By chance we end up at the same club, the little basement bar on the riverside. The dance floor is pretty full, the music is loud and the atmosphere i... humid. Clothes are flying everywhere and bodies are shaking like there’s an earthquake - typical Monday night in this student city. I'm wearing a tight, white t-shirt with a slightly offensive and cocky graphic, dark blue jeans and white DC trainers. The sweat is turning my top a little see-through as it clings to the dark, toned, hairless skin. I lifted her buns and furiously lapped up all her juices.”Please fuck me Ravi….I want your cock inside my cunt..please Ravi please” she moaned. I shoved a finger into her inviting cunt and sucked on her stiff clitoris. She raised her hips into my mouth till my nose was inside her hot wet cunt. She smelled like an exquisite perfume. I continued fucking her with my tongue and she was whimpering like a baby. I finally reached up and she guided my cock into her. She bent her knees and I started to. I returned the favour with my left hand and felt for Megan’s wet little twat with my right. We stood there, in a smouldering triangle of girly love, fingering one another and kissing. Both girls had beautifully juicy cunts just like mine and we were very soon breathing deeply and moaning until we tumbled onto the bed. For a minute, I was in the middle with the other two girls kissing me and stroking my boobs and fingering my pussy. Megan was the first to kiss my breasts, teasing my nipples. That means if I see a mag, I have to have it. When I read in the Sport about Miss Debbie Quorel’s studio in Stoke on Trent, I had to go there, even though it was miles, and look at the photos in the catalogue the lady on reception had. I was hoping Miss Debbie might be there, even be in the middle of a photo-shoot and pop out the door wearing a sex-queen outfit to talk to the receptionist, making me spunk my pants in the process. But I did cum in my pants looking at the lovely pics in the.