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Part Two
Two nights later, Andrea introduced me to Ginny. She was, as Andrea described, absolutely ravishing. We had a long, casual, stressless dinner and really hit it off. Through the dimsum and the egg drop soup and entree, I enjoyed catching Andrea's eye. She would lift an eyebrow, questioningly, nodding her head oh so subtly to Ginny. I nodded. She'll do.
But things didn't quite work out as I had fantasized. Ginny much preferred Andrea to me. Opening our second bottle of Champagne, we all retired to Andrea's bedroom, Ginny and Andrea holding each other's hand, me following behind with the bottle and glasses like an annoyed waiter.
Out of nothing more than Christian charity, I'm sure, they allowed me to watch them make love. Ginny, naked, laid on top, while Andrea, wearing her customary delicate lace garterbelt and ultrasheer stockings, had her legs wrapped around Ginny's legs and her arms wrapped around the redhead's back. And they kissed. Deeply. Tenderly. Passionately. Breast to beautiful breast, belly to belly, pussy to pussy, they made love slowly and exquisitely, unhurried by their rising passions, unmindful of my presence. Like a graceful cobra, Ginny's body undulated against Andrea's as they kissed, her rigid red nipples flicking across Andrea's, her thick, flaming red pubic carpet grinding in slow, deliberate circles against Andrea's downy pubes, her long, slender legs rubbing sensuously against Andrea's silky smooth stockings.
Watching them melt together as one body, listening to their soft, sexy moans and urgent whimpers, inhaling the erotic aroma of their mingling juices, I suddenly realized just how presumptuous and incredibly egocentric I was even suggesting to Andrea that she may be jealous watching me make love to another woman. Because the opposite was certainly true. It was I who was jealous, I who was envious. And I who was going to do something about it.
Determined to be more participant than observer, I quickly drained another glass of Champagne and got undressed. By now, Ginny had slid down Andrea's body and was feasting on her full tits, kissing and nibbling, licking and sucking one of Andrea's deliciously sensitive nipples while her fingers squeezed and taunted the other one. Although I was not half as aroused as I thought I would be watching these two incredibly beautiful women pleasuring each other, I wasn't exactly turned off, either.
Pumping a little more life into the old pecker, I slid into bed next to them and let my free hand wander over Ginny's ripe, hairy ass. Enviously, I watched as Ginny relentlessly squeezed Andrea's porcelain white boob and slowly drew her fleshy rigid nipple deep into her mouth. There was no doubt Ginny knew what she was doing. Andrea closed her eyes and groaned, lifting her hand to lovingly stroke Ginny's thick red hair.
"Oh, yes," Andrea moaned, drawing in a deep breath and letting it shudder out, "yes, oh, yes, suck them, baby, suck my nipples."
Encouraged, Ginny groaned in response, gathered Andrea's tit in both her hands, squeezed her warm, milky globe upwards and sunk her teeth into Andrea's throbbing nipple. Andrea screamed hoarsely, grabbing a handful of Ginny's hair and pushing her face down on her tit. "Oh, shit, yes," Andrea gasped, "yes, baby, bite them, bite my nipples, yes, do it."
If I wasn't completely turned on before, I was now. My cock sprang to attention and screamed at me to get busy. Eagerly, I slid my hand down Ginny's firm, perspiring ass and my fingers invaded her hairy, creamy slit. But although Ginny made no effort to pull away, she didn't exactly respond with abandon to my intrusive fingers sloshing around in her snatch. She was lost in Andrea and I knew it.
With Andrea's hands guiding her head, Ginny switched tits and attacked Andrea's other nipple. That's when I noticed a small trickle of blood snaking around Andrea's swollen areola and run down the slope of her tit. Alarmed, I quickly glanced up at Andrea's face and was instantly mesmerized by her joyful expression; her eyes were closed and her beautiful, sensual lips fluctuated between a half smile and a half grimace as Ginny helped her cross the blurred border between pain and pleasure.
And then Ginny moved down to eat her pussy.
It was, I admit now, one of the most beautiful sights I had ever witnessed. Andrea raised her knees, freely offering to Ginny's mouth the source of her femininity. Ginny accepted, resting her head between Andrea's soft, raised thighs and began slowly, gently, tenderly kissing the moist, aromatic folds of Andrea's flared labia. Biting her lip, Andrea moaned softly, letting her breath out in a long, staccato sigh. She closed her eyes and lowered her hands to Ginny's head, burying her long fingers in Ginny's thick, flaming red hair to better guide her lover's tongue through the dark, mysterious valley of her passions.
My cock grew as hard as pig iron as I watched Ginny's glistening red lips and the tip of her firm, pink tongue slide in slow, hypnotic circles around Andrea's receptive cunt. I watched the subtle movements of Andrea's hips, rising and falling rhythmically against Ginny's hungry mouth. And I was, I suddenly realized, incredibly happy. I moved up the bed, closer to Andrea's ecstatic, angelic face and gently stroked her long blonde hair. Her eyes were still closed as she concentrated on the exquisite sensations rising in concentric waves from between her legs. Her lips were dry; she licked them. Her breath was choppy; she tried to catch it. And her nipples, her long, thick, rock-hard crimson nipples pulsated visibly on her flushed, perspiring breasts, pulsating in perfect symphony to her exhilarating, accelerating heartbeat.
Lovingly, I stroked Andrea's hair again and she barely turned to me. Her eyes fluttered half open and she momentarily smiled at me. Then, drawing a long, labored breath, she turned away and again surrendered herself, completely, to the mounting insistence of Ginny's penetrating tongue.
"How does it feel, Andy? Tell me how it feels," I whispered.
Andrea groaned loudly, trying to respond, but couldn't catch her breath long enough to speak. When she finally found the strength and breath, she half turned her head back to me. "Oh, God," she gasped, licking her lips, "oh God, Mick, oh, it…it's incredible…"
"Yes, yes, my beautiful baby," I encouraged, "she's so beautiful and she's fucking you, Andy, fucking you with her sweet, gorgeous tongue."
"Oh, God, oh, oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, precious," Andrea whimpered the words as her head began thrashing from side to side on the soft, silk pillow.
And then Ginny picked up the chant. As her lips and tongue moved in ever quickening circles around Andrea's unbearably excited pussy, Ginny groaned loudly, gutturally, animalistically and plunged her stiffened tongue deep, deep into Andrea's honey- dipped tunnel, swirling it madly around Andrea's steamy, slippery, exquisitely tight cavern, greedily lapping the sweet, fragrant juices freely flowing from the soft tissues buried within her.
Andrea screamed. Her thighs snapped shut on Ginny's head. Her hips rose from the bed and she pushed her pussy up tighter against Ginny's mouth as if that movement would propel the other woman's rigid tongue deeper into her. Andrea's hands, which had been guiding Ginny's head, now went their separate ways; one to her nipples, which she squeezed and pulled mercilessly, the other to her cunt. Her fingertips sought and found her neglected, excruciatingly sensitive clit and began flicking it.
Watching them, entwined, moving sensually as one, listening to their primal, urgent lust sounds, smelling the overpowering aroma generated by the incredible sexual intensity these two beautiful women conjured in each other's secretions was overwhelming me. My swollen balls ached and my stiff cock danced and throbbed uncontrollably as if frantically trying to draw my attention to it. How desperately I wanted my flesh to join theirs, how deeply I resented being excluded from their passions, yet, confusing as it was, my gratification seemed somehow inexorably bound to Andrea's as she lingered precariously on the precipice of ultimate pleasure.
My decision was made. Uncomfortable as I was, I moved down the bed and, kneeling next to Andrea's gyrating hips, grabbed her thighs and gently pried them away from Ginny's head. Through her taut black stockings, I could feel the tension in Andrea's smooth muscles, I could feel the heat rising from her body and, vicariously as it was, I could participate in Andrea's orgiastic joy as Ginny's talented mouth sought to administer her coup de grace.
Released from the suffocating constraints of Andrea's thighs, Ginny raised her head momentarily to recover her breath and stamina. Her entire face glistened with Andrea's juices and for a split second, when her eyes met mine, I read in them an understanding and a mutual appreciation of our distinct roles in this tableau.
But even this instant of neglect was too much for Andrea. "No, no, oh God, don't stop, don't stop," she whimpered loudly like a child deprived of her favorite toy. "Fuck me, oh, please, fuck me."
And as I regripped Andrea's thighs, prying them further apart, Ginny once again lowered her lips to Andrea's. She removed Andrea's fingers from her inflamed clitoris and replaced them with her own, gently folding back the delicate layer of tissue still covering its base and exposing the entire length of her glistening, deep pink erection. Andrea's hand immediately retreated to her unattended breast and squeezed both of her tits together, frantically milking them upwards toward her throbbing nipples.
Ginny wasted no time picking up where she had stopped. Separating Andrea's engorged lips with her fingertips, she drew the tip of her stiffened tongue slowly up the entire length of Andrea's cleft and flicked the tip of her clit with it. Once, twice, three times.
Again, Andrea screamed. Biting her dry, parched lower lip, she valiantly tried to stifle it. What she couldn't stifle were the uncontrollably violent shuddering movements of her hips as the thousands of overwhelmed nerve fibers centered in her clitoris suddenly electrified her entire body. She tried to pull away; I held her thighs firmly. But despite my grip, her hips continued gyrating wildly, yet, remarkably, Ginny's tongue stayed right with her. Groaning deeply, Ginny continued flicking Andrea's clit with her tongue while her free hand quickly moved between her own legs, through her thick, rich tangle of bright burnt orange pubic hair and she began stroking herself in concert to Andrea's movements.
Instinctively, Ginny knew, as only another woman could know, the precise plateau of Andrea's ecstatic tension and what was needed to nudge her lover over the indefinable, elastic, synaptic line separating her exquisite, gut wrenching torment from mind reeling bliss. And armed with her infallible, practiced instinct, Ginny's frenzied tongue retreated from Andrea's clit to be instantly replaced by her soft, honey coated mouth. Her flushed cheeks hollowed and she slowly drew Andrea's pulsating erection between her lips and lovingly sucked it into her mouth. As she did, Andrea's entire body jerked spasmodically. She groaned hoarsely and gutturally as she fought for breath and fought to hang on to the last vestige of nerve torturing excitement before surrendering to the inevitable ecstatic maelstrom awaiting her final consent.
But consent was no longer hers to grant. It was Ginny's and Ginny was extracting it. Her lips still held Andrea's clit captive and I could see her delicate facial muscles twitch excitedly as she vibrated the tip of tongue over Andrea's inflamed penile button.
An instant later, Andrea came.
Her first orgasm was capitulation, a groaning, sighing, whimpering acknowledgement that she could no longer hold back the intensely electrifying sensations radiating from deep within her womb. Her second orgasm was thunderous. Crying out, fighting consciousness itself, her eyes rolled back and her spine stiffened, arching and rising from the bed as every muscle in her body went rigid, suspended in time, as wave after ecstatic shock wave surged through her nerves and coursed through her veins. Her body shook and trembled, urging every minute trace of pleasure from her limbs.
"Oh, God, oh, God, no, no, no, oh God," Andrea gasped over and over like an hypnotic mantra, a chant that only encouraged Ginny to inflict still more, heightened pleasures.
Literally panting, Ginny quickly lifted her sopping face from between Andrea's thighs, withdrew her drenched hand from between her legs and painted Andrea's gaping, sensitive labia with own juices. Again Andrea's entire body shuddered and Ginny smiled.
"Now my beautiful lover," Ginny gasped, "now, baby, now I'm really going to make you cum."
"Yes, yes, lovey, yes…" I knew what was coming. Quickly repositioning myself, I reached under Andrea's suspended body and gripped her tight buttocks, separating her cheeks as I lifted her higher off the bed. Ginny cast a quick, appreciative look to me and, turning all of her attention back to Andrea, positioned her shiny middle finger against Andrea's tiny pink sphincter. Teasingly, she painted it with her own sweet lubricants and then, without the slightest hesitation, eased her perfectly manicured fingertip into Andrea's willing asshole.
Whimpering uncontrollably, Andrea squeezed her eyes shut and lost every trace of breath in her lungs as Ginny slowly, excruciatingly slowly, eased her long, tapered finger into her tight rear canal. I watched, breathlessly, fascinated, as she just as slowly withdrew the one finger and reinserted two. The two then became three, mercilessly stretching Andrea's tiny hole as her fingers bored deeper and deeper into her while her thumb barely flicked Andrea's elongated, pulsing clitoris.
"Oh, God…" Andrea screamed, "Fuck me… FUCK ME!!!"
I don't know how she did it, but Andrea suddenly shot upright, her hands lashed out, grabbing Ginny's hair and viciously pulled Ginny's head down to her pussy. With three fingers plunging in and out of her ass and her thumb burrowing into her tunnel, Ginny went wild, licking, lapping, sucking, eating Andrea's cunt with complete animal abandon.
Still clinging to Ginny's long hair, Andrea fell back on the bed, screaming, crying, whimpering, thrashing around with equal abandon until, a moment later, her body stiffened again, wracked by one tremendous orgasm after another.
When the last spasm finally subsided, her body went limp and tears flooded her eyes. They ran in graceful rivulets down her cheeks and I felt like crying with her. I gently lowered her buttocks back down on the bed and Ginny gently withdrew her face and fingers from her lover and looked up at her. Smiling. Tears of empathetic joy filling her eyes, too.
Andrea tugged gently on Ginny's hair, urging her forward and Ginny eagerly complied. Still kneeling between Andrea's thighs, she inched forward and laid down on top of her. Belly to belly, breast to breast, Andrea wrapped her long legs around Ginny's and her arms encircled the other woman's sweat soaked back. Then, between their equally labored breaths, their lips slowly merged, their tongues sought one another's and they kissed lovingly.
I, quite literally, was odd man out. I probably should have beaten a hasty, polite retreat at that point, but fool that I was, I instead moved back up the bed and watched Andrea tenderly lick her fragrant juices from Ginny's face. As I watched them, slowly stroking my panicked prick, Andrea spotted me out of the corner of her eye and, easing her lips away from Ginny's, turned her head toward me. She slid her hand from Ginny's back, groped for my hand and, findin
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