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 Chapter 6

   Grace, Marie, and John

   One night, as John looked out his window, he saw Grace and Marie.  They
were in a quiet but animated conversation in the living room.  They each
sipped what looked like a cocktail and John detected an occasional glance
upward towards his apartment.  He could see Grace get up and go to the
telephone.  Instantly, John's phone rang and he jumped.  It was Grace.  She
said, "Hi John.  Marie and I were having a cocktail and wondered if you
were free to join us."

   "Indeed," he replied, "but you'll have to give me a few minutes." He
thought he might want to shower before going down.  He added, "I'll be down
in about twenty minutes."

   "Great," Grace replied.  "We'll expect you in about twenty minutes.  The
door will be open, so just come in."

   Since he was already in his bathrobe, disrobing was simple.  He jumped
into the shower and in five minutes, he was bathed and fresh.  He sprayed a
little deodorant under his arms and around his crotch thinking that he had
better be prepared.  Perhaps something might happen.  The air was electric
with anticipation.  John took a big, deep breath, and admonished himself
saying, "Now take it easy lover boy.  Calm down.  Just take it one step at
a time." With that he dressed and in fifteen minutes time, he was at
Grace's apartment on the fifth floor.  "Should I knock," he thought.  A
voice called back, "No.  Just go in.  Grace said the door was open."

   He quietly turned the knob and opened the door, which opened into a
small foyer.  Everything seemed quiet as he entered.  He closed the door
quietly and stretched to see where they sat.  He could see Grace kissing
Marie on the mouth, her hand fondling her vagina under her dress.  He felt
uncomfortable coming in this way and cleared his throat to get their
attention.

   Grace responded warmly, "Come in John.  We've been waiting for you."
After a brief introduction, Grace asked, "John, what'll you have to drink."


   "I'll have whatever you and Marie are having, Grace," he replied.

   When Grace went to the kitchen to fix John a drink, he turned his
attention to Marie.  Close up, she was even prettier than he imagined. 
Excitedly, he said, "Marie, tonight comes as a real surprise to me.  I was
probably doomed to an evening of reruns.  Instead, this delight of meeting
you comes."

   Marie laughed.  "That would have been two of us watching reruns had
Grace not called tonight.  I'm grateful, particularly since it meant
meeting you.  I've seen you around the building and in the dining room,
but, as is the case so often, we end up just nodding acquaintances.  People
are so much more fun when you get to meet them in person."

   "Agreed," John replied almost in a shout.  His voice cracked, not only
because he agreed with Marie's philosophy but also because, as she spoke,
she moved her legs wide and John got a glimpse of her inner thighs.  In
addition, when she spoke those words, her hand reached out and gently
patted John's knee.  It was a light touch, gentle, airy, sensual.

   Grace returned with the drinks and spoke, "I see you two have already
gotten comfortable.  Let's offer a toast to a long and fruitful
friendship."

   "Here, here," replied John and Marie in unison, surprised that they
chose the same words in the same instant to reply to Grace's toast.  They
all laughed.

   The evening continued in that delightful mode.  After an hour of small
talk, Grace suggested that John sit between them on the sofa and the verbal
foreplay began.  John turned the expression, "A rose between two thorns"
around to "A thorn between two roses." Marie picked up on this punning by
suggesting to Grace as well as John that a thorn sticks and John would have
to stick them with something.  They all laughed hard at that,
simultaneously putting their hands on John's inner thighs.  John felt
arousal immediately.  It was Grace's hand that touched his dick first.

   "Oh!  Oh!" she smiled to Marie, "it looks like were in trouble."

   Then Marie's hand went to John's crotch and felt the swelling.  They
both began to massage his inner thighs, his penis, and his testicles.  John
needed no introduction to this foreplay.  Each of his hands raised their
dresses and exposed the thick hairs of their vaginas.  He massaged gently,
his index finger probing the outer and inner recesses of the labia.  Marie
was already wet.  Apparently, she began reacting to John the minute he
entered the apartment.  Grace unbuckled John's belt and unzipped his fly to
reveal other treasures.  The prostate already began to work, the inner part
of his underwear showing wetness.  He raised his buttocks for Grace to pull
down his pants and underwear, which fell into a heap at his ankles.  Marie
gasped.  She told John later that she hadn't been with a man for over
fifteen years, and, when she saw John's hard cock, she remembered her
husband and the wonders of the sex they had.  The feeling was so intense
that she gasped and desperately wished John's cock to penetrate her hot
cunt immediately.  Instead, she bent over and took it into her mouth. 
Grace, sensing the need for room, went to the bedroom to prepare the bed.
Marie rose and knelt between John's outspread legs and took his shaft deep
into her throat.  It was ecstasy for her.  John closed his eyes and moaned
ecstatically.  Grace returned naked, unbuttoned his shirt, and removed his
shoes and socks.  She turned to Marie, removed her shoes, stockings and
dress and motioned that they move to the bedroom.  Marie, still in the
throes of lust, however, rose up and sat on John's hard cock.  As she rode
it up and down, Grace knelt on the floor and sucked from behind the juices
emanating from Marie's cunt onto John's hard cock.  Then it was on to bed.
Marie was the first on the bed and lay with her legs spread wide, an
invitation to further probing.  Grace, however, took John's cock deeply
into her mouth and sucked to prepare it for entry into Marie's vagina.  She
then turned to Marie's vagina and probed deeply with her tongue.  She
motioned for John to enter Marie.  As he did, Grace sat over Marie's face
and offered her cunt to Marie's lips.  Above Marie, John and Grace faced
each other in an embrace and kissed.  John's dick kept pounding into
Marie's cunt, and, with each thrust, Grace's tongue probed John's mouth. 
They traded positions now.  Grace knelt over Marie in a sixty-nine position
with Grace's cunt facing John.  As they sucked, John knelt behind and
penetrated Grace's cunt with his hard cock, still wet with Marie's juices.
This double massage of Grace's cunt was too much.  She exploded and came on
Marie's face.  Exhausted, she turned on her side to allow Marie to feel the
fullness of John's very hot cock.  John was beside himself now.  His cock
moved in and out quickly and deeply.  He was all the more excited because
Marie's face was covered with Grace's cum.  He ate as if he were at a
banquet and with a fierce passion came together with Marie in an explosive
finale.  As the juices flowed from Marie's cunt, Grace drank, her head
pressed close to Marie's vagina with John's cock inside.

   They lay that way for another half hour, no one saying a word.  Finally,
Marie spoke.  "Grace, I will never be able to thank you enough.  You have
brought me back to life.  And, John, you resurrected old wonderful feelings
of lust.  I shall always be indebted to you."

   Grace smiled a smile of satisfaction.

   John sighed, "When I came to Carter Court, I thought my life had ended.
Now I see that it has just begun.  I have you two lovely ladies to thank
for that."

   The evening ended quickly after that.  Another drink, some intimate and
fond farewells, and Marie and John returned to their apartments.