Now curious, I stood up and padded into the living room, and there, on Gigi's couch was my boyfriend getting a blowjob from a topless girl.

The girl looked up. She kept her hand on his dick, probably from the shock of being caught, but her mouth came loose and stayed open in an "O" shape. Her eyes were wide and remorseful. She tried talking, "I, uh... Oh my god..."

I was in shock too. I put my hands on my hips, and rocked from one socked foot to the other. I angrily pulled a pig tail behind my shoulder and said, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

She took her hands off Tucker's dick and sat back on her feet. Her face was the color of a parking ticket.

Again I asked her, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Hot Tits: "I'm... I'm so sorry!"
Bunny: "Well you should be."
Hot Tits: "I... uh..."
Bunny: "You can't use your teeth like that."
Hot Tits: "Wha..?"
Bunny: "Here, let me show you. I'll let you lick his balls if you're a good girl."

Hot Tits was relieved that I wasn't angry. She crawled backwards to let me in, and I knelt between Tucker's legs and began sucking, stopping every so often to give lessons to Hot Tits on teeth coverage, tongue use, hand positions etc. Tucker, being somewhat inured to this kind of thing, picked up a video game controller and began playing Mario Kart, laughing and saying immature things like, "Gigi, there's room for one more down there," and "Some guys call this momentous, I call it Friday." Gigi sat down next to him on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, rolling her eyes and watching Hot Tits give head. She was topless too. In between bites of popcorn, she would encourage Hot Tits' progress.

[Now would be a good time to provide a description of Hot Tits' and Gigi's appearances, though it's always a good time to think about Hot Tits and Gigi naked. Gigi is over six feet tall, beautiful, blonde, lithe, and has the most gorgeous breasts I've ever laid hands on. They defy gravity, honestly. Hot Tits is brunette, also beautiful, muscular, smooth and has the greatest ass I've ever laid hands on. Again with the defiance of gravity thing. The two of them could take on and vanquish anyone in a quarter-bouncing competition. Tits! Ass! Ping! Ping!]

While giving Hot Tits Oral Sex instruction, it occurred to me that her tits were, indeed, very hot. I decided to grab them and lick her back while she was giving head. A minute into this, it occurred to me that we were omitting 50% of the Oral Sex subject. It also occurred to me that Tucker was being a spoiled asshole with the Mario Kart, and wasn't concentrating anyway, so I took Hot Tits to Gigi's bedroom to instruct her further.

Gigi's bedroom was the color of the inside of a blood orange. Her bed was big and soft, and her sheets were red satin. Once Hot Tits and I were fully naked, the scene was alarmingly porn-like. All that was missing were lubricants and platform shoes, and I suspected Gigi had supplies like that hidden somewhere. I considered going to look for them, but was distracted by Hot Tits, who needed no further instruction in the other half of the discipline. In fact, she could have taught me a thing or two.

As I am quite sensitive and easily provoked, I came several times. As I am self absorbed, I did so loudly, which prompted Gigi and Tucker to join us in the Blood Orange room. Gigi came in first and dropped her skirt, and Tucker quickly followed her, smacking her ass and acting like nothing was out of the usual though his penis was achingly erect.

Four naked people in a bed seems like an awkward arrangement. It's not, really. It's almost like communism, if communism actually worked. Everyone is working toward a common goal, and that goal is getting off; thus, if everyone does their part, they get paid in orgasm. Where there is need, there are hands, fingers, tongues or a penis to meet it. So in group sex, everyone wins. It's egalitarian!

Or so I had thought, up to that night.

I can't remember particular positions, who was where, what was inside what, etc. It was more like an erotic pile of limbs, a sex beast with skin full of blood, parts of it purple and wet. We were like pieces of a puzzle that were hell bent on getting put into place, whether we fit together or not.

I do remember where I was when Hot Tits was about to climax, as Tucker and I were fucking over her. I could see the lower half of her torso convulse as Gigi worked on her. She was moaning loudly below us. She picked her head up and said, "More fingers." Gigi shrugged and obliged.

The extra fingers made Hot Tits almost wail with pleasure. Her hips were rotating into the bed, thighs clenching in direct proportion to the amount of fingers Gigi had inside of her. She yelped "More!" Gigi shrugged again, and added more fingers. Hot Tits squeezed her own breasts with alarming ferocity and yelled "Harder!"

As I was being fucked, and I like being fucked, I decided to pay attention to this and not the escalating finger situation. This proved difficult, as Hot Tits kept yelling "More fingers!" or "Harder!"

When Gigi's whole hand disappeared into her body, even Tucker stopped and giggled. We were amazed. It was as if Hot Tits was a magician in 'backward land,' putting that big suitcase INTO her jacket, instead of pulling it out. It didn't seem possible, this trick. I had been in there not twenty minutes prior, and it wasn't that big a space.

Hot Tits' screaming got noticeably louder. This turned our amazement back into horniness. We kept fucking, and Gigi kept plowing away. Hot Tits wanted it harder and harder, and Gigi kept obliging. Soon she was literally punching this girl at full force, her hand swallowed whole, up to the wrist. The force of Gigi's punches must have been considerable; she was a Division One athlete in college. It looked ungodly painful, but Hot Tits loved it.

"OHAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! HAAAARRRRRRRDERRRRR!!!!!"

Gigi looked like she was hitting a punching bag. Her feet were braced against the blood orange colored wall for traction. I began to laugh.

Tucker pulled out and came on Hot Tits' face, which sent her over the edge. She literally exploded with orgasm, her hips two feet off the bed. I rolled over and landed on a pillow, laughing hysterically. I held up one of my hands, squeezed it into an elongated fist and imagined it inside me. It just didn't seem possible. Hot Tits was not of this world. She was a sorceress of some sort, the sorceress of expandable vaginas. I was in awe of her powers, and very jealous of her explosive orgasm. Out the window went my egalitarian group sex theory.

Gigi leaned over Hot Tits, who was moaning inaudibly in post-coital bliss. She kissed and licked her lips, her hand still inside the girl, stuck in there for all we knew. I was halfway to the bathroom to shower when she dislodged the hand. It was then I heard, "OH MY GOD."

Back in the room, Tucker was doubled over with laughter. Gigi sat on the bed above Hot Tits looking like a battlefield medic. Her hand was covered in blood past her wrist.

Apparently Hot Tits was not an all-powerful vaginal sorceress. She just had a very high tolerance for pain. Still pretty amazing, though.