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As the last of the customers leave Caledon University’s Snapping Turtle Bar, Amanda Thomas locks the front door to the establishment just as Max Caulfield and her blue haired girlfriend Chloe Price emerge from the bathroom. “You know how juvenile it is that you actually listened to her and hid the bathroom when I said it was closing time?” Amanda asks, crossing her arms as she scolds Max as the pair head to the bar.
“Oh come on, you run a college bar, people hiding in the bathroom during last call is part of the routine ain’t it to either score free drinks to hook up with the bartender,” Chloe grins as if her rational makes all the sense in the world.
“It does for people who are twenty-one and legal to drink… not for people approaching thirty, and I have to ask what is with the hair?” Amanda asks.
“Max likes it,” Chloe answers before adding, “But don’t worry the carpet does not match the drapes.”
“Chloe!” Max exclaims, her face red with embarrassment.
“What? Come on she can’t be as much as a stick in the mud as that religious zealot you use to hang with,” Chloe remarks, “Besides you’d say she might be down for a bit of fun.”
“Did she now?” Amanda asks, seemingly amused with that detail, “So it’s not all her bad influence when it comes to your questionable decisions…”
Max presses her lips together, “Well it’s not totally like that, it’s just with everything being sorted, you kind of know how I approached things during the… crisis… so you know that I know that you had the hots for me in one timeline… well both timelines, but you know...”
“Uh-huh,” Amanda shakes her head, “You know, understanding that everything was real despite everything happening at the same time is really damn stressful.”
“Believe me I know,” Max nods her head.
“She totally does, SuperMax’s head nearly exploded when she first discovered her time powers back in the day, and what got her through it was me going down on her… though sometimes I suspected she used it as an excuse” Chloe chimes in.
“Chloe!” Max snaps, her face reddening once again.
“And this is the girl you’ve stuck with?” Amanda asks.
“Hey, I’ve stuck with Max, someone has to keep her out of trouble…” Chloe smirks, but the look she gets from both has her shrugging her shoulders, “Most of time, I got my own career and stuff too, not like I was going to stuck here in the great white northeast.”
“We’re not in Canada,” Max speaks as if to correct her.
“You get what I mean,” Chloe smirks, “Besides, when I can be around, I do have to make sure SuperMax gets laid as much as possible.”
Amanda shakes her head, “Just meeting you explains so much about her…”
Max grins, “Ouch, not sure how to take that… but since we’re not really here to talk…” She trails off as she walks over to Amanda and proceeds to kiss her, surprising her at first only to be allowed to invade her mouth with her tongue moments later. Amanda moans, intertwining her tongue with Max, their kiss gradually becoming more heated when she reaches behind Max to grab her jeans covered ass.
“Damn, that’s hot,” Chloe comments as she circles around to get behind Amanda so that she is sandwiched between herself and Max. She tilts her head slight to kiss the back of her neck while reaching around her to squeezed her breasts that are hidden beneath the shirt she is wearing. Her actions result in Amanda moaning loudly into Max’s mouth, particularly when she pinches and rolls her nipples through the material of her shirt.
“Mm, so… down for some fun?” Max asks upon breaking the kiss with the slightly panting bartender.
“Fine, but if something breaks in here you’re paying for it,” Amanda answers with a nod.
Chloe scoffs, “Maybe you should haven’t so much stuff set up as decorations that could get knocked over… just saying…”
“Chloe, be nice, it gives the Snapping Turtle character,” Max states before she and Chloe start to strip Amanda out of her clothing with the former pushing down her pants and panties and the later lifting her shirt.
“Damn, nice thick ass,” Chloe comments upon seeing Amanda’s rump, squatting behind her and grabbing her buttocks, giving them a squeeze and a kiss, which has her gasping.
“Mm…” Amanda moans, biting her bottom lip as she kicks off her shoes and steps out of her pants and panties once Max has them around her ankles. At nearly the same moment, Max turns her attention to her large soft breasts, greedily grabbing them and taking one of her nipples into her mouth. Meanwhile, Chloe pushes on the back of one of the bartender’s legs, getting her to raise it so that she can dab her tongue against her slit from behind. “Oh… ah… mm… fuck… ah…” Amanda squeals lightly, having to grab hold of Max to balance herself while feeling the tip of Chloe’s tongue just barely flicking against her folds. Using two fingers to tweak the nipple not in her mouth, Max swirls her tongue around the one that is.
Lifting her head away from Amanda’s ample chest, Max licks her lips, “Hey Chloe, I think we’re a bit to over dressed…” She states while taking a step back in order to strip out of her clothing. Almost reluctantly, Chloe stands up and does the same, which allows Amanda to check both of them out, her cheeks reddening when she notices she is more full-figured than either of them.
“Now to get a proper taste of that cunt,” Chloe grins as she takes hold of Amanda’s hand and pulls her towards the front of the Snapping Turtle’s stage, having her sit on the edge of it. As soon as the bartender has spread her legs, Chloe gets back down on her knees and attacks her muff, eagerly lapping her tongue against her lower lips.
“Oh… ah… mm fuck… ah…” Amanda groans, slightly rolling her hips to push herself against Chloe’s face while leaning backs lightly on the stage. She brings a hand forward to fun her fingers through her blue hair as she hungrily eats her pussy. When the blue-haired woman shifts her attention to wrap her lips around her clit she slips two fingers into her slit, promptly working them in and out of her snug love tunnel. “Oh! Ah! Ah shit! Ah! Fuck! Oh fuck!” Amanda tosses her he head back, writhing slightly on the edge of the stage as Chloe repeatedly pushes her fingers deep into her twat while feverishly suckling on her clit. With her chest heaving, the bartender places both hands behind herself, trying to keep herself up right as Chloe wedges in a third finger as she hammers her pussy as Max casually approaches her.
“If you think her eating pussy is something just wait until Chloe is eating your ass… in fact… why not turn over…” Max suggests as she steps on to the stage and sits directly behind Amanda with her legs spread.
“Sounds… ah.. ah… good…” Amanda pants while nodding, waiting until Chloe lifts her head from between her thighs. She scoots back slightly and turns to get all on all fours, her thick rump facing Chloe while wastes no time in smothering her face between her ass cheeks with her tongue lapping against the entrance to her asshole. “Oh… ah… ah… mm!” Amanda barely has time to fully register Chloe’s anal onslaught as Max grabs the back of her head and pushes her down towards her own pussy. Moving her hands onto the brunette’s thighs, the bartender promptly begins to poke and prod her lower lips with her tongue, teasing her at first before pushing her oral muscle into her snatch.
“Oh… mm yeah… oh yeah fuck me with your tongue!” Max moans, licking her lips while sliding one hand over her firm tits as Amanda darts her tongue in and out of her twat. Panting a bit, Max tilts her head back as she grips the back of Amanda’s head, her fingers gripping some of her hair as she spreads her legs even wider as if to give her all the room she needs to push her tongue deeper within her cunt. “Ah yeeah… oh fuck so fucking good!” Max gasps with delight. Meanwhile, Chloe feasting on her ass, the bartender moves her right hand in order to push her fingers into Max’s snatch when she switches her tongue focus to her clit. “Oh… ah yeah… mm fuck me… mm fuck!” Max gasps in regard to how Amanda is working her digits in and out of her sopping hole while feeling her tongue swirling around her clit. “Ah! Ah yeah! That’s it! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” The brunette squeals as she bucks wildly against the bartender’s pistoning fingers and talented tongue as she is brought to a sudden climax, her juices squirting from her slit.
“Damn, you got Max off that quick, impressive,” Chloe comments lifting her head away from Amanda’s ass to see her girlfriend slightly trembling on the stage.
“As if this is my first rodeo,” Amanda quips, removing her fingers from Max’s twat while sitting up on her knees. She holds her hand up and without being told, Chloe leans in and begins to lick Max’s cream off of the bartender’s fingers, moaning as she collect every drop. “Seems like you like taste everything, but now it your turn…” Amanda grins as she turns to grab Chloe in order to get her to sit on the stage next to Max.
“I’m always happy to have someone munch my muff,” Chloe smirks, sliding a hand through her blue hair as Amanda proceeds to dive between her legs to begin lapping at her moist mound. “Ah… oh shit… mm…” She groans, licking her teeth as Amanda alternates between darting her tongue in and out of her pussy and lightly munching on her folds. Writhing a bit on the stage, she tilts her head back as she pushes herself pussy against Amanda’s face whenever she gently pulls on her lower lips with her teeth. “Oh shit… fuck… ah…” Chloe lets out a shriek when Amanda plunges a pair of fingers into her snatch, which combined with her oral actions brings a big grin to her face. Amanda raises her gaze to look up at her when she wraps her lips around her clit, suckling on it as she pumps her fingers in and out of her twat.
“Damn, just spoil my girlfriend why don’t you,” Max smirks, having recovered enough to see how Amanda is going to town on Chloe’s pussy with her fingers pumping into her as she works over her clit.
“She’s really… mm fucking good…” Chloe pants lightly, lifting her legs upwards with her toes curling as Amanda continues to fuck her. Continuing to smirk, Max leaves the stage of the Snapping Turtle and goes to where her clothes are piled on the floor of the bar, finding her camera bag. Opening it, she takes out her camera first and then a strap-on dildo. After putting her camera back in the back, she steps into the strap-on’s harness and pulls it up to her waist, making sure it’s secure before heading back over to the stage.
“Speaking of good,” Max smirks as she kneels directly behind Amanda as she slides her fake dick against her ass.
“What the hell?!” Amanda asks, her head shooting up from between Chloe’s thighs to look back at Max, seeing the sex toy secured around her waist.
“Hey! I was enjoying how you were eating me!” Chloe snickers as she grabs Amanda’s head to push her back down to her cunt just as Max is pushing the head of the dildo against the entrance ot the bartender’s cunt.
“Mmm! Mmm!” Amanda moans against Chloe’s twat, pushing back against Max to get her to invade her dripping snatch with the large fake cock. Taking hold of her hips, Max pushes inch after inch of the manufactured shaft into Amanda, stretching her cunt perfectly prior to moving her her hips to thrust in and out of her at a steady pace. “Mm! Mm!” Amanda moans and wails as she feverish laps her tongue against Chloe’s pussy as the brunette behind her pulls her back so that her ass is smacking against her waist.
“Yeah ahh… oh fuck… mmm fuck her good SuperMax!” Chloe cheers between her own moans as Amanda buries her tongue deep in her twat, feeling her oral muscle banging against her vaginal walls while her fingers leave her slit only to find her way along the crack of her ass for to push a finger into her asshole. “Oh ah yeah! Oh fuck! Yeah! Yeah! Ah! AH! Fuck!” Chloe’s slender body shivers with bliss as she surprise anal invasion sendsh er over the edge as she starts to cum. With Max hammering her twat from behind, Amanda engulfs Chloe’s mound in order to gulp down her juices at the rate she fills her mouth, groaning with every ounce of cunt cream she can devours.
“Ah yeah… mm take that dick!” Max grins as she plunges the full length of her fake dong into Amanda’s twat, her hips crashing against her thick juicy ass again and again, causing them to jiggle. Upon seeing them, she gives the bartender’s rump a firm smack making her shriek with surprise.
“Ah! Oh! Shit! Fuck! Ah! God damn it Max Caufield!” Amanda moans loudly as Max spanks her ass again, but not quite going on a spree as she focuses on plowing her strap-on dildo into her at a rapid pace. With a grin on her face, the brunette wraps her arms around the bartender before she repositions herself to lay on the stage beneath her without pulling out. “Oh ah… mm fuck!” Amanda moans as she quickly takes advantage being on top, bouncing herself up and down on the strap-on with her ass jiggling each time he crashes down on Max’s abdomen. With sweat dripping down her face, Amanda manages to spin around to face Max where she leans forward and places her hands nears her shoulders as she vigorously rides her fake dick. Max smirks as she grabs Amanda’s swaying tits while lifting her head up to capture one of her nipples with her mouth, sucking firmly on it as the bartender bounces even faster on her dildo.
“Damn, forgot you bring that everywhere,” Chloe remarks after recovering from her own intense climax and seeing what Max is wearing. Flipping her blue hair back, she crawls on the stage to get behind Amanda and leans down to where she lap her tongue against Max’s dildo, collecting some of the bartender’s juices on it before spreading her rear cheeks and dragging her tongue up her ass crack to her anus. She spits a thick wad of saliva on Amanda’s puckered entrance, sucks on a pair of her own fingers which she pushes into her anus, earning a loud shriek.
“Ah! Oh fuck! FUCK!” Amanda yelps whorishly as Chloe begins to finger fuck her ass, moving her digits in and out of her backdoor, which completely disrupts the rate at which she is bouncing on Max’s fake cock. Noticing this, Max slides her hands to the bartenders hips, raising her own to briskly pound her pussy from below. With her eyes rolling back and tongue dangling from her mouth, Amanda tries to push back against Chloe’s skilled fingers while fucking herself on Max’s sex toy as the pair double team her.
“Yeah, fucking love a thick ass,” Chloe grins as she rakes her teeth against one of Amanda’s buttock as she works in two more fingers into her asshole, jamming four digits in total into her rectum again and again. Meanwhile, Max expertly pummels Amanda’s cunt from below, pistoning her dildo swiftly up in her soaked snatch with long, sharp strokes.
“Oh! OH! AH! AH! OH! AH! AH! FUCK!” Amanda screams at the top of her lungs as the dual sexual onslaught takes its toll, her body quaking with her vaginal walls clenching around Max’s strap-on and her anal muscles squeezing around Chloe’s four fingers. The intensity of her euphoric ordeal results in Amanda collapsing on top of Max as her pussy juices pour down her faux cock. Extracting her fingers from the bartender’s asshole, Chloe takes them into her mouth one by one, sucking them clean as she tastes Amanda’s ass on each digit.
“Just imagine if Chloe was smart enough to bring her own strap-on,” Max quips as she helps ease an exhausted Amanda off of her strap-on, who rolls to her left and lays panting on the stage.
“That would be too much…” Amanda replies between labored breathes.
“Yeah, and it’s not like I lug around a camera bag where ever I go to justify having one with me at all times,” Chloe states with a sarcastic tone before adding, “And no I’m not going to start wearing a mini-backpack just because Victoria does.”
Max grins as she sits up on the stage, “Whatever you say Chloe...”
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