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Archive-name: 3plus/odd-pt2.txt

Archive-author: Mickey Bee

Archive-title: Odd Trio - 2





                         Part Two



     Two nights later, Andrea introduced me to Ginny. She was, as 

Andrea described, absolutely ravishing. We had a long, casual, 

stressless dinner and really hit it off. Through the dimsum and 

the egg drop soup and entree, I enjoyed catching Andrea's eye. 

She would lift an eyebrow, questioningly, nodding her head oh so 

subtly to Ginny. I nodded. She'll do.



     But things didn't quite work out as I had fantasized. Ginny 

much preferred Andrea to me. Opening our second bottle of 

Champagne, we all retired to Andrea's bedroom, Ginny and Andrea 

holding each other's hand, me following behind with the bottle 

and glasses like an annoyed waiter. 



     Out of nothing more than Christian charity, I'm sure, they 

allowed me to watch them make love. Ginny, naked, laid on top,  

while Andrea, wearing her customary delicate lace garterbelt and 

ultrasheer stockings, had her legs wrapped around Ginny's legs 

and her arms wrapped around the redhead's back. And they kissed. 

Deeply. Tenderly. Passionately. Breast to beautiful breast, belly 

to belly, pussy to pussy, they made love slowly and exquisitely, 

unhurried by their rising passions, unmindful of my presence. 

Like a graceful cobra, Ginny's body undulated against Andrea's as 

they kissed, her rigid red nipples flicking across Andrea's, her 

thick, flaming red pubic carpet grinding in slow, deliberate 

circles against Andrea's downy pubes, her long, slender legs 

rubbing sensuously against Andrea's silky smooth stockings.



     Watching them melt together as one body, listening to their 

soft, sexy moans and urgent whimpers, inhaling the erotic aroma 

of their mingling juices, I suddenly realized just how 

presumptuous and incredibly egocentric I was even suggesting to 

Andrea that she may be jealous watching me make love to another 

woman. Because the opposite was certainly true. It was I who was 

jealous, I who was envious. And I who was going to do something 

about it. 



     Determined to be more participant than observer, I quickly 

drained another glass of Champagne and got undressed. By now, 

Ginny had slid down Andrea's body and was feasting on her full 

tits, kissing and nibbling, licking and sucking one of Andrea's 

deliciously sensitive nipples while her fingers squeezed and 

taunted the other one. Although I was not half as aroused as I 

thought I would be watching these two incredibly beautiful women 

pleasuring each other, I wasn't exactly turned off, either.      

 

     Pumping a little more life into the old pecker, I slid into 

bed next to them and let my free hand wander over Ginny's ripe, 

hairy ass. Enviously, I watched as Ginny relentlessly squeezed 

Andrea's porcelain white boob and slowly drew her fleshy rigid 

nipple deep into her mouth. There was no doubt Ginny knew what 

she was doing. Andrea closed her eyes and groaned, lifting her 

hand to lovingly stroke Ginny's thick red hair. 



     "Oh, yes," Andrea moaned, drawing in a deep breath and 

letting it shudder out, "yes, oh, yes, suck them, baby, suck my 

nipples."



     Encouraged, Ginny groaned in response, gathered Andrea's tit 

in both her hands, squeezed her warm, milky globe upwards and 

sunk her teeth into Andrea's throbbing nipple. Andrea screamed 

hoarsely, grabbing a handful of Ginny's hair and pushing her face 

down on her tit. "Oh, shit, yes," Andrea gasped, "yes, baby, bite 

them, bite my nipples, yes, do it."



     If I wasn't completely turned on before, I was now. My cock 

sprang to attention and screamed at me to get busy. Eagerly, I 

slid my hand down Ginny's firm, perspiring ass and my fingers 

invaded her hairy, creamy slit. But although Ginny made no effort 

to pull away, she didn't exactly respond with abandon to my 

intrusive fingers sloshing around in her snatch. She was lost in 

Andrea and I knew it.



     With Andrea's hands guiding her head, Ginny switched tits 

and attacked Andrea's other nipple. That's when I noticed a small 

trickle of blood snaking around Andrea's swollen areola and run 

down the slope of her tit. Alarmed, I quickly glanced up at 

Andrea's face and was instantly mesmerized by her joyful 

expression; her eyes were closed and her beautiful, sensual lips 

fluctuated between a half smile and a half grimace as Ginny 

helped her cross the blurred border between pain and pleasure. 



     And then Ginny moved down to eat her pussy.         



     It was, I admit now, one of the most beautiful sights I had 

ever witnessed. Andrea raised her knees, freely offering to 

Ginny's mouth the source of her femininity. Ginny accepted, 

resting her head between Andrea's soft, raised thighs and began 

slowly, gently, tenderly kissing the moist, aromatic folds of 

Andrea's flared labia. Biting her lip, Andrea moaned softly, 

letting her breath out in a long, staccato sigh. She closed her 

eyes and lowered her hands to Ginny's head, burying her long 

fingers in Ginny's thick, flaming red hair to better guide her 

lover's tongue through the dark, mysterious valley of her 

passions.



     My cock grew as hard as pig iron as I watched Ginny's 

glistening red lips and the tip of her firm, pink tongue slide in 

slow, hypnotic circles around Andrea's receptive cunt. I watched 

the subtle movements of Andrea's hips, rising and falling  

rhythmically against Ginny's hungry mouth. And I was, I suddenly 

realized, incredibly happy. I moved up the bed, closer to 

Andrea's ecstatic, angelic face and gently stroked her long 

blonde hair. Her eyes were still closed as she concentrated on 

the exquisite sensations rising in concentric waves from between 

her legs. Her lips were dry; she licked them. Her breath was 

choppy; she tried to catch it. And her nipples, her long, thick, 

rock-hard crimson nipples pulsated visibly on her flushed, 

perspiring breasts, pulsating in perfect symphony to her 

exhilarating, accelerating heartbeat.    



     Lovingly, I stroked Andrea's hair again and she barely 

turned to me. Her eyes fluttered half open and she momentarily 

smiled at me. Then, drawing a long, labored breath, she turned 

away and again surrendered herself, completely, to the mounting 

insistence of Ginny's penetrating tongue. 



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



     Andrea groaned loudly, trying to respond, but couldn't catch 

her breath long enough to speak. When she finally found the 

strength and breath, she half turned her head back to me. "Oh, 

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

incredible..."



     "Yes, yes, my beautiful baby," I encouraged, "she's so 

beautiful and she's fucking you, Andy, fucking you with her 

sweet, gorgeous tongue."



     "Oh, God, oh, oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, precious," Andrea 

whimpered the words as her head began thrashing from side to side 

on the soft, silk pillow.



     And then Ginny picked up the chant. As her lips and tongue 

moved in ever quickening circles around Andrea's unbearably 

excited pussy, Ginny groaned loudly, gutturally, animalistically 

and plunged her stiffened tongue deep, deep into Andrea's honey-

dipped tunnel, swirling it madly around Andrea's steamy, 

slippery, exquisitely tight cavern, greedily lapping the sweet, 

fragrant juices freely flowing from the soft tissues buried 

within her.          



     Andrea screamed. Her thighs snapped shut on Ginny's head. 

Her hips rose from the bed and she pushed her pussy up tighter 

against Ginny's mouth as if that movement would propel the other 

woman's rigid tongue deeper into her. Andrea's hands, which had 

been guiding Ginny's head, now went their separate ways; one to 

her nipples, which she squeezed and pulled mercilessly, the other 

to her cunt. Her fingertips sought and found her neglected, 

excruciatingly sensitive clit and began flicking it.



     Watching them, entwined, moving sensually as one, listening 

to their primal, urgent lust sounds, smelling the overpowering 

aroma generated by the incredible sexual intensity these two  

beautiful women conjured in each other's secretions was 

overwhelming me. My swollen balls ached and my stiff cock danced 

and throbbed uncontrollably as if frantically trying to draw my 

attention to it. How desperately I wanted my flesh to join 

theirs, how deeply I resented being excluded from their passions, 

yet, confusing as it was, my gratification seemed somehow 

inexorably bound to Andrea's as she lingered precariously on the 

precipice of ultimate pleasure. 



     My decision was made. Uncomfortable as I was, I moved down 

the bed and, kneeling next to Andrea's gyrating hips, grabbed her 

thighs and gently pried them away from Ginny's head. Through her 

taut black stockings, I could feel the tension in Andrea's smooth 

muscles, I could feel the heat rising from her body and, 

vicariously as it was, I could participate in Andrea's orgiastic 

joy as Ginny's talented mouth sought to administer her coup de 

grace. 



     Released from the suffocating constraints of Andrea's 

thighs, Ginny raised her head momentarily to recover her breath 

and stamina. Her entire face glistened with Andrea's juices and 

for a split second, when her eyes met mine, I read in them an 

understanding and a mutual appreciation of our distinct roles in 

this tableau. 



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

"No, no, oh God, don't stop, don't stop," she whimpered loudly 

like a child deprived of her favorite toy. "Fuck me, oh, please, 

fuck me."



     And as I regripped Andrea's thighs, prying them further 

apart, Ginny once again lowered her lips to Andrea's. She removed 

Andrea's fingers from her inflamed clitoris and replaced them 

with her own, gently folding back the delicate layer of tissue 

still covering its base and exposing the entire length of her 

glistening, deep pink erection. Andrea's hand immediately 

retreated to her unattended breast and squeezed both of her tits 

together, frantically milking them upwards toward her throbbing 

nipples.   



     Ginny wasted no time picking up where she had stopped. 

Separating Andrea's engorged lips with her fingertips, she drew 

the tip of her stiffened tongue slowly up the entire length of 

Andrea's cleft and flicked the tip of her clit with it. Once, 

twice, three times.



     Again, Andrea screamed. Biting her dry, parched lower lip, 

she valiantly tried to stifle it. What she couldn't stifle were 

the uncontrollably violent shuddering movements of her hips as 

the thousands of overwhelmed nerve fibers centered in her 

clitoris suddenly electrified her entire body. She tried to pull 

away; I held her thighs firmly. But despite my grip, her hips 

continued gyrating wildly, yet, remarkably, Ginny's tongue stayed 

right with her. 

     Groaning deeply, Ginny continued flicking Andrea's clit with 

her tongue while her free hand quickly moved between her own 

legs, through her thick, rich tangle of bright burnt orange pubic 

hair and she began stroking herself in concert to Andrea's 

movements.      



     Instinctively, Ginny knew, as only another woman could know, 

the precise plateau of Andrea's ecstatic tension and what was 

needed to nudge her lover over the indefinable, elastic, synaptic 

line separating her exquisite, gut wrenching torment from mind 

reeling bliss. And armed with her infallible, practiced instinct, 

Ginny's frenzied tongue retreated from Andrea's clit to be 

instantly replaced by her soft, honey coated mouth. Her flushed 

cheeks hollowed and she slowly drew Andrea's pulsating erection 

between her lips and lovingly sucked it into her mouth. As she 

did, Andrea's entire body jerked spasmodically. She groaned 

hoarsely and gutturally as she fought for breath and fought to 

hang on to the last vestige of nerve torturing excitement before 

surrendering to the inevitable ecstatic maelstrom awaiting her 

final consent.   



     But consent was no longer hers to grant. It was Ginny's and 

Ginny was extracting it. Her lips still held Andrea's clit 

captive and I could see her delicate facial muscles twitch 

excitedly as she vibrated the tip of tongue over Andrea's 

inflamed penile button. 



     An instant later, Andrea came.



     Her first orgasm was capitulation, a groaning, sighing, 

whimpering acknowledgement that she could no longer hold back the 

intensely electrifying sensations radiating from deep within her 

womb. Her second orgasm was thunderous. Crying out, fighting 

consciousness itself, her eyes rolled back and her spine 

stiffened, arching and rising from the bed as every muscle in her 

body went rigid, suspended in time, as wave after ecstatic shock 

wave surged through her nerves and coursed through her veins. Her 

body shook and trembled, urging every minute trace of pleasure 

from her limbs.



     "Oh, God, oh, God, no, no, no, oh God," Andrea gasped over 

and over like an hypnotic mantra, a chant that only encouraged 

Ginny to inflict still more, heightened pleasures.



     Literally panting, Ginny quickly lifted her sopping face 

from between Andrea's thighs, withdrew her drenched hand from 

between her legs and painted Andrea's gaping, sensitive labia 

with own juices. Again Andrea's entire body shuddered and Ginny 

smiled.



     "Now my beautiful lover," Ginny gasped, "now, baby, now I'm 

really going to make you cum." 



     "Yes, yes, lovey, yes..." 

     I knew what was coming. Quickly repositioning myself, I 

reached under Andrea's suspended body and gripped her tight 

buttocks, separating her cheeks as I lifted her higher off the 

bed. Ginny cast a quick, appreciative look to me and, turning all 

of her attention back to Andrea, positioned her shiny middle 

finger against Andrea's tiny pink sphincter. Teasingly, she 

painted it with her own sweet lubricants and then, without the 

slightest hesitation, eased her perfectly manicured fingertip 

into Andrea's willing asshole. 



     Whimpering uncontrollably, Andrea squeezed her eyes shut and 

lost every trace of breath in her lungs as Ginny slowly, 

excruciatingly slowly, eased her long, tapered finger into her 

tight rear canal. I watched, breathlessly, fascinated, as she 

just as slowly withdrew the one finger and reinserted two. The 

two then became three, mercilessly stretching Andrea's tiny hole 

as her fingers bored deeper and deeper into her while her 

thumb barely flicked Andrea's elongated, pulsing clitoris.   



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



     I don't know how she did it, but Andrea suddenly shot 

upright, her hands lashed out, grabbing Ginny's hair and 

viciously pulled Ginny's head down to her pussy. With three 

fingers plunging in and out of her ass and her thumb burrowing 

into her tunnel, Ginny went wild, licking, lapping, sucking, 

eating Andrea's cunt with complete animal abandon. 



     Still clinging to Ginny's long hair, Andrea fell back on the 

bed, screaming, crying, whimpering, thrashing around with equal 

abandon until, a moment later, her body stiffened again, wracked 

by one tremendous orgasm after another. 



     When the last spasm finally subsided, her body went limp and 

tears flooded her eyes. They ran in graceful rivulets down her 

cheeks and I felt like crying with her. I gently lowered her 

buttocks back down on the bed and Ginny gently withdrew her face 

and fingers from her lover and looked up at her. Smiling. Tears 

of empathetic joy filling her eyes, too. 



     Andrea tugged gently on Ginny's hair, urging her forward and 

Ginny eagerly complied. Still kneeling between Andrea's thighs, 

she inched forward and laid down on top of her. Belly to belly, 

breast to breast, Andrea wrapped her long legs around Ginny's and 

her arms encircled the other woman's sweat soaked back. Then, 

between their equally labored breaths, their lips slowly merged,

their tongues sought one another's and they kissed lovingly.     



     I, quite literally, was odd man out. I probably should have 

beaten a hasty, polite retreat at that point, but fool that I was, 

I instead moved back up the bed and watched Andrea tenderly lick 

her fragrant juices from Ginny's face. As I watched them, slowly 

stroking my panicked prick, Andrea spotted me out of the corner 

of her eye and, easing her lips away from Ginny's, turned her   

head toward me. She slid her hand from Ginny's back, groped for 

my hand and, finding it, she squeezed it hard.        



     "Hi," she whispered, barely audibly, and smiled so fucking 

delightfully at me.



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



     Still breathing hard, Andrea laughed her cute, tinkling 

laugh and Ginny turned to me, too, resting her cheek on Andrea's 

and shared our joke. 



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

down at my stiff friend in my hand and I knew she wanted to laugh 

at my condition. "Oh," she chided playfully, "and look at your 

poor little cock. All dressed up and no place to go."     



     "Fuck you," I laughed back, only half joking, but the words 

were barely out of my mouth as Ginny reached out and drew her 

fingernails over my swollen, incredibly sensitive glans. I nearly 

jumped out of my skin.



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

teasing.



     "Watch what you're calling 'little'," I shot back, "we're 

talking ten inches of dangling death here."



     "In your dreams, sailor."



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

"Will you two cut it out."



     Ginny smiled again and, raising herself up slightly from 

Andrea's equally sweat soaked body, reached for my knob again. I 

jerked away, grabbing her wrist just inches from my dick. "Oh, 

come on," she chided, "I just want to apologize to the little 

man."

     

     "You bitch," I grinned, finally releasing her wrist and 

edging back toward her waiting fingers. "Don't you just wish you 

had one as nice?"



     Ginny's fingers slowly encircled my cock, but her face and 

eyes went back to Andrea. "Only to fuck this beautiful creature," 

she whispered to Andrea and kissed her gently on her closed 

mouth.



     "Well in that case, you can always use mine," I volunteered, 

"I don't mind, really. It's the least I can do."



     Andrea smiled broadly beneath Ginny's lips. "Don't start, 

Mick."

 

     "So who's starting," I replied innocently. "My life's motto 

has always been, why let a good hardon go to waste?"



     Andrea looked at me with that now familiar glint in her eye. 

She squeezed my hand and then suddenly withdrew hers, placing it 

on the soft underside of Ginny's pendulous breast. "Yeah," she 

agreed softly, "why let a perfectly good hardon go to waste?"      



     Andrea's hand moved to the top of Ginny's breast and the tip 

of her forefinger casually outlined the redhead's puffy areola. 

In response, Ginny squeezed my cock harder. It felt great. She 

closed her eyes and smiled, concentrating on the feeling of 

Andrea's light touch traipsing around her nipple. "Yeah," she 

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



     Shifting slightly, Andrea lowered her hand to her own breast 

and pushing it up, touched her still rigid nipple to Ginny's, 

drawing it around her areola in slow, tender circles as she had 

done with her finger. Andrea continued to entrance the other 

woman's nipple with her own and Ginny began to stroke my angry 

monster with some sincerity. Drawing a breath, she half opened 

one eye and looked at me. "I have two tits, you know," she 

grinned, closing her eye again.



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



     Grinning, Ginny roughly tweaked my cock and I yelped despite 

myself. 



     Reluctantly, I withdrew my exasperated pole from her hand 

and eased myself up. Gently grabbing Ginny's shoulders, I lifted 

her from Andrea's body and, even more gently, rolled her on her 

back between us. Her long, thick red hair and large hoop earrings 

framed her face perfectly on the pillow and, although I never 

thought her quite as beautiful as Andrea, Ginny was certainly a 

striking woman with a full, incredibly sexy figure.



     For the first time in what must have been hours, Andrea was 

now able to shift her body and flex her long, stocking clad legs. 

I could tell by the way she moved that her muscles were stiff and 

sore and I made a mental note to offer her, later, what I was 

sure would be a strictly therapeutic massage. But at this moment, 

the only therapeutic massage I was interested in was the one 

Ginny could give my swollen tube still dancing between my legs.



     Flat on her back between Andrea and me, Ginny pulled us in 

and we both made love to her. We kissed her, alternately and 

simultaneously, sharing her soft, full lips and warm sweet 

tongue. Our tongues mingled with Ginny's and, occasionally, with 

each others. To my surprise and encouragement, Andrea didn't seem 

to mind. There was hope yet, I thought.



     Propelled by Ginny's subtle movements, our hands each found 

one of her delightfully freckled breasts, Andrea the right, me   

the left, and we squeezed and kneaded her warm, resilient flesh 

in unison. Ginny's nipples, although not half as long nor quite 

as thick as Andrea's, seemed to constrict upwards and darken in 

color as they responded to our fingers. 



     Andrea and I quickly learned that Ginny made the most 

delightful love sounds when she was on the receiving end of 

sexual excitement. The degree of pleasure she was feeling was 

instantly echoed by a sexy "hmmmmming" sound she produced deep in 

her throat. The pitch, depth and length of her "hmmmmmm" 

indicated the exact intensity of her arousal. Later, we would 

learn, her "hmmmms" would become "ahhhhhs" and her "ahhhhhs" 

would become "ohhhhhs" as she crossed each threshold of ever 

mounting joy.



     I left Ginny's lips to Andrea and moved down to kiss and 

suck her sensitive tit. Her hand moved with me, gently guiding my 

head, then continuing down her smooth, firm body, ultimately 

disappearing between her parted legs. Squeezing her very generous 

tit between both my hands, I trailed the tip of my tongue around 

her deep pink areola, circling in closer to her nipple and 

finally sucking it in firmly between my lips. 



     Ginny liked it. She groaned, "hmmmmm," deeply into Andrea's 

mouth, urging both of us on.       



     The feeling of Ginny's responsive, slightly salty nipple in 

my mouth was wonderful. Listening to her "hmmmmms" of pleasure, 

my fingers continued to knead and squeeze her soft, damp tit in 

subtle upward milking motions as I swirled my tongue around her 

rigid bud, sucking and licking it slowly, unhurriedly, deriving 

as much pleasure from it as I hoped I imparted. A few moments 

later, Andrea's face joined mine at Ginny's breast and she smiled 

at me. I released my lip lock on Ginny's nipple and, still 

milking her tit, offered her white-tipped nipple to Andrea's 

waiting lips. Then, like two high school sweethearts sharing our 

first single soda straw, we alternated sucking on Ginny's turgid 

nipple, switching breasts after a few minutes and sucking on the 

other.  



     "Hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm, hmmmmmm," Ginny groaned. Her hand, still 

busy between her legs, began to pick up pace while her other hand 

gently urged Andrea's head to move down her body.  



     But this time I was not about to be denied. As I continued 

roughly fondling Ginny's tits, I stretched out lengthwise on the 

bed and pressed by body against her side. The feel of her soft, 

warm, moist skin against my dick was immediately gratifying, but 

I wasn't going to settle for a little frottage, I wanted in. Some 

place. Any place. Desperately. Andrea took hold of Ginny's hand 

and gently lifted it away from her pussy, replacing it with her 

own long fingers and stroked Ginny's slit with the same practiced 

mastubatory rhythms. 

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     "Hmmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmm, hmmmmm," Ginny groaned, the sound 

high pitched and stacatto as Andrea's fingers moved deftly in and 

out of her delicate folds.  



     Then, looking at me and smiling, Andrea lifted Ginny's 

drenched hand to her mouth and seductively licked her fingers 

clean of every thick morsel of Ginny's heady honey.



     "You bitch," I moaned, jealously watching Andrea's tongue 

corkscrew around Ginny's glistening fingers.



     Andrea smiled. When she was through vacuuming Ginny's hand, 

she placed the hand firmly on her own breast and Ginny's fingers 

immediately sought her nipple. And then something remarkable 

happened. As if clearly reading my mind and gauging my desires, 

Andrea withdrew her sopping fingers from Ginny's snatch and, 

reaching across her, brushed the delicious juices over my lips. 



     That was all the invitation I needed. Rising up, I quickly 

grabbed Ginny's hips, pulling her away from Andrea. "I'm going 

to fuck you, bitch," I grunted to Ginny, "I'm going to fuck you 

till you scream for mercy." And far more roughly than I intended, 

I turned Ginny over and yanked her hips up into a kneeling 

position, securing her firm, rounded ass in front of me. I slid

my hand down Ginny's smooth ass to her drenched, steaming, hair-

matted pussy and squeezed her lips. Obligingly, Ginny parted her 

thighs for me as she repositioned herself, arching her back like

a sensuous supple cat as she lowered her face to the silk pillow. 



     Out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed Andrea's approving 

smile as she slid slightly away from Ginny, relinquishing the 

redhead entirely to me for my own selfish gratification. And, 

believe me, I wasted no time seeking the gratification long 

denied me. Quickly, I moved up behind Ginny, guiding my 

throbbing steel shaft down the crack of her firm ass to her 

eager, waiting cunt. 



     But Ginny was even more impatient than I was. Her hand shot

up from between her legs, grabbing my cock, pulling it, guiding 

it into the hot, wet, swollen folds of her excited cunt. "Come

on, you cocksucker," she hissed between tense, short breaths, 

"fuck me, fuck me!" She positioned my throbbing cockhead against

her waiting hole and, grabbing her hips, I plunged my raging 

prick into her in one, swift, violent thrust of my hips.



     Ginny screamed, then gasped, as I pulled out and thrust 

again. Deeper. Harder. Again I pulled out. Again Ginny gasped. 

And again I plunged my pig-iron cock into her, my stomach 

smashing against her ass with each thrust. I released her hips 

and bent down over her, grabbing handfuls of her balloon like

tits. I squeezed and kneaded her soft, firm fleshy mounds as I 

continued fucking her from behind with all the strength and 

stamina I could muster.    

 

     As Ginny groaned deeper and louder with each thrust of my

mindless cock, I glanced up at Andrea. She was at the edge of the 

bed, legs spread, furiously masturbating. I was sweating like a 

stuck pig, barely able to catch my breath, but the sight of 

Andrea's fingers dancing over her clit made me smile. Through 

half shut eyes, Andrea smiled back. I flicked my head toward her 

and, as always, she immediately understood. In unison, as I 

pulled Ginny's body up by her tits and repositioned her, Andrea,

on her back, slid under her. Still holding Ginny's tits, I slowly 

lowered her engorged, flaming nipple into Andrea's waiting lips 

and watched as she sucked it deep into her mouth.



     I could feel my balls tighten. I was going to cum. But that 

was the last thing I wanted just then. I gritted my teeth, 

fighting it, trying every trick I knew to stay my synapses from 

their inevitable, blissful, mind-numbing explosion. But my 

willpower was slipping away with each cock thrust into Ginny's 

tight, grasping hole. So I pulled out. Glistening in the 

lamplight, my drenched pole danced and twitched, begging for 

relief.



     "No, no, you cocksucking asshole," Ginny moaned, trying 

to gulp air into her fiery lungs, "don't stop, don't stop!" 



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

grabbing her hips firmly, I raised myself up and pressed the 

smooth, shiny, bulbous head of my extraordinarily eager prick 

against the purple-pink sphincter of her tiny asshole. 

       

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

motherfucker, not that way." But her protest only fueled my 

desire. I looped one arm under her bent waist and held her 

firmly as my other hand slowly eased my cock into her 

reluctant back road. Ginny tried to squirm away, but I held

her tighter, pressing my prickhead harder against her unwilling

hole. As she gasped again, her sphincter muscles involuntarily

surrendered and I finally succeeded invading her asshole. 

Quarter inch by quarter inch, I squeezed my throbbing cock 

deeper into her, each quarter inch coaxing longer, louder, 

more demanding groans from Ginny. Her incredibly tight asshole 

gripped and squeezed my cock every inch of the way, heightening 

the already indescribable sensations flooding my swirling brain.

I had to have it all. Almost unconsciously, I withdrew, 

slightly, gathered my strength, then thrust into her all the 

way, my heavy balls slapping against her gushing pussy.



     Ginny screamed. Loudly. Her body bolted up against the

invasion of my fat prick all the way up her tiny asshole. But I

held on. She plunged down again into Andrea, wiggling and 

bucking and gyrating her ass against me. And I fucked her. Hard.

My cock plunging up her ass with each violent thrust of my hips,

my balls slapping and slamming rhythmically against her cunt.    



     As I furiously fucked Ginny's ass, Andrea, my sweet, sweet   

Andrea, not about to let an opportunity like this go to waste, 

twisted her body beneath us, sliding her beautiful face between 

Ginny's thighs and began licking and sucking the redhead's pussy. 

Ginny, responded immediately, gasping and groaning, she lowered 

her body down to Andrea's, her mouth seeking and finding 

Andrea's willing cunt.    

 

     When God created fucking, this is what he had in mind.



     The smell of them enveloped me. The sound of their mutual 

cunt lapping and their mingled gasps and grunts, cries and 

whimpers excited me beyond any fantasy. The sight of their 

perfect bodies entwined in uninhibited, lustful, inverted 

lovemaking fueled a frenzy in me I had never before experienced. 

And my cock, my patient, obedient cock, grasped and squeezed 

mercilessly by each screaming thrust into Ginny's velvety tight 

asshole -- my cock came to the verge -- and I knew I had to

finally surrender.



     Panting like an animal, fighting, fighting, my hips reared

back, I grabbed Ginny's body, plunging into her hole with all 

my strength. Ginny pushed back, meeting my thrust, challenging

me. Then, slamming my eyes shut, gasping for air, my entire 

body stiffened and my balls erupted, wracking my body and brain

simultaneously as I came like an explosion. Instantaneously, my 

cock regrouped, convulsed, and I shot another salvo of hot cum 

deep into Ginny's receptive ass. I could feel her rectal muscles 

grasp me, milk me, urge my cock to shoot again. And I did. And 

as I did, she did, too. 



     With Andrea's lips locked on her clit, Ginny suddenly

stiffened upright, holding the tension, holding it, holding it 

and then, her body shaking and shuddering uncontrollably, she 

came, screaming and gasping in the same breath. Andrea's arms

encircled her hips, pulling her dripping pussy back down to her 

hungry mouth. But Ginny couldn't take any more. She jerked her

pussy away from Andrea and, as she did, my cock squished out from

her asshole, falling, like a wounded soldier into Andrea's sweat-

soaked hair. I left it there, feeling the warm softness of her

rich blonde hair against my cum coated cock. If Andrea noticed,

she didn't say anything. And we all just smiled the mindless,

blissful, wordless smile of satisfied lovers.



     It seemed like forever until we could all catch our breaths. 

When we did, we slowly, painfully, jokingly repositioned our 

spent bodies on our backs, lengthwise along the bed. It came as 

no surprise to me that Ginny was in the middle, separating me 

from Andrea. 



     Giggling, Ginny turned her head to Andrea and they kissed 

lightly. Then Ginny turned her head to me and we kissed, too. I 

thought I could taste Andrea's lips on Ginny, but it was probably 

only my imagination. And I wondered, lying there, I wondered 

when would I taste her for myself. 

     We snuggled closer. Andrea shifted and raised her hand to

Ginny's perspiring breast. I did the same with Ginny's other

breast. Then slowly, I moved my hand across to Andrea's. And she

didn't pull away. Maybe there was hope yet.

      

To be continued...

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