Adam's Journey

Time for a bump.
JJ.

Hoping that all is good with you.

Thanks all, for the kind words. You may have noticed that I changed the title of the story to the same thing it is at Literotica. Always hated the "Unwitting" title I originally gave it, which was awkward at best and quickly became inaccurate as well, but didn't know I could change it! Turns out it was easy; hope it doesn't cause too much confusion.

Timmy and Watcher, thanks my friends. Both of you have been very supportive, and your own writings, caps, and/or emails have been a much appreciated and welcome escape. Glad I can reciprocate with the stories!

GH, that holds true for you too, probably even more so. Glad you got a smile out of it, and thanks again for all of your support. Hope your break is going well and the little white ball is flying true.

Trf2, welcome back, and glad you had a good time in Florida. Nice to leave winter behind for awhile, yes? I think you may be the one still commenting that has been with me on this story the longest; all I can say is thanks, it is appreciated and you've helped me keep going.

About that; I've been a little bummed and a lot burned out lately and have not been doing any writing, or even much reading, for awhile now. Kind of feel like maybe I'm starting to get my second (or third) wind, so may be back soon. Or maybe not, but I hope you'll bear with me a little longer either way. I'll try to let you know.
Thanks again for your support!

Stormy,
This story truly is Adam's Journey, one we have all shared and been a part of for almost 4 years now. It deserves the respect to be left alone until you are ready. And so do you my friend. Get yourself right, we can wait. Just don't forget to lean on us if you need to ..

Please let me echo what I believe is the consensus, "you write when you are ready". It is a journey for all of us and you are the most excellent tour guide.

But still longing,
RidgeRover

Stormy, I second what Peak has said, you know how to get hold of me outside this forum.

We'll make sure you don't sink to the second page.

Stormy,
Anticipation is part of the fun, and boy are we having fun. Seriously I have enough reading material to last a lifetime. Your stories are special and give me something to look forward too. If you wrote and posted them all at one time what would I have to look forward to tomorrow. You have indicated that you enjoy writing. If you wrote it all at one time what would you have to look forward to tomorrow. You have a true talent and I can assure you that we will be here when you have recharged your batteries. Life is short, so you best enjoy it while you can.
JJ.

Bump!

Bump...

My thanks to each of you for your concern and understanding, and for your patience. It was time to get back, emotional batteries recharged. (I've switched to electric to save the planet - I used to be coal-fired.)

I'll just paraphrase Ray Stevens rather than trying to explain any further:

Now ladies and gentlemen, without further ado
it gives me great pleasure to bring 'em back to you,
been gone a few weeks, but getting rave reviews
it's Adam and Kristi, and the rest of the crew!
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Tiff has great nipples, larger and more protruding than Kristi’s if not quite so quick to respond to the slightest provocation. In addition her larger breasts were more subject to the forces of gravity than my lady’s high, firm ones, and the way they suspended so beautifully over my face made them irresistible. I didn’t kid myself that her position was anything other than one hundred percent intentional; Tiff knew exactly what she was doing - and also, I suspect, how I would respond. I’m sure I didn’t disappoint, as I immersed myself in her lovely tits, my only regret being that I was limited to what I could do with my lips and tongue - or other parts of my face - as she still held my hands pinned above my head.

I paused in my worship of her breasts only long enough to ask if we could possibly have a little more light in the room. Dedicated voyeur that I am – and, fully aware of the splendor that was these two women and how long the odds were against anything like this ever happening to me again – I didn’t want any of my senses to be left out of the fun. Tiff freed up one of her hands just long enough to reach across and turn on the reading light on the nightstand, and I complied by not trying to escape while she did so. It wasn’t much light, one of those wimpy fluorescents that claim to equal about sixty watts but which look more like six, but it was enough. In the soft, dim light Tiff looked like a goddess.

I know that Kristi did too, but I couldn’t really see her around Tiffany; she, in the meantime, had unwrapped herself from my lower body and was slowly and very lightly running her fingers up and down my straining cock and over my balls, which felt full and swollen with arousal. I was very hard, and very sensitive, and if she continued to do what she was doing I would soon be ready to climb the walls. She knew from experience that this was something she could do indefinitely without much danger of me losing control – there just wasn’t enough real stroking to make me come – but she also knew that the sensations she was creating were enough to curl my toes and reduce me to begging her for relief. It was a form of light, playful torture that we both very much enjoyed, and one she had not done for quite awhile.

Over my own heavy breathing I heard Tiffany suddenly gasp and felt a spasm run through her body. Kristi laughed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to surprise you! You have an amazing clit, it’s so big, and the way it was sticking out it was just begging to be touched. Are you OK with that?”

Tiff moaned softly. “Oh god yes! Like you said, you just surprised me; please don’t stop.” Another shudder of arousal ran through her body.

Kristi laughed again. “No, I won’t. This is a really fun little toy; I’m so jealous!”

The realization that Kristi was lightly stroking me with one hand while touching Tiffany in such an intimate way from behind with the other sent a thrill through me. I was a little bit shocked that Kristi had so quickly taken to touching another woman, but I can’t say I was disappointed! This was shaping up to be a very promising night – or what was left of it.

Kristi, my hard cock in her hands, must have sensed my suddenly increased arousal. “Hey big boy, you’re getting awfully hard there! You’d better not let this thing go off already; you really need to think of this as a marathon, not a sprint!”

I took a shuddering breath as she slowly ran her fingernails up the hard ridge on the underside of my shaft. “No, I understand – just remember that you’re the one with her hand on the tiller. It’s up to you to make sure we don’t go there and, you know, run aground, as it were!”

They both laughed, and I chuckled ruefully. “You know, I heard some comedian get asked one time if his biggest fantasy was to have two women at once. He just shook his head and said ‘Oh yeah right – that’s just what I want to do, wake up in the morning with TWO pissed off, disappointed women instead of just one!”
That got a laugh from both of them, which was what I’d been hoping for; I needed the sexual tension dialed back just a notch or two or I’d pop my cork and be living that guy’s worst fears before I knew it!

Tiff released my hands and moved back just enough that we could briefly kiss. It meant that I was no longer in a position to lick and suck at her luscious tits, but with my hands freed I was able to continue playing with them; they made two very nice handfuls of female. She nuzzled my neck, moaning softly. “Mmm, this is so nice! You think you’re going to be able to handle the two of us all right?”

I kissed her again, our tongues doing a brief tango as I gently rolled her firm, fat nipple between my fingers. “I’m more than willing to give it my best shot – and besides, I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”

From behind her, Kristi said “That would be very reassuring if, you know, you actually had any sleeves!”

Tiffany giggled. “She has a point. In the meantime, how would you feel about putting your trick up my sleeve?”

I laughed, and she gave a small giggle of embarrassment at her own brazen words, a giggle which suddenly turned into a gasp and then a low moan. “Ohhh god! I didn’t mean you!”

Kristi chuckled evilly. “You want me to stop?”

“Nooo! No, please don’t! Oh god, that feels so good. Mmmmm, uh-huh, ohh yesss!”

I felt a slightly shocked thrill of arousal to realize that Kristi had apparently put her finger – or fingers – into Tiff’s pussy! As much as I was enjoying touching and being touched, a part of me would have been just as happy to sit back and watch the two of them play together. With luck there would be time for that later, maybe after they had worn me out – something I knew they were entirely capable of doing!

On the other hand, some small, stubbornly perverse part of me wanted to tell Kristi to go sit off to the side and just watch, as she had asked me to do when she was with Lee. Fortunately that tiny little niggling nugget of negativity was not strong enough to overcome the arousal and enjoyment that being with the two of them at once was providing, so I buried it. Deep down inside I was pretty glad that that little bit of remaining resentment had died a quiet death, and I felt a wave of relief, of acceptance. This was far too fantastic a situation to ruin it with any childish revenge, and any attempt to do so would have just made me the ultimate loser.

As if to draw me back to the present, Tiffany shuddered, her breathing becoming faster and slightly ragged. She began to slowly rock back and forth, and I realized she was fucking herself on Kristi’s fingers – and that I could hear the deliciously wet sounds it was making. She moaned again. “Ohh, god, Kristi! Mmmm! Have you done this before?”

Kristi laughed, and I could tell by the sound of it that she was truly enjoying herself. “No, not really. Well, sort of, I guess, but…” she laughed again. “It was just a couple of nights of half-drunken experimenting with my college roommate. I don’t think either of us was meant to be a lesbian; we both liked big hard cocks way too much, but we were both very horny bitches, and then you throw in a little alcohol, a little touching, no hard cock handy when you need one, and before you know it…bingo, touchy-feely and orgasms for everyone!”

Tiff’s chuckle turned into a moan. “Ohhh, fuck! There’s going to be one for me pretty soon, that’s for sure! Ooohh yess!”

Tiff’s face was close to mine, her ear just inches from my lips. I nibbled her ear and neck a little bit, and she moaned again. I could tell that she was very aroused and was thoroughly enjoying being the center of attention. I gently bit her earlobe. “Are you really going to come?”

“Ohh hell yes - with the two of you touching me, are you kidding!? You make a very good team; it’s like you rehearsed this!”

I laughed. “Mmmm, nope. Just doing what comes natural.” Squeezing her tits, I let my hands slowly slide off until just her firm nipples were between my fingers, and I tugged at them, stretching them out, gently pinching. She moaned again, and I felt Kristi’s hand tighten on my cock and heard her moan in sympathy; it was apparent that she was very much feeding off of Tiffany’s arousal, getting a vicarious thrill from the other’s heightened arousal and approaching orgasm. I knew she would be almost frantically horny by now herself!

She addressed me as if Tiffany wasn’t even there. “God baby, you’re going to really love the way this feels; she’s so tight and wet, so hot, and my fingers just slide in and out, so slippery…oooh yeah that’s it squeeze those fingers girl, that’s it! Such a pretty clitty, all stiff and hard, sticking out like a cute little micro-penis. What happens if pretend it’s a mini-dick and stroke it, like a little bitty cock, just like this…”

Her hand had left my cock, leaving me straining skyward but unattended, and I knew she was focusing all of her attention on Tiffany’s aroused and engorged sex just as she’d said, and in a matter of seconds Tiff erupted into orgasm. “Oh god, OH GOD! Ooooh yes yes yes like that, oh my god, ohh fuck, fuck! Unnhhh, fuck!”

She strained forward, her body tight with the intensity of her climax, and she came down on me, burying her face in my neck and biting at my shoulder as she thrust her ass higher to meet Kristi’s touch. I felt her lips and teeth graze my neck, and then my collarbone as she made a few more uncontrollable and uninhibited animal sounds before collapsing on top of me, her sexual energy momentarily spent.

I gently kissed her cheek, and then her temple and her brow, and she raised up so that her lips could meet mine. It was a long kiss, sweet and searching and with nothing held back; I felt like a wall had dropped, as if Tiffany’s usual reserve, her defenses against ever allowing another man to hurt her, had suddenly fallen away. Her lips were soft and clinging, her breath sweet and warm and feminine, and as the kiss went on, becoming deeper and more demanding, our tongues danced together.

It felt, for a moment, like it was just the two of us in the world, as if everything else had faded out for a time, and I realized that Kristi had become very, very quiet. That sudden realization yanked me back, took some of my attention off of the fact Tiff had felt so good, so perfect pressed to my body, our lips locked. With a severe pang of guilt I remembered the way I had felt when Kristi had kissed Lee that way. Actually, that’s not entirely accurate; she had never kissed him that way. The kiss the two of them had shared, the one that had felt like I was being kicked in the balls, had been nowhere near as intimate and drawn out as what Tiff and I had just shared. Somehow I knew that Kristi was thinking the same thing.

I also knew that I needed to end the kiss, to try to get back to the more light-hearted and fun mood we’d all been in just moments ago, but with Tiff above me, in the superior position, it was not really up to me to break off the kiss; it truly was her move. Fortunately she must have sensed something in me, a sudden stiffness or emotional pull-back or something, and she broke contact. With her face just inches from mine I could see the confusion in her eyes, but also the ongoing need and arousal, a fire and a hunger I had not seen in her beautiful green eyes before. She seemed to quickly grasp why I had needed to pull away, remembering that Kristi was with us, but she also seemed momentarily upset and remorseful about letting herself go that way. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel bad; I didn’t want to hurt Kristi, but I certainly didn’t want Tiff’s walls to go back up again either!

I tried to ease the transition back to our former mode. “Wow, that was an incredible kiss! If you ride horses anywhere near as well as you kiss, you must be quite a sight to see.”

She gave a small, embarrassed laugh. “Actually, I ride better than I kiss.”

“I find that very hard to believe.”

She shook her head, unwilling to allow me to change the subject. “I’m sorry, that was wrong; I shouldn’t have done that. Everything was just so good, and then…”

I gently stroked her throat. “Don’t be sorry. I’m not; I felt like I was given an opportunity to really know you, with no barriers. Thank you for that.”

Kristi moved up alongside of me, so that her stunning face was near ours. “I’m not sorry either, so don’t you dare be! It was beautiful, so sexy and loving, so perfect in the moment. Please don’t regret it, that would ruin everything.”
I love Kristi more than life itself, but I think maybe I’d never loved her as much as I did at that moment. She had come to my rescue, and to Tiff’s, putting aside something that I know from experience must have been emotionally very difficult for her. She had said the perfect thing, showing a degree of love and sharing a grace and dignity that I could only hope to ever achieve, and I realized for the hundredth time that she is a better and stronger person than I am. Kristi, this amazing, incredible lady of mine, was able to show warmth and concern for Tiff where I had been able to feel only betrayal and jealousy the previous night.

Tiffany looked from her to me, and I saw tears well in her eyes. “I…I don’t know what to say…”

Kristi reached out and gently touched her face, brushing her auburn hair back before stroking her cheek. “I do. Say you’ll give me a kiss exactly like the one you just gave Adam.”

Their eyes locked for a moment, Tiffany’s bright fiery-green ones searching the smoky blue-green ocean depths of Kristi’s, and then she leaned forward and their lips met. One tear slid down her cheek and fell, landing warm and wet in the hollow of my throat, but I barely felt it, my attention fully focused on these two beautiful women just above me, sharing this moment.

Although I have no good, quantifiable way to measure it, I’m pretty sure that the kiss that Kristi received was even better than the incredibly great one Tiff had given me – and yes, I was jealous of that.

Stormy,

Thank you, you are just the prescription for what the doctor ordered. We spent all yesterday in the hospital but nice to know we have you and our stories to help pull us out of one of our low points. I think we all need to look forward to something. Specifically for me it's my angel the mrs. , your stories and your emails.

love this story because it is taking place in our stomping grounds one of the most beautiful places on the face of this world. However your words are the best frame that could be put on this picture we call Lake Powell.

stormy remind me to tell you our story someday.

All you readers out there, if you haven't visited the lake put it on your bucket list, you will not be sorry that you did. I think stormy would agree with me.
watcherdoit4fun

Stormy,

this segment was the perfect tonic for nasty rainy day. I think I need to turn on the A/C instead of the heat. Thanks you for getting back to us.

Stormy,
Yet again you have taken my breath away with the power of your writing. I didn't think I could be more desirous of Kristi until you had her say what she did to Tiff. Very, very good. I'm glad you are back. Don't rush at it. If its all this good, we can only take it in small doses !

Stormy,
Great to have you back. I can assure you that you have been missed. Another great segment! Your detail transports the read into your stories. I look forward to each addition.
Thank You,
JJ.

Damn Storm

I do believe that was the best piece of writing from you that I have ever read. On so many levels it was magnificent. It was funny, hot and touching. I kept thinking that I would include the paragraph I was reading as an example of why it was so good and then I'd read the next one and it was even better.

I again take my hat off to you. You are the master.

Thanks

GH

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watcher and Mrs., thanks. Glad I could help. If reading the story helped you to forget and eased your worries, even if it was only for a few moments, then the whole thing has been worthwhile. I hope all continues to go OK with you and yours.

Timmy and jj, thanks to each of you. Sorry it's been so long between, just a busy time right now. I am enjoying getting back to it, so the time off was worthwhile!

peak, thank you. You are always one of the most honest, discerning and protective readers on here, and I appreciate your support, your opinions, and your friendship.

Thanks GH. Very kind words, but I'm afraid I'll have to settle for being the master's apprentice - and you know what? I'm perfectly OK with that! Now, with some of my chores done and this section posted, I have to get caught up on my reading...
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They lingered, they touched, and eventually they separated with a little nuzzling gentleness and intimacy that is, I think, unique to women, something that a man and a woman together could not duplicate; I thought about that later, and reached the conclusion that it’s because men rarely ever give themselves like that, with total abandon and nothing held back, with pure and unreserved trust and spontaneity. The other possibility, one that I don’t care to accept or even consider, is that women can’t ever give themselves to a man in that same way because they know, deep inside, that we have too great of a capacity to cause them pain – not in the physical sense, although Tiff had certainly experienced that as well, but in the emotional sense.

Not that most of us would, or at least not intentionally, but we have a tendency sometimes to be, shall we say, less than sensitive; or, we could be totally honest and say that we men, as a species, are sometimes rather blunt and hurtful without even realizing it. That’s probably both more honest and more accurate. And then of course there are those guys like Tiffany’s not-quite ex-husband that are genuine assholes, that give the rest of us a bad name and that women are entirely too aware are out there, and for which so many of them keep their guard up, causing the rest of us to have to work so much harder for genuine intimacy and trust. But like I said, I saved all that fancy philosophizing for later; right now the two of them were slowly separating, and it was time to stop being a voyeur and get back in the game!

Tiff looked at Kristi, her expression slightly dazed as she slid her hand across Kristi’s shoulder, eventually stopping with her fingers tangled in my lady’s soft honey curls, lightly touching her graceful neck and the angle of her jaw. “Mmmm, wow! I have to say that this is all very nice and very amazing, but it’s all been so loving and beautiful and just so, so…well, just not exactly what I was expecting when we talked about this.”

Kristi smiled and leaned her face into Tiff’s hand, rubbing her cheek on her fingers. “Me either; what were you expecting?”

“I don’t know, really, never having done this before; I guess I’m not really sure. I suppose I was expecting to get laid by this big lug, for one thing, and probably a lot more grunting and moaning and thrusting and things like that. I mean, that is kind of more in line with what we talked about, right?”

I slid my hands up her sides, letting my palms slide over the soft, bulging sides of her breasts. “Hey, not to spoil the moment or anything, but the big lug is in full agreement with that part of the plan too – I’m just waiting for further instructions!”

They both laughed, and Kristi moved back alongside of us, taking my aching erection in her hand. “Mmmm, it seems he’s not only willing, but extremely able! We might as well put this thing to use – it’s not doing anyone any good just waving around in the air. I suppose we could put Christmas lights on it…”

“I have a better idea.” Tiff grinned and moved back slightly – not much, as she was already in a pretty good position – but enough that when Kristi guided me to her soft, wet, swollen pussy lips the sensation was enough to make me groan with pleasure. She smiled down at me. “You gonna make it? You’re not even in yet, you know.”

“No, I know, but you feel so good, so warm and wet. Amazing!” I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of Kristi gripping my cock as she moved the sensitive head of it slowly up and down against Tiff’s aroused pussy, between her hot and ready lips, slowly lubricating each of us and getting us ready. I was sure I was leaking considerable amounts of pre-cum by now, doing my part to add to the slickness, but it was apparent that Tiff didn’t need my help; she was more than wet enough for me to enter her.

She didn’t need my help to make that happen either; she and Kristi managed just fine on their own, almost as if they knew how this whole sex thingy was supposed to work! Tiff pushed back against me when she was ready, and Kristi guided me into her hot, tight grip. She took me almost half-way in before rising slightly and then pushing back once again, taking my entire length until I was buried within her, her soft downy curls pressed to my coarser, denser ones.

We both shuddered with the intensity of the sensation of our bodies joined; I felt her contract herself on me, squeezing, and when I took a deep breath there was a definite shudder to that as well. She looked down at me. “Are you going to be able to make it the full eight seconds?”

My small chuckle came out as part-groan, part-laugh. “I thought it was the rider that had to stay on the full eight seconds.”

She moved her hips slightly, eliciting another groan from me. She nodded. “Yeah, that’s right stud, but the rider can’t score any points if the bull don’t perform.”

“I think I’m probably good for at least ten seconds - maybe even twelve, but go easy with the spurs.”

She smiled at that, then leaned forward and nuzzled my neck before softly saying “Yeee-haaa!” into my ear and beginning to move, rising and falling, twisting her body and rocking her hips as she worked my cock inside of her, moving in ways that felt best to her and at the same time focusing my attention like a laser on what she was doing to me and the intense sensations she was creating. It was incredible, her pussy slick and snug, every bit as enjoyable as Kristi had assured me it would be!

Speaking of Kristi – and no, I hadn’t forgotten she was in the room; almost, but not quite - she chose that moment to belly-flop on the bed next to me and give me a kiss, even as Tiff rode my hips. “So, are we enjoying ourselves?”

I kissed her back, taking the opportunity to nibble her lower lip. “Well, we certainly are; I don’t know about you.”

“Oh, definitely! But I know a way that I could enjoy myself even more.”

“Really? And what might that be?”

She raised one eyebrow mischievously. “I’ll give you a hint and we’ll see if you can figure it out.” She rose to her knees and swung one leg over my head, giving me an excellent view of her wet, aroused, smoothly shaven pussy. I was already beginning to get a pretty good idea of what she had in mind, and she confirmed it by lowering herself to my waiting lips, adjusting her position so that my tongue and lips could touch her right where she needed me.

I was completely unsurprised to discover that I had been correct in my assumption that all of the sexual goings-on had left her horny, wet and ready for action. He pussy was hot and slick, her lips swollen with lust, her arousal juices flowing freely, and I lapped and nuzzled at her cunt as she slowly moved against my lips. I felt as much as heard her low, deep moan of satisfaction, and when my tongue searched for and found her hard little button of delight I felt the tremor run through her as she ground herself against my face. I grabbed her tight little bottom with my hands and held her to me, the tip of my nose pressed tightly to the tiny puckered rosebud of her ass as my tongue darted into her wet sex.

The way she had straddled me, facing toward Tiffany, the insides of her calves, just above her ankles, were pressed to my ears, but still I could hear her and Tiff murmuring to each other. I couldn’t really make out much of what they were saying, but it didn’t take a lot of imagination to create in my mind a picture of them kissing and touching, two very beautiful women in a very Sapphic mental image that quite possibly was more what I wanted to believe than what was actually happening!

Whatever, it didn’t matter; I was in heaven at that moment, Tiff riding my cock, taking me deep so that her ass pressed to my scrotum each time she drove down on me and I could feel her rock forward to rub her protruding clit against my pubic bone, and Kristi riding above me over my face, our intimate familiarity with each other allowing us to move together in a way that was deeply rewarding for both of us.

I moved my hands up the smooth, warm skin of Kristi’s sides, pausing above her hips to wrap them around her waist, my fingertips not missing encircling her by very much. I pressed my fingers to her hard abdominal muscles, feeling them move and flex as she writhed above me, my thumbs digging slightly into her back, just above her hips, as I held her to me, torturing her aroused sex with my tongue. My hands continued their journey upwards, feeling the smooth ridges of thin muscle that covered her ribs, and then forward to feel her breasts – where they encountered another pair of hands – obviously Tiffany’s – already busily doing a little exploring of their own!

I put my hands over Tiffany’s much smaller ones, allowing her to continue fondling Kristi’s firm breasts and playing with her sensitive nipples, but also letting myself feel exactly what she was doing, pacing my oral attentions to match Tiff’s exploring fingers. I pushed my tongue into Kristi’s needy heat, and then flicked it across the hard bud of her clit and felt her body tense as she approached orgasm. I don’t know how much of the credit for Kristi’s sudden climax goes to me and how much to Tiff (although I’m inclined to take the lion’s share – it was my tongue on her magic button, if you’ll recall) but Kristi’s legs clamped onto the sides of my head and her body thrust down onto my face, demanding satisfaction. It wasn’t one of those earth-shattering, eyes-rolling-back-in-the-head kinds of orgasms, but I do think she was satisfied; she is the one that maintains that there is no such thing as a bad orgasm, after all!

Kristi held herself there for a few moments as she enjoyed her orgasm, her body pushed down tightly to my lips as the spasms rocked her. She wasn’t trying to suffocate me, I don’t believe, but was doing a pretty effective job of it nonetheless. The world wasn’t exactly going dark by the time she moved and allowed me to breathe, but there may have been a few stars shooting about; not that there’s anything wrong with that! I’ve always thought it was worth the expense of a few brain cells being destroyed by oxygen deprivation in order to make a beautiful woman that happy, although some people (Ronnie!) would argue that there is growing evidence that I’ve perhaps been too often too eager to please.

Her most urgent need met, Kristi moved from above me, snuggling in alongside and pressing her lips to mine, her tongue seeking and tasting her own honey. “Mmm, you taste like pussy!”

“Pure coincidence; I assure you I’m not one.” Kristi rewarded my weak attempt at humor with a brilliant smile and a small shake of her head before lying back against my shoulder and looking up at the incredibly sexy cowgirl that was above us, impaled on my cock. Tiff continued to slowly ride me, using my body in whatever way would bring her the most pleasure. Her eyes were closed, and small moans and other satisfied sounds escaped her slightly parted lips from time to time.

As for me, I was in heaven! Tiffany’s pussy was tight around me, hot and slick on my sensitive cock. There was an orgasm slowly growing inside of me, that pressure of anticipation building and demanding to be noticed, but it wasn’t imminent, not in a way that was going to leave me embarrassed and possibly all of us disappointed. I was relieved about that, because I’m not always sure I’m going to be able to hold back, and had been especially unsure in this situation! Between the amazing sensations that Tiff was creating and having Kristi’s long, lean, sexy frame pressed to me, the taste of her in my mouth and her golden locks flung across my chest, neck, and shoulder, it was a very memorable moment.

Together the two of us watched Tiff for perhaps a minute or so, enjoying her sounds and the expressions of pure pleasure on her face as she continued to take me inside of her. Apparently it was becoming more intense for her because, although her eyes remained closed, she was now biting her lower lip and her breathing was becoming quite ragged. In addition, I could feel her body tighten and her pussy gripping me each time she would rise up.

I moved my hands to her hips, holding her as I began to flex my own hips, actively thrusting into her. Kristi, not to be entirely left out, began to play with Tiff’s large, erect nipples, allowing them to bump across her fingertips with Tiffany’s motions. I don’t know which of us it was, but one of us was apparently the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back because Tiff’s orgasm crashed into us like a wave on the rocks, her head thrown back and body rigid as she slammed down on me. It started with an “Ohhh GOD!” and turned into an unintelligible “Uunnngh-uunnngh-uunnngh-ohhh-fuck!” , the sounds in time with me thrusting into her.

I’m fairly sure that having me inside of her was the major factor in Tiff’s climax, but due to the timing I will credit Kristi with an assist. The next one – or, actually, I should say two, as my own orgasm also arrived quite suddenly – I have to credit mostly to Kristi. Apparently inspired by the intensity of Tiffany’s orgasm, Kristi got back in the game by rising smoothly to her knees alongside the gasping woman and bending forward to take one of those great nipples into her mouth. At the same time she thrust her left hand between me and Tiff where we were joined, her fingers finding Tiff’s large, aroused clit and masturbating her to entirely new heights.

Not to let her right hand go to waste, Kristi allowed it to sneak down Tiffany’s back and tickle the narrow cleft of her ass until it found my aching balls, whereupon she squeezed and rolled and tugged and teased, her gentle abuse of my testicles stopping just at the breakpoint between pleasure and pain. Entirely merciless, her middle finger soon found that sensitive spot just behind my scrotum and stroked for a moment before moving back a fraction and pressing insistently into my asshole.

That did it, that was all she wrote, and, dam broken, I groaned and thrust upward, spurting helplessly into Tiff, flooding her with my pent-up seed. Fortunately Kristi’s fingers and my spasming cock had much the same effect on her, and she came again, hard and deep, crying out and writhing against me as we shared one of those rare, intense simultaneous orgasms where you feel, for just a few moments, as if your two bodies actually become one. I don’t know if Kristi had intended to create something like that or not when she did what she did, but…damn!

As I collapsed back helplessly on the bed, totally limp, and Tiffany collapsed on top of me, I made a mental note to check inside of her later to see if any of my vital internal organs had shot out of me with my cum. I wasn’t worried about my spleen or my appendix - I knew I could live without those – but if it was my liver, or something else equally important, I figured I’d probably want it back at some point. It seemed like a very real possibility.

WOW - lessons in psychology and sex all wrapped up in one hot story.

Thanks you Stormy - well worth the wait.

That is what I like about this story - no matter how long you take to come back to it - reasons don't matter - you always come back with a "bang".

Good job you didn't give her your heart then isn't it. Perhaps she could wear it on her sleeve though.

Yet another great section Stormy. I do appreciate it. Really good.

Stormy,
Wow, what a ride. You have raised Kristi’s character up several levels. Another outstanding segment.
It great to have you back and I really enjoy your work. It’s the detail that makes it great!
JJ.

Now that was a serious sex scene.

Thanks

GH and Lisa

Stormy,

What can we say that hasn't already been said, and much more eloquently than me and the mrs. Could ever do. What we just had to say is thank you for not only inspiring two lovers but for making us want to get to know the genius and loving man behind so many wonderful stories.

As blessed as we are all to be entertained by your talents. The whole world would be at a bigger loss to not have known you as a person. As we already knew, your family, friends and life experiences have come together into one great guy. Thanks again for opening your heart and letting us get to know you.

Your friends!
watcherdoit4fun

Thanks Timmy - but if it came from me it doesn't qualify as psychology - psycho-babble, perhaps.

Thanks peak. I think his heart was in it, but not IN IT, if you know what I mean.

jj, I appreciate the comment. Like we talked about, Kristi is something special, but maybe with just a little bit of a dark side.

GH, thanks. Hope you and Lisa are doing well. I'll bet it's starting to get warm there already, but it should be great golf weather!

watcher and Mrs. watcher, thanks. I really appreciate the very kind words, but am not entirely sure what I did to deserve them - or if I can live up to them! Shoot, all I do is put a few words down on paper...well, not on paper, exactly, but you catch my drift. I do appreciate your support, and it has been my privilege (on so many levels!) to have the opportunity to get to know you better.
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I could feel Tiff breathing heavily as she lay on top of me, her body warm and flushed with a light sheen of sex sweat, her inhalations nearly matching my own. Her cheek was against my collarbone, the top of her head tucked under my chin. One of her hands crept up to the top of my shoulder and she gripped me there, using the leverage to move up just slightly. With her movements I felt myself slip just a little bit from her tight sex, but I was still too hard to slide completely out of her.

As she finally began to catch her breath she groaned. “Unnhh, holy crap! Now that was more in line with what I was expecting. Let me catch my breath and then we can see about finishing you up too.”

Surprised by that, under the assumption that she was aware that I had come when she did, I glanced down, but could see only the top of her head. “Umm, I don’t know how to tell you this, but you already finished me up, as you put it.”

She pushed up off my chest and stared at me in horror. “What? You came inside of me? Without even checking with me? Oh my god, this is my most fertile time!”

I heard Kristi say “Uh-oh!”, but didn’t look away from Tiff’s flashing eyes. She seemed upset. I was stunned. “What do you mean? I didn’t…I mean, I just sort of assumed…I thought…that you…”

Tiff broke down. For a moment I thought she was crying, but no; she was laughing, and I was pretty sure it was at my expense. She confirmed my suspicions. “Relax, I’m just jerking you around! You should have seen your face, that was classic! Not to fear, my well-hung friend, I’ve got the bases covered. I’ve got one of those fancy devices inside of me, I think the brand name is something like ‘PregMeNot’ or something like that.” I had to laugh – mostly in relief - at her description of what was apparently an IUD, and Tiff was still laughing at me.

Kristi seemed to find the whole thing hysterically funny as well, and I suppose I probably will too, some day. At that moment I found myself waiting – for the second time in just a few minutes – for my heart rate to drop back to a survivable pace.

Tiff leaned down and kissed me, then rose up and looked down at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re a sweet guy, and sexy, and you do have an incredible cock, but you really are as gullible as Kristi said you were.”

I frowned, unsure how – or if – to respond. “Uhh, thank you? I think...maybe.”

She laughed again. “Did you really think I couldn’t tell when you were cumming? That thing was jumping around inside of me like a snake with its tail in a light socket! Which felt really nice, by the way.”

Kristi grimaced. "Ew, that's a disturbing image!"

I ignored her as I shook my head, still staring at Tiffany. “So you decided to pay me back by freaking me out. Nice. See if I ever let you have sex with me again!”

Tiff feigned disappointment. “Really? How about if I apologize? I was really hoping that we might get to have an instant replay.”

I eagerly agreed. “Well OK! I mean, it won’t be instant, but as soon as I can, I’m up for it – you know, figuratively speaking. Literally too, I suppose.”

Kristi chuckled as she leaned forward, pressing herself to Tiff’s back and looking down at me over the other woman’s shoulder, her fingers touching and exploring Tiffany’s naked body as if she couldn’t quite get enough of it. “Well, that wasn’t what you’d call a protracted negotiation! Way to stand firm, Adam; Good thing you’re not easy, right champ?”

I smiled up at her. “Hey, what can I say? I’m just a forgiving kind of guy, I guess.”

“You’re just a horny kind of guy.”

“Yeah, that too. Can’t I be both?”

She ignored me and turned her attention to Tiff instead. “Good thing you were kidding about that whole preggo thing, because we now have proof that he ain’t shootin’ blanks, and he really did fill you up. You should see, you’ve already got cum leaking out of you, even though he’s still in. Both of you are a big ol’ sexy, slippery mess!”

Tiff nodded. “I thought that might be the case; it sure felt like it! Mmm, cream-filled - I guess we can just slap a little chocolate frosting on me and call me an éclair.” A little light bulb seemed to go on over her head, and she turned to look at Kristi. “Hey, do you have a camera?”

Kristi frowned. “Yeah, sure – it’s around here somewhere – oh, and I’ll have you know that I used to really enjoy éclairs, so thanks a lot for that mental image!”

“You don’t look like you’ve ever eaten an éclair in your life. Is your camera digital?”

“Of course. And I have so, I love ‘em; I just have a high metabolic rate.”

My head was spinning just a bit, which may have been from the recent spike in my own metabolic rate, but was more probably from trying to follow them as they carried on two separate conversations at once. I had a pretty good idea why Tiff wanted the pictures, but Kristi was as yet unaware of her special scrapbook, her revenge collection.

The ball was currently in Tiffany’s court, so she hit it back. “Now every time you have one you’ll remember this moment. Quick, grab your camera and get a few shots of us like this, while we’re still together, OK?”

Kristi shrugged. “Sure, I suppose, but what…”

Tiff interrupted her. “I’ll explain later, just hurry, OK – before Adam goes limp and slides out!”

It was a little bit disconcerting to have them discussing me “going limp”, almost as if I wasn’t there in the room as they pointed out a male shortcoming of some sort, but then I knew that both of these women were experienced enough to just take it as a normal and natural function, a built-in limitation that most men have that requires at least a little bit of recovery time after an orgasm. Of course, that didn’t mean that they liked it!

On the other hand, I knew that they didn’t mean anything derogatory or hurtful by it, but it was still just a bit embarrassing to have it pointed out, especially in such obvious juxtaposition to their ability – and apparent willingness - to just go on and on. I’m not sure why men and women are so different on that score; it seems like millions of years of evolution might have worked out a more evenly balanced arrangement. But then, if that were the case, when would we ever get anything accomplished? For that matter, the entire process of evolution might have ceased at that point!

As I pondered the possible evolutionary ramifications of an eons-old adaptation favoring priapism, Kristi rolled to her feet and crossed to the dresser, finding our camera in the second drawer she searched. I heard the click-clunk of the lens sliding out as she turned it on, and a faint whine of the flash charging up as she moved to stand near our feet. “Oooh, this is going to make a great shot! Do you want to keep your faces hidden, or is it OK if they show in some of these?”

Tiff turned and looked back at her over her shoulder. “Yeah, show me for sure! I’ll want my husband to be able to recognize me.”

Kristi paused. “Your husband? I don’t…” She sounded puzzled.

“Just shoot, I’ll explain in a minute.”

I spoke up. “If anyone’s interested, I’d prefer to stay anonymous - thanks very much.”

Kristi started taking photos, the small flash glaringly bright in the small room, but she laughed as she shot. “You won’t be anonymous to anyone that’s seen you with your pants off big boy – but then I guess that select group doesn’t really matter.” I assume she was kidding; nobody can recognize a man just by his penis – barring anything unique like a tattoo, or perhaps a Smurf-blue cock or some weird deformity, I suppose. Lord knows we have a lifelong fascination with our penises, but they just aren’t that unique, in my humble opinion.

As I could not see the camera, or even very much of Kristi, I had to assume that my face was not in the photos. Tiff made it a point to look toward the camera, smiling and making various expressions of arousal. Her faked ones were not as convincing as her real ones, but she looked appropriately wanton and slutty, I suppose. She even reached back and had Kristi take a few shots of her fingers stroking the exposed few inches of my cum-slick shaft and fondling my balls, and when I did eventually lose enough stiffness that her movements caused me to slip out of her tight, slick tunnel, Kristi got a couple of shots of that too, and a couple more of my semen spilling out of her and onto my stomach.

That chore accomplished, Kristi put the camera on the dresser and Tiff slid off of me to lie alongside. Kristi joined us, flanking me on the opposite side, and Tiff proceeded to explain to her about the collection of x-rated pictures that she was building in an effort to not just humiliate her loser husband, but to convince him to finally sign the papers that would make him her ex-husband.

I could see that the entire situation piqued Kristi’s curiosity, and she rose up on one elbow to look across my body at Tiff. “Why won’t he sign the papers?”

Tiff sighed. “Because he’s an asshole, I suppose.”

Kristi chuckled. “Well yeah, I knew that already from things you’ve said about him and the things he did to you, but he knows it’s over, right?”

Tiff nodded. “Oh yes! He knows he can’t ever dare to even show his face around me or any of our friends again. Seriously, he’d be beaten to a pulp – if he was lucky!”

“Then I don’t get it; what does he gain by keeping you tied down? I mean, it keeps him just as shackled, and there’s no upside in it for him.”

I slid my arm under Kristi and pulled her against my side, nuzzling her neck and feeling her soft hair fall into my face. “You’re thinking like the broker you are babe, not like the asshole he is. You’re talking about gain, and upside, and that kind of logical stuff, and all he’s thinking about is continuing to make Tiff’s life as miserable as he can – even from hundreds of miles away. It’s how he gets his jollies; probably makes him feel like a big, tough man.”

She thought about that for a few seconds, frowning in concentration. “So does still being married to him – even if it is only technically – slow you down a whole lot?”

Tiffany smiled wistfully. “I guess not, not really. It just makes me feel like I’ve got this big weight always hanging over me, like I’ll never get to put that part of my life completely behind me and move on. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I think I do. I can understand that.” Kristi frowned again, and I could almost hear the wheels start turning in her head. She’s never been one to stand aside and let a deal close itself if there were any steps she could take to push it to completion, and I sensed that she had taken on Tiff’s cause as a personal challenge. She confirmed my suspicions with her next few questions.

“Do you know where he is?”

“Yeah, more or less. I don’t think he’d be too difficult to track down.”

“Was he any good in the sack?”

Tiff looked at her, clearly puzzled. “Why?”

“Just bear with me for a minute. Was he any good? Was he hung?”

Obviously still confused by the line of questioning, Tiff answered her. “Well, I used to think he hung the moon, but then, I didn’t have a lot of experience to draw on. Now, in retrospect, I guess I have to admit that he wasn’t all that swell.” Kristi and I both laughed at her admission – or, more accurately, at the way she phrased it. She looked at us oddly, but went on. “As far as being well-endowed, no, not particularly. Nothing like this guy here, for sure! For that matter, it wasn’t something you’d brag about to your friends on girls’ night out either. “

“Good. Do you have any pictures of him that you can give me? Nude pictures, I mean?”

Tiff frowned, trying to remember. “Yeah, I think so, somewhere. We had a few picture-taking sessions back when we still loved each other; I think I have a disc somewhere with them on it. I might even have a few on my computer still. That stuff is all at home of course, but I can email it to you.”

Kristi grinned coldly. “Perfect! You and me are about to start a serious humiliation campaign, and your loser hubby will never know what hit him! He’s going to come crawling to you, begging you to let him sign those papers just to get you to quit, to let up on him.”

Tiffany finally seemed to be getting at least some idea where Kristi was going with all of her questions, and she brightened, clearly intrigued. “Tell me what you have in mind. This sounds like it could be fun!”

“Oh, don’t worry, it will be. You’ll see. Do you know his email address, or is he on Facebook or anything?”

Tiff shrugged. “Well, of course I knew his email, but he may have changed it – he probably did. I’m sure I can get his email from somebody, maybe his mom or one of his old friends, but he wouldn’t be involved in any of that other stuff. He’s not very technically oriented.”

Kristi nodded. “No matter, all we really need is an email address – and those of his friends, and maybe people he works with.” She looked at me. “Hey, as long as you’re just sitting there with all your best parts out of commission for now - and really not contributing much to the conversation either - why don’t you go get us some drinks?” She smiled as she said it, letting me know that she was teasing and not being unnecessarily blunt.

“Gosh, how could I refuse when you asked so nicely?! But drinks, really? It’s, like, four in the morning!”

“Not booze type drinks, silly! Juice, or waters, or Cokes or something.”

“Oh. But Coke, at this hour? Yuck – I think I could drink a Scotch easier.” I looked at Tiff. “Any preference?”

She gave me a smile. “Juice, please; anything is fine, whatever we have. You took a lot out of me!”

Kristi laughed. “Actually, he put a lot into you. But yeah, that kind of activity does leave one thirsty. Well, you heard the lady, what are you waiting for?”

I sat up and gave a mock salute. “Yes ma’am, as you say ma’am!”

Tiffany laughed at us. “It’s kind of nice to be waited on, that’s usually my job.”

I scooted off the bed and rose to my feet. “No problem gorgeous, got it covered. As my sweet love so gently pointed out, I’m about as useful as tits on a bull at the moment, and I can’t hope to match her vengeful creativity, so I’ll leave you two to your plotting.” I crossed to the bathroom and took a moment to wash myself off. I was a rather sticky, slippery, cum-covered mess, and didn’t want to leave a trail of drippings out to the galley.

When I re-entered the room I picked up my shorts from the chair, and Kristi laughed. “Hey, Mr. Modest; who do you think is going to see you?”

I paused. I had grabbed them more out of habit than anything, but she had a point. Everyone was sound asleep, for one thing, and for another, even if they weren’t there was nobody on-board that had not seen me naked already. I dropped them and headed for the door, but Kristi stopped me. “Aren’t you going to ask what I want?”

“Nah; you’ll get whatever I bring you, wench, and you’ll enjoy it.”

She giggled. “Ooohh, it makes me so horny when you pretend to be tough! Orange juice please – with ice.”

I shook my head and turned to leave. As I opened the door I heard Kristi ask “Do you know how to work Photoshop, to alter pictures?” Tiff must have shook her head no, because Kristi went on; “No matter, I do, and I’m good at it. However small your boy’s cock is, it’s about to get a whole lot smaller!”

I shook my head as I walked down the hall, wondering if Tiffany’s ex was sleeping peacefully somewhere, completely unaware of the shit-storm that would soon be released upon him.

Geez, even the links are good Stormy. I think because we all know these characters so well by now, and this is such a great story. Good to see you back again by the way.

Howdy Storm,

Just got back on the forum after a lengthy absence. Work has been consuming me here lately, but I'm not complaining, I feel blessed to have a good job right now. Just no time for all my other favorite activities such as reading these great stories on this forum.

I feel bad for not contributing to all the well wishers along the way, but let me throw my two cents in here and tell you that I really enjoyed these last few segments. It's good to see Kristi hanging back and letting Adam be the center of attention for once. Your writing is just fabulous, I think I might have mentioned that once or twice before. Thanks for all your hard work, it's greatly appreciated.

TrF2

Stormy,

that was a very entertaining segment. Had to laugh out several time.

Sure would never want to piss of Kristi

Stormy,
Another outstanding segment. Timmy is right. I sure would not want Kristi pissed at me. I’ve got to admit I have fallen for Kristi a little dark and all! Thanks for writing.
JJ.

time for a bump

Thanks peak, it's good to be back. It will be spotty until scheduled things work out, but I am enjoying it again.

Trf2! Hey buddy, thanks and welcome back! I was wondering what became of you, starting to get worried! I completely understand how life sometimes interferes with our pursuit of pleasure - been having a bit of that problem myself. Oh well, hope all is well with you, and thanks again for the very kind words.

Timmy and jj thanks. I realized (with some help) that over time I had made Kristi a bit unpleasant, which was not my intent. She's a strong and very smart lady, with a mind of her own, but not a total bitch! Adam wouldn't abide that.

Thanks again to all the readers and (especially) those that take a moment to comment. It is much appreciated!
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Pausing for a moment in the narrow hall to let my eyes adjust to the darkness, I took a deep breath and slowly blew it out. It had been a very interesting night thus far, certainly something that I had not expected – and recent developments did help to explain why Kristi had been less than eager for a roll in the hay when we had turned in last night. Since she had planned such a nice surprise for me, I was really glad that I had not gotten all pissy about her rejecting my advances! It had definitely seemed strange and more than a little out of character at the time though.

Thinking about how much I had enjoyed being with the two of them, I reached down and stroked my cock a few times, enjoying the heavy, rubbery feel of its post-ejaculatory thickness. I resolved then and there that when I returned to the room it would be time to commence some serious oral activities. With three of us involved I wasn’t quite sure what form those activities might take, or just who might end up with their mouth on what, but I was pretty sure that everyone would find something fun with which to occupy themselves.

As soon as my eyes adjusted enough to see in the dim light I made my way down the hall, somehow managing to avoid stubbing my toes or falling over anything. I rounded the corner into the main lounge and then into the galley, where I switched on the light over the sink so that I could see to find some glasses and to pour drinks.

When I did so, I was startled by a small exclamation from across the room. “Hey! Who turned on the lights?”

As startled as the speaker might have been, her voice had much the same effect on me, and I jumped about a foot before I turned to look. There on the sofa on the other side of the lounge were Trell and Grace, both entirely naked! With her kneeling between his legs licking her lips and his erect, saliva-slick cock in her hand it didn’t take a master sleuth to figure out that I had walked in on her giving him a blowjob.

“Uhh, sorry! I didn’t know anyone was out here; I needed to get some drinks from the fridge.”

Trell waved me off nonchalantly. “Nah, no problem man. We're just gettin' it on, just ignore us.”

“Uh, yeah, sure. I’ll try to hurry up and get out of your way.” I turned around and retrieved glasses from the cabinet, but as I did, a thought occurred to me. Actually, two thoughts: The first was that I was as naked as they were; the second was…”Hey, what are you doing out here? You’ve got your own room; you could have gone there you know!”

Grace just laughed. “We were headed there, but this was as far as we got.”

I nodded. “Ah, yeah, I understand. Do your parents know you’re here?”

She rose smoothly to her feet and began to advance on me, her movements sinuous and sexy. “Why? Are you planning to tell them? I am an adult you know!”

For some strange reason I found myself backing away from her, and soon found myself stuck in a corner, backed against a cabinet. It was odd, because there was nothing even remotely threatening about her; in fact, just the opposite! I knew she was nineteen, but she looked so young and innocent and perfect that she could have as easily been fifteen or sixteen. She was smallish, and slender to the point of being willowy, with wide eyes and long, straight hair. Her breasts were not large, but on her slender frame they seemed impressively so, and her pale pink nipples, barely darker than her skin, stood at attention, tiny but proud.

Her stomach was lean and flat, tapering in below her breasts until it flared again slightly at her hips, and her pussy was smoothly shaved, with just a hint of her narrow female cleft peeking out between her thighs. Her legs were long and shapely, everything taut and smooth. She was utterly captivating, stunning, at that moment in her life where she was as beautiful and flawless and perfect as she would ever be, and it nearly took my breath away. It was just…well, she looked so damn young! Maybe that was why I’d backed away from her; whatever it was, now I was trapped!

In sharp contrast to her sweet and innocent appearance, there was something very confident – almost aggressive – in her approach. She stopped directly in front of me, less than two feet away, and with one hand and a flip of her head she tossed her hair back, out of her face. She looked directly into my eyes for a moment, her gaze disconcertingly direct, and then let her eyes travel down my body, pausing for an uncomfortably long time at my groin. I resisted the urge to cover myself with my hands and cower in shame, like the old paintings of that other Adam and his Eve being kicked out of the garden, and when she again met my eyes there was a small, knowing smile on her face.

“Do you always wander around naked?” Her smile widened, and I could see a playful look in her eyes.

I shook my head. “Uhh, no, not always. You?”

She shrugged her shoulders, and I was acutely aware of the resulting rise and fall of her firm breasts. “Whenever I can. I like being naked.”

“Yes, I can see that. Me too, but I’ve been given to understand that most of the establishments back home – you know, restaurants and stores and stuff – tend to frown on it.”

She laughed, a light, lilting sound. “Yeah, too bad, right? It’s a good look for you. You've got a great cock!”

I was aware that Trell had risen to his feet and crossed the room to where he now stood just a few feet behind her. Although I mostly had eyes only for Grace, I was also aware that his dark penis was extremely erect, pointing so rigidly upward that it curved back toward his well-muscled stomach above his heavy and low-hung ballsack. Clearly he was anticipating a quick return to where they’d been before I had so rudely interrupted! To my further embarrassment, I felt myself begin to blush at her off-hand compliment.

I rushed to cover it. “It’s a good look for you too; you’re stunning, beautiful…but you look so damn young! What are you, about twelve??”

She laughed again, and then gave her tits a gentle shake. “I didn’t have these when I was twelve! They were barely starting to bud!” Her bold, self-confident, completely unabashed sexuality seemed far beyond her years.

“All right, sixteen then. Whatever, you’re kind of freaking me out here!”

She seemed to find that very funny, and when she’d stopped laughing she said “Really? It’s just me, I can’t be that scary! In fact, I was kind of hoping maybe you wanted to join us for awhile.”

Trell seemed less enthused with that idea, and he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back against him. I knew that his hard cock would be nestled between her tight little butt cheeks, and when she pumped her hips, grinding her bottom against him, I knew she liked the feel of him there. He looked at me, but spoke to her. “Don’t I get a vote?”

She glanced back at him. “Oh come on! It would be fun!”

Before they could argue any further about it, I interrupted. “As lovely as that sounds – and it does, in a freakishly scary sort of way – I have a prior commitment. I do appreciate the offer though.”

As if noticing them for the first time, her eyes dropped to the glasses I’d lined up on the counter, taking in the fact that there were three of them. “Oh. Ohh, of course! Wow, three glasses? Who’s in there with you?”

“Umm, Kristi and Tiffany, if you really need to know.” I’d had no obligation to tell her, and recognized that I was bragging – maybe just a little!

Trell grinned and gave me a high-five, which I met. “My man! You be one bad mofo!”

Grace grinned broadly. “Wow, Tiff and Kristi, both at once! I’m impressed – but try not to strain anything, OK? You could pull a groin muscle or something. You’re not a young guy anymore you know!”

I laughed. “Yeah, thanks, I appreciate your concern. I really should be getting back, before they find out they don’t really need me anymore, you know what I mean?”

They both laughed, and she waved Trell back to the sofa. As he wandered away, scratching his hip with one hand, his rock-hard erection wagging in front of him, she opened the fridge. “I’ll help you, since I’ve been giving you such a hard time and you were such a good sport. What are we having?”

“Uh, let’s see; juices, two orange, one apple, all with ice. I can get them you know, if you want to get back to what you were doing.”

“No, it’s OK. I was just sucking his cock, and we were on our second time around anyhow, so it’s not quite so urgent.” She put ice in each of the glasses, while I poured and simultaneously pondered her totally unashamed sexuality and her “second time around” remark, marveling at Trell’s seemingly never–ending ability to maintain his erection. Task finished, she stood and faced me again, drying her hands on a small towel. When she dropped it back on the counter, with absolutely no warning she reached out and grabbed my cock!

That’s a guaranteed startle maneuver under any circumstances, but with her hands frigid from the ice she’d just handled it was especially effective, and I jumped and let out an involuntary gasp. “Grace, jeez! Don’t do that!”

She laughed, enjoying my discomfiture. “Oh come on, all guys like this, right?”

Truth be told, now that I was used to her cold hand it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Still…”Mmm, yeah, theoretically. Not now though - and besides, you already have someone waiting for you, as do I.”

“He can wait. As for you, I’m just helping your cause, right?” When I didn’t answer, she went on. “Yours is really big! That was always the worst thing about going to the nudist camps with my parents. I was always so curious why these things were so different – big and little, short ones, long ones, thick ones, skinny ones, droopy little foreskins and not – but I could never handle them and explore all the differences. Now I can!”

“Yeah, I suppose that’s true, but not this one.” I gently disengaged her hand from my cock, which had begun to harden and thicken in response to her touch despite my discomfort with the whole thing. “Seriously Grace, this isn’t right. Does your father know you’re here?”

“Why? Are you afraid of my dad?”

“Honestly? A little bit, yeah, but I have no reason to be. I was thinking of Trell.”

She glanced at him, then back to me. “He wouldn’t hurt anyone, especially Trell. He knows I’m and adult now, and sexually active. He just doesn’t like to think about it, so we have this agreement; I sneak around and get laid, and he pretends I'm still his little girl and that he's not aware of it.”

I picked up the three glasses, two in one hand and one in the other, and moved around her. “Well, whatever works for you. You just be careful, and have fun, and I’ll move on and let you get back to what you were doing. Catch the light, would you?”

She flipped off the light and I felt her hand gently touch my arm. “Some other time, OK?”

“It’s extremely tempting Grace, but no, probably not. I wouldn’t feel right about it, I don’t think.”

I could just see her shrug in the dim light from outside. “OK. Well, too bad, it would have been fun; I've never tried one that big - yet! See you at breakfast then, I guess.”

She seemed to recover remarkably quickly from her heartbreak at my rejection of her advances. Or, it may just be possible that I had over-estimated my importance in her overall scheme. Probably the latter, I’m guessing. Whichever it was, I used the moment to beat a hasty retreat down the hall.

Approaching the door to our room, I could hear moaning and soft exclamations of pleasure, the unmistakable sounds of a woman in complete ecstasy. Juggling the three glasses, I managed to open the door and step in, elbowing it closed behind me. The source of the enticing sounds – and their cause – was quickly revealed! Flat on her back, her ass propped up on a pillow, legs up and spread wide, was Tiffany; between her legs was an unruly mass of honey-blond hair and the smooth, muscular shoulders of my own lady, who was on her knees, her arms wrapped around Tiffany's thighs, her delicious bottom toward the door where I was lucky enough to be standing.

Face-down and butt-up, she was eagerly sampling Tiff’s wet, creamy pussy, much to the obvious enjoyment of the other woman. I stood there for a few moments, struck dumb by a combination of shock and amazement, drinking in the gloriously erotic sight as my cock took on whole new life, quickly rising and standing stiffly at attention as the voyeur in me enjoyed this tableau. Kristi’s beautiful pussy was wet and ready, and it seemed to wink at me, inviting me to join in.

I glanced down at my hard penis, only to find it looking right back at me. When it too winked up at me, I knew there was some kind of conspiracy going on, and that it would be futile to try to resist, so I quickly set down the glasses and moved ahead to join the two ladies on the bed. Sensing my return for the first time, Kristi simply arched her back slightly more, thrusting her bottom higher and making herself more available to me, not breaking off the lip and tongue action that Tiff was so enjoying.

My momma having raised no fools, I quickly accepted her invitation, taking my hard cock in hand and guiding it into her hot, slick, and welcoming tunnel, moving deeply into her until my aching balls were pressed to her swollen pussy lips.

Stormy,
Adam is truly a nice guy. I am pulling for Kristi and Adam together. I did feel Adam was getting the short end of the stick but it is obviously by his own choosing. Once again your character building brings life to your stories.
Thanks for writing.
JJ.