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Archive-name: 3plus/odd-pt1.txt
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Archive-author: Mickey Bee
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Archive-title: Odd Trio - 1
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Part One
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Andrea is a world class head turner; she is a tall, slender,
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big-breasted dewey-eyed blonde whose face alone could have the
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Pope mumbling to himself. She is feminine to a fault: a fact
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demonstrated daily by the way she dresses, moves, talks, even
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tosses her hair when she laughs. Andrea is the stuff of dreams.
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Particularly mine. And I was determined to have her.
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When she came to work for our small agency a year ago, every
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man and boy in the shop hit on her. Including myself. And as
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owner and C.E.O. of the thriving agency, I thought I had a pretty
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good shot of scoring. I'm young, single, reasonably attractive in
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a Woody Allen sort of way, I'm in pretty good shape, prematurely
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mature perpetually horny and very financially secure. Yet try as
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I did (and believe me, I tried) I got nowhere with Andrea. Not
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that she was cold or aloof, far from it. She was warm and
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gracious and funny and an extremely talented artist. But I just
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couldn't get anywhere with her.
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Our relationship grew slowly and wonderfully from the day I
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hired Andrea. We kept business, business, and semi-socialized
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only at an occasional lunch which, over the weeks and months that
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followed, developed into almost everyday affair. Our first few
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lunches quickly revealed that she wasn't married, never had been,
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didn't date, rarely went out at night and that she spent most of
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her off hours engaged in her "serious" painting. Naturally, I
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began to wonder what was wrong with me, not her; did I have a
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catastrophic personality flaw? Bad breath? Did I look like
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Quasimoto's kid brother? What was it? I couldn't figure it out
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and it was driving me crazy.
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And then, suddenly, it all came clear. In a moment of purely
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coincidental, unmitigated fate, I learned the answer. I was out
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one night, wining and dining an important new client at a
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fashionable, out of the way French restaurant. We were seated at
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a small table near a cafe curtained window and when I happened to
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glance out, I spotted Andrea. She was coming out of a bar, a gay
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bar, and she was arm-in-arm with a woman nearly as beautiful as
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herself. I literally spilled my soup all over myself. It had
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never, ever occurred to me that Andrea was of the Sapphic
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persuasion. That realization devastated me and I mourned the
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loss, holding out a tiny flicker of hope that I was somehow
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mistaken.
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35 3
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At lunch with Andrea the next day, I steeled myself with a
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drink (something I never do during working hours) and casually
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mentioned to Andrea that I could have sworn I saw her exact
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double come out of The Blue Flame with a beautiful woman last
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night.
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Without a moment's hesitation or showing the slightest
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embarrassment, Andrea said, "Oh, no, that was me. Why didn't you
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say 'hello' or something?"
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I quickly drained the last of my drink and stammered, "You,
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you're gay!?"
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Andrea made a face and said, "No, silly, men are gay. I'm a
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lesbian," then casually added, "are you going to eat your cole
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slaw?"
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"Why didn't you tell me," I finally blurted?
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"Why didn't you ask," she answered coolly? I can't begin to
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imagine what my face must have revealed, but whatever it was, it
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wasn't lost on Andrea. She lowered her beautiful, smoldering
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blue-grey eyes and with a mocking, dejected tone in her voice
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said, "Oh, shit. Does this mean I have to pay for my own lunch
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from now on?"
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I couldn't believe it. I stared at her, wide-eyed and open-
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mouthed and just broke up. I was laughing so hard, the entire
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restaurant turned to look at us. Embarrassed and unable to thwart
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her own laughter, Andrea got up and tried to get me to drink some
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water, dribbling it down my chin to my pants. That made her laugh
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even harder and I cracked up again. Through my choking,
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uncontrollable laughter, I finally managed to reply, "and does
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this mean I'm never going to get into your pants?" And still
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laughing like a couple of crazies, we walked arm and arm down
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Michigan Avenue back to the office.
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From that day on, our relationship changed dramatically and,
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I hasten to add, for the better. I went back to seriously
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pursuing and bedding other women (as did Andrea, I'm sure), but
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we still took our lunches together nearly every day, occasionally
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adding after work drinks to our repertoire. I was notably more
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relaxed around her, now that I stopped trying to impress and
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seduce her and our friendship deepened and blossomed. Our
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conversations became more personal and downright gossipy and I
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began to feel more like her hairdresser than her employer.
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When we occasionally went to the popular watering joints
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after work, I could literally feel the envious stares of every
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guy in the place as I escorted this breathtaking creature through
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the crowd to a quiet table in the back and hoarded her to myself
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all night. Little did they know that more often than not, we were
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discussing and evaluating the women in the bar like a couple of
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locker room buddies. Andrea would pick out a woman and say 3k 3
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something like, "I'll bet that brunette's a real scratcher and
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screamer" or "look at that chick's face, she looks like she
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hasn't cum in five years" or "check out the tits on that redhead,
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don't they look delicious." Needless to say, after a few drinks
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and night of titillating conversation like that, I'd have to
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hustle up an old, warm, willing friend for a mercy fuck on my
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way home from dropping Andrea off.
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Then one night, even that changed, too. Andrea and I were
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out for dinner and the conversation quite naturally turned to
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sex. Even though we were both lamenting how difficult it was to
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find good sex partners, the mood was light, bordering on silly
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and we were swapping funny sex stories from our past. Andrea told
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me about an older woman she had really liked and had dated for a
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while until the woman started getting weird. She would shave
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Andrea's pussy, put ribbons in her hair and dress her like a
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little girl. That was okay with Andrea once in a while, but when
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it became the staple of their sex life, Andrea bowed out. And
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then there was another woman, a young doctor, who was obsessed
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with Andrea's breasts (and who wouldn't be, I thought to myself).
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The woman used to suck her tits constantly, often falling asleep
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with Andrea's nipple in her mouth and waking up the next morning
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still sucking. The young Madam M.D. gave Andrea hormone shots and
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after weeks of constant suckling, Andrea began to lactate, much
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to the delight of this woman who would then literally milk her
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twice a day. Andrea said that she began to feel like nothing more
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than an old cow and eventually broke up with the doctor. "Not
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only that," Andrea laughed, "she cost me a fortune. My tits got
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so big, I had to keep buying bigger bras. And what am I supposed
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to do with those potato sacks now?"
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I laughed with her on the outside, but on the inside my cock
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was screaming for mercy. And I told her as much. "Okay, that's
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enough," I groaned, "if we keep talking about this stuff, I swear
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I'm going to have to go to the men's room and give the old
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professor some relief."
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Andrea grinned. "You're kidding," she teased.
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"I am not kidding," I protested, "my problem is, I don't
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think I can stand up right now." And in fact, I couldn't.
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Andrea looked at me and a sly, sexy expression crossed her
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face. She leaned into me, giggled like a little girl and
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whispered, "I want to watch you masturbate."
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I nearly choked on my coffee. When I regained my composure I
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replied, "now who's kidding?"
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"No, no, I mean it," she answered sincerely, "I've never
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seen a man do it. It'd be a trip. C'mon, don't be such a
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candyass."
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3! 3
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It wasn't the worst proposition I'd ever heard. I thought
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about it and smiled. "Okay," I nodded, "on one condition. You let
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me watch you do it."
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Andrea didn't even think about it before answering. "It's a
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deal. Get the check."
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Even though it was a short distance from the restaurant, we
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took a cab to her small but beautifully decorated apartment and
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Andrea led me to the bedroom. As I had suspected, it was a
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decidedly feminine room dominated by a big brass bed, Laura
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Ashley wallpaper and fabrics and yes, silk sheets. But then
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things got a little awkward. We couldn't agree who was to go
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first and flipping a coin seemed too cold to both of us. So we
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decided to at least undress simultaneously, one article each, and
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see what developed.
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I took off my shoes and Andrea kicked off her heels. I
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unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on the floor; Andrea pulled her
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sweater over her head and shook out her long blonde hair, but she
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was still wearing a nearly see-through silk blouse beneath her
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sweater. I stripped off my socks - two items; Andrea peeled off
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her blouse and wiggled out of her skirt. I was down to two items,
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my pants and underwear while Andrea was still ostensibly fully
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dressed. But despite my protests of "unfair", I didn't mind at
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all. She was wearing the sexiest lingerie I could have hoped for
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- or died for: a satin camisole, push-up lace bra, minuscule,
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transparently sheer white panties, a delicate matching lace
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garter belt and long nylon stockings that seemed to have been
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painted on her incredibly gorgeous legs.
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I reached for my belt and stopped, looking at her and
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smiling. "Wait a second," I protested feebly, "you're wearing
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more clothes than me."
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Andrea just shook her head and smiled back. "Too bad, sport,
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deal's a deal."
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I shrugged, unzipped my pants and stepped out of them,
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deliberately facing her. My tiny bikini underwear did little to
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conceal the hard-on of a lifetime blazing upwards between my
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legs. Andrea looked unabashedly at my barely restrained cock,
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smiled and pulled her camisole off.
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That vision will stay with me till the day I die. Her body
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was the nearest thing to perfection that I have ever witnessed. I
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literally lost my breath. "Oh my God," I heard myself groan.
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"Oh my God, nothing," Andrea chirped, "drop your drawers,
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sailor."
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I pulled my bikini off so fast, I nearly tripped. Released
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from its nylon restraint, my rigid cock jumped straight out and
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up, throbbing and bobbing up and down like a lunatic. I grabbed 3W 3
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it, just to hold it steady, and grinning like the fool that I
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was, nodded to Andrea, indicating her bra.
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Andrea shrugged and reached for the front closure of her
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bra. She unhooked it and teasingly peeled the fragile lace away
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from her tits. "I always knew you were a boob man," she chided as
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she shook the straps off her shoulders, causing her tits to sway
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gently like water balloons.
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I thought I had died and went to mammary heaven. Up close
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and personal, Andrea's tits were far larger than I had ever
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imagined, and I had done a lot of imagining about them. But as
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big as they were, they were exceedingly firm and capped on their
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upper slopes with huge, perfectly circular areolas and the
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longest, thickest, fleshiest nipples I have ever seen. And they
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weren't even erect yet! Andrea later told me that the condition
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of her nipples was a permanent result of her "milk maid" episode,
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but I'm getting ahead of myself.
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Although I could barely walk, Andrea guided me by the
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shoulders to the bed, fluffed up some pillows and told me to lie
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down and make myself comfortable. As I did, she moved a large
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armchair to the side of the bed, her breasts swaying with every
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step, and sat down, facing me. Just watching her, I automatically
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began polishing the Bishop in long, satisfying strokes, praying
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that I wouldn't pop the cork too soon. Andrea just watched me,
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more fascinated than aroused.
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Between concentrating on the task at hand, the incredible
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feeling surging through my swollen balls and my frequent glances
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at Andrea's magnificent tits, I could barely speak. When I
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finally found the breath and strength to speak, I looked at her
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and gasped, "aren't you supposed to be doing something, too?"
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Andrea smiled seductively at me and whispered, "what makes
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you think I'm not?" As she spoke, she lifted her long, stockinged
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legs over the arms of the chair and I glanced down at her pussy.
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The sheer white triangle of nylon covering her cunt was soaking
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wet. I almost lost it right there. I had to squeeze the base of
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my cock and hold it for an eternity to keep from squirting.
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Andrea noticed what I was doing and grinned. She closed her
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eyes and began massaging her tits, seductively moving her hands
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to her nipples and squeezing them awake between her fingers. As
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big as her nipples were "at rest", they grew even more prodigious
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beneath her fingers, rising like two crimson red thumbs as her
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areolas constricted into smaller circles. She momentarily lost
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her breath and, shuddering, licked her lips to moisten them.
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"Wouldn't it be funny," she gasped, smiling, "if we were both
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fantasizing about the same woman."
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I had to keep from laughing. The thought was so Andrea. I
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turned my head away, closed my eyes and went back to pumping the
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professor. -2-2
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"Tell me when you're going to cum," Andrea interrupted, "I
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want to see it."
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"Don't worry," I replied between short breaths, "you'll be
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among the first to know." I glanced back at her and watched her
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long, delicate, perfectly manicured fingers languorously move
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down her trim body to her pussy. I held my breath as she pulled
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the skimpy fabric of her panties to one side and slid her finger
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into her glistening wet slit and began masturbating very, very
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slowly. Although she was not shaved, her sparse, blonde, baby
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fine pubic hair barely concealed her puffy cunt lips. As she held
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her outer lips open with the fingers of one hand, revealing her
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engorged pink and white clit, the fingers of her other hand
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gracefully poked in and out of her deep red inner lips,
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occasionally dancing around her clit before sliding slightly up
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her tunnel.
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I watched her, excited, aroused, fascinated, pumping my
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pecker with more authority. I knew I couldn't hold out much
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longer. "Andrea," I gasped, "this is it, babe, volcano time."
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Andrea's eyes were squeezed shut. Her hips were rotating in
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the chair in perfect rhythm to her finger flicking over her clit.
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"No," she groaned, "no, wait, wait, not yet."
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I'm not a man of steel. I clenched my teeth, trying
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desperately to hold back despite the few drops of clear white cum
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forming on my piss hole. "Andrea..." I implored.
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"Wait," she whimpered. Her whimpers grew louder, tuning into
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what I can only describe as sobs. Quickly, she withdrew her
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finger from her clit, licked her fingertips and went back to work
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on her puss.
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That gesture was it for me. Groaning louder than I would
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have liked, I clamped my eyes shut, my body convulsed and
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shouting Andrea's name, I began shooting the biggest, thickest
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load of white cum I had ever shot in my life. The first spurt
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arched in the air and landed high on my chest. As the second
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spurt ejected, Andrea screamed. I looked over and saw her fingers
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buried in her cunt while her thumb frantically played with her
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clit. Her entire body heaved and jerked and her tits swayed from
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side to side. And I came again, the thick cum falling into my
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belly and running down over my balls. And I kept it up, stroking
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myself, roughly pulling my dick, enjoying the aftershocks and
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spasms that continue after ejaculation.
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After several long minutes, when I was finally able to look
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back at Andrea, she was gently stroking her rigid nipples, eyes
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closed, smiling peacefully, trying to catch her breath, too. Her
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entire body was flushed and there was just a hint of perspiration
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mingled with pussy juice all over her breasts, belly and pubes.
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She opened her eyes half way and smiled at me. "Was it good for
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you, too," she teased in a sexy whisper? -2D-2
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"Yeah," I grinned, "not the worst time I ever had in my
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life." I was sweating like a guy who just got a reprieve and
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escaped the chair. As my breathing slowly returned to normal, I
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knew I had to gamble with her. "Look, Andrea," I said softly, "I
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can't take this. I've got to make love to you."
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Andrea barely shook her head no. "I can't do it. I can't
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fuck men."
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"Why not?" My question was sincere.
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She answered just as sincerely, "for the same reason you
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can't."
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"But that's not fair," I protested, "men don't turn me on."
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Andrea smiled sweetly. "I rest my case."
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I knew she meant it. Any fantasies I might have harbored
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about being such a great lover that I could fuck a lesbian back
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to the straight life quickly evaporated. I rubbed and squeezed my
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faltering prick, helping it come down slowly and glanced back at
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Andrea. I watched her fingers move in slow, sensuous circles
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around her erect nipples, my hopes of sucking those beauties
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fading like my cock. "You're right," I finally nodded, "I'm
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sorry, that was unfair of me."
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Andrea shrugged and smiled, almost sadly, I thought. Then,
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regaining her usual cheerfulness, lifted her eyes and swept them
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over my naked body. "No control, huh, big boy," she joked, "you
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really let things get, as they say, out of hand. Look at the mess
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you made."
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"Mess? What mess," I countered, rubbing my globs of cum into
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my body? "I don't see any mess."
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Andrea laughed and eased out of the chair. Her panties were
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still pulled to one side of her cunt, but she made no attempt to
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cover it. She moved over to me and took my arm, pulling me up.
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"C'mon, sport, let's hose you off."
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"Oh, please, no," I groaned, resisting her gentle tugs on my
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arm. "I can't move. I'm stuck. Cum does that, you know."
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"No, I don't know."
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I opened one eye and gave her my best skeptical look.
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"Well you can stew in your own juices if you want, I'm going
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to take a shower."
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I opened my other eye. "Is that an invitation?"
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-2z-2
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"You want it engraved on your forehead?" Then, glancing down
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at my shriveled dick, added, "obviously it's too late to engrave
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it on your foreskin."
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I persuaded my limp body to rise and swung my legs off the
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bed. Andrea was still holding my arm and I made no move to pull
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it away, enjoying what little contact she allowed. From my
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sitting position, I let my eyes slowly wander up her body and
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just shook my head, sighing loudly.
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"Oh, come on," Andrea chided, "I'm sure this wasn't the
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first time a lady asked you to take matters into your own hands."
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"No," I confessed, "but when I did, I knew things were just
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beginning, not coming to screeching halt like this."
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Andrea thought about it for a second and shook her head,
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understanding. "Okay," she nodded, "tell you what. You want to
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take off the rest of my clothes?"
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"Coals to Newcastle," I intoned.
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"Take it or leave it."
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"I'll take it."
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"Somehow I figured that."
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I got off the bed and, turning her slightly, got down on my
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knees and looped my thumbs in the waistband of her panties and
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began to pull them off. "Crumbs," I mumbled, sliding her sopping
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panties down her sheer nylons.
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"Be happy for small favors," Andrea casually reminded me.
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She stepped out of her panties and planted her feet on either
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side of me.
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Leaning in toward her, my face just inches away from her
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beautiful, juice drenched pussy, I reached for the small wire
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closure of her garter and slowly unfastened it, closing my eyes
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so I could inhale the sweet, musky, heady fragrance of her flared
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cunt. With the first garter clasp undone, I slid my hand between
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her warm thighs to reach the back garter. Andrea stiffened. I
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stopped. And looked up at her. "Did I hurt you," I asked softly?
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Andrea shook her head curtly. "No."
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In that moment, I instantly realized that her schtick wasn't
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an act. She genuinely abhorred the sexual touch of a man. I
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withdrew my hand and stood up, moving around to her back to
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unhook her garter belt. "I think we can get this off all in one
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piece," I said cheerfully, trying to regain our earlier mood. I
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peeled the garterbelt off and pulled it down with her stockings
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still attached. I helped her step out of her stockings and she -20-2
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smiled at me. She knew I understood. And I knew she knew I knew.
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We showered together, but it was infinitely more hygienic than
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erotic. Andrea soaped my entire body with a washcloth, not her
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hand and when she sudsed my cock and balls and I started to grow
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an uncontrollable boner, she slapped my cock playfully and told
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me to cut it out. Oh, Christ, would that I could. She allowed me
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to wash her back, with a washcloth, of course, but not her
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breasts and certainly not her pussy.
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When we finished, I padded back to the bedroom while Andrea
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lingered in the bathroom, doing whatever women do in bathrooms so
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long. I was almost finished dressing when she finally came back
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and paused in the door for a moment, watching me.
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"Where are you going," she asked softly?
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I turned to Andrea's voice, about to answer when, as she did
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so often to me, nearly took my breath away. She was radiant; a
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vision; an absolute goddamned goddess. Her hair was piled high on
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her head and her freshly scrubbed face glowed angelically. She
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was wearing a tantalizing black lace nightie that hugged every
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curve and nuance of her body denied me. "Jesus Christ," I
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muttered, wanting to cry out of frustration, "how can you keep
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doing this to me?"
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Andrea swallowed. "Do what," she asked innocently? "I just
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want to know why you're getting dressed. Aren't you going to
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stay?"
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"Andrea, Andrea," I repeated softly, shaking my head, "I
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can't. Uh-uh, no way. It would not be humanly possible for me to
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get into bed with you and keep my hands to myself, much less my
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dick which has a mind of it's own."
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Andrea lowered her eyes for several moments and then
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silently looked up at me. Her beautiful eyes were clouded and a
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small tear ran down her cheek. She took a deep breath and let it
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out slowly. "Mick," she finally whispered, a subtle, ironic smile
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forming on her lips, "I'm sorry. I can't apologize for who or
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what I am, but I am sorry. I know this is going to sound crazy
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but, you're the best friend I've ever had in my whole, miserable
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life. And I love you, I really do."
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I let my jacket slide out of my hand and I moved across the
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room to her. Hesitating, just a heartbeat, I put my arms around
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her and pulled her close to me, hugging her tightly. "Listen,
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babe," I whispered in her ear, "you want to hear crazy? I love
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you, too. I don't think I've loved anyone as much as I do you."
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"Stay tonight. Please, tell me you'll stay tonight."
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I did. We slept curled up all night on fresh smooth silk
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sheets with her warm, lush, black laced body spooned into mine.
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I never laid a finger on her. And it wasn't easy. In the -2f-2
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morning we showered and dressed and went to work like Mr. and
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Mrs. America.
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The weeks that followed were sheer hell. We still lunched
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together everyday and occasionally had dinner. And the fun was
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always there. Always. And I was absolutely obsessed with Andrea,
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thinking about her every waking moment. But I went on a fucking
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binge, nailing anything and everything that had a warm cunt and a
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willing disposition. I even fucked a fifty-five year old
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grandmother who lived in my building. And she wasn't half bad.
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I went to a therapist. She told me that I was obsessed with
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Andrea because I couldn't have her and was punishing myself for
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some deep feelings of guilt I harbored since childhood. She
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recommended I begin intensive psychotherapy and suggested sex
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therapy would be a good idea as well. I ended up fucking my
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therapist right there in her office. She was, as Andrea noted, a
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screamer and scratcher.
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Andrea and I laughed about it as I sat on her bed and she
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tended to the fingernail wounds the therapist inflicted on my
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back. We shared our stories of misery; Andrea confessing that she
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was having casual sex with a few ladies, but it wasn't doing much
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for her. She went back to painting at night. And her work
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reflected her mood. Dark, brooding colors and angular strokes
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where once there was softness and light. In truth, though, the
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work was some of her best.
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It was that night that Andrea proposed an idea that she felt
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might work for both of us. She suggested a third party. I didn't
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immediately warm to that idea; it meant that my chances of making
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love to her, not a surrogate, were really out of the question.
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But Andrea turned on the sell. She knew, intimately, several
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beautiful women who were bisexual. If she could convince them to
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join us, then I would really be making love to her through them.
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"And you don't think you would be remotely jealous watching
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me fuck their brains out," I questioned?
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"How could I possibly be jealous knowing how satisfied you'd
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be," she answered logically. "What do you say, huh, you want to
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try it?"
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I looked at her and grinned. "Okay, but who gets her first?
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I hate sloppy seconds."
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CONTINUED: ODD-PT2
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Archive-name: 3plus/odd-pt2.txt
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Archive-author: Mickey Bee
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Archive-title: Odd Trio - 2
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Part Two
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Two nights later, Andrea introduced me to Ginny. She was, as
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Andrea described, absolutely ravishing. We had a long, casual,
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stressless dinner and really hit it off. Through the dimsum and
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the egg drop soup and entree, I enjoyed catching Andrea's eye.
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She would lift an eyebrow, questioningly, nodding her head oh so
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subtly to Ginny. I nodded. She'll do.
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But things didn't quite work out as I had fantasized. Ginny
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much preferred Andrea to me. Opening our second bottle of
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Champagne, we all retired to Andrea's bedroom, Ginny and Andrea
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holding each other's hand, me following behind with the bottle
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and glasses like an annoyed waiter.
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Out of nothing more than Christian charity, I'm sure, they
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allowed me to watch them make love. Ginny, naked, laid on top,
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while Andrea, wearing her customary delicate lace garterbelt and
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ultrasheer stockings, had her legs wrapped around Ginny's legs
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and her arms wrapped around the redhead's back. And they kissed.
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Deeply. Tenderly. Passionately. Breast to beautiful breast, belly
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to belly, pussy to pussy, they made love slowly and exquisitely,
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unhurried by their rising passions, unmindful of my presence.
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Like a graceful cobra, Ginny's body undulated against Andrea's as
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they kissed, her rigid red nipples flicking across Andrea's, her
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thick, flaming red pubic carpet grinding in slow, deliberate
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circles against Andrea's downy pubes, her long, slender legs
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rubbing sensuously against Andrea's silky smooth stockings.
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Watching them melt together as one body, listening to their
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soft, sexy moans and urgent whimpers, inhaling the erotic aroma
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of their mingling juices, I suddenly realized just how
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presumptuous and incredibly egocentric I was even suggesting to
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Andrea that she may be jealous watching me make love to another
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woman. Because the opposite was certainly true. It was I who was
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jealous, I who was envious. And I who was going to do something
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about it.
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Determined to be more participant than observer, I quickly
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drained another glass of Champagne and got undressed. By now,
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Ginny had slid down Andrea's body and was feasting on her full
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tits, kissing and nibbling, licking and sucking one of Andrea's
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deliciously sensitive nipples while her fingers squeezed and
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taunted the other one. Although I was not half as aroused as I
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thought I would be watching these two incredibly beautiful women
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pleasuring each other, I wasn't exactly turned off, either.
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Pumping a little more life into the old pecker, I slid into
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bed next to them and let my free hand wander over Ginny's ripe,
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hairy ass. Enviously, I watched as Ginny relentlessly squeezed
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Andrea's porcelain white boob and slowly drew her fleshy rigid
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nipple deep into her mouth. There was no doubt Ginny knew what
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she was doing. Andrea closed her eyes and groaned, lifting her
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hand to lovingly stroke Ginny's thick red hair.
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"Oh, yes," Andrea moaned, drawing in a deep breath and
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letting it shudder out, "yes, oh, yes, suck them, baby, suck my
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nipples."
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Encouraged, Ginny groaned in response, gathered Andrea's tit
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in both her hands, squeezed her warm, milky globe upwards and
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sunk her teeth into Andrea's throbbing nipple. Andrea screamed
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hoarsely, grabbing a handful of Ginny's hair and pushing her face
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down on her tit. "Oh, shit, yes," Andrea gasped, "yes, baby, bite
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them, bite my nipples, yes, do it."
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If I wasn't completely turned on before, I was now. My cock
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sprang to attention and screamed at me to get busy. Eagerly, I
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slid my hand down Ginny's firm, perspiring ass and my fingers
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invaded her hairy, creamy slit. But although Ginny made no effort
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to pull away, she didn't exactly respond with abandon to my
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intrusive fingers sloshing around in her snatch. She was lost in
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Andrea and I knew it.
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With Andrea's hands guiding her head, Ginny switched tits
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and attacked Andrea's other nipple. That's when I noticed a small
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trickle of blood snaking around Andrea's swollen areola and run
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down the slope of her tit. Alarmed, I quickly glanced up at
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Andrea's face and was instantly mesmerized by her joyful
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expression; her eyes were closed and her beautiful, sensual lips
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fluctuated between a half smile and a half grimace as Ginny
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helped her cross the blurred border between pain and pleasure.
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And then Ginny moved down to eat her pussy.
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It was, I admit now, one of the most beautiful sights I had
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ever witnessed. Andrea raised her knees, freely offering to
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Ginny's mouth the source of her femininity. Ginny accepted,
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resting her head between Andrea's soft, raised thighs and began
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slowly, gently, tenderly kissing the moist, aromatic folds of
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Andrea's flared labia. Biting her lip, Andrea moaned softly,
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letting her breath out in a long, staccato sigh. She closed her
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eyes and lowered her hands to Ginny's head, burying her long
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fingers in Ginny's thick, flaming red hair to better guide her
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lover's tongue through the dark, mysterious valley of her
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passions.
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My cock grew as hard as pig iron as I watched Ginny's
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glistening red lips and the tip of her firm, pink tongue slide in
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slow, hypnotic circles around Andrea's receptive cunt. I watched
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the subtle movements of Andrea's hips, rising and falling
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rhythmically against Ginny's hungry mouth. And I was, I suddenly
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realized, incredibly happy. I moved up the bed, closer to
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Andrea's ecstatic, angelic face and gently stroked her long
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blonde hair. Her eyes were still closed as she concentrated on
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the exquisite sensations rising in concentric waves from between
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her legs. Her lips were dry; she licked them. Her breath was
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choppy; she tried to catch it. And her nipples, her long, thick,
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rock-hard crimson nipples pulsated visibly on her flushed,
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perspiring breasts, pulsating in perfect symphony to her
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exhilarating, accelerating heartbeat.
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Lovingly, I stroked Andrea's hair again and she barely
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turned to me. Her eyes fluttered half open and she momentarily
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smiled at me. Then, drawing a long, labored breath, she turned
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away and again surrendered herself, completely, to the mounting
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insistence of Ginny's penetrating tongue.
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"How does it feel, Andy? Tell me how it feels," I whispered.
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Andrea groaned loudly, trying to respond, but couldn't catch
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her breath long enough to speak. When she finally found the
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strength and breath, she half turned her head back to me. "Oh,
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God," she gasped, licking her lips, "oh God, Mick, oh, it...it's
|
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incredible..."
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"Yes, yes, my beautiful baby," I encouraged, "she's so
|
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beautiful and she's fucking you, Andy, fucking you with her
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sweet, gorgeous tongue."
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"Oh, God, oh, oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, precious," Andrea
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whimpered the words as her head began thrashing from side to side
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on the soft, silk pillow.
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And then Ginny picked up the chant. As her lips and tongue
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moved in ever quickening circles around Andrea's unbearably
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excited pussy, Ginny groaned loudly, gutturally, animalistically
|
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and plunged her stiffened tongue deep, deep into Andrea's honey-
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dipped tunnel, swirling it madly around Andrea's steamy,
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slippery, exquisitely tight cavern, greedily lapping the sweet,
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fragrant juices freely flowing from the soft tissues buried
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within her.
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Andrea screamed. Her thighs snapped shut on Ginny's head.
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Her hips rose from the bed and she pushed her pussy up tighter
|
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against Ginny's mouth as if that movement would propel the other
|
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woman's rigid tongue deeper into her. Andrea's hands, which had
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been guiding Ginny's head, now went their separate ways; one to
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her nipples, which she squeezed and pulled mercilessly, the other
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to her cunt. Her fingertips sought and found her neglected,
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excruciatingly sensitive clit and began flicking it.
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Watching them, entwined, moving sensually as one, listening
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to their primal, urgent lust sounds, smelling the overpowering
|
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aroma generated by the incredible sexual intensity these two
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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
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theirs, how deeply I resented being excluded from their passions,
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|
yet, confusing as it was, my gratification seemed somehow
|
|
inexorably bound to Andrea's as she lingered precariously on the
|
|
precipice of ultimate pleasure.
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My decision was made. Uncomfortable as I was, I moved down
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the bed and, kneeling next to Andrea's gyrating hips, grabbed her
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thighs and gently pried them away from Ginny's head. Through her
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taut black stockings, I could feel the tension in Andrea's smooth
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muscles, I could feel the heat rising from her body and,
|
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vicariously as it was, I could participate in Andrea's orgiastic
|
|
joy as Ginny's talented mouth sought to administer her coup de
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grace.
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Released from the suffocating constraints of Andrea's
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thighs, Ginny raised her head momentarily to recover her breath
|
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and stamina. Her entire face glistened with Andrea's juices and
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for a split second, when her eyes met mine, I read in them an
|
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understanding and a mutual appreciation of our distinct roles in
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this tableau.
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But even this instant of neglect was too much for Andrea.
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"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,
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fuck me."
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And as I regripped Andrea's thighs, prying them further
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apart, Ginny once again lowered her lips to Andrea's. She removed
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Andrea's fingers from her inflamed clitoris and replaced them
|
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with her own, gently folding back the delicate layer of tissue
|
|
still covering its base and exposing the entire length of her
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glistening, deep pink erection. Andrea's hand immediately
|
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retreated to her unattended breast and squeezed both of her tits
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together, frantically milking them upwards toward her throbbing
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nipples.
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Ginny wasted no time picking up where she had stopped.
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Separating Andrea's engorged lips with her fingertips, she drew
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the tip of her stiffened tongue slowly up the entire length of
|
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Andrea's cleft and flicked the tip of her clit with it. Once,
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twice, three times.
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Again, Andrea screamed. Biting her dry, parched lower lip,
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she valiantly tried to stifle it. What she couldn't stifle were
|
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the uncontrollably violent shuddering movements of her hips as
|
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the thousands of overwhelmed nerve fibers centered in her
|
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clitoris suddenly electrified her entire body. She tried to pull
|
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away; I held her thighs firmly. But despite my grip, her hips
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continued gyrating wildly, yet, remarkably, Ginny's tongue stayed
|
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right with her.
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Groaning deeply, Ginny continued flicking Andrea's clit with
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her tongue while her free hand quickly moved between her own
|
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legs, through her thick, rich tangle of bright burnt orange pubic
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hair and she began stroking herself in concert to Andrea's
|
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movements.
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Instinctively, Ginny knew, as only another woman could know,
|
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the precise plateau of Andrea's ecstatic tension and what was
|
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needed to nudge her lover over the indefinable, elastic, synaptic
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line separating her exquisite, gut wrenching torment from mind
|
|
reeling bliss. And armed with her infallible, practiced instinct,
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Ginny's frenzied tongue retreated from Andrea's clit to be
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instantly replaced by her soft, honey coated mouth. Her flushed
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cheeks hollowed and she slowly drew Andrea's pulsating erection
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between her lips and lovingly sucked it into her mouth. As she
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did, Andrea's entire body jerked spasmodically. She groaned
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hoarsely and gutturally as she fought for breath and fought to
|
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hang on to the last vestige of nerve torturing excitement before
|
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surrendering to the inevitable ecstatic maelstrom awaiting her
|
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final consent.
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But consent was no longer hers to grant. It was Ginny's and
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Ginny was extracting it. Her lips still held Andrea's clit
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captive and I could see her delicate facial muscles twitch
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excitedly as she vibrated the tip of tongue over Andrea's
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inflamed penile button.
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An instant later, Andrea came.
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Her first orgasm was capitulation, a groaning, sighing,
|
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whimpering acknowledgement that she could no longer hold back the
|
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intensely electrifying sensations radiating from deep within her
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womb. Her second orgasm was thunderous. Crying out, fighting
|
|
consciousness itself, her eyes rolled back and her spine
|
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stiffened, arching and rising from the bed as every muscle in her
|
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body went rigid, suspended in time, as wave after ecstatic shock
|
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wave surged through her nerves and coursed through her veins. Her
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body shook and trembled, urging every minute trace of pleasure
|
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from her limbs.
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"Oh, God, oh, God, no, no, no, oh God," Andrea gasped over
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and over like an hypnotic mantra, a chant that only encouraged
|
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Ginny to inflict still more, heightened pleasures.
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Literally panting, Ginny quickly lifted her sopping face
|
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from between Andrea's thighs, withdrew her drenched hand from
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between her legs and painted Andrea's gaping, sensitive labia
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with own juices. Again Andrea's entire body shuddered and Ginny
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smiled.
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"Now my beautiful lover," Ginny gasped, "now, baby, now I'm
|
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really going to make you cum."
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"Yes, yes, lovey, yes..."
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I knew what was coming. Quickly repositioning myself, I
|
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reached under Andrea's suspended body and gripped her tight
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buttocks, separating her cheeks as I lifted her higher off the
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bed. Ginny cast a quick, appreciative look to me and, turning all
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of her attention back to Andrea, positioned her shiny middle
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finger against Andrea's tiny pink sphincter. Teasingly, she
|
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painted it with her own sweet lubricants and then, without the
|
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slightest hesitation, eased her perfectly manicured fingertip
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into Andrea's willing asshole.
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Whimpering uncontrollably, Andrea squeezed her eyes shut and
|
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lost every trace of breath in her lungs as Ginny slowly,
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excruciatingly slowly, eased her long, tapered finger into her
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tight rear canal. I watched, breathlessly, fascinated, as she
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just as slowly withdrew the one finger and reinserted two. The
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two then became three, mercilessly stretching Andrea's tiny hole
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as her fingers bored deeper and deeper into her while her
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thumb barely flicked Andrea's elongated, pulsing clitoris.
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"Oh, God..." Andrea screamed, "Fuck me...FUCK ME!!!"
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I don't know how she did it, but Andrea suddenly shot
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upright, her hands lashed out, grabbing Ginny's hair and
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viciously pulled Ginny's head down to her pussy. With three
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fingers plunging in and out of her ass and her thumb burrowing
|
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into her tunnel, Ginny went wild, licking, lapping, sucking,
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eating Andrea's cunt with complete animal abandon.
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Still clinging to Ginny's long hair, Andrea fell back on the
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bed, screaming, crying, whimpering, thrashing around with equal
|
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abandon until, a moment later, her body stiffened again, wracked
|
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by one tremendous orgasm after another.
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When the last spasm finally subsided, her body went limp and
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tears flooded her eyes. They ran in graceful rivulets down her
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cheeks and I felt like crying with her. I gently lowered her
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buttocks back down on the bed and Ginny gently withdrew her face
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and fingers from her lover and looked up at her. Smiling. Tears
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of empathetic joy filling her eyes, too.
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Andrea tugged gently on Ginny's hair, urging her forward and
|
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Ginny eagerly complied. Still kneeling between Andrea's thighs,
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she inched forward and laid down on top of her. Belly to belly,
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breast to breast, Andrea wrapped her long legs around Ginny's and
|
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her arms encircled the other woman's sweat soaked back. Then,
|
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between their equally labored breaths, their lips slowly merged,
|
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their tongues sought one another's and they kissed lovingly.
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I, quite literally, was odd man out. I probably should have
|
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beaten a hasty, polite retreat at that point, but fool that I was,
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I instead moved back up the bed and watched Andrea tenderly lick
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her fragrant juices from Ginny's face. As I watched them, slowly
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stroking my panicked prick, Andrea spotted me out of the corner
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of her eye and, easing her lips away from Ginny's, turned her
|
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head toward me. She slid her hand from Ginny's back, groped for
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my hand and, finding it, she squeezed it hard.
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"Hi," she whispered, barely audibly, and smiled so fucking
|
|
delightfully at me.
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"Hi, yourself," I smiled back, "was it good for you, too?"
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Still breathing hard, Andrea laughed her cute, tinkling
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laugh and Ginny turned to me, too, resting her cheek on Andrea's
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and shared our joke.
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"So glad you could join us, Mick," Ginny teased. She glanced
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down at my stiff friend in my hand and I knew she wanted to laugh
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at my condition. "Oh," she chided playfully, "and look at your
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poor little cock. All dressed up and no place to go."
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"Fuck you," I laughed back, only half joking, but the words
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were barely out of my mouth as Ginny reached out and drew her
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fingernails over my swollen, incredibly sensitive glans. I nearly
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jumped out of my skin.
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"Ooooo, sensitive little bugger, isn't it," Ginny continued
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teasing.
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"Watch what you're calling 'little'," I shot back, "we're
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talking ten inches of dangling death here."
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"In your dreams, sailor."
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Still stroking Ginny's long, lush hair, Andrea laughed.
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"Will you two cut it out."
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Ginny smiled again and, raising herself up slightly from
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Andrea's equally sweat soaked body, reached for my knob again. I
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jerked away, grabbing her wrist just inches from my dick. "Oh,
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come on," she chided, "I just want to apologize to the little
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man."
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"You bitch," I grinned, finally releasing her wrist and
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edging back toward her waiting fingers. "Don't you just wish you
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had one as nice?"
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Ginny's fingers slowly encircled my cock, but her face and
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eyes went back to Andrea. "Only to fuck this beautiful creature,"
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she whispered to Andrea and kissed her gently on her closed
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mouth.
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"Well in that case, you can always use mine," I volunteered,
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"I don't mind, really. It's the least I can do."
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Andrea smiled broadly beneath Ginny's lips. "Don't start,
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Mick."
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"So who's starting," I replied innocently. "My life's motto
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has always been, why let a good hardon go to waste?"
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Andrea looked at me with that now familiar glint in her eye.
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She squeezed my hand and then suddenly withdrew hers, placing it
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on the soft underside of Ginny's pendulous breast. "Yeah," she
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agreed softly, "why let a perfectly good hardon go to waste?"
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Andrea's hand moved to the top of Ginny's breast and the tip
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of her forefinger casually outlined the redhead's puffy areola.
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In response, Ginny squeezed my cock harder. It felt great. She
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closed her eyes and smiled, concentrating on the feeling of
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Andrea's light touch traipsing around her nipple. "Yeah," she
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finally breathed, "that's what I always say, too."
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Shifting slightly, Andrea lowered her hand to her own breast
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and pushing it up, touched her still rigid nipple to Ginny's,
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drawing it around her areola in slow, tender circles as she had
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done with her finger. Andrea continued to entrance the other
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woman's nipple with her own and Ginny began to stroke my angry
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monster with some sincerity. Drawing a breath, she half opened
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one eye and looked at me. "I have two tits, you know," she
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grinned, closing her eye again.
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"You have enough for four," I reminded her.
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Grinning, Ginny roughly tweaked my cock and I yelped despite
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myself.
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Reluctantly, I withdrew my exasperated pole from her hand
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and eased myself up. Gently grabbing Ginny's shoulders, I lifted
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her from Andrea's body and, even more gently, rolled her on her
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back between us. Her long, thick red hair and large hoop earrings
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framed her face perfectly on the pillow and, although I never
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thought her quite as beautiful as Andrea, Ginny was certainly a
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striking woman with a full, incredibly sexy figure.
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For the first time in what must have been hours, Andrea was
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now able to shift her body and flex her long, stocking clad legs.
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I could tell by the way she moved that her muscles were stiff and
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sore and I made a mental note to offer her, later, what I was
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sure would be a strictly therapeutic massage. But at this moment,
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the only therapeutic massage I was interested in was the one
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Ginny could give my swollen tube still dancing between my legs.
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Flat on her back between Andrea and me, Ginny pulled us in
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and we both made love to her. We kissed her, alternately and
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simultaneously, sharing her soft, full lips and warm sweet
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tongue. Our tongues mingled with Ginny's and, occasionally, with
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each others. To my surprise and encouragement, Andrea didn't seem
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to mind. There was hope yet, I thought.
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Propelled by Ginny's subtle movements, our hands each found
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one of her delightfully freckled breasts, Andrea the right, me
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the left, and we squeezed and kneaded her warm, resilient flesh
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in unison. Ginny's nipples, although not half as long nor quite
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as thick as Andrea's, seemed to constrict upwards and darken in
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color as they responded to our fingers.
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Andrea and I quickly learned that Ginny made the most
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delightful love sounds when she was on the receiving end of
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sexual excitement. The degree of pleasure she was feeling was
|
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instantly echoed by a sexy "hmmmmming" sound she produced deep in
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her throat. The pitch, depth and length of her "hmmmmmm"
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indicated the exact intensity of her arousal. Later, we would
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learn, her "hmmmms" would become "ahhhhhs" and her "ahhhhhs"
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would become "ohhhhhs" as she crossed each threshold of ever
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mounting joy.
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I left Ginny's lips to Andrea and moved down to kiss and
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suck her sensitive tit. Her hand moved with me, gently guiding my
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head, then continuing down her smooth, firm body, ultimately
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disappearing between her parted legs. Squeezing her very generous
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tit between both my hands, I trailed the tip of my tongue around
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her deep pink areola, circling in closer to her nipple and
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finally sucking it in firmly between my lips.
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Ginny liked it. She groaned, "hmmmmm," deeply into Andrea's
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mouth, urging both of us on.
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The feeling of Ginny's responsive, slightly salty nipple in
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my mouth was wonderful. Listening to her "hmmmmms" of pleasure,
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my fingers continued to knead and squeeze her soft, damp tit in
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subtle upward milking motions as I swirled my tongue around her
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rigid bud, sucking and licking it slowly, unhurriedly, deriving
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as much pleasure from it as I hoped I imparted. A few moments
|
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later, Andrea's face joined mine at Ginny's breast and she smiled
|
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at me. I released my lip lock on Ginny's nipple and, still
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milking her tit, offered her white-tipped nipple to Andrea's
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waiting lips. Then, like two high school sweethearts sharing our
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first single soda straw, we alternated sucking on Ginny's turgid
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nipple, switching breasts after a few minutes and sucking on the
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other.
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"Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm," Ginny groaned. Her hand, still
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busy between her legs, began to pick up pace while her other hand
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gently urged Andrea's head to move down her body.
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But this time I was not about to be denied. As I continued
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roughly fondling Ginny's tits, I stretched out lengthwise on the
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bed and pressed by body against her side. The feel of her soft,
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warm, moist skin against my dick was immediately gratifying, but
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I wasn't going to settle for a little frottage, I wanted in. Some
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|
place. Any place. Desperately. Andrea took hold of Ginny's hand
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and gently lifted it away from her pussy, replacing it with her
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own long fingers and stroked Ginny's slit with the same practiced
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mastubatory rhythms.
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-2f-2
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"Hmmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmm," Ginny groaned, the sound
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high pitched and stacatto as Andrea's fingers moved deftly in and
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out of her delicate folds.
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Then, looking at me and smiling, Andrea lifted Ginny's
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drenched hand to her mouth and seductively licked her fingers
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clean of every thick morsel of Ginny's heady honey.
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"You bitch," I moaned, jealously watching Andrea's tongue
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corkscrew around Ginny's glistening fingers.
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Andrea smiled. When she was through vacuuming Ginny's hand,
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she placed the hand firmly on her own breast and Ginny's fingers
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|
immediately sought her nipple. And then something remarkable
|
|
happened. As if clearly reading my mind and gauging my desires,
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Andrea withdrew her sopping fingers from Ginny's snatch and,
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|
reaching across her, brushed the delicious juices over my lips.
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That was all the invitation I needed. Rising up, I quickly
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grabbed Ginny's hips, pulling her away from Andrea. "I'm going
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to fuck you, bitch," I grunted to Ginny, "I'm going to fuck you
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till you scream for mercy." And far more roughly than I intended,
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I turned Ginny over and yanked her hips up into a kneeling
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position, securing her firm, rounded ass in front of me. I slid
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my hand down Ginny's smooth ass to her drenched, steaming, hair-
|
|
matted pussy and squeezed her lips. Obligingly, Ginny parted her
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|
thighs for me as she repositioned herself, arching her back like
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|
a sensuous supple cat as she lowered her face to the silk pillow.
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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.
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|
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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.
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|
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|
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.
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|
|
|
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.
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|
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|
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.
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|
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|
"No, no, you cocksucking asshole," Ginny moaned, trying
|
|
to gulp air into her fiery lungs, "don't stop, don't stop!"
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|
|
|
"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.
|
|
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|
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.
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|
|
|
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.
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|
|
|
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...
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--
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ODD TRIO
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by
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Mickey Bee
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Part Two
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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.
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|
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|
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
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|
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
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lover's tongue through the dark, mysterious valley of her
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passions.
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My cock grew as hard as pig iron as I watched Ginny's
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glistening red lips and the tip of her firm, pink tongue slide in
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slow, hypnotic circles around Andrea's receptive cunt. I watched
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the subtle movements of Andrea's hips, rising and falling -2l-2
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rhythmically against Ginny's hungry mouth. And I was, I suddenly
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realized, incredibly happy. I moved up the bed, closer to
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Andrea's ecstatic, angelic face and gently stroked her long
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blonde hair. Her eyes were still closed as she concentrated on
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the exquisite sensations rising in concentric waves from between
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her legs. Her lips were dry; she licked them. Her breath was
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choppy; she tried to catch it. And her nipples, her long, thick,
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rock-hard crimson nipples pulsated visibly on her flushed,
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perspiring breasts, pulsating in perfect symphony to her
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exhilarating, accelerating heartbeat.
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Lovingly, I stroked Andrea's hair again and she barely
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turned to me. Her eyes fluttered half open and she momentarily
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smiled at me. Then, drawing a long, labored breath, she turned
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away and again surrendered herself, completely, to the mounting
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insistence of Ginny's penetrating tongue.
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"How does it feel, Andy? Tell me how it feels," I whispered.
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Andrea groaned loudly, trying to respond, but couldn't catch
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her breath long enough to speak. When she finally found the
|
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strength and breath, she half turned her head back to me. "Oh,
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God," she gasped, licking her lips, "oh God, Mick, oh, it...it's
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incredible..."
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"Yes, yes, my beautiful baby," I encouraged, "she's so
|
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beautiful and she's fucking you, Andy, fucking you with her
|
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sweet, gorgeous tongue."
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"Oh, God, oh, oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, precious," Andrea
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whimpered the words as her head began thrashing from side to side
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on the soft, silk pillow.
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And then Ginny picked up the chant. As her lips and tongue
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moved in ever quickening circles around Andrea's unbearably
|
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excited pussy, Ginny groaned loudly, gutturally, animalistically
|
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and plunged her stiffened tongue deep, deep into Andrea's honey-
|
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dipped tunnel, swirling it madly around Andrea's steamy,
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slippery, exquisitely tight cavern, greedily lapping the sweet,
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fragrant juices freely flowing from the soft tissues buried
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within her.
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Andrea screamed. Her thighs snapped shut on Ginny's head.
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Her hips rose from the bed and she pushed her pussy up tighter
|
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against Ginny's mouth as if that movement would propel the other
|
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woman's rigid tongue deeper into her. Andrea's hands, which had
|
|
been guiding Ginny's head, now went their separate ways; one to
|
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her nipples, which she squeezed and pulled mercilessly, the other
|
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to her cunt. Her fingertips sought and found her neglected,
|
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excruciatingly sensitive clit and began flicking it.
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Watching them, entwined, moving sensually as one, listening
|
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to their primal, urgent lust sounds, smelling the overpowering
|
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aroma generated by the incredible sexual intensity these two -2"-2
|
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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.
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My decision was made. Uncomfortable as I was, I moved down
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the bed and, kneeling next to Andrea's gyrating hips, grabbed her
|
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thighs and gently pried them away from Ginny's head. Through her
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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.
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|
|
Released from the suffocating constraints of Andrea's
|
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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.
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|
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|
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."
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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.
|
|
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|
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.
|
|
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Ginny screamed, then gasped, as I pulled out and thrust
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again. Deeper. Harder. Again I pulled out. Again Ginny gasped.
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And again I plunged my pig-iron cock into her, my stomach
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smashing against her ass with each thrust. I released her hips
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and bent down over her, grabbing handfuls of her balloon like
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tits. I squeezed and kneaded her soft, firm fleshy mounds as I
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continued fucking her from behind with all the strength and
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stamina I could muster.
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-2-2
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As Ginny groaned deeper and louder with each thrust of my
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mindless cock, I glanced up at Andrea. She was at the edge of the
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bed, legs spread, furiously masturbating. I was sweating like a
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stuck pig, barely able to catch my breath, but the sight of
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Andrea's fingers dancing over her clit made me smile. Through
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half shut eyes, Andrea smiled back. I flicked my head toward her
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and, as always, she immediately understood. In unison, as I
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pulled Ginny's body up by her tits and repositioned her, Andrea,
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on her back, slid under her. Still holding Ginny's tits, I slowly
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lowered her engorged, flaming nipple into Andrea's waiting lips
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and watched as she sucked it deep into her mouth.
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I could feel my balls tighten. I was going to cum. But that
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was the last thing I wanted just then. I gritted my teeth,
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fighting it, trying every trick I knew to stay my synapses from
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their inevitable, blissful, mind-numbing explosion. But my
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willpower was slipping away with each cock thrust into Ginny's
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tight, grasping hole. So I pulled out. Glistening in the
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lamplight, my drenched pole danced and twitched, begging for
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relief.
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"No, no, you cocksucking asshole," Ginny moaned, trying
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to gulp air into her fiery lungs, "don't stop, don't stop!"
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"You want to fuck," I gasped, "this is how you fuck!" And,
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grabbing her hips firmly, I raised myself up and pressed the
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smooth, shiny, bulbous head of my extraordinarily eager prick
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against the purple-pink sphincter of her tiny asshole.
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"No, not that way," Ginny gasped, "not my asshole, you
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motherfucker, not that way." But her protest only fueled my
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desire. I looped one arm under her bent waist and held her
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firmly as my other hand slowly eased my cock into her
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reluctant back road. Ginny tried to squirm away, but I held
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her tighter, pressing my prickhead harder against her unwilling
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hole. As she gasped again, her sphincter muscles involuntarily
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surrendered and I finally succeeded invading her asshole.
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Quarter inch by quarter inch, I squeezed my throbbing cock
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deeper into her, each quarter inch coaxing longer, louder,
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more demanding groans from Ginny. Her incredibly tight asshole
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gripped and squeezed my cock every inch of the way, heightening
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the already indescribable sensations flooding my swirling brain.
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I had to have it all. Almost unconsciously, I withdrew,
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slightly, gathered my strength, then thrust into her all the
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way, my heavy balls slapping against her gushing pussy.
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Ginny screamed. Loudly. Her body bolted up against the
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invasion of my fat prick all the way up her tiny asshole. But I
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held on. She plunged down again into Andrea, wiggling and
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bucking and gyrating her ass against me. And I fucked her. Hard.
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My cock plunging up her ass with each violent thrust of my hips,
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my balls slapping and slamming rhythmically against her cunt.
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As I furiously fucked Ginny's ass, Andrea, my sweet, sweet -2R-2
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Andrea, not about to let an opportunity like this go to waste,
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twisted her body beneath us, sliding her beautiful face between
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Ginny's thighs and began licking and sucking the redhead's pussy.
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Ginny, responded immediately, gasping and groaning, she lowered
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her body down to Andrea's, her mouth seeking and finding
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Andrea's willing cunt.
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When God created fucking, this is what he had in mind.
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The smell of them enveloped me. The sound of their mutual
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cunt lapping and their mingled gasps and grunts, cries and
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whimpers excited me beyond any fantasy. The sight of their
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perfect bodies entwined in uninhibited, lustful, inverted
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lovemaking fueled a frenzy in me I had never before experienced.
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And my cock, my patient, obedient cock, grasped and squeezed
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mercilessly by each screaming thrust into Ginny's velvety tight
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asshole -- my cock came to the verge -- and I knew I had to
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finally surrender.
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Panting like an animal, fighting, fighting, my hips reared
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back, I grabbed Ginny's body, plunging into her hole with all
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my strength. Ginny pushed back, meeting my thrust, challenging
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me. Then, slamming my eyes shut, gasping for air, my entire
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body stiffened and my balls erupted, wracking my body and brain
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simultaneously as I came like an explosion. Instantaneously, my
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cock regrouped, convulsed, and I shot another salvo of hot cum
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deep into Ginny's receptive ass. I could feel her rectal muscles
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grasp me, milk me, urge my cock to shoot again. And I did. And
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as I did, she did, too.
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With Andrea's lips locked on her clit, Ginny suddenly
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stiffened upright, holding the tension, holding it, holding it
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and then, her body shaking and shuddering uncontrollably, she
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came, screaming and gasping in the same breath. Andrea's arms
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encircled her hips, pulling her dripping pussy back down to her
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hungry mouth. But Ginny couldn't take any more. She jerked her
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pussy away from Andrea and, as she did, my cock squished out from
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her asshole, falling, like a wounded soldier into Andrea's sweat-
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soaked hair. I left it there, feeling the warm softness of her
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rich blonde hair against my cum coated cock. If Andrea noticed,
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she didn't say anything. And we all just smiled the mindless,
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blissful, wordless smile of satisfied lovers.
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It seemed like forever until we could all catch our breaths.
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When we did, we slowly, painfully, jokingly repositioned our
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spent bodies on our backs, lengthwise along the bed. It came as
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no surprise to me that Ginny was in the middle, separating me
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from Andrea.
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Giggling, Ginny turned her head to Andrea and they kissed
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lightly. Then Ginny turned her head to me and we kissed, too. I
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thought I could taste Andrea's lips on Ginny, but it was probably
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only my imagination. And I wondered, lying there, I wondered
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when would I taste her for myself. -2-2
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We snuggled closer. Andrea shifted and raised her hand to
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Ginny's perspiring breast. I did the same with Ginny's other
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breast. Then slowly, I moved my hand across to Andrea's. And she
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didn't pull away. Maybe there was hope yet.
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To be continued...
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