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head thrown back in delight.
My nostrils sucked up the freshly washed scent of Kays trimmed-bush pussy; the aroma driving my lust even more so as I explored her essence with my mouth and tongue.
Kays undulating hips sent me the clear message that she liked what I was doing to her, and when she orgasmed, her hips humped upwards, so that she could rotate her love bud against my tongue, her juices flowing freely, excitedly.
Ali came very soon after Kay; she was leaning backwards, supported by one arm behind her while her other hand was behind Kays head, holding her tight to Alis gyrating crotch.
Ali collapsed onto the bed on one side of Kay, and I crawled from between Kays legs to lie on the other side of her.
The three of us cuddled, blissful from the orgasms; at least they were, for I had yet to come, though I wanted to very badly, the heat between my legs keeping me reminded of that fact.
Leaning over me, reaching into a nightstand drawer, Kays breasts brushed over mine, making me hornier yet. She pulled out a strap-on harness, a large, black dildo-cock, attached to it.
"Alice, Lynn hasnt gotten off yet," Kay was saying as she got into the harness, kneeling on the bed as she attached the straps around her, "and I think we need to make sure that she does, dont you?"
"Oh, yeah, I do believe that we need to make sure that my baby comes," Ali cooed, stroking her hands over my breasts, bending down to lick her tongue across my hard nipples.
"Im going to fuck her now, and when I finish, itll be your turn, sweetie," Kay said to Ali, addressing her but staring down at me.
"Would you like that, baby?" Ali whispered to me, her tongue flicking in and out of my ear, "Would you like for us to fuck you with that dildo, baby?" she asked me.
My pussy was on fire, my need to orgasm taking over my very being and I looked at them both pleadingly, begging to be fucked.
They did, both of them, they fucked me hard, completely sinking the large black play-cock into me, while the other sucked and kissed on my breasts, on my mouth.
While Ali was fucking me, Kays fingers were teasing my asshole, her wet fingers rubbing across it, making it wet and honestly, feeling good to me. Surprisingly, when Kay began fingering my butt, slowly, easing her finger in, it made my orgasm rush to the surface of my body.
They made me cum, both of them, and I loved them for it.
After a bit of rest and breath-catching, they hooked me into the harness and had me take turns fucking each of them.
It was fun, it was different, and it was satisfying for all of us, thankfully.
Kay wanted us to spend the night but we opted, instead, to make the walk back to the apartment.
It was just after three in the morning, and there were few
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others on the street as we made our way back home, enjoying the quiet and coolness of the early morning air.
If youve never walked the streets of the French Quarters early in the morning, early when there were few others about, I highly recommend it.
It was peaceful, it was serene, it was comforting; of course, I had just been sucked and fucked by a couple of good looking women, so that might have contributed to my sense of completeness.
Ya think?
Ali unlocked the gate that was next to her garage door, opening it so that we could enter the courtyard. Closing it behind her and locking it, I was ready with my lips and kissed her passionately, my arms pulling her into my body, our hips grinding our pussies against each other.
"Lynn?" Ali said, breaking off our kiss as we walked towards the apartment across the courtyard, our arms around each other.
"Yeah, baby, what is it?" I softly answered her.
"That strap-on that we used tonight?"
"Uh-huh, what about it, baby?"
"Weve got to get us one of those," giggling after she said it.
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It was the sound of my cell phone ringing that woke us a few hours later, my eyes sleepily registering the seven oclock that Alis bedside clock was displaying.
I answered my cell as Ali rose onto one of her elbows, her eyes half-opened but watching me intently.
She watched as my fuzziness was trying to clear my brain, as my brain tried to understand the words that were being spoken into my ear that morning.
She watched as my mouth dropped open in horror at what I was hearing; she watched as my hands, then body, began to shake uncontrollably, she watched as the phone slipped from my hand, watched as I fell into unconsciousness.
My life changed forever, that morning, with that phone call.
"Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust…," the voice droned on, my brain barely comprehending the unreal scenario before my swollen, red eyes, hidden by my sunglasses.
My body was leaning against Alis, her hands on my shoulders, steadying me as we watched the casket being lowered into the ground. The half-tab of Valium that Ali had given me before we left my condo, that morning, was helping me keep control of my nerves, preventing me from breaking down into emotional pieces.
We walked to the edge of the gravesite, both of us tossing a long-stemmed red rose down into the hole, landing on top of the casket.
Others did the same, slowly leaving the burial plot, walking towards the cars that were parked a short distance from the site.
"Goodnight, my sweet Betsy, Im going to miss you so much," I heard my voice say, cracking as it said it, my brain still not quite connecting to this moment in time.
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An aneurysm at the young age of fifty-four had taken Betts from me, from us, from her grieving family.
"She was getting ready for work that morning," her husband had told me between sobs at the funeral home, "and all of a
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