“It is really hard to tell what is right when you aren’t feeling it yourself,” Monica went on in a little bit of frustration. “Clark never gets it wrong,” she almost complained. “How do you do that?” she turned to ask me.
“Uh, practice?” I replied, bemused to find myself in the conversation at this moment. My cock was hard as a rock, and I had been mesmerized. All this chatting left me feeling like I had been riding in a car that hit the brakes hard. “Um, just look at Anne here,” I said to Monica. “Just enjoy yourself and go slow. But,” I went on, moving up to kiss our friend lightly, “put most of your attention on her reactions. This little hot rod of a body will tell you when you are doing it right.” I stole a brief but wonderful caress of one of those delicate, elastic breasts, pinching the tiny nipple gently.
“Oh, so I’m a hot rod, am I?” Anne purred, as I pulled away from the two women.
“Oh yes. You are,” murmured Monica, who bent once more between those sleek legs.
As she resumed, Anne was more vocal about what was working, but her body was giving Monica all the clues she needed regardless. I smiled as things began to go swimmingly. Monica was actually a very detail-oriented woman, and Anne was enjoying the details.
My cock could not take it any more, and with a grin at the flushed face and sparkling eyes of Anne, I moved around behind Monica. I caressed her ass, then began rubbing my cock across its cheeks.
Monica froze for just an instant, then wiggled her ass at me as she did something that made Anne moan. Upon hearing that, she slid her legs apart just a bit more. I grabbed my cock more firmly and pressed it against Monica’s eager slit. Slowly, I began to work myself into my lady. The moans she made as I penetrated her drew more delicious sounds from Anne in turn. But it did seem to distract Monica from her task momentarily.
“What… are you doing, Clark?” Anne gasped. Then she yelped happily as Monica doubled down on whatever she had just been doing before.
“I’m just giving her some encouragement,” I told Anne as I slid smoothly in and out of Monica’s embracing confines.
Annes’ eyes were glued to me pumping into Monica. “Yeah? I’m going to need some of that encouragement myself in a bit, please,” she gasped.
Monica lifted her head. “Oh yeah. You will…” Then she bent back down.
Ordinarily, I can go for a while, but the combination of the amazing but unfinished blowjob, Monica’s always deliriously responsive body, and the sight of my Anne’s spread eagled form, flushed face, and sweat beginning to bead on her quivering, delicate breasts had me getting ready far sooner than I would have liked.
But Anne was also clearly starting to get there too. He face was flushing even harder, and she was biting her lip almost constantly, when she wasn’t making noise. Her hips were starting to roll and writhe as they did when she was almost there. Her fingers ran delicately through Monica’s blonde tresses, but I could see the effort Anne was putting into not just outright grabbing her head.
It was weird that I had a better read on Anne’s level of arousal than of Monica’s, but my blonde goddess was definitely growling happily against Anne’s hairless snatch. And that was making Anne rev even harder.
Suddenly, Anne’s head dropped back, and her spine arched. “Oh fuck…” she gasped, and keened happily, her whole body and not just her hips, writhing now. Her thighs squeezed together against Monica’s head, and she could not help but pull her hair.
The sheer spectacle of that orgasm pushed me suddenly over the edge on which I had not been fully aware I was teetering, and I grunted in pleasure and surprise as I began to pump cum into Monica’s depths.
Monica may not have been on the edge, but a few seconds of Anne’s spectacular release, my cum flooding her, my desperate thrusting, and I am sure mostly a sense of accomplishment, and I felt my lady absolutely spasming around me. She ripped her head up from between Anne’s clenching thighs and gasped a long, wordless cry. It went on, and she began to toss her head back and forth, yanking around Anne’s hands as they still refused to let go. I drove into her again, reveling in the overload of post-ejaculatory sensation.
And Monica bent her face once more between Anne’s legs, whose eyes widened at me, then down at the blonde head over her pussy. In seconds, Anne was gasping again as well.
It was a surreal moment of orgasmic bliss and simple perfection. My lady clenching around me, the three of us all slightly disassociated from reality at the same time, yet in perfect sync, and my Anne gasping in wild pleasure.
‘My Anne’?
Uh oh.
Oh shit.
It was supposed to be My Monica-My Lady. It was not supposed to also be My Anne.
Anne was always, always the danger.
I collapsed back on my heels, sliding from within Monica. Monica, in turn, rolled away to the side, her hair sliding freely from Anne’s now almost nerveless fingers. Anne’s eyes closed blissfully in her lovely face.
I was freaking out. I was trying not to show it, and at first, the girls did not notice. Anne had leant forward and was somehow kissing Monica feverishly and languidly at the same time. But my mind was not in any better shape by the time they broke it off and turned their smiling faces toward me. And they both instantly saw that something was wrong. They exchanged glances.
Anne, of course, damn her, did the perfect thing. She simply stood and stretched. “I am going to go lie in the sun and recover,” she said softly, not acknowledging… whatever the fuck my problem was, but giving me space with Monica. She walked, still spectacularly naked, out my back door. I could not help but watch her go.
“What’s the matter?” Monica said, sliding across the rug to wrap her arms around me. I kind of shrugged helplessly, raising and dropping my arms. Things were still just clicking into place in my head. “Is it seeing me with someone else after all? I’m sorry, I just thought that was about other men. I should have thought…” Monica tried to apologize.
I snorted, a trace of good humor reasserting itself. “Not hardly! Seeing you with another woman was hot as the Sun. As long as I’m getting to play, too, I’ll happily see that any time. Threesomes are definitely not a problem for me.” If the other girl was not into my involvement, then I would not want to watch, I realized…
“Just not threesomes with another guy,” she said with a dry laugh.
I looked at her sheepishly. “Yes,” I said. “I’m so fucked up. You know, I might be able to manage a threesome with another guy, a controlled threesome, but only if the woman was not you. That’s the part I couldn’t handle.” I kissed her solidly. “I’m sorry about that.”
“I told you, it is okay,” Monica said, kissing me back reassuringly. “I know that when I inevitably come up with a hard no here or there, you will accept it too, right?”
“Of course.”
“Then why do I feel that there is still a problem?”
“The problem is not general. It is specific,” I said miserably. “The problem is Anne.”
“Anne?!? Are you high? That girl is wonderful. She’s damned near perfect,” Monica protested.
“Exactly. Anne is always the danger. She always has been. She is the one who broke me down, which led to everything else. She is, for me, Temptation Incarnate. I sat there, sort of floating above my body a few minutes ago, and I’m thinking of her as My Anne. My mind is full of how perfect this was. How I wanted to keep it. She is destabilizing. We are already a delicate balancing…”
“Clark, shut up,” Monica interrupted. “You are babbling. You can relax. I have no intention of sharing you with Anne, or anyone else. I’ll lend you,” she smirked, “but I won’t share you with her.”
“And I do not want to share you with her either,” I said fervently.
“Share me?”
“You just said yourself that she is perfect.”
“Well she… I mean…”
“See?”
“No!” Monica laughed. “Calm down, Clark. We are both safe, because we have each other. And we are even safer, because while that girl does indeed enthuse about your cock, she sure as hell is not interested in a relationship with you. Or me. She doesn’t even want to live in North Carolina once she graduates.” She kissed me again, and held my head in her hands, so I could not look guiltily away.
“Look at me, Clark. Enjoy that little ‘hot rod’ body occasionally, just like she wants to occasionally enjoy yours. I might even be able to enjoy being with her some time again. This is what we do.”
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