Story 21 The Perfect Storm
Brandy
I lifted my head from the pillow and looked down at my swollen p***y. My entire body was still trembling and enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss. My right hand was playing with Jim’s limp c**k, and my left was lying flat against Jenny’s warm p***y. Her breathing was strong and her n*****s were still erect.
We had just finished another of the many threesomes we had during the week. Mike and Jenny were a couple that lived off-campus and didn’t go to my university. They were in their thirties and worked. He was a banker at the local branch and she a florist in town. We had met at a coffee house where Mike had spilled coffee all over me by accident.
A dinner lead to drinks which in turn led back to their place for some more drinks. Before I knew it,
