as Susan first adjusted to, then learned to enjoy, my presence in her.
When she tired, Kelly and I eased her onto her back, and as I started to move in her, she guided Kelly to a position over her, so that she could again sample the nectar of Kelly's womanly flower as Kelly and I kissed.
It did not take her long to bring Kelly to release, and then for me to do the same for her – listening to her shouts of joy and release as she was overwhelmed by it. When it was over, she was still anxious for more, and moved to her hands and knees, so that I could take her from behind.
Kelly moved under her; as even as Susan put her head between Kelly's thighs, Kelly was already applying her nimble tongue to Susan's clitoris – and my erection.
Surprisingly, Kelly was the first of us to climax, and when it was over, managed to drag herself out from under Susan – a fortuitous move, since it wasn't much later that Susan found her release – and as she did, so did I, filling her with my semen, and triggering an even stronger series of spasms for her when she felt it. With both of us near exhaustion, we all but collapsed – and would surely have squashed Kelly has she not already moved.
Temporarily satiated, we lay there, holding and caressing each other as we regained our senses, and returned to normal pulses and blood pressures. When she'd recovered, Susan grabbed both of us, and hugged us fiercely, telling us 'Oh, thank you!', over and over again. We took her into our arms and held her, hugging her and kissing her softly for quite a while, before hunger and thirst got the better of us.
Over the next several hours, we all made love with each other, in pairs, with the third acting as facilitator and encourager. Only when we were all thoroughly exhausted, and entirely too sticky, did we stop for a quick – if fun – shower, then sleep; only to resume again when we woke up.
It was a full 24 hours before Susan wore us out – and then called in the reinforcements. Over the next few days, she went on to exhaust Jan, then Robyn, followed by Sandra and Candice. We were sure she must have slept sometime – but none of us could actually catch her at it. Only when all of us took turns on her did we finally manage to completely satiate her, and reduce her to a mass of erogenous flesh, whereupon she finally dropped into sleep.
On the fourth day after she made an appearance at our door, she was ready to finally go home – happily, and finally able to freely give anyone all the love they wanted, and more.
EPILOG
That all happened several years ago. Since then, thinks have changed, as I knew they must – and turned out far better than I'd dared to hope.
All of the girls went on to college, pursuing a variety of careers: Jan is now a high school teacher – back at the very school she'd graduated from. She comes over to visit often, and we always have a good time, whether it's in bed, or not. She has found a nice guy, and all of us agree that he's pretty close to 'getting it' – Jan loves him, and he her. Robyn teasingly made a play for him once, and he was horrified -and promptly told Jan about it. Robyn scared him so bad, she finally had to explain to him that she'd been teasing, and apologize. He's still kind of twitchy around her, though.
Susan went on to become a lawyer – specializing in helping battered women. She's not particularly rich, but too happy with what she's doing to care. She absolutely terrifies the lawyers she goes up against – nothing seems to scare her or shake her up; and they know if they make*any* mistakes, she's going to roll over them like Nazi Panzers versus Polish horse cavalry. When one irate wife-beater tried to attack her outside of court, she dropped him in nothing flat, sending him to the hospital – and then sued him spitless when he got out.
Robyn, to everyone's surprise, became a cop – and a damn good one, by all accounts. She heads the domestic abuse and sex crimes department.
Rumor has it that when she busted a guy that had raped a twelve year old, she stuck the muzzle of her. 357 in his eye, pulled the hammer back, and told him 'Go ahead. Blink. Burp. Fart. Do anything to give me an excuse!'. Scared him so bad, he soiled his pants. Her cases are airtight, and have never been lost in court.
Candice is a journalist – reporting for a major newspaper chain, she makes the front pages a lot with her stories on official corruption, government inefficiencies, and such. When a spokesperson comes out to explain it all away, she's right there to hammer them over every lie, using their own documents to do it. Whenever she's in town, all of us get together, and have a good time.
Sandra finished up as a psychologist. Her field of expertise is troubled kids; she seems to be able to work miracles with them, and is considered the best. People from all over the country come to her, and leave happy – as do their kids.
True to his word, the Bishop did a major overhaul of the school – now it's again considered the top private school in the state – parochial, or not. Any kid we graduate is virtually guaranteed a job on graduation – at well over minimum wage. Businesses have learned what we're doing here, and they know our kids are smart, and motivated. Some of the parents fussed at first – but when they saw the changes in their kids, quickly quieted down, and appreciated their good fortune. The Bishop finally managed to convince Kelly and I to teach classes at the high school. We're each there only one day a week, so it works out reasonably well. Kelly's class is Philosophical Discussions – but it gives her the cover she needs to teach the kids about love. Mine is Problem Analysis – and I teach them how to think. Both classes are nominally considered electives – but they're always full. Our football team is mediocre, at best – but everyone is proud of our debating team, which tends to kick ass, and the hell with names. Ditto our math and science teams.
Paul was made a partner of the store he worked at – and is making a lot more money for a lot less work; and enjoying life a lot more, now. He met a nice lady friend, and they see each other enough that we wonder if there isn't something going to happen between them. Jan likes her, as do the boys, so it's a good sign.
Steve Moore and I have become pretty good friends. After Susan went off to college, he and his wife found out that they simply didn't get along any more, and divorced – amicably enough. Susan had kind of suspected something about them, and wasn't particularly distraught by it – she still visits both of them on an equal basis.
Kelly majored in Mathematics, with a minor in Philosophy. She has bachelors degrees in both, and is working on a degree in Business Administration. She went to work for me, you see, and was good enough to more than double my customer base. It's a good thing, too – she's pregnant. When she graduated college, I asked her to marry me – and she agreed only if she could get some of my wigglers from the doctor and have my baby. Whether it's an innie or outie, we don't know – we want to be surprised. She and my secretary adore each other – I think the two of them plot against me, just for the fun of it.
