Off Campus III, Pt. 5
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Steve and his crew have had an interesting day celebrating the successful acquisition of The Abercrombie Hotel as well as their love for each other. A surprise visit from Darren in the bar that was supposed to be a fun time turned sour by his hand and the ladies sent him packing. No loss, he was basically a toy that had lost its shine, anyway, and his departure didn't put much of a damper on the evening's revelries.
Tonight they are settling into the comforts of the penthouse, enjoying and loving on each other in the ways they do while awaiting the arrival of Hannah, Thad and Jessica as each end their workdays.
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Up in the penthouse, Ally has scolded everyone into strict compliance with House Rules #1 and #2. So I am in bed with Cheyenne once again as we
truly
enjoy each other's bodies, while Phil has taken Ally and his currently working his oral talents on her while she works hers on him, joined in a comfortable 69.
Jen and Cyan are relishing each other in Jen's room as they work their libidos into readiness for Thad this evening. It is always so satisfying and arousing hearing the sounds of my wife and my mistress pleasuring each other.
The plan at the moment is Cheyenne and Hannah are going to tag team me later that night, each edging me in anticipation of my Jessica when she arrives after closing the bar for the evening.
About 9:30 or so Ally and Phil seem to be taking a break, an opportunity to relax before Thad and Hannah are here. Cheyenne and I catch a glimpse out our door of Ally updating the scoreboard. I rise from the bed to lean against the doorframe, witnessing an understandable sadness as she erases Darren's name from the whiteboard. I step into the main room to put my arm around her in solace. No, she wasn't "in love" with Darren, but nonetheless the loss of a friend, an intimate friend, is far from something to celebrate. Too bad it ended the way it did, but it was going to end regardless.
Ally turns around to face me and seek a comforting embrace. We hug tightly.
"I love you, Steven. He didn't 'get it', did he?"
"I love you too, Ally. No, I'm afraid not."
"Jen is right," she admits. "We've grown. Who would have thought that an over-the-top orgy a year ago would turn into this most amazing family of lovers?"
"It's 'the spirit', sweetheart. Whatever it is, it seems to be working some sort of magic here."
"Make love to me, Steven. Join with me. I want to feel the magic.
Your
magic."
Cheyenne had taken my place in the door opening watching Ally and I together in our lovers' exchange. I take Ally's hand and lead her to the bedroom; Cheyenne takes her other hand as we enter the room, guiding all three of us to the bed where we lay into each other for a mutual embrace.
"Are you going to spend time with Thad?' Cheyenne quietly asks of Ally.
"I don't know. Truly, I don't know," Ally responds. "I want Steven more than I ever have right now. I love Phil, and Thad, but my soul seeks Steve."
"Sweetie?" I interrupt. "Are you maybe getting too deep? I thought we were here to
play
."
"It's how I feel, sweetheart. You know the rules. Trust, love, respect... and honesty."
"Love him, Ally. Couple with him. Here. I'll help," as Cheyenne shifts around to suck me back to hardness. "I love him, too. I love
you
."
This is not at all what Cyan, Jen, Phil and I had planned for our celebration time. This was supposed to be a rip-roarin', no-holds-barred three-day orgy of the most libidinous sexual excess. However, this gentle loving time together works, too.
My coitus with Ally is relaxing and fulfilling; Cheyenne cuddles and caresses both of us.
"You guys look wonderful together," says the voice from the door. It's Cyan. Jen and Phil are with her.
Jen notes, "Inspiring. Let's go make love, too. Ally, is it okay if I have my husband? He'll be my first fuck this evening."
Ally softly chuckles, "Go ahead. Your time with Cyan counted. Go check the scoreboard."
We all lightly laugh. Even when it gets this deep, our fun and silly sides are lurking in the background, ready to spring a joke on us.
Jen and Cyan drag Phil off to their room for their own loving two-on-one. Poor Phil. Right.
A few minutes have passed, and there's a new voice at our door. Male, this time.
"Cheyenne?" prompts Thad. "Interested?"
Thad and, I guess, Hannah, too, let themselves in. That was the plan, anyway. Not all that difficult to discern that
he's
"interested". Holy shit.
Big smile from Cheyenne. "Oo. Here!" as she rolls onto her back and spreads her legs. "Take me, Thad!"
"My pleasure!" as he lowers himself to enter his endowment into Cheyenne's waiting pussy. She
readily
receives his enormity, and it's a real treat to watch her take him like that.
"Amazing," Ally purrs to me. "He's
sooo
big, but she takes it so easily!"
I suggest, "Gotta be practice with that big dildo you mentioned last night. Think she still has it?"
"Uh huh," Cheyenne moans in confirmation. Ally knowingly chuckles.
Hannah is still in the doorway, grinning and subtly shaking her head at her sort-of-boyfriend fucking Cheyenne. She turns to me, "Ready for that kick, Steven? You're way overdue."
"Not yet! Tomorrow. Tonight's agenda was for you and Cheyenne to edge me for your girlfriend."
"Oh, that's right. She told me. Jess sure likes to fuck you, Steven. You make her
so
happy."
"Two-way street there, Hannah. I love Jessica
so
much. She is such a joy. Ally, you doing okay? Ohgawd, you're
so
wonderful to be with this way."
We're still connected in our decidedly less-than-frantic intercourse.
"Oh, just fine, Steven. I really like this. Very comforting. Is there something we can do to always be together like this?" she giggles. "We'd walk funny, though."
Hannah rolls her eyes.
Cheyenne is getting into Thad, "Oh. OH! Mmmmm. You gonna cum for me?"
"I can, if you want," Thad confirms.
"Yeah, do it. Hannah just reminded me I need to fuck Steven for a while."
"
Really?
" in my indignation.
"Oh, get over it, Steven. You know I love you and want you. Thad here... mmmm... nice... oh oh OH! AH!... is fun, but he's not
you
. No offense, Thad... OH OH OH! Shit! Mmmmmmmmm."
"None taken. Here you go."
A couple of soft, masculine moans and Thad meets Cheyenne's request. They relax into their mutual afterglow.
I find it very interesting that all of us are
so
comfortable with our most intimate sex play
and
lovemaking in front of if not beside each other. To anybody else this setting would amount to an orgy; to us, this is how we express our love: openly, honestly and with the full support of our family.
"Family"? It
is
"a family". This kind of shared love can't be anything else. Besides, this
can't
possibly be an orgy. Orgies require chocolate syrup.
Thad releases from Cheyenne; she dashes off to the bathroom to clean up and Thad takes a break in the main room. Hannah assumes the empty spot on the bed and solicits Ally into letting me go for her own intercourse with me. A fake pout then a smile and a kiss from Ally, and Hannah takes me into our own relaxing, non-urgent coitus.
Normally she's into energetic fucks in keeping with her athleticism, but at the moment she seems to be into
me
and not necessarily just our intercourse. We sustain a kiss, too, something that has not been all that much a part of our intimacy. Is this, together, telegraphing a change, a growth, in her feelings for me? I don't mind; I quietly love Hannah just as much as I love the other ladies, and if that so happens to be turning more mutual, then I don't mind at all.
"Go spend some time with Thad, sweetheart," I offer to Ally. "He should be 'up' for it pretty quickly."
"Oh, Steven. Like Cheyenne said, he's not you. But if you insist."
Uh oh. There's that devilish grin of hers. Go get 'im, tiger! I know she can't take more than a few minutes of Thad because of his size, but she nonetheless needs that 'X' on the scoreboard. She did it to herself!
It's pretty much musical beds for the next couple of hours. The girls... well, probably Jen's idea... organize a fuck-train, all but pinning down Phil, Thad and me on separate beds while they form a line going from guy to guy to guy in succession and starting over. No cock is unoccupied for more than a few seconds. There's the occasional giddy squeak or giggle as one of them tries to cut in line to get extra time with any one of us, we all have some specific feature that appeals to them.
It's only the first night of three, and the scoreboard is filling-up quickly; at least the guys' squares are. Only Jess's remain open relative to the men. There needs to be more girl-girl action. They'll relax with each other soon enough. I know this group, I know 'my' ladies. It's going to happen on its own.
Speaking of Jessica, "I'm home!" she playfully announces as she walks into the suite, quickly doffing her uniform. "Steven!
Where the fuck are you?!
"
No doubt where
her
priorities are for the evening! But I knew that.
Everybody
knew that. Hannah hastily uncouples from me anticipating her
other
lover's next move.
"In here!" I respond.
The other ladies are laughing at us as they jump out of harm's way, clearing a path for Jess to run to my bed. With Hannah safely to the side Jess makes a running leap onto the bed and then me, flipping me onto my back so she can unceremoniously lower herself to take my penis into her, spinner style.
"Hi, sweetie," I greet.
"Hi. I so love you. Fuck me."
"Uh... already there. What's next?" I chuckle.
"This!" as she collapses her tiny self into my chest, stretching up into me for a longing, loving kiss.
"You're such a nut, Jess," I grin.
"Takes one to know one!"
She wraps her arms around my shoulders and neck, and pulls herself into me in hopes of a hug that doesn't end.
"Thank you, sweetheart."
I can't help but tear up a little at her display of unrestrained, total adoration. It's a big responsibility, too. I wish beyond wishing to never, ever disappoint my diminutive lover, but I dread someday, some time in the far-off future, we will trip into something that will result in tears not of joy and love.
Speaking of tears, there is a crowd gathered at our door witnessing what Jessica and I are sharing together at this moment. A couple of the ladies are brushing their cheeks, Ally and Cyan in particular. They feel our joy.
Wait. I glance to my side at Hannah. Her, too? Hannah, as hardened as she is? She is trying so hard to hold the river back, seeing her Jessica, and me, so happy together.
I softly address our gathered lovers, "Guys, let us have this moment, please."
I get a nod and a smile from Ally as everyone backs away and she gently shuts the door.
"Let it go, Hannah. We won't tell a soul."
She doesn't "burst", but she does let a few drops moisten her cheeks. "I've never seen her so happy, so fulfilled. She was broken for so long. How is it you've made her whole?"
"Trust and love, Hannah. Trust and love. And protection from the bad stuff. You know that."
"Uh huh. Mmmmmmm," Jess confirms in her coital bliss. She deeply inhales in her pleasuring herself, and me. "It's so many things. First is the trust that he will never hurt me. That's a biggie. The unconditional love, and the acceptance that comes with it. Gosh. Great sex. (Oh, OH! Stevie!)" as she pushes into me. "I never have to worry he will reject me. The incredible look on his face whenever we meet. The putting up with my silliness."
"Playfulness, Jess. It's our joy, sweetheart."
Hannah is softly caressing me, "How do you do it, Steven? Seriously,
how
do you do it? You love all of us. Even me. I know I'm tough to love. We'll talk about that some day. But, really?"
