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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
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real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
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   "So," I said, stretching luxuriously as my wilted cock slipped out of my
lover's pussy, "what's on the agenda for today?"

   "To be honest," Patricia replied, turning over to snuggle on my chest,
"I don't have anything planned for today..." she sniffed and wrinkled her
nose, "...except a shower.  It's Sunday, you know, and even God rested on
Sunday!"

   "Hmmm!" I mused, "If you're thinking of the same kind of 'rest' I'm
thinking about, we'd better at least fortify ourselves with breakfast!"

   "Ah!" she said, raising an index finger into the air above my chest, "I
know just the place!  Come on, lazybones, let's get cleaned up!"

   With that she practically vaulted out of bed, hauling my grumbling,
groaning body out by the hand.  She made up for it in the shower with a
passionate deep-throating of my cock.  Once again, as I gazed down at her
lovely face, lustfully impaling itself on my cock, I was struck by the
unreality of the situation.  Here I was, barely six months divorced, being
devoured by a lovely vivacious woman, and she actually seemed to enjoy it!

   I KNOW I enjoyed it!  NO ONE had ever made love to my cock with such
skill and passion, and I could feel the tingle all the way to my toes as
her tongue played under the sensitive ridge of my glans, or as I felt her
head twisting and wallowing around the steel axle of my rod.  The sounds
emanating from her throat, her facial expression, even the way her
sharp-nailed fingers pulled my dick into her throat with their grip on my
buttocks spoke of animal lust - of a woman obsessed with making my shaft
feel as good as it possibly could!

   Needless to say, I wasn't long in responding!  At Patricia's insistence,
as conveyed by those immaculately manicured claws, I began stroking rapidly
past her tonsils!  Faster and faster she urged me on!  As the speed
increased, so did the pressure, and in no time I was blowing yet another
load into my beautiful, lustful lover!  One, I might add, that she devoured
hungrily!

   When she rose to kiss me afterward, the taste of my discharge lingered
on her lips.

   With my lust abated, I made to return the favor, only to have Patricia
stop me.

   "Later, lover!" she said, "But before you go soft, there's an experiment
I've been meaning to conduct..."

   With that, she laid her own erection alongside mine, which, at her touch
lost all interest in wilting.  As the head of her cock poked into my groin,
my dick bumped her pubic bone.

   "Hah!" she exclaimed, "Just as I thought!  You were wrong, buster! 
Mine's NOT any bigger than yours!"

   At first, I was at a loss.  Then I remembered my little joke as I
entered the limo in front of Dolores' house on Friday night and burst out
laughing!  Now her response to my comment made sense!

   When I had calmed down some, I slapped my grinning lover on her wet,
beautiful butt and asked, "Okay, smart ass!  Where are we going for
breakfast?"

   "Hey!" she exclaimed in mock indignation, "You need Gary's permission to
play with that!  And you'll see where we're going if you finish showering
sometime today!"

   The young lady at the drive-up window apparently couldn't see the rest
of the car from her position, because she had no trouble taking the
driver's order when his window came abreast of hers.  It was a different
story after about a half-mile of shiny black paint and glass slid past her.
When the rear window rolled down, and Patricia and I gave our orders, she
fumbled with words and giggled nervously.

   "Calm down, dear." Patricia told her, "It's just another breakfast
order!"

   "Yes ma'am!" she replied, not really any less nervous, "Thank you
ma'am!"

   Patricia paid with her debit card then pushed the button to raise the
window as we waited for our order.

   "So THIS is how the other half lives!" I grinned, "I'm impressed!"

   Patricia smiled back, mimicking the voice of a society matron "I SO
hoped you'd like this establishment!  It's one of my favorites for
breakfast!  Mostly because I don't have to get dressed up.  I can even come
in my nightie if I feel like it!"

   "I must admit it's not quite what I expected," I replied, "but I could
get used to it!  Just get a firm grip on the coffee cups when she hands
them out.  That young lady is so nervous she'll drop them if you're not
careful."

   "She's nervous because she's got the hots for my man!" Patricia
whispered in my ear, giving it a playful nip.

   "Don't be silly!" I whispered back, fondling her breasts through her
T-shirt, "Can't you see she's into girls?  She couldn't take her eyes off
these lovely tits of yours!"

   "I'd hate to prove you wrong twice in one day," Patricia said, "but it's
you she's after!  She was staring at that big bulge in your trousers!"

   "Well, I guess there's only one way to settle this..." I said, as the
girl returned with our order.

   When we had gotten all the paper bags and cups inside, I leaned across
Patricia's body and looked up at the girl.

   "Excuse me miss!" I said.

   "Yes, sir?" she was cute, probably just out of high school, "What can I
do for you?"

   "Well, you can settle a debate for us." I said, craning my neck to look
up at her, "You see, my lover here thinks you have the hots for me, but I
told her that's ridiculous, that you're clearly attracted to her.  Could
you clear that up for us, please?"

   Patricia gasped and pinched me as she realized what I was doing but I
ignored her.

   The young lady, whose nametag read "Brenda", blushed beet red and said
"Sir!?"

   "Come on, Brenda!" I said conspiratorially, "It's just us!  No one else
will know!"

   "Gary!  Leave her alone!" Patricia whispered urgently.  Again I ignored
her.

   To my astonishment, the little brunette looked around to see if anyone
else was watching, covered the mouthpiece on her little headset and leaned
far out the window to whisper, "To be honest, sir, it's both of you!  I
think you're both very sexy!"

   Then she gave me genuine smile.  Suddenly, Patricia's face was next to
mine at the window.  We looked at each other, came to a silent agreement,
and Patricia said, "Well dear, if you mean that, we're staying at the Bed
and Breakfast down the road.  Why don't you want to stop by later and..."
she paused as if searching for the right word, "...play with us."

   Brenda blushed again and disappeared inside.  Patricia told the
chauffeur to drive on as the limo window hummed closed.

   "She'll never show!" she laughed, "I was just calling her bluff!"

   "And if she does?" I asked.

   Patricia gave me a long look and a smile, "Well, if she does, perhaps
we'll play together...  Would you like that?"

   I thought that one over.  The idea had its appeal, but...

   "I thought you were going into jealousy mode over me..." I said.

   She smiled at me and said, "Somehow, in my heart, I've come to the
conclusion that with you it's unnecessary.  I feel that you've committed to
me and that no one is going to come between us.  First of all, you're too
honest to do anything behind my back.  Second, as Dolores says, you wear
your heart on your sleeve, so it's pretty clear how you feel about me. 
Third, I don't think your sense of honor would allow you, even if your
affections changed direction, to do anything about it without telling me."

   "Wow!" I said, flabbergasted, "I didn't realize I was that transparent!
In this case, I think its a good thing, but I can think of situations where
it could be a problem."

   "It's a very good thing!" Patricia said, "But what about you?  Would it
make you jealous to see me playing with that little girl?"

   "No." I said, "You haven't made any secret of your feelings for me,
either, though you're not quite the open book that I seem to be.  Given how
I feel about you, though, I think that I will accept as much of you as
you're willing to share with me and count myself lucky.  It's not in my
nature to be jealous, since I believe that if you truly love me, you'll
always be with me, and if you don't, it's best for both of us to discover
that early."

   "Well," Patricia said softly, "let me see if I can increase your
confidence on that score..."

   She snaked a hand around the back of my head and pulled me in for a
passionate kiss - one that I returned with fervor.

   After a rousing breakfast of processed eggs and sausage between two
biscuit halves, with Tater Tots on the side (Yum!), Patricia and I got down
to the serious business of 'resting'.

   "Ready to pay your debt now, my dear?" I whispered in Patricia's ear as
I stood behind her, cupping her breasts through her T-shirt.

   "Ooohh, yes!" she said, leaning back into me.

   "Where's your goody bag?"

   She showed me the bag that contained her toys and bondage gear, and I
rummaged through it as she undressed.

   Taking Patricia unaware, I handcuffed her hands behind her and slipped a
sleep-mask over her eyes.  Tying a cord to the handcuffs, I stood on tiptoe
to remove one of the plants from its ceiling hook, and run the cord through
the hook.  I pulled on the cord until the lovely blonde was forced to bend
at the waist to keep her shoulders from being dislocated.  I tied the end
of the cord off at the foot of the heavy bed.

   "Oh my God!" Patricia said shakily, "This is scary!"

   I said "Shhh!" and tweaked a nipple for emphasis.

   Squatting beside her I spoke softly into her ear, brushing her long
blonde hair away from her face.

   "I'm going to explore you for a while, Patricia." I said softly, "To see
what makes you tick.  I need a word from you.  A signal that will tell me
if I'm going too far."

   "No you don't, Gary." she said, "I didn't give you that option, and I
won't take it from you.  Thank you, though, for offering."

   "Are you sure?" I asked.

   "Not at all!" she laughed nervously, "But that's how I want to play it!"

   "All right, then." I said, "Let's begin, shall we?  First, I want to see
how you respond to pain."

   I found a riding crop in her bag and quickly laid three stinging blows
across those beautiful buttocks.  I realized immediately that I was going
to need something else if I was to continue.  I found a ball gag in her bag
and forced it between Patricia's teeth, praying that the tenants in
adjoining rooms didn't report her screaming to anyone.

   "Do you need me to stop?" I asked.

   A quick shake of the head was her reply.

   I got a bit more creative.  By tying her ankles to the posts at the foot
of the bed, I soon had my slut-for-a-day spread wide open.  Because of the
blindfold, Patricia couldn't tell where the next blow would land, and I
kept her guessing: A quick tattoo on the inside of her thighs, a sharp blow
to the left breast, three to her wet, dripping slit, a smack to her right
breast, then I used the crop to slap her rigid cock around.  When I tired
of that, I stuck the handle of the crop deep into Patricia's weeping pussy,
then removed it and pushed it as far up her ass as it would go.  It
quivered and shook from her internal upheaval.

   I squatted by her head again, studying her tear-streaked face.

   "You okay?"

   A nod.

   "Want to stop?"

   A vigorous headshake.

   "Okay," I said, "As Emeril says, 'Let's kick it up a notch!'"

   Patricia groaned when I applied the nipple clamps.  Her groans grew
louder when I attached the weights.  In the goody bag, I found a double
vibrating dildo with a handle.  Both dildoes were of formidable size, and
from their configuration, could only be used on a single person with two
closely spaced orifices.

   I lifted the blindfold and showed it to Patricia.  Her eyes went wide.
Her head started to shake, then changed direction and nodded instead.

   "Are you sure?" I asked.

   A pause, then a quick nod.

   I removed the riding crop from her ass, and lubed my fingers, starting
with two and adding lubricant as I added fingers.  When I had four fingers
moving easily within Patricia's ass, and her pelvis rocked back to meet
them, I judged she was ready for the dildoes.

   Slowly, testing, I inserted the twin shafts into her holes, watching her
hard cock jump and slap against her belly as I did.  She was moaning
continuously into the gag as I began making short fucking motions - an inch
in, half an inch out.  Soon, more than half the length of the shafts was
inside her.

   "Still okay?" I asked, though I thought I knew the answer from the
copious amount of fluid running down her thighs.

   Her nod confirmed my suspicion.

   I took a firm grip on the handle that protruded from the base of the
double dildo and began stroking it deeply into her.  Each entry gained a
little more, and Patricia grunted as her nether openings stretched and gave
way before the twin cudgels!  Deeper and deeper I drove those two enormous
plastic phalluses, and my lover's hips rose to meet each thrust!  To my
amazement, after a few minutes of this assault, the plastic bridging the
bases of the dildoes began slapping flesh on each entry!  The damn thing
was in as deep as it could go!

   Now for the grand finale: I switched both vibrators on at medium speed
and sat down underneath her now sweaty torso, head toward her crotch, feet
toward her head.  Leaning back on my hands, I tilted my head as far back as
it would go and captured Patricia's dripping cock in my mouth.  It took a
little experimentation and I had to scoot backward a bit, but soon, I had
the angle just right.

   Supporting myself with one hand, I reached between her legs with the
other and grasped the handle of the dildoes.  I pulled them slowly out,
then slammed them inward with a powerful contraction of my arm muscles!  As
expected, her hips shot forward, driving Patricia's raging hard-on down my
throat!

   Again and again I plundered her ass and pussy as she involuntarily
fucked my throat.  The weights hanging from her nipple clamps swung back
and forth, slapping flesh at each end of their arc.  I could only imagine
the intensity of sensation that bombarded her, and as I turned the dildoes
to high, a muffled shriek emanated from the gag and Patricia hosed my
throat with what seemed like gallons of cum!

   I held the dildoes inside her and rotated the handle as she came,
strengthening and prolonging her climax, then slowly drew them out of her,
causing several aftershocks in the process!  The withdrawal of my mouth
from her cock had a similar effect as her supersensitive glans bumped past
my tonsils and over my tongue.

   I untied the cord from her handcuffs and let my exhausted lover
straighten up.

   "This," she gasped as I removed the gag and blindfold, "this is supposed
to be for YOUR pleasure!"

   "Oh, I'm having a marvelous time!" I replied, just as a knock sounded at
the door.

   I was still fully clothed, so I put a finger to my lips to signal for
silence and went to see who was there.  Through the little spyhole, all I
could see was the top of a head of brown hair.  Making sure the security
latch was in place, I opened the door a crack and peeped out.

   "Yes?" I said as I looked, then to my astonishment, I recognized Brenda
from the fast food joint, "Ah!  Brenda!  How nice of you to stop by!"

   I unlatched the door and announced, "Look darling!  Brenda's come to
play with us!"

   She was a petite little thing with shiny brown, shoulder length hair and
modest sized breasts.  She had shed the horrid uniform tunic and hat from
the fast food place and now wore a spandex top that left her cute little
midriff bare and a pair of low-slung jeans.

   Brenda blushed prettily but stepped inside without hesitation when I
opened the door.  Patricia was not in direct line of sight with the door,
so it took the little brunette a few moments to notice her.  When she did,
her hand went to her mouth and she emitted a little squeak of shock and
surprise.

   "Ohmigod!" she said, her voice high and stressed, "She's tied up, and -
and she's got a - ohmigod she's got a penis!"

   Her wide-eyed stare found my smiling countenance just as Patricia spoke.

   "Hello, Brenda." she said, in a low sultry voice, "I'm afraid I'm a
little indisposed at the moment.  You'll forgive me, won't you, if I don't
come greet you properly?"

   "Huh?" the little brunette couldn't believe what she was hearing, but
had apparently been raised to be polite, "Oh!  Of course!"

   Then she turned back to me.

   "W-why is she all tied up like that?" she asked.

   "She's working off a debt." I said, figuring honesty to be the best
policy, "You see, she tied me up the other night and had her way with me,
so it's only fair that I get to tie her up.  See those two big dildoes on
the bed?"

   "Big what?" she looked at the bed, then gasped when she saw the plastic
phalluses' slimy bulk "Oh!"

   "I just fucked her with those," I said, "while I sucked her off."

   "Ohmigod!" Brenda's face had taken on a permanent flush and she held her
purse protectively in front of her crotch.

   I stepped up behind her and brushed her hair aside.  She shivered, but
didn't move away when I kissed the back of her neck.

   "I was just about to play with my lovely toy some more," I whispered,
"would you like to help?"

   She craned her head back to look at me over her shoulder and croaked,
"You mean...  You're not, like, going to tie ME up are you?"

   "Not unless you want me to, pretty Brenda." I said, and boldly explored
her small breasts through the tube top she wore.  I felt her nipples go
rigid under my palms and pinched them lightly through the fabric.

   Brenda gasped, and asked breathlessly, "What kinds of things can we do
to her?"

   "Anything that doesn't injure her," I said, "but I would prefer that
whatever we do, she gets pleasure from it as well.  I've just been
discovering that she has a certain affinity for pain, however!"

   Brenda moved her body absent-mindedly under the direction of my hands,
almost as if she didn't notice that I was undressing her.  She couldn't
take her eyes off Patricia's luscious, vulnerable body, especially her
resurrected erection.

   "Wait a minute!" she said, as I slipped her panties off, "She'd have to
have pussy for you to use that, that thing on her!"

   "She does!" I said, "and a juicy delicious one at that!"

   "You mean she's got both?"

   I had had just about enough of her treating my lover as if she weren't
there.

   "Ask her yourself, Brenda!" I said firmly, "Better yet, go see if she'll
give you permission to explore her body and find out for yourself, but talk
TO her, not ABOUT her!  She's a real, living person, with real, sensitive
feelings!"

   She blushed again, and her whole, bare body turned a lovely shade of
pink.

   "Oh, I'm sorry!" she said to me, then to Patricia, "I'm sorry!"

   She took a tentative step in Patricia's direction.

   "I-I'm sorry, ma'am!" she said, turning even deeper red, "I-I just never
saw anyone like you before!  Do you mind if I...?"

   She made a gesture toward Patricia's crotch.

   Ever the lady, even bound, Patricia answered, "Please do, dear!  Touch
me anywhere you like!"

   Tentatively, Brenda extended a small hand to touch my lover's rigid
cock, which flexed, startling her.

   "Oh!" she cried, then giggled at her silliness.

   The little brunette was mesmerized by the sight before her.  Her hand
wouldn't reach all the way around that magnificent shaft.

   "So big!" she sighed under her breath, "Oh my!"

   I stepped up behind her again, gently squeezing her breasts, and bit her
earlobe before whispering, "Wouldn't you like to suck it?  I bet you never
gave a beautiful woman a blowjob before!"

   Brenda's eyes sought Patricia's and my lover seconded my suggestion in a
sultry voice, "You know you want to, dear!  Go ahead and take my girl dick
in your sweet little mouth.  Wrap your tongue around it and taste my
juice!"

   As if in a trance, Brenda knelt before her and guided the tip of that
wonderful rod between her lips.  A small moan escaped her lips as she
engulfed the red, swollen glans.

   "Gary's going to fuck you while you suckle me, Brenda," Patricia said,
her eyes burning into mine, "Would you like that?"

   "Mmm-mmm!" was all that came from around the shaft, but her nod was
definitely affirmative.

   I quickly stripped and positioned Brenda on hands and knees as she
continued her oral ministrations, never losing contact with Patricia's
magic wand.  She was gobbling more of my lover's cock as I entered her
tight, wet, cavern.  Her body was small for a cock the size of mine but
when I bumped her cervix with several inches still outside, she pushed back
as though determined to get it all.

   The polite thing to do seemed to be to help her out, so I withdrew and
pushed forcefully back in, burying another inch or so!  Her hunger for the
cock in her mouth redoubled as my assault on her pussy gained momentum! 
Patricia bent her knees to get a better angle, and when I drove into the
brunette's pussy, my lover slammed into her throat!

   Soon, both our cocks were pounding full length into the willing girl who
had gone off into an ever-increasing series of explosions as we ravished
both of her openings.  She got noisier and thrashed about even more when I
pushed two pussy-juice lubricated fingers into her ass!

   When her anus milked my fingers like it wanted more, I slipped from her
sloppy pussy, and before her lust-fogged brain knew what I was about, I
wedged my slimy cockhead into her chocolate chute!  Brenda screamed around
Patricia's cock and came again!  I took my time getting fully into her,
giving her time to settle down a bit, and when she did, I guided her right
hand to my lovely lady's pussy, urging her two middle fingers inside. 
Those went in easily, so I folded the pliant girl's hand into a rolled up
cylinder, and pushed the whole thing into the older woman's dripping gash,
still somewhat stretched from the dildoes.

   Brenda's eye's went wide when she realized what I had done, and that her
entire hand was now buried in Patricia's pussy!

   "Make a fist!" I instructed.

   Brenda's eyes rolled in my direction, but she apparently did as I
commanded.  Patricia gasped at the sudden stretching!

   "Now," I said huskily, "Fuck her!"

   Again, Patricia and I double-ended the little brunette, as her small
fist made its way deeper and deeper into my lover's pussy.  Patricia had
just cum recently, but watching this little fast-food cashier swallow her
cock while mine reamed her asshole soon had her on edge, especially with
the girl's arm inside her almost to the elbow!

   I hadn't had any release since my shower and I was first to go.  When
Brenda felt me flooding her intestines, she went rigid and used her
impaling arm to pull Patricia's cock all the way down her throat.  She
screamed bloody murder around that buried shaft, and the vibrations sent
Patricia over the edge as well!

   We must have made a strange tableau, locked together in the throes of
lustful fulfillment, but I daresay none of us were thinking beyond what our
bodies were doing at that instant!

   As I pulled out of Brenda's ass, she collapsed on the floor, her
nerveless hand pulling forcefully from Patricia's body, forcing one last
spurt from her wilting cock.

   When I could, I went to release my lover from her bondage, telling her,
"I'd say your debt was paid, with interest!"

   "Wait!" she said, as I bent to untie her ankles, "I want one favor
before you release me, okay?"

   "Anything within my power!" I replied.

   "I want to be the meat in a Patricia sandwich!"

   I looked down at Brenda's limp form and said, "You may have to wait a
few minutes, Baby.  Let me get the circulation going in your feet, and
we'll find another position in which to do the sandwich, okay?"

   She offered her lips for a kiss in response, and I took them with
passion.

   "You looked SO hot fucking that little girl, Gary!" she said sexily.

   "Maybe," I replied, "but she's got a big time crush on you, especially
since she discovered your special secret!  If she could, that little girl
would have you for breakfast, lunch and dinner!"

   "Mmmm!" Patricia sighed, "That's a lovely thought, but I'm taken! 
She'll just have to settle for a little snack now and then."

   "It's really both of you!" Brenda's little girl voice arose groggily
from the floor as she struggled to sit up, "The two of you together just
OOZE sex!  I almost creamed my panties when you rolled down your window
this morning, and when I came in here and saw you - so beautiful and sexy
and all tied up - and you told me what you'd been doing!  OH MY GOD!  I
thought I would DIE!  And what you DID to me!  You two just, just blow me
away!!"

   I had finished untying Patricia's ankles and releasing the handcuffs
while Brenda delivered her monologue.  I helped the brunette off the floor
and, once again taking liberties with my hands, whispered, up close and
personal, "Have you ever been fucked senseless by a beautiful woman with a
big cock?"

   "N-no," she writhed under my hands, succumbing to my every touch, "but I
bet I'm about to get the chance!"

   "Actually," I said, "We're going to make a sandwich.  See those leather
cuffs?"

   I pointed to the cuffs that had bound me to the bed Friday night. 
Brenda nodded.  (I had a fleeting thought about what the maids must have
thought as they cleaned the room yesterday!)

   "When I tell you to, I want you to put them on this sexy lady's wrists
and ankles.  Can you do that?"

   At her wide-eyed nod I continued, "Good!  When you've got her secured, I
want you to blow her until she's hard, then mount her and fuck her brains
out, okay?"

   "Ooooohhhh, yeah!" she cooed as I pinched her nipples.

   I grabbed a large vibrating butt-plug from the toy bag, and a long,
slender dildo.  Bending Patricia over the edge of the bed, I worked the
plug into her until her ring clamped down on its narrow neck.

   "Okay, Baby?" I asked.

   Patricia swiveled her hips experimentally, then replied, "Oh, yes!"

   I took the other dildo with me as I reclined on the bed, then instructed
Patricia to mount me, facing my feet.  She moaned as my cock entered her
vaginal tunnel, now constricted by the bulk of the plug.

   "You are a devilishly inventive lover, Gary!" she sighed as she lay back
on my chest, "But OH what you do to my insides!"

   Brenda needed a little instruction to get the cuffs buckled properly,
and the chains set to the right length, but by the time she finished,
Patricia was spread-eagled on top of me, face up, with my cock deep in her
pussy!  By then, it didn't take much oral stimulation to get my lover's
cock ready, and soon the little Brunette was 'ooh'ing and 'ahh'ing her way
down that hard, thick pole, straddling Patricia's hips.

   Once seated on Patricia's pelvis, she started to post, rising up and
down the hard rod.

   "You are just SO sexy and beautiful!" Brenda cooed to Patricia as she
rode, then to me: "And God!  You've got that big dick inside her after you
put that monster THING up her butt!  You two are just so WILD!"

   I don't think either of us had breath for an answer, and Brenda
apparently didn't expect one.  As her passion grew, I reached around her
and slipped the long skinny dildo I had brought with me all the way up her
ass!

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she cried as the slender shaft went into her, "Oh DAMN!
That is just too much!  What are you doing to me!?"

   "Do you want me to take it out, Brenda?" I asked, holding the dildo deep
inside her.

   "Yeah!" she replied, "I'll give you a week to get that outta there!  Oh
FUCK!"

   Brenda gave a shudder and began cumming.  The more she came, the harder
her hips gyrated on Patricia's cock.  The more she moved, the more her
motion moved the 'meat' in our sandwich around MY cock, and, with the
enormous butt plug vibrating insanely on the other side of a thin membrane
from it, the better my cock felt!

   Suddenly, Brenda grabbed both of Patricia's nipple clamps and began
yanking on them, causing my lover to cry out from the pain!

   "Damn!" I said under my breath, "I forgot about those!"

   I covered Brenda's hands with mine to ease and stop her motion, and when
she looked at me, I said, "These have been on too long.  I'm going to take
them off now and get some circulation back in her nipples."

   Reluctantly, Brenda relinquished her hold on the clamps and I released
them one at a time.  Patricia gasped as the blood rushed back in, bringing
more pain with it.

   I massaged her breasts gently as Brenda slowly rose up and down on her
pleasure pole.

   "Brenda!" I said sharply, to get her attention, then I offered up
Patricia's succulent breasts, saying, "Suck them!  It'll help get the blood
back into them, but be careful, they're very sensitive right now.  You can
use your teeth, but not too hard."

   She looked a little reluctant at first, but Patricia's sultry voice
worked its magic, "Come on, little girl.  You know you've been wanting to
taste them since you saw me this morning.  Come to mama, baby.  That's it!
Taste it!  Ooooh yeah!  Your sweet little mouth feels so good!  Now bite,
just a little...  Ah!  Yes!  Just like that!  Now the other one..."

   Brenda was in heaven.  Once started, it seemed she couldn't get enough
of my lover's tits.  Patricia continued to instruct her on just where and
how to use her mouth, and I continued to fuck slowly into my lover's cunt,
while snaking that long dildo in and out of Brenda's ass as she rode
Patricia's girl cock!

   Brenda, for her part, kept cumming!  Her passion, transmitted through
her mouth and pussy, soon had Patricia and I on edge.  The sounds of
sucking and hard members slamming into wet holes got louder and faster! 
The butt plug hummed away inside Patricia's ass, vibrating my cock through
the intervening membrane!

   It was done!  The pressure had built to the max and together, Patricia
and I exploded!  Her pussy milked my spasming cock as she spewed hot lava
into the little brown-haired fast-food cashier impaling herself on my
lover's rod!  With a final scream, Brenda went rigid and collapsed on top
of us!

   After I caught my breath, I rolled the brunette off onto the bed, and
unfastened Patricia's wrist cuffs.  With an effort, she sat up, groaning
and shuddering as the butt plug was forced even deeper into her.  She
reached down and released her ankles, then rolled over to lie beside Brenda
on the bed.

   "Are you okay, Baby?" I asked her.

   "Never been okay-er, Gary!" she replied tiredly.  "But I'll be even
better if you get this hunk of plastic out of my rear!"

   "Sure!" I said, getting shakily to my feet, "Roll over on your side and
bring your knees up.  That's good!  Okay, a little stretching...  Easy! 
There, that's the worst!  Now let me just slide it...  There you are. 
Looks like it's going to take a few minutes to close back up, though."

   "That's okay," she grinned, "the extra ventilation will help cool me
off!"

   "I can't believe you just said that!" said Brenda, finally rejoining us,
"By the way, what time is it?"

   I looked at the clock beside the bed and told her what it said.

   "Oh, shoot!" she jumped up and started to dress hurriedly, "I promised
my family I'd go to church with them this afternoon!"

   It took her only a few minutes to find her clothing and get dressed, but
before she left, Brenda picked up the pen by the phone and wrote something
on the notepad that was there.

   As she headed for the door, she turned to look back at us.

   "I know I'm not much more than one of those dildo things to you two,"
she said hurriedly, as if delivering a prepared speech, "but this has been
the HOTTEST sex of my life!  I left my number there in case you ever want
to 'play' with me again, okay?  Bye!"

   With that, she hurried out of the room, as if afraid to hear what we
might say in response.  Patricia and I looked at each other and laughed.  I
tore off the sheet from the notepad, folded it and offered it to Patricia.

   "You keep it!" she smiled, "I don't have my purse handy, and I won't
need it unless I'm with you."
   I found my pants and stuffed the paper into my billfold.