Archive-name: 3plus/odd-pt1.txt Archive-author: Mickey Bee Archive-title: Odd Trio - 1 Part One Andrea is a world class head turner; she is a tall, slender, big-breasted dewey-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 Quasimoto'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 realization devastated me and I mourned the loss, holding out a tiny flicker of hope that I was somehow mistaken. 35 3 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, smoldering 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 3k 3 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." 3! 3 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 3W 3 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 fantasizing 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. -2-2 "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? -2D-2 "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 harbored 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 skeptical 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?" -2z-2 "You want it engraved on your forehead?" Then, glancing down at my shriveled 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 favors," 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 realized that her schtick 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 garterbelt off and pulled it down with her stockings still attached. I helped her step out of her stockings and she -20-2 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 tantalizing 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 apologize 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 -2f-2 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 harbored 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 colors 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." CONTINUED: ODD-PT2 -- Archive-name: 3plus/odd-pt2.txt Archive-author: Mickey Bee Archive-title: Odd Trio - 2 Part Two 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 fantasized. 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 garterbelt 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 realized 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 mesmerized 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 realized, 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, labored 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 favorite 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 fibers centered 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. 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, practiced 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, lovey, 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 labored 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 apologize 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." "So who's starting," I replied innocently. "My life's motto has always been, why let a good hardon 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 hardon 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 color 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 practiced mastubatory rhythms. -2f-2 "Hmmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmm," Ginny groaned, the sound high pitched and stacatto 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 cocksucker," she hissed between tense, short breaths, "fuck me, fuck me!" She positioned my throbbing cockhead 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 cocksucking 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 fueled 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 prickhead 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 fueled 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. To be continued... -- ODD TRIO by Mickey Bee Part Two 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 fantasized. 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 garterbelt 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 realized 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. -26-2 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 mesmerized 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 -2l-2 rhythmically against Ginny's hungry mouth. And I was, I suddenly realized, 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, labored 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 -2"-2 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 favorite 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 fibers centered 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, practiced 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, lovey, yes..." -2-2 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 labored 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 -2D-2 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 apologize 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 hardon 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 hardon 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 -20-2 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 color 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 practiced mastubatory rhythms. -2f-2 "Hmmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmm," Ginny groaned, the sound high pitched and stacatto 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 cocksucker," she hissed between tense, short breaths, "fuck me, fuck me!" She positioned my throbbing cockhead 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. -2-2 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 cocksucking 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 fueled 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 prickhead 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 -2R-2 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 fueled 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. -2-2 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. To be continued...