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   "Excuse me.  What are golf discs?"

   "They're discs that you throw, like golf."

   "Frisbees?"

   "Yes, Frisbees where you play golf."

   "Oh!  Frisbee golf.  I know what that is."

   I was sitting in the waiting area of the local muffler shop, waiting for
my car to be repaired.  Sitting across from me was a beautiful woman, tan,
blond, early 30's.  She was wearing shorts, a tank top and a golf hat with
the aforementioned golf discs embroidered on the front.

   "I'm John."

   "I'm Wendy."

   "Pleased to meet you Wendy.  Having a nice summer?"

   "Sort of.  I was laid off from my job two months ago."

   "Well, if there is a good time of the year to have some free time,
summer is it," I said as I gazed at her.  I was having a hard time not
being obvious about checking her out.  She had nice firm breasts, about a
C-cup if I had to guess.  Her hair was in a pony tail that she had pulled
over the top of the hat giving her a sweet highschool/college girl flair. I
continued to take quick glances at the rest of her body when I thought I
could get away with it.  I think she knew I was checking her out, but it
didn't seem to bother her.  If anything, I think it made her feel good.

   "Well, I guess you have plenty of time to play golf."

   "Oh, I don't play.  An old boyfriend gave me this.  He played
professionally."

   "Professional Frisbee golf?!?  There is such a thing?" I asked
incredulously.

   "Oh yes, he played seven months a year.  He traveled all over the
country playing in tournaments.  He made a couple thousand every tournament
he won."

   What is this world coming to?  Professional Frisbee golf.  What will
they think of next?  I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

   I looked up at Wendy and smiled, she smiled back.  What a beautiful
smile.

   I asked her, "Did you ever see that movie with John Cusack from the late
`80's?  The one where he's standing outside with the boombox playing Your
Eyes by Peter Gabriel song.  What's the name of that movie?"

   "Say Anything?"

   "Yes!  That's it."

   "What about it?"

   Disclaimer time.  I'm like a lot of guys in my generation.  Hell, just
about all generations of guys.  We like movie lines.  Now, I'm not the kind
of guy that quotes them non-stop.  Nor am I the kind of guy that has the
annoying habit of using cornball lines at every opportunity.

   I look at her smiling, questioning face and say, "There's a scene where
Cusack is meeting his girlfriend's father for the first time.  He looks at
him and wants to know what he's going to do with his life.  Cusack looks at
him and says, `Kickboxing.  I'm going to be a professional kickboxer; it's
the sport of the future.'"

   I apologize, "I'm sorry.  I just flashed on that scene when we were
talking about professional Frisbee golf."

   "Don't apologize.  He was kind of a jerk.  I'm sure my friends were
thinking, `What kind of career is that?'"

   "Oh, I don't know.  I would think a pretty good one, traveling around
the country with a beautiful woman, getting paid to play Frisbee," I said
with a smile.

   Wendy blushed, and gave me another of her lovely smiles.  "So what do
you do for a living?  What kind of job allows you to be here in the middle
of the day?"

   I smile and say, "I'm a firefighter here in town.  Today's my day off."

   "Really?"

   "Really," I say.  Most people have never met a professional firefighter.
Hell, there are only about 250,000 of us nationwide.  There are over a
million volunteers, but not that many full-time firefighters.

   Wendy graces me with another smile, "My nephew loves firefighters and
fire trucks."

   I grin and say, "You should bring him by the station some time and I'll
be sure to give him the grand tour."

   Wendy gives me an odd look and says, "I bet you get tired of giving
tours all of the time."

   "Actually, no.  I love talking about my job, especially with kids.  I
look at it as one of the high points of the job."

   The door to the shop floor opens and in walks the manager.  We both look
up expectantly as a bright yellow Honda is driven up to the front of the
store.  The manager looks at Wendy and says, "Ms.  Hunter, you're car is
finished."

   Wendy stood up and walked to the counter to pay her bill, and I received
a good look at her butt.  And what a butt it was, a nice round ass that was
made to be bent over a couch and fucked long and hard.  Wendy seemed to
read my mind as she glanced back at me and gave me a wonderful come hither
look.

   "Well," I said, "it was nice meeting you." "Were you serious when you
offered to give my nephew a tour?"

   "Of course." I replied.  I'd do anything to see this woman again.

   Wendy looked me in the eyes, and said, "Oh, he'll be thrilled when I
tell him I met a real fireman and we get to visit his station!"

   "I hope I can live up to his expectations," I replied.



   "Samuelson!  Phone!"

   "I'll get it on the apparatus floor," I shouted back.

   I walked out to the apparatus floor and picked up the ringing phone,
"Samuelson."

   "Hi, it's Wendy from the muffler shop.  Remember me?"

   A smile came to my face as I asked, "How's the muffler?" How could I
forget her?  She had been fueling my fantasies for the past month.

   "Purring away," she replied.  "Do you remember how you offered to give
my nephew a tour of your station?"

   "Of course, when would you like come over?"

   "Well, I'm babysitting him today and I've gone through every trick I can
think of to keep him occupied, but he's winning.  Can we come over today?"

   "Sure, we've finished our training for today, so it shouldn't be a
problem.  What time do you want to come over?" I could hear her nephew in
the background running around making noise.

   "How about now, I can't think of anything else to keep him occupied!"

   "Great!  I'll see you in a little bit then."

   Oohhh boy!  I went to the locker room, put on a fresh shirt and made
sure I was presentable.  It wasn't every day that a beautiful woman came to
the station, and since my little fling with Cindy, my radar has been on
full alert.

   I walked out to the apparatus floor, grabbed a Diet Pepsi, sat on the
bumper of the engine and started waiting for Wendy and her nephew to
arrive. It was a beautiful summer day, the sun was shining, it wasn't too
hot, all around, a wonderful day.

   I sitting there, enjoying the day when a Honda Accord drove onto the
ramp.  Wendy was behind the wheel and I was pleased to see her nephew was
in the back buckled into a booster seat.  Wendy waved and I waved back and
pointed her to a parking spot.

   Wendy got out of the car, walked around the rear and started to help her
nephew out of the rear seat.  Her nephew looked like he was about four
years old, a little blonde youngster; I could see a slight family
resemblance.  At least I thought I saw a resemblance.  Wendy turned and
graced me with a sparkling smile.  I began to feel the familiar pressure
building in my groin.  Down boy, I thought, way too early for that to
happen.

   "Hi there," I said as the walked toward me.

   "Hi John!  Joey, this is firefighter John." She looked up at me and told
me, "He didn't believe me when I told him I knew a real firefighter."

   I squatted down to Joey's level, looked him in the eye and said, "Hi
Joey, I'm firefighter John.  Want to see the trucks?"

   "YES!" Joey yelled.

   Now here's an enthusiastic kid.  The three of us walked into the
apparatus floor and I started my spiel about the difference between pumpers
and ladders or engines and trucks as we call them.  Joey was like most of
the kids that get up close to a fire truck, all wide-eyed and quiet.

   "Joey, want to get up into the engine?" I asked.

   "Yes, but I want Wendy to go with me."

   I looked at Wendy and said, "I'm sure Wendy won't mind joining you. 
Will you, Wendy?"

   "I've always wondered what it's like in there," she said.

   "Okay, up you go Joey," I picked him up and placed him in the back of
the engine.  I turned around and made room for Wendy to climb up.  She
started to climb up the steps and I was right behind her taking in a
close-up view of a fantastic ass.  Wendy was wearing a skirt that went down
to about her mid-thigh.  While she climbed up I made sure I caught a good
look at her silky smooth thighs, and wanted to reach out caress that
wonderful ass.  As she climbed up, Wendy looked behind her and and caught
me gazing at her ass, I looked up and thought, uh-oh, busted.  As our eyes
met, Wendy gave me another smile and gave me a wink.  Whoa!

   I explained all of the equipment in the rear of the cab.  How the SCBAs
(SelfContained Breathing Apparatus or air packs) are built into the back of
the seat so we can don them on our way to the fire.

   "What equipment do you carry when you go to a fire?" asked Wendy.

   "Well, I have my turnout coat, bunkers, helmet, gloves and a bunch of
miscellaneous tools and door chocks.  If I'm riding back here, I'll grab a
radio, the irons, I mean, a flat-head axe and Halligan tool.  If it's
actually a fire, I'll also grab one of the hoselines or bundles and carry
that up to the entrance."

   "How much does all of that weigh?" she asked.

   "Over 100 pounds," I replied.  "It's a lot of stuff, but it's all
necessary and don't forget, if it's a fire, you won't believe how much
adrenaline is pumping."

   "Well, you are in good shape," Wendy said as she gave me a heated look.

   "Thank you.  You're in excellent shape yourself," I said.  "Why don't I
meet you on the other side and I'll help you out."

   I walked around the engine, opened the door, lifted Joey out of the back
of the engine.  I looked up and watched as Wendy started down the steps. 
She had turned around and was taking her time, making sure I saw a good bit
of ass.  I wanted to lift that skirt up and rub my hands all over that nice
smooth ass.

   At that moment, the tones went off.  BEEEEEEEE-BOOOOOOOO

   "Attention Engine 87, Engine 85, Truck 22, Chief 2.  Report of smoke in
a building, 234 S.  Third Ave."

   Suddenly doors started opening around the station as firefighters came
from all of the nooks and crannies of the station.  I looked at Wendy and
Joey and said, "Thanks for coming.  I'm sorry, but I have to go to work
now."

   "Report of smoke in a building, 234 S.  Third Ave," blared again from
the loudspeakers.

   I reached up in the engine and grabbed my bunkers and started getting
dressed.  I climbed up in the engine, sat down and started donning my SCBA.
The driver started the engine.  The ladder truck started up, lights
flashing in the station.  I looked out the window and waved to Wendy and
Joey as we pulled out.

   That was fun I thought.  I wonder if I'll ever get a chance to see her
again.



   "Samuelson!  Phone!"

   As I walked into the office, Johnson hands me the receiver and says,
"You're it."

   "Samuelson," I say as I pickup the receiver.

   "John?  It's Wendy, remember me?"

   "Hi Wendy!  It's great hearing from you; how's Joey?" I remembered the
las time I saw him, eyes wide with nervous excitement as we went on a fire
run.

   "Oh, he's fine.  You're all he talks about now.  He runs around the
house in his boots and jacket putting out fires.  My sister thinks you
brainwashed him."

   This happens with kids all of the time, especially if they have the
"firefighting gene".  Not everyone can be a firefighter, it takes a special
type of person to be able to run into a burning building when everyone else
is running out.  I love it.

   "I never got a chance to thank you for the tour."

   "Oh, that's okay, I love doing stuff like that," I replied.  Of course,
in the back of my mind, I was thinking of plenty of ways Wendy could thank
me.  Each and everyone of them required a personal touch.

   "I don't want you to think I'd take advantage of you like that," Wendy
said.

   "Oh, you can take advantage of me any time you want." I thought, I might
as well throw it out there and see how she reacts.

   "Really."

   "Really," I replied.  Whoa boy, take it easy.

   There was a pause, Wendy said, "I'd like to take you to lunch.  Would
that be okay with you?"

   "Sure, I'm off tomorrow, will that work for you?" I said.

   I could hear Wendy's smile through the phone, "That's great!  How about
we meet at Hanson's at 11:30"?

   "Sure," I said, "I'll see you then."

   "Great see you then," Wendy said, "Oh, and John"?

   "Yes."

   "I'm really looking forward to it."

   "So am I," I replied.



   Hanson's is a nice restaurant known more for its evening menu; it's not
really a lunch joint.  But, who am I to deny a beautiful woman's request.
One of my favorite features of this restaurant is its large booths, while
not totally private, they're private enough.

   I walked in to the restaurant, looked around and saw Wendy sitting in a
booth talking with another woman.  I walked over and said, "Hi Wendy".

   Wendy jumped up from the booth and gave me a hug and a peck on the
cheek, "John!  It's great to see you!"

   I couldn't help but concentrate on the feeling of her breasts pressing
into my chest and the little jolt of electricity I felt when she kissed me.

   Wendy grabbed my hand and gave a little squeeze as she turned towards
the table and said, "Olivia, this is John.  John this is Olivia.  Olivia is
my best friend and I've been telling her about you."

   "Hopefully only positive things," I said with a smile as I turned my
gaze upon a wonderful looking woman.  My initial impression of Olivia was
here is a woman who knows what she likes and gets what she wants.  She
didn't strike me as someone suffered fools lightly.  Her black hair was
shining in the light of the restaurant, I reached over and offered her my
hand.  "Hi, I'm John."

   "Olivia, very pleased to meet you," she replied with a slightly husky
voice.

   "Olivia and I are very good friends," said Wendy.  "We are great
together.  Aren't we Olivia"?

   Olivia looked me in the eyes and said, "I'd agree with that."

   I'm thinking to myself, what is going on here?  As a guy, I naturally
take everything a woman says to me as a possible come-on.  I know it's
stupid, but what do you expect, I'm a guy for crying out loud.

   I slid into the booth and Wendy slid in next to me.  Olivia sat across
from me and was staring at me.  I looked back at her and gave her my best
nice guy smile.

   "Wendy says that you're a firefighter," Olivia said with a slight smirk.

   I looked at her and said, "That's right."

   "Do you enjoy it?"

   "Immensely, it's the greatest job in the world."

   "Why is that?"

   "Because I get to make a difference in people's life.  I know that
sounds trite, but it's true.  When people call the fire department, their
problem has gotten to the point where they can't handle it any longer. 
They want someone else to help them, or to take over.  It doesn't help that
it's usually the worst day of their life.  I guess you could say we're in
the worst day of peoples' life business.  Fires, car accidents, heart
attacks, strokes, all kinds of things, those are the things I deal with
every day.  Some times we can help, some times we can't."

   I felt Wendy's hand on my thigh giving it a squeeze.  I immediately felt
a swelling in my crotch.  This is turning into one hell of a way to say
thank you!

   Olivia looked me in the eye and said, "That's an interesting way to put
it.  I've never quite thought of it that way.  But now that you put it that
way, it makes sense."

   At that moment the waiter appeared and asked to take our order.  Olivia
looked at Wendy and said, "I think we'll just have another round of drinks
before we decide.  Is that okay with you, John?"

   "Sure, no problem." I was having a great time, Wendy's hand started to
caress my thigh, not quite reaching my rapidly hardening cock, but close
enough that she had to know I was excited.

   We continued to make small talk, getting to know each other a bit
better. You know the type of conversation, a little flirtatious almost like
a dance.  Our drinks arrived and Olivia looked at me closely, catching my
eye and giving me a wink.

   The waiter reappeared with his order pad out and pen at the ready. 
Olivia looked at him and said, "I think we're finished.  May we please have
the check?"

   The waiter looked a little disappointed since we occupied one of his
tables for the beginning of the lunch rush, but it was still early and he'd
make up the difference shortly.

   Olivia grabbed the check before I could offer to pay.  "It's our treat,
we're supposed to be thanking you for the tour."

   "You don't need to do that, I had as much fun as Wendy and Joey."

   Wendy gave my thigh a squeeze and said, "Don't worry about it.  Today's
our treat."

   "Okay, just so long as I get a chance to make it up to you," I replied.

   "Don't worry about that; we owe you"

   "Wendy, do you think we should go back to our apartment and have a
couple of drinks and thank John properly?

   Wendy took this opportunity to reach up and caress the crotch of my
pants where my cock was straining at the fabric of my khakis.  "I think so,
what do you think John?"

   "Sounds good to me." What was I going to say?  Sorry, I can't imagine
spending the afternoon with two beautiful women, one of which has been
tormenting me for the past half hour not to mention starring in my
fantasies for close to a month?!

   We got up from the table.  Always the gentleman, I motioned for the
ladies to go first.  I'm sure most women understand that this is more than
ladies first, it gives us guys a good opportunity to check out their asses.
Any society that makes women walk behind them is just plain stupid.  I
wouldn't doubt that there is a corollary to the fact that these same
societies force women to cover themselves from head to foot in shapeless
clothing.

   As we walked out of the restaurant I couldn't help put stare at the
girls from behind.  Wendy wore a pair of capris that outlined her perfect
ass.  Her blouse outlined her wonderful, full breasts.  Olivia on the other
hand was wearing a sun dress with a light floral print.  I love sun
dresses. I love sundresses because of the way they sway around a woman's
legs.  I love imagining what their legs look like and of course what
they're wearing underneath.

   When we reached the door of the restaurant, I started heading towards
the parking lot where my car was parked.  "Oh John," Wendy said, "we live
this way."

   "Oh, sorry, I thought we could drive to your place."

   "Why drive when we live only a block away." "Sounds good to me," I
replied.

   We walked down the street.  It was a wonderful summer day, not too hot
with the sun bright overhead.  We walked along the street until we came to
one of the trendy, new residential properties that seemed to be popping up
on both sides of the river.  As we walked through the doors, Wendy reached
over and grabbed my hand giving it a squeeze.  The three of us walked
through the lobby to the elevator.  Olivia pressed the button and the doors
opened almost immediately.  As the elevator doors closed, Wendy pulled me
close and whispered in my ear, "I'm really looking forward to thanking you
properly." My cock began swelling accordingly.

   Olivia walked in front of me as we walked down the hall.  I could swear
that she was swaying her butt just a bit more than when we were walking
down the sidewalk.

   We walked to the end of the hallway where Olivia pulled out a key,
opened the door and walked in.  I motioned for Wendy to go ahead; she took
a step in front of me, turned around, grabbed my hands and pulled me
inside. My first impression of their home was one of awe.  I had the
overwhelming feeling of warmth when I walked in.  The sun was streaming in
from large windows that overlooked the river.  A large modern kitchen with
all of the amenities a professional chef could desire was on the right, a
formal dining room and a large living room that could comfortably entertain
a large gathering was bordered on two sides by wonderful views.

   Wendy looked at me, smiled and said, "Welcome."

   "This is absolutely wonderful.  It's incredible," I gushed.  How could
these two afford such an exquisite condominium?

   "You might be wondering how we can afford this," said Olivia with a
slight smirk.

   "Uh, yeah, that was going through my mind," I replied.

   "Let's just say that I did very well during the Internet bubble.  I got
out just before the bubble started to burst.  I'll be the first to admit
that I lucked out," said Olivia as she walked into the kitchen.  "What
would you like to drink?"

   "I'll have whatever you two are having."

   "Three glasses of Chardonnay then."

   I walked over to the window to enjoy the view.  Wendy walked up aside me
and grabbed my hand.  "Let's go out on the balcony and enjoy the sun,"
Wendy said.  We walked out onto the balcony and Olivia joined us with three
glasses of perfectly chilled Chardonnay.  I took a sip and reveled in my
luck.

   Wendy gave my hand a squeeze and said, "John, will you excuse me for a
moment?"

   "Of course."

   Wendy walked back inside and left Olivia and me on the balcony.  Olivia
looked at me and smiled in a knowing way.  We stood against the railing
looking out over the city.  The river runs along the edge of downtown so we
were able to look out over a sea of green.  A carpet of green that was
occasionally pierced by a church spire or a neighborhood shopping area.

   "Let's go back inside and see what happened to Wendy, shall we?" Olivia
asked.

   "Sure.  I bet you never get tired of this view though."

   "Oh, it is nice isn't it?"

   "Wendy, are you finished yet?" Olivia called out.

   I turned towards a hallway as I heard someone moving.  Wendy walked out
into the living room wearing nothing but a white bra and matching thong
underwear.  My cock started swelling and I could feel a tightness in my
chest as I sucked in a quick breath.

   "We've been teasing you for a while and now it's time for us to finish
thanking you properly," said Olivia as she began rubbing my ass.  "Do you
have a problem with this?"

   "Uh, no, absolutely not."

   "Good, because I think we're all looking forward to this."

   Wendy walked up to me, grabbed both of my hands and pulled me against
her.  As our bodies touched my cock swelled.  Her breasts pushed against my
chest as she looked up to me.  I looked down at her and our lips met in a
wonderful wet kiss.  Her tongue parted my lips and searched for mine.  They
met and did their own little dance as I reached behind her and grabbed her
ass.  I felt Olivia's hands on my shoulders, rubbing them then sliding down
to grab my ass.  She rubbed herself up against me and reached around to rub
my cock through my pants.

   Wendy reached behind her back and unclasped her bra and I was treated to
a view of her lovely breasts.  Her nipples were stiff and I bent down to
lick and suck one.  I could feel it swelling in my mouth.  Olivia undid my
belt and was working on my pants.  I stood up and gave her a hand.  I
couldn't wait until my cock was freed from its cotton prison.  I pulled my
shirt off over my head as Olivia shed her dress.

   Wendy and I began to kiss as our hands roamed over each other's body.  I
had never been a part of a situation like this.  But believe me, I've
always wanted to!

   "John, sit down on the couch." I did as Olivia instructed.  I sat down
and watched as Olivia and Wendy approached each other.  Olivia knelt in
front of Wendy and pulled her underwear down revealing Wendy's pussy.  I
could see her lips peeking out and I thought I saw a sheen of moisture. 
Her pussy was shaved, but there was a trim patch of pubic hair just above.
Olivia on the other hand, was completely bald.  Olivia proceeded to brush
her hands up and down Wendy's legs getting close to, but not quite touching
her pussy.  Wendy was pushing her crotch out to Olivia's face, hoping to
have her kiss her there.  I sat back and began stroking cock.  Slowly and
lightly caressing it, massaging my balls and back up to the tip.

   Both Olivia and Wendy were getting hotter and hotter.  Wendy looked
right at me then at my cock and began licking her lips as she began to
pinch her nipples and rub her breasts.  Olivia began licking Wendy's pussy
and Wendy began moaning as Olivia's tongue spread her lips.  I was really
enjoying this show, but I was having difficulty controlling my urge to get
into the action.

   I got off the couch and walked up behind Olivia.  I knelt down and began
to rub my hands up and down her back, over her wonderful ass and around to
her breasts.  I cupped her breasts in my hands and enjoyed the wonderful
feeling of them.  I caressed them then reached down to her pussy.  I began
to feel the heat of her as my hand got closer.  I cupped her pussy and slid
my middle finger lightly over her lips.  Olivia spread her legs slightly,
but kept on licking Wendy.

   I laid down on my back, lifted Olivia's ass and slid underneath her. 
She was now straddling my face.  I pulled her pussy back down to my mouth
and I slowly began running my tongue along the opening to her pussy. 
Feeling her heat and wetness.  I wanted to spread her with my tongue and
suck her clit, but I knew I needed to let it build.  Just as Olivia was
going slow with Wendy, I needed to go slow with Olivia.  The only thing I
like better than having my cock buried in a tight pussy is to be licking a
wet pussy.  I worked my way up and down, slowly spreading her lips a bit
more.  Sticking my tongue in a bit more with each stroke.

   Olivia began moaning as my ministrations began working.  "Oh yeah, make
her moan.  Give her clit a good flick and then a suck, she loves that. 
Don't you Olivia?"

   "Mmm Mmm."

   "John, I'm going to fuck you, I love looking at your hard cock.  I can
see it throbbing from here.  Do you want to fuck me John?" Wendy asked as I
continued to lick Olivia's pussy.

   "Oh God, yes!  I want to fuck you!"

   Olivia was rubbing her pussy against my mouth and I took that as the
sign to start flicking my tongue against her clit.  I worked my tongue up
and began flicking it against her lovely little pearl.  Olivia pulled away
from Wendy and started groaning with pleasure.  I stuck my tongue into her
pussy as deep as it would go, fucking her with it and then flicking her
clit.  I reached up and began caressing her breasts as I continued to fuck
her with my tongue.  Olivia kept moaning and it was getting louder and
louder.  Wendy came around and began sucking on my cock.  Taking it into
her mouth and sucking it then licking up to the tip.

   I couldn't take it anymore as I took Olivia's clit between my lips and
gave it a nice long suck.  As I was sucking it I flicked my tongue against
it and that was it for Olivia.  I felt her first orgasm shudder through
her.

   "Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God!" Olivia wailed.

   "Yeah baby, ride it!  Oh yeah!" Wendy encouraged.

   With that I felt Wendy's thighs on either side of me I looked down just
as she impaled herself on my cock.  She was so wet I slid right in.  Rather
than immediately pulling off, Wendy ground herself against my crotch as I
felt my cock being gripped by her hot, tight pussy.

   "Ahhhh, that feels great!" I said as Wendy begin fucking me.  Sliding my
cock in and out of her lovely pussy.  Olivia got up off of my mouth, turned
around and laid on the floor next to me.  She joined me in watching my cock
slide in and out of Wendy's pussy.  She pulled my head over and began
kissing me in earnest.  This continued for a few minutes as I did
everything in my power to keep from cumming too soon.

   I began to feel the familiar feeling boiling up from my loins and I knew
I wasn't going to be able to last much longer.  I began slamming my cock
into Wendy.

   "Oh, yes!  Yes!  Yes!" Wendy cried out with each stroke.

   That was it for me as I felt my cum spurting into Wendy's pussy.  "Yeah
baby, fill me with your cum.  Oh yeah!  Mmmmmmm that feels so good!"

   When I was finished I lay back spent for the moment and watched as Wendy
slid off my softening cock.  Then she straddled Olivia and started to lower
her cum-filled pussy over Olivia's mouth.  Olivia lifted her head up to
meet Wendy's pussy and began licking and sucking her.  Wendy began
shuddering and I watched as her chest began to flush.  Olivia kept licking
and sucking, pulling Wendy's pussy into her mouth with her hands on Wendy's
ass cheeks.  Wow!  I sure as hell I hope I'm not dreaming this!

   Finally, Wendy couldn't take anymore.  She lifted herself off of
Olivia's mouth and collapsed on the floor.

   "Damn that was good," said Wendy.  "I love it when I get fucked and then
eaten.  There is nothing quite like it."

   "John, where did you learn to eat pussy?" asked Olivia.

   "Ahh, well, let's just say I read a lot," I replied.  "That was the best
`Thank You' I've ever received.  Thank you ladies."

   Wendy reached over, started playing with my limp cock and whispered in
my ear, "We're only getting started baby."