© Antidarius 2021
*This is a work of fiction. The author, Antidarius, does not claim ownership of any characters or titles mentioned that are the existing property of other entities.*
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D.I.A.N.N.E.
Chapter 7: Integrated Learning Platform
P: 37 M: 39 S: 28
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--Thursday, 27
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May, 1999--
Early hours of the morning...
My head spun in a haze, a perfect storm of lust, alcohol and intense sensation. I was lying face up on my bed, Debbie astride my hips, Jessica kneeling over my face. The two girls' lips made wet smacking sounds as they kissed while riding me, moaning and sighing softly, sometimes giggling. I didn't know how long we'd been at it, and I didn't care. I never wanted tonight to end.
"Is his cock good in your hot little pussy?" Jessica was asking Debbie. She pushed herself down more firmly on my face, and I licked her slit from the hard button at the peak of her labia, down to her hole, where I speared my tongue into her channel. She made an approving moan when I did.
"Yeah!" Debbie breathed, her grinding becoming more urgent.
"You look so good riding him like a little slut!" Jessica told her. A slap reverberated through the air, and Debbie cried out in surprise, though her voice was thick with arousal. "Are you a little slut?" It turned out that Jessica was quite dominant in bed, more so with Debbie than me, but it only served to turn me on further.
"Yes!" Debbie replied, groaning as the pressure over my waist increased. She was really starting to go for it, now.
"Say it!" Jessica ordered. "Say you're a little slut!" Another slap, from the direction of Debbie's arse, I thought. It was a good one for slapping, round and plump.
"I'm a little slut!" Debbie cried, then whimpered as her body stiffened.
"Yeah, cum for me, slut!" Jessica urged. "Cum on that big cock!" Calling it big was generous, though I wasn't about to say anything. A sweet tightness enveloped my dick as Debbie came, and the feeling pushed me to my own edge. I cried out into Jessica's pussy as I erupted into Debbie. There was no need to be concerned; both girls had assured me earlier they were on birth control.
My body went limp once my orgasm subsided, even though my cock stayed hard. Whatever Dianne had done to me, my sexual endurance was really something. I'd cum three times, now, and even though my body was tired from the sex, my dick remained ready for more.
Debbie uttered a satisfied sigh and fell off me, flopping down onto the bed beside me. Jessica clambered off my face and spun around to throw a slim thigh over my waist. She was already grasping my shaft and aiming it at her pussy when Debbie leaned over to kiss me, uncaring about the juices on my face, courtesy of Jessica.
We shared a sweet, deep kiss, the moment somehow feeling as if it were just the two of us, despite Jessica impaling herself on me at the same time.
"Fuck!" the slim beauty moaned thickly as she came to rest with me fully embedded inside her. Her pussy felt different to Debbie's; not quite as tight but just as hot and wet. "That's really good." Her words were only slightly slurred from the alcohol we'd imbibed tonight.
"Having fun?" Debbie whispered in my ear as she snuggled up beside me. I met her eyes, but she turned my face toward Jessica, wanting me to watch her. "She's so hot, isn't she?"
I stared up at Jessica, her slender yet well-stacked frame illuminated by the light from my bedside lamps. She eyed me hotly as she began to undulate. "Yeah, she really is," I agreed with a grunt as she stirred my cock in her delicious depths.
"I like watching you fuck her," Debbie went on, sending my arousal through the roof. "Grab her tits."
I obeyed, collecting two handfuls of soft, pale flesh. For a slim girl, her breasts looked quite big on her frame, dominating her chest. She sighed as I palmed them firmly.
"I'm glad I met you guys tonight," she confessed as she rode me. She was in no hurry; we'd been at this for a while, now.
"Same!" Debbie chirped, looking up at her. I chimed in with my own agreement, which came in the form of a deep groan. I thought I might be in danger of total overstimulation.
"I think Jake feels the same," Debbie added with a giggle. Jessica grinned, too, and then Debbie was on the move, getting to her knees and settling in beside Jessica. I watched as the two girls began to kiss again. Debbie's hands did not sit idle; she trailed one down Jessica's flat belly to her smooth mound. Jessica squealed in pleasure as Debbie slipped a finger between our bodies and stimulated the other woman's clit, which immediately set her to bucking her hips urgently, wanting more.
"Oh, fuck!" Jessica cried, seizing Debbie's face with both hands and smashing their mouths together harder. In no time, Jessica was cumming again, her pussy squeezing me until I thought I would pop right out of her. I felt the pressure building again in my lower belly, my balls tightening with another eruption. I let loose without trying to hold back, pumping whatever was left in my overworked balls into Jessica's clenching pussy.
Jessica fell forward, collapsing onto my chest as she caught her breath, and Debbie resumed her position beside me, one arm over Jessica's back. I rested my hand on Jessica's arse, squeezing gently as my throbbing cock quieted inside her.
"You guys are so bad," Jessica mumbled into my neck.
"You can talk," Debbie said with a chuckle. "Calling me a slut and all that!" Her words were chased by a stiff yawn.
Jessica laughed softly. "Oh, yeah, that's right. I hope that was okay?"
"Yeah, it was alright," Debbie said around another yawn. "I've never been into that sort of thing, but it was hot in the moment."
Jessica made a soft noise in response, and I realised she was falling asleep. I, too, was suddenly having trouble keeping my eyes open. A minute later, we were all sleeping soundly, pulled under by exhaustion, a skinful of liquor and sexual gratification.
*
I woke up feeling a little less than excellent. Offensive sunlight streamed in through my bedroom windows, making me squint blearily as I returned to the waking world. My head was aching slightly, and I had a bad taste in my mouth. It took a few moments to work out why, but then memories of last night crashed home, flashes and impressions of drinking, Debbie going down on me in the limo, then the VIP room at the Palace, then...
Debbie and Jessica, naked in my bed, with me. Holy shit! I'd been in a full-blown three-way! Excitedly, I looked to either side, but found myself alone. Had the girls left already? Last night wasn't some insane hallucination, was it? A cold feeling crept into my stomach at the notion of enduring some kind of Dianne-induced psychosis, but I relaxed when I heard plates clattering in the kitchen.
Yes, it was all very real, and Debbie or Jessica -- or both -- were in the kitchen making breakfast. Smiling giddily, I hopped out of bed and left my room, not bothering to put pants on, my morning wood on full display. My confidence after last night was at an all-time high, and I was loving it. I was pulled up short, however, when I entered the living area from my room and looked across at the kitchen, where behind the dark marble breakfast bar that divided the two rooms, a woman I'd never seen before stood frozen with a dish in her hands, her mouth agape.
"Who are you?" I blurted, hurriedly covering myself with my hands. At the same time, she quickly turned her back on me.
"Um, shite!" she said, flustered. "I didn't know you were- I mean, you weren't supposed to be home." She spoke quickly, and her accent was from the UK somewhere, unless I was mistaken. Scotland, maybe. With dark skin like that, Scotland was the last place I'd expect her to come from, but then what I knew about Scotland couldn't feed a sparrow. Either way, the thick accent made her difficult to understand. "Hazard of the job, I suppose," she added with an awkward chuckle. At least, I thought that's what she said.
"What? What job?" I demanded as I backed into my bedroom and hid most of my body in the doorway, leaving my head sticking out.
"I'm the cleaner," she replied, chancing a look over her shoulder to see me poking out the door like a startled, somewhat indignant fox from its den. "I clean on Thursdays."
"Well, I didn't get that memo," I said, frowning at her. She was quite pretty, really, with a mass of curly, dark hair atop her head that fell to her shoulders. I couldn't tell much else about her from here, not with the bar blocking most of my view. Anyway, I was too annoyed at the intrusion to care much, right now. That, and I was also miffed there was no sign of Debbie or Jessica anywhere; from where I stood, I could see the whole apartment except for the bedroom and bathroom behind me, and the spare room and laundry down the hall. The girls could be in the latter two rooms, but that was doubtful.
"Sorry," she said. "Would you like me to go? I've done the shopping, and the place is still quite neat, so I can return next week to do the rest?"
"You do my shopping as well?" I asked, intrigued, but I shook my head, not wanting to get distracted. "Wait. Who pays you? Who gave you this job?" Stupid question.
"A place called United Home Services employs me," she replied. "I deal with a woman called Gloria. She gives me the jobs to do, and I do them."
Not quite the answer I expected, except that Gloria was involved. Unless it was a different Gloria, but I would believe that when I learned how to fly. United Home Services, huh? "Right," I said absently as I thought about whether to send her home or not. "I'm going to have a shower and get dressed. You can finish up, seeing as you're nearly done."
"Very good, Mr. London," the girl -- she was a few years older than me, I thought -- replied. "I'll do the bathroom and bedroom next time, then?"
"Oh, right," I muttered. "One second." I disappeared into my room and threw on a pair of loose shorts and a black shirt. "You can do them today," I said when I emerged. If having girls over was going to become a thing, I wanted the place looking tidy. "I'll stay out of your way."
"Thank you, Mr. London," she said with a smile, finally turning all the way around to look at me. Straight white teeth flashed behind plump, dark lips, and large, obsidian eyes regarded me from an oval, dimple-cheeked face that was outright lovely. There was an unmistakable spark of mischief in those eyes, too. I couldn't tell much from where she was standing, and because she had a baggy black shirt on, but I thought she might be a full-figured woman.
