She smiled, and as she dropped to her knees, told me 'Well, Stranger, I think I might be able to help you out with that little problem.' before taking the end of my semi-erect penis into her mouth and softly sucking on it.
As I started to get harder, she was able to begin sliding her lips up and down the length of me – and starting a slight swaying motion in her breasts that I found both interesting and highly erotic, which only served to make her ministrations that much more effective.
When I was fully hard, and glistening with her saliva, she released me from her lips, and lay back on the floor, spreading her legs to show me how wet and ready she was before saying 'I don't need anything more, or anything fancy – I just need this damn ITCH taken care of!'
I dropped to my knees, then, and moved to position myself between her legs before leaning forward to support myself on my hands and arms.
Once I was in position, she reached down between us and took my manhood in her fingers, guiding it to her opening. Without another word, I pressed forward, and both of us watched as my entire length slid into her in a single, slow, continuous movement, ending only when our pubic hair was merged.
That done, we looked into each other's eyes as I withdrew from her slowly, savoring the feel of her warm insides as they slid along my length. When only the head was still inside her, I paused for a moment before pushing myself back into her as she raised her pelvis in welcome.
Over the next several minutes, I slowly increased the speed that I moved in and out of her; and with her vocal encouragement, increased the force of my motions, as well. She raised her knees until they were nearly touching her breasts, which tilted her pelvis up, and spread her legs even further, giving me maximum freedom to move, and maximum penetration into her. She was hot and tight and wet enough that it didn't take long before I began to feel a faint stirring in my balls – but I knew that as aroused as she was, she still wasn't close to having an orgasm. Not wanting to disappoint her, I lowered myself onto my elbows, which put my mouth near her ear – and I began to talk to her about something I KNEW would get her going: 'Think about it Lucy – even while we're here, making love, Sandra and Robyn are probably doing the same thing in their room.'
'Just imagine, Lucy – Robyn is laying back on the bed, and Sandra is between her legs, licking and sucking on her, and playing with her breasts, just like I did to you before.'
'Lucy, maybe they're in a '69' now. Just think: Sandra is laying there on her back, with Robyn over her, both of them with their heads buried between the other's thighs, licking and kissing and getting juices all over their faces.'
'You can see what they look like, Lucy – both of them young and smooth; their firm breasts, their soft mounds, their hard nipples as they touch and kiss each other.'
Even as we were making love, I gave Lucy a verbal description of what might be happening between Robyn and Sandra, and how they looked; and with each description, I could feel her responding underneath me, becoming more and more excited, and wetter and wetter, so that the scent of her arousal filled the room, and the liquid sound of our lovemaking became louder and louder. It was as she was getting closer and closer to orgasm, and I was describing to her what they must smell like as they made love, that I finally felt the start of my climax; the first splash of my semen into her womanhood was enough to push Lucy into her own powerful orgasm. An orgasm powerful enough that she wrapped her legs around me to hold me in place as she bit the side of my neck to muffle her screams of release. While spasm after spasm passed through her, her vagina tightened down on me even more, enough so that I didn't dare try to move in her – but that was okay, since the sensation of her internal muscles clasping at me was more than enough to make sure that she got every drop of semen that I had to give.
Even as my penis began to soften, she was still having fluttering aftershocks of release; I continued to hold her there, covering her body with my own, until she finally unlocked her ankles and let her feet rest on the floor while she held me close, gasping.
Only when she'd caught her breath did she release me enough so that I could raise up enough to look down into her face, still flushed from our lovemaking.
Looking deep into my eyes, she told me 'You really pushed some buttons there, fella.'
I smiled, and answered 'Well, it seemed like a good idea, at the time. I was getting close, and I didn't want to leave you behind, so I just did something that I figured would help you catch up.'
'Oh, I caught up, all right! That was the best orgasm I've had in, oh, FOREVER.'
'Glad I was able to help you get that itch taken care of, then.', I teased.
She laughed a bit, and said 'It's taken care of, all right. For about the next month, I think!'
I put a mock frown on my face, and said 'Yeah, that's the problem with being so good at what you do – repeat business goes to hell!', in an aggrieved tone.
She laughed at the teasing, and answered 'No need to fish for compliments. You did good, and you damn well know it, if those are my teeth marks I see on your neck. You're probably going to have a bruise there tomorrow morning.'
'A price I willingly pay, if that's what it takes to make you happy.', I teased back, before lowering myself to rest against, but not on, her again. She put her arms around me, and as she gave me a number of soft kisses where she'd bitten me, we both savored the sensation of my penis still inside her until it finally shrank enough to pull free of her. When that happened, she gently nudged up again, telling me 'If you'll get off of me, I can keep from staining your carpet' as she pressed a hand against her opening, holding our combined juices inside.
I eased my way off of her, and stood up before reaching down to offer her a hand up, saying 'I'm not worried about it, but if it would make you feel better, then that's what we'll do. Want to join me in a quick shower?'
When she was standing again, hand cupping her crotch, she smiled at me, and said 'Yeah, it would make me feel better. Uh, how about you give me a couple minutes, and join ME in the shower?'
I agreed, and told her that when she was ready, I'd be there with balls – er, bells – on. She laughed and the joke, and said to bring along something to drink – she felt 'like I've lost a couple quarts of*something*'.
I agreed, and as she headed off toward the bathroom, delayed her long enough to give her a kiss and a small pat on the butt before heading into the kitchen to get us some drinks – LARGE bottles of water would be needed, I figured.
Sure enough, a couple minutes later, I heard her call my name, and I headed into the bathroom where we shared a quick, but fun, shower, where she was able to take a closer look at the damage she'd done to my neck – and then apologize for it, telling me that the teeth marks were plain as day, and that it was already starting to bruise. I had to reassure her several more times before she finally quit saying she was sorry.
When we'd dried off, we made our way back to the living room, and snuggled on the couch until Lucy started to fall asleep. She quickly woke herself up, and told me 'I'd better get home, so I'll be there when the girls wake up.'
I reluctantly agreed, and watched as she got up, then put her blouse and shorts on, minus her bra and panties. When she was done, I stood up, too, and gave her a kiss and a hug – both of which she returned enthusiastically – before walking her to the door. After she'd left, I found my way to the bedroom, and fell asleep.
Late the next afternoon, Sunday, she stopped by to let me know what had happened after she left my apartment: 'I didn't any more than get the front door open, than I could hear the two of them in the bedroom – I mean, it sounded like they were having as good a time as I just did, only with each other! But I was careful not to make any noise, or anything, because I didn't want to disturb them; besides, how was I going to tell them I'd just had the orgasm of my life if they asked where I'd been?
Anyway, I went ahead and went to bed; those two little devils kept at it for a while longer, until they both got worn out from the fun they were having. Geez, I envy the energy they have!'
The next morning, I started to wake them up like I usually do – but when I the door to Robyn's room open, the smell of their activities was thick enough to cut with a knife. I also found them both naked, and tangled up together on the bed: Robyn's head was laying on the inside of Sandra's thigh, and Sandra was curled around so that her hand was holding Robyn's breast. It was all I could do not to go in there and crawl between them. Anyway, so I didn't let them know that I knew what was going on, I closed the door, then knocked on it so they'd think I hadn't seen them. Sandra was the one to answer, and told me they'd be out in a minute – you never heard such commotion in your life while the two of them rushed around trying to clean up the evidence of what they'd been doing! I heard it as both of them cleaned up a little in the bathroom before they came out to join me for breakfast. We sat there and chatted a little as we ate, until I finally asked them which one had the nightmare last night. Both of them looked puzzled, and I told them that I'd woken up to hear moaning, and figured that one of them had a bad
