kissed me, she sucked my tongue deep into her mouth. It felt like her sucking would tear my tongue from my mouth. As her orgasm subsided, she leaned back and smiled. She began to climb off my still hard erection, dripping her quim onto my pubic hair.
I was aching to cum. My cock throbbed, bouncing up and down with a life of its own. I attempted to hold her down, trying to keep her pussy around my erection. "Hey, I didn't get off yet!" I said.
She just smiled and said, "Later. We have to get back in to Cindy."
She took her panties and wiped the juices and cum from her cunt. Then she took the soiled panties and stuck them in my pocket. "You better get that thing back in your pants," she said with a broad grin on her face. She got out of the car. "See you back inside."
When I got back into the bar, Marsha and Cindy were sitting together at the table. Any worried I had about what had happened seemed for naught. The three of us carried on with drinking and conversation as if nothing had happened. When the bar closed, the three of us went back to Marsha's car and then back to their apartment.
Back at the apartment, we sat on the floor in the living room. We had some beer and loaded the bong. I was feeling good. I had a nice buzz. I was still horny as hell, but I figure in a while Cindy and I would be fucking in her bedroom. Vaguely, the thought of a three-way crossed my mind. I didn't give it too much thought. Like I said, I was stoned.
Suddenly, out-of-the-blue, Cindy asked where Marsha and I had gone to earlier at the bar. Choking on my beer, I struggled to say something. Marsha, on the other hand, blithely replied that we had gone out to get a smoke.
Upon hearing that, Cindy turned to me and said, "Then why are Marsha's panties sticking out of his pant pocket?"
Panic...
I glanced down at my pocket, and sure enough, Marsha's panties were clearly sticking out. I looked up and Cindy was glaring at me. I was at a total loss for words.
The room was silent. I glanced guiltily at Marsha, then back at Cindy. Marsha broke the silence. "He took them from me," she said.
"So, exactly how did he get them from you?" Cindy asked. Marsha hesitated, and then proceeded to tell Cindy how I had forced myself on her in the car. According to her story, I had virtually torn her panties off as I viciously assaulted the poor girl. Thankfully, liar that she was, she limited my atrocity to only finger fucking her after the assault.
