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1/18/2007

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Andrea is a world class head turner; she is a tall, slender,
big-breasted dewy-eyed blonde whose face alone could
have the Pope mumbling to himself. She is feminine to a fault:
a fact demonstrated daily by the way she dresses, moves,
talks, even tosses her hair when she laughs. Andrea is the
stuff of dreams. Particularly mine. And I was determined
to have her.




When she came to work for our small agency a year ago, every
man and boy in the shop hit on her. Including myself. And
as owner and C.E.O. of the thriving agency, I thought I had
a pretty good shot of scoring. I'm young, single, reasonably
attractive in a Woody Allen sort of way, I'm in pretty
good shape, prematurely mature perpetually horny and
very financially secure. Yet try as I did (and believe me,
I tried) I got nowhere with Andrea. Not that she was cold
or aloof, far from it. She was warm and gracious and funny
and an extremely talented artist. But I just couldn't
get anywhere with her.




Our relationship grew slowly and wonderfully from the
day I hired Andrea. We kept business, business, and semi-socialized
only at an occasional lunch which, over the weeks and months
that followed, developed into almost everyday affair.
Our first few lunches quickly revealed that she wasn't
married, never had been, didn't date, rarely went
out at night and that she spent most of her off hours engaged
in her "serious" painting.


Naturally, I began to wonder what was wrong with me, not
her; did I have a catastrophic personality flaw?


Bad breath?


Did I look like Quasimodo's kid brother?


What was it?


I couldn't figure it out and it was driving me crazy.
And then, suddenly, it all came clear. In a moment of purely
coincidental, unmitigated fate, I learned the answer.
I was out one night, wining and dining an important new client
at a fashionable, out of the way French restaurant. We were
seated at a small table near a cafe curtained window and
when I happened to glance out, I spotted Andrea. She was
coming out of a bar, a gay bar, and she was arm-in-arm with
a woman nearly as beautiful as herself. I literally spilled
my soup all over myself. It had never, ever occurred to me
that Andrea was of the Sapphic persuasion. That realisation
devastated me and I mourned the loss, holding out a tiny
flicker of hope that I was somehow mistaken.




At lunch with Andrea the next day, I steeled myself with
a drink (something I never do during working hours) and
casually mentioned to Andrea that I could have sworn I saw
her exact double come out of The Blue Flame with a beautiful
woman last night.




Without a moment's hesitation or showing the slightest
embarrassment, Andrea said, "Oh, no, that was me.
Why didn't you say 'hello' or something?"


I quickly drained the last of my drink and stammered, "You,
you're gay! ?"


Andrea made a face and said, "No, silly, men are gay.
I'm a lesbian, " then casually added, "are
you going to eat your cole slaw?"


"Why didn't you tell me, " I finally blurted?


"Why didn't you ask, " she answered coolly?


I can't begin to imagine what my face must have revealed,
but whatever it was, it wasn't lost on Andrea. She lowered
her beautiful, smouldering blue-grey eyes and with a mocking,
dejected tone in her voice said, "Oh, shit. Does this
mean I have to pay for my own lunch from now on?"


I couldn't believe it. I stared at her, wide-eyed and
open- mouthed and just broke up. I was laughing so hard,
the entire restaurant turned to look at us. Embarrassed
and unable to thwart her own laughter, Andrea got up and
tried to get me to drink some water, dribbling it down my
chin to my pants. That made her laugh even harder and I cracked
up again. Through my choking, uncontrollable laughter,
I finally managed to reply, "and does this mean I'm
never going to get into your pants?"


And still laughing like a couple of crazies, we walked arm
and arm down Michigan Avenue back to the office.




From that day on, our relationship changed dramatically
and, I hasten to add, for the better. I went back to seriously
pursuing and bedding other women (as did Andrea, I'm
sure), but we still took our lunches together nearly every
day, occasionally adding after work drinks to our repertoire.
I was notably more relaxed around her, now that I stopped
trying to impress and seduce her and our friendship deepened
and blossomed. Our conversations became more personal
and downright gossipy and I began to feel more like her hairdresser
than her employer.




When we occasionally went to the popular watering joints
after work, I could literally feel the envious stares of
every guy in the place as I escorted this breathtaking creature
through the crowd to a quiet table in the back and hoarded
her to myself all night. Little did they know that more often
than not, we were discussing and evaluating the women in
the bar like a couple of locker room buddies. Andrea would
pick out a woman and say something like, "I'll
bet that brunette's a real scratcher and screamer"
or "look at that chick's face, she looks like
she hasn't cum in five years" or "check
out the tits on that redhead, don't they look delicious."


Needless to say, after a few drinks and night of titillating
conversation like that, I'd have to hustle up an old,
warm, willing friend for a mercy fuck on my way home from
dropping Andrea off.




Then one night, even that changed, too. Andrea and I were
out for dinner and the conversation quite naturally turned
to sex. Even though we were both lamenting how difficult
it was to find good sex partners, the mood was light, bordering
on silly and we were swapping funny sex stories from our
past. Andrea told me about an older woman she had really
liked and had dated for a while until the woman started getting
weird. She would shave Andrea's pussy, put ribbons
in her hair and dress her like a little girl. That was okay
with Andrea once in a while, but when it became the staple
of their sex life, Andrea bowed out. And then there was another
woman, a young doctor, who was obsessed with Andrea's
breasts (and who wouldn't be, I thought to myself).
The woman used to suck her tits constantly, often falling
asleep with Andrea's nipple in her mouth and waking
up the next morning still sucking.


The young Madam M.D. gave Andrea hormone shots and after
weeks of constant suckling, Andrea began to lactate, much
to the delight of this woman who would then literally milk
her twice a day. Andrea said that she began to feel like nothing
more than an old cow and eventually broke up with the doctor.




"Not only that, " Andrea laughed, "she
cost me a fortune. My tits got so big, I had to keep buying
bigger bras. And what am I supposed to do with those potato
sacks now?"


I laughed with her on the outside, but on the inside my cock
was screaming for mercy. And I told her as much.




"Okay, that's enough, " I groaned, "if
we keep talking about this stuff, I swear I'm going
to have to go to the men's room and give the old professor
some relief."


Andrea grinned.




"You're kidding, " she teased.


"I am not kidding, " I protested, "my
problem is, I don't think I can stand up right now."


And in fact, I couldn't.




Andrea looked at me and a sly, sexy expression crossed her
face. She leaned into me, giggled like a little girl and
whispered, "I want to watch you masturbate."


I nearly choked on my coffee. When I regained my composure
I replied, "now who's kidding?"


"No, no, I mean it, " she answered sincerely,
"I've never seen a man do it. It'd be a trip.
C'mon, don't be such a candyass."


It wasn't the worst proposition I'd ever heard.
I thought about it and smiled.




"Okay, " I nodded, "on one condition.
You let me watch you do it."


Andrea didn't even think about it before answering.




"It's a deal. Get the check."


Even though it was a short distance from the restaurant,
we took a cab to her small but beautifully decorated apartment
and Andrea led me to the bedroom. As I had suspected, it was
a decidedly feminine room dominated by a big brass bed,
Laura Ashley wallpaper and fabrics and yes, silk sheets.
But then things got a little awkward. We couldn't agree
who was to go first and flipping a coin seemed too cold to
both of us. So we decided to at least undress simultaneously,
one article each, and see what developed.




I took off my shoes and Andrea kicked off her heels. I unbuttoned
my shirt and threw it on the floor; Andrea pulled her sweater
over her head and shook out her long blonde hair, but she
was still wearing a nearly see-through silk blouse beneath
her sweater. I stripped off my socks - two items; Andrea
peeled off her blouse and wiggled out of her skirt. I was
down to two items, my pants and underwear while Andrea was
still ostensibly fully dressed. But despite my protests
of "unfair", I didn't mind at all.


She was wearing the sexiest lingerie I could have hoped
for - or died for: a satin camisole, push-up lace bra, minuscule,
transparently sheer white panties, a delicate matching
lace garter belt and long nylon stockings that seemed to
have been painted on her incredibly gorgeous legs.




I reached for my belt and stopped, looking at her and smiling.




"Wait a second, " I protested feebly, "you're
wearing more clothes than me."


Andrea just shook her head and smiled back.




"Too bad, sport, deal's a deal."


I shrugged, unzipped my pants and stepped out of them, deliberately
facing her. My tiny bikini underwear did little to conceal
the hard-on of a lifetime blazing upwards between my legs.
Andrea looked unabashedly at my barely restrained cock,
smiled and pulled her camisole off.




That vision will stay with me till the day I die. Her body
was the nearest thing to perfection that I have ever witnessed.
I literally lost my breath.




"Oh my God, " I heard myself groan.


"Oh my God, nothing, " Andrea chirped, "drop
your drawers, sailor."


I pulled my bikini off so fast, I nearly tripped. Released
from its nylon restraint, my rigid cock jumped straight
out and up, throbbing and bobbing up and down like a lunatic.
I grabbed it, just to hold it steady, and grinning like the
fool that I was, nodded to Andrea, indicating her bra.




Andrea shrugged and reached for the front closure of her
bra. She unhooked it and teasingly peeled the fragile lace
away from her tits.




"I always knew you were a boob man, " she chided
as she shook the straps off her shoulders, causing her tits
to sway gently like water balloons.


I thought I had died and went to mammary heaven. Up close
and personal, Andrea's tits were far larger than I
had ever imagined, and I had done a lot of imagining about
them. But as big as they were, they were exceedingly firm
and capped on their upper slopes with huge, perfectly circular
areolas and the longest, thickest, fleshiest nipples
I have ever seen. And they weren't even erect yet!
Andrea later told me that the condition of her nipples was
a permanent result of her "milk maid" episode,
but I'm getting ahead of myself.


Although I could barely walk, Andrea guided me by the shoulders
to the bed, fluffed up some pillows and told me to lie down
and make myself comfortable. As I did, she moved a large
armchair to the side of the bed, her breasts swaying with
every step, and sat down, facing me. Just watching her,
I automatically began polishing the Bishop in long, satisfying
strokes, praying that I wouldn't pop the cork too soon.
Andrea just watched me, more fascinated than aroused.




Between concentrating on the task at hand, the incredible
feeling surging through my swollen balls and my frequent
glances at Andrea's magnificent tits, I could barely
speak. When I finally found the breath and strength to speak,
I looked at her and gasped, "aren't you supposed
to be doing something, too?"


Andrea smiled seductively at me and whispered, "what
makes you think I'm not?"


As she spoke, she lifted her long, stockinged legs over
the arms of the chair and I glanced down at her pussy. The
sheer white triangle of nylon covering her cunt was soaking
wet. I almost lost it right there. I had to squeeze the base
of my cock and hold it for an eternity to keep from squirting.




Andrea noticed what I was doing and grinned. She closed
her eyes and began massaging her tits, seductively moving
her hands to her nipples and squeezing them awake between
her fingers. As big as her nipples were "at rest",
they grew even more prodigious beneath her fingers, rising
like two crimson red thumbs as her areolas constricted
into smaller circles.


She momentarily lost her breath and, shuddering, licked
her lips to moisten them.




"Wouldn't it be funny, " she gasped, smiling,
"if we were both fantasising about the same woman."


I had to keep from laughing. The thought was so Andrea. I
turned my head away, closed my eyes and went back to pumping
the professor.




"Tell me when you're going to cum, " Andrea
interrupted, "I want to see it."


"Don't worry, " I replied between short
breaths, "you'll be among the first to know."


I glanced back at her and watched her long, delicate, perfectly
manicured fingers languorously move down her trim body
to her pussy. I held my breath as she pulled the skimpy fabric
of her panties to one side and slid her finger into her glistening
wet slit and began masturbating very, very slowly. Although
she was not shaved, her sparse, blonde, baby fine pubic
hair barely concealed her puffy cunt lips. As she held her
outer lips open with the fingers of one hand, revealing
her engorged pink and white clit, the fingers of her other
hand gracefully poked in and out of her deep red inner lips,
occasionally dancing around her clit before sliding slightly
up her tunnel.




I watched her, excited, aroused, fascinated, pumping
my pecker with more authority. I knew I couldn't hold
out much longer.




"Andrea, " I gasped, "this is it, babe,
volcano time."


Andrea's eyes were squeezed shut. Her hips were rotating
in the chair in perfect rhythm to her finger flicking over
her clit.




"No, " she groaned, "no, wait, wait,
not yet."


I'm not a man of steel. I clenched my teeth, trying desperately
to hold back despite the few drops of clear white cum forming
on my piss hole.




"Andrea..."


I implored.




"Wait, " she whimpered.


Her whimpers grew louder, tuning into what I can only describe
as sobs. Quickly, she withdrew her finger from her clit,
licked her fingertips and went back to work on her puss.




That gesture was it for me. Groaning louder than I would
have liked, I clamped my eyes shut, my body convulsed and
shouting Andrea's name, I began shooting the biggest,
thickest load of white cum I had ever shot in my life. The
first spurt arched in the air
and landed high on my chest. As the second spurt
ejected, Andrea screamed. I looked over
and saw her fingers buried in her cunt while her thumb frantically
played with her clit. Her entire body heaved and jerked
and her tits swayed from side to side. And I came again, the
thick cum falling into my belly and running down over my
balls. And I kept it up, stroking myself, roughly pulling
my dick, enjoying the aftershocks and spasms that continue
after ejaculation.




After several long minutes, when I was finally able to look
back at Andrea, she was gently stroking her rigid nipples,
eyes closed, smiling peacefully, trying to catch her breath,
too. Her entire body was flushed and there was just a hint
of perspiration mingled with pussy juice all over her breasts,
belly and pubes. She opened her eyes half way and smiled
at me.




"Was it good for you, too, " she teased in a sexy
whisper?


"Yeah, " I grinned, "not the worst time
I ever had in my life."


I was sweating like a guy who just got a reprieve and escaped
the chair. As my breathing slowly returned to normal, I
knew I had to gamble with her.




"Look, Andrea, " I said softly, "I can't
take this. I've got to make love to you."


Andrea barely shook her head no.




"I can't do it. I can't fuck men."


"Why not?"


My question was sincere.




She answered just as sincerely, "for the same reason
you can't."


"But that's not fair, " I protested, "men
don't turn me on."


Andrea smiled sweetly.




"I rest my case."


I knew she meant it. Any fantasies I might have harboured
about being such a great lover that I could fuck a lesbian
back to the straight life quickly evaporated. I rubbed
and squeezed my faltering prick, helping it come down slowly
and glanced back at Andrea. I watched her fingers move in
slow, sensuous circles around her erect nipples, my hopes
of sucking those beauties fading like my cock.




"You're right, " I finally nodded, "I'm
sorry, that was unfair of me."


Andrea shrugged and smiled, almost sadly, I thought. Then,
regaining her usual cheerfulness, lifted her eyes and
swept them over my naked body.




"No control, huh, big boy, " she joked, "you
really let things get, as they say, out of hand. Look at the
mess you made."


"Mess?
What mess, " I countered, rubbing my globs of cum
into my body?




"I don't see any mess."


Andrea laughed and eased out of the chair. Her panties were
still pulled to one side of her cunt, but she made no attempt
to cover it. She moved over to me and took my arm, pulling
me up.




"C'mon, sport, let's hose you off."


"Oh, please, no, " I groaned, resisting her
gentle tugs on my arm.


"I can't move. I'm stuck. Cum does that,
you know."


"No, I don't know."


I opened one eye and gave her my best sceptical look.




"Well you can stew in your own juices if you want, I'm
going to take a shower."


I opened my other eye.




"Is that an invitation?"


"You want it engraved on your forehead?"


Then, glancing down at my shrivelled dick, added, "obviously
it's too late to engrave it on your foreskin."


I persuaded my limp body to rise and swung my legs off the
bed. Andrea was still holding my arm and I made no move to
pull it away, enjoying what little contact she allowed.
From my sitting position, I let my eyes slowly wander up
her body and just shook my head, sighing loudly.




"Oh, come on, " Andrea chided, "I'm
sure this wasn't the first time a lady asked you to take
matters into your own hands."


"No, " I confessed, "but when I did, I
knew things were just beginning, not coming to screeching
halt like this."


Andrea thought about it for a second and shook her head,
understanding.




"Okay, " she nodded, "tell you what.
You want to take off the rest of my clothes?"


"Coals to Newcastle, " I intoned.


"Take it or leave it."


"I'll take it."


"Somehow I figured that."


I got off the bed and, turning her slightly, got down on my
knees and looped my thumbs in the waistband of her panties
and began to pull them off.




"Crumbs, " I mumbled, sliding her sopping
panties down her sheer nylons.


"Be happy for small favours, " Andrea casually
reminded me.


She stepped out of her panties and planted her feet on either
side of me.




Leaning in toward her, my face just inches away from her
beautiful, juice drenched pussy, I reached for the small
wire closure of her garter and slowly unfastened it, closing
my eyes so I could inhale the sweet, musky, heady fragrance
of her flared cunt. With the first garter clasp undone,
I slid my hand between her warm thighs to reach the back garter.
Andrea stiffened. I stopped. And looked up at her.




"Did I hurt you, " I asked softly?


Andrea shook her head curtly.




"No."


In that moment, I instantly realised that her shtick wasn't
an act. She genuinely abhorred the sexual touch of a man.
I withdrew my hand and stood up, moving around to her back
to unhook her garter belt.




"I think we can get this off all in one piece, "
I said cheerfully, trying to regain our earlier mood.


I peeled the garter belt off and pulled it down with her stockings
still attached. I helped her step out of her stockings and
she smiled at me. She knew I understood. And I knew she knew
I knew. We showered together, but it was infinitely more
hygienic than erotic. Andrea soaped my entire body with
a washcloth, not her hand and when she sudsed my cock and
balls and I started to grow an uncontrollable boner, she
slapped my cock playfully and told me to cut it out. Oh, Christ,
would that I could. She allowed me to wash her back, with
a washcloth, of course, but not her breasts and certainly
not her pussy.




When we finished, I padded back to the bedroom while Andrea
lingered in the bathroom, doing whatever women do in bathrooms
so long. I was almost finished dressing when she finally
came back and paused in the door for a moment, watching me.




"Where are you going, " she asked softly?


I turned to Andrea's voice, about to answer when, as
she did so often to me, nearly took my breath away. She was
radiant; a vision; an absolute goddamned goddess. Her
hair was piled high on her head and her freshly scrubbed
face glowed angelically. She was wearing a tantalising
black lace nightie that hugged every curve and nuance of
her body denied me.




"Jesus Christ, " I muttered, wanting to cry
out of frustration, "how can you keep doing this to
me?"


Andrea swallowed.




"Do what, " she asked innocently?


"I just want to know why you're getting dressed.
Aren't you going to stay?"


"Andrea, Andrea, " I repeated softly, shaking
my head, "I can't. Uh-uh, no way. It would not
be humanly possible for me to get into bed with you and keep
my hands to myself, much less my dick which has a mind of it's
own."


Andrea lowered her eyes for several moments and then silently
looked up at me. Her beautiful eyes were clouded and a small
tear ran down her cheek. She took a deep breath and let it
out slowly.




"Mick, " she finally whispered, a subtle,
ironic smile forming on her lips, "I'm sorry.
I can't apologise for who or what I am, but I am sorry.
I know this is going to sound crazy but, you're the best
friend I've ever had in my whole, miserable life. And
I love you, I really do."


I let my jacket slide out of my hand and I moved across the
room to her. Hesitating, just a heartbeat, I put my arms
around her and pulled her close to me, hugging her tightly.




"Listen, babe, " I whispered in her ear, "you
want to hear crazy? I love you, too. I don't think I've
loved anyone as much as I do you."


"Stay tonight. Please, tell me you'll stay tonight."
I did.


We slept curled up all night on fresh smooth silk sheets
with her warm, lush, black laced body spooned into mine.
I never laid a finger on her. And it wasn't easy. In the
morning we showered and dressed and went to work like Mr.
and Mrs. America.




The weeks that followed were sheer hell. We still lunched
together everyday and occasionally had dinner. And the
fun was always there. Always. And I was absolutely obsessed
with Andrea, thinking about her every waking moment. But
I went on a fucking binge, nailing anything and everything
that had a warm cunt and a willing disposition. I even fucked
a fifty-five year old grandmother who lived in my building.
And she wasn't half bad.




I went to a therapist. She told me that I was obsessed with
Andrea because I couldn't have her and was punishing
myself for some deep feelings of guilt I harboured since
childhood. She recommended I begin intensive psychotherapy
and suggested sex therapy would be a good idea as well. I
ended up fucking my therapist right there in her office.
She was, as Andrea noted, a screamer and scratcher.




Andrea and I laughed about it as I sat on her bed and she tended
to the fingernail wounds the therapist inflicted on my
back. We shared our stories of misery; Andrea confessing
that she was having casual sex with a few ladies, but it wasn't
doing much for her. She went back to painting at night. And
her work reflected her mood. Dark, brooding colours and
angular strokes where once there was softness and light.
In truth, though, the work was some of her best.




It was that night that Andrea proposed an idea that she felt
might work for both of us. She suggested a third party. I
didn't immediately warm to that idea; it meant that
my chances of making love to her, not a surrogate, were really
out of the question. But Andrea turned on the sell. She knew,
intimately, several beautiful women who were bisexual.
If she could convince them to join us, then I would really
be making love to her through them.




"And you don't think you would be remotely jealous
watching me fuck their brains out, " I questioned?


"How could I possibly be jealous knowing how satisfied
you'd be, " she answered logically.


"What do you say, huh, you want to try it?"


I looked at her and grinned.




"Okay, but who gets her first? I hate sloppy seconds."























Two nights later, Andrea introduced me to Ginny. She was,
as Andrea described, absolutely ravishing. We had a long,
casual, stressless dinner and really hit it off. Through
the dimsum and the egg drop soup and entree, I enjoyed catching
Andrea's eye. She would lift an eyebrow, questioningly,
nodding her head oh so subtly to Ginny. I nodded. She'll
do.




But things didn't quite work out as I had fantasised.
Ginny much preferred Andrea to me. Opening our second bottle
of Champagne, we all retired to Andrea's bedroom,
Ginny and Andrea holding each other's hand, me following
behind with the bottle and glasses like an annoyed waiter.




Out of nothing more than Christian charity, I'm sure,
they allowed me to watch them make love. Ginny, naked, laid
on top, while Andrea, wearing her customary delicate lace
garter belt and ultrasheer stockings, had her legs wrapped
around Ginny's legs and her arms wrapped around the
redhead's back. And they kissed. Deeply. Tenderly.
Passionately. Breast to beautiful breast, belly to belly,
pussy to pussy, they made love slowly and exquisitely,
unhurried by their rising passions, unmindful of my presence.
Like a graceful cobra, Ginny's body undulated against
Andrea's as they kissed, her rigid red nipples flicking
across Andrea's, her thick, flaming red pubic carpet
grinding in slow, deliberate circles against Andrea's
downy pubes, her long, slender legs rubbing sensuously
against Andrea's silky smooth stockings.




Watching them melt together as one body, listening to their
soft, sexy moans and urgent whimpers, inhaling the erotic
aroma of their mingling juices, I suddenly realised just
how presumptuous and incredibly egocentric I was even
suggesting to Andrea that she may be jealous watching me
make love to another woman. Because the opposite was certainly
true. It was I who was jealous, I who was envious. And I who
was going to do something about it.




Determined to be more participant than observer, I quickly
drained another glass of Champagne and got undressed.
By now, Ginny had slid down Andrea's body and was feasting
on her full tits, kissing and nibbling, licking and sucking
one of Andrea's deliciously sensitive nipples while
her fingers squeezed and taunted the other one. Although
I was not half as aroused as I thought I would be watching
these two incredibly beautiful women pleasuring each
other, I wasn't exactly turned off, either.




Pumping a little more life into the old pecker, I slid into
bed next to them and let my free hand wander over Ginny's
ripe, hairy ass. Enviously, I watched as Ginny relentlessly
squeezed Andrea's porcelain white boob and slowly
drew her fleshy rigid nipple deep into her mouth. There
was no doubt Ginny knew what she was doing. Andrea closed
her eyes and groaned, lifting her hand to lovingly stroke
Ginny's thick red hair.




"Oh, yes, " Andrea moaned, drawing in a deep
breath and letting it shudder out, "yes, oh, yes,
suck them, baby, suck my nipples."


Encouraged, Ginny groaned in response, gathered Andrea's
tit in both her hands, squeezed her warm, milky globe upwards
and sunk her teeth into Andrea's throbbing nipple.
Andrea screamed hoarsely, grabbing a handful of Ginny's
hair and pushing her face down on her tit.




"Oh, shit, yes, " Andrea gasped, "yes,
baby, bite them, bite my nipples, yes, do it."


If I wasn't completely turned on before, I was now.
My cock sprang to attention and screamed at me to get busy.
Eagerly, I slid my hand down Ginny's firm, perspiring
ass and my fingers invaded her hairy, creamy slit. But although
Ginny made no effort to pull away, she didn't exactly
respond with abandon to my intrusive fingers sloshing
around in her snatch. She was lost in Andrea and I knew it.




With Andrea's hands guiding her head, Ginny switched
tits and attacked Andrea's other nipple. That's
when I noticed a small trickle of blood snaking around Andrea's
swollen areola and run down the slope of her tit. Alarmed,
I quickly glanced up at Andrea's face and was instantly
mesmerised by her joyful expression; her eyes were closed
and her beautiful, sensual lips fluctuated between a half
smile and a half grimace as Ginny helped her cross the blurred
border between pain and pleasure.




And then Ginny moved down to eat her pussy.




It was, I admit now, one of the most beautiful sights I had
ever witnessed. Andrea raised her knees, freely offering
to Ginny's mouth the source of her femininity. Ginny
accepted, resting her head between Andrea's soft,
raised thighs and began slowly, gently, tenderly kissing
the moist, aromatic folds of Andrea's flared labia.
Biting her lip, Andrea moaned softly, letting her breath
out in a long, staccato sigh. She closed her eyes and lowered
her hands to Ginny's head, burying her long fingers
in Ginny's thick, flaming red hair to better guide
her lover's tongue through the dark, mysterious valley
of her passions.




My cock grew as hard as pig iron as I watched Ginny's
glistening red lips and the tip of her firm, pink tongue
slide in slow, hypnotic circles around Andrea's receptive
cunt. I watched the subtle movements of Andrea's hips,
rising and falling rhythmically against Ginny's
hungry mouth. And I was, I suddenly realised, incredibly
happy. I moved up the bed, closer to Andrea's ecstatic,
angelic face and gently stroked her long blonde hair. Her
eyes were still closed as she concentrated on the exquisite
sensations rising in concentric waves from between her
legs. Her lips were dry; she licked them. Her breath was
choppy; she tried to catch it. And her nipples, her long,
thick, rock-hard crimson nipples pulsated visibly on
her flushed, perspiring breasts, pulsating in perfect
symphony to her exhilarating, accelerating heartbeat.




Lovingly, I stroked Andrea's hair again and she barely
turned to me. Her eyes fluttered half open and she momentarily
smiled at me. Then, drawing a long, laboured breath, she
turned away and again surrendered herself, completely,
to the mounting insistence of Ginny's penetrating
tongue.




"How does it feel, Andy? Tell me how it feels, "
I whispered.


Andrea groaned loudly, trying to respond, but couldn't
catch her breath long enough to speak. When she finally
found the strength and breath, she half turned her head
back to me.




"Oh, God, " she gasped, licking her lips, "oh
God, Mick, oh, it...it's incredible..."


"Yes, yes, my beautiful baby, " I encouraged,
"she's so beautiful and she's fucking you,
Andy, fucking you with her sweet, gorgeous tongue."


"Oh, God, oh, oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, precious, "
Andrea whimpered the words as her head began thrashing
from side to side on the soft, silk pillow.


And then Ginny picked up the chant. As her lips and tongue
moved in ever quickening circles around Andrea's
unbearably excited pussy, Ginny groaned loudly, gutturally,
animalistically and plunged her stiffened tongue deep,
deep into Andrea's honey- dipped tunnel, swirling
it madly around Andrea's steamy, slippery, exquisitely
tight cavern, greedily lapping the sweet, fragrant juices
freely flowing from the soft tissues buried within her.




Andrea screamed. Her thighs snapped shut on Ginny's
head. Her hips rose from the bed and she pushed her pussy
up tighter against Ginny's mouth as if that movement
would propel the other woman's rigid tongue deeper
into her. Andrea's hands, which had been guiding Ginny's
head, now went their separate ways; one to her nipples,
which she squeezed and pulled mercilessly, the other to
her cunt. Her fingertips sought and found her neglected,
excruciatingly sensitive clit and began flicking it.




Watching them, entwined, moving sensually as one, listening
to their primal, urgent lust sounds, smelling the overpowering
aroma generated by the incredible sexual intensity these
two beautiful women conjured in each other's secretions
was overwhelming me. My swollen balls ached and my stiff
cock danced and throbbed uncontrollably as if frantically
trying to draw my attention to it. How desperately I wanted
my flesh to join theirs, how deeply I resented being excluded
from their passions, yet, confusing as it was, my gratification
seemed somehow inexorably bound to Andrea's as she
lingered precariously on the precipice of ultimate pleasure.




My decision was made. Uncomfortable as I was, I moved down
the bed and, kneeling next to Andrea's gyrating hips,
grabbed her thighs and gently pried them away from Ginny's
head. Through her taut black stockings, I could feel the
tension in Andrea's smooth muscles, I could feel the
heat rising from her body and, vicariously as it was, I could
participate in Andrea's orgiastic joy as Ginny's
talented mouth sought to administer her coup de grace.




Released from the suffocating constraints of Andrea's
thighs, Ginny raised her head momentarily to recover her
breath and stamina. Her entire face glistened with Andrea's
juices and for a split second, when her eyes met mine, I read
in them an understanding and a mutual appreciation of our
distinct roles in this tableau.




But even this instant of neglect was too much for Andrea.




"No, no, oh God, don't stop, don't stop, "
she whimpered loudly like a child deprived of her favourite
toy.


"Fuck me, oh, please, fuck me."


And as I regripped Andrea's thighs, prying them further
apart, Ginny once again lowered her lips to Andrea's.
She removed Andrea's fingers from her inflamed clitoris
and replaced them with her own, gently folding back the
delicate layer of tissue still covering its base and exposing
the entire length of her glistening, deep pink erection.
Andrea's hand immediately retreated to her unattended
breast and squeezed both of her tits together, frantically
milking them upwards toward her throbbing nipples.




Ginny wasted no time picking up where she had stopped. Separating
Andrea's engorged lips with her fingertips, she drew
the tip of her stiffened tongue slowly up the entire length
of Andrea's cleft and flicked the tip of her clit with
it. Once, twice, three times.




Again, Andrea screamed. Biting her dry, parched lower
lip, she valiantly tried to stifle it. What she couldn't
stifle were the uncontrollably violent shuddering movements
of her hips as the thousands of overwhelmed nerve fibres
centred in her clitoris suddenly electrified her entire
body. She tried to pull away; I held her thighs firmly. But
despite my grip, her hips continued gyrating wildly, yet,
remarkably, Ginny's tongue stayed right with her.
-2X-2 Groaning deeply, Ginny continued flicking Andrea's
clit with her tongue while her free hand quickly moved between
her own legs, through her thick, rich tangle of bright burnt
orange pubic hair and she began stroking herself in concert
to Andrea's movements.




Instinctively, Ginny knew, as only another woman could
know, the precise plateau of Andrea's ecstatic tension
and what was needed to nudge her lover over the indefinable,
elastic, synaptic line separating her exquisite, gut
wrenching torment from mind reeling bliss. And armed with
her infallible, practised instinct, Ginny's frenzied
tongue retreated from Andrea's clit to be instantly
replaced by her soft, honey coated mouth. Her flushed cheeks
hollowed and she slowly drew Andrea's pulsating erection
between her lips and lovingly sucked it into her mouth.
As she did, Andrea's entire body jerked spasmodically.
She groaned hoarsely and gutturally as she fought for breath
and fought to hang on to the last vestige of nerve torturing
excitement before surrendering to the inevitable ecstatic
maelstrom awaiting her final consent.




But consent was no longer hers to grant. It was Ginny's
and Ginny was extracting it. Her lips still held Andrea's
clit captive and I could see her delicate facial muscles
twitch excitedly as she vibrated the tip of tongue over
Andrea's inflamed penile button.




An instant later, Andrea came.




Her first orgasm was capitulation, a groaning, sighing,
whimpering acknowledgement that she could no longer hold
back the intensely electrifying sensations radiating
from deep within her womb. Her second orgasm was thunderous.
Crying out, fighting consciousness itself, her eyes rolled
back and her spine stiffened, arching and rising from the
bed as every muscle in her body went rigid, suspended in
time, as wave after ecstatic shock wave surged through
her nerves and coursed through her veins. Her body shook
and trembled, urging every minute trace of pleasure from
her limbs.




"Oh, God, oh, God, no, no, no, oh God, " Andrea
gasped over and over like an hypnotic mantra, a chant that
only encouraged Ginny to inflict still more, heightened
pleasures.


Literally panting, Ginny quickly lifted her sopping face
from between Andrea's thighs, withdrew her drenched
hand from between her legs and painted Andrea's gaping,
sensitive labia with own juices. Again Andrea's entire
body shuddered and Ginny smiled.




"Now my beautiful lover, " Ginny gasped, "now,
baby, now I'm really going to make you cum."


"Yes, yes, lovely, yes..."


I knew what was coming. Quickly repositioning myself,
I reached under Andrea's suspended body and gripped
her tight buttocks, separating her cheeks as I lifted her
higher off the bed. Ginny cast a quick, appreciative look
to me and, turning all of her attention back to Andrea, positioned
her shiny middle finger against Andrea's tiny pink
sphincter. Teasingly, she painted it with her own sweet
lubricants and then, without the slightest hesitation,
eased her perfectly manicured fingertip into Andrea's
willing asshole.




Whimpering uncontrollably, Andrea squeezed her eyes
shut and lost every trace of breath in her lungs as Ginny
slowly, excruciatingly slowly, eased her long, tapered
finger into her tight rear canal. I watched, breathlessly,
fascinated, as she just as slowly withdrew the one finger
and reinserted two. The two then became three, mercilessly
stretching Andrea's tiny hole as her fingers bored
deeper and deeper into her while her thumb barely flicked
Andrea's elongated, pulsing clitoris.




"Oh, God..."


Andrea screamed, "Fuck me...FUCK ME!"


I don't know how she did it, but Andrea suddenly shot
upright, her hands lashed out, grabbing Ginny's hair
and viciously pulled Ginny's head down to her pussy.
With three fingers plunging in and out of her ass and her
thumb burrowing into her tunnel, Ginny went wild, licking,
lapping, sucking, eating Andrea's cunt with complete
animal abandon.




Still clinging to Ginny's long hair, Andrea fell back
on the bed, screaming, crying, whimpering, thrashing
around with equal abandon until, a moment later, her body
stiffened again, wracked by one tremendous orgasm after
another.




When the last spasm finally subsided, her body went limp
and tears flooded her eyes. They ran in graceful rivulets
down her cheeks and I felt like crying with her. I gently
lowered her buttocks back down on the bed and Ginny gently
withdrew her face and fingers from her lover and looked
up at her. Smiling. Tears of empathetic joy filling her
eyes, too.




Andrea tugged gently on Ginny's hair, urging her forward
and Ginny eagerly complied. Still kneeling between Andrea's
thighs, she inched forward and laid down on top of her. Belly
to belly, breast to breast, Andrea wrapped her long legs
around Ginny's and her arms encircled the other woman's
sweat soaked back. Then, between their equally laboured
breaths, their lips slowly merged, their tongues sought
one another's and they kissed lovingly.




I, quite literally, was odd man out. I probably should have
beaten a hasty, polite retreat at that point, but fool that
I was, I instead moved back up the bed and watched Andrea
tenderly lick her fragrant juices from Ginny's face.
As I watched them, slowly stroking my panicked prick, Andrea
spotted me out of the corner of her eye and, easing her lips
away from Ginny's, turned her head toward me. She slid
her hand from Ginny's back, groped for my hand and,
finding it, she squeezed it hard.




"Hi, " she whispered, barely audibly, and
smiled so fucking delightfully at me.


"Hi, yourself, " I smiled back, "was
it good for you, too?"


Still breathing hard, Andrea laughed her cute, tinkling
laugh and Ginny turned to me, too, resting her cheek on Andrea's
and shared our joke.




"So glad you could join us, Mick, " Ginny teased.


She glanced down at my stiff friend in my hand and I knew she
wanted to laugh at my condition.




"Oh, " she chided playfully, "and look
at your poor little cock. All dressed up and no place to go."


"Fuck you, " I laughed back, only half joking,
but the words were barely out of my mouth as Ginny reached
out and drew her fingernails over my swollen, incredibly
sensitive glans.


I nearly jumped out of my skin.




"Ooooo, sensitive little bugger, isn't it, "
Ginny continued teasing.


"Watch what you're calling 'little', "
I shot back, "we're talking ten inches of dangling
death here."


"In your dreams, sailor."


Still stroking Ginny's long, lush hair, Andrea laughed.




"Will you two cut it out."


Ginny smiled again and, raising herself up slightly from
Andrea's equally sweat soaked body, reached for my
knob again. I jerked away, grabbing her wrist just inches
from my dick.




"Oh, come on, " she chided, "I just want
to apologise to the little man."


"You bitch, " I grinned, finally releasing
her wrist and edging back toward her waiting fingers.


"Don't you just wish you had one as nice?"


Ginny's fingers slowly encircled my cock, but her
face and eyes went back to Andrea.




"Only to fuck this beautiful creature, " she
whispered to Andrea and kissed her gently on her closed
mouth.


"Well in that case, you can always use mine, "
I volunteered, "I don't mind, really. It's
the least I can do."


Andrea smiled broadly beneath Ginny's lips.




"Don't start, Mick."


-2z-2 "So who's starting, " I replied
innocently.


"My life's motto has always been, why let a good
hard-on go to waste?"


Andrea looked at me with that now familiar glint in her eye.
She squeezed my hand and then suddenly withdrew hers, placing
it on the soft underside of Ginny's pendulous breast.




"Yeah, " she agreed softly, "why let
a perfectly good hard-on go to waste?"


Andrea's hand moved to the top of Ginny's breast
and the tip of her forefinger casually outlined the redhead's
puffy areola. In response, Ginny squeezed my cock harder.
It felt great. She closed her eyes and smiled, concentrating
on the feeling of Andrea's light touch traipsing around
her nipple.




"Yeah, " she finally breathed, "that's
what I always say, too."


Shifting slightly, Andrea lowered her hand to her own breast
and pushing it up, touched her still rigid nipple to Ginny's,
drawing it around her areola in slow, tender circles as
she had done with her finger. Andrea continued to entrance
the other woman's nipple with her own and Ginny began
to stroke my angry monster with some sincerity. Drawing
a breath, she half opened one eye and looked at me.




"I have two tits, you know, " she grinned, closing
her eye again.


"You have enough for four, " I reminded her.


Grinning, Ginny roughly tweaked my cock and I yelped despite
myself.




Reluctantly, I withdrew my exasperated pole from her hand
and eased myself up. Gently grabbing Ginny's shoulders,
I lifted her from Andrea's body and, even more gently,
rolled her on her back between us. Her long, thick red hair
and large hoop earrings framed her face perfectly on the
pillow and, although I never thought her quite as beautiful
as Andrea, Ginny was certainly a striking woman with a full,
incredibly sexy figure.




For the first time in what must have been hours, Andrea was
now able to shift her body and flex her long, stocking clad
legs. I could tell by the way she moved that her muscles were
stiff and sore and I made a mental note to offer her, later,
what I was sure would be a strictly therapeutic massage.
But at this moment, the only therapeutic massage I was interested
in was the one Ginny could give my swollen tube still dancing
between my legs.




Flat on her back between Andrea and me, Ginny pulled us in
and we both made love to her. We kissed her, alternately
and simultaneously, sharing her soft, full lips and warm
sweet tongue. Our tongues mingled with Ginny's and,
occasionally, with each others. To my surprise and encouragement,
Andrea didn't seem to mind. There was hope yet, I thought.




Propelled by Ginny's subtle movements, our hands
each found one of her delightfully freckled breasts, Andrea
the right, me the left, and we squeezed and kneaded her warm,
resilient flesh in unison. Ginny's nipples, although
not half as long nor quite as thick as Andrea's, seemed
to constrict upwards and darken in colour as they responded
to our fingers.




Andrea and I quickly learned that Ginny made the most delightful
love sounds when she was on the receiving end of sexual excitement.
The degree of pleasure she was feeling was instantly echoed
by a sexy "hmmmmming" sound she produced deep
in her throat.


The pitch, depth and length of her "hmmmmmm"
indicated the exact intensity of her arousal.


Later, we would learn, her "hmmmms" would become
"ahhhhhs" and her "ahhhhhs" would
become "ohhhhhs" as she crossed each threshold
of ever mounting joy.


I left Ginny's lips to Andrea and moved down to kiss
and suck her sensitive tit. Her hand moved with me, gently
guiding my head, then continuing down her smooth, firm
body, ultimately disappearing between her parted legs.
Squeezing her very generous tit between both my hands,
I trailed the tip of my tongue around her deep pink areola,
circling in closer to her nipple and finally sucking it
in firmly between my lips.




Ginny liked it. She groaned, "hmmmmm, " deeply
into Andrea's mouth, urging both of us on.


The feeling of Ginny's responsive, slightly salty
nipple in my mouth was wonderful. Listening to her "hmmmmms"
of pleasure, my fingers continued to knead and squeeze
her soft, damp tit in subtle upward milking motions as I
swirled my tongue around her rigid bud, sucking and licking
it slowly, unhurriedly, deriving as much pleasure from
it as I hoped I imparted.


A few moments later, Andrea's face joined mine at Ginny's
breast and she smiled at me. I released my lip lock on Ginny's
nipple and, still milking her tit, offered her white-tipped
nipple to Andrea's waiting lips. Then, like two high
school sweethearts sharing our first single soda straw,
we alternated sucking on Ginny's turgid nipple, switching
breasts after a few minutes and sucking on the other.




"Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, " Ginny groaned.


Her hand, still busy between her legs, began to pick up pace
while her other hand gently urged Andrea's head to
move down her body.




But this time I was not about to be denied. As I continued
roughly fondling Ginny's tits, I stretched out lengthwise
on the bed and pressed by body against her side. The feel
of her soft, warm, moist skin against my dick was immediately
gratifying, but I wasn't going to settle for a little
frottage, I wanted in. Some place. Any place. Desperately.
Andrea took hold of Ginny's hand and gently lifted
it away from her pussy, replacing it with her own long fingers
and stroked Ginny's slit with the same practised mastubatory
rhythms.




"Hmmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmm, " Ginny
groaned, the sound high pitched and staccato as Andrea's
fingers moved deftly in and out of her delicate folds.


Then, looking at me and smiling, Andrea lifted Ginny's
drenched hand to her mouth and seductively licked her fingers
clean of every thick morsel of Ginny's heady honey.




"You bitch, " I moaned, jealously watching
Andrea's tongue corkscrew around Ginny's glistening
fingers.


Andrea smiled. When she was through vacuuming Ginny's
hand, she placed the hand firmly on her own breast and Ginny's
fingers immediately sought her nipple. And then something
remarkable happened. As if clearly reading my mind and
gauging my desires, Andrea withdrew her sopping fingers
from Ginny's snatch and, reaching across her, brushed
the delicious juices over my lips.




That was all the invitation I needed. Rising up, I quickly
grabbed Ginny's hips, pulling her away from Andrea.




"I'm going to fuck you, bitch, " I grunted
to Ginny, "I'm going to fuck you till you scream
for mercy."


And far more roughly than I intended, I turned Ginny over
and yanked her hips up into a kneeling position, securing
her firm, rounded ass in front of me. I slid my hand down Ginny's
smooth ass to her drenched, steaming, hair- matted pussy
and squeezed her lips. Obligingly, Ginny parted her thighs
for me as she repositioned herself, arching her back like
a sensuous supple cat as she lowered her face to the silk
pillow.




Out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed Andrea's approving
smile as she slid slightly away from Ginny, relinquishing
the redhead entirely to me for my own selfish gratification.
And, believe me, I wasted no time seeking the gratification
long denied me. Quickly, I moved up behind Ginny, guiding
my throbbing steel shaft down the crack of her firm ass to
her eager, waiting cunt.




But Ginny was even more impatient than I was. Her hand shot
up from between her legs, grabbing my cock, pulling it,
guiding it into the hot, wet, swollen folds of her excited
cunt.




"Come on, you cock-sucker, " she hissed between
tense, short breaths, "fuck me, fuck me!"


She positioned my throbbing cock-head against her waiting
hole and, grabbing her hips, I plunged my raging prick into
her in one, swift, violent thrust of my hips.




Ginny screamed, then gasped, as I pulled out and thrust
again. Deeper. Harder. Again I pulled out. Again Ginny
gasped. And again I plunged my pig-iron cock into her, my
stomach smashing against her ass with each thrust. I released
her hips and bent down over her, grabbing handfuls of her
balloon like tits. I squeezed and kneaded her soft, firm
fleshy mounds as I continued fucking her from behind with
all the strength and stamina I could muster. As Ginny groaned
deeper and louder with each thrust of my mindless cock,
I glanced up at Andrea. She was at the edge of the bed, legs
spread, furiously masturbating. I was sweating like a
stuck pig, barely able to catch my breath, but the sight
of Andrea's fingers dancing over her clit made me smile.
Through half shut eyes, Andrea smiled back. I flicked my
head toward her and, as always, she immediately understood.
In unison, as I pulled Ginny's body up by her tits and
repositioned her, Andrea, on her back, slid under her.
Still holding Ginny's tits, I slowly lowered her engorged,
flaming nipple into Andrea's waiting lips and watched
as she sucked it deep into her mouth.




I could feel my balls tighten. I was going to cum. But that
was the last thing I wanted just then. I gritted my teeth,
fighting it, trying every trick I knew to stay my synapses
from their inevitable, blissful, mind-numbing explosion.
But my willpower was slipping away with each cock thrust
into Ginny's tight, grasping hole. So I pulled out.
Glistening in the lamplight, my drenched pole danced and
twitched, begging for relief.




"No, no, you cock-sucking asshole, " Ginny
moaned, trying to gulp air into her fiery lungs, "don't
stop, don't stop!"


"You want to fuck, " I gasped, "this is
how you fuck!"


And, grabbing her hips firmly, I raised myself up and pressed
the smooth, shiny, bulbous head of my extraordinarily
eager prick against the purple-pink sphincter of her tiny
asshole.




"No, not that way, " Ginny gasped, "not
my asshole, you motherfucker, not that way."


But her protest only fuelled my desire. I looped one arm
under her bent waist and held her firmly as my other hand
slowly eased my cock into her reluctant back road. Ginny
tried to squirm away, but I held her tighter, pressing my
prick-head harder against her unwilling hole. As she gasped
again, her sphincter muscles involuntarily surrendered
and I finally succeeded invading her asshole. Quarter
inch by quarter inch, I squeezed my throbbing cock deeper
into her, each quarter inch coaxing longer, louder, more
demanding groans from Ginny. Her incredibly tight asshole
gripped and squeezed my cock every inch of the way, heightening
the already indescribable sensations flooding my swirling
brain. I had to have it all. Almost unconsciously, I withdrew,
slightly, gathered my strength, then thrust into her all
the way, my heavy balls slapping against her gushing pussy.




Ginny screamed. Loudly. Her body bolted up against the
invasion of my fat prick all the way up her tiny asshole.
But I held on. She plunged down again into Andrea, wiggling
and bucking and gyrating her ass against me. And I fucked
her. Hard. My cock plunging up her ass with each violent
thrust of my hips, my balls slapping and slamming rhythmically
against her cunt.




As I furiously fucked Ginny's ass, Andrea, my sweet,
sweet Andrea, not about to let an opportunity like this
go to waste, twisted her body beneath us, sliding her beautiful
face between Ginny's thighs and began licking and
sucking the redhead's pussy. Ginny, responded immediately,
gasping and groaning, she lowered her body down to Andrea's,
her mouth seeking and finding Andrea's willing cunt.
When God created fucking, this is what he had in mind.




The smell of them enveloped me. The sound of their mutual
cunt lapping and their mingled gasps and grunts, cries
and whimpers excited me beyond any fantasy. The sight of
their perfect bodies entwined in uninhibited, lustful,
inverted lovemaking fuelled a frenzy in me I had never before
experienced. And my cock, my patient, obedient cock, grasped
and squeezed mercilessly by each screaming thrust into
Ginny's velvety tight asshole my cock came to the verge
and I knew I had to finally surrender.




Panting like an animal, fighting, fighting, my hips reared
back, I grabbed Ginny's body, plunging into her hole
with all my strength. Ginny pushed back, meeting my thrust,
challenging me. Then, slamming my eyes shut, gasping for
air, my entire body stiffened and my balls erupted, wracking
my body and brain simultaneously as I came like an explosion.
Instantaneously, my cock regrouped, convulsed, and I
shot another salvo of hot cum deep into Ginny's receptive
ass. I could feel her rectal muscles grasp me, milk me, urge
my cock to shoot again. And I did. And as I did, she did, too.




With Andrea's lips locked on her clit, Ginny suddenly
stiffened upright, holding the tension, holding it, holding
it and then, her body shaking and shuddering uncontrollably,
she came, screaming and gasping in the same breath. Andrea's
arms encircled her hips, pulling her dripping pussy back
down to her hungry mouth. But Ginny couldn't take any
more. She jerked her pussy away from Andrea and, as she did,
my cock squished out from her asshole, falling, like a wounded
soldier into Andrea's sweat- soaked hair. I left it
there, feeling the warm softness of her rich blonde hair
against my cum coated cock. If Andrea noticed, she didn't
say anything. And we all just smiled the mindless, blissful,
wordless smile of satisfied lovers.




It seemed like forever until we could all catch our breaths.
When we did, we slowly, painfully, jokingly repositioned
our spent bodies on our backs, lengthwise along the bed.
It came as no surprise to me that Ginny was in the middle,
separating me from Andrea.




Giggling, Ginny turned her head to Andrea and they kissed
lightly. Then Ginny turned her head to me and we kissed,
too. I thought I could taste Andrea's lips on Ginny,
but it was probably only my imagination. And I wondered,
lying there, I wondered when would I taste her for myself.
We snuggled closer. Andrea shifted and raised her hand
to Ginny's perspiring breast. I did the same with Ginny's
other breast. Then slowly, I moved my hand across to Andrea's.
And she didn't pull away. Maybe there was hope yet.





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