3 comments/ 40049 views/ 4 favorites Inside Hillary Clinton Ch. 02 By: USwatchdog If New Hampshire was a whirlwind, Iowa was worse. It's a big state, full of tiny towns spread far apart, and we had to visit as many of them as possible in the few days we had. Marsha and Gail were doing a tremendous job on the advance work, and the state party organization turned out to be very well organized. The days were an exhausting blur of planes, buses, limos and endless shaking of hands, making short speeches and smiling, smiling, smiling. Hillary was amazing. I could barely stand at the end of the day, and she was still raring to go. Her energy and enthusiasm were incredible, and it impressed the voters as well. Some things you just can't fake, and Hillary was the real deal. She was the vibrant center of attention in every room she entered. She made people believe that she was the smartest, nicest, hardest-working person they'd ever met. Nobody who shook her hand could doubt that she'd be a great president. And it didn't hurt that she had that incredible, mysterious, sex appeal. I had a rare break one night in Cedar Rapids, and was relaxing at the hotel bar. Hillary was at dinner with the governor and other Iowa bigwigs, and I was granted a brief reprieve. Dale, one of the local campaign staff, spotted me and brought his drink over. "Things are going well, don't you think?" he said. "Absolutely," I replied. "Every political figure of stature in Iowa has endorsed Hillary, and the news can't get enough of her. We're getting a fortune in free publicity." "What impresses me even more," Dale went on, "Is the effect she has on common people. Everyone just responds to her, in an almost subconscious way. Even me." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, don't take this wrong," Dale went on, "But I've liked her for a long time. I think she's smart, I like her ideas; I think she'll be a good leader. But when I met her in person for the first time, she just bowled me over." He hesitated. "Promise you won't tell anyone this?" I nodded and waved him to continue. "The other night after I met her," Dale said, "I couldn't stop thinking about her. I had crazy ideas. Asking her to leave Bill and marry me, run away together somewhere. I even dreamed about her that night. Am I nuts?" I knew all too well he wasn't. Something about Hillary made men's dicks spring to attention and women's panties grow moist. Must be pheromones or something. I'd been seeing it since we started the campaign, and it affected me as much as anyone. Just thinking about it gave me an erection and I looked at my watch to see when she'd be done with dinner. Almost time. I said goodnight to Dale and headed up to the room. Mine was right next to the candidate, which was natural enough since we worked so closely together. The door between the rooms was an added bonus. I took a quick shower and changed out of my grimy campaign suit. I had just put on jeans and a sweatshirt and was toweling my hair when there was a soft knock at the adjoining door. Hillary walked in with a brilliant smile and a tray of champagne. She was wearing a silk kimono that hid almost nothing. She set the tray down and came into my arms. "This is crazy, you know." I said, inches from her face. "I know," she said. "Kiss me." We rolled onto the bed as her kimono fell open. She pressed her entire body against me and kissed me hungrily. "I've been thinking about this all day," Hillary murmured into my ear. She pushed my sweatshirt up and off my body as she continued to kiss my face and neck. One hand reached between my legs and squeezed my erection. "I want this now," she demanded. Hillary pulled open my jeans and slid them off my legs, then threw her kimono across the room and jumped on top of me. She kissed me again, one hand pulling at my hard cock, then turned and took it into her mouth. She slid her mouth up and down the length of it, struggling to take it all in. "God, I love the taste of your cock," she said. "I'm so glad," I murmured. The pressures of the day were gone, the thousand things to do erased from my memory. All I could think about was the incredible feeling of this gorgeous woman's lips and tongue on my straining manhood. I reached down with one hand and cupped one of her shapely breasts. She moaned around my cock as I squeezed her tit and tugged on the erect nipple. Hillary sat up, tugging urgently at my cock as she kissed me again. "I want to make you come," she said huskily. "I want to see you come." She straddled me, then slid down until her mouth could reach my cock again. She sucked it up and down, then licked it all over, finally licking my balls and sucking them briefly into her mouth. "Are you going to come for me?" she asked, her eyes half-closed. "Do you have a nice big load for me?" If I didn't, this was sure helping me to build one. God, she was hot. Hillary sat up and cupped her breasts in both hands. "Do you like my tits?" she asked. "God, yes." I answered. "They're gorgeous." And indeed they were. Full, firm and darker than I expected, as if she somehow found a way to sunbathe naked. I loved the feel of them in my hands and mouth. Hillary lifted her breasts higher and squeezed them together, licking both nipples and between her breasts. I thought I might come just from watching. "I want you to fuck my tits," she said. She slid down between my legs until her face was near my belly. She lifted my cock in one hand and placed it between her breasts, then squeezed them together around it. Watching my face, she moved her body slowly up and down, her slick tits sliding around my dick with the most delicious sensation. "Does it feel good?" she asked in a low, almost guttural voice. "Do you like fucking my titties?" "Mmhmm," was all I could manage. I began to lift my hips in rhythm with her movements, fucking her tits just like a pussy. I was overwhelmed with the incredible feelings and the experience of this beautiful woman playing the slut for me. It was like she could read my mind. "Do you think I'm a slut?" she asked, still sliding her full breasts up and down my straining pole. "Do you want me to be a slut for you? Do you want to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me? Oh God!" she yelled, her eyes rolling back in her head as she came. Strangled noises came out of her throat as she thrashed above me. "God! That feels so good! Unngghhh!!" she screamed as she came again. "Come on, baby" she said, "Come on my tits. Come all over me!" That was enough for me. With a last thrust I erupted in a powerful jet of steaming white cum that splashed over her chin, then up across her face and in her hair. I kept coming more than I ever had before, and finally collapsed, feeling a little faint. Hillary's giggle brought me partway back to consciousness. I looked up, and she was leaning over me, cum dripping off her face and running down between her breasts. "How do I look?" she giggled again, wiping one white stream off her nipple and sucking it off her finger. "Do you like the way I look dressed in your cum? I do," she said, turning and admiring herself in the mirror. She leaned down and lay full length against me, slipping around in the warm wetness between our bodies. "That was incredible," she said. I'm going to have to give you a nice reward later. Then she bounced off the bed, gave me a mischievous grin over her shoulder, and grabbed her kimono off the floor before disappearing back into her room. I passed out. The next day started at 5am again with a planning meeting over coffee and bagels (I didn't even know you could get bagels in Iowa). The senator had a breakfast with a ladies service organization in Iowa City, and seven other campaign stops in the area before the big event that evening back in Cedar Rapids. One of the nice things about working with Democrats is that they often have support in the show business world and we can get big name stars to help raise publicity and money for the candidate. The papers that day were full of photos of that night's big attractions, Ted Danson and his wife, actress Mary Steenburgen. It kind of ticked me off that the photos of the candidate were smaller than those of the stars, and some papers didn't show her at all. But publicity is publicity, and free publicity is the best kind. All the luminaries of Iowa were lined up for the dinner that night. Artists, educators, leaders from state and local government, successful businesspeople, and not a small number of people who had paid just for a chance to meet the stars and be seen in what was pretty glittering company for Iowa. I was based in LA, so the Hollywood crowd was nothing new to me, but I had never met Ted or Mary before. Gail from the campaign staff was charged to meet them at the airport and make sure they got to the dinner on time. Ted had to fly back out to the coast right after his appearance, but Mary would be staying on at the same hotel we were in. She and Hillary were old friends going back to school days, and tried to get together at least a couple of times a year. I figured I wouldn't be seeing much of Hillary aside from official appearances that day. The dinner was packed. All the press were lined up outside to catch photos of the celebrities, and everyone had dressed their best, knowing they might be in the paper the next day. We got people settled into their seats, then I introduced the governor, who had offered to be the master of ceremonies for the evening. A large local food processor had underwritten the dinner, and the food was better than usual. I was at a table with Gail and Marsha and some local staff, so I could keep an eye on the proceedings without trying to charm my dinner companions. The governor was charming and did a good job of warming up the crowd. He brought on Ted Danson, who did a hysterical lampoon of the Republicans and had the crowd in stitches. Things were going well. Ted introduced his wife, Mary, then quietly slipped off the stage. Gail left the table to join him and get him back to the airport. Mary was a surprise. I'd seen a few of her movies, and she was pretty enough and seemed sweet, but that night she was dazzling. It's easy to underestimate any particular star when you're always comparing them to all the other famous gorgeous people, but in person, Mary was breathtaking. Taller than I expected, she had the kind of beauty that made it hard not to stare. And you could tell she had plenty of practice commanding an audience. She moved around the stage, abandoning the podium, telling stories of herself and Hillary at a young age, throwing in some charming anecdotes about Bill, dropping a few big Hollywood names and totally charming the audience. When she talked about her charity work in Africa, she had half the audience in tears, including at least one old campaign warhorse. By the time she got around to introducing the candidate, she had the whole crowd eating out of her hand. "People ask whether America is ready for a woman to lead them," she said. ""I don't think that's the right question. I believe we should be asking is it time for intelligent leadership? Is it time for leadership that cares about average Americans? Is it time for a leader who thinks not just about today, but about a future for our children and their children? Is it time for a leader who embraces the values that once made America a beacon of hope for the whole world? I believe the answer is yes! Ladies and gentleman, the next president of the United Sates of America, Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton!" The crowd went nuts, jumping to their feet and whistling and hollering like they were at a rock concert. I was grinning from ear to ear. Hillary finally took the podium, and gave her speech. She did great, but there was no question who the star of the evening had been. If there'd been an opening for Governor of Iowa, Mary Steenburgen would have won it by acclamation. We were all pumped up by the end of the evening. A great event, tons of money raised, great visibility, and a big step toward a commanding lead in the early days of the race. Hillary and Mary were joking and laughing in the limo back to the hotel, sitting arm in arm like the old friends they were. It was a great night. In the lobby, I thanked everyone and the staff all took off to their rooms, the hot tub or the hotel bar. Back in my room I showered and changed, and sat down with the itinerary for the next few days. I could tell Hillary and Mary were having a grand time next door, as loud laughter occasionally came through the adjoining door. My concentration was frequently interrupted by memories of the incredible last few days with Hillary, and regrets that we wouldn't be able to be together that night. A knock at the door interrupted my reverie, and I jumped up expecting Marsha or Gail with a snag in tomorrow's schedule. Instead it was room service with a tray. "I didn't order any room service," I said, perplexed. "Compliments of the ladies next door," said the young waiter, placing the covered tray on the table. A little confused, I signed, gave him a tip and he left. I lifted the lid on the tray and there was a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, three glasses, and a folded note. I unfolded the slip of paper. 'Time for your reward. Please bring the tray and your lovely self next door,' I read. I picked up the tray and knocked on the door between our rooms. "You may enter," said an imperious voice, although the effect was spoiled by the burst of laughter that followed. A little nervous, I entered the room, holding up the tray in one hand. "Did somebody order room service?" I asked. They laughed again. Hillary was snuggled up next to Mary on the sofa, their arms linked together. She was in her silk robe, and Mary was wearing something similar, a beautiful sort of grey silk gown with intricate embroidery that must have cost a fortune. "John, John, John," said Mary. Hillary has been telling me all about you. You have been a naughty boy," she said, with arched eyebrows. Oh, God, I thought, and reddened. I'm not usually much of a blusher, but I didn't expect our secret to be out so soon. Both women laughed again. Mary slid away from Hillary and patted the couch between them. "You come sit down right here," she ordered. "I have some questions for you." Uneasily, I moved across the room, setting the tray down on the coffee table and taking a seat between the two women. The first thing I noticed was Mary's scent. Hillary always had a nice, clean, fresh-scrubbed smell to her, but Mary was wearing something musky and intoxicating. I felt like snuffling at her neck like a dog, but restrained the impulse. I covered by pouring and passing around glasses of champagne. I was nervous, but it passed pretty quickly. We made small talk, the two women telling stories about each other from school days. The champagne helped. I relaxed, joining the laughter. But a good part of me was still very conscious of Hillary, and wondering if we'd get any time together that night. And I have to admit that another part kept stealing glances at Mary. She really was very beautiful. Whether it was just genes or Hollywood artifice, she didn't look anything near her real age. Beautiful, full, dark curly hair almost to her waist, slim, nice legs peeking out from the folds of her gown, flat belly, firm high breasts, flawless skin. She could have passed for twenty-five except for the little crinkles around her eyes, but you were so quickly drawn into their big brown depths that you scarcely had time to notice them. And somehow it was all coupled with a beguiling girl-next-door quality. Mary didn't seem like a remote Hollywood screen goddess, but more like the nicest, prettiest girl in your high school. It had been a long day, and I've never had much of a head for champagne. I guess at some point I had tuned out the conversation, because the girls laughed, and I heard Mary say, "I think the poor boy is tired." "Oh, poor baby," Hillary responded with a laugh. I shook my head to clear it and apologized. "That's ok," said Mary, you just lie down and put your head right here," and she patted her lap. I looked at Hillary and she smiled and pulled my feet up to her lap, so I just lay back and relaxed. Hillary started rubbing my feet, and Mary lightly stroked my head, gently pulling my hair back from my face. "I'm going to start purring if you keep that up," I murmured, but they were busy chatting and I don't think they heard me. I just lay back and enjoyed the sensations. Hillary gave a pretty mean foot rub, as it turns out, and Mary's stroking was so soothing after a long day. I gradually became aware again of that wonderful aroma coming from Mary, and turned my head toward her to get a better whiff. "What are you doing?" she asked with a small laugh. "I'm sorry," I said, embarrassed, "I was just wondering what perfume you're wearing." Both women burst out laughing. I was perplexed. "It's all right," said Mary. "I don't wear perfume." "Men have been asking her that her whole life," said Hillary. "Mary just naturally smells...intoxicating," and they both cracked up again. Amazing. "Oh, go ahead," Mary said, lifting her arms as if in surrender. "Get a good nose full." I turned my face into her belly and inhaled deeply, then sighed. She kept stroking my face and head. I lifted my head a little higher, and the smell was, if anything stronger. I kept moving up slowly, then suddenly realized I was approaching her breasts and dropped back, embarrassed. Hillary smiled and leaned over into Mary's neck, inhaling deeply. "Mmm, it is hard to resist, isn't it," she said, and she and Mary gave each other a meaningful look. They both laid their heads back on the couch and talked and laughed softly, Mary absently rubbing my head and Hillary continuing to work on my feet and legs. I might have dozed off for a minute, but consciousness returned abruptly when I realized that Hillary was now stroking my cock through my jeans. I looked at her, then quickly up at Mary, but neither paid any attention to me, and I wondered if Hillary even realized what she was doing. My dick was growing large and stiff under Hillary's ministrations, and I shifted a little with discomfort. Hillary looked down at me and gave me a brief warm smile, and I felt a glow inside. Then she used both hands to pull down my zipper and ease my straining member out of my pants. She began stroking it up and down, but returned her attention to her soft-voiced conversation with her friend. I closed my eyes and focused on the wonderful feelings. I heard a soft giggle from both of them, and opened my eyes to see them both looking down at me and smiling. "Why, I think you found a way to wake him up," said Mary with a laugh. "At least part of him," responded Hillary, and they both laughed louder. Hillary shifted a little on the couch, then leaned down and took my hard cock in her mouth. I felt it jump, and my eyes practically rolled back in my head from pleasure. "Oh, my," said Mary softly, with her gentle southern accent. Hillary sucked up and down several times, then sat up again, her hand continuing what her mouth had started. "Isn't it beautiful?" she asked Mary, "And it tastes so good!" They both giggled again. "Well, I'm not taking your word for it," declared Mary, and bending over, she took my dick in her hand and then wrapped her lips around it. The sight of this beautiful Hollywood star with her lips around my cock was almost too much for me. When her long fingernails trailed softly over my balls, my cock jumped again and I thought I couldn't stand this for long. Hillary used one hand to pull Mary's hair back out of her way, and with the other, she stroked whatever part of my cock and balls weren't in Mary's mouth. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Finally Mary sat up again. Inside Hillary Clinton Ch. 02 "Mmm, he is yummy," she said. A little precum had formed at the tip of my cock, and Mary gathered it on her fingertips, brought it to her lips, and laid her head back on the couch with her eyes closed. "Mmm, yum." She said again. Hillary took the opportunity to bend down and take me in her mouth again, working more eagerly now up and down my shaft. I stole a look at Mary. Her head was still back, her eyes closed. Her silk robe was open now at the top, and one hand was inside, playing with her left breast. Feeling bold, I reached up and opened the gown further. Mary looked down and smiled at me, then leaned her head back again. Her fingernails trailed softly over her breast, a soft gasp escaping her lips each time they crossed her nipple. I exposed the other breast further, and thought it was the most beautiful I had ever seen. Firm, soft and pert as a young girl's, it was white as porcelain. The aureole was a beautiful ivory-pink, a color I'd never seen before, but which seemed perfect for this goddess. I lifted my head and took the nipple in my mouth, and Mary let out a low moan. Her right hand cupped my head, pulling it to her breast, and I sucked more of it into my mouth. Hillary continued slurping my cock up and down. I couldn't take much more of this. "I do so hate to disturb you," Mary said with her soft southern accent, "But I need to get up." Reluctantly I rose from the couch. Feeling silly with my pants hanging down, I took them off. The sweatshirt followed. "Oh, what a good idea," said Mary. Giggling, both she and Hillary dropped their silk robes to the floor. "Now you just lie back down here and be comfortable," Mary said, guiding me back to the couch with a hand on my back. I lay down, my cock pointing at the ceiling. Hillary and Mary moved together and pressed themselves against each other, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss. Mary placed her hands at the small of Hillary's back, pulling her naked body into her own. Hillary put one hand behind Mary's head and with the other massaged her breast roughly, pulling at the nipple. Mary gasped through the kiss but didn't pull away. Finally the two women parted, smiling into each other's eyes. "Oh, my" Mary said again. She glanced over at me, then back at Hillary. "Decisions, decisions," she said, and both women laughed. "I don't think he's going to last much longer," said Hillary. "Good point," answered Mary, and parting reluctantly, they both came back toward the couch. "I think," said Hillary, throwing one leg over me, "that we ought to continue this somewhere a little more...stimulating." She reached down, took my cock in her hand, and settled slowly onto it, guiding it inside her. "Ooohh, excellent idea," said Mary, approaching the other end of the couch. She bent down, smiled into my eyes and kissed me long and slow. I inhaled her wonderful scent once again. Hillary began moving back on forth on top of me. "Now, wait for me, hon," Mary said to Hillary. She positioned herself next to my head, then swung one leg over me so that she straddled my face, facing Hillary. Mary lowered herself slowly until her pussy was inches from my face. She had only a little pubic hair curling around the edges of her pink lips. And the incredible scent that emanated from the rest of her was even stronger here. I buried my face in her snatch, breathing deeply, and she settled onto me with a sigh. Hillary leaned forward and planted her lips on Mary's while her hips pumped back and forth, my cock slipping in and out. Mary took one of Hillary's full breasts in each hand and squeezed them, eliciting a deep moan. After that I lost track for a while of what they were doing, except for the feel of Hillary's hot wet cunt fucking me, and the smell of Mary's increasingly moist pussy in my face. I took a deep lick from the top to the bottom of Mary's slit, reaching as deep as I could. The taste matched the smell, and was unlike any pussy I'd ever tasted before. It was like the nectar of the gods really existed, and had been hiding all along in Mary Steenburgen's cunt. I lapped at it greedily, and Mary gyrated above me, pressing herself down hard onto my face. I took Mary's clit between my lips and sucked at it and she gasped and shuddered with her first orgasm. This seemed to set off Hillary, who suddenly forced herself down hard onto my cock and let out a strangled howl of pleasure, her face resting against Mary's breasts. At some unseen signal the two women rose and changed positions, and I watched Mary lower her perfect body onto my still-hard cock just before Hillary lowered her dripping pussy onto my face. Hillary didn't taste like Mary, but she was delicious, and I focused completely on pleasuring her, aside from occasional bursts of pleasure from the movement of Mary's cunt on my cock. Hillary was ready, and it didn't take long before she came again, grinding her pussy into my face and drenching me with her juices. She gasped and rolled off of me onto the floor, where she leaned against the couch gasping. Mary continued riding me, and I reached up to take her tits in both hands, She placed her hands over mine and moaned, increasing the pace of her hip movements. I grabbed both nipples and pulled, and she gasped and opened her eyes. "Yes," she said, "do that again." I pulled her nipples again, twisting them a little, and she whimpered. "Yes," she moaned softly. "Mmhmm, Mmhmm, like that." I continued playing rough with her nipples and began lifting my hips off the couch to force myself into her more deeply. A guttural noise came from her throat. Hillary had recovered enough to watch us, and aroused by Mary's obvious pleasure, reached between us to find her clit. "Oh, God!" said Mary. "OOOHHHH GOD!" Hillary rubbed Mary's clit furiously while Mary bucked back and forth. I pumped myself into her as hard as I could and yanked at her nipples. "Stop!" she yelled, and as both Hillary and I became motionless, Mary held herself still for a moment above me, then suddenly exploded into movement, thrashing and screaming and fucking me even harder and faster than before. "Oh God!" she screamed. "OH GOD. OH MY GOD MY GOD MY GOD MY GOD!" She trailed off in a kind of fading scream, then slowly collapsed off of me onto the floor next to Hillary. I just lay there and gasped for a while. Hillary was semi-conscious on the floor, and Mary was collapsed next to her, her chest heaving. "Pardon my French, but holy shit!" said Mary, and we all collapsed in laughter. "My poor little kitty is so sore," Mary said in wonderment. "Me too," said Hillary. They looked at each other and laughed. "Only one thing to do," said Hillary. "Well, I guess so," said Mary. Hillary lay on her back on the floor, and Mary took position above her in the sixty-nine position. They began gently stroking and licking each other's labia, working slowly in toward the center. Soft sighs became deeper moans, and they seemed to forget me completely as they urged their pussies into each other's faces. I couldn't help stroking myself at this amazing spectacle. Mary's ass was toward me, and I watched in growing arousal as Hillary's skillful tongue and fingers brought her back to the edge. Hillary tipped her head back for a moment and grinned at me, and I moved closer to watch her tongue probe deeply into Mary's dripping cunt. Hillary pulled Mary's pussy open wider with her fingers and buried her face as deeply as possible, her fingers spreading Mary's love juices around her tender lips and over her ass. She brushed her fingers lightly over Mary's asshole, and I heard a gasp as Mary's thigh's quivered and her asshole puckered, then she screamed a loud, "OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHH!" rising in pitch and finally shutting off as Mary collapsed on top of Hillary. She lay their shuddering, and breathing in ragged gasps, while Hillary continued stroking her gorgeous ass and kissing her thighs. Finally Mary rose to her knees again and dropped her head into Hillary's crotch to finish her off. Hillary closed her eyes for a moment and sighed deeply, then opened them and smiled back at me, simultaneously spreading Mary's pussy wide open with her fingers. Accepting the unspoken invitation, I moved closer. Hillary took my cock in her hand and pulled it closer, guiding it toward Mary's open pussy. The head went in easily, eased by the warm juices still flowing from Mary's orgasm. Hillary moved her hands to my ass and urged me closer while she returned again to licking Mary's labia. I felt her tongue alternate between my cock and Mary's pussy, and obeying her insistent hands, pushed my bulging member in deeper. Mary let out a deep moan and Hillary pulled hard. Shoving forward, I buried the full length of my erection inside Mary's warm wet pussy. It gripped me in a welcoming embrace, and I held still for a moment, enjoying the sensation as well as the amazing sight of Mary's beautiful body prostrate under me, her brown curls bobbing over Hillary's spread thighs. Hillary's tongue caressed my balls, breaking my reverie, and I began pumping Mary's cunt harder and faster. She groaned into Hillary's pussy as her tongue worked faster, and I saw Hillary's hips pressing into Mary's face urgently. I pulled my cock almost all the way out, then plunged it back in full length, repeating the move over and over. Mary emitted soft "Ooh, ooh" sounds as I moved, her ass pressing back toward me with each stroke. One an outstroke, Hillary grasped my straining member and pulled it all the way out, then pulled it into her mouth. She moaned in appreciation at the flavor of Mary's juices as Mary whined in complaint. Hillary put her hand on my ass and pulled me toward her forcefully, and I shoved my cock into her throat. She pulled me again, and I continued fucking her mouth with the same rhythm I had used on Mary's pussy. After several strokes, Hillary withdrew her mouth and guided me again inside Mary, who pushed back hard against me, taking me deep inside. Both women were issuing guttural moans and groans in time with my thrusts, and their growing passion brought me closer to the edge. I gripped Mary's hips tightly and pounded into her like my life depended on it, while Hillary licked her pussy, my cock and balls and Mary lapped furiously at Hillary's pussy. The women's moans rose in pitch and speed and suddenly burst into screams as they writhed and thrashed below me. I exploded in an incredible outpouring of cum, blowing a powerful stream into Mary with each thrust. My hot white cum poured out around my cock, dripping in heavy streams into Hillary's face where she lapped it up eagerly. I released Mary's hips, swayed for a minute, then collapsed backward in stunned exhaustion. The women reversed position, Mary licking my cum off of Hillary's face between deep kisses. They alternated soft laughter and sobs of release, holding each other tightly. Both their asses continued to twitch as the orgasms gradually wound down. Finally the women released each other. Hillary came and lay on my left side, putting her head on my shoulder and pulling my arm around her. Mary joined us on my right and I put my other arm around the beautiful actress. They both snuggled close pressing their breasts against my side and putting their hands on my chest, their legs wrapped around mine. Both women released a simultaneous deep sigh of contentment and laughed. "So, John," Hillary said softly into my ear. "Mary and I have a secret. Can you guess what it is?" We all collapsed into laughter.