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through her sweater.
    By tins time everyone had gotten into the act and paired off. Seeing that it was pretty crowded in the living room, I whispered something to Chris, and she eagerly followed me into Jeff’s room.
    To our delight, Jeff and Lynn were lying nude on the bed. She had taken his swollen cock between her crimson lips and her head was wildly pumping in an up-and-down motion. Jeff smiled when he saw us enter the room, because he realized he now had an audience. I could feel Chris’s body trembling as a reaction to what she was witnessing and maybe in anticipation of what was to come.
    Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I reached over and undid the front of her jeans. I could now feel her woolly wonder and she arched her hips forward in response to my caresses. Her wandering hands released my purple-helmeted soldier of pleasure.
    Soon we were completely naked. I proceeded to stimulate her now-moist muff with my probing tongue. Her body shuddered violently with each stroke of my tongue and she was quickly approaching orgasm.
    Suddenly she wrapped her legs around my head and released what seemed like a fountain of delicious juice into my thirsty mouth. She groaned in ecstasy. Then, after she’d moved down to take my throbbing cock into her mouth, Jeff appeared behind her and mounted her doggie-style with his ten-inch dick.
    While I was leaning back in sheer pleasure, Lynn came over to me and lowered her luscious pink jewel box onto my waiting lips. Meanwhile Chris, who was enjoying her late-night snack, deep-throated my iron-hard member. We all came in what seemed like a mutual orgasm.
    We were exhausted and covered with each other’s love juices, and Jeff suggested we go back out and smoke a few more joints. The girls threw on our bathrobes and we pulled on some jeans.
    But we were in for a shock when we opened the bedroom door. Our two friends, Jim and Jerry, were having an orgy of their own. Jim was stroking his huge circumcised rod, and then he plunged it into the precious pussy of one of the girls. Jerry and a cute redhead were devouring each other in the 69 position.
    Not at all disturbed by our presence, Jim, after pounding furiously, shot his hot come deep into the girl’s convulsing hole. When the other two were through, Jerry suggested we switch partners. Everyone agreed and we fucked long into the night. Around three o’clock in the morning, the girls insisted that they really had to get some studying done. We kissed them good-bye, promising to get together again sometime. I can’t wait until finals!—
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    MOTORCYCLE FREAKS GIVE GIRLS A ROUGH RIDE DURING HELL-FOR-LEATHER FOURSOME
    Until last spring I’d always had a low opinion of motorcycle freaks, because of the Hell’s Angels stereotype. But last April I changed my mind—a lady’s prerogative, right? Anyway, I’d like to tell your readers how it happened.
    My best friend, Candy, and I took a drive in my camper into the Virginia mountains last spring. After we’d set up camp, I looked out and saw two big guys on bikes pulling into the campsite next to ours. I turned to Candy and fearfully said that we ought to move before those guys tried to rape us. Candy suggested that we wait awhile to see if they’d move, but they didn’t, and by then we were too tired to find a new campsite before dark. When we stepped out, it was obvious that the guys hadn’t expected to have two sexy chicks camped next door because they both stopped in their tracks. Candy introduced herself and me, and we found out that their names were Doug and Eric. Doug, a tall, strong blond with blue eyes, was togged out from head to toe in jet-black leather, which glistened and rippled when he moved his beautiful, muscular body. Darker and with very rugged features, Eric was also tall and strong. He wore a tan jacket, brown riding breeches and tan knee boots.
    Candy and I wanted to get to know them better, and so when they asked if we’d like to