Team Mates (8 page)

Soon,
the other half of her mind answered.
You'll have him and Tabby both in your bed. Think how it would feel to have both of them sucking on your nips at the same time.

The thought made her groan with passion, and, unasked, she adjusted her body, and slowly sank, her eyes squirting tears of joy as Alan entered her. In moments, her sex was nestled against Alan's groin, the light brown hair of his pubis scraping delightfully on her swollen lips.

“Oh, God,” he groaned. She opened her eyes to see him staring at her. “You feel so good, Stacie. So good.” He pulled her down and kissed her, even as her hips began to rise and fall, seeking their rhythm. “I've wanted you,” he breathed into her hair, his voice so quiet only she could hear it. “Ever since Monday, when I saw you telling Tabby to trust me.”

His words made her moan into his mouth, and her passion, incredibly, somehow reached a new peak. Her pace quickened, and his hips matched her movement, the feeling of his hard length filling her an unbelievable delight. His hands roamed her body, knowing just where to touch by some form of magic, his fingers gently pinching her nipples, cupping her ass, stroking her back.

The slow crescendo of her climax suddenly heightened, and with a muffled shriek she covered Alan's mouth with her own, her teeth gnawing at his lips.

“Stacie? Honey? Are you...?”

“Yes, Alan, she is,” came a laughing voice form behind. “Any second now,” Tabby said knowingly. With a wrench that was almost painful, Tabby pulled her hand away from her sex, watching as her lover approached her peak.

Stacie ignored the voices. At this moment she was a being of pure sensation, concentrating on the wonderful feeling of Alan's cock as it filled her, the full fat length brushing her clitoris on each of her strokes. Suddenly, she slowed, her thighs trembling. Her face flushed and she opened her eyes wide, staring into Alan's, as the muscles of her belly and groin convulsed in a mighty orgasm.

“I'm coming, Alan!” she cried. “Oh,
Christ,
I'm
comminngggg!!”
She fell flat on his chest, her hips grinding down onto his. The walls of her inner sheath tightened, viselike, around his cock, and she wailed as his hips suddenly bucked against her in a snapping series of thrusts as he spent his essence into her welcoming body.

*****

As they lay, panting, in the aftermath of their lovemaking, a slow clap sounded through the room. Alan somehow managed to turn his head to meet Tabby's gaze as she slowly walked towards them, still applauding.

“She's good, isn't she?” Tabby asked. Unselfconsciously, she crawled into the bed, joining them as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “You have no idea how long she's been lusting after you,” she said conversationally. She snuggled in close, her breasts brushing against his side. Raising her head to her lover, who was still resting on Alan's chest, she kissed Stacie's open lips lovingly. Alan was surprised as his deflated cock, still held inside Stacie's body, gave a convulsive twitch. Stacie purred happily, her tongue escaping her mouth momentarily to wrestle with Tabby's.

Alan wrapped an arm around Tabby, pulling her close. “And what about you?”

The redhead's eyes twinkled. “Well, I thought you were cute,” she said, with a shrug which sent various parts of her body into delightful movement. “But I never had the hots for you like she did. It wasn't until you slapped down Claudia and Heather that I really saw what Stacie saw in you. So I decided to help her out. I'd do anything to make her happy,” she said, with a look of love in her face that was so pure it made Alan's eyes blur.

“Barf,” said Stacie, not even bothering to open her eyes. “Could you get any more sappy?”

Tabby raised her hand and smacked Stacie's behind, making her squeal happily. “Move over, vile temptress,” she teased. “You've had your chance. Now it's my turn. No, don't get out of bed,” she continued. “I want you here with me,” she said, as Stacie got off of Alan, his flaccid cock escaping her cleft with a lewd squelching sound. She held it in her hands, unmindful of the fluids coating it, and gave it a soft squeeze. She cocked an eye at Alan. “How long?”

Despite the fact that he was in bed with two of his own students, Alan found it was still possible to blush. “Not too long, probably,” he said. “I've never had complaints about the time it takes me to recover.”

“Well, good,” Tabitha said, mock-severely. “Because if we are all going to be lovers, you have to make sure you can keep us satisfied.”

Alan raised his eyebrows. “I don't recall agreeing to be your lover. Or Stacie's, for that matter,” he said, ignoring Stacie's hurt gasp.

“Really?” Tabby asked. Her hand curled around his shaft possessively. “You dick certainly has.” Indeed, the mere presence of Tabby next to him in bed has his cock enthusiastically erect in record time. She smiled at Alan. “Ready to go, lover?” she purred. “Or do you need a little...persuasion?” Her tongue licked her lips and her warm hand slowly pumped his shaft. On Alan's other side, Stacie snuggled in close, eyes wide, watching her girlfriend drive her new lover crazy.

Alan swallowed through a throat gone suddenly dry. “I'm going to need a little time,” he croaked. “Just because I'm...standing at attention doesn't mean I'm ready to go,” he said, with an apologetic nod towards his crotch. “Besides,” he said with a smile. “What's the fun in sex without foreplay?”

“Oh, I
like
him,” Tabby said to Stacie, lips curled in a loving smile. “Have you ever had a boy say
that
to you before?” Stacie shook her head. Without taking her eyes from Alan's, Tabby wiggled down the bed until her head was even with his groin, her body between Alan's legs. She tied her hair, red as a campfire's embers, in a knot at the top of her head. She then bent to his cock, her tongue emerging as she gave his phallus a long, loving stroke. “Mmmm,” she said, looking at Stacie wickedly. “I can taste you on his dick. So good, honey.”

As Tabby licked and sucked on Alan's manhood, Stacie grew more aroused. The sight of her girlfriend's head bobbing on her coach's penis had her wet and aching almost immediately. She turned her head to Alan, kissing him deep, her tongue diving into his mouth. At the same time, he hand was busy at her own groin, knowing since Alan and Tabby would be busy pleasing each other, it would be up to her to please herself.

“Do you like that Alan? Do you like this?” she said, pulling away from his mouth for a moment. She looked down their entwined bodies to see Tabby's gorgeous form. “Two hot, horny women in bed with you, wanting to suck your cock, wanting you to fill them with your beautiful tool?” Her nipples, dark brown, almost matching her eyes, dug into his side, and she wiggled happily as they brushed the soft skin of his side. His arms came around her, drawing her even closer, as he moaned his passion into her mouth.

Suddenly they became aware of a set of eyes on them. Tabby had left her position at Alan's crotch, and had crept up the bed until her head was level with theirs.

“Stacie, baby, you know I love you. But you're going to have to learn to share,” Tabby said. She gently moved Stacie away until she had taken her place at Alan's side.

“Well, shit, Tabby,” Stacie pouted. “What am I supposed to do while the two hottest people I know are making love?”

Tabby's lips curled affectionately. “Well, you can get off the bed and play with yourself while Mr. Glassman does unspeakable things to my tender young body,” she said in a sultry voice. At her side, Alan tipped her head towards him, his strong mouth nibbling on her lips. Instinctively, she spread her legs as his hand moved confidently up her thigh, nearing her secret treasure. “Or,” she said in a near-whisper, “you can stay here with us, and teach our teacher what I like the best. You know me better than anyone else. Is that all right with you, Alan?”

Alan raised his eyebrows as his hand found the dew-slickened gate of Tabby's sex. “Why in the world would I not want another beautiful woman in bed with me? And if she can tell me what you like the most, I'm not going to complain.”

“Awesome,” Tabby sighed. She sank back into the mattress, luxuriating in the feel of the soft comforter on her heated skin. She glanced at Stacie, who bit her lip, but nodded her acceptance. She reached up and cupped her cheek.

“I hope I don't seem selfish, Stacie. I know you wanted him first. But now I see how awesome he is in the sack, can you blame me for wanting him, too?”

Stacie shook her head, catching Tabby's hand and squeezing hard. “No. Not at all.” She swallowed hard. “I'm so happy right now, Tabby. So happy. I have all I ever wanted, right here.” On the bed, Tabby's hips bucked as Alan gently eased a finger into her tight canal.

“Alan...” Stacie said warningly.

“Yes?” he looked up to her, meeting her eyes quizzically.

“That might not be the best idea.” She looked at Tabby fondly. Her eyes were squinched shut and her hips were rising to meet Alan's finger as it slowly pumped into her.

“Why,” Alan asked worriedly. “Doesn't she like it?”

Stacie grinned and pulled his hand away from Tabby's groin. The redhead mewled softly in disappointment as the wonderful feeling of being filled was taken away. “The problem is she likes it too much,” she said. “Once you get a finger inside her, she goes off like a firecracker. And she'll be too sensitive to do anything else for a while.”

Tabby opened her eyes and glared at her lover. “You suck,” she said flatly. “I was getting close, Stacie. And you took it away. Put your finger back inside, Alan. Please?” she said winsomely, batting her eyelashes.

“Don't do it,” Stacie warned. “She'll get off and then she'll be useless for at least the next half-hour. Play with her titties instead. Aren't they beautiful?” she asked, dropping her head to cup one of Tabby's magnificent orbs in her hands. She softly kneaded it, her fingers flicking the erect, coral-pink nipple. Her lover cooed in pleasure, eyes widening, her jaw slack with lust, her pink lips glistening. Stacie raised her head to give her a swift kiss. “Besides, Tabby,” she continued, eyes twinkling. “If his finger feels good, imagine how much better his cock will feel.”

Beside her, Alan followed her example, filling his hand with Tabby's milk-white breast. The pale nipple was erect and turgid beneath his fingers, and he pinched it lightly, running his other hand across the tense curve of her belly. He could feel her muscles jerking as they took turns playing with Tabby's beautiful mounds.

He met Stacie's eyes, and without words they communicated. As one, they bent their heads and took Tabby's long hard nipples into their mouths, suckling and flicking the erect nubs with their tongues.

“Urrrkkkkk!!” Tabby grunted, her groin lifting completely off the bed. Oh, God, the feeling was incredible! Two hot mouths on her breasts, four loving hands touching her everywhere. Her pussy was on fire. She snaked an arm around Alan's neck and held him to her breast, her hand clenched in the hair at the nape of his neck. Her hips writhed, and she could feel his hot cock pressing on her hip, the fat tip smearing her skin with his secretions. With an urgent wiggle, she pulled him into the open vee of her legs, her back arching as she felt his strong chest push her deeper into the bed.

Where was his cock? She needed it, wanted him as she had never wanted anything in her life. Alan's beautiful body and skillful hands had brought her to a fever pitch she had never felt with a man before. Her hand reached down between her legs, seeking. At last she found it, her hand curling around it possessively. She pulled at him gently, until her hand was near her nether lips. She let his throbbing length nestle against her swollen folds, her nimble fingers softly stroking the bulging head.

Drawn higher by her touch, her new lover smiled into her eyes, then bent to kiss her. She cupped his cheek in her hand and drew him ever closer, kissing him thoroughly, savoring the taste of him as their saliva mingled. At her side, unseen but not forgotten, Stacie continued her loving ministrations. Her hot mouth never left her breast, and her hands, oh, her hands were
everywhere.

She could feel sweat beading at her hairline. The slow tide of arousal started to crest. Not close, not yet, but a premonition, a foreshadowing, a hint of what was to become. Oh, God, it was going to be fucking
massive.

Trying to stave off the earth-shattering climax she was sure was coming, she tried to wiggle away from Alan's cock. Unfortunately, he matched her every move, and she eventually ran out of room.

“What's the matter, Tabby?” Stacie whispered wickedly, her hand moving down to join Alan's rod at the portals of her sex. “Your eyes bigger than your vag? Worried you can't take it all?” Her fingers swept down, gathering dew from her folds, then rose again to dance on the throbbing nubbin of Tabby's clitoris. Tabby had to bite her lip to keep an explosive scream from tearing loose. Stacie went on. “He's pretty well hung, I will admit. But he's not much bigger than the strap-on we use sometimes.”

Tabby shook her head, sweat-dampened tendrils of hair sticking to her cheeks. “It's not that. It's...oh, God, Stacie, I want this to last. I never want this feeling to end.” Despite her words, she knew she couldn't hold out much longer. As Alan nestled his slick head against her opening, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Silly girl,” Stacie whispered. “Do you think this is the only time we're going to make love?” She gathered Tabby's breast in her hand, her fingers slowly kneading her sensitive flesh, her lips caressing the soft skin of her shoulder. “This is only the beginning for us. All of us,” she continued, turning her head so she could meet Alan's eyes. He nodded his response, knowing he was making a solemn promise. “Are you ready, baby?” she asked, kissing Tabby's cheek.