Damn.
It 's toilsome to choose, almost insufferable. Why do I have to find fault myself ? Why do I maintain finding myself in places like this ? I 'm trapped between the Lucifer and the inscrutable blue sea. Between a stone and a strong place. Between Vicky and Lola.

Lola 's on the right. Her tight blue cocktail dress covers nearly of her hips, though exposes a lean stratum of picket peel in the material body of a piece of underclothes. Her back is arched, like a stretching cat, her arms flat on the floor before her. I ca n't see her face, but I 'm fairly certainly her eye are closed, and I imagine her biting her lower mouth as I slide my hand up her leg.

The evening started like every former one would do. As a barman in a large club in the center of Town, I know well-nigh of the regulars by name. A few of them were in ahead of time, as common. Bobby McFadden was sitting at the slot machines, dropping coins and pulling the lever down and up again. doodly-squat and Sam Johnstone fought a fraternal feud at the puddle board. Some of the topical anaesthetic had taken their common plaza at the bar. They were getting ready for the bunch to make out in. Students, a lot of student. And tourist. Mix the two together and add large total of alcohol, and all netherworld breakout loose.

The golf-club is notorious for its late night troubles. Just hebdomad ago, two men got shot when they unknowingly attacked one of the penis of a biker ring. We have n't seen a dark without thrown and broken glass for over a year. One of the john stalls is n't connected to the body of water electronic network, its solitary function is to offer safety for newly created couples greedy enough not to be able-bodied to wait until they get home. It 's not the classiest berth in town - but it sure is the funnest.

On the left is Vicky. She 's a reliable featherweight, I highly doubt she 's reaching triple finger's breadth. Every gram of fat has gathered in her chest, giving her the highest boob-to-weight ratio I 've ever encountered. Her size makes it near impossible for her panties to stay where they are, which explains why it has n't at all been hard to slide them aside a few in. Her hands rest on her lower rear.

On an modal Night, it 's Lola who comes in first, gauging the bunch before she starts her Leigh Hunt, but today, Vicky was early. She sat at the bar and sipped from her diet coke, her usual starter. As the crew grew gravid, Vicky got more and more border. Her passably face and petite body always made her a wanted conversation partner - be it usually with other aim. Because Vicky never takes drinks from a stranger - it 's a bad, bad idea in station like this - I get to face her in the eyes about every XXX minutes. I never saw anything exceptional, until the very end of the evening.

Lola pushes her body up and throws her school principal back. She looks at me with her top pour down middle and wiggles her hips.
'' make up your mind, Quinn, '' she says.
She almost sounds tempestuous, or perhaps frustrated is a better condition.
My fingers run over her vertebral column, crossing the border between dress and skin. I slam my hand into her justly buttock and make sure my thumb farming right between the face. The moisture grabs my skin and holds on tight, luring my finger into her enigma alley.

Lola came in just in time to see Bobby win a fair quantity of his own money back at the slot machine. I was n't surprised to see she was one of the first to stick out adjacent to him and to collect a drink from the denture he bought with his earnings. After she snuck in a second one, she left him for the others. Bobby was n't the type of guy she was after. She needed more financial security, she wanted to be sure she would get drunk without spending a cent, and hopefully leave her dupe 's place tomorrow with a pocketbook or another sort of souvenir.

eve Vicky is getting impatient. Without turning her headway, she starts to mumble.
'' seed on, Quinn, '' I hear her say. `` The suspense is killing me. ``
'' Quinn, '' Lola adds, `` it 's meter. Do or die. ``
I ca n't adjudicate.

As the visitor enumeration started to minify for the first meter tonight, Lola gave up. Her winner rate was incredibly high, but tonight, affair just did n't work out for her. Every guy she tried to seduce was either happily married, or did n't finger like spending large amounts of money just to get set. Of course, she could consume just gone household with someone anyway, but that was n't Lola 's stylus. She sat down at the bar an ordered a strong, toxic-looking liqueur. She watched the crowd slowly disappear into the dark night, keeping an eye on the doorway in case a former prey came through. Nothing happened.

Vicky had had more luck. She had been involved in a drunk kissing orgy. As she got pushed from one guy to another, she tasted every single tongue that came close to hers. The guy around her laughed, not knowing not a individual one would go dwelling with her tonight.

The last client dawdled around the closet, not overly willing to go dwelling just yet. Once again, I had to squeeze the out-of-order bath carrell open in order to get a sweaty and oily duo out. When I came back, only a handful of masses were still in the building : two coworkers, who were also getting ready to promise it a day, a few lazy wino, and both Vicky and Lola. I told my co-worker I could wield closing up by myself, and as they took the remainder of the visitors outside, it was just me and the two gorgeous, drunk, drugged and sleepy girls sitting at conterminous dejection.

'' speculation I 'm gon na get to jazz the both of you tonight, huh, '' I bragged.
Loud laughter behind me. The measure of times either one of us three had made a sexual point of reference about one another was uncounted, yet no such thing had ever occured between Lola and me or Vicky and me, and I highly doubted they had done anything similar together either. I had expected some variety of `` Nuh uh ! '' or `` No way ! '' from either one of them, but there was only secrecy. I looked around and noticed the silence was only apparent, as Lola 's head almost touched Vicky 's, and I could clearly see Lola 's lips moving close to Vicky 's ear. Vicky grinned widely and all of a sudden, four evil eyes looked straight at me.

'' You have to pick, '' Lola said as she jumped up. `` Both is not an option. But there 's a catch. ``
'' A huge catch ! '' Vicky screamed. She climbed on the bar and threw herself over it, blindly trusting me to catch her as she fell. `` Your decision will be final. There will be no turning back - ever. Choose wisely, for you will never get to shift your mind. ``
I was perplexed by the sudden change of pass of the conversation. Were they saying what I thought they were ?
'' Never ever, '' Lola grinned. She stooped, then seconds later came back up, holding in her hand a tiny small-arm of clothing that I suddenly recognized as a pair of scanty. She playfully dropped it on the story and walked across the bar, but instead of coming directly towards me, she stood behind Vicky and started to unbutton her denim shorts. Vicky chuckled and pulled me towards her, sandwiching herself between Lola 's consistency and mine. She started grinding, moving her rosehip until her underdrawers could n't grab onto her still skin any longer and dropped down on the level.

Lola yanked the dishcloth from my script and threw it around my cervix, guiding me, and therefore Vicky as well, towards the heart of the club. The brightness were still hitting the retro disco ball hanging from the roof, leaving fast-moving, random beams of unclouded all over the ground glass story. Lola sat down and summonned Vicky to dc the Same. As I kneeled down behind them, my impart leg between Vicky 's and the rightfield between Lola 's, my men resting on their let down backs, I started to realize this was going to be the hard choice I 'd ever had to make.

'' Quinn ! ``
Lola turns her trunk around and looks straight at me.
'' No time for day-dreaming. I need this. ``
'' No, I need this, '' I hear Vicky shout. `` Do me, Quinn ! ``
My optic move left and right in a spry personal manner. I go over the alternative once more.

Vicky, possibly the tightest one I will ever get to find. If I decide she 's the one, one emphatic blow would slam her consistence forward and might even make her dip down, which would be the best thing that could happen. In any lawsuit, she 'd holler from the second I 'd recruit her to the second my greasy, slippery rod would slide back out of her. It 's impossible to bear that would subscribe to a long time.

Or Lola, the one who knows exactly how to play delight to a guy. The initial blast would n't be as big as it would be with Vicky, but it would be rank ne plus ultra. No amount of lube could ever beat Lola 's natural level of wetness. I would be able to Irish punt her as hard as I physically could, without having to fear for breaking any off-white or slamming her into the floor.

Should I choose the perfect grip, or brittle slenderness ? Assured convenience, or incredible friction ? The best orgasm in the humanity, or the best orgasm in the world ?

Suddenly, my psyche straightens up. I could never forgive myself if I chose differently. Everything happens in a quick, smooth-spoken successiveness. I raise my left hand and firmly slapdash Vicky 's rear end. My right arm snatch Lola by the hip joint and pulls her towards me. Quickly, I unbutton my jeans and pull my tool out of my drawers. It 's only half-hard, but that does n't hold open me from lining it up with Lola 's body. The moment it reaches its ultimate size and shape, I slam my pelvic girdle forward. My back talk mime `` good-for-nothing ! '' to Vicky as I feel myself getting sucked into Lola 's wet pussy. Vicky regroups and sits next to Lola, guiding our bodies away from each other and back. With every thrust, my balls slap Lola, though I highly doubt she even notices. She screams and calls out random syllables. I up the hurrying and, more importantly, the force with which I pound her. My body crushes hers, every apoplexy pushes her forward and finisher to the floor.

I can finger it coming, but I ca n't be bothered to warn either Vicky or Lola. My idea is set on pulling Lola 's hips towards me as hard as I can, whilst jamming my body into hers. The survive few blows are concentrated than any before. Lola screams loudly and urges me to preserve going, but it 's too late. In a final moment of extreme luxuria, I grab Vicky 's head and lay it down onto Lola 's behind. I yank my dick out and moments later, a warm, gooey wave of cum lands on Vicky 's cheek and drip down onto Lola 's cutis. More waves follow, they do n't stop until more than one-half of Vicky 's face and a large part of Lola 's tail are covered in a muggy liquidness. Only when I start to notice I 'm getting diffused again, I sit back, exhausted.

talk of the town about gorgeous aspect. Lola 's half-naked body, with pool of cum spread all over it, and above it Vicky 's surprised expression, one eye shut, her cheeks completely covered, a trashy line of cum clinging to her chin. I look at it, smile widely for a brief moment, then think, and keep thinking ...

What if I had picked Vicky ?