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Chapter 7

Stacey, Claudia and I stood in a huddle in front of the Prezzioso's door. All of a sudden, I felt very awkward. The two times that Mr P. had already fucked me, I hadn't come to the house expecting it. The first time had been a complete surprise and the second had been a little unexpected. Today, the three of us were lined up at the door like kids waiting for candy at Halloween.

Neither Stacey nor Claudia seemed to be feeling any more comfortable than I was. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. The sound of footsteps approaching on the other side was disturbingly ominous. While I was still attempting to moderate my heart rate, the door swung open and Mr P. ushered us into the living room. We all sat around staring at each other, not sure how to get started.

"Ahem…" Mr P. cleared his throat. "I'm really glad you could all come tonight."

I glanced at Stacey and Claudia; they clearly weren't planning to make any moves any time soon. I swallowed nervously before getting to my feet and walking over to Mr P. Without pausing to think about it, I climbed onto his lap and began to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around me, deepening the kiss. Overcome, my hands flew to his shirt, where I hurriedly undid the buttons.

Stacey and Claudia were still seated on the other couch, obviously unsure of what to do. With a sudden brainwave, I pushed myself back off Mr Prezzioso's lap and then shoved him over until he was lying on the couch. He looked a little surprised, but he didn't complain.

"Stacey, Claudia, come over here." They walked over nervously. I directed Stacey to take his trousers off and then told Claudia to strip off. They both did as they were told. Meanwhile, I went back to kissing Mr P.

Once Claudia was naked, I got her to kneel over Mr P.'s face so that he could lick her clit. Stacey was running her tongue up and down his shaft, so I got busy massaging his scrotum and his inner thighs. Pretty soon, both Mr P. and Claudia were moaning loudly. Claudia bucked her hips, forcing his tongue deeper into her, which brought her to a climax. She got off him.

Mr P. stood up and pulled Stacey down onto the couch. She was now naked. He pushed her legs apart roughly and drove himself into her. She shrieked at the invasion but then settled into a steady moan as he pounded her. Lost in the moment, I leaned over and sucked on her breasts, biting her nipples until they were as had as rock.

Claudia began to finger me from behind. Her long, slender fingers ran up my thighs and worked her way between my folds. I was already wet, so her fingers slid straight into my centre. I arched my back while continuing to suck on Stacey's breasts. Stacey had already orgasmed, but Mr P. was still driving himself into her, his rhythm becoming frenzied and irregular as he approached an orgasm. He quickly pulled out of her, pushed me out of the road and slid his cock between Stacey's large breasts. He tit-fucked her until his cum sprayed her in the face.

"My turn now, Mr P." Claudia announced. Stacey got off the couch and began to finger me as Claudia walked over to the couch. She got down on all fours. Mr P. was hard as rock once more. Just like a horny horse, he mounted Claudia. He aimed his massive cock at her pussy and began to guide it in. Claudia screamed as he thrust his cock into her tight pussy. He grabbed her by the hips, forcing himself into her up to the hilt.

Mr P.'s toned, white backside was rampant as he drove his cock into Claudia's centre. Her hands clutched the arm rest of the couch as an orgasm tore through her body. I walked over to them, remembering something from when I had helped Claudia masturbate. As Mr P. continued to pound her, I gently pushed a finger into Claudia's ass hole. She shrieked, her body trembling with another orgasm. Mr P. pulled out of her and sent a jet of cum spraying over her back.

The orgy continued for hours as we each took turns with Mr P. At one stage, I went up to the master bedroom in search of a dildo. I found one complete with a strap-on harness. Smiling, I hurried back down to the living room. I put the dildo on and told Mr P. to get down on all fours on the rug. When he realised what I had planned, he looked a bit uncomfortable.

"Ah…I'm not really that keen –" He began.

"Don't worry, I'll try to be gentle," I told him with a wicked smile. Claudia and Stacey stared at me, wondering where the quiet, goody-goody Mary Anne had gone.

"If you insist," Mr P. consented.

I could see from Mr P.'s tight ass hole that he was an anal virgin. This was going to be a little difficult, as the dildo was rather large. I rubbed a liberal quantity of lube onto the dildo and his hole. I then pushed one finger into him. He didn't complain, so inserted another finger. He moaned a little. I slid my fingers in and out of him while rubbing his scrotum with my other hand.

Once he had loosened up a bit, I removed my fingers and pressed the dildo against his hole. It took a bit of force, but I managed to get the dildo into him. His butt tensed up with the pain.

"Shit!" he cried. "Fuck that hurts!"

I rocked my hips, pushing the dildo further into him. He continued to cry obscenities. I established a steady rhythm, loving the sense of power that it gave me.

"Fuck! I'm cumming!" he shouted. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

I obliged, plunging into him. His body tensed up and then he shuddered, showering the floor with a load of cum.