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 The Choice by Val White (bug_white@yahoo.com) Copyright February, 2008

   I'm falling in love.  Instead of being happy about it, I'm torn apart.
Not because I feel I'm not ready.  Not because I have mixed feelings.  Not
because I feel I don't deserve it.  I'm torn apart because I'm falling in
love with two different people.

   I hadn't meant for it to happen this way.  Being a normal 26 year old
bisexual male, I generally wasn't looking for commitment from my
relationships.  I would flit from person to person, enjoying them to the
fullest while I was with them, occasionally forging a stronger bond and
seeing them exclusively for a short while, but never regretting it very
deeply when I moved on to my next lover.  I had often wondered what true
love was really like; I secretly harboured the thought that it wasn't as
great as it was made out to be in movies and in books.  Up until recently,
I had been leading a life without that deep, one on one love and I found it
hard to imagine a better life than this.  I was healthy, had a good job,
had wonderful friends, family that loved me and who I loved, and had no
difficulty finding partners for sex and companionship.  How could life be
any better?

   Well, now I knew life could be a million times better.  I was pretty
sure I wasn't even really in love yet.  I had a premonition that what I was
feeling now was merely a prelude to a universe encompassing blanket of
euphoria that could be.  What I felt for Mark and Ann now was a yearning in
my soul for what I knew could be.  I wanted to spend the rest of my life
getting to know every nuance of their personalities so that I could
appreciate them to their fullest.  I hungered to have them look at me the
way I looked at them.  And now I had to pick one.  Of course, the corollary
to picking one was discarding the other.  It would be like throwing a piece
of myself away.  I didn't know how I would do it, but I had to.  If I let
it go on much longer, I would be so hopelessly in love with both of them I
would surely die if I had to give one up.

   I had met Mark about 2 months ago on a Saturday at Manchesters, a
downtown gay bar.  Drawn to him because of his dark good looks and because
he was so obviously enjoying himself, I asked him to dance.  A few dances
and a few drinks later, we were in a cab to my apartment where we spent the
next 2 hours having wild sex.  I fell asleep that night with my arm draped
comfortably over Mark's chest.  We made love again Sunday morning in the
shower.  I made us breakfast and we enjoyed our first real conversation
over coffee, toast and omelettes.  While trading basic biographical facts,
I found out Mark was gay, an engineer working in construction, an only
child, had a beautiful smile which came easily to his face, had a great
sense of humour, and was someone who I wanted to see again.  We traded
phone numbers and made a date for dinner and a movie the following
Wednesday.

   I met Ann later that Sunday.  I got a call in the afternoon from my
friend Lloyd inviting me over for pizza and to watch a couple of DVDs with
a few friends.  When I showed up, I discovered that besides Lloyd and his
wife, there were two other couples and one unattached female named Ann. 
The movie line-up was two chick flicks.  At the first opportunity, I
cornered Lloyd alone in the kitchen.

   "Not too subtle, Lloyd."

   Lloyd grinned sheepishly.  "Don't blame me Paul, it was Sheila's idea.
But hey, don't hold it against Ann.  She's a great girl; you could do a lot
worse than her."

   It turned out to be a pretty good night.  Despite the set up, it wasn't
awkward.  I didn't really interact with Ann more than any of the other
people.  She seemed nice enough, but we didn't make any special connection.
I went home actually thinking more about Mark than Ann.  He had made a
pretty big impression on me fairly quickly.

   Monday was a brutal day at the office.  I worked until eight before I
realized I wasn't going to finish the project that night.  I looked in on
Vijay who was also working late and asked him if he wanted to join me for a
beer in O'Malleys across the street.

   "Sorry bro, I got a hot date tonight.  If I don't get home and get ready
in the next half hour, there'll be no nookie for me."

   I smiled and said "Good luck".

   "Luck's got nothing to do with it pal."

   I decided to grab a beer any way.  I walked into O'Malleys and smiled at
Sam the bartender.  "Bud, Sam." I took a pull from my beer then scanned the
room to see if there was anybody there I knew.  I was surprised to see Ann
from the night before sitting at a table with another woman.  I walked over
to say hello.  Ann smiled warmly and asked me to join them.  What the hell,
I thought.  Beats sitting alone at the bar.

   I sat down and Ann introduced me to her friend Ginny.  They both worked
as junior lawyers in a medium sized firm in the same office building across
the street where I worked.

   We chatted about inconsequential stuff for 20 minutes or so.  The
waitress came by to see if we wanted another round.  I was about to order
one when Ginny piped up that she had to leave.  I looked inquisitively at
Ann and she said "Sure, why not?"

   After Ginny left, we laughed a little about the awkward situation we
were in the night before.  We got to know each other a little and I
realized I was subconsciously putting the moves on her.  Well, she was
pretty good looking and I hadn't had any pussy for a couple of days.  As
Lloyd had said, I could do worse (although I think he had something a
little more lasting than a good fuck in mind when he said that).

   "I'm getting hungry.  There's a nice Chinese place around the corner. 
How about a bite?" I asked.

   "You mean The Lotus?" I nodded.  "I'd love to!" she replied.

   We continued to flirt over a glass of wine and some chicken chow mein
for the next hour or so.  I told her I was bisexual.  I try to tell all the
girls I pursue before we go to bed; it's only fair to them.  Her reaction
was fairly typical; polite surprise.  After a moment of silence, we
continued talking with no apparent change in her demeanour.  After crossing
that hurdle, I knew I'd be getting into her panties that night.

   We went back to my apartment and wasted no time getting to know each
other more intimately.  After a little over an hour of pretty strenuous
sex, she said she had to leave.  I told her I'd like for her to spend the
night, but she declined, saying she had a big day tomorrow and wanted to
wake up in her own apartment so she shower and dress without getting up at
an ungodly hour to get back to her place.  She suggested we meet in the
coffee shop in the lobby of our office building at 10 tomorrow morning.  I
agreed.

   My impression of her after that first night together was that she could
be a good fuck buddy.  She was good looking, enjoyed sex, and certainly at
first blush was not the clingy type.  I went to bed and fell asleep that
first Monday of what would turn out to be a new chapter in my life thinking
of Mark and Ann.

   It very quickly got much better from there.  I had my second date with
Mark, and to my surprise, we didn't even have sex.  We stayed up talking
till 3 am, then went to bed and fell asleep in each others' arms.  We would
see each other a couple of times a week, and would always talk for hours
and except for that one time on our second date, we would have marathon sex
sessions.  I was always exhausted the next day.  At first, I told myself it
was just an infatuation, but looking back on it now, I had started to fall
in love with Mark on the first day I met him.

   I was seeing Ann daily at work, usually just for 10 minutes at a time at
the coffee shop, but also 2 or 3 times a week for dinner and a fuck.  I had
never felt so close to a woman before.  For the first month, I would feel
happy whenever I saw her.  It's harder to pin down with Ann, but the
happiness of friendship at some point started to give way to a glow of
contentment which was the first seed of love.

   A couple of weeks ago, I realized I had a problem.  What I felt for Mark
was more immediate and more passionate, so I thought of him as my
boyfriend. With Ann, it was different; more mellow, less demanding.  I
still thought of her as a friend with benefits.  So it was only logical
that in order to take the next step with Mark, I had to stop seeing Ann, or
at least to stop sleeping with her.  Once I had made my decision, I
realized that the glow of contentment I felt with Ann had now grown into a
fire, and it wouldn't give me up that easily.

   I had continued to wrestle with the problem over the past two weeks, and
all the while my feelings for my two lovers continued to grow stronger.  I
had to decide.  I couldn't decide.  I'm ashamed to say, I almost let
society decide for me; since it would be more acceptable to most people for
me to be in a committed relationship with Ann, maybe I should pick Ann. 
But the passion I had with Mark - there was no replacing that passion!

   I've finally decided a way forward.  I'm not convinced it's a good plan;
actually, I think it's probably a bad plan.  But I have to do something. 
I'm going to talk to Ann and Mark about it.  Together.  I can't talk to one
alone; I know it would go badly and that person would leave me, so by
talking to them individually I'd be choosing to be with the second person
by default.  I can't imagine a good ending to this; but I am truly at a
loss and can't see any other way to proceed.

   Early on in my two relationships, I told my two lovers briefly that I
was seeing someone of the other sex.  I knew they both knew I was still
seeing the other person, every now and then I would inadvertently say
something like "Ann said..." or "Mark and I...".  Of course, I didn't talk
about them much, and they never asked.  Yesterday, I invited them both to
supper, and I told Mark I wanted him to meet Ann and Ann I wanted her to
meet Mark.  I was surprised (and somewhat worried) at the lack of questions
or response I got from what I considered a very strange situation.

   I've got the spaghetti sauce simmering away in anticipation of my
guests' arrival, and I'm nervously twirling a glass of wine in my hands,
too preoccupied to drink.  I nearly spill it when the doorbell rings.  I
rush to the door and open it; my nervousness disappears for a split second
as I gaze lovingly at Ann standing in the hall.  Before she can come in,
Mark arrives behind her.  I am momentarily overwhelmed; this is the first
time I have seen the two most important people in my life together at the
same time.  My stomach ties itself into a knot as I remember why they are
here together.

   "Come in, come in" I say, trying to appear calm.

   Ann walks in and Mark follows her.  He is holding a single rose.  I
wonder why, but I'm too busy trying to control my flip-flopping stomach to
give it any serious thought.  "Mark, this is Ann.  Ann, Mark."

   Mark hands Ann the rose.  "Very pleased to meet you" he says as he leans
forward and kisses Ann lightly on the lips.

   Ann smiles and says "Thank you Mark.  It's beautiful," holding the rose
to her nose and inhaling its sweet scent.  She turns to me and says "You
should have told me how handsome Mark was.  I would have insisted on
meeting him earlier."

   I'm nonplussed by this polite behaviour.  I was expecting guarded
civility at best, thinly veiled hostility more likely.  "Why don't the two
of you sit down for a minute while I go put the spaghetti on.  Mark,
there's wine and glasses on the coffee table.  Pour us each a glass
please."

   I go into the kitchen to take care of the spaghetti and the other last
minute items.  As I hurry around the kitchen, I can hear them talking to
each other, but I can't make out what they are saying.  `I should have
ordered in' I think to myself.  `What could they be talking about?  What a
jerk I am, no doubt.' I hear them laugh.  I'm dying to know what's going
on.

   I walk into the living room and my chin nearly hits the floor.  I can't
believe what I'm seeing.  Mark and Ann are on the couch, kissing!  Tongues!
Mark's hand is on Ann's tit!

   "What....what..." I stammer.

   Mark breaks his liplock with Ann and gives me one of his 1000 watt
smiles.  "Beat you to it, Paul.  Want some?" he asks as he playfully grabs
Ann's tit from underneath and lifts it.

   "What are you doing?" I finally managed to get out.

   "I knew you had invited us over to try to get a threesome going, so
after talking to Ann about it we decided to get a jump on it and get
started without you."

   I was stunned.  I couldn't think straight.  What did this mean?  This
was completely out of control.  "I love you both" I blurted out.  It was
the first time I had ever said that to anyone romantically.  How many times
in the history of man do you think that the first time a guy said that it
was to two people?

   Ann could tell I was upset, but she didn't know why.  "Hey, I love you
to.  We want to make you happy.  I know you love Mark, every time you
mention his name you get this stupid goofy grin on your face." So much for
my attempts at keeping one from the other.

   "He did that to you too?  I thought you must be Aphrodite herself the
way he would gush whenever he mentioned your name!" Mark exclaimed.  Note
to self: never play poker.  "Look Paul, I love you too much to let you go
over some girl.  Sorry, Ann, I didn't mean that the way it sounded.  I know
she's important to you, and I think I am too, so if you want us to get to
know each other, I'm all for it."

   It was starting to dawn on me that this might be a way out of my
dilemma. I wasn't lovestruck enough to fool myself into believing that this
really had a serious chance of working out in the long run, but 1) it
solved my immediate problem 2) I didn't have any realistic alternative and
3) I had two great pieces of ass on my couch looking for a threesome!

   Suddenly, a problem occurred to me.  "But your gay" I said to Mark.

   "Well, yeah, but I'm not dead.  I've had sex with girls a couple of
times, and everything works.  Besides, you're here to get me going if my
engine fails" he said with a smile.

   "Are you sure you're OK with this, Ann?"

   She grinned shyly and answered "I'm kinda looking forward to it."

   "Let's get cooking!  Oh fuck, cooking!  Just a sec, just a sec, I gotta
turn off the stove!" I ran into the kitchen and turned everything off. 
Fuck the mess, I'll clean up tomorrow, I thought as I hurried back into the
living room.

   Ann and Mark were on the couch where I had left them.  "Let's go to the
bedroom" I said.  They both got up and followed me into the bedroom.  I
took Ann into my arms and kissed her deeply and lovingly.  Mark, who was
never a romantic (playful, passionate, exuberant, but not romantic) began
stripping while watching us from a couple of feet away.

   "Come here" I mumbled past Ann's lips.

   "Just a sec" Mark said as he stripped off his boxers, exposing his
beautiful semi erect prick.  He stepped over to join us and added his mouth
to ours.  We sloppily engaged in a three way kiss, sucking each others'
tongues, hungrily attacking our partners' mouths.

   Mark pulled away an inch or two "I want to see her cunt" he announced.

   Ann guffawed.  "Not exactly Cyrano de Bergerac, is he?"

   I laughed "Not exactly".

   "What?" Mark said, honestly perplexed at our laughter.  "I haven't seen
a real live cunt since college.  I want to see her cunt.  Don't you want to
see her cunt?" he asked me.

   "You're right.  Off with her panties!" I exclaimed in a mock stern voice
as I backed her onto the bed.

   We quickly stripped Ann and stood back to admire her body.  Ann has
beautiful tits, round and ample with perfect pink nipples which at the
moment were indicating her arousal as they stood hard and proud.  Her flat
stomach gave way to her lovely shaven mound, her vaginal lips slightly
puffy and spread, exposing a little of the pink beauty within.  Her legs
were long and luscious.  Her best feature though was her skin.  It was so
smooth and creamy white, completely without blemish.

   Mark stood back in a rare quiet moment.  "Wow" he whispered as he slowly
stroked his rod.  I saw that he was now completely hard, his nine inches of
manhood already leaking precum from the swollen tip.  I admired his
swimmer's body; long and lean but with good muscle definition.  He had
broad shoulders tapering to a trim waist and a nice round ass.  In contrast
to Ann, he was quite dark.  He kept his pubic hair neatly trimmed, with
shaved balls and a shaved ass.  I liked mostly hair free genitalia, when
I'm eating out I reserve the flossing for afterwards.

   "And you call yourself a fag" I mocked.  "One look at a pussy and he
gets weak at the knees."

   "She's beautiful" he said in hushed tones.  "I want to see you eat her,
Paul.  Eat her cunt.  Please."

   Noticing that I was the only one still dressed, I quickly stripped,
freeing my own eight inch cock from its cottony confines.  I joined Ann on
the bed, spreading her legs.  She lifted her knees up and brought them down
on either side of her chest exposing herself completely to me and Mark. 
Mark joined me on the bed, we both leaned in towards Ann's inviting snatch.
I was usually an attentive lover, slowly building up over time.  But
tonight, I was horny beyond all reason.  I dove in with gusto, fucking
Ann's quim with my tongue.  Mindful of Mark's enjoyment, I spread Ann's
cunt lips wide with one hand and lapped at the exposed pink interior with
my head slightly to one side, giving him as good a show as I could.

   "Yeah, that's nice" he encouraged me.

   Ann began to whimper under my ministrations.  I could feel her inner
heat emanating from her pussy.  Her cunt became wetter under my tongue.  I
revelled in the salty sweet taste of her nectar.  I lifted my head for a
two second breather; Mark grasped me by the neck and pulled me to him,
kissing me deeply.

   "Mmmm...I had forgotten what pussy tasted like..." he muttered as he
lapped up Ann's cream from my face.  "Turn over" he said to Ann.  "On your
knees.  Yeah, that's right, arch your back.  Get that ass up in the air. 
It's my turn now" he said.

   Mark's usual style in bed (with me, anyways) was a no-holds barred
head-on assault.  For whatever reason, he took a different approach with
Ann.  He started by caressing her buttocks ever so lightly with his lips -
not kissing, not licking, just making the barest of contact between his
lips and her creamy tight skin.  He then moved up her body, never breaking
the light contact, until he was touching her ear.

   He whispered "You have a beautiful ass." His tongue came out for the
first time and he tickled her earlobe with it.  "Can I taste your ass?" he
asked.

   "Yes" moaned Ann.

   "Do you want me to lick your ass?  I want to.  Let me taste your ass" he
whispered.

   "Fuck yes...please...please do it now" Ann whimpered.

   "Ok.  I'll do it if you want me to.  First I'll lick it.  I'll stick my
tongue in deep and taste your insides.  I'll shove a finger past your
sphincter and fuck you.  Then I'll pull it out and suck my finger, so I can
taste you deeper.  Would you like to share?  Do you want to taste your ass
with me?" He continued ever so lightly licking her ear, her neck, her
cheek.

   "Yes...yes...please Mark...do it now...I need you..."

   "Good.  That's good.  I'm glad you want to taste your ass with me.  Your
ass is so beautiful, I know it will taste sweet and delicious.  I want to
share that with you.  I think we'll be sharing a lot from now on.  Do you
know what I want to do with your ass after I've licked it, after I've
fingered it, after I've tasted it with you?  Hmmm?  Do you know?" Mark's
left hand had started to wander over Ann's lower back and upper ass with a
feather light touch to match his continued teasing of her face with his
tongue.

   Ann let out an unintelligible moan.  She was starting to writhe with
desire.  Mark was driving her wild.  The whole situation was having an
identical affect on me.  I thought I was going to blow a vein in my cock I
was so hard.  I wanted to simultaneously suck Mark's cock, have him fuck
me, fuck him, and fuck Ann all at the same time.  But I was transfixed by
my normally sexually boisterous and exuberant boyfriend teasing my
girlfriend so exquisitely.

   "I'll tell you what I want to do.  I want to fuck your pretty little ass
with my big, hard cock.  I want to stick my stiff prick in your tight, hot
ass until my balls cover your wet cunt.  Then I want to pound my cock in
and out of your ass until you beg me to shoot my load inside of you.  But
I'm afraid.  I'm afraid I'm too big for you.  What do you think?  Do you
think I can fit my huge fuckstick inside that tight little hole of yours?
Do you?  Feel that," he said as he guided her hand to his steely rod. 
"Feel how big and hard it is.  Feel how long it is.  I don't think you can
take it.  Can you take it, Ann?  Do you want it, Ann?  Do you need it?"

   "Yes!  Yes!" she screamed.  "I can take it!  I want it!  I need you in
my ass!  Fuck me!  But do it now..." She began to whimper in a breathy
voice.  "Fuck me now.  I can't stand it any more.  Please fuck my ass now."

   "Well, Ok.  If you're sure that's what you want" he said.  He crawled
back to her nether regions and said in a normal voice "Thank You Father for
what we are about to receive" and dove into her crack in a style I was more
familiar with.

   He slurped noisily and wetly at her puckered pink hole.  Every few
seconds he would dive lower for a lap or two at Ann's now dripping pussy,
but as promised he concentrated on her ass, tonguing, kissing and biting
it. He brought his hands up and placed a thumb on either side of her tight
little rosebud so they were touching each other and applied pressure
downwards and outwards, spreading her open like a flower.  He speared at
her with his tongue, tasting her as deeply as he could.

   He slipped a finger into her creamy cunt, working it in and out a few
times.  "Fuck, she's wet" he said to me as he pulled out his digit and
began to slide it over her asshole.  He forced it past the ring of her
entrance and began to slowly and gently fuck her tight little ass with it.
He pulled it out and examined it for a second before popping it into his
mouth and sucking the flavour from it.  """Mmmm...better than I imagined,"
he said approvingly.  He worked the finger back into her eager anus. 
Leaning forward he licked around her opening as his finger slid in and out.
He worked a second finger into her tight confines.  After a few strokes, he
continued to fulfill his promise by removing them and scooting up to Ann's
face.

   "You've got the sweetest ass.  Here, share this with me," he said as he
offered her his fingers from her chocolate tunnel.  She took them into her
mouth hungrily.  He joined her, licking his fingers while they were still
in her mouth.  He broke away to ask "Are you ready for some cock?"

   "Oh God...I couldn't be more ready!" Ann answered.

   He repositioned himself once more behind her ass, this time on his
knees. "Slick me down, Paul."

   I eagerly took his rod into my mouth.  I deep throated him, inducing the
gag reflex so that I would completely coat his tumescent prick with my
lubricating saliva.

   "Thanks" he said as he withdrew from my mouth and placed the swollen
head of his engorged member at Ann's quivering opening.  I leaned in to
spit a gob of saliva directly onto his glans for extra lube.  He started to
force his way in slowly.  His head began to disappear in Ann's spit soaked
asshole.  The shaft started to sink in inch by inch.  Soon he was buried to
the hilt.  He let out a groan of ecstasy.  "Fuck, this is one nice ass!" he
exclaimed.  He looked at me with a smile "If she had a dick I might just
kick you out and fuck her till I died!" With that, he began to slowly
piston in and out of Ann's dark love tunnel.

   With every forward thrust of Mark's hips, Ann would rock backwards to
take his invading organ as deeply as she could.  She would grunt and moan,
occasionally exhorting him to fuck her deeper, slam her harder, fill her up
completely.  My face was a mere foot or so away from the action so I could
see every detail of my girlfriend getting her ass pummelled by my
boyfriends nine inches of cock.  Mark looked at me and withdrew completely
and said "Suck my dick." I eagerly enveloped his throbbing manhood.  "Yeah,
see what she tastes like nine inches deep.  You like that?  Huh?  You like
my dick when its covered in your girlfriend's ass juice?"

   "How about you, Ann?  You want to taste my cock from your ass?" he asked
as he pulled his prick from my mouth and slammed it back into Ann's shit
chute.

   "Yes, please.  I want to taste it.  Please give it to me!"

   He withdrew once again from her warmth and quickly crawled to her head
to feed her his cock flavoured with the depths of her bowels.  She took it
in eagerly as deeply as she could.  She only managed seven inches of his
steely shaft before gagging on its length.  She sucked and slurped at it.

   Mark didn't let her enjoy it for long; he withdrew and with a quick kiss
moved back to her ass to continue his ride.  Once again he slipped his rod
into her velvety warmth.  He fucked her mercilessly, building quickly
towards his release.  He could feel the jism boiling deep in his balls.  He
threw back his head and roared, wordlessly begging a higher power for
release.  His prayers were answered; he began to shoot his hot, sticky man
juice into Ann's gripping anus.  His shaft buried to the balls, he let off
his first salvo in the depths of her rectum.  He withdrew until just the
swollen purple head of his fuckstick was in her opening and fired off
another shot of his seed.  In and shoot again; withdraw and pump more jizz
into her moist cavern.  He repeated the cycle seemingly endlessly until he
finally withdrew and shot one final wad of white hot liquid onto her still
slightly gaping asshole.  He collapsed on the bed beside her, completely
spent.

   I, on the other hand, was in a near frenzy.  I had never been so
sexually stimulated in my life.  Before Ann had a chance to move, I dove in
between her luscious butt cheeks and sucked hard at her raw, exposed anus,
savouring the mix of Mark's hot semen and her delicious ass juice.  With a
mouthful of their mingled love cream, I picked Ann up and kissed her
deeply, sharing the precious fluid with her.  She fed from my mouth like a
newborn suckling at her mother's tit.  Her tongue explored my mouth
thoroughly, seeking out the last drops of the ambrosial fluid I had taken
from her freshly fucked ass.

   "I've got to fuck you" I said, breaking away from our deep kiss.  "Lie
down."

   "No, no," she said.  "I want to see you fuck Mark.  I want to see your
cock fuck his ass like his cock fucked my ass.  I want to see you make love
to a man, to Mark.  Please, show me how much you love him.  Show me, I need
to know, so I can love him too."

   At this point, my brain was addled from horniness, but I started to
think that maybe we could keep this group alive.  Maybe I wouldn't lose
either one after all!  " Oh, Ann, I love you so much!"

   I rolled Mark off his stomach unto his back.  He lifted his legs for me,
exposing himself.  I fed my cock into his mouth, telling Ann to eat his ass
to prepare it for my dick.  I could see her nose buried in Mark's nutsack
and hear her slurping at his asshole as Mark slobbered his spit onto my
penis.  I withdrew from Mark's warm mouth and gently pushed Ann away from
his ass.  I lined up my nearly bursting prick at his inviting opening and
thrust quickly into his rectum.  I knew I wouldn't be able to last long,
and I didn't try to.  I pounded mercilessly in and out of his warm, dark
tunnel, revelling in the tight grip it had on my cock.

   "Let me taste.  Give me a taste!" Ann begged.

   I quickly withdrew my prick from Mark's ass and quickly thrust it into
Ann's mouth a mere inches away.  I thrust with the same pace I had set in
Mark's anus.  After a few strokes, I switched back to Mark's hungry ass.  I
could feel my orgasm building.  I withdrew completely and blew my first
spurt on Mark's quivering pucker.  I thrust back in through my hot jism and
withdrew again, shooting another wad onto his pink rosebud.  In again and
in a series of short strokes I emptied the last of my man goo into his
rectum.

   I withdrew and crawled up to kiss Mark on the lips as Ann took her turn
sucking creamy love juice from a just fucked ass.  In a few seconds, she
joined us on the pillows.  Holding herself a few inches above mine and
Mark's faces, she dribbled her collected sperm into our open mouths,
switching from Mark to me and back again.  She then lowered herself, and we
spent the next couple of minutes in a sloppy three way kiss swapping our
love secretions and spit in a wet orgy of tongues and lips.

   We fell asleep that way, in each others' arms, completely spent,
satisfied, and content.

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