Bedtime Story for Kelly 2
	by Hans

Don't I know that I'm a lucky boy.  To have a girl like you,
with a pussy like yours, with the stories you tell.  Never
mind the image of coming all over your tits, I get a hard-on
walking down the street just thinking about your and
Gretchen's steamy antics.  I couldn't wait to get home
tonight, as usual.

But it's my turn again.  Let me tell you one from a couple
of years ago that I never confessed to.  I had two students
doing an independent study with me on the history of
same-sex marriage.  Virginia was thin and tall, with dark
hair and a long face and big, inviting lips.  Cindy was a
pretty mid-Westerner, sturdy, but with nice curves, full
breasts, moon-faced, a dusty blonde with pale blue eyes.  

You know I never fool around with my students ­ at least not
while they're my students!  But I must admit my weekly
office sessions with them gave my imagination something to
play with.  More than once after they had left I had to shut
the door, bring down the blinds, and pull my cock out for
some quick daytime relief, with visions of these two
beauties draped in various positions over me and each other.
 In one nice little scenario I dreamed up, Cindy was
reaching up on my bookshelf to get a volume up high, lifting
her very short skirt just enough to show an absence of
panties.  Virginia interrupted my startled gaze with a "she
does have a nice pussy, doesn't she," and before long we had
Cindy bent over my desk, taking turns lapping at her cunt,
after which I gave her a good fucking from behind.  That
vision certainly took some kleenex to mop up as I pumped
myself to a powerful afternoon orgasm. 

But back to the real world.  Virginia and Cindy were
graduating after the semester, and offered to take me out to
lunch at one of those grand old hotels that's not far from
campus.  Anyway, at the end of the meal, they said they had
a present for me, which they'd left up in a room that one of
their parents had been staying in for commencement.  I was
pretty  unsuspecting ­ nice cover story! -- that is, until I
saw the present:  a framed 8x11 full-length picture of the
two of them in bed together naked, arm-in-arm!  It was in
very good taste, mind you, nothing hard core, though come to
think of it there may have been just a little pink showing
through!  But however good taste it was in, it was also
clearly an invitation to something more, especially in a
cozy hotel room.  Sure enough, Virginia took the photo away,
sat me down on the club chair, and gave me a deep long kiss.
 She gave my pants a little pat.  "We're going to give you a
little show, to thank you for your attention."  Virginia
joined Cindy, already stretched out on the bed, and then
delicately kissed as they slowly worked each other out of
their clothes.

Soon their bras and panties were gone.  As Virginia hovered
on her knees over Cindy, the two caressed each other's
thighs lightly, alternately giggling and moaning.  My chair
was near the foot of the bed, so I had a perfect view.  
What a pussy Virginia had.  I understand why they call it a
box.  The best pussies are nicely squared off, especially
when you see them from behind!  A lovely mound, with a
puckered pair of pink lips jumping out of a little thatch of
brown hair, just the kind of pussy that you just know is
going to be a tight one.  Cindy's pussy was lovely too, and
soon enough they were gently opening each other's folds.  I
could see just how wet they were, glistening with sex.

Speaking of wet pussies, how is my *favorite* little snatch?
 Oh, you are enjoying my tale.  No I don't have the picture
here ­ I still have it at the office, for little
reminiscences! 

The two of them seemed to be enjoying themselves so much
that I thought for a minute that they had forgotten their
audience.  But I what a performance!  And after they had
been at each other's cunts for a while ­ fingers
disappearing! -- Cindy stopped Virginia and purred, "Just
look at that nice piece of meat on Hans."  (By now, you
won't be surprised, I had my cock out of my pants for some
necessary attention.)  Virginia readily agreed.  "Oh it is
nice," as she turned her fingers on herself.  But she wasn't
to be so easily distracted from Cindy's pussy, and she took
the brief interlude to move her tongue down between Cindy's
legs, first teasing her with little licks on her thighs,
then long lashes right on her cunt.  Cindy had her head up
on a pillow, caressing her own luscious breasts and staring
at my engorged prick while she enjoyed Virginia's loving
tongue.  What a beautiful sight.  Soon Cindy was drifting
into orgasmic bliss, punctuated with short squeals of
pleasure.

Okay, so you can't stand hearing about someone else getting
some head without getting some yourself!  Oh Kelly, I do
love your pussy.  Can I peek my tongue into your little
cunt?  How about a nibble on that taut button?  Flicking
your clit drives you crazy.  I bet even Virginia can't do it
this well.  (I don't know about Gretchen, though!)  It
tastes sooo good; it makes me sooo hard.  But that's for
later; I just can't resist drinking up your sweet, sweet
pussy.  A little tickling of your other hole, that does feel
good, doesn't it?  Oh yes, let it go now Kelly, Oh yes,
Kelly, come for me, come for me, come now, yes, yes. 

Oh, how I love licking your cunt.  But back to our story. 
You don't think that I was going to stay a bystander
forever, do you!  After Virginia made her way up to give
Cindy a face flush with pussy juice, they  motioned for me
to come over.  I snuggled up between them on the bed, my
cock bobbing into the sky in anticipation.  Their tongues
lapped at my lips, their hands gently stroked my cock. 
(Just like I am stroking it now; I know you don't mind.) 
Having two women at once is quite an experience; it is
almost like doubling the pleasure.  (When are you going to
invite Gretchen over?  I know she'd like to see me again.) 
Cindy worked her mouth way down to my cock, and Virginia
soon followed; they were just all over it with their
tongues, looking up at me and each other.  I'm frankly
amazed that I didn't just shoot my wad all over them after a
minute or two of this attention; but they were good, and
they wanted to save my big dick for what was next.

That's right, it was Virginia, with that incredibly sexy
cunt, that needed the relief.   They had it all
choreographed.  They got into a sixty nine, with Cindy on
the bottom and Virginia's tight ass wagging in the direction
of my hard-on.  I had to take a taste from behind (you know
how I like that!), and Cindy's tongue joined mine.  Kissing
one beautiful coed in another's beautiful cunt; well, you
can imagine how I was enjoying that little meal.  That's a
recipe for a no-contact cum.  But not for long. 
"Professor," cooed Cindy, "I think Virginia wants your big
cock in her little pussy now."  I wasn't going to protest. 
Cindy helped guide it in; Virginia's cunt was indeed a tight
one.  It would have been a great fuck just on its own, but
with Cindy's close attention it was the fuck of a lifetime,
for both Virginia and me.  She alternately tickled
Virginia's clit and my balls, and then she gave us a good
licking, right where penis met vagina!  (Sort of like when I
had that dildo in you while I was giving you a
tongue-lashing, except now my cock was getting it, too!)
Virginia was moaning with intense pleasure.

I soon came for what seemed like minutes, pumping my hot cum
into Virginia.  I was spent, but not so spent that I missed
the post-coital opportunity to enjoy watching my cum seep
out of Virginia's cunt onto to Cindy's waiting lips.  

Is that image enough to get you going?  Maybe you'd like to
taste a little cum tonight, too?  Oh yes Kelly, let me
straddle your face and fuck that beautiful mouth of yours. 
In and out, with that tongue of yours it feels even better
than Virginia's tight pussy!  Oh yes, oh yes, let me brush
my balls against those big tits, oh yes, keep sucking Kelly,
keep sucking.  But I want to see that cum shoot into your
mouth, oh yes, stroke it, oh I'm about to come, oh I'm
cumming, it's shooting right into your mouth, oh suck it all
out now, oh Kelly, oh Kelly.  Oh, Kelly.

Well maybe I will have to violate that rule just a little
more often, that is, if you say so.