1 comments/ 48533 views/ 1 favorites An Aspiring Goddess's Photo Shoot By: ex_expat While I was on an overseas assignment, work brought me back to California every few months. I used these opportunities to catch up with old friends. Patrick and Shana were close friends who I made sure to see during each trip. We had spent a lot of good time together – camping trips, evenings out, movies ... I had always been very attracted to Shana, but she had always rebuffed even the slightest hint of my flirtation. This incident is remarkable – for it was totally out of character for the relationship, and for Patrick and Shana as individuals. Much time has passed since this one evening, and we are still friends like we used to be. While we all enjoyed the evening, it has in no away affected our prior relationship – we are back to being polite social friends. Now that I am back in the US, every once in a while one of us makes a comment that reminds us of this evening; brings a smile to Patrick's and my faces, and a big blush on Shana's. -------------------------- I still wonder why she agreed to do it. I am really glad that she did, but I still wonder why. Maybe it was the feeling that she could stimulate someone other than her husband. Or, that here were two people willing to have her as the center of attraction. Both summed up as a sense of adventure. Seeing Charlene's pictures, I am certain emboldened her - maybe she wanted to prove that she is no less. While I certainly changed my opinion of her during that session, I still believe that she has a long way to go before she becomes the sex-goddess that Charlene is. Could it be that she was trying to please Patrick? After all it was he who started the whole issue. And, I wonder if she would have done it if it was anyone other than me - egotistical thinking on my part, but not out of the realm of possibilities. Whatever it was, opening the bottle of good wine certainly played a part. I wish I had taken down the make, but I did not. It all started off as a simple dinner, on a weekday evening. I had brought along pictures from the beach vacation that Charlene and I had taken recently. As I opened the package, Patrick asked me if I had pictures of Charlene in a bikini. I knew that just like my attraction to Shana, Patrick too harbored a secret attraction to Charlene. I replied, "I certainly do, not just in bikini, but without it also. But, now is not the time, and further, they are just private things between Charlene and me – not for public consumption." I am certain this made them both curious. So, when we settled down after dinner, and all three of us were sharing the wine, Patrick brought up the topic again. I wondered aloud, "why should I share them." "Because I like Charlene immensely, and want to see as much of her as I can." After much conversation, I agreed to show them on terms of reciprocity - that he would show me similar pictures of Shana's. Shana, who had been a sort-of silent spectator so far, perked up. "Why drag me into it." She said. But I could see that it was half-hearted. I am certain she was curious too. Patrick said he did not have any such pictures. I suggested that he could take some. This excited him doubly. He could not only see Charlene's pictures, but also have Shana's picture - something that I am certain he had wanted, but probably never had the courage to ask for. To get them started, I showed them the first picture Charlene and I had made for our calendar. Charlene was wearing tiny panties, where the front and back were held together by a piece of string on each side. She had a skirt, which she was seductively lifting, to reveal the front of the panties. Shana asked what else I had. I said "lots". At this point, I shut up, and let Patrick do the convincing. Shana asked me why we had done it. I gave her the true answer - "instead of looking at other women in calendars, and getting excited about them, why not look at my woman in similar poses and states of dress/undress, and get excited about her." "Besides," I added, "these are the best years of her life. I want to preserve them. When we go on vacations, we take photos of where we are. Preserves memories. What better memories to preserve, than how we looked like? And, how we teased each other? Doesn't this show a little spunk, a little naughtiness? Don't you want to remembered like this?" After even more discussion, she agreed to a small shoot in the next room. I would stay where I was, and they would bring the picture back. I wasn't sure what kind they would do, so I asked if I was going to look at the picture anyway, what was the harm in me helping them take the picture. A pause, and then she agreed. She said she would put on her swimsuit. I said that was not good enough. I wanted something more than that. I guess, the alcohol had had its effect by then. To Patrick's and my utter surprise, she unzipped her pants, and dropped them right there. Her shirt still hid her panties, but I could see the ankles, which I had seen before, the knees, which I may have seen before, and her thighs, which I was certain I had never seen. While we were gathering our wits, with a swish she lifted her shirt, for a momentary glance at her panties - a small black bikini. I could hardly contain my excitement. I could see that Patrick too had similar feelings. Well, at the end of the day, Patrick knew what he was going to get. I actually knew what I was too – but what I got was much more than what I had even imagined. Patrick ran to get the camera. She again lifted her shirt, and took one spin with the shirt lifted, before putting it back down. I was unsure of what to do, so I did nothing, just stood there and admired. I still don't know if she expected me to do anything. I saw her panties, and they were the kind I like – one that covers the full bottom, not the crack-covering thong type. I saw her bottom, and mentally traced the outline of her panty riding on it. In the middle, it had gone into the crack, showing off her hips perfectly. The elastic at the top of the panties was a little uneven - as if she had worn them in a hurry, and not straightened them. Surprisingly, as I was thinking these thoughts, while admiring her beauty, she took her hand back, and straightened it. With the pull of the panties, the "V" in between her legs was accentuated, and I could see the outline of her full self. Soon Patrick was back with the camera. I asked for it, and he handed it to me. "What is this," I asked, "don't you have a digital camera - if not, how are you going to get the films processed." Patrick then went back to get his video camera that has a "still" feature in it. I had had another of those seductive twirls by the time he returned. I could tell that she was also enjoying the reaction it brought in me. At that moment, I would have done anything she asked me to. Amazing, I wondered, how such small actions by women can make men their slaves. Shana replicated Charlene's pose for the first photo, coyly revealing the "V" between her two legs, by slightly lifting the shirt. I noticed for the first time that her thighs were well formed, and tapered off gradually to her knee, going very well with her calves. Patrick asked for more photos of Charlene's. I suggested that instead of being influenced by Charlene's style, Shana just create a new style for herself. She agreed. Patrick downed his last glass of wine and asked if he should open another. I could see that we all had had a lot, and we were having fun, so I said yes. I could hear an echo from Shana too. Soon he returned with full glasses. It was time to resume. She took her hand up to her shirt buttons. Until now I hadn't noticed that her bosom actually looked good whenever the twirl brought the shirt close to her body. Hesitatingly she undid the buttons, and Patrick stepped up and pulled the shirt off from the back. In an instant I realized what the hesitation was. She was wearing a push-up bra. Just the black bra and panties looked wonderful on her. With the push-up, her breasts looked rounded, not huge though. Going down from her cleavage to the V, I noticed her well-formed navel. The top of the panty was parallel to the bottom of the bra, and both had matching cuts. I looked at the two pieces of clothing, the parts they were hiding, and the parts they weren't. While admiring her, I also wanted to capture as much of it as possible, for Patrick's sake. But, friendship too has its limits. The camera was a distraction, so I put it on a tripod, pointed it to the middle of their large bedroom, where the action was, switched it to video, and pressed the record button. When I looked up, I saw something that amazed me. Oblivious to my presence, Patrick was holding Shana close to him, his lips on hers, and his hands fumbling around with her bra straps at the back. Soon the hook was undone. Shana stepped back just for a minute, to let the bra drop to the ground. During this brief pause, she looked at me straight in the eye - there was no revulsion, or even shyness at someone other than her husband watching her in this form. In fact, I interpreted her look as an inviting look. Not wanting to waste an opportunity, or time, I stepped up, hugging Shana from behind, in effect, making a sandwich. She was the spicy sauce between the buns - Patrick and me. Patrick stretched his hands to include me in his grasp, tightly squeezing the sauce in the middle. My hands were not long enough for the entire sandwich, so I put them in the middle, positioning them right on her breasts. Once there, I gently pressed her nipples between the sides of my fingers. The shudder that went through her body at a "stranger's" touch told me that this touch was not unwelcome. Now, I had a green signal from both - him and her. Where was this all going to lead, I thought. As I gently pressed her nipples, once in a while his nipples, that were touching hers, got pressed too, and from him too, I got a similar reaction. This was all unplanned, and all of a sudden. No one knew what to do. Shana said - "this is rough, guys." I knew, in an instant, what she meant. Both Patrick and I had jeans on, and flannel shirts, while she was almost completely naked. I started taking my pants off. Patrick did the same. Then I took my shirt off, and was soon in my t-shirt and underwear. I went back to my embrace of her. This time, though, the feel of her legs on my bare legs, and her arms on my bare arms felt much better. Her soft skin all over was an immense pleasure to touch. I did not bother to check, but assumed that Patrick had done the same. We gradually moved ourselves to the edge of the bed. Gently, we rolled onto the bed. I decided to take the next stop forward. Letting go of her breasts, I grabbed her hips, and then gently tugged the panty down. Taking a cue from me, Patrick did the same, and soon she was there before the two of us, in the form nature intended her to be. I was too close to see her back, but my hands certainly felt her. As we lay there, she suddenly turned around, and put her lips to mine. Patrick protested a little, by trying to turn her back, but she would not let go, neither would I. So, he too changed positions, and now we were reverse of what we had started off with. The spicier portion of the sauce was on my side. I felt her nipples against my chest and my own nipples. I squeezed her harder so that I pressed her breasts harder, and got a fuller feel of them. As we moved, they rubbed against me, focusing my attention time and again on them, something I found very exciting. There did not seem to be any limits tonight, so I placed my palm on her pubis, and entwined my fingers in her pubic hair. It felt short, and not too dense, just like Charlene's. Maybe, that is how everyone's is - at this stage in life – anyway. I continued playing, until Patrick too approached. Except that finding the top occupied, he proceeded to put his finger inside her. This could get boring fast, and without coordination, it would not be as much fun, so I decided to coordinate. Obviously, Shana was in seventh heaven, so there was no point in asking her. I whispered to Patrick if she would like a real sandwich, the kind we have only dreamt of so far. She heard it, and immediately shook herself out of our grasp. "No way," she said, "am I going to have any of you in my rear." "Why not," I asked. "It isn't proper, that is not the purpose of my back hole. And, besides, I have never done it, and I suspect it will hurt." Instead, she offered, "how about if one of you is straight, and one of you in my mouth." "But, we would get in each other's way," I said. Also, I reminded her that even the mouth is not meant or this, so how could this be proper. She replied that the rear hole was meant for output, and the mouth, like her pussy, was for input. I remembered this, and took advantage of it later during the evening. She said she had done oral before, so she did not mind, and immediately proceeded to take Patrick in her mouth, with the clear implication that the bottom was for me. I was anxious, but decided to press on a little more. "But, if you have never done it, there has got to be a first time. Otherwise you will be saying this all your life. Why not just try it once. If you don't enjoy your dp ..." "dp?" she remarket. "Double penetration." I replied. "This is one of the only chances in your life you will get for a dp." And, it is safe sex – how long have you known me – 15 years? She still wasn't convinced. And, I had to use the trump card, which had worked all evening, and I was certain it would work again. "Even Charlene is not a back door virgin." I said. Like magic, she said, "OK." "But I am still apprehensive," she added. I knew she was an aspiring sex-goddess, willing to learn from Charlene as much as she could. I wonder though, how she discovered that Charlene was a sex-goddess. There wasn't much time to waste. We were all primed up. Further, I thought that introducing any more delay might give them to chance to change their mind, thereby terminating my wonderful evening. Chances of that happening were, in my view, very slim though. I knew she was enjoying all the attention and stimulation. And, while Patrick was the one doing the sharing, I also could tell that he was thankful to me for taking him where he would never have been able to go on his own. I was of two minds. I really liked the front, for that is what sex is all about. It also gave me full access to her entire "asset pool" - the top, the mid section, and the bottom. I was anxious to get my lips back on hers. But, then it wasn't often that I got a chance for back-door. If it was Charlene, I knew I would want her rear, so I let Patrick have that opportunity. I asked him to lie down in bed, close to the edge, his feet actually dangling down, with his shaft pointing up, and I guided her gently down on it. In order to do this, I asked her to squat on him, facing his legs. Then I grabbed hold of her two buttocks, as if I were lifting her, and pulled the two apart. In between, I kept taking a few nips at her lips and her nipples, and I could see that she was really enjoying them. In addition to the nips, I really enjoyed holding her by her soft bottom - something that one only dreams of. I set her down, and Patrick pointed his top towards the hole. As they made contact, I noticed a grimace on her face. I moved my hands even closer to her hole, and spread her rounds even farther apart. Just this would have been sufficient excitement for me on a normal day - here it was only a small part of the entire act. The evening was turning out to be fabulous. I am sure if it was Charlene, I would have enjoyed it even more - but then would I have been as generous as Patrick? I consoled myself by saying that it wasn't Patrick's generosity that had made it possible. He was probably getting as much out of it as I was. I positioned them correctly, and grabbed her bottom again. (Wow, what a feeling again.) Patrick took hold of his shaft, and guided it as I lowered her further. This time it worked. First the tip went in, and then a little. She gradually went down - very slowly. I continued to guide and lubricate the place. Soon her bottom rested on his front completely, and her weight was off her hands and legs. He was completely inside her? How does it feel, I asked. "It does hurt a little." I noticed that her hole was fully stretched. This is only half of the act," she said. "You have to finish the other half." What position was I going to take? Patrick was horizontal on his back, with his legs hanging down by the end of the bed. Shana was on top of him facing his legs, her legs folded in a squatting position, barely contained on the bed. I reached over and kissed her. I know she wanted me inside her, but I was going to enjoy some more. With my lips still on hers, I gently cupped her breasts in my hands, raising them slightly. I brought the two of them together, got my eyes away from hers, and looked at them. The erect nipples and the enlarged aureole responded eagerly to my movements. I bent over, and licked the bottom part of the right one, moving my tongue up until the nipple was almost in my mouth. There I stopped, and repeated the movement with the left one. I could see that Shana was VERY pleased. But, I also realized that she was in a hurry. So I decided to quit lingering, and get directly to the job. I asked them to scoot over a little more towards me. I took hold of her legs. With one leg in each arm, I proceeded towards her. My hands no longer free, she guided me towards her eager opening. Even Patrick lent a hand, as he took a break from feeling her all over. While thrusting was difficult in the position I was, I still tried. This combined with her squirming in place did the trick for both her and me. Sometimes she would actually take herself up and down, thrusting on Patrick's shaft too. I am sure her movement caused it to slide in and out of her backdoor a few times. Patrick was in obvious pleasure, so was she and so was I. What more could we have asked for. My pace of thrusting increased, so did hers, and so did Patrick's groping. The tempo built up - with me thrusting from the front, and Patrick also feeling it from the back. In addition, Patrick was busy with his hands sometimes on her breasts, and sometimes on her bottom. I was about to reach my climax. Shana realized that and nudged me out of her. Then she motioned me to climb up on the bed. I did, standing straddling her. She took me in her mouth. Wow what pleasure. Seeing the bottom free, Patrick increased his activity in that area. With one hand I held her head from behind, and with the other, I cupped the bottom of my penis so that it would not go too much in her mouth. I asked her to tongue the slit in my penis. She did, and I could not contain myself any longer, bursting right in her mouth. She swallowed all my output without any hesitation. Here is one place she was ahead of Charlene, I thought. With me still in her mouth, she lifted herself off Patrick's shaft. And, I noticed that Patrick was ready to spray her bottom with his output. He smeared it all over her bottom, and spread it with his hands like lotion. I noticed Shana also gasping for breath. I took myself out of her mouth, and realized that she had climaxed too. There was a triumphant look on her face. Was it that like Charlene, she no longer was a back-door virgin. Or that, she had fulfilled a fantasy, like Charlene's, of having two men at the same time. With Charlene, though, it has remained a fantasy. Or that she had managed to have sex with someone else in front of her husband. Now was not the time to analyze, however. It was time to revel in the pleasure. All three of us slid to the top of the bed. I knew that I still had full access to her all night, if I so wanted, but that was not in my mind as I kissed her passionately and turned her around for Patrick to do the same. Then we made a spoon sandwich again, and rolled off to sleep. An Aspiring Goddess's Photo Shoot Ch. 02 While it was my sex goddess Charlene's inspiration, that led to my encounter with Pat and Shana a few years ago, Charlene was blissfully unaware of it. In order to prove that she is no less than Charlene, Shana had actually outdone Charlene, and experienced something that Charlene had only fantasized about. I knew that one of these days I was going to have to tell her, but had not yet found the right opportunity. We are both in deep love with each other, have a very fulfilling sex life, and we know Pat and Shana well, so I know that she would very likely be fine with it. Under the circumstances, if she had known about it, she might even have encouraged it. Now you know part of the reason why I call her sex goddess. But I had a little apprehension too. How one reacts to a situation depends on the mood they are in, not just the situation. Why hadn't I told her so far, then? I wanted to use the opportunity of telling her as a chance for further scaling our relationship forward. And the relationship was going just fine, so I had put this incident in reserve, hoping to pull it out some time. Pat and Shana did not seem to be too eager to talk about it either. The incident in question had happened seven years ago, when I was on assignment in Asia, and had come to the US for a brief visit. Five years ago, we completed that assignment and moved back to California. We often meet Pat and Shana socially, and are polite social friends. While we are not reserved in what we talk about, there is nothing beyond talk any more. The memory itself is pleasant, not just for me, but also for both Pat and Shana, particularly for Shana. Occasionally I spy a faint smile on Shana's face whenever the topic of sex comes up - which isn't very often, by the way. It was after a movie we went to, together with Pat and Shana that my sex goddess Charlene got a little hint of these occasional smiles. Later in the evening, as I lay down in bed, waiting for her to take off her bra and panties and join me, I wondered if she'd bring it up. She unhooked the front, (yes, she always prefers front-hook bras, and I prefer her to wear those). She stuck her thumbs inside her panty and slide it down. Although I have seen this scene thousands of times, I still find her taking off her panties, the sexiest thing in the whole world. I never tire of looking at her as she does this. In spite of the fact that her panties are my favorite part of her wardrobe, the act of taking them off is just amazing. As the panties went down, she walked out of them, leaving them on the floor beside the bed. Nestling up to me, she asked. Why was it that Shana and Pat were smiling when we were discussing the scene suggesting that the main character had two lovers. Not totally sure of her mood right now, I tried to get away from the topic. She could enjoy hearing about the incident, but I wasn't mentally prepared to tell her. And there was a small chance that she would pull away, and scoot to her side of the bed and go to sleep. Or worse, put on her panties and bra. Or even worse, go sleep in the guest bedroom. Frolicking around naked in bed is something we both enjoy. She did not press the issue either. That is my sex goddess. But, I knew it had been gnawing at her. And, she knew the best time to ask me. A couple of days later, we were again naked in bed, spooning. I was turned over to one side, and she lay behind me, with full body contact. I could feel her firm breasts and her stomach on my back, and her legs on the back of my legs. I had also reached over, and was caressing the soft skin crease below her vagina - where the legs meet the torso. She brought up the topic again. I knew that there was no point in avoiding it. I turned back, faced her and kissed her deeply. Then I told her that in the morning, when we woke up, she would have the answer - but only on one condition - that we hold back ourselves right now, go to sleep naked, and that I have the liberty of doing anything to her body, at any time of the night. We have played this game before. She protested, and tried to coax me more, but finally agreed. I knew I had an explosive night coming up, followed by an even more explosive morning. That too is my sex goddess. One of my favorite fantasies is to make love to Charlene when she is sleeping. Unrealistic, as it is, this fantasy has never been realized. Taking liberties with her while she is asleep, comes a close second, and that is exactly what I did tonight. The only thing I have to be careful of, is that if I am gentle, she does not wake up, and I can continue my actives. Even the slightest roughness wakes her up - taking away part of my fantasy. And, if I wake her up once too many times, she asks me to back off a little, or she wakes up groggy the next morning. I didn't want either of these to happen today, so balance was the name of the game - just enough action for my pleasure, but not enough to disturb her sleep. We got out of spoon, and faced each other, kissing each other good night. That is exactly how we fell asleep. At least she did. On nights like this, I don't want too much sleep. It would be a waste, wouldn't it - having a super sexy lady lying next to you, letting you do what you want, and you fall asleep. As soon as I realized that she had nodded off, I softly disengaged my lips from hers, and scooted back a little. I surveyed the scene. My sex goddess was lying there contentedly. This was her quieter aspect - she earned the title of sex goddess, not by being what she is, as now, but by doing what she does. I have always held her in high esteem in all matters, including sex. Lying like this, she looked magnificent - somehow reminded me of the reclining Buddha in Bangkok, Thailand. An appropriate thought for a goddess. She also looked very vulnerable. She trusted me, and I would never do anything to take that trust away. Temptation, though, is very strong. Her lips were still parted a little from our kissing, seemed to be ready for more. Her eyes are easily the sexiest part of her body - I never tire of looking at them, even if they are closed - like they were now. I lingered on her face for a little, and moved on. Her short neck, transitioned the body form the pillow to the rest of the bed. The slope was exquisite. Her ample breasts held their own against gravity. The left one touched the bed, while the right one, positioned directly above, proudly beckoned to me. "Yes, darling, I will get to you in a short while," I mentally told the right one. The body shrunk below the breasts, showing a flat tummy, leading down to a soft bush - just growing from a few days ago, when we had shaved it completely. It was a little unruly with tiny little ringlets, but was sparse enough that I could see her entire pussy. Her nether lips were pressed tight against each other. I knew they would part too, before the morning came. From there, the body tapered through her thighs and on to her toes, showing off her shapely legs. The big toes had been sucked many times before, and would very likely be sucked again tonight. They just had to bide their time. Very carefully, I kissed her one more time, got out of bed, and walked over to the other side, to admire her from the back. Amazing - after so many years of being together, I still adored her. Every time it was as if I was seeing her naked body for the first time in my life. Her hair draped over the pillow, making her look even sexier. The back clearly showed off her figure - it was exactly the form that I love. Her read end is well formed, and round. It is just the right size to frame her pussy from the front, and shows very well from the back. She does not wear tight clothes too often, but if she did, she would turn a lot of heads. No rear penetration tonight, I said to myself; this is one activity that requires a lot of co-ordination and collaboration, and just can't be done without her actively participating. Her bent knees emphasized the crease at the back. Being licked here is something she enjoys a lot. She also enjoys me moving my fingers all along the back of the legs - from her derriere to her heel. Yes, we are going to do that tonight - but only a little, as too much would give her enough excitement to wake her up. Giving my goddess that kind of pleasure was to be done in the morning. I lay down behind her, and ran my tonnage over her back, taking it all the way from the neck to the base of her spine. She stirred a little, "mmm" she said, and continued sleeping. Sometimes, she complains of the wetness due to my tongue tickling. Not wanting to wake her up, I immediately got in a spoon position, warming her back. I lay there for some time, and then reached over, and cupped her right breast in my hand. With the other hand, I reached for the silky fur covering her pussy. It is always a pleasure, just playing with the hair there. I try to straighten a curl, and it defies me, curling right back when my finger leaves it. After some attempts on one curl, I try another curl. As my fingers move around, they rub against the pussy lips, generating electricity for both of us - a lot more for me, and hopefully just enough for her to convert her dreams into pleasant one. Wondering what my lovely goddess was dreaming of, and desiring to get into her dreams myself, I actually fell asleep. When I awoke next, my hands were still in the same position. The left hand had slipped down, and now rested on her left breast. The right hand was entangled in a couple of little ringlets. Softly, I freed my left hand, and then released the right one. Before I had fallen asleep, my licking had been confined to her back - missing one very important area. I slid down, bringing myself even with her round rear. Her rosebud was safely hidden, and it took some soft prying of the surrounding area for it to reveal itself. Licking there, I could feel her stirring. I know she liked this, and did not want to do too much for the fear of waking her up. It is for the same fear that I decided to skip kissing and tickling the back or her knee, and running my fingers all long the back of her legs. That might wait until the morning, or some other time. Getting out of bed, I moved back to the other side, and positioned myself in front of her. I feasted visually on her closed eyes, her cheeks and her lips. I got closer and touched her lips with mine. I could see that she felt them, but did not do anything. Very softly, I inserted my tongue inside her mouth, to enjoy her taste. Today was one of those times when she tastes very good. A few moments of that, and I let my tongue slip out. I slid down, tasting her neck, and then continued sliding down to her breasts. The left one, which was the lower one, as she lay on her side, was my first goal. Before I knew it, the nipple was in my mouth. I swirled it around, very carefully. My hand went to her right breast, just cupping it, and transferring warmth to it. I continued licking and flicking with occasional bouts of very gentle biting. I don't know if I was too hard, or if the timing was right, I just heard her say "how sweet." A bit startled that I had woken her up, I asked her what was sweet. She said she had been dreaming that her breasts were being gently fondled, and here she wakes up to find out it was really happening. Yesss! I said to myself. I had actually entered her dream. "Shall we?" she asked. I knew what she meant. I reminded her that tonight was my night to do what I pleased. The completion was going to happen in the morning. She pulled me up, held me tight, locked her lips on mine, closed her sexy eyes, and went back to sleep. It did not take her long to fall asleep. Not wanting a second round of waking her up, I waited quite some time before I released her hug, and slipped out. The right breast hadn't got much stimulation so far. She was the one beckoning to me earlier, and it was her turn now. Tenderness was the name of the game here, and this one got plenty of it. It was now time to move on - the next stop was the shallow pit - the navel. A few lingering smacks and long licks, and I was ready to move on again. With my fingers, I parted the short crop of fur, and had my tongue follow that trail straight to the clitoris. Another "mmm" stopped me in my tracks. I just lay there motionless for some time. Wondering if she was dreaming of someone touching her pussy lips, someone hovering close to her clitoris, someone about to wet her vagina. And I wondered if that someone was me - it probably wasn't. She had shared many of her fantasies with me. I was reality, and her fantasies were about other people, never about me. One of her favorite fantasies is to be with five men at the same time. I too enjoy this fantasy of hers. We always wonder about who the five people would be - we go through our lists of friends. Pat is usually there along with me. The rest keep changing. And, we talk about what these five men would do. If there were only one, he would penetrate her vaginally, anally, or orally. She always has trouble accepting that vaginal and anal can be done at the same time. Having done it with Pat and Shana, I tell her that it is possible - she does not believe me. But, to go along, she says ok. The third man is usually in her mouth, letting her run her tongue over his entire length, particularly the tip. Sucking someone, while being doubly penetrated is simple (at least logistically). We always wondered about what the last two men would do. Maybe, one on each of her breasts, pleasuring them, her and themselves, to no end. Or, she would just be holding their erections, one in each of her hands. That is when we usually move on. And, that is the point where I fell asleep tonight. The next time I woke up, I found myself in an odd position - almost half off the bed, as my head was in front of her hips, her legs close to my crotch, and the rest of my body lower below. This wasn't very comfortable, So I got up, and turned myself so that we were now in a sixty-nine position. I was really face to face with her thighs, and her vagina. Through the sparse forest I could see her lips, and noticed how they occasionally moved in unison with her breathing. Back to making the trail with my finger, I touched her lips. No movement from her! Good. I just lay there with my tongue touching the closed door. Once I was sure that we were OK, I moved my tongue a little more. Instinctively, she moved back a little. I moved forward to cover the distance. I was closer now, close enough to try and tongue-penetrate her. With my fingers, I parted her lips very slowly, stuck my tongue in a bit, and just stayed there, to let her get used to the feeling. Then I reached over to her hips, and pulled her closer to me, so that my tongue would go in more. "Ahhhh, you are where I dreamt you would be." Was her sleepy sound that greeted me. Darn! I had woken her up again. "Now, where are the other four men?" she asked. I was stunned - it is as if we were both thinking the same thing. "Who were the four men?" I asked, dropping the bait. I wanted to know the men she was fantasizing about, this time. I could sense that she was smiling, but she did not say anything. "Don't stop now. This is too much pleasure." Maybe that was the right thing to do. I just continued with my tongue. I pulled it out of her crack, and focused more on the clitoris, flicking it up and down. With her hands, she pressed my head harder into her pubic area. She was obviously very excited to start with. It did not take her long to climax. Convulsions and scream were followed by a calming feeling. Unlike the other times, however, she did not let go of my head. For a while I lay like that. It seemed like she had fallen asleep. Wondering what was going through her head, who the other four guys were, and what she was dreaming of now, I too fell asleep again. I woke up again, to a view of her pubic hair. The wetness of her juices and my saliva had bunched them up, and the silkiness was gone. Instead, through the hair, there was a clear view of her lower lips. More important than that, the whiff of her juices was very pleasant. The gentle sound of her sleep was very soothing, so was her breath tickling my legs. I was so close that I took a taste of her pussy, and the juices in there. This was heaven, I thought. Waking up in this position - what else could I ask for. It looked like it was morning, so I did not hesitate this time. I plunged into her crack, parting her lips with my tongue, and tasting more of the juices there. I took hold of the soft roundness of her bottom to pull her closer towards me. Soon I found her too, in the same role - licking at the tip of my erection, while pulling me into her. She knows how I like gentle bits at the tip, and her tongue splitting the crack there, and she always does it for me. We were like this for a few minutes before I pulled away. There was more to be done this morning. Preserving excitement and energy for that was needed too. I inched further up, until I was level with her toes. The big ones got a good sucking before I got out of bed. Tried to get out, I should say. As I was getting out, she got hold of my hand, and pulled on it, dropped me right back in bed. Pulling me close to her, she gave me a soft peck on my lips, and hugged me tightly. I could feel her breasts on my chest, my hardness pressing into her stomach, and her wetness on my thighs. "Don't we want to wake up this morning," I asked. "Not really," she replied. "Why don't we spend the whole day like this." "But there is something you want to hear about. Don't you?" She shot up in an instant. "Of course. What about Shana and Patrick?" I was on top of her in an instant. But, she wanted the truth more than anything else. I thought of recounting the incident to her, but realized that it would be best to let her read the story. After all, the written version had gone through quite a bit of polishing, with the help of two very talented Literotica volunteer editors. I led her to the computer, turned the computer on, and sat down in the chair. Confused as to what was going on, she sat down in my lap, to observe. In spite of the whole night spent with her body, my mind still wasn't done. I enjoyed the feel of her soft bottom on my thighs, Her slight weight increased the contact area. He soft skin always is a pleasure to touch. I asked her to be patient, and she was. I had yet more of her body while we waited for Windows to come up. My hands were constantly on her breasts, massaging them. Occasionally, I took mouthfuls of them. My fingers often went over to her pussy, playing with the tangles in her pubic hair. She had never heard of literotica. I went to the website, and brought up my story. Engrossed, she read the whole story in one sitting. Wow, she said. And it has received more than 20,000 hits! Not only did the story make her really hot, but the fact that it had been read so many times, made her proud of me. We usually have good sex. But, when she is pleased and proud, our sex is great. And, that is exactly what happened today. We spent the whole morning in bed. With me inside her, and with me outside her - but never with any bit of clothing in between. I was on top, and she was on top. We took a shower together, and she sucked me in the shower. That is my favorite place for oral sex. I lay her on the bed, and sucked at her little clittie until she couldn't take it any more. Throughout the morning, She would do something, as ask me if Shana did that. The answer did not matter. It was the thought that made us hot. If it did not happen, then both of us fantasizing about it. And, if it did happen, then I would be pleased from the memory, and she, from her imagination. She knew the answers herself, but the questioning was fun, and she persisted. An Aspiring Goddess's Photo Shoot Ch. 02 "Did Shana suck you." "No." "Did you take her from the back? " "No, I had the front. Pat was the one who did the anal part. " "Did you kiss her?" "Of course. You know very well, that this is one of my favorite activities." "Like this," she asked, and proceeded to kiss me deeply. "Did you touch Pat?" "Yes, in order to make it a tight sandwich. Shana loved being squished in between us two. The more she enjoyed it, the more we pressed her. Boy, wasn't it fun, I reminisced." I knew fully well that Charlene can handle it. "Did you touch him in any other way? Before I could even answer, she added more questions. "Did you kiss him? Did you anything else?" "No, would not even think of it, honey." She knew that women were my only attractions. A tight hug followed. I could feel both her breasts on my chest. I just stood there, enjoying their softness and warmth. Wanting more, I lowered my head and took a nipple in my mouth. She thrust her chest towards me, making it a mouthful. Instead of flicking the nipple around in my mouth, I was now sucking at a big portion of her breast. With one hand, I steadied the breast, and with the other, I held her close to me. Now wanting to be left behind, she started playing with my nipples. The feeling was so intense, that I let go of her breasts. She pushed me down on the bed, sat on top of me, and bent over to resume her nipple sucking. But, sucking is only a prelude to rougher play. Soon she was biting me - gently at first, but at my prodding, harder and harder. As I enjoyed this, she got off me, and ran away. Obviously, she had something in her mind. She returned with a few cubes of ice. She sucked one of my nipples hard. Then she put a cube of ice on the nipple, and let it melt. Trickles of cold water flowed down from the side. All this while she was on my second nipple. Before my first nipple froze, she removed the ice cube, put it on the second nipple and warmed the first one back up with her mouth. This cycle continued for quite some time. I always had one hot nipple, and one cold one. One being tenderly treated, and one on the North Pole. She was busy constantly, warming each of my nipple, harassing it with her biting, and then putting it out. Her efficiency was remarkable. So was the tenderness with which she meted out her treatment to me. I was in absolute heaven all this time. She noticed my erection growing harder and harder. As she moved from one nipple to another, she brushed against it. Seeing the frequency with which the brushing happened, I knew it wasn't accidental. Not being able to take it any more, I grabbed her in position, so that she was on top of me. I guided myself into her - with her co-operation, of course. Not willing to be constrained by my holding, she continued her activities with my nipples, while being penetrated. It took quite some effort on my part to hold her still. That is the way she is. She could be constrained only after I pulled her mouth towards mine, and locked her there. Her bottom would not hold still. It kept pumping up and down, increasing the intensity in me, and in her. After a while, I couldn't restrain myself, and explosively shot into her. She kept pumping. Fluids started slipping out of her. With a smirch smirch sound, more of my liquid, mixed with hers would fall on me. She stopped only when she had had her fill. Her constant activity prevented me from softening, helping her achieve her own climax. She collapsed on top of me. But she did not stay there. Rolling the two of us, to put me on top, she pushed me off gently. The signal was clear - I have had it many times before. In effect, she is saying, "I want to be left alone, after my orgasm." Having seen this story many times, I knew exactly what to do - especially if I wanted to continue our morning activities. I sat down at the computer, poking around the open literotica page. My erection did not get a chance to subside completely. It wasn't long before I felt her hand on my shoulder. "Oh, you are ready again." She said. "I was going to ask you if you wanted to get some breakfast." "Yes, I do, but not the kind you had in mind." I said with a smile. "And, what makes you think so?" She answered. And, with that, she sat in my lap, my penis sticking out between her two legs, like a superovergrown clitoris. "Let me maturate myself," she said. And, promptly started moving her finger on the tip of my penis. She too had the same idea. I have noticed this many times before. When we are one like this, we can actually read each other's thoughts. As the erection got harder, she changed her mind. She got up, and sat back down, with me fully inside her. "Do you have any more stories on literotica?" She asked. "Yes, I do, a few more. But I am not sure I want you to read them now." "Why not?" "Obvious, isn't it. If I can get a night and a morning like this for every story, why would I let you read them all at the same time." "Very smart!" she said. "You do realize that I know your pen-name. And, I know how and where to find your stories. I can read them any time. And the person who is within grabbing distance me when I read the story will be the lucky one." She added. She proved yet another time, that there is no arguing with her in matters of sex. While she won't do something with anyone else, the point was absolutely clear. I needed another strategy to dissuade her from reading the stories. Strange irony. Here I am, sitting intimately with my loved one, and pondering how to divert her from her current path. That is my sex goddess alright. Never gives me a dull moment - in matters of sex, or otherwise. Seeing my pause, while I pondered these questions, she realized my dilemma. "So, you are wondering, how to get more of this, while you are in the middle of the act." That too is my sex goddess. Her words of wisdom always suggest a way out of the situations she puts me in. Yes, of course, let us enjoy the moment, I said to myself. With that, I lifted her and dropped her back on my fully-erect penis. She co-operated at first, and then actually took over the motion herself. I sat in the seat enjoying the feeling. Sure, as I had thought, in the excitement of building towards an orgasm, she had completely forgotten about literotica. The second time this morning, I came into her, and the second time, I heard the smirch smirch sound, as our combined juices wet my thighs. When she too was done, I picked her up, and deposited her in our bed. I went to take a shower. It took quite some rubbing to clean myself up. As I was finishing the shower, she walked up and entered the shower. Smelling yet another opportunity, I walked in with her, to help her wash. More importantly, though, to be with her. She resumed her quizzing. "Did you take a shower with Shana like this." "Don't remember." I said truthfully. It has been years. "Caught you!" she said. "In matters of sex, 'don't remember,' usually means guilty." "But, what is there to be guilty about? What is a shower compared to a whole night of uninhibited sex." "About things you are not telling me. About things that you did not write in the story." "Honest, I would have told you, if there was something else." "How many years later would that be?" Yes, she had a point. I told her about this incident so many years after it had actually occurred. "Don't worry honey," she said. I won't stay behind Shana for too long. I was filled a little with excitement, and a little with apprehension. What upstaging was in store for Shana. She wasn't upset that I hadn't told her for years. She was just plotting. That too is my goddess. "And, you will be a part of it," she hastened to add. An opportunity came soon enough. It was Charlene's birthday. My goddess deserved a party, and she got one - a large surprise party. There were twenty couples. Everyone had to come in formal party outfits. The dresses that the ladies wore were beautiful - ranging from regal, to somewhat revealing. Nina had prepared a large array of games - some of them quite naughty ones. Raul kept the party lubricated through an ample supply of his special daiquiris. In fact, unknown to us, at one point when we ran out of supplies, Raul had to make a run to the liquor store, to keep the party going. As the party wound down, couples left the party one by one. At the end there were only Shana and Pat. They offered to help us clean up the mess that had been created. A full clean-up wasn't required, but neither Charlene nor I wanted to stay up by ourselves for a few more hours. Nor did we want to wake up to a messy house. I thanked them for the offer, and suggested that we do only part of it this evening. We were going to clean up the rest of the house, and stack dishes up in the kitchen. Charlene and I would tackle the kitchen the next morning. There was so much mess, that it took a good part of the hour - but at the end, the house looked as clean as it did before the party. We all sat down to relax for a bit, before they too took off. Since it had got very late, I suggested that they just spend the night over at our place, rather than have to drive back. Pat quickly agreed. He looked at Shana. It did not take her time to convince her. This decision allowed her to relax more and even try some drinks. All evening long, she had abstained, as she was their designated driver. The daiquiris that Raul had been making all evening were not quite over. There was still a full blender left. I asked everyone if they wanted more. Shana was the first one to say yes. I poured four glasses, and brought them over. We reminisced about the party. What went well, and what we could have done better. Shana commented how good the daiquiris were. I asked if she wanted more, and she said yes for the second time. Another round for everyone. And, the last remaining glass went to Shana. We were all quite relaxed. Shana shook off her high-heels, and took her feet up on the sofa she was sitting on. Through the bottom of her short dress, I got a glimpse of her panties. I don't think she made any attempt to hide them. I have a feeling that she might actually have done it on purpose. No, she wouldn't - I said to myself. We just don't have that kind of relationship. A sideways glance told me that even Charlene did not miss it. She had never been with a woman before, and that too was one of her fantasies. Would her plot come into effect today. Charlene brought up the topic of that night. The night that Shana found herself sandwiched between Pat and me. Charlene had missed it, and was determined to do better. "Have you guys read the story that he wrote about an evening he had with the two of you?" I could see them squirm in their seats. I knew that at this moment they were wishing they had not stayed back to help us clean. Charlene detected the discomfort too. "It was absolutely wonderful. His narration is so good, I was transported to your house that evening. And, you know what - the story has had more than 20,000 hits on the website. I just wish I was there too." The Goddess's calm manner relaxed everyone. "Is it OK if we talk about it?" She asked. The three of us have always had it in our mind, but none of us had even mentioned it to the others. Pat asked me. "Why did you not tell us that you are telling the whole world about it?" "First, names have been changed to protect the innocent. Second, it is merely a description of what happened. I am sure your memory of that day is as clear as mine. You don't need a story." Shana added. "It is unfair. You have been reliving that evening over and over again. While, the rest of us have been trying to keep it in the back of our minds. I too would like to relive that experience." "You will?" Charlene replied. "Sure. What is the URL?" Shana asked. "Why not talk about it, rather than just read something passive." Charlene said. She looked at Shana, "How was it for you, Shana?" Shana flushed red, and looked at Pat. She then turned around and looked at me. "Yes, Shana, Charlene is right. I have always assumed that you two liked it, but I want to hear it from you. My thoughts, of course, are captured in the story - that you can always read later." Shana mentioned how she was hesitant to bare herself to someone new, but once she got into it, she really really enjoyed it. Not only that, she added, this has spiced up her sex life a lot more. I introduced them to new pleasures, which they indulge in occasionally. But, more important than that, it has removed many inhibitions she had - now she fantasizes freely about many more things. And, this includes many things she can't even talk to us about, in spite of the fact that we had had sex. It set my mind on a spin. Charlene asked her, if she had fantasized being with a woman. Shana said - "that I always had, but now, after being with two men at the same time, I do a lot more." Charlene asked if she had done anything to realize those fantasies. "Not really, I just don't know with who." I was enjoyed the reversed roles. Charlene was the adventurous kind. She was always the first to try out new things. Here she was, trying to gauge from Shana how far ahead Shana was. I could feel her competitive juices coming to the fore again. I knew that tonight she will do something even bolder. "How about tonight?" Charlene said. Shana looked up at Charlene and stared for a minute. Then, without saying anything, she got up, walked to Charlene, and planted a kiss on her lips. This was bold, I said to myself. But then, we had all downed a lot of daiquiris, were reminiscing about our threesome, and had briefly talked about fantasies. Charlene got up, embraced Shana, and locked their lips together. Pat and I sat not knowing what to do. We did enjoy the show, however. When they separated, I suggested that we all amble on to our bedroom. The ladies said they would go up, get the guest bedroom ready, and call us. Pat and I waited, and waited, and waited - but did not hear the ladies call for us. I sneaked up to the guest bedroom, and noticed that the ladies had slipped into Charlene's sexy lingerie, and were in a deep kiss. Shana had Charlene's slit-crotch panties, and peekaboo bra, with the nipples peeking out. Charlene had her totally transparent babydoll, with a tiny little panty barely hiding her crotch. I was so glad that Charlene and I had over the years accumulated a number of these pieces. I walked over, and hugged them from behind. Pat did he same on the other side. This was a true dagwood size sandwich. In the melee, all four of us fell on the bed, rolling over each other. But, it looked like the ladies were more interested in each other than us. Neither of them had been with a lady before, and they seemed to be hungry to explore each other. For the second time, this evening, Pat and I sat on side, watching, as the ladies devoured each other. The night was young. and I knew we would have our turn. Charlene opened more of the slit from Shana's lingerie, exposing more of her breast. She then gently took it in her mouth, and started sucking it. Something I would love to do - and I am sure, I would, before the night is over. Not being satisfied with the amount she could get to, out of the sheer fabric, Charlene pulled back for a minute, reached over to Shana's back, and unhooked the top. The firm breasts still held it up. Charlene reached over, kissed Shana, gently took the top and tossed it aside - where it landed in Pat's lap. Shana wasn't going to sit idle either. She took hold of Charlene breasts though the fabric of the babydoll. Not being satisfied, she too pushed Charlene away, reached underneath and grabbed the breasts directly. I could see the pleasure on both their faces, as the soft fingers touched the creamy breasts. A little fondling, and Shana too wanted them in her mouth. They just lay down, in a position I call eleven. Shana was on her back, with Charlene hovering over the top, and both their lips were on the others' breasts. A few seconds of this, and Shana took Charlene's nipple and softly bit into it. Charlene reciprocated, and I could hear sequels of pleasure from both. Charlene has never let me bite her nipples, and here she was, thoroughly enjoying being bitten. It progressively got rougher from there. Charlene's entire right breast was in Shana's mouth - at least as much as Shana's mouth could accommodate. Shana's hand grabbed Charlene left nipple and was pressing it. This pleasure too had been denied to me in the past. Charlene was doing the same. I am surprised that neither of them was choking. I guess they were grabbing gulps of air in between their sucking. With her other hand, Shana reached over, and pulled Charlene even tighter. I could see her nails caressing Charlene's back, They rolled over and now Shana was on top, with exactly the same scene. It was such a pleasure to see this relationship where both of them felt the same, and could exactly the same things to each other. If one of them enjoyed something that the other was doing, she too would be doing the same in an instant. Pat and I looked at each other - silent observers, we just smiled and let the show continue. To step in now would not only stop the show, it would also affect the evening in ways neither of us wanted. It was hard to hold our excitement. I could feel that and see it in between Pat's legs, as by this time we had both relieved ourselves of our clothes. They had rolled over on their sides. They both inched forward, and licking their stomachs, settled on the navel - the shallow hole there held their attentions for a while, but something bigger attracted them. The inching resumed, and they were at each other's pussy. Charlene faced my way, and I see Shana's beautiful rear responding to every lick, suck and bite from Charlene. I could also see Shana's lips and tongue working their way on Charlene's bottom. She too responded in the same way. They were both attempting to stretch the elastic on each other's panties, and tongue at the same time. Although content to observe, I reached over, and had the unique pleasure of de-pantying the two most beautiful women in the world in a second. Charlene, in the middle of her action actually managed to utter the words thank you. Charlene's bush had grown a little more in the past few days, it was getting denser, but not enough to cover the pussy. In contrast, Shana's bush looked neat and clean. She had shaved off the sides, leaving narrow slit in the middle. It made her pussy lips seem even larger than they were at this time. I stood there, and admired the two pussies. Then I took both panties in my hand, ready to go back to my chair. Pat grabbed Charlene's panty from me, and we both enjoyed the whiffs of the two ladies from their panties. At one time, I heard a huge cry of pleasure from Charlene, and noticed that Shana's teeth were around Charlene's clit. Charlene had never let me bite that part of her body - just the gentlest touch of my teeth there, and she would pull back. Here was a bite - soft one, but a bite nevertheless. And, Charlene was enjoying it. Lessons for me - if done well, she would enjoy it - quickly captured as a mental note. Charlene was the first one to tense over and let out a gasp of air. I knew she had reached her climax. But she continued with Shana. Yet another mental note. With me, the moment she has her orgasm, she wants to lie down by herself. Yes, she will let me hold her, but will not participate in anything. Will not let me touch her special areas. Frankly, usually after a climax, I just let her be, and she lies down and revels in her climax. Not today. She was busy with Shana. The goal seemed to be to give Shana the same pleasure that she had just received. It did not take long. From my ringside seat, I saw Shana's rear stiffening. With a muffled cry of "oh my god," Shana just fell over on her side. It seemed like she was upto Charlene's normal behavior - enjoying the orgasm she just had, in solitude. Mental solitude that is, with 3 other people in the room, there was no solitude, but that did not seem to matter to Shana. An Aspiring Goddess's Photo Shoot Ch. 02 Exhausted, they lay in bed. Pat and I looked at each other, not sure what to do, and when. After what seemed like many minutes - when they were actually a few seconds, I noticed that Charlene's breathing had returned to normal. I went over to her, kissed her on the lips, and asked her gently if she was up for more. "Hell yes," she said. "This is just the appetizer." Normally, after an orgasm, while she does warm up again, it takes her a while to get there. I don't mind this gap at all, as it lets me admire my goddess, in her full glory, and in her serenity. Today, it took her much less time to be ready. She grabbed me, as I fell on her, and rolled over to the space between her and Shana. She also beckoned to Pat, who walked over, and suffered the same fate. Neither or us resisted. In fact we positioned ourselves appropriately. Here we were, Shana, me, Charlene and Pat, all without any clothes. Shana lay there exhausted, and seemed content to continue enjoying the afterglow of her encounter with Charlene. Charlene, on the other hand, was totally energized. This is characteristic of her. The only thing different I would have expected from her, was the time gap. As I broke my reverie, I noticed that Charlene had turned towards Pat, and was kissing him hungrily. Pat broke for a moment to suck at her pink nipples. Charlene pulled away, telling him that her breasts had enough for a day. This too was characteristic of Charlene - her breasts are great, but after some time, they become off limits. Not being satisfied, he turned around in a 69 position. She objected to that too, as both she and Shana had done enough of lips on pussy and clit too. The signal was clear. Pat straightened himself, and plunged himself directly into her pussy. While he was in her, she reached over and pulled me closer. I knew what she was ready for - her long term fantasy; the only thing in sex she had lagged behind Shana in. I knew she would cooperate fully. I got out of bed, ran over to our nightstand, lubed myself with Eros Love Bodyglide - the lubricant that the lady at Magical Moments had given us. I also brought some along, to lube Charlene's rear. It took quite some maneuvering and assistance from Charlene to penetrate her anally. We have done it before, but the position did not make it easy. In fact, she had to have Pat pull out of her pussy, in order to accomplish this. When I was fully inside her, Pat came back in, and I could feel the pressure inside Charlene. Charlene let out a huge sigh - she was right in the middle of what she had always dreamed about. Once doubly penetrated, at first, she just lay in the middle of the sandwich, just like Shana was, a few years ago. Not content with lying still, she kept moving around - giving both Pat and me, waves of pleasure. She would tighten herself, and then let go, she would lift herself a little from the bed, and then drop again. Each time, Pat and I moved inside her, she squealed with delight. In spite of having two men inside her, it was clear that she was in the driver's seat. After a while, she just lay down to relax. I started my in and out motion from my side, and Pat started from his. We would both thrust at the same time, squeezing her little body between the two of us - her soft tits, her firm ass, and the rest of her. She kept bringing one hand over me, and pulling me in, to ensure that I did not slip out. She was the center, in this sandwich, and she intended to stay there as long as she could. After a while she asked both Pat she asked me to slow down, and just lie there, so that she could continue savoring the feeling of two people adoring her body. Adoring is the right word. I would reach over, and circle her breasts with my fingers, while Pat gently licked the nipples and the dark area around them. With my hand over her tummy, I would pull her towards me, deepening my penetration. Pat would do the same, bringing the three of us closer. This went on until she burst into an orgasm, and lay limp. Having had her orgasm, and being in the middle of her dream, Charlene was in no hurry to move on. Neither Pat nor I were either. Hearing a soft sound, I glanced back and noticed that Shana had recovered enough to get up from the bed, and was sitting in the ring side seat. Her bare bottom touched the same area that mine had, a few minutes ago. I hope some of my warmth and energy transferred to her. I got back to what we were in the middle of. I told Charlene that her movements were bringing me to the edge. Charlene stopped. "No, I don't want you to come." "Then you've got to stop bringing me to the edge." "Agreed. Let us just lie down like this all night long." I was not in a hurry either. The only person who was left out of the action was Shana. I motioned to her to join us. She gladly did. Lying down behind me, facing my back. Now, I too was a sandwich, in between Shana and Charlene. She reached over, and held Pat's hand. With gentle pull, that couple pressed us. I enjoyed the feeling of her breasts squishing against my back. At the same time, I enjoyed the feeling of Charlene's soft bottom pressing against my crotch. On one side, I was lying still, because that is what Charlene wanted. On the other side, Shana was busy with me, gently nibbling and licking the back of my neck and the entire back. That period of rest seemed to have energized her, and as much as Charlene was in the mood to lie down and enjoy the position she was in. Shana was in the mood to reopen. With Shana's constant prodding, I could not hold it any longer, and shot myself in Charlene's bottom. I still stayed there. Seeing what had happened, Charlene tightened her sphincter muscle. sucking me further in, and preventing me from slipping out. Another outcome was that with the constant pressure, I no longer went limp. In fact, my penis seemed to have changed its mind, getting back to an erect position. Charlene was thrilled to see her efforts bear fruit. She kept the tight pressure up, preventing even the semen from escaping her rear. Shana was also thrilled, to get to play with me, while I was busy with Charlene. She continued her nibbling. She slid down, with her tongue touching me, as it went down to my rear crack - where my hips started. She stopped for a moment, and then resumed with the tongue in between the crack. She found my rear end, and lingered, while licking there. I put my hand over her head, and pulled her in, urging her to continue. Getting the message, she just stayed there. With her hands, however, she was busy with my penis, helping it in and out of Charlene. Having come once, I was not in a hurry to come again. The thrusting along with Pat's erection inside her pussy had its effect on Charlene. Her gradual buildup continued, until with a big gasp, she exploded. The contractions felt really good to me. And, they felt good enough for Pat to release too. We all lay like that, relaxing and catching our collective breaths. Shana was the only one still busy. We realized that Charlene was back in her mood of relaxing. The bed was too small for the four of us to be comfortable in. I winked to Pat. We both non-verbally agreed on the course forward. He carried Charlene over to our bed, while I lay there with Shana. She looked at me, and smiled broadly. I knew she liked it. Of course, little did she know what kind of a night was in store for her. And, there was no time nor need to worry about what Pat and Charlene would do. Before they could even leave the room, Shana's lips were already on mine, and my hands around her.