0 comments/ 44791 views/ 2 favorites Perfect Ending By: MathGirl Sequel to "John and Georgia" ____________________________________ Oh, my God. What an orgasm! When I came around enough to notice, John was sitting on the floor streaming sweat and breathing like he had run a marathon. Georgia was lying flat, face down, and she looked about as limp as a wet Kleenex. He looked over at me, gave a weak smile, and asked if I would please get him a glass of water with lots of ice. I slipped my shorts and tee shirt back on and went to the kitchen for the ice water and drank the first glass myself. My knees were shakey standing there in the kitchen. Then I refilled the glass and brought it out to John. He chugged the first glass, and I had to get him another before his thirst was satisfied. Georgia just lay there like she was dead, barely breathing. John had me sit down on the floor beside him, and he put his arm around me and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. Neither one of us felt much like kissing, but it was still nice. He asked if I was okay, and I said I'd had a huge climax along with theirs and was feeling pretty limp. I told him I was just fine, but a little overwhelmed with what had happened in the last two hours. He didn't say anything, just kissed me lightly on the lips. Nice. Georgia was so silent and still that I asked John if she was okay. He said she was, but she was going to need some special treatment after what she had been through and would I mind helping a little. I agreed, and we rolled her over onto her back without seeming to wake her up. John got up to put on his robe and asked me to go get some ice water. When I got back from the kitchen he had Georgia sitting up, supporting her with his arm. He took the glass and held it to her lips, but she didn't respond. He told her that she was either going to drink some of the water or have it poured over her head, her choice. That seemed to get through to her, because she giggled a little and drank thirstily when he put the glass to her lips. Her eyes remained closed. John had me hold her in a sitting position while he stood up, then he put his hands under her arms from behind and lifted her to her feet. She was totally limp, though, and he had to hold her upright. I noticed that her behind was still fiery red from being paddled. They had both worked up quite a sweat while they were making love, and there was a big wet spot on the comforter where Georgia had been lying. In about the middle of the damp area was a puddle that definitely wasn't sweat. Her skin was still a little damp, and she muttered, "Cole," which I guessed meant she was cold. I helped her on with her little kimono while John held her up. She was still too limp to cooperate much. John put his arm around Georgia's waist and had me get on the other side of her. He said she needed to be put to bed. I put her arm over my shoulder and we headed for the hall. She walked a little better as we proceeded but still needed our help. Suddenly she stopped, said "ohhh," spread her legs, and coughed. I had forgotten the there was still a vibrator inside her, and it popped out with a wet noise and fell to the floor between her feet. It lay there, buzzing loudly and Georgia giggled. I picked it up, turned it off, and put it in the pocket of my shorts. It was very slick and wet, and I almost licked it to be lewd, but I decided the time for lewdness was over for a while. I started to turn into John's bedroom, but he said he wanted her in the other room, because there was no way she was getting into his bed until she had a thorough washing. That made both Georgia and me giggle. She was getting herself together, but John and I still helped her. He had me turn down the covers on the twin bed while he held her up, then he set her down on the bed. She had the strength to swing her legs up onto the bed and lay down on her back. The combination of partially dried semen and sweat in her hair made an immediate damp place on the pillow, and I understood why John didn't want her in his (our?) bed. Georgia turned onto her side into a fetal position, and John pulled the covers up over her and tucked her in snugly. She opened her eyes to look at us and gave us a weak smile. Then her eyes closed, and she seemed to go immediately to sleep. John leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, and I did the same thing when he was finished. Her cheek tasted of sweat and semen; not bad. She looks so peaceful and innocent, like a tired little girl. She may be tired, but she sure didn't get that way by being innocent. She just got worked over like I wouldn't have believed possible. I don't know if I would have survived what she just got. I'm sure I wouldn't be able to walk, and I probably wouldn't be able to sit down, either. It must have been wonderful. She sure seemed to love it. I thought John did me pretty thoroughly a few times in the last week, but it sure wasn't like what Georgia just got. I wonder why John didn't get into bed with her. He must be absolutely exhausted. After all, he did most of the work. She had all those orgasms, though, and I think that's more exhausting than the actual physical effort. Maybe he just didn't want to be that close until she gets cleaned up. He isn't exactly clean himself, though. John and I quietly left the room and closed the door behind us. In the hall John took me into his arms and kissed me very gently and sweetly. His lips tasted a little of Georgia's pussy, and I didn't mind at all. After all, it wasn't the first time I had ever tasted her pussy and it was a sexy taste. We put our arms around each other's waist, and he turned us into his bedroom. He said he needed a shower but was too weak to wash himself, so would I join him. I answered that by jumping up to kiss him on the cheek, and I was out of my tee shirt, shorts, and sox in about five seconds. He laughed and took his robe and tossed it in the pile I had made of my clothes. I grabbed my shower cap and got the shower going while he brushed his teeth, then he joined me for a wet, naked kiss. He just stood under the shower while I washed and shampooed him. I washed Herman very thoroughly because I knew where he had been. Then I stroked him with my soapy hand, but he didn't show any interest at all. I wasn't surprised. When we were clean and rinsed, John sat on the toilet seat lid, dried me, and gave my nipples a nice kissing and sucking. Then he had me sit while he got down on the floor between my widely spread knees. He gave my pussy a wonderful kissing, and he finished by licking my button until I had a lovely climax. His penis may be tired, but his mouth is fine. He put on a fresh robe and helped me on with mine. He told me to pick up the clothes on the floor while he went out to mix us drinks. I did as I was told. As I was leaving the bedroom, John was in the hall with the comforter. He heaved the thing at me and told me to put it in the washer and get it going. I was glad of that, because I didn't want to lie down later on someone else's wet spot. Not even John and Georgia's. He had made himself a Wild Turkey with water and was finishing making my mint soda when I got to the kitchen. I needed a kiss, but I didn't throw myself at him. I wasn't needing that kind of kiss. Anyway, I was feeling too sleepy, and I thought he might be too weak to catch me. I got a nice kiss, though. We took our drinks out to the den and John let me sit in his lap while we relaxed. I told him I loved him and he said he loved me. We shared some more lovely kisses. I wonder why this doesn't seem awkward. I love him and want him to be mine, but I just watched him make incredible love to another woman. I don't feel jealous, though. If it was anyone but Georgia I couldn't handle it. I watched while he fucked another woman until they were both incapable of doing it anymore, and it feels perfectly okay now to sit on his lap, kiss him, and be in love with him. In the shower I washed off the results of him making love with Georgia and it seemed the natural thing to do. I thought people in love were jealous. Maybe I'm not old enough to be jealous. No, if it had been any woman but Georgia I'd have scratched her eyes out and been so mad at him I wouldn't have been able to stand it. I sure wouldn't just sit there and watch him with any other woman. I'd make such a fuss that I'd ruin it for them. Of course another woman wouldn't let me ...... Oh, heck with it, I'm too comfy and sleepy to really think about those things right now. I had about a million things I wanted to ask him about, but neither of us felt much like talking. It was just nice to be close. It was almost like what he and Georgia had done never happened, and that John and I were back to being alone with each other. John yawned, and that got me started, and pretty soon we were both doing it. I thought I might fall asleep right there on his lap. He finally finished his drink and asked if I would like to take a little nap with him. I kissed him and said I thought that was a wonderful idea, but what about Georgia? It didn't seem right to leave her all alone, and all three of us sure couldn't fit into that little bed where she was. She also needs a good shower before I want to be close to her. John laughed and said that we didn't need to worry about Georgia. Then he told me what was going to happen: Georgia was going to be dead to the world for two hours. When she woke up she was going to want a long, cool shower followed by a large gin martini. She was going to be absolutely ravenous and would demand to be taken out for a huge dinner, which she would eat like a starving hyena. She would have two martinis before dinner, wine with dinner, and a liqueur with coffee afterwards. Then she would want to go to her house, have John build a fire, listen to classical guitar music, drink scotch until she was about half drunk, and then go to bed and sleep like the dead for ten hours. After a nice kiss, he boosted me out of his lap and onto my feet. He put his arm around my shoulders, and I put my arm around his waist as we walked down the hall to the bedroom. We didn't take off our robes or even get into bed. We just laid down on the bedspread and pulled the extra blanket up over us. After a long, lovely kiss John turned me over so I could be the front spoon, and pulled me close so his front was nicely settled against my back. With the blanket, my warm lover's body against mine, and his arms around me I felt wonderfully snug and cozy. He kissed my neck and whispered into my ear that he loved me, I murmured that I loved him, and I could feel myself drifting into a sweet, welcome sleep with John's breath soft against my ear. ******** I was jarred awake by someone yelling, "Hey, you two." Then something heavy bounced onto the bed and John muttered, "Jesus Christ," into my ear. It was Georgia, and she bounced on the bed several times to make sure we were wide awake. John and I both sat up, and there was Georgia sitting there looking at us. Her face was coated with dried semen and streaked mascara, and her hair was flat on one side where she had slept on it. The part that wasn't flat stood out in stiff spikes. She had a big smile on her face, though, so she looked okay. She wasn't wearing a stitch. She said that she'd had a great nap and felt wonderful and for us to get up and feel good along with her. John and I were still trying to wake up. She got to her feet and leaned over to give each of us a little kiss. She said she was starving but needed a shower first and asked if I would like to join her. She suggested that maybe John could make her a huge martini for after the shower. I whispered to John that we had already showered, and he muttered, "Let's humor her, Sweetie," and I got up to go to "my room" to brush my teeth and pee. As I left the room Georgia giggled and said, "Don't keep Auntie Georgia waiting, Dear. I'm really dirty and need lots of washing." It was two hours and five minutes after we had put Georgia to bed. John's sure right about her timetable and demands so far. He isn't the type to take orders from anybody, so I guess he really does want to humor her. When I got back to the bedroom, the bed was all straightened up and John was gone. The bathroom door was open and I could hear the shower running, so I walked in there. Georgia was standing in the shower, just letting the water run over her head. She saw me and yelled for me to join her. I took my robe off, hung it on a hook, got my shower cap on, and stepped into the shower with Georgia. The water was very cool, but I got used to it and it felt good. She took me in her arms and I put mine around her. She turned us so the water was pouring over our heads, and she started kissing me passionately and rubbing her breasts and tummy against mine. It only took a few seconds for me to respond to her. Then I was kissing her and rubbing myself against her as if it was something I did every day. Actually, Georgia was much nicer to kiss while standing than John. Since we were about the same height, I didn't have to stand on tiptoes and tilt my head way back. Also, neither of us had to lean over, so our bodies were in contact. Georgia was a wonderful kisser, too, and I could feel the juices start to flow inside my pussy as I responded to her. After a long, lovely kiss and lots of body rubbing I asked Georgia if she would like me to wash her. She said that she would love it. First I shampooed her, and she really enjoyed that and told me several times how nice it felt. I had to shampoo her three times before I got all the dried semen out of her hair. Then I sat on the little seat built into the corner of the shower and she stood in front of me while I washed her from head to toe, front and back. Not surprisingly, he buns were still a little red from the paddling John had given her, and I was very gentle when I washed her there. When I started on the crack of her behind, she took the soap and wanted to do that herself. She said she was sore there and wanted to be very careful. I'll bet she's sore! John wasn't very gentle when he ........ fucked her in the behind. She gave me her hand, I stood up, and we had a really great soapy kiss and body to body rubbing. Then we both rinsed off, but she wasn't ready to get out of the shower yet. She stood there under the shower and turned to let the cool water flow all over her. She asked me to put a finger into her pussy and give it a good rinsing. I was happy to do that, and we shared a very nice kiss while I rinsed her inside. I was surprised to find that her vagina was back to the size it had been that morning the first time I felt it. No sign that Herman had stretched it so widely just a couple of hours before. The hot water finally ran out, the shower turned ice cold, and we had to get out. I was glad, because I was starting to feel waterlogged. We had a lovely time drying each other and kissing, and Georgia put a towel around her head like a turban. Mom had always done that after she shampooed, but I never seemed to be able to get the hang of it. I had used a shower cap, though, so my hair was dry. After we were dry, Georgia sat me down on the toilet seat lid, stood in front of me, and pulled my face to her breasts. I kissed between them and moved my face around to feel the warm, smooth softness of her breasts on my cheeks. I kissed each breast and when I first brushed my lips over her nipple she gave a little gasp. I ran the tip of my tongue in circles around a nipple and she sighed, and then I took the nipple between my lips and sucked gently. Georgia put her hands in my hair to hold me there, took a deep breath, and went "Mmmm." Twelve hours ago I could never have imagined doing this to another woman. I never even thought about it, but if I had I would have thought it was totally gross! Now it seems like the most natural thing in the world to share sexual pleasure with Georgia. I wouldn't even consider doing it with anyone else, but with Georgia it's wonderful. Mmmmmmmmm I love the silky softness of the skin on her warm breasts, and it excites me to feel her nipple swell and get hard when I suck it. Now I know why John likes to do that with me. After a little while I had both her nipples hard and erect. Then Georgia pulled me to my feet, took me in her arms, and we shared a deep kiss. She slid down to her knees in front of me and started kissing my breasts and nipples the way I had done hers. She whispered, "Diane, you have the prettiest little titties I've ever seen. Yumm, those puffy pink nipples just make my mouth water." I said I was glad she liked them and that I liked what she did to them, then I pulled her head to me. Very soon my nipples were so hard and erect that they were almost glowing. She had me sit down on the counter next to the sink while she knelt on the floor between my parted knees. I knew what she had in mind, so I scooted my bottom right to the edge of the counter. I had one knee bent with my foot up on the counter beside my bottom, and Georgia draped my other leg over her shoulder. She said, "Your little pussy is so smooth and sweet that I just can't keep my mouth off it." Just hearing her say that made it tingle. She knew I was pretty aroused, because she ignored my thighs and mound to put her mouth right on my pussy. No foreplay, no teasing. I felt her warm breath on my expectant pussy and then her warm, wet tongue was between my outer lips, parting them. When the tip of her hot tongue entered my vagina I gasped with pleasure. She circled her tongue in my entrance to open me, then she slid her tongue way up inside me, further than I thought a tongue could reach. Her tongue is sure a lot longer than John's. She knew exactly where "that spot" was inside my pussy and the tip of her tongue found it and started stroking it. It seemed like only a few seconds of this until I found myself getting that tingling feeling that meant I was working up to a climax. Georgia continued licking "that spot" until I was just about to go over. I guess she knew it and didn't want me to come yet, because she stopped when I was just on the brink. It was teasing, left me wanting more, and wonderful, all at the same time. She just licked and sucked my pussy lips while I cooled off, then she put her tongue on my button. Ohhhhhhh, her tongue feels sooooooooo good there. The way John kisses my pussy is wonderful, but Georgia really, really, really knows how to do it. Mmmmmmmmm She knows just where to touch my button, how fast to lick it, when to change to another spot, just exactly how hard to lick, when to suck it between her lips, how to excite me, how to let me cool off, how to get me right on the edge of an orgasm and tease me by not letting me have it ..... and ..... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh .... now she's going to make me come ....... I know she isn't teasing this time .... she knows ..... I want to .... come ..... she's going to let me have a big one ..... Ohhhhhhh ..... my .....God .... here .... it .... COOOOMMES! I had a long, slow, wonderful orgasm. I squealed when I got to my peak, squealed as Georgia's tongue held me at there for a long, long time, and continued so squeal more softly as her tongue slowly, slowly let me come down. When I was almost back to normal and Georgia was kissing my mound, I opened my eyes just in time to see the door open. John was standing about two feet away in the doorway, fully dressed, one eyebrow raised, and he had a glass in each hand. Georgia raised her head to peek up over my thigh, giggled, and said, "Hi there, sailor. See anything you like?" Perfect Ending John laughed and said, "Yeah, I see a lot of things I like, but I'm too old and have had too much sex today to do anything but look. Besides, I'm starving, and I'd rather look at a big steak. If you two would like to have something more substantial to eat than pussy, why don't you get dressed so we can go to dinner?" He put the drinks down and walked away laughing and muttering, "Jesus Christ, lesbians!" That made Georgia laugh and she got to her feet and pulled me off the counter to hug me. I was so shocked and embarrassed at the way John had seen us that all I could do was blush. Georgia held me and kissed me, telling me I shouldn't feel embarrassed at what had happened. It was only a natural, pleasurable, loving thing we had done and John had no problem with it. He was just making a joke when he called us "lesbians." Well, I guess it's okay then. After all, what John saw Georgia and me doing sure wasn't much compared with what I saw those two doing this afternoon. Okay .... It was a nice, loving thing that we were sharing and there's nothing wrong with that. Nothing to be embarrassed about and sure nothing to be ashamed of. Mmm I love her kisses, and my pussy is already starting to gush again, but I"m hungry. Georgia used a towel to wipe the moisture from her face then wiped my pussy dry, sort of. I don't think it had been really dry at any time for a week. She kissed me and led me by the hand down the hall to "my room". She went into the bathroom and asked if I would help her dry her hair. She handed me the dryer and sat down on the toilet seat lid. I worked with the dryer and she used the brush. I had never worked on someone else, but her hair was short and we had it dry and looking nice in no time. It was fun. She asked if I would rub some lotion onto her sore buns, and that she could do it herself but it would be more fun if I did it. I agreed. Her bottom wasn't as fiery red as earlier but it still looked pretty sore. I applied the lotion very carefully and rubbed it in gently, but she still winced a few times. She took the lotion and applied some to her .......... anus. She turned away while she did that, and I had to stifle a giggle. I guess she's too modest to let me see what she just did. Hah! After what I saw her do and have done to her today, it's funny that she would feel modest about that. Or anything. Oh, well, people are strange sometimes. I sure know a lot more about people than I did a week ago. I've learned even more about myself. Then we had a lovely long kiss. I told her I was starving, but I would need some time to put on my makeup, and she said, "Let's do without makeup tonight, Dear. John's hungry, so let's not make him wait. I'm hungry, too. Casual clothes and not even any lipstick. You don't need makeup, and the world will just have to see me the way I really am." Actually, Georgia didn't need makeup any more than I did. She had a lovely, clear complexion and big green eyes that didn't need any enhancement. I asked her what I should wear and she said, "Let's dress alike. I have jeans and some tennies here, but I'll need to borrow one of your tee shirts and a pair of gym sox. Then we'll be dressed like twins. I know I'm old enough to be your mother, Dear, but I'll dress your way tonight. Maybe tomorrow night we can dress my way. Let's be really risque and go braless just this once." I didn't mention that I hadn't worn a bra in a week. It only took us a few minutes to get dressed in jeans, tee shirts, gym sox, and sneakers. Georgia's breasts were larger than mine, so my tee shirt was pretty tight on her. She put her arm around me and we looked in the mirror. She looked quite young for her age and I looked older than I was, so she looked sort of like an older sister. She definitely didn't look old enough to be my mother. We agreed that we looked like sisters, and we both liked that. She laughed and said, "Now let's make that awful old man out there take us to dinner. Did you see the way he mistreated me today? I'm going to make him buy me the biggest steak in town to make up for it!" I said, "Ummm, Georgia? You sure didn't act like you were being mistreated this afternoon. I don't remember you giving any indication that you thought John was awful." She just laughed again and said, "I know, Dear. Aren't I just terrible?" Then she said, "Race you for the first kiss," and went running out the door and down the hall. She acts just like someone my age sometimes. She's a pretty cool lady. Georgia had too much of a head start, and by the time I got to the den she had plastered herself to John and was pulling him down for a kiss. He got his arms around her and while they were kissing opened his eyes and winked at me. After Georgia had her kiss, she backed away from John and said to me, "Your turn, Diane, but hurry up, I'm starving." John sort of rolled his eyes and then took me in his arms for a lovely kiss. Since Georgia wanted us to hurry up, he made the kiss last an extra long time just to tease her, and I put my tongue as far into his mouth as I could get it. John helped her on with her coat, she helped me with mine, and we both tried to help John with his. Georgia said she wanted to go to Karl's and have martinis, a huge rare steak, and onion rings. John gave me an "I told you so" smile. Just as we were going out the door into the garage, Georgia giggled and said, "Oh, Dear. I'm afraid I need to make a trip to the bathroom before we go." She walked hurredly down the hall and was gone for about five minutes. When she came back she giggled and said to John, "If you insist on buggering me with that big old thingie of yours, Dear, you have to wait when I take care of the after effects." John said he didn't mind a little wait in a good cause, but he seemed to remember that she was the one who insisted on being buggered. Georgia laughed, hugged him and said, "I know. Aren't I awful?" I've never heard the word "bugger," but I think they were talking about ........... ummm ........... anal intercourse. That thought made me giggle. I think Georgia's giggling has made me giggle more. They sure don't talk like they would if there was a child present. They treat me like an adult, and I love that. We were finally ready to go and decided to take Georgia's big Cacillac because there was no center console and we could all sit together. John drove and I sat in the middle. He jokingly asked Georgia if she would like to go someplace where she could eat dinner standing up. Whe giggled and told him to mind his own business but to take it easy going over any speed bumps. That made us all laugh. It was raining again, but we were all dry in cozy in that big, luxurious car. The restaurant was on the other side of town, and it took us about twenty minutes to get there. It was fun, though, and the ride was very smooth. Almost as nice as in the limo. John had his hand between my thighs, and so did Georgia. She occasionally moved it up to give my pussy a little pet. I had one hand in John's lap and one in Georgia's. Since she did it to me I guessed it was okay, so I have her pussy an occasional little caress, and she seemed to like that. Georgia did almost all the talking and it was mostly about what we were going to eat and drink. It was obvious that she was hungry and wanted more of those martinis. I said I hoped we weren't going to a fancy place because of the way we were dressed, and Georgia and John both laughed. John said, "No, Sweetie, Karl's isn't what you would call fancy. Just the best steaks and onion rings in the country. The steaks are big enough to even fill you up. I'll be interested to see which one of you can eat the most." Georgia and I both giggled. Karl's didn't look like much from the outside, but it seemed to be popular because the parking lot was full. It sure wasn't fancy inside. No waiters in tuxedos, no ladies in short skirts to take our coats, no soft romantic lighting, but it really smelled good. The bar wasn't dim and romantic like the places in San Franciso. It was sort of western, with brands, deer heads, mounted longhorns, and stuff like that on the walls. Most of the people there were dressed in jeans, just like Georgia and I. Georgia and John both had double martinis, John's with that Stoli vodka and Georgia's with something called "Beefeaters." I had to settle for a Coke and two martini olives. I guess I don't get to drink alcohol in public here in town. That's okay, I'm thirsty and the Coke is just right. This time Georgia sat in the middle, and she held hands under the table with both John and me. She alternated hands to drink her martini. She sort of gulped down her drink and signaled the waitress for another one. John stood up and told the waitress to bring the drink to our table in the dining room. He told Georgia that she could have one more drink at the table, but that was all until she had eaten. He said he didn't want a repeat of the time they had to call the police when she started screaming and taking her clothes off. She said she hadn't been screaming, that was singing, and she liked the part where the cops had handcuffed her and dragged her kicking and cussing to the paddy wagon. I was pretty sure they were just kidding. Georgia got her martini and drank it while we were deciding what to order. She gave me a little sip, and it was awful, even worse than that Stoli stuff John drank Uggh. I don't know what that Beefeater stuff is, but it's terrible. It burns as much as that Stoli stuff, but it tastes awful, too. How can she drink something like that? She even seems to enjoy it. I guess I'll never understand adults until I am one. Georgia said I should order the porterhouse steak like she was having, and I did. The waiter looked at my size when I ordered and said that it was a very large steak. John told him not to let my size worry him, the steak would not go to waste. I giggled and blushed. John ordered a bottle of some kind of red wine, and the waiter didn't even bring me a glass. I didn't like the stuff anyway, but I was disappointed that the waiter didn't think I was old enough. I don't think I'm going to get away with pretending to be an adult in this place. That's okay, though, I'd really rather have a Coke. I like the idea of being able to drink alcohol if I want to, though. I wonder what it's like to get drunk. Dinner started with a big tureen of minestrone soup and hot french bread, the kind that's soft in the middle with a thick, hard crust. I had two bowls of soup and about half a loaf of bread. The salads were huge, with lots of tomato wedges and I ate the whole thing. My steak was so big that it was served on a platter, and they still had to use another plate for the baked potato. The steak was even bigger than the prime rib I'd had when John took me to Cheri's. It was just last Saturday when John took me to Cheri's, five days ago. It seems like that happened in another lifetime. I was still a virgin then. Now, I'm not sure I can remember what it was like to be a virgin. Well, I can remember that it was mainly boring. I haven't had a single boring minute since I've been with John, though. There wasn't much talk during dinner because Georgia and I were busy eating, and John never was very talkative. I had to force myself to eat the last little bit of steak just to keep up with Georgia. I've never seen an adult eat so much, and she's hardly any bigger than I am. John was sure right about her eating like a starving hyena. Well, I guess I did too. After dinner they had coffee and Grand Marnier, and John declared the eating contest between Georgia and me a tie. On the way to Georgia's house, she sat in the middle. There wasn't much talking or fondling because we were all too full and sort of sleepy. When we turned off the main street into Georgia's neighborhood, she turned to me, put her arms around me, and we had a long, deep kiss. When we got into the house both Georgia and I needed a kiss, but there were three pairs of lips, so nobody was going to get a fair share. John laughed and said, "You lesbians have fun while I make the drinks." He left us there and walked to the kitchen. He's just kidding. He knows we're not lesbians. I don't think a woman is a lesbian if she loves making love with a man the way I do. Is she? He went to tinker around in the kitchen while Georgia and I shared a long, lovely kiss with lots of tongue. When we were finished kissing we walked into the kitchen to get our drinks and Georgia asked John if we could have a fire and would he please put on some classical guitar music. He got a nice fire going in the fireplace and put on some CDs while Georgia and I sat together on the couch, sipping our drinks and holding hands. At one point I decided to rest my head on her shoulder. I guess she had the same idea, and out heads collided. We both giggled and she let me put my head on her shoulder. Comfy. John came over to the couch where we were sitting and said, "Do you ladies have any idea how I might fit into this picture?" Georgia handed him her empty glass and said, "Get me another drinkie, Sweetheart, and we'll try to find a place for you." Then she giggled. I had hardly touched my drink. Georgia sure can drink a lot, but I think it's catching up with her. She seems to be having a good time, though. Well, so am I, but I'm not drunk. Georgia laid down on the couch and used my lap for a pillow. She wiggled around a little bit to get comfy and said she was getting a little tired. She had started the day very early in New Orleans and it had been a long, eventful day. When John came back with her drink she said, "Thank you, Sweetheart. You're so nice to me that I might not turn you in to the police for forcing me to commit an act of sodomy this afternoon." Then she giggled and took a gulp of her drink. John looked at me and rolled his eyes, but he didn't say anything. What the heck is sodomy? Is she talking about getting her bottom paddled when they were making love this afternoon? Whatever it is, I know she's kidding because John never forced her to do anything. She sure had a lot of things done to her, but she really wanted every one of them. Even sodomy, whatever that is. John sat down next to me on the couch, put his arm around me, and I leaned over to kind of snuggle against him. Georgia, with her head in my lap, had her eyes closed and looked very peaceful. I rested my hand on her tummy, and she used her hand to move it to her breast. It felt soft and smooth through the thin fabric of her shirt, and the nipple started to get hard almost immediately. I turned to John as he turned to me, and our arms slid around each other as our lips met. We had a long, wonderful, deep kiss that must have lasted for five minutes. He slid a hand under my tee shirt onto my breasts, my nipples grew and hardened at his touch, and I could feel the juices in my pussy start to flow again. I was so immersed in the pleasure of being kissed and fondled that I completely forgot about Georgia. I was sucking John's tongue when we heard a snort, and we stopped kissing to look down at Georgia. Her head was still in my lap, her mouth was open, and she started softly snoring. I whispered to John, "What are we going to do now?" He got up, put his arms under Georgia, and picked her up like she was light as a feather. He whispered that we were going to put her to bed and that I should go turn down the covers. By the time I got that done he had carried Georgia to the bedroom like she was a sleeping child. He gently laid her down on the bed and told me to help him undress her. She was really out cold. We got Georgia undressed except for panties, and John pulled the covers up over her. As he was tucking her in, she awakened and reached up for John. He let her pull him down for a kiss, and when that was over she looked up at me and whispered, "kiss." I kissed her gently and told her goodnight. She mumbled something, turned over on her side, and was fast asleep. We locked up Georgia's house and drove back to John's place in her Cadillac. John said she wouldn't need a car, because she would sleep until noon the next day unless we woke her up. As we drove I sat snuggled up to John with my head on his shoulder, feeling sleepy and content. Also sort of horny, but I didn't expect much attention from John after what he had done with Georgia that afternoon. I thought that would be okay as long as I got to go to sleep in my lover's arms. By the time we got to John's house, I was needing a kiss very badly; a nice, long, uninterrupted, just-the-two-of-us kiss. I hadn't had one of those for a long time, and I was feeling very needy. John parked the car in the garage, but he didn't get out like he usually did. He pushed the button to close the door, unfastened his seat belt and told me to come over close to him. I sure didn't need to be told twice, and I was immediately in his arms. We were both so eager for our kiss that our teeth clashed, but I didn't care. Our mouths were open wide as we kissed hungrily, and our tongues played. It seemed that all the passion and need that had been building up inside me suddenly came out with that kiss. I took a handful of John's hair and used it to keep his mouth hard against mine, and my other hand roamed over his big shoulders and broad back. I wasn't doing it consciously, but I could hear myself making little noises. John's hand slid onto my breasts and found my nipples already hard and erect in anticipation of his touch. I let go of his hair and used that hand to yank my tee shirt up around my neck and in my armpits so his hand would be on my bare breasts. He squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples a little roughly, and I would have told him to be even rougher if my mouth hadn't been busy. I know high school kids do this sort of thing in cars, but I never thought I'd do it with John. I don't care, I'd do it out on the front lawn if he wanted to. He slid his hand down over my tummy and onto my thighs, and I opened them eagerly and raised my hips to help get his hand on my pussy. When his hand got where I wanted it, I put my hand on top of his and pressed it hard to my crotch and kissed him even more passionately. It felt like my pussy was gushing, and I wished I had been wearing a short skirt so he could reach my button or put a finger into me. I put my hand in his lap and was delighted to find a very big and hard penis lying along his thigh inside his pants. I started stroking him through the fabric, and he got even bigger. John popped open the snap at the top of my jeans and then started trying to work my zipper down. I got the idea, and started unbuckling his belt and kicking off my sneakers. I got his belt undone and was working on his top button when he got my zipper open, then he pushed me down onto the seat on my back, finally breaking our kiss. Then we were both frantically working to get my jeans off me as quickly as possible. I lifted up and pushed my jeans and panties down over my butt and hips while he pulled on the cuffs, and we had me bare except for tee shirt and sox in no time. He quickly ripped his pants open and got them and his boxers down while I tried to figure out what to do with my legs. John took one of my legs in each hand and got one of my feet propped up on the dashboard and the other hooked over the back of the seat, nicely spread. He knelt on the seat behind the steering wheel, and his penis was sticking straight out, looking right at me with his one little vertical eye. Then John lowered himself to his hands and knees, and I could feel the tip of his penis nosing around in my crotch, looking for my entrance. When I raised my knees to help him, his tip found the exact spot he was looking for. Perfect Ending I must have been really open and ready, because he gave one good shove and I had the full hot, hard, throbbing, wonderful length of his penis buried to the hilt in my eager pussy. It was cramped, the car seat was uncomfortable, my legs were in an awkward position, the overhead garage lights were glaring through the windshield into my eyes, the seat belt holder was digging into my side, the top of my head was jammed against the armrest on the door, and it was wonderful! I used my arms to pull John down to kiss me, and when he did I stuck my tongue into his mouth as far as I could. He started moving in and out of me, and I shifted my legs so I could hook my ankles around the backs of his thighs. Then I used my strong legs to lift my hips and meet him every time he thrust into me, and that got him really deep. My face and neck felt hot, and I started sweating. John increased the tempo and force of his thrusts, and I held still for a moment to time it just right. I knew I was about to come, and I wanted to make it a really big one. When he pulled back almost all the way out I knew he was going to slam his penis into me really hard, so I jerked my hips up off the seat as hard as I could to meet him as he gave a really strong thrust. Our pubic bones banged together, but I didn't care because it caused Herman's tip to crash into my cervix, and that's just what I wanted. All the passion and wanting that had built up in me during that emotional day came to a head when my orgasm started. There was a sharp stab of pain when Herman's tip hit the far reaches of my vagina and kept going, but that only seemed to make my climax more intense. It was like two bombs going off at the same time, one in my pussy and the other in my head. Every cell in my body was suddenly having an orgasm. It even felt like even my hair was coming. John was pounding into me as deep and fast as he could, and I held my hips up as high as possible to let him penetrate me to my furthest depths. Every deep thrust into my tender pussy seemed to reach a spot that sent waves of orgasm to every part of my body. I screamed, I scratched, I sweated, I shrieked through clenched teeth, I strained, I cried, and most of all I came. I was being impaled, I was being hurt, I was being sweated on, I was being skewered, I was being stretched and battered, I was being punished, and most of all I was being fucked. Wonderfully, gloriously fucked! I don't know if I had one huge climax or dozens of them without a rest in between. Once I started coming, though, I didn't quit. Instead of reaching the peak of my orgasm and coming down, that hard, piercing plunge of John's penis sent me over and I just stayed there as he continued to ram into me. Every time I came down from my peak even a little, a thrust from Herman would send me right back up there again. I completely lost any concept of time and place. I didn't care where I was or how long it lasted, I was COMING and nothing else existed for me. Finally John's thrusts slowed, and I heard myself yell at him not to stop and to keep fucking me hard and fast. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and lifted my hips even higher to get him deeper into me. I was streaming sweat, and when I opened my eyes I could see a steady stream of sweat dripping off John's face and down onto me. My legs were shaking with the effort of keeping my hips raised to him, and our bodies were so wet that they slid against each other. I was still trying to keep my orgasm going, but John kept slowing his strokes until he finally stopped. I wasn't ready to stop coming, and I kept trying to lift myself up to him to get more. He finally put his hand on my chest and pushed me down flat on the seat. I gradually started to become aware of where I was and what was happening. John was sitting sideways behind the steering wheel and looking down at me. He was gasping for breath, and I realized that I was too. My hair was soaked, the leather upholstery under me was hot and slippery with sweat, and I realized that I had been sweating a lot for a long time. I had no idea how long my orgasm had lasted, but it had been the longest I'd ever had. John asked me if I was okay, and I was able to tell him I wasn't really sure but I thought so. He said that he had gone on as long as he could, but he finally just had to stop. He told me that I had come continuously for over ten minutes, and he had gotten worried about me. He had never seen anything like that before, and he was afraid I was going to hurt myself. My God, that must have really been some kind of orgasmic world record. John has probably seen women come thousands of times, and he's never seen one like that. No wonder everything is soaked with sweat and I feel like I've run ten miles. All I really remember is going over into an incredible climax that I never wanted to get out of. John turned on the seat and opened the car door. He just pulled his pants, shorts, and shoes off and left them on the garage floor. He came around to my side and opened the door, and told me to sit up. I was so weak and exhausted that he had to help me. My soaked tee shirt was still in a wad up under my chin and in my armpits, and even my sox were wet from all the sweat. John helped me off with my shirt and sox, and we just left them on the floor. He had to help me out of the car, and I could hardly stand up when he got me out. He said he was too weak to carry me, but he put his arm around my waist and helped me into the house. The only article of clothing between us was his sweat soaked shirt. We sort of staggered together down the hall to his bedroom. He started unbuttoning his shirt and told me to get a shower going. I said I was too weak to take a shower, but he said we both needed shampooing, then we would take a bath. On the way to the shower, I glanced in the mirror and saw my hair plastered to my head with sweat. I looked like a drowned rat. I stood leaning up against the wall with the water running over my head until John joined me, then I leaned against him while he gave me a badly needed shampoo. He had to wash his own hair because I was just too weak to raise my arms to do it for him. John dried my hair with a towel and sort of got it in place with his comb. He got me into the tub, started the water going, added the bubble bath, and left me there while he went to get us something to drink. By the time he returned, the tub was almost overflowing with bubbles and I hadn't moved. He brought me a huge glass of Coke with lots of ice, and a snifter of Grand Marnier for himself. Oh, that Coke looks good. I didn't know how thirsty I was until I saw that. I think I need fluids for all that sweating I did in the car. Ummmmmmmmm, that's good. As we soaked in that lovely bubble bath, I gulped down most of my Coke and started feeling almost normal again. Sort of like that good, energized feeling I got after a very hard workout in the gym. John had recovered, too, and we had a good time washing each other, kissing, and just being close. I was washing John's penis under the water when he winced. He said it was a little raw from all the friction that day and that his right testicle felt like it had gotten bruised, so I was very careful not to hurt him any more than he already was. He laughed and said he was going to have to call in reinforcements if he was expected to perform again like he had today. I said he could forget about that. There was no way any other man was going to touch me, and Georgia had told me she felt the same way. He laughed and said he was flattered that we felt that way, but it might be more than he could handle. I giggled and said he would just have to do his best and that Georgia and I could probably find something to do when he was too tired. John rolled his eyes. The entrance to my pussy was a little sore when he washed it, and there was a dull ache way up inside but I didn't say anything. I don't want him to know that I'm hurting, because he might not want to take a chance on hurting me any further. I guess what we did out in Georgia's car really battered my poor pussy. I sure won't complain, though, it was wonderful. I think I kind of got carried away with my vibrator this afternoon, and pushed it too far up in there. I don't mind being a little sore, it means I got a lot of good fucking. Vibrating, too. My nipples hurt a little, too, but it's a nice kind of hurt. I guess Georgia, John, and I were all a little rough with them today. That's okay, I loved it. I bet Georgia's really going to be sore in the morning. Her bottom really got worked over today. Herman in her ...... ass and the paddle on her buns. Ow, that hurts just to think about it. There hadn't been the usual stream of semen flowing out of me after we made love in the garage, so I asked John if he had come. He said he hadn't because he was concentrating too hard on the marathon orgasm I'd been having. I asked him to sit up on the shelf and let me suck him. He laughed and said that he never thought he would turn down the offer of a blowjob, but he was sore and he'd had more than enough sex for one day. I'll bet he's not too sore for a nice, gentle sucking. He hasn't had a climax since this afternoon, and I'll bet what we did in the car got him full again. When he ..... does it without coming, it seems to really fill him up. I don't think my pussy could take anymore right now, but I hate to have the man I love go to sleep full of come. For the past week he has emptied his semen reservoir into me every night so he had room to make lots more while he slept. I like us to go to sleep that way, him empty and me full. I bet I can talk him into giving me a nice mouthful of come before we go to sleep. We sat cuddled together in John's big chair. I had seen and done so many new things during that long day that had started in San Francisco, and I had about a thousand questions. Questions about sex: Woman-woman sex, oral sex, girl-woman sex, vaginal sex, man-woman sex, anal sex, girl-man sex, girl-man-woman sex, and on and on and on. All those questions will eventually get answered for me. I think I might be learning about those things for the rest of my life. I'm feeling too sleepy, comfy, cozy, and in love to get into it now. I don't think John would be in the mood for answering questions, anyway. He's very good about that, though. I had one big question answered today. I answered it for myself. I wondered how John could love both Georgia and me. A few days ago I didn't believe someone could be in love with two people at the same time. Now I know it's possible, because I love both John and Georgia. They're such beautiful, wonderful people. Wonderful lovers, too. Of all the millions of teenage girls in the world, they chose me to share themselves and their love with. I'm so lucky. We hardly talked at all, just snuggled and kissed. I realized that I was about to fall asleep, and that I had better get my way with John before I started yawning. I whispered, "John, Lover, could I suck you if I promise to be really gentle and not hurt you? I'll just caress you with my lips and make sure there's plenty of saliva and slippery stuff so I won't hurt your raw places." John said, "You don't have to do that, Sweetie. I've had more than enough sex today. Besides, I can tell you're getting sleepy and I should get you to bed." I giggled, "Darling, I know you've had a lot of sex today, because I've either been the recipient of it or a very close observer. I'd really like to do it, Lover. I've given it a lot of thought, and I don't think it's good for you to go to sleep full of semen. You didn't come when we made love in the car, so I bet you're really full, and I should relieve that pressure for you. You should always go to sleep empty so you can make more during the night. Besides, I love to suck your ....... cock. Is it okay of I call it that? Georgia does. Can I suck your cock now, please?" He laughed and said, "Sweetie, in the interest of my wellbeing, go ahead and suck my cock, and you can call it anything you want. Be careful, though, I'm pretty sore. I can't believe it, but hearing you talk about it has given me a hardon." As I slid down to the floor I giggled and said, "Oh, goodie, a nice hardon just for me. Now you just sit back and relax, Lover. I'm going to make you feel really good and relieve the pressure of all those sperms inside you." John slid down in the chair as I got comfortable kneeling between his legs, and I opened his robe to find a half erect Herman laying up on his tummy. I took him in my hand and inspected him and noticed that he was kind of red in places and looked a little raw down near his base. I told John not to move that that I'd be right back. I went to the bathroom and got the Lubriderm lotion. I squirted a little drop on my finger for a taste test, and it wasn't bad. Hardly any taste at all. When I got back I knelt between his knees again and squirted some of the white lotion into my hand. I took some on my finger and applied it gently to the places on John's penis that looked sore. He said it felt cool and nice. I then used my hand to spread the lotion all over, from the little slit at the tip clear down into his pubic hair. I gently rubbed it in, then I gaves his testicles the same treatment. I was especially careful with them. By the time I had him lotioned, there was a nice flow of slippery stuff from the little slit, so I used my fingers to gently spread that around on him. It mixed nicely with the Lubriderm, and my favorite penis got big and hard while I was doing it. I worked up a good mouthful of saliva and used my lips and tongue to gently smear that all over him, starting at the tip and working down to the base. Then the scrotum, too. That got him nice and slippery, and it must have felt good because he got even bigger until he was hot, hard, and throbbing. I decided to use my rough hand only to hold him where I wanted him and use my soft lips and tongue to give him pleasure. That way I could give him what he really liked without chafing him any more than he already was. I can't suck him for a long time, because he's already a little raw and I sure don't want to make that any worse. I can't use much friction for the same reason. I need to be very gentle with my lips and tongue but still give him enough stimulation to make him come. Hmmmmmmmmm I know the area on the underside of Herman's head is really sensitive to pleasure, so I'll concentrate on that. Humming won't hurt him, and he likes that. He said his right testicle is bruised, but maybe I can give the left one some attention. He'll like that. I held John's cock upright with my hand and licked that sensitive spot under his head like he was an ice cream cone. I was rewarded by him getting bigger and harder, the big vein standing out, and a throbbing and jerking in my hand and against my tongue. Slippery stuff started flowing freely from his little slit down onto my tongue. I spread it all over, and the combination of Lubriderm, slippery stuff, and saliva made him very slick. Ummmm, he's really flowing. That means he's full and starting to overflow, and that I'm doing a good job. Herman was gleaming with lubrication, and his skin was warm and silky smooth. He was so big and hard that the skin was tightly stretched. John moaned several times and told me how good my mouth felt on him. I milked him gently with my hand, and a big stream flowed out, so I licked that down onto his scrotum. I asked John if I could play with his testicles, and he said he would like that. He told me to be very gentle and concentrate on the left nut because the other one was sore. "Nut," what a strange thing to call testicles. Maybe that's what guys call them. Well, they're about the size of walnuts. I don't like the word, though, and I'm not going to use it. I don't like calling them "balls," either. John has testicles, and that's what I'm going to call them. I suppose I could name them like I did Herman. Maybe I'll do that, but for now they're testicles. I love my lover's testicles. They sit there in their funny little sack and make all those nice sperms for me. I wish John's scrotum wasn't so hairy, because I get hairs in my mouth. I guess I'll have to put up with that, though. John's scrotum was still nice and relaxed, so I licked his left testicle then sucked it gently into my mouth. I slowly let it out, then sucked it back in between my lips. John whispered that he loved that. I held it in my mouth and licked around and around it with the tip of my tongue, and that make John groan with pleasure. Mmmmm, I love to hear him make noises like that. It lets me know that I'm giving my lover pleasure, and I want to do that more than anything. While I was concentrating on making love to his tesitcle, I was holding his cock up out of the way with my hand. A steady stream of slippery stuff was flowing out of him, and I had to stop several times to lick it off my fingers. When John's scrotum tightened up like it always did when he was excited, it was hard to do much with his testicles, so I went back to his penis. I licked more of the slippery stuff all over him then asked John if it was okay to suck him. He answered by using his hands on my head to guide my mouth to Herman's tip. I opened wide, lowered my mouth over his head, and made an "O" with my lips around him. I held him like that in my mouth and slid my tongue back and forth over that sensitive spot under Herman's head. John really liked that, because his penis got even bigger, hotter, and harder than ever. I could tell he wasn't far from coming because the flow from his little slit became thicker and sticky, like it was when he had a climax. I opened my eyes and looked up at John, and he was watching me. He said he loved to watch me sucking his cock, it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He asked if it embarrassed me to have him watch, and I shook my head just a little to let him know that it didn't. I couldn't say anything because I had about four inches of cock in my mouth. I knew he was sore and couldn't take too much sucking. I also knew he was close to coming, so I decided not to try to prolong our pleasure. We both knew it was time for him to come. I didn't change anything, I just didn't pause or stop. As I fondled his tightly drawn up testicles with my fingers, I slid my lips up and down on his cock. In, out, licking, sucking. John groaned, "That's going to make me come, Baby. Don't stop." I muttered my assent as best I could with my mouth full of hot penis. I started bobbing my head a little faster, hummed as I stroked him in and out of my mouth, and I could feel him getting ready to go over. He got steadily harder, bigger, and hotter. When his penis got so big the skin was stretched almost to bursting, John groaned, and I knew he had passed the point of no return. John's cock gave a huge jerk, and the first spurt of his climax erupted into my mouth. I was at the top of my upstroke, so there was plenty of room for that gusher to splash all around and coat the entire inside of my mouth. When I slid my lips down so far that I couldn't get any more in my mouth, the second spurt gushed out and most of it went directly into my throat. I could feel a really thick gob hang there at the entrance to my throat, but it didn't gag me. I bobbed, sucked, licked, fondled, and hummed as my lover's cock poured warm semen into my mouth. I was getting good at swallowing with a mouthful of penis, so I was able to get it down without my mouth getting overfull.