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   Jenny (ManyJennies@yahoo.com)

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   "Mutual Friends"

   by BetweenHerLegs

   (C) Jenny Clark, 2008

   Vickie was fifteen.  Her boyfriend, Six, was twenty.  She was thin, but
supplied with a full, round ass, perfectly round handful-sized breasts,
strong, shapely legs, and the face of a pretty doll -- oversized blue eyes,
pink lips in a permanent kiss shape, smooth porcelain skin -- framed by
slightly wavy blonde hair that fell to her shoulders.  Six wasn't tall, but
he was a dark and he was handsome.  He was strong, particularly his
shoulders and arms, but thin enough that his strength was deceptive.  His
eyes were sharp, bright blue, his spiky hair died black with blonde tips,
and his eyebrows and goatee his natural brown.

   Vickie looked down at her lap, at the movement of her boyfriend's hand
inside her tight black dress slacks.  Her lower lip trembled with
anticipation.  He never failed to bring her off with his hands.  He was so
good.  She loved him so much.  She bucked suddenly forward on the couch,
getting closer with every steady stroke of Six's finger.  As if on cue, Six
added a second finger, moving each of the pair in an opposite direction,
causing a virtual tidal pool within her accruing wetness.  She was quiet in
passion, but she bit her own lip hard enough to draw blood.  When she came,
it was with a single exaggerated arch of her back and a thousand tiny
tremors deep within her entire body.

   As always, Vickie responded with a burst of fifteen year-old drive to
please.  She scrambled quickly into a kneeling position beside Six on the
couch and unzipped his jeans.  She pulled the shaft of his increasingly
erect cock out and slurped it up expertly.  She knew she was good at this,
because she'd been told so repeatedly, but only after having been taught.
When she'd been thirteen she had started with regular blowjobs for her
basketball coach.  He'd been a far better teacher in that regard than he
had been of the sport, and a far better lover than coach.  He had never
penetrated her, but in addition to Vickie's giving him head, she had also
let himself rub his cock in the crease of her ass or between her legs where
she could squeeze them tightly enough together.  He never let her go
without giving her at least one orgasm, too, always using his fingers. 
Ever since then, Vickie had known she was good at sucking cock, and she
loved to do it.

   She drooled onto Six's cock and got him quickly hard with her hand.  She
then opened her mouth only as much as was necessary to allow his erection
to slide between her lips.  She curled her tongue around the shaft and
swirled saliva around as she proceeded to bob her head, fucking him with
her mouth.

   "Oh, yeah," Six groaned.  He was not quiet in passion.  "Yes, oh yes,
fuck yeah, oh god." Vickie took him as deep as she could and sucked
rhythmically.  She felt the twenty year-old's hands clamp down on her head
before he thrust himself even deeper.  He was getting close already.  She
resumed bobbing her head while he fucked her fuck, fingernails buried in
her scalp.  "Oh, god, don't stop, oh, don't stop, oh fuck, oh god, shit,
shit shit, shit shit, oh oh oh oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck."

   Vickie swallowed as much as she could as he rammed his cock extra deep
with the first orgasm, saving the last few spurts in her mouth.  She looked
up at him, smiling, and lewdly forcing the last of semen back out through
her teeth.

   "God, you're hot," he grunted, pulling her face up by the hair and
kissing her full on, licking his own sperm from her teeth, tongue, and the
lining or her mouth, sucking her saliva down, knowing that more of his seed
was mixed in with it.

   When he broke the kiss and let go of her hair, he smiled at her and
caressed her cheek gently.  "I love you."

   "I love you too, Six."

   They hadn't even gone on their date yet.  They cleaned up and went out
to dinner, coffee, and a late movie, before coming back to Six's apartment.
Vickie went to a boarding school, and later he would take her back to her
room and drop her off, but neither of them was ready to part that yet.

   Vickie was still technically a virgin, and was committed to staying that
way for a while yet.  When she had first started fooling around, it had
been no big deal to be naked.  It had been exciting.  Now, two years later,
she could no longer be naked while fooling around.  She knew that if she
were naked, she would no be able to stop early.  She would end up giving
her virginity away the first time.  But she got damn close anyway.

   When they got inside his apartment, Six slammed his fifteen year-old
girlfriend up against the door and kissed her hard on the mouth while one
hand massaged her left breast and the other pawed between her legs.  Vickie
loved it when he got a little rough sometimes.  By the time his hand worked
down inside her panties and started his finger magic against, he was
leaving hickies all over her neck.  She humped his hand as hard as she
could, and he responded with incremental increases in his own ferocity. 
When she came with her usual silent, body-locking arch, he slammed her head
back into the door, and fingered her even harder, not letting up.

   Now Vickie whimpered and squirmed, and jumped up, throwing her legs
around him as he kept pounding away at her pussy.  She was so wet she could
hear the sound of his finger, as if it were splashing in a puddle.  The
fifteen year-old squeezed her legs as tightly as she could around him. 
"Make me go again," she begged, whispering in his ear before sucking on his
earlobe.  "Make me go again." While she had had been climaxing since she
was thirteen, she had never been able to have multiple orgasms.

   Six grunted and then hoisted her with all his strength until her legs
were over his shoulders.  He slammed her ass back against the door and
buried his face in her lap.  He mouthed her pussy through her tight black
slacks, certainly smelling her arousal and probably tasting what could seep
through.  He licked, he sucked, and mouthed at her.  Vickie had never
experienced anything remotely like a mouth down there.

   "Oh god, Six!" she scream, banging her own head back against the door
and squeezing her thighs around his face.  "Oh god, oh god!" She clutched
at his head, as if trying to pull him up inside her.  She felt the mixing
of their moistures, her juice and his saliva, filling her lap.

   "Vickie, you're like heaven," he moaned into her.

   She never thought about someone enjoying the smell and taste of her
pussy like she enjoyed sucking cock, and the very thought combined with the
physical pleasure to give her another orgasm.  This second was much like
the first, but as she came, Six jabbed his tongue as much as he could into
her slit through the clothing, and this gave her a quick third climax that
brought a scream up from her belly and caused her to rake her fingernails
along his neck, drawing blood.

   Panting, out of breath, Six lowered her.  As soon as she was down,
Vickie was eager to suck him off, but as she prepared for that, he lay
down, and then pulled her around so that she was laying atop him in a 69
position.  As she mouth-fucked him he resumed mouthing between her legs and
she humped down against his face as hard as she could.  While she didn't
have a fourth orgasm, she still enjoyed it, and Six said that his own was
the best orgasm he'd ever had.

   ***

   Darlene was Vickie's fifteen year-old roommate at the boarding school.
She was, in fact, the one who had introduced Vickie to Six at a party she
was throwing.  She had assumed they would get along, and of the kids at the
party, she figured Vickie would be the one to get along best with her older
friend Six.  She hadn't thought they would hit it off quite this well,
however.  Within days of the party, it was as if she had lost both her guy
friend and her roommate.  Besides, the truth was that she wanted Six for
herself, and Darlne knew that no matter whom he was dating, it was she that
Six ultimately wanted.  They'd met when she was fourteen and he was
nineteen, dating her eighteen year-old sister Paula.  Not long after
meeting Darlene, Six had dumped Paula but had continued spending time
around Darlene.

   She had known he wanted her body all along.  She was petite with long
brown hair that fell past her backside, often streaked with blond
highlights.  She had full lips, and mature, glamorous look to her face. 
She favored dramatic expressions and movements, and had a large chest for
someone so otherwise petite.  Guys wanted her.  Guys of all ages.  She had
been molested against her will as a pre-teen, but had decided to take the
power into her own hands on her thirteenth birthday, when she had sucked a
friend's dick.  Not long after, she had lost her virginity with a married
neighbor, and had been sexually active ever since.

   But she loved to be pursued.  That's where the power was.  Not in
pursuit.  In being pursued.  So she had kept Six at a distance, playing
hard to get.  Introducing Vickie had been part of that plan.  She just
hadn't figured the blonde's pants were so easy to get into.  It was their
second date when Vickie had some back all excited about the first orgasm
Six had given her.  She didn't talk about it quite that crudely; it was all
disguised in girl talk, but girls can see through girl talk, and some girl
talk is already franker than guys would believe.  And the whole just pissed
Darlene off.

   So now Darlene was pursuing.  She probably wanted Six less at this point
than she just wanted to not lose him to another girl in the same way as
Paula had lost him to her.  And she had a plan.  She knew that Vickie was
going home for the weekend soon, and was planning to have Six visit her. 
She would divert him.  That way she could capture Six and piss off Vickie
at the same time.

   That night, she sat in a nearby park, watching for Six to return from
dropping Vickie off at the school.  Once he'd gotten back inside, Darlene
waited about ten minutes, and then went up.  She let herself in.  Six was
sitting on his couch in boxers and a t-shirt, reading.

   "You never asked for your extra spare key back," she said, arching an
eyebrow and smiling at him.  "I took that as a sign I was still welcome."

   "What's up, Darlene?  It's two in the morning."

   She stood in front of him and pursed her full lips.  "I have a
proposition for you," she said, her green eyes sparkling.

   "Yes?"

   "Come home with me this weekend."

   "I have plans with Vickie."

   "Change them."

   He put his book down.  "And why would I do that?"

   Darlene knelt in front of him, easily slipped his cock out of his boxers
and licked him into erection.  She could taste the bittersweet flavor of
drying semen and saliva on him and knew that Vickie had sucked him earlier.
Darlene would have to try to up the ante.  Six didn't saying anything as
she slipped off her shirt and bra and then proceeded to give him a topless
blowjob, her hair spilling over his lap and her boobs jiggling obscenely as
she went up and down on him.  She prided herself on taking cocks deep, but
Six was larger than most she'd taken in her mouth, so she coughed with
every plunge.  She felt bad about that, but it actually seemed to turn him
on, so when he grabbed her head and pulled her fifteen year-old face all
the way down, she coughed repeatedly, saliva flying, and the muscles of her
throat convulsing on him in the depths.  She soon lost control of her
saliva and it just started pouring out of her mouth all over him, and she
was sure he would come soon, so she forced her way back off him, and threw
her hair back over her shoulders.

   "Fuck my titties, Six," she begged, as she squeezed them together and
lowered them over his erection.

   He obliged, fucking up between the soft yet firm flesh of her tits,
lubricated with her ample saliva and his own precum.  She opened her mouth
and hung her tongue down to provide him a target.

   "Does Vickie let you fuck her titties like this?"

   Six just grunted his no.

   "If you come home with me, I'll even let you screw me between the legs,"
she panted.

   He grunted again, thrusting upward with more force.

   "Or..." she groaned, standing up.  She turned to face away from him, and
said, she stripped her jeans and panties off, "No fucking back there
tonight, but maybe this weekend you can take my anal virginity."

   Darlene knew her ass was coveted.  Petite and tight, but very shapely
and still soft like an ass should be.  Six grabbed her hips and started
covering her ass with kisses.  She let it go on for a while, then turned
back around, and got back on her knees.

   "Are you coming home this weekend?" she asked archly, slowly stroking
his throbbing cock.

   Six didn't say anything at first.

   "If you say no, I leave right now," Darlene said, letting go of him. 
"If you say yes, you cum all over my face." She started slowly stroking
him, and looked at the tip of his cock with wide, green eyes.

   "Fuck," he said, humping himself between her fingers for only a few
thrusts before launching all over her face.  She smiled and took the first
shot on her forehead, the next on her cheek, then her mouth, her nose, and
the rest of them right in her open eye.

   When he was done, he pulled her naked body up onto his lap, and she was
going to protest, but he didn't try to fuck her, he just kissed her face,
cleaning up his own semen from every surface except her eyeball.  When he
was through, she went to the bathroom to rinse out her eye, and then came
back to dress.

   "You're pretty," Six noted, as if surprised.

   "Thanks," she said.

   "I mean it," he said.  "I mean, I always knew you were hot, but seeing
you naked like that . . .  You're more than sexy.  You're pretty."

   Darlene blushed, and curled up next to him on the couch, not bothering
to dress, just trusting the twenty year-old that he would wait till the
weekend for the promised goodies.  "What do you mean?" she asked, caressing
his cheek.  "What's the difference?"

   Six shrugged, putting his arm around her.  "Sexy means you look good and
look like your body would be a pleasant, physical experience.  Pretty means
I could look at your for a long time, maybe forever."

   Darlene blushed again and lay her head on his shoulder, her long hair
falling over his front.  "And Vickie?"

   "She's sexy and cute."

   "Is cute the same as pretty?"

   "No, cute means you look good and look like younger than you are and
like a fun time."

   "So you can't look at her forever?"

   "I haven't seen her naked yet."

   "And I don't look like a fun time?"

   His hand slipped down to caress her ass.  "Fun enough."

   ***

   Vickie knew that Darlene still had a thing for Six.  Even at fifteen
year's old, women's intuition was strong.  She knew that Darlene had wished
them well when introducing them but that she was frustrated by just how
well things had turned out.  She hoped that the fact that her roommate was
out when she got back meant that the other girl was on a date and having a
good time and getting over Six.  Having talked to Six, she knew that the
twenty year-old had once been interested in Darlene, but had moved on. 
Anything beyond that was in Darlene's imaginative, dramatic mind.

   She slept easily that night, still thinking of how it had felt having
Six' face between her legs.  Heaven, indeed.  Heaven for her, and not for
her bitchy, even if somewhat glamorous ,roommate.

   ***

   Darlene was thoughtful when she returned to their room at nearly four in
the morning.  She had initially planned to just have a little bit of a good
time with Six and then tell Vickie all about it to both hurt her feelings
and get her pissed enough to break up with her boyfriend.  She figured that
if she spoke in enough detail, she would be persuasive to that end.  But
during her walk back, she had decided she actually did still want Six.  She
had to play a game to get him, but she didn't want him to think he was the
one being gamed.* She would just be satisfied with seducing him back to her
and letting Vickie figure out where things stood on her own.

   She slept restlessly, though, her sleep disturbed by a profound arousal
that was sexual and deeper yet, an arousal that was new to her and couldn't
be calmed.  Pretty.  She liked that.

   ***

   After Darlene left, Six picked up the phone and made a call.  "Hey,
Julie, sorry it's so late.  Yeah, I'll tell you about it later.  See you
tomorrow night?"

   ***

   Julie lived in the same wing as Vickie and Darlene.  She was sixteen,
though, and had been involved with six, to her mind, for three years.  When
she was thirteen, and he seventeen, it was all very casual and relaxed. 
When she turned fourteen, it suddenly had become more real, and had become
emotional and physical in new dimensions.  At sixteen, their relationship
was still informal.  They weren't dating.  She knew that he was dating
Vickie.  But she also knew how little that mattered.

   "Hey, babe," he greeted her the next evening, kissing her on the lips
and letting her into his apartment.

   Julie was taller than the other two, with long, very light blond hair,
pale skin, and clear, brown eyes.  At sixteen, her figure was more mature
than theirs, too, her curves becoming those of a woman rather than a hot
girl.  "So what happened last night?"

   Six filled her in on his date with Vickie and then Darlene's surprise
visit.

   "So you were a happy six last night then?" she laughed.

   "Reasonably," he grinned, kissing her again, and sitting next to her on
the couch.

   "Are you really going with Darlene this weekend?"

   He nodded.  "I pretty much committed to it."

   It was her turn to nod.  "Six, you know I love you, right?"

   "Of course, and you know I love you, too, Julie.  Vickie and Darlene are
action, nothing more."

   "I have a feeling this weekend is going to be crazier than you think,"
she said.  Her voice was, as always, soft and breathy.  "Those girls can
get insane."

   "Probably so."

   "So I wanted to give you something special before you go."

   "Yeah?"

   Julie took a deep breath.  She considered Six her lover, but the truth
was, they had never even gone as far as he had with Vickie.  She was still
a virgin in every sense of the word.  They kissed, they made out, they
rubbed each other a little, but they never got one another off or anything.
She reached down, and unzipped the front of her jeans.  "Make me yours."

   Six actually hesitated.  "Are you sure about this, Jules?"

   She smiled at him.  "It's the most special thing I can give you."

   He kissed her lips, then her cheek.  "This is a big step, Jules," he
said.

   Julie giggled and guided his hand inside her open jeans, gasped just at
the feeling of his hand against her panties.  "I know that, Sixes.  The
biggest."

   He kissed her mouth deeply, squeezing her mound inside her jeans. 
"You're definitely into his," he admitted, rubbing her a little.  "Let's do
this right, though," he said, taking his hand out and rising to his feet.

   "Right," Julie said slowly, "means naughty." She licked his hand slowly,
tasted the trace of her heat on him.  "Mmmm..."

   He brought her to her feet and kissed her gently, sucking her upper lip
into his mouth.  "Right," he said, "is that I love you and I want to make
love to you."

   They went to his bedroom, and fell to the bed, kissing and caressing,
and slowly removing articles of clothing from one another.  He was naked
before she was, and he pulled her on top of him for the final unveiling. 
He worked her breasts free of her bra, and immediately began feasting on
them while caressing her back.  Her nipples were pink, and broader than
they were tall.  Her aureoles were rosy against her pale flesh.  Each
breast was more than a handful, but Six tried his best to gently suck as
much of each one into his mouth as he could.  Julie was so excited that she
ground against his leg, her wetness soaking him even through her panties.
When he felt she was on the verge of demanding he make his next move, he
did.

   He rolled her over onto her back and slowly drew her panties down.  Her
bush was full, and he buried his face in it for just a moment, savoring the
musky tang of her and the way her hairs felt against his face.  He gave her
clit a quick goodbye suck before sliding up her body.  He kissed her
deeply, letting her taste herself on him.  His hands were all over her
breasts.  And then, almost without warning, he reached down with one hand,
pried her lips apart, and expertly made a single penetrating thrust.  Both
shocked and thrilled, she screamed.  He cried out too, loving the way her
virgin flesh peeled aside for his hardon.  He looked down and saw blood and
juice mixing where he stroked slowly but deeply.

   "Oh, Sixes," she cried.

   "Jules," he whispered, looking at the pleasure in her face.

   "Sixes.

   "Jules."

   "Sixes!" she cried more loudly, wrapping her legs around him and biting
at his shoulder.

   "Your so tight, baby," he muttered into her ear, "and so beautiful, I
don't think I can last very long this time."

   "Don't hold back," she begged.  "Don't hold back, Sixes, just fuck me!"

   Hearing his sweet sixteen year-old screaming at him like that, he
grunted, getting even closer.  "Where do you want me to cum, baby?" he
asked.

   "I'm on the pill," she said.  "Fill me."

   He hated condoms, and he'd never had a girl in bed with him who was
willing to let him do that.  The thought was exciting to him.  Six pumped
harder, faster deeper.  Julie squeaked with every thrust, her legs and
hands pulling him more tightly to him.  Six had been brought off three
times the night before, so his load was thin, but when it came, it came
hard and fast, and deep inside her.  They both emitted a sequence of sounds
that seemed to combine grunting, crying, and professing love, and then they
collapsed into one another, breathing heavily.

   "Now, you have something nice to think about this weekend, if things get
out of hand," Julie said, stroking her lover's back.  And she knew things
would get out of hand this weekend.  She was seeing to it.

   ***

   Six and Darlene drove down to her house on Friday night.  It was a
couple hours, not too far, but it seemed an eternity, because Six hadn't
had any release since Julie on Tuesday, and because he really did want
Darlene.  He hadn't been lying.  She was sexy and she was pretty.  He'd
always known she was hot.  Never realized how pretty she was.  And couldn't
have imagined how sexual she was.  He never really imagined titty-fucking a
fifteen year-old before, let alone being offered her anal virginity.  He
was grateful for both.

   For her part, Darlene made sure he stayed keyed-up with everything from
coy flirting to out-right sex talk.  When they pulled of the interstate
onto the country roads, she started flashing him with quick lifts of her
bra.  Then, at the end of the driveway which led to her family's house, she
had him stop.  She threw her leg over his lap, kissed his ear, ran her
tongue around it, flicked her tongue inside it, then returned to her seat.

   "Let's get inside," she said leadingly.  "No one's home this weekend
except my mom, and that means she'll be drunk asleep."

   Anxious for more, Six quickly drove up to the house.  When they got out,
he slammed her against the car door and kissed her hard, rubbing between
her legs.  "Do we have to wait till we get inside?" he asked gruffly.

   "I'm not Paula," she laughed, though she was kissing him and guiding one
of his hands under her shirt up to her breasts.  "You can't bang me in the
backseat of your car."

   "You knew about that?"

   She laughed and broke free, walking towards the house, swaying her hips
deliberately.  "Now I do!" she teased.

   He grabbed his bag from the back of the car and following, watching the
movement of her petite curves.  What a package she was.  He had no
emotional connection to her, but he was definitely into her physically. 
And he couldn't wait to be inside her.

   They paused at the door for a little last-minute kissing and groping
before heading in to her bedroom, but as soon as they opened the front
door, their laughter stopped.  Sitting on the couch in the living room,
eating pop corn, were Vickie and Julie and Darlene's mom Sharon.  "Hey,
guys come on in!" Sharon called to them.  "Six, I didn't expect to see you
here!"

   "Um, yeah," he said awkwardly, "Darlene needed a ride down and I, uh, I
figured I could crash on the couch like old times."

   Vickie ran up go him and kissed him flat on the mouth.  She felt his
hardon in their embrace and whispered in his ear, "I guess seeing me was a
nice surprise, huh?"

   "Oh yeah," he agreed, kissing her cheek.  He looked at Julie over
Vickie's shoulder.  Julie only smiled and shrugged.

   Sharon paused whatever movie they were watching.  "Everyone here knows
each other then I take it?  Julie?  You know Six?"

   Julie nodded.  "Mm-hmm." The others had no idea that they had a
relationship.

   Darlene was looking struck.  "Hi, guys," she stammered.

   Vickie went over and hugged her roommate.  "Yeah, Julie said you wanted
to have a girl's weekend at your house, and I thought that was a great
idea!"

   Six looked at Julie darkly.

   Darlene looked her in frustration.  She had indeed talked about that,
but for two weeks from this weekend, not right now.  But she didn't say
anything, because she had to justify Six.  "Yeah, sorry, guys, about the
load here on the girl's weekend, but he'll leave in the morning.  My car
was acting up.  A friend is looking at it...  But anyway.  Hi!"

   Sharon shook her head and laughed.  "Well, Six, I think the girls will
be using the couch for quite a while, so why don't I set you up in Paula's
old room?"

   He nodded wordlessly and followed her upstairs to the room.  He had
always known where both Paula and Darlene had gotten their looks.  Their
mother was quite attractive, and following her upstairs only emphasized
that.  The room was basically ready, but Sharon wanted to put clean linens
on the bed and point out important features.

   And also, after a few minutes of small talk, to ask him, "So you weren't
expecting the other girls were you?"

   "Um, no, Mrs.  Dennon, I wasn't."

   She smiled.  "You doing my fifteen year-old daughter?" she asked, her
voice pleasant and her tone friendly.

   "Would that be a problem?"

   She laughed and shut the door quietly.  "Look, Six, you're a nice guy,
and I can understand why my girls, and apparently other girls, find you
attractive, but Darlene is only fifteen years old.  You're, what, twenty?"

   He just nodded.

   "I was fine when you were spending time with her.  When she's twenty,
you'll be twenty-five.  No big deal.  But sex?  At her age?  Isn't that
pushing it?"

   Six didn't know what to say, so he just sat on the edge of the bed and
looked at the floor.

   "Six," she said, lifting his chin.  "I'm not angry, and I'm not even
saying no, just asking that you think about this."

   "Yes, Mrs.  Dennon."

   She smiled and laughed.  "You know, I was about to tell you to call me
Sharon, but I actually think it's cute that you still call me Mrs. 
Dennon." She shook her head.  "Whatever happened with you and Paula?"

   Six shrugged.  "She called me another name in bed once.  A girl's name."

   At that Sharon laughed.  "I always wondered about her." Then she caught
herself.  "Wait -- in this bed?"

   Smiling, Six nodded.  "Yeah, this bed."

   "Oh," she said.  "So I guess, um, you know where everything is." Then,
speaking rapidly, "Are you going to be okay in here?"

   "It's a little weird, but --"

   She silenced then gestured him up.  "Let's trade.  Larry's out of town
all weekend.  I'll sleep in here, you sleep in my bed."

   She led the way.  He wasn't sure this would be that much less weird. 
The room smelled of Sharon.  Her perfume.  Her sweat.  Her womanhood.  She
probably wasn't even aware.  Six was keenly aware.  And then, as she was
cleaning up the space a bit, he saw her scoop up a nightgown.  She noticed
his attention, and held it in front of her.  "What do you think, Six?  Does
their old lady measure up?"

   Sharon had Paula's tall frame and athletic curves, and Darlene's
striking features and flare for the dramatic.  Her complexion was naturally
light, but she tanned.  Her hair was dark brown with auburn highlights,
usually worn back in a pony tail.  Her eyes were sometimes green and
sometimes brown, depending on the light.  Toned as she was, her curves had
a slight extra bit of weight which spoke of wifehood and motherhood.  She
wore a dark red skirt-suit, and the nightie she held up was black lace.

   Six swallowed.  "Very nice."

   Smiling, she started to change the sheets, but then she paused.  "Six,
do you mind if the sheets have been slept in a little?"

   "No, that's fine."

   She smiled.  "Let me get you a towel."

   When she returned, he was sitting on the bed, she set the towel down. 
"Six, can I ask you something?"

   "Sure."

   She bit her lip.  "Do you . . .  I mean, would you . . .  I mean . . .
God."

   "Huh?"

   "Six, Larry won't kiss a woman . . .  down there.  Do you do that for
the girls?"

   He smiled.  "I did for Paula, and I planned to tonight for Darlene."

   "Looks like you won't be doing that tonight."

   "Yeah, looks like.  My loss."

   "You actually enjoy it?"

   "Oh yeah."

   She stepped closer to him.  "Six," she said, then she bent over and
kissed his lips.  "Six, you could kiss me down there if you'd like."

   "Mrs.  Dennon -- "

   "And, God, keep calling me that while we do this," she said, taking off
her jacket and sitting beside him on the bed, kissing his lips again.  This
time he kissed back, slipping her some of his tongue.

   "Are you sure about this?" he asked, quickly getting hard, partly
because she was attractive and partly because he was still turned on by the
ride down and his expectations for the weekend.

   To answer him, she ripped her own blouse open and pulled his mouth down
to her cleavage while her hand found and rubbed the lump between his legs.
Moaning, she bent down to whisper in his ear, "Just promise to call me Mrs.
Dennon when you cum the first time, promise to kiss me down there, and the
rest is up to you."

   "The first time?" he asked, sticking his hand between up her skirt,
caressing her thighs.

   "Six, Honey, my men always cum once before and then once after I do."

   As his hand slid up to touch her panties and instead found her exposed
pussy, he believed she was probably right about that.  "I put my panties in
Darlene's hamper," she giggled naughtily as she pulled him up top of her.

   "You're very naughty for a forty-year-old," he said, kissing her throat
and pulling her bra cups off her breasts to expose them for his hungry
mouth.

   "And you're very horny for someone in bed with a forty year-old," she
laughed, gasping as he started to deeply double-finger her pussy, covering
her tits with desperate kisses that would doubtless leave love marks. 
"Have you ever been with a woman?" she asked, fumbling with his belt and
zipper as they kissed and rolled about on the bed.

   "Several," he admitted, panting.

   "No, I don't mean a girl, I mean I mean a woman.  Someone older than
18."

   "No," he admitted.

   She laughed and rolled on top of him.  "We're very different," she
asserted.  And then, she gyrated on top of him, slowly working her way
towards his lap so that, inside her skirt, she finally managed to sink her
pussy down around him.  And he knew in an instant that she was right. 
Without humping her body, she sat on top of him, toying with her own
breasts and using her internal muscles to massage him.

   "Mrs.  Dennon!" he called out, cumming inside her in a matter of
moments. His eyes were wide with shock and pleasure.

   And then -- "Mom?!"

   Darlene was in the door.  The door they had forgotten to close.  "Shut
the door!" Sharon demanded.  "Shut the door!" Her daughter, in fact,
slammed the door.

   Sharon got off Six and he thought the mood had probably been broken, but
he watched as she simply finished undressing and then lay back on the back,
her legs spread.  "Now what was the rest of our deal, hon?"

   Eagerly, Six crawled between her legs and lowered his head to her dark
bush, lapping his own cum from her, sucking her hairs clean, scooping his
own semen from her depths, and then rolling her clit between his lips and
tongue.  The pinch of her nails in the back of his head told him he was
doing okay.

   ***

   Darlene was pissed.  She had hoped to still sneak in a litle action with
Six tonight, but after seeing her mom riding him in the bedroom, that was
out of the question, and so was anything in the future.  There was no way
she was going to touch a pen that had been dipped in her mom's ink well. 
She sat down with the others, feeling bitchy more than anything else.

   "So Six is up there screwing my mom," she blurted out.

   "What?" Vickie asked in disbelief.

   Julie didn't say anything.  A shadow just crossed her face.

   "Sorry, Vicks, looks like he's asshole," Darlene said blithely.

   Vickie curled up and started crying.  Darlene rolled her eyes.  Julie,
despite everything, felt sorry for her.  She had been sitting on the floor
in front of them, and scooted up to sit between the other two girls,
putting her arm around Vickie.

   "Well, I guess now he's done each of the females in my family," Darlene
continued.  "Paula, me, mom.  That's all of us."

   Vickie just cried more, and Julie hugged her more tightly.

   Sighing, Darlene got up and went to her own first-floor bedroom.  Julie
sat there and caressed Vickie.  She was upset that her lover was upstairs
with Darlene's mom; it wasn't the outcome she had hope to create by messing
the weekend up.  Still, she was used to these sorts of things.  Six slept
with a lot of girls.

   "It's so stupid!" Vickie muttered.  "I mean, seriously, our relationship
was mostly physical.  But the thought of losing that..."

   Julie smiled, but said nothing.

   "And right after..."

   "Right after?"

   Vickie sighed.  "The last time we were together," she said, oblivious
that there was or had ever been any connection between Julie and Six,
"he... well, he put his head here and kissed me." She gestured between her
legs.

   Julie felt a tingle.  "Really?" she asked, honestly surprised.  "What
was that like?"

   Vickie, flushing with excitement, despite the tear stains on her soft
cheeks, smiled.  "It was incredible, Julie."

   "Call me Jules."

   "It was incredible, Jules.  It was so intimate, and so comforting, and
so . . .  overwhelming.  Sexual and emotional at the same time.  Like it
felt good but was also a gesture on his part."

   Julie was flush now too, thinking about it.  "That's fantastic." She
thought of Six with Mrs.  Dennon.  "That bastard."

   Vickie smiled weakly.  "I wonder how long until I find another guy
who'll be willing to do that."

   "You never know," Julie said, clearing her throat.  She wasn't sure why
she was feeling so uncomfortable suddenly.  "Maybe we should call it an
early night?"

   Vickie nodded.  "Let's get changed and go to bed."

   ***

   Up stars, Six was already getting hard again.  He had eaten Sharon's
pussy until she came, and she came hard, with a series of violent thrusts
of her pussy into his face.  She had then pulled him up and licked her own
juices off his face, arousing him tremendously.  When he was cleaned up,
she went down on him and started to gently kiss his cock and his balls. 
She took each ball gently into her mouth, swirling it around with saliva
and her tongue.  She then pressed her finger gently into the tender area
right behind his sack, and it was like a magic button.  He was instantly
hard.

   He drew her back up to him, kissing her mouth, tasting their saliva,
sweat, and fluids from both of their bodies as her hair fell over his fair.
It was very different.  Nothing against the young girls he normally
favored, but there was a warmth, a strength, just a sexual presence about
this woman that was unlike anything they could offer, no matter what the
looked or fucked like.

   "Are you on the pill?" he asked.

   "No," she admitted, kissing as she fisted his erection.  "But I'm glad
you came inside me."

   "Me too," he agreed, "but I probably shouldn't do it again, huh?"

   "Probably not," she said with a little disappointment

   He kissed her one last time and then slipped out from under her, leaving
her on all fours.  He entered her from behind, stroking at an upward angle
and a downward angle alternately to make sure he hit all the best spots for
her.  His hands held her hips, and he periodically bent over to kiss the
cheeks of her beautifully formed ass.  "Mrs.  Dennon," he grunted, "you're
incredible."

   Sharon said nothing, only made a series of small noises, somewhere
between grunts and mews with every stroke.  As he got closer, he stroked
harder, and became more focused.  Then, as he neared climax, he pulled out
and started stroking himself in the crease of her ass, pressing her cheeks
more closely together with his hands.

   "Oh god, fuck, here it comes," he ground out, and no sooner had he said
it, then he shot his second load of the short time he'd been with this
woman, the first spurts hitting her hair and subsequent shots falling
shorter, until he was dribbling out on her ass itself.

   She rolled over onto her back, intending to cuddle him, but instead, he
plunged down between her legs, wanting to give her a second go, too.  He
spread her wide with his fingers and started tongue-fucking her,
occasionally pausing to spit hard on her throbbing clit.  When she at least
could handle no more, she grabbed him by the ears and pulled him into her,
rubbing her cunt against his face until she hit orgasm.

   "God, Six, I think I could fall in love with you," she panted.

   He crawled up into her embrace, tenderly kissing her breasts, and softly
said, "I think I may already have fallen in love with you."

   ***

   The three girls lay in their beds in the dark, pretending there was a
chance they could fall asleep.  Darlene had headphones on, listening to
angry music.  Vickie lay in bed, trying not to cry.  Julie lay in bed,
trying not hear her.  And also trying not to think about the night Vickie
had described.  It was always amazing to her how much detail Six was
willing to share about his encounters with other girls, but he had omitted
that part.  That was strange.  And, too, Julie realized it was strange how
interested she was in those details.  And now she lazy in bed, picture Six
with his between Vickie's legs, and then with his head between her legs,
and realized she was getting flushed again, and then when she looked at
Vickie she pictured herself laying between her legs.  And realized that,
maybe, it was the girls that she was interested in.  Maybe the stories Six
told were her way to think dirty thoughts about a girl without realizing
it.

   There was one way to find out.  In the spirit of a night that had begun
and ended on a series of sexually perverse notes, Julie felt strangely at
peace about this one.  She snuck over to Vickie's bed and stroked her face.

   "Vickie," she whispered.

   "Julie?"

   "Yes."

   "What is it?"

   "I have your answer."

   "What?"

   "Not long."

   "What's that the answer to?"

   And with no further preamble, Julie hopped onto the foot of the bed and
lay her head on the other girl's lap.  "You'll figure it out," she
whispered, inhaling slowly and breathing out onto the fifteen year old's
mound.

   "Julie, what are you --"

   And she knew she had her answer.  She turned, face down, and kissed
Vickie's mound through her flannel pajamas.  The other girl gasped, and
drew her legs up in surprise, but didn't fight as Julie kissed her again --
and again -- and then again.  Then with an open mouth.  Then with tongue.
And then, before she knew it, the sixteen year old was soaking the other
blonde's crotch, sucking on her and drooling like a fool.  Vickie was still
gasping non-stop, and then out of the blue, her body arched up, held still,
and then grabbed Julie's hair and pulled her up, so their faces were inches
apart.

   "You just got me off," she panted.  "A girl just fucking got me off."

   Julie was silent.  She wanted to kiss her, but was afraid that might be
pushing it.

   "You fucking got me off, Julie," she repeated.

   "Did you like it?" she asked, large blue eyes searching large blue eyes,
blonde hair falling in with blonde hair.

   A desperate, "Do it again," was her only answer, as she pushed the other
girl's face back down towards between her legs.  Then, to Julie's surprise,
she added.  "Only, without the pajamas." She hoisted herself off the bed,
and drew her pants down to her ankles.  She wore blue satin panties that
shimmered with her own wetness and that of Julie's saliva.

   Without hesitation, Julie returned to the other girl's warmth, this time
licking gently.  The taste, now more direct, was unlike anything Julie had
ever experienced, and she wanted more, but she needed to respect Vickie's
boundaries.  She clutched needfully at the other girl's hips, trying to
release the force of her hunger so that she didn't push those boundaries.
But the moment her tongue drifted to the side and made inadvertent contact
with soft, silky thigh, Vickie herself broke the boundaries, and lifted her
panties up to allow the other girl's mouth access.

   "You shave," Julie whispered in delighted surprised, licking the soft,
clean flesh.

   "Feels...  cleaner...  that...  way..." Vickie managed between gasps.

   Then, as if she was a girl experiencing her first desert, Julie took the
plunge and penetrated Vickie's slit with her mouth.  She nibbled her way
towards the top, gave the girl's clit a quick slurp, and then worked her
way back down again, repeating this operation a few more times before she'd
simply had enough, and gave Vickie's naked pussy the same savage eating
she'd given it through the flannels.  This time when the fifteen year-old
blonde came, her back arched as always and then bucked another time or two
as Julie's mouth relentlessly worshipped her love.

   "My turn!" Vickie insisted, moving so that Julie could lay down, and
then helped the slightly older teen off with her pajama bottoms and
panties. Vickie had never before thought about being with another girl, but
the way Julie had her feeling on this night was more than she could ever
have hoped for, and that in itself was sexually arousing.  Too, as she
looked down at the other girl's exposed pussy, smelled the excitement
emanating from her, she felt a baser, more raw form of physical attraction,
as well.

   She first kissed Julie's calves, though, enjoying the feel of soft,
feminine skin, the slight give to her shapely muscles.  Slowly, achingly,
she kissed her way up to the knees, flickering her tongue in the sensitive
area behind the knee, which caused Julie to give a muffed cry and hump up
involuntarily.  Smiling, enjoying the strained pleasure on the other girl's
face, Vickie began kissing the inside of her thighs.  She was amazed at how
silken the skin was there, how soft the flesh.  It was an experience unlike
anything she'd ever had before.  The closer she got to the source of
Julie's heat, however, the less she could restrain herself.

   When she reached the other blonde's pussy, Vickie hesitated, but only
for a moment.  She wondered idly if she would regret this later.  She
quickly decided that it didn't matter.  Right now, she wanted it.

   And so she took it.

   She dove into Julie's pussy, prying her open with the strength of her
tongue, and noisily slurping at her juices.  She found the taste spicy and
strong, but with a delicately sweet undercurrent, and as she feasted on it,
she took her fingers and began rubbing Julie's clit vigorously up back and
forth.  A sudden rocking of Julie's entire body and series of indistinct
animalistic noises from her mouth told Vickie that the other girl had come.
Smiling with mischief, she carefully exposed Julie's hot clit and blow a
stream of cold air on it, bringing an immediate follow-up mini-orgasm.

   Julie hunched over and lifted Vickie's face.  They stared into one
another eyes for a moment, each breathing heavily, each smelling the strong
scent of their sex, and then they moved slowly towards one another and
kissed.

   ***

   Sharon and Six were cuddled up naked in her bed, resting but fully
alert. From time to time, one would kiss the other, but they kept basically
still, just enjoying the strength and energy of the other even in this
calm. Finally, Sharon asked meekly, "Six, baby, I really want you to cum
inside me again, do you think you have another one in you?"

   This forty-something mother's sexual interest in him was a powerful
aphrodisiac, and Six leaned down to kiss her breast.  "Mrs.  Dennon, I'll
give you everything I can."

   "I love that you call me that, Six," she gushed, reaching down to
stroke. "God, you're already getting hard again."

   "It's you, Mrs.  Dennon; I can't help it."

   "I'm gonna give you a special treat then, baby.  Lay back."

   He did, and as she crawled on top of him, facing his toes, he thought
she was going to 69 him, which would have been fantastic -- but she kept
going.  She crept along him until she was on all fours, facing away from
him, her pussy right above his cock.  Then slowly, she lowered herself onto
him.

   "Fuck!" he yelled out loudly.  It was incredible.  He'd never been
inside a pussy from this angle before, and it was incredible.  She was so
tight this way, and he could feel his erection being bent to contours of
her inside.  He thrust upward as best he could, but she was definitely in
charge in this position.  His hands caressed her glorious ass as it worked
up and down on him, and she looked back and smiled.

   "Like it?" she asked, already a little out of breath.

   "God yes, Mrs.  Dennon!"

   She smiled again.  "Call me that when you fill me with your cum, honey."

   ***

   Julie and Vickie kissed deeply for a while, reveling as much in the
simple fact of kissing another girl as in the particular treasures of the
particular girl's mouth.  It was only a few moments, though, before Vickie
gently pushed the other girl back and returned to eating her pussy.  It was
just too good not to do it.  While she preferred herself shaved, she
actually enjoyed the light hairs of Julie's muff, the way the tickled her
face, glistened with juices, and even got caught in her teeth.  It made the
sweet act a little bit cruder, and that was part of its pleasure for
Vickie. She wasn't technically losing her virginity, but she was still
being a nasty slut.

   Then suddenly, she felt a smack on her exposed ass.  Darlene!  "You
girls aren't exactly quiet," she said, smacking Vickie's round ass again.
"Couple of dykes, huh?"

   Neither of the two on the bed were sure how to respond to the situation.
They had been absurdly careless.  Vickie couldn't even bring herself to
turn around and look at Darlene.  She remained on all fours between Julie's
splayed legs.  She saw Julie's eyes widen, though, and then gave a started
shout as she felt Darlene's mouth on the cheek of her ass.  "Think you're
dykes?" she challenged, massaged the blonde's smooth flesh, then kissing
her again, living hickeys with each kiss.  "Try this on for size."

   Vickie gave another started shout as she felt Darlene's tongue pressing
wetly against her asshole, firmly, resolutely, until it found its way in.
The girl behind her pressed deeper, till as much of her tongue as possible
was inside, and Vickie could feel its cool, squirming presence moving
around inside her ass, could feel Darlene humming pleasure against her
flesh, and it was only a moment before she shook with an
uncharacteristically brief and violent orgasm.  Darlene took this as a cue
to further action, and increased the movement of her tongue but also balled
her fingers up into a fist with which she proceeded to fuck the blonde's
virginal pussy.

   Vickie screamed in pain as the fist burst her fifteen year-old cherry,
and then in pleasure as the two forces worked her over.  She could hardly
think, hardly even feel anything consciously.  She was awash with sensation
of simple, base, instinctive pleasure.  That was all she knew.  She hit a
new kind of climax now, spraying all over Darlene's fist.  And as soon as
she could she spun around and started kissing the petite brunette violently
all over her mouth, face, and throat.  Then, with even greater violence,
she ripped open the other girl's pajama top to expose her large breasts,
and started sucking on them with the same force that Darlene had sucked on
her ass.  She literally pulled the other girl into the bed as she nursed
feverishly on her fifteen year-old tits.

   "I love you, Darlene," she gushed.  "I love you so much," she panted,
reaching inside the girl's jammie bottoms and shoving two fingers brutally
inside her, fucking hard and fast.  "I never realized how much I wanted
you."

   For the first time in her life Darlene was taken aback by someone else's
passion, and she found herself with her eyes closed, unable to speak as she
lay on top of this blond volcano, feeling lips, tongue, and teeth on the
soft flesh of her breasts, feeling fingers deep inside her, and finally a
thumb on her clit.  She had no control over herself.  Her mouth hung open,
and she drooled all over herself.

   It wasn't until she hit climax that a light burst inside her, her eyes
popped open and she was sharply alert.  "I love you too, Vickie," she
panted, kissing the other girl's mouth so sloppily and loosely that their
tongues ended up playing between their mouths, and then licking one
another's cheeks.  "I thought I hated you, but I love you.  I wasn't
jealous that you had Six.  I was jealous that Six had you."

   "Oh, I love you, Darlene," Vickie cried out, struggling to lift her own
shirt.

   "I love you, Vickie," the brunette said urgently, getting out of her
pants.  When they lay together, side by side, feeling the flesh of breast
pressing against breast, thigh against thigh, their eyes open as the tips
of their tongues dance with one another, they smiled and knew that they had
found themselves finally in each other.

   ***

   For her part, Julie managed to leave as quickly as possible once Vickie
started proclaiming her love for the other girl.  She snagged someone's
pajama bottoms -- she didn't really know or care whose -- and went to the
kitchen.  She hoped to find a stash of alcohol to sneak into.  This weekend
had blown up in her face yet again.

   She didn't find the booze, so she settled on hot chocolate with about
half a dozen marshmallows in it.  She was leaning against the counter
drinking it slowly when Sharon Dennon came in, wearing a silk robe. 
Darlene's mom smiled at her.  "You need anything, hon?" she asked.

   Julie just smiled softly and shook her head.  The woman was clearly
spending the night with Six in her bed, because her whole complexion was
flushed yet energized, her hair was in disarray, even if pulled back into a
pony tail, and she seemed to be basically naked under the robe.  Julie
wondered what a forty year-old saw in a twenty year-old, but she had no
doubt about the reverse.  The woman was very beautiful and had a sensuality
about her that was only increased by awareness that she was married and a
mother twice over.

   "Everything okay?"

   "I'm fine, Mrs.  Dennon."

   "Where are the others?"

   "They're in bed."

   "But you can't sleep?"

   "Not yet."

   Sharon looked at her knowingly.  "This weekend hasn't worked out for you
has it?" She certainly didn't know the extent of Julie's plans but
disappointment surely showed on the sixteen year-old's lightly freckled
face.

   "No, not really," Julie admitted.

   Then Darlene's mom came over and gave her a hug.  She brushed the hair
from her eyes and then stroked her cheek.  "Don't worry, hon, something
will work out for.  You're a pretty girl, and the sweetest girl in this
house."

   Julie smiled, but was ashamed to realized she wasn't looking at Mrs. 
Dennon's face, but at her chest, where some tanned cleavage was exposed by
the silk robe.  She allowed herself to get pulled into another hug, and
this time she returned it, allowing her hands to feel the silky fabric on
Mrs.  Dennon's ass, and her face to be pressed into the older woman's
bosom. She knew why Six had been so easily seduced.  She was remarkable.

   At first Julie didn't think Mrs.  Dennon was aware of what she was
feeling, but then the woman reached up and drew her robe to the side,
exposing a breast.  Wordlessly, Julie kissed the side of the breast,
savoring the taste and feel before sliding her mouth gently towards the
other woman's nipple, around which she whirled her tongue before giving a
few gentle sucks.  She was excited by the way it felt, hardening in her
mouth, and she looked up, making eye contact.  They stared into one
another's eyes as she sucked some more with equal gentleness, curling her
tongue over and pressing it against the nipple.

   After a moment, still saying nothing, Sharon broke the embrace and took
Julie by the hand and led her upstairs.  In the bedroom, the married woman
immediately let her robe slip to the floor and then began helping Julie
undress.  Julie could hear the shower in the master bath.  Six must have
been washing up.  She had never seen a naked woman so beautiful as Mrs. 
Dennon, and she told her so.

   Sharon returned the favor.  "I've never seen a naked teenager with your
beauty, Julie." They kissed, standing naked in the bedroom, their fingers
intertwined at their side before Sharon's broke free and they began a
mutual exploration of curves and figure.  "I've never been with a girl
before, Julie, so I hope I do this right."

   "I've only done it once," Julie admitted, moving towards the bed.  "And
I have no doubt you'll be better."

   Sharon smiled and lay flat on her belly between Julie's legs.  "What a
perfect, beautiful little woman," she crooned, and though her older lover
had said she had never done this before, Julie found herself almost
immediately on the verge of climax as the woman expertly used her entire
mouth to hit virtually every tender, erogenous spot between the girl's legs
in seemingly simple, open mouth movements.

   "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes, Mrs.  Dennon, yes!"

   The use of her last name like that start a new flame inside Sharon, and
she ate Julie's pussy with increased intensity, slobbering carelessly as
she went.  So focused were the two on their mutual pleasure, that they were
unaware of Six's entering the room.

   Naturally, seeing his sixteen year-old lover and his forty year-old
lover together was more than arousing to Six, and despite his exertions, he
quickly began to grow erect once again.  He watched from a distance as
Julie had an obvious orgasm.  Sharon did not slow down; she only added her
hand into the mix, constantly rubbing the teenager's clit as she enjoyed
her feast.

   Six wanted in on this, and joined them on the bed.  Julie smiled when
she saw him, and he bent down to kiss the blonde on the mouth.  In the
middle of their kiss, she screamed, feeling the shudders of another orgasm
take control of her body.  Stopping only to catch her breath, Sharon Dennon
got up to her knees, now finger-fucking the girl with an expert knife-hand
while reaching down to pleasure her own clit between three rapidly moving
fingers.

   Julie, laying on her back, almost helpless, eyes staring blankly, mouth
hanging open, was pleased when Six rose, straddled her face and inserted
his cock into her mouth.  There was little she could do to make it a good
blow job.  She was beyond that level of muscle control or even
concentration.  That didn't matter.  For both of them, it was an almost
more fantastically erotic experience for him to be plunging himself
repeatedly into her inanimate mouth, bottoming out in her throat, only to
slide back out along her tongue and thrust back it.  She coughed, gagged,
and spit with nearly every thrust, but was excited by the gentle bruising
her throat was taking.  Sharon too apparently found it exciting, for she
straddled Julie's leg, returned her mouth to the girl's pussy, and started
humping her big toe.  Julie thrust upward, trying to help out as much as
could, but was still mostly paralyzed with pleasure.

   The three found a natural rhythm and pattern to their love-making, and
when they all achieved a hard-earned climax, it was simultaneous.  Sharon
game with one quick, violent shudder, releasing a gush of fluids all over
Julie's foot.  Six came as he was sliding back out, feeling the girls'
cool, wet tongue on his hot member, and, though he had hoped to fill her
mouth with his seed, he found himself collapsing back onto the bed, and
cumming indiscriminately in the blonde's bangs and on her face as he fell.
Julie's orgasm was more sublime, like a cooling explosion that blew all the
tension from her body and darkness from her spirit.  A bright light flashed
in her mind, and she felt emotionally energized.

   Sharon crawled up between the other two, who reached across her body to
hold hands, even as they gently kissed the mother of their mutual friend.
"Is it possible," Mrs.  Dennon asked, "to fall in love with two people at
once, each of whom is roughly the age of one of your children?"

   Julie and Six kissed in front of Sharon's mouth, and her tongue joined
theirs.  "I sure hope so," Julie giggled.

   "After all, we've been friends for a long time," Six noted, "and they
say friendship is the basis for any good relationship."

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