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Odd Trio
by Mickey Bee (address withheld)

***

A guy finds out his girlfriend likes women, and he 
decides to just go with it. (MFF, threesome)

***

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, and 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, and 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 realization 
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 coleslaw?"

"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 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 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.

"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 
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?"

"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, "tells 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 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 
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 
its 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 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."

**

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 garter belt and ultra sheer 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 -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..."

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 lay 
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 dickhead. 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 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 -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 
masturbatory 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 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 I would 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.

END

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