0 comments/ 10649 views/ 0 favorites IHOP By: MyMichele I waited nervously outside of the restaurant, anxiously awaiting his presence. I gave one last yawn, and took another sip of my soda. An hour ago, I was about to go bed, looking forward to a night of blissful sleep, when my phone rang. "Hello?" "Jane? It's Mark. How are you?" My heart stopped. It literally stopped for about 4 seconds until, realizing it needed to keep beating to keep me alive, it started again. Ever since I was 15 years old, I'd had a crush on Mark Moore. There was just something about him that drew me to him, something I'd never experienced with anyone else. It was that feeling that kept me coming back for more, and him too, apparently, since he called me out of nowhere. He convinced me to get out of bed and meet him at a diner a few minutes from my apartment. It didn't take much convincing; anytime I can see Mark, I'm there. I paced outside the restaurant, nervous knots forming in my stomach. I hadn't seen him in a year, and just the thought of seeing him, his long dark hair, his green eyes, made my stomach turn. It was unseasonably cool for July, with a slight breeze blowing in. It was 2 AM, and the parking lot was nearly deserted. I gazed up at the stars and noted how bright Mars was. It somehow comforted me to see Mars, it's red fierceness visible in the sky, and it eased my stomach somewhat. I gazed at my watch nervously. He was 5 minutes late, but I wasn't worried yet. He was always late. Finally, a dark red Camaro drove on to the gravel parking lot. I smiled. He was here. He got out of the car, looking around, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the early morning. He finally saw me, and grinned. I walked over to him and we embraced. Two old friends, glad to see each other again. Except it was more than that, and we both knew it. He gave me a kiss on the cheek, and we walked into the restaurant. The waitress smiled at us as she took our order. She probably thought we were lovers, and in a way, she was right. "So, it's been a while, Jane. What have you been up to?" I went through a laundry list of the boring undertakings of my life, never taking my eyes off his. I suddenly felt like none of these things mattered, because he wasn't in my life to share them with me. Then I shook it off. I knew he wasn't meant to be in my life the way I had originally wanted him to be, and I was comfortable with that. I've had a boyfriend for a long time, someone who could offer me what Mark couldn't, which was a stable life together. With Mark, there was always questions of where he was or what he was doing and why wasn't he calling me? That's the only reason why we didn't last. I wanted stability, and he didn't. "Well, it sounds like you've been busy," he said. I nodded. He talked about his life. He was currently the successful owner of a new movie theater, and was very proud of it. He talked about his girlfriend, Sylvia, and how they weren't getting along very well. A small glimmer of hope rested in my heart, but I tried to make it go away. As he talked about the movie business and his car and his life, I started into his eyes. My god, I thought to myself. He is still as gorgeous as he was the day I met him. Those big, strong arms. Those bright green eyes. I could barely contain myself as I tried to eat my chocolate chip pancakes. He must have seen the look in my eyes, because he stopped in mid-sentence. "Jane, are we going to keep playing this game? I think I need to tell you something, something I've been meaning to tell you for so long, and I just can't take it anymore." My heart stopped again, this time for 5 seconds. "Mark, I don't think you have to say it. I think I know." "You might, but I have to say it. Jane, ever since I first met you, there's been something about you. You're different from the others. I love my girlfriend, and I know you love your boyfriend, but I also know you feel the same way about me." "What- what way is that, Mark? I know, but I just want to hear you say it." I waited anxiously, to hear the words I've been longing for him to say. "There's just some kind of force that pulls me to you. It makes me long for you. When I go to sleep at night, after I've kissed Sylvia good night, I think of you, and wonder what you're doing. When I'm making dinner, I think of what you're making for dinner. When I'm lonely, it's not Sylvia I'm thinking of. I feel like you're my soulmate, and no matter how many times I've tried to convince myself of anything different, I can't. I was meant to be with you somehow, Jane, and I just don't want to deny myself of you anymore." My heart pounded. I knew what he was talking about. He wasn't talking about being a couple, this I knew. He was talking about taking it a step further. I threw some money down on the table, and took one last gulp of water. I took his hand and lead him out to my car. He didn't ask questions, he just followed. I closed my car door, and turned to him. He held my face in his hands, and kissed me softly. We had kissed before, of course, but this was a different kind of kiss. This was the kind of kiss that could only happen once two people realize they can't live without each other. After what seemed like hours, I broke away from the kiss, reluctantly. "I live near here." He nodded. I started the car, and drove like a bat out of hell to my apartment. I thanked the heavens once again that I didn't have a roommate. I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but I couldn't help gazing at him every couple of seconds. Our eyes would meet, and I'd turn away. It was like the game we played in junior high, when we had a crush on each other, only now it was serious, and about 100 times more intense. When we made it to my apartment, I turned off the engine and looked at him. "Are we ready for this?" I asked. He nodded. "I've been ready for this for a long time." That was the answer I needed to hear. I led him to my one bedroom apartment on the second floor, barely managing to close the door before he was kissing me. He kissed me feverishly, and I kissed him back, trying to grab every second I could with him. I knew this was probably the only time this would happen, and then time would change, and this would only be a memory, so I tried to make as many memories as possible. Getting down to business, he followed me to my bedroom. No sooner had I closed the door was he grabbing me and throwing me on the bed. This turned me on way too much. I was about to say something, but he put his hand on my mouth. He then kissed me, biting my lip, and with his other hand, caressed and pinched my nipples through my tank top. I shuddered, wanting more and more of him. I grabbed his head and kissed him harder, sucking on his lip, my hand searching for the hardness that I knew was forming in his pants. He got on top of me, spreading my legs with his. He took my shirt off and struggled with my bra. When he finally got it off, he took each nipple in his mouth and sucked it, biting it anxiously. I couldn't believe this. It was such a surreal experience to finally be doing this with Mark. I wanted him so bad, every inch of his body. I struggled to get back on top. He tried to push me down but I sat on top of him and unbuckled his jeans. I took them off and stroked his massive penis through his underwear. I wanted that inside me so much, but I knew I had to wait. I slowly took his underwear off, touching him softly, caressing his balls, running my hand down his cock. He moaned loudly, looking into my eyes, wanting more. I took him into my mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder. Oral sex was something I did well, and something I enjoyed doing, especially with Mark. He was very receptive to my tongue and lips, and I could tell it took restraint for him to not orgasm right then. I ran my tongue over the tip of his penis, slowly, savoring all it's tastes. I wrapped my lips around it and moved up and down, up and down, until finally he couldn't take it anymore, and came in my mouth. He then grabbed my hands and pulled me under him again. Throughout all of this, no words were spoken. We didn't need words; all of our words had already been spoken. All we needed now was to show our unparallel love for each other, and that was spoken through gasps and moans. He spent quality time sucking and touching my nipples while taking my pants off with his other hand. When I was completely naked, he started with my mouth and kissed, sucked, and stroked every part of my body. He stroked my thighs, making them tingle. When I was 15, Mark had told me about his special techniques of going down on someone. I never got to experience that until now, when I realized how right he was. He ran his tongue down my clit, putting his fingers inside of me, finding all the right spots. I cried out as he sucked on my clit, a raging fire that had struck in all the right places. He stuck one finger in my ass while he was sucking on my clit, and instead of that bothering me like it usually did with my boyfriend, it just intensified my pleasure, and I had another raging orgasm. After he was satisfied with my screams of pleasure, he lay down next to me and kissed me softly. I kissed him back, tasting myself on his tongue. He stroked my breasts, and I ran my fingers through his hair. We both knew what was coming next, and how big of a step it was, and it was, admittedly, scary. The only person I'd ever made love to was my boyfriend, and the thought of doing it with Mark was too much to bear. I decided to take the next step. I got on top of him, kissing him slowly, placing myself on his hard dick, filling myself up with him. This surprised him, but he liked it. He placed his hands on my breasts as I rode his cock, up and down, in and out. It was a spiritual experience. I felt like this is what I needed in my life. I felt a connection with him I knew I'd never replace, and realized that this was what I had needed my whole life. I moaned, loudly and kissed him hard. We switched positions, and he got on top of me. He held my hands as he entered me, and stared into my eyes. We were together rhythmically, like we were meant to be like this forever, and we came together, in each other's arms. We lay side by side, staring intently into each other's eyes. I see my soul in his eyes, and I know it'll always be there. I also know this could never happen again, because it was too intense, and it proved the point that we would always be together, even if we were apart. IHOP As can happen at 1am, my fiancée, Christina, and I were hungry and decided to go out to eat. It was transitioning from a Saturday night to a Sunday morning, so we knew there was a chance we could encounter an interesting crowd at whatever restaurant we patronized. Given the hour, our choices were also relatively slim: Perkin's, Denny's, Waffle House, and IHOP. While waiting for our food, a couple of women walked in that appeared to have arrived straight from a bar. One was kind of staggering, appearing drunk, something her companion announced along with telling their waitress that she needed a pot of black coffee. As she seemed unable to say anything without laughing, it was highly improbable she was sober. As they sat in their booth, I turned myself casually to my side, sitting length-wise in my booth seat, giving me an ability to survey much of the restaurant. The sober of the women couple that walked in took off her jacket before she sat down, her black tube top allowing her tanned shoulders and her equally tanned cleavage to openly express part of her body to the world. Her long, chestnut hair rested on her shoulders, as if leading a glance of her body from her darker eyes down to her cleavage. Though she shared in the coffee that their waitress brought to the table, she didn't seem intoxicated. Elsewhere in the restaurant was a table of at least six college students who also noticed the women. It didn't take long for a young man at the end of the table to decide, after being somewhat egged on by his friends, to descend upon these women, to what end I could only speculate and it'd probably be a pretty accurate guess. His light blue baseball cap backward on his head, he appeared to be fresh out of high school and certainly not nearly mature enough to handle two women who appeared to be about ten years his senior. He sat in right next to the woman with the chestnut hair, practically, and somewhat rudely and obviously immaturely, pushing her over, butting in between the two women uninvited to initiate conversation. Sitting across from the least sober of the two, it is with her he seemed to focus his entire conversation. In overhearing that conversation I would learn that the two women were sisters, and the one with the chestnut hair was in her late 20s and only a couple years younger than me, and the tone of her voice wasn't pleasant, and the young man certainly wasn't taking the hint. He made what little conversation he could before his meal's arrival beckoned him back to his table. However he kept peering over his shoulder, almost completely turning around in his chair, to look back at the women while he was eating, though the women never paid their young intruder any additional attention. After seeing that a couple times, I spoke up to the young man, "If you have something else to discuss with them, walk over and talk to them instead of just peering over your shoulder." He did nothing, however, only turning back around and continuing his meal. Seeing this, I walked over to the women and asked if I might join them for a moment. Allowing me, I sat down next to the one with chestnut hair, across from the woman who was having no problem drowning her drunken state with coffee. I wondered if the white shirt she wore under her denim jacket would be completely dyed a shade of brown before they left. Her darker than blond hair rested cleanly upon the shoulders of the denim jacket, framing her face and allowing her bright blue eyes to stand out. In a short set of introductions, I learned the coffee drinker is named Kailynn, while the woman next to me is named Sandy. "So why have you joined us?" Sandy asked, pointing to my fiancée sitting in the nearby booth. "Won't your girlfriend be disappointed?" "She trusts me," I replied. "Plus given you pointed her out, you know my intentions are purely innocent." "Oh, and what might your intentions be?" "Well, I just want to apologize for that horny college kid over there." Both women perked up right away, and Kailynn seemed to become immediately, if only momentarily, sober. "The one who seems to think he actually has a chance with you." Kailynn's eyes looked as if they needed a night's sleep instead of a pot of coffee, "And why do you say that?" "Think about it, did you come to IHOP to pick up men?" Just that moment, their waitress arrived at their table. "Enjoy your meal, and if that kid gives you any trouble..." I stood up next to the waitress. "Whatever they order, it's on me." "That's not necessary," Sandy replied. "After all, your intentions aren't entirely innocent now." "Sure they are," I tried to sound mockingly insulted, "after all I haven't asked for anything more than your name. And I insist, your meal is on me tonight." Not wanting to give them another opportunity to decline, I walked back to my booth and sat back down, just in time for my food to arrive. * * * * * Given I had offered to pay for their meal, something Christina found both flattering and mildly upsetting at the same time, I had to stick around to pay their tab. On their way out, Sandy dropped a folded piece of paper on my table before leaning in to kiss me on my lips in front of my fiancée, "Thanks for the meal." After watching them walk off, I glanced toward the table of college students. The young man with the backward baseball cap stared back at me, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. His friends were certainly good at mimicry as well, as they were also wide-eyed with their jaws on the table. I looked at the paper and unfolded it to see a phone number written on it. I looked out the window and saw Sandy standing next to her car. I pulled out my phone and called the number. Sandy picked up and I saw her standing next to the car talking to me. After a short conversation, we said our parting words and she got into her car and drove away. The young man came over and butted his way into our booth and next to Christina. "Okay dude, I'm dying to know, what did you say to them?" I leaned back in my seat to gain better access to my jeans pocket. "It's called candor, young man. Learn it." I stuffed the paper with Sandy's phone number into my pocket before dismissing the young man. * * * * * One of the downsides to working for a large corporation is that, chances are, you become one stalk in a giant cubicle farm. Without any doors to close and worthwhile walls to separate you from your coworkers, other options are needed when your cell phone starts to ring. Thankfully for me, I'm only a few paces from a privacy room, where I had to duck when my phone started buzzing with Sandy's phone number on the display. She didn't start the conversation in a typical way, though, "You really have a way with words." "Umm... thank you," I said somewhat hesitantly. "But I've been thinking," she began, pausing a moment, "that my kiss isn't enough to repay your kindness." In the privacy room is a rocker recliner style chair and a short round table. I sat down in the chair, sitting back and putting my legs up on the table. "Okay. And what would you suggest?" A few ideas started to run through my mind. "Well," she began again, pausing a little longer this time, "let me send you something to give you an idea." A few more ideas started running through my mind. When my cell phone buzzed, I pulled it away from my ear and saw the alert on the screen for a new multimedia message from Sandy. I opened the message and was greeted with a picture. I couldn't tell when the picture was taken, but my attention it definitely had. The picture practically begged to be zoomed and panned, so who was I to deny? The tan I noticed on her shoulders when I saw her at the restaurant was cascaded more or less evenly across her entire body. Her nipples were darker dots on mounds of tan-kissed skin, and the slim frame I imagined when I first saw her was in reality, at least the reality the photo presented, a more athletic frame, revealing a woman who worked out and took pride in her health and appearance. The pride in her appearance was definitely evident in the lack, but not full absence, of hair down in the sex folds of her pussy. It appeared to have been shaved and groomed by expert hands, as did her legs. I've mostly disliked seeing pictures of women who stand in front of a mirror and point the camera at the mirror to take a self picture, but here I definitely had to make an exception. Sandy was lying on her side in front of a mirror, her arm supporting her head, and with her body this picture seemed near perfect. Looking at it I could feel admiration for her seeming goddess-like body while also feeling an intense desire to see that body first-hand. Regaining my senses momentarily, I put the phone back to my ear -- I'll need to remember the Bluetooth headset after today, I thought to myself. Sandy seemed to wonder if I'd completely lost it, asking "Are you still there?" "Yeah I'm still here," I replied. "And what do you think?" "I think I'd really like to see that in person," I giggled slightly. "Mmm, I'm glad to hear that," was she grinning on her end of the line? "Well I was thinking," she paused a moment, "that I'd like to properly thank you for your hospitality, and", she paused again ("how to word this?"), seeming like forever, "thank your girlfriend as well." I could feel a tightness swelling in my jeans as I sat in that chair. I leaned back slightly in the chair, just enough that I could reach into my jeans and adjust the growing difficulty to make things a little more comfortable. "That sounds pretty good," I replied, "but..." I cut off my reply, letting it dangle in the air for a long moment. "But... what?" she asked. "But," I paused again, letting another long moment hang over the conversation, "I think you will also need to talk to my girlfriend about this." She seemed okay with speaking with my fiancée about her desires. After ending the conversation I sent Sandy a text message with my fiancée's phone number and left the privacy room to return to work. * * * * * Through much of the afternoon I had a difficult time clearing my mind of Sandy's naked body. On more than one occasion I ducked to the restroom in an attempt to do just that, but the relief of a clear mind would not last very long before my mind and concentration were stolen from me again. The best for which I could hope was to present the best illusion of productivity until the time came for me to leave the office. But even through the drive home, my mind would betray me. The picture would pop into my head or my mind would seemingly involuntarily cause me to operate my phone to bring the picture up onto its display, and the interstate is the last place distractions should be occurring in the car. Very low on the list of things I needed was an embarrassing news report to be broadcast on the news, "And it appears the driver was distracted by a photo of a naked woman on his cell phone." After walking in the door to my apartment, locking it behind me as I always do, I turned around to find my fiancée, Christina, standing fully naked at the other end of the living room. Had she been expecting me to be arriving home? I'm not sure if it was entirely obvious. As I was setting my laptop case down on the floor, Christina walked up to me and started to kiss me with the fervor of a woman aroused beyond the point of needing to be fucked just to continue living. Knowing how Christina can be when she's at that point, I knew all I could do was just go with it if I wanted to continue living. "Let me guess," I started before a kiss interrupted me, "you've talked to Sandy." Christina's response was only with her lips, kissing me again after the last breath of Sandy's name escaped me, a hint of something on her breath that I didn't recognize. She elaborated on her response by expertly sliding my shirt, along with the t-shirt I wore under it, up and over my head, off my body, and tossing it to the couch. Not content with ending her explanation there, she then immediately went for my pants, my dick immediately jumping to attention as if it heard a bugle call ring out across a morning breeze, but still trapped in the tent of cotton and denim, so it wasn't going to be seeing some action yet. As soon as she had my belt loose and my jeans unbuttoned, my jeans and underwear were at my ankles and my dick stood out as a flagpole on the side of a building. She tapped my ankles with her hands and I dug my feet out of my shoes and stepped out of my pants, then slid my socks from my feet before taking a step forward away from the stack of fabric that previously adorned my body. Still unwilling to answer with actual words, Christina led me across the living room, down the hall and to the last door on the left into the master bedroom. She then turned me around and pushed me down onto the bed. My body flat on the mattress, I propped myself up slightly onto my elbows in time to see Christina kneeling between my legs, taking my almost painfully engorged cock in hand, then in mouth, her tongue gliding up and down my shaft. From my vantage point, I could see the master bathroom and I noticed the bathroom light was on in the momentary focus on reality I could gain. While Christina was concentrating on my cock, I noticed the bathroom door opened and out walked a tan, firm body that I immediately recognized as the one I almost burned into my retinas throughout much of the afternoon. Partly covered with a towel, she was drying off the last corners of her body as she approached the bed. Wasting no time, and wasting no energy on words, Sandy pushed me off my elbows as she climbed onto the mattress, positioning her engorged, darker pussy over my face, her eyes staring down across her body into mine. I looked up across the front of her body, seeing her firm tits from below, momentarily taking in the sight and trying to register in my brain that this is actually happening and is not a dream, although feeling like a dream. I extended my tongue and took a taste of Sandy's pussy, licking away the juices that saturated her better than a well-marinated turkey. Though this was the first time I licked her pussy, the taste seemed oddly familiar. I indulged myself further and then it registered in my brain that I had just tasted this only a few moments earlier on Christina's lips. I pulled Sandy down a little more, giving my lips better access to her pussy, wanting to explore where Christina's had been before me. Sandy didn't give me much opportunity to get more than a couple licks at her cherry pie before she pulled her pussy away from me, allowing me to become conscious of the fact that Christina was no longer sucking on my dick but was instead wanting me to move further back onto the bed. Instead of just moving across the mattress, I adjusted my position such that I was lying diagonally across the bed. Christina crawled onto and across the mattress, bringing her body to mine, her pussy to my dick, straddling my body and sliding my cock into her pussy, slowly allowing her weight to bring me as far into her as I could go. She lowered her face, kissing me with the same fervor I felt when she kissed me after walking in the door. Christina kept her face close, allowing me to feel each breath upon my cheek as she rocked her hips back and forth, up and down, every which way that if I'd closed my eyes I would've sworn I was on a roller coaster if I didn't feel Christina's warm cunt wrapped around my cock. I glanced over and could see her eyes were closed, feeling her body move against mine, moans escaping her lips and ducking into my ears, I wondered what was running through her head. Then her eyes came open again, glancing over at mine, then upward above us. She leaned in and kissed my lips softly. I became momentarily aware of a second set of breaths from above us. Christina lifted herself up, supporting her weight above me as she sat more upright, my cock sliding just a little further into her. I followed her eyes and then time seemed to stop as I saw her lips become one with Sandy's. I momentarily felt like that moment could be my last, that I could die a happy man, but then what kind of man would I be to leave this world with two women unsatisfied? But to see Christina kissing another woman, I have no idea how to describe it. I knew she is bisexual, I knew she'd kissed a couple other women. I had imagined it numerous times, but like seemingly everything else, nothing can prepare you for when you see it. I've seen women kiss women before in real life, but never has it involved the one I love. And with this moment seemingly locked in time, my breath still, my dick feeling like it was about to burst, I took a deep swallow and watched as time started to slowly come back to life. I watched as lips and tongues danced a ballet before my eyes, seeming in sync with some music I couldn't hear. When an intermission came, Sandy's lips came down to my level and, with what felt like a magic touch upon my lips, albeit brief, brought me into the next act as time seemed to regain its normal pace and Christina started again in moving her pussy up and down, back and forth along my cock. Sandy kissed Christina's lips again, causing Christina to hold her hips still, her moves around my cock paused. Lips and tongue appeared to dance again for a moment before I could faintly hear a whisper between the two, a whisper that caused Christina to dismount my cock. Sandy then looked down at me, "I have an idea." I sat myself up, and Sandy motioned me off the bed, so I rose and stood near the corner. Christina lay diagonally flat on the mattress, her head toward me but with plenty of space between the corner and her hair. With her legs spread, her knees elevated, my cock rock hard, I watched as Sandy came into view and first straddled herself over Christina's face, Sandy's pussy above Christina's lips, taking a moment to adjust her hair before she leaned across Christina's body, her lips joining Christina's pussy. Christina's face went momentarily tense, a louder moan escaping her lips. I watched as Sandy 69'd my fiancée with my hand seemingly involuntarily stroking my cock, not wanting to move, not wanting to interrupt. For what seemed like an eternity I watched this before Sandy lifted her face from Christina's pussy, "Are you going to fuck me, or just watch?" Having been snapped back to reality, I momentarily questioned what I just heard. I must have questioned it aloud, as Sandy responded, "I want your dick in my pussy." I walked over to the 69'ing couple and stroked my hand across Sandy's pussy, feeling its blood-engorged warmth on my fingers. Christina reached her hand across and slid my cock into her mouth, moaning at the taste, licking and sucking at my dick. I slid my cock from Christina and positioned myself behind Sandy, using my hand to position my cock's engorged head between her wet lips, feeling her pussy wrap itself around my cock as I pushed into her, Sandy leaning her head back and letting out a deep, satisfied sigh as I slid deep into her pussy. I took hold of Sandy's hips, and like a locomotive leaving the station, making its way down the tracks, I started pumping and pounding Sandy's pussy with my dick, getting myself up to a rhythm before Sandy dropped her head down to Christina's pussy. It didn't take long before there was a chorus of moans and groans, a carol of sex being played out in my bedroom. Sandy's hips got into the rhythm as well, working her cunt around my cock, her muscles squeezing around me and releasing as I pumped into her. Part of me wondered how long I was going to last with these new and amazing sensations running through my groin while also hoping the answer was as long as possible. A few verses of this sex music played out before Sandy's hips seemed to have a mind of their own. I took my hands from her hips and watched as she danced her cunt around my cock, starting at a medium speed before slowing down, becoming more intent and intense. She pulled her face from Christina's pussy and lifted her head back, moving her pussy back and forth along my cock in slow, long, deliberate strokes, her pussy seeming to grab my cock tighter and tighter each time. IHOP Then at once she pushed her pussy back onto my dick, seeming to have a hand-like grip on it with her cunt as she lowered her head and let out a deep, screaming moan. The grip on my cock seemed like she wanted me to cum inside her as well, and my body wanted to respond to this implication as well, but I held fast, not moving at all as the orgasm washed over Sandy. As it subsided and her cunt's grip on my dick loosened, she slid her pussy off my cock and lifted herself up on her knees. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her body to mine, feeling her firm, toned stomach as I moved my hands around and up to her chest, wrapping them around her breasts, feeling them as they hung from her body. The mattress shifted a little as Christina moved herself out from below us, getting up on her knees and walking on her knees in toward Sandy. She leaned in and kissed Sandy's lips, then pulling my head across Sandy's shoulder and kissing my lips. I looked to Sandy's face, turning her head toward me and kissing her. Christina turned Sandy's face back toward her, kissing her again and engaging her tongue in another brief tango. "My turn," she noted, Sandy and I both smiling in response. I backed myself off the bed and stood at the corner of the mattress. In a brisk movement of strength I didn't realize I had, I lifted Sandy from her knees and into my arms, her knees folded across one arm and her back on the other. Letting out a small, surprised scream, she wrapped her arm around my neck as I moved back from the edge of the bed, turning to one side and gently letting her on her feet. I turned to Christina, still standing on her knees and eyes wide in shock and locked on me. As I moved toward her along the side of the bed, her eyes stayed on me. When I reached out to her, my arm running along her back, her eyes went from shock to mild fear, almost as if her eyes were trying to tell me "I hope you're not planning what I'm thinking". Christina was somewhat heavier than Sandy, and I knew I didn't have the strength to lift her into my arms like I did Sandy, but that was never my plan. Instead, in as swift a motion as I could, I put my arm behind Christina's legs, with my other behind her back about midway, and tipped her back and onto her back, her body bouncing once on the mattress as her legs came clear from under her. I looked toward Sandy, whose eyes now shared the same look of shock Christina's had earlier. Christina propped herself on her elbows and we both watched as Sandy reached for the floor and came back up with Christina's body pillow. I knew just by looking at the pillow what Sandy had in mind. Christina and I used that pillow frequently to prop her ass a little in the air, allowing me to penetrate her pussy deep. Sandy walked to the bed. Almost instinctively, Christina fell back off her elbows and lifted her legs straight into the air and Sandy walked on her knees along the mattress, letting Christina set her ankles on Sandy's shoulders and lift herself up enough to start pushing the body pillow under her ass, with Christina pulling it into the right position. Seeming to not be one to waste an opportunity, Sandy's eyes locked on Christina's and a smile across her lips, she sent her face to Christina's pussy, aiming to finish what she started while 69'ing my fiancée with my cock in her cunt. I was still standing near Christina's chest, and almost immediately, Christina reached out and wrapped her hand around my cock, pumping it as Sandy ate Christina's pussy for dessert. It seemed like it didn't take much before Christina arched her back hard and tilted her head back into the mattress. She let go of my cock as well and both hands drilled into the bed and one long, loud moan evolved into a short scream and her body went limp, her breathing seeming hard and labored. I looked over at Sandy as she came up from Christina's pussy with wet lips. She walked over to me and locked those wet lips to mine, allowing me to clean Christina's juices from her lips through kisses. She pulled her lips from mine and locked eyes with me, "Your turn, now." As I stood to my feet, Sandy dropped to her knees before me, taking my cock in her mouth. It was then I realized I still had Sandy's pussy juices on my cock, or at least I did before she expertly cleaned those juices from my cock, before standing up and locking lips and tongue with me again briefly, allowing me another brief taste of her pussy. I walked over to the corner of the bed and walked on knees across the mattress till I was about in position. I lowered myself down over Christina, her breathing now about normal, but her eyes giving the appearance of being drunk with sex. "You still alive?" I inquired. She briefly came to, a smile running across her lips. She lifted her arm to behind my head and pulled my lips to hers, kissing me long enough to allow me to conclude confidently that Christina was, indeed, still alive. "Fuck me," she whispered. Still propped over Christina, I reached to my dick and rubbed the tip of it around her pussy. Sandy did a stellar job eating her out, as Christina's pussy was soaked. It did not take much to coat and lube my dick enough to slide cleanly between the folds of her pussy and deep into her cunt. Christina inhaled hard as my dick reached its full depth, then let out a small moan of content. I parked myself for a moment as Sandy climbed onto the bed between us and the headboard, spreading her legs out and putting a hand on her pussy. "Fill her pussy," Sandy said in a light voice. "Cum inside her like you always do." Not being one to resist an order like that, I slowly started up, pumping my cock into Christina's pussy with long, hard strokes, eventually moving up to a steady pace. Christina seemed to react to each deep push with a contented moan, not really showing much sign of progressing toward an orgasm. I lowered myself down entirely onto her body, skin touching skin, wrapping my arms around her as best I could and pumping my cock hard and fast into her cunt. Christina's breathing went shallow and her moans increased in intensity as I felt that characteristic tingle in my dick. I lifted myself up onto my arms and pumped a few more times, trying to get as deep into Christina's cunt as I could. With a fervor I'd never felt before, my orgasm overtook my entire body, my eyes closing by instinct as my body pulsed shots of my hot cum deep into Christina's pussy as her cunt seemed to grab my cock, a moaning scream audible over my own groans. When everything subsided, I looked down at Christina, her eyes again providing an impression that she was drunk with sex and barely alive let alone awake. My breathing was somewhat labored and my head a little light as I pulled out of Christina's pussy. I sat myself back on my ankles, letting my head get itself straight again as I glanced over to Sandy, who had in that moment of lost perceptions moved herself toward my cock. Knowing what she wanted, I stood myself on my knees as she turned herself on her stomach and wrapped her lips around my cock, cleaning the mixture of Christina's cum and mine from my cock. Christina didn't really move at all, leading me to believe she fell asleep again as was typically customary for her after sex. I helped Sandy from the bed as I turned Christina's body to one side, and pulling the body pillow from below her ass as best as possible. Turning her body to the other side allowed me to pull the pillow out from under her completely, jarring Christina momentarily awake. Sandy lay down on Christina's side of the bed, where Christina almost instinctively moved herself, wrapping her arm around Sandy and effectively using her body as a pillow, giving Sandy a kiss on her lips before trying to get comfortable. I found the largest comforter we had and spread it out over everyone before crawling into bed behind Christina, leaning in and kissing both Sandy and Christina upon their lips before all three of us got comfortable. "It'll definitely be IHOP later on," I thought before I laid back and drifted off.