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I would like to thank Basil_Jelly, and crudebuster for helping me beta. They should have 
caught most of my errors, so anything you see is their fault :P Seriously they have 
improved the quality of the work and I appreciate their efforts, all for free.

This story is a sequel to my Bang in the New Year story.

This story contains Anal oral rimjob female/male/futanari


Bang in the Fourth of July
8 hours 12 minutes to write and edit 7593 words(not including title, or disclaimers)


"Happy fourth!" Jennifer said, carrying an offering of meat. A dozen thick foot long hot 
dogs she ordered special at the deli in one hand, and a pound of special preformed 
gourmet hamburger she purchased at the butcher's in the other. "We come bearing gifts!"

"Hey Jen, Paul, happy fourth!" Amy smiled, happy to have company. She had just had 
her outside porch redone, and wanted to show it off, and her new grill.

"Anywhere I can put these?" Paul asked, slamming down a case of Guinness, along with 
a twelve pack of wine coolers. He had a liter of silver rum in his front pocket too, he had 
been given the beer run duty.

"Oh, sorry, I tried calling earlier but I couldn't get through," Amy scratched her head.

"Why, what's up?" Jennifer asked concerned. 

"Well, it looks like it's just the three of us today, Mark and Joan decided to go to her 
parents, and Jesse decided to go off with her boyfriend on a romantic getaway," Amy had 
been planning this barbeque for weeks, and was disappointed that it was as of yet failing. 
If Paul and Jen had called out, she would have burst into tears.

"What the heck are we gonna do with all this booze?" Paul asked, just staring at it. He 
didn't plan on drinking heavily tonight, thirty six drinks and a liter of rum wasn't that 
much between seven people, but between three there was plenty enough for the three of 
them to get sloshed and have some for the next day.

"I don't know," Amy sighed.

"It's cool," Paul popped the cap off a Guinness with his key chain bottle opener, and took 
a quick swig. 

"There's a cooler and ice in the house," Amy pointed to the back entrance to the house on 
the porch with the spatula.

"I'll take care of it, leave the meat man in charge of the cooking," Jen grinned.

"Hey, I am the meat man, ok?" Paul bragged. "Let your tongue be the judge."

"Alright," Amy said, leaving the grill all to him. She would rather let him do all the work 
instead, so much less she had to do.

"Amy, where's the ice?" Jen asked from the top step of the porch.

"It's in the stove, second rack," Amy replied nonchalantly.

"What?" Jennifer hung her head crooked, wondering what the hell she meant.

"Where do you think it is silly? In the freezer maybe?" Amy laughed. Paul turned his 
head so his girlfriend would not see his chuckling.

"Oh ha-ha there," Jen said, opening the back door.

"Beautiful day for a B-B-Q," Paul filled the grill with charcoal briquettes, and then 
smoothed the pile evenly. "Got any lighter fluid?"

"Oh, shit, I forgot," Amy cursed.

"It's fine, gimme that box the beer came in," he pointed at the black and yellow beer box. 
"We'll just bend this a little bit, rip it here, and," he pulled his zippo lighter out of his 
pocket, and produced a flame. Dropping it into the pile of charcoal, it didn't take long for 
them to heat up.

"Alright, I got the ice," Jennifer treaded carefully down the steps onto the porch.

"You sure you don't want a hand?" Paul asked, putting his hand over the embers to 
protect them from the wind as they began to catch fire.

"No, I got it," Jennifer managed to make it down the narrow stairs easy enough.

"Put some of those beers on ice," Paul said, finishing off his first beer. "Hand me another 
one while you're at it."

"Geez, putting them down today huh?" Jen smacked him in the stomach.

"Why not? Got a three day weekend, I might as well enjoy myself," Paul reasoned. 'If 
it's just gonna be me here, I this might be the only way' he thought to himself.

"I thought you were gonna be the designated driver?" Jennifer asked, handing him a beer 
before putting the rest of them, along with the wine coolers, in the cooler.

"Oh, shit, that's right," he said, looking at the second beer bottle.

"You guys should spend the night!" Amy suggested cheerfully. "It's the most dangerous 
night of the year to drive, and the cops will ride your ass!"

"Maybe," Paul thought for a moment.

"You just want to get shit faced!" Jen complained disapprovingly.

"So do you!" he shot back.

"Speaking of that, did you get the rum?" Amy asked.

"Oh yeah, forgot about that," Paul produced the bottle out of his front pocket. "Here ya 
go, a bit warm though."

"It's fine, I'm gonna make daiquiris," Amy said cheerily.

"Ohh, daiquiris, that sounds good," Jennifer licked her lips.

"Why don't you two go make some girlie drinks and I'll take care of the man's work," 
Paul joked, putting on a fake macho voice.

"Oh please mister, us little girls don't know nothing about cookin meat," Jennifer joked, 
punching him in the arm. Paul winched but didn't bother to rub it, despite the fact it 
smarted.

"Oh men, let him play with the toy," Amy faked her disapproval. "I wanna drink!"

"Alright, calm down girl," Jennifer tried to put the brakes on her. The relationship was 
weird for a time, starting in January. 

During New Year's, she and Amy had gotten very drunk, and their boyfriends were gone 
for the night. After spilling a huge glass of wine all over Jen's body, the shorter woman 
ripped her pants and panties, and then undressed in front of her. Jennifer couldn't tell if it 
was the alcohol, her bisexuality, or just Amy's body, but her normally strong inhibitions 
dissolved that night.

At first, things were awkward between the two. The morning after she had tried to be as 
kind as possible, making breakfast and coffee, and explaining what happened. Amy was 
most relieved that she couldn't impregnate her, and that she was clean, from a venereal 
standpoint. But things were strange for a while. They didn't go to the gym anymore, she 
admitted that might have been for the best. They hadn't drunk together since either, 
something that Jen had decided on. She didn't want to lose Amy as a friend, and was 
already with Paul, even if she didn't love him yet, she didn't want to ruin two 
relationships, to perhaps have a chance at one. 

'At least Paul is here,' Jen looked over at him, already downing the second beer, 'Even if 
we have to sleep over.'

"Come on, I just found this great new recipe!" Amy dashed up the steps of the newly 
refurnished deck.

The 'new recipe' that Amy had found, was just a recipe for frozen daiquiris, or the 
addition of pulverized ice to the mix, a welcome choice to compliment the warm rum. 
The two made a whole pitcher of the frothy frozen concoction, and returned to the deck, 
where Paul had already begun cooking the hamburgers and steaks on the bottom grill, 
and wings on the top.

"And now we play the waiting game," Paul smiled, opening another beer.

"The waiting game sucks," Amy pouted, "let's play Hungry Hungry Hippos!"

"Oh god you two and the Simpsons references," Amy shook her head.

"MMM, beer," Paul grinned.

"God Paul, drinking enough?" Jen picked the bottle from out his hand.

"Oh lighten up Jen, it's a party!" Amy said, taking a deep gulp from her daiquiri. "MMM, 
besides, you two are spending the night, so don't worry about it." Amy grabbed Paul's 
bottle and returned it to its former owner, smiling amicably. In her mind they had already 
agreed to sleep over.

"Your just encouraging him," Jen took a sip of her drink from the large party cup, 
deciding that someone had to be responsible.

"Hey chill out, come over here," Paul said wrapping his arm around her, "Besides, I'm 
just working up a base of alcohol, that way I can just nurse a few throughout the day."

"God, that smells good," Amy inhaled deeply. "I haven't eaten anything all day!"

"It's almost one," Jen looked at her watch. "What were you thinking?"

"Oh I'll be fine," Amy drank another gulp from her cup. "The food will be ready in just a 
bit."

"A little longer than that," Paul surmised, after checking the meat. "But a drink isn't 
gonna hurt ya."

"Says you," Jen elbowed him in the stomach, spilling some of his beer on the deck, "You 
had a huge breakfast."

"So did you, so drink up!" Paul responded, licking the beer from his hands.

"Yeah drink up!" Amy chimed in.

"God what is this, some after school special? I'll drink how I want to thanks," Jen said 
sipping from her daiquiri. It was a good drink, kind of strong but the ice chilled her 
mouth to the sting of the alcohol. She had gone through Amy's refrigerator and found 
there wasn't much in besides creamer. If there was a two-liter of soda she might have had 
that instead.

"Time for the dogs," Paul said, opening the grill. "These suckers are gonna cook up nice, 
you want toasted buns?"

"Sure!" Jen smacked him hard on the ass, "But I don't think that you should sunbathe in 
the nude honey."

"Oh saucy," he said, kissing her on the lips. "But seriously?"

"Yeah, toast my buns," Amy looked away, seeing couples were still a sore point for her.

"Okey dokey," He said, grabbing the plastic bag of hamburger and hot dog buns. "Got 
any butter?"

"Yeah, it's in the fridge, why?" Amy raised an eyebrow as she asked.

"Put a little butter on the buns, it'll make them taste sweeter," Paul answered. Growing 
up he had worked at a hot dog stand in the summer times, and made some decent money 
off of it, primarily because the girl at the counter was cute and they split the tips. 

"I'll get it, I have to go to the little girl's room," Jennifer began to climb up the stairs, her 
athletic body bouncing up and down each step. Paul watched her, like most men he 
couldn't help examining a woman's backside, even if he had enjoyed it plenty of times. 

He noticed that Amy was watching too, and began to wonder about her; more specifically 
the instance after the New Years when the relationship between the two of them had 
changed. He didn't want to admit to himself that his girl might cheat on him. Unlike other 
men, he felt odd about threesomes. It was one thing if it was just a couple random women 
on a one-night stand, but seeing someone that he cared about in a relationship being with 
another person was something that made him jealous. 

One of his larger inadequacies about being a man in a relationship with a bisexual 
girlfriend was that he knew he could not satisfy her desire for women. Especially with her 
added appendage. Oh, he was willing to allow her to take him, and would do things with 
his mouth or ass some consider to be gay, but in the end he did not have breasts, or a 
vagina, and no amount of conceding in the sack would change that.

Knowing he could not change things, he decided another beer was in order. He grinned to 
himself as he recalled the Simpson's poster he had in his bedroom, Homer Simpson in his 
underwear with the subtitle 'Beer, now there's a temporary solution'. He noticed that 
Amy had finished off her large daiquiri, and was going for her second one already, on an 
empty stomach. 

Ten minutes later the backdoor finally reopened. "Found it!" Jennifer raised the butter 
over her head.

"What took you so long?" Amy asked.

"Do you really want to know?" Jennifer raised her eyebrow.

"Eww, no," Amy drank again.

"I do," Paul joked. "Anyways too late, everything is almost done."

"Geez, did you cook enough meat?" Jen asked.

"As I recall, I am the meat man, and I think everyone here likes meat," he reasoned, 
thinking that his double entendre was clever as he handed out plates.

"Oh my god, look at that huge hot dog," Amy grabbed the tongs and plunked one on a 
bun. She quickly added a little ketchup then took a long bite of out of. 

"So, you like Jen's foot long do you?" Paul asked, half jokingly.

"Oh my god, it's so good!" Amy said, not quite following him. "It's so thick and juicy, it 
must have plumped up when you cooked it!"

"Yeah, Jennifer's meat gets nice and big when it's hot," Paul tried to hide his grin in the 
mouth of his beer bottle.

"Oh my god, I didn't mean that!" Amy said, embarrassed. 

"Didn't mean what?" Paul asked, his not so clever trap had apparently succeeded.

"I mean, oh god, just never mind," Amy said, silencing her mouth with more of the hot 
dog. 

"It is good," Paul started in on a hot dog of his own, still contemplating just what had 
gone on.

The three of them overindulged in the heat of the day, the sun was oppressive. They were 
able to consume almost a pound of hamburger, a half dozen hot dogs, an impressive steak 
each, and twelve of two-dozen wings before the sun began to set.

More importantly, they had overindulged in alcohol. Jennifer was drinking the least, but 
she had a good buzz going on by sunset. Paul was more than half in the bag, and Amy 
was almost drunk. If she hadn't eaten so much, she would probably have passed out. At 
Jennifer's insistence, she drank a liter of bottled water. Of course, her insistence was that 
it would allow her to stay up longer, and drink longer, just a clever lie to get the drunken 
girl to acquiesce.

"Ugh, I can't believe I ate that much," Amy said, her body slung over the chair. "We, we 
should put the rest of that away, or, or else like strays or something will come get it."

"Yeah, yeah we should," Paul said, looking at Jen.

"Why do I have to do it?" Jen asked.

"I didn't say that," Paul's eyes hinted over at Amy, "but who do you want to run up and 
down the stairs?"

"Fine!" Jennifer stood up, feeling a head rush. 'Maybe I did have a bit too much…or a 
meat hangover' she wondered.

"Hey how about another pitcher of daiquiris?" Amy's hand, slung over the deck chair 
tried to hand the pitcher to her, almost loosing grip of it.

"I think you've had plenty," Jennifer sighed, "Besides we're outta ice."

"Oh no!" Amy said, her voice carrying the importance of a more serious instance. "We, 
we gotta go get more!"

"We are not getting any more, none of us can drive," Jen displayed that expertly as she 
tripped over a potted plant, nearly falling onto the steps. 

"Damn," Amy said, watching Jennifer bounce up and down the stairs on the way back to 
the refrigerator. Paul looked at her well toned backside going up and down the stairs, 
noticing that Amy was watching as well, she had a lusty look on her eyes, even licking 
her lips, before hanging her head.

"How's Randy doing?" Amy asked, grabbing a wine cooler. There were still plenty of 
alcoholic beverages, but Amy had enjoyed the daiquiris she had made. 

"Oh, he's, he's doing alright," Paul stared into his bottle wishing there were a better 
answer to her query. 

"That's, that's good for him," Amy said, pouring half the contents of the wine cooler 
down her throat. "That's good for him." she wiped some of the spilling drops from her 
lips with her hand.

"Okay, I got the freezer bags," Jen said, taking each step carefully. "Once I get 
everything bagged up, we shouldn't have unwanted guests."

"So, is, is he seeing anyone else?" Amy asked, finishing the remaining wine cooler.

"Amy, don't do this to yourself," Jennifer said, as she wrapped up the meat.

"Oh, uh, yeah, yeah he is," Paul didn't want to hurt her feelings. The truth was that he 
was really happy with his new girlfriend, even talking about a serious committal, which 
was the reason that he had broken up with Amy. Because of Jennifer's closeness to her, 
he had to choose Amy over Randy, but since the two worked together, it wasn't as though 
he could ignore him forever.

"Oh, good, good for him," she tried to keep her eyes dry, taking a deep sniff. 

"Oh Amy don't do that to yourself," Jennifer pat her on the shoulder.

"I had to find out sometime, I'm okay," Amy lied, taking a deep breath. "I'm okay."

"Okay," Jennifer wasn't going to challenge her right now. Drunk and sad made for an 
ugly crying session. With arms full of plastic baggies of food, she made her way up the 
porch stairs. "I'll be right back."

Paul watched her body again, and noticed that for a third Amy was watching Jennifer go 
up the stairs. 

"So, what do you think about Jen?" Paul asked.

"Huh? Oh, she's one of my best friends," Amy sighed. The continued talk about Randy 
had made her sad, and she decided that the sobering feeling was something that she had 
to change. Another wine cooler was a step towards that.

"She's great," Paul admitted. 

"Yeah, sometimes I wish that she wasn't already involved," Amy said hastily. 

"Yeah," Paul popped another beer, as his old one was warm. It was an odd statement, but 
he wanted to see where it was going to continue. "Yeah I can see that." 

"Jen's a one in a million kind of girl," Amy wasn't even remarking on the woman's foot 
long cock. 

"You're telling me," Paul was still searching for answers, and his alcohol-induced 
interest was only making him more inquisitive. "But I didn't know that you were, well, 
you know, that way."

"What? Well, I'm not," Amy said, "I mean, it's not like just any girl I would be with, but 
Jennifer, she's unique."

"I'll drink to that!" he said, clanking his bottle against hers.

"Ever since Randy dumped me, god I just wished I had someone, someone nice and 
funny and caring like Jen," Amy sighed, and took a hard swig from the bottle.

"And she's a demon in the sack," Paul dangled the worm out there, seeing if the fish 
would bite.

"Hell yeah she is!" Amy said, not even realizing the weight of the statement. 

"Huh," Paul sat back in his chair for a second, not really knowing how to deal with the 
situation. Most guys would have been drooling to hear stories about their girlfriend being 
with another girl. But he was starting to feel jealous, and angry.

"Alright, I'm back," Jen announced.

"Huh, you know hon, Amy just told me the most interesting thing," Paul said, drinking 
deeply from his beer.

"Oh, she did?" Jennifer tried to ask innocently, worried deeply.

"Well, it turns out you're a demon in the sack," Paul said plainly.

"Oh shit, I, fuck," Amy said, realizing the confession she made.

"So she told you huh?" Jen sighed. She had managed to keep it secret from him for so 
long. She knew he had every right to yell at her, to bitch her up and down the street, to 
dump her and leave her on the curb. She might have done the exact same thing to him if 
he cheated on her.

"Yes," was the only word thing he said.

"I'm so sorry, it's, it's all my fault," Amy tried to take the blame for everything. 

"What…what happened?" Paul asked, polishing off the beer before taking another. He 
looked at the cooler; surprised to see the bottles floating in the icy water was less than a 
dozen.

"I got drunk and started pawing her," Amy was doing everything that she could to reduce 
her friend's involvement in the affair, she didn't want to destroy their relationship. "As 
soon as I found out that she was packing a dick in her pants. When she was changing I 
barged in and jumped her bones."

"Is that what happened?" Paul asked, popping yet another drink. 

"No, it was my fault," Jennifer said, sitting next to her. The chair that had seemed so 
comfortable not fifteen minutes ago now seemed to be the chair of the accused.

"Why?" he asked, pouring the beer down his throat. It didn't sit well in his stomach, but 
unlike many beers that had more carbonation, he was able to keep it down. 

"Look I was drunk and I know it's no good reason but," Jen tried to explain herself.

"No, why did you keep it all a secret? Why didn't you tell me a thing?" he finished the 
beer and grabbed another, all averting looking at Jennifer or Amy other than peripherally. 

"I, there's no good reason. I fucked up. I didn't want to admit it to you, because I didn't 
know what was going to happen, I didn't know how it was going to change things, ok?" 
Jen knew her explanation sounded lame, but also was aware there wasn't much else she 
could do about it.

"Yeah, yeah you fucked up," he sighed, dropping his beer, and making a mess. He went 
back into the house, for what he did not know. The bathroom was the most logical 
destination he needed to relieve himself. 

When he exited, Jennifer was waiting for him in the kitchen, while Amy had gone into 
the living room, to give them space, but still keep an ear open. 

"So, now what?" Jen asked.

"I don't know," Paul sighed, wishing he had brought more alcohol. "I just don't fucking 
know. I just don't know how I can trust you now. But I don't want to lose you either."

"What if you cheated on me?" Jennifer was willing to let him do the same, even though it 
would hurt her as well.

"What good would that make?" Paul shook his head. "No, it doesn't mean a thing."

"It would make us even," she offered weakly.

"No, it wouldn't," he scratched his head.

"What…what if…" Amy stood in the doorway, head still swimming in the alcohol, 
"What if we…slept together?" 

"What?" Paul asked.

"It wouldn't be cheating," Amy said, "Because you'd be with her, but you could still 
sleep with me, so it would make you two even."

"Why would you even suggest a thing like that?" Jen asked.

"Well, look, I never imagined that our night together might ruin your relationship, I've 
already fucked my own up, and I couldn't imagine doing that to your relationship as well. 
If I can help, then let me," Amy said, gaining confidence from voicing her good 
intentions. "Besides, if I can save your relationship, maybe someday I can save my own." 

"What do you think?" Jen would agree to anything besides being tied up and whipped 
right now. 

"I don't know," Paul sighed. Amy was a good looking girl, not a gorgeous film star but 
she had a cute girl next door quality to her, and she was skinny, with sizeable breasts. Not 
as big as Jen's but they looked larger on her smaller carriage. 

"Come on, I haven't had a good lay," Amy began to say 'since New Year's Eve' but 
stopped herself, "Since Randy dumped me. I could use the company in my bed. I promise 
Paul, I won't do anything with Jen without you knowing, please I'm the reason that this is 
fucked up, let me fix it."

"I won't touch her unless you say it's okay," Jen said, trying to reinforce Amy's 
statement. "What do you think about it?"

"I, I don't know," Paul sighed. "I'm not really in the mood right now, after hearing all of 
this."

"What about this?" Amy asked, kissing Jennifer on the lips. Jen was taken by surprise, 
but her body loosened up slowly. Amy's tongue escaped her lips, licking eagerly Jen's 
lips. Jen's mouth opened wide and accepted her tongue as the two swapped saliva. The 
two kissed for a moment before breaking their embrace. "Is that doing anything for you?"

"Wow," Paul was surprised at how erotic he found the two of them kissing. It wasn't just 
that the two of them were kissing, it was that he knew that he was welcome, that he 
wasn't being excluded from joining.

"Come on," Amy said, grasping either of their hands in her own, as she led them upstairs 
to the bedroom. Amy just had to have the largest bed, she loved to roll around when she 
slept, and hated sharing the blanket. She jumped face first onto the bed, regretting it 
shortly when her stomach churned a bit from all the alcohol and barbequed food. Her 
bedroom was nothing spectacular, just a large bed in the middle, a dresser on one side 
and a TV on the other, all in green, her favorite color. The only notable thing was the 
huge bedroom window she had put in special, she loved the view and there was no one 
for quite a long while, so there was no fear of peeping Toms. She looked up at the couple, 
they both seemed lukewarm about the prospect.

"Come on, the bed's fine," she said, patting on either side of her. She was willing to be 
the meat in their sandwich. Jen was the first to agree to sit down, easing herself unlike her 
friend had. Amy turned her head quickly and began to kiss her again, patting the side of 
the bed next to hers, hoping that it would prove an inviting destination for Paul.

It did, Paul sat down next to her, and her hand moved from the bedspread to his pants, her 
small and dainty hands working their way up the denim material, feeling his half erect 
trouser monster. She needed a bit of help to spring it free, with her face buried in Jen's 
she could not see the zipper well enough, and the alcohol was affecting her as well. Their 
kiss broken, Amy turned her attention towards Paul, taking just enough time to breath 
before kissing him deeply. Paul felt strange making out with another woman as his 
girlfriend watched, but it was erotic nonetheless, and he couldn't help but get hard. Amy 
kissed differently, it wasn't better or worse, but it was just different, and it was a 
welcome change. His hand reached down, helping hers her unzip his pants 

Jennifer, who was waiting her turn as a part of the audience was shimmying on the bed, 
working her skirt and panties down. It wasn't a comfortable as it sounds, she loved 
wearing tight clothing to showcase all the hours that she spent at the gym. She was 
experiencing the same strange feeling at seeing Amy and Paul together, but she wanted to 
make sure that he felt comfortable, that he could trust her again. Her yellow top was the 
next to come off, it had been bothering her, again a tight piece of clothing to show off her 
body. She shed her bra, the last remaining clothing she was wearing as she looked at 
Amy, still making out with Paul, now stroking his nine-inch cock up and down slowly. 
She couldn't help but begin to get hard at the sight.

"My turn," Jen said, kneeling down on the carpeted floor between his legs. She grasped 
on the purple head of his hard member, teasing the tip with her tongue running it along 
the underside. She knew that he loved this; it drove him crazy without spoiling the rest. 
She could hear Amy drunkenly disrobing, shedding her clothing with a bit of trouble. 

Jen cupped his balls, they always seemed heavy, and he had to work late last night, she 
had already been sleeping. She knew he was going to be ready for quite a night. She 
opened her lips, just barely enough to accept him, her lips running taut. 

"Don't forget me," Amy announced, she had completely disrobed. She was able to work 
her body below Jen's; the two of them were working so close they could feel each other's 
breath. Amy's tongue began to lick the underside of Paul's cock, while Jen's tongue 
continued to play with the tip of his cock, creating a sandwiched double blowjob. Amy 
swallowed more of his thick meat, her tongue still running along the underside of his 
cock, working him up the way he liked it. 

Amy's had begun only massaging his balls, but she became bolder with each flick of the 
tongue. Opening her mouth wide she took one in her mouth, sucking on it gently as her 
tongue encircled an outline. After teasing one of his swollen balls she changed, working 
on the next in the same manner. She could feel the shaft of his meat contract upward as 
she tugged down on his orchises. Once both were lubricated enough she ran her hand 
under the shaft, grasping the balls right at the start of the sack. Opening wide she was 
able to take both his heavy balls in her mouth with little effort. Her tongue reached up 
towards the base of his shaft, creating the strangest but hottest wet tingling sensation. It 
was the first time that he had enjoyed a teabagging combined with Jennifer's skillful 
playing of his skin flute it didn't take him long.

"Oh, oh god," he said, in between heavy pants, "I'm, I'm gonna cum!" he groaned. 
Jennifer pulled her head back, continuing to jerk him off. Paul had a perfect target to aim 
for, as normally Jennifer didn't allow this. He huffed as he felt a rush of orgasmic energy 
rush through his body, his cock began to unload its heavy load of cum all over Jen's face. 
The first shot of cum his Jennifer straight in the eye, she was barely able to blink in time. 
It felt different, so much stronger with Amy's mouth wrapped around his balls, keeping 
him at the height of pleasure. He plastered Jennifer's face with hot white sticky cum, 
emptying every last drop. He leaned back, huffing and puffing in his post orgasm 
exhaustion.

Jen stood up, half blinded by her boyfriend's cum, as she stared around the room, trying 
to find something to wipe the spunk off with. Amy seemed to almost read her mind as she 
went to the television, where she had a box of tissues. Jen sat down on the bed, next to 
the heaving Paul, and began to wipe off his cum. Amy lied down next to her, but she 
wasn't that interested in helping her with her semen problem, at least not the one on her 
face. Resting her head on her friend's stomach, Amy began to go to work.

While servicing him orally, Jennifer couldn't help but begin to harden downstairs as well. 
Jennifer's cock was the reason that Amy had cheated on her boyfriend in the first place. It 
seemed so strange and unreal, but she found out quickly that not only was it real, it was 
fantastic.

Her lips wrapped slowly around her throbbing, her mouth was slightly drying after 
teabagging Paul but she persisted. She was still amazed that there wasn't a set of balls 
under the shaft, but in a way she liked it. No balls meant no real sperm, and it meant she 
couldn't become pregnant, even without a condom. 

Jen forgot the about the semen on her face, once she had wiped away the gunk that had 
been blinding her, she threw her head back, ignoring the white swimmers as they dried on 
her face. Amy had a mouth that didn't seem to quit, even after pleasing Paul she was still 
willing and able to service Jennifer. Her hot and wet lips wrapped around her meat, 
lightly lubricating it as she leaned down, sucking off the top third of her cock. Her tongue 
showed no signs of fatigue, it seemed to be everywhere all at once. Amy didn't want to 
attempt a deep throat, at twelve inches in length it was far too long, and she didn't want 
to test her gag reflexes after a day of drinking.

Paul finally recovered from his treatment, and turned over to watch his girlfriend being 
sucked off by her friend. His cock, still sensitive post orgasm was beginning to harden 
again just at the sight. He was starting to wonder if this hadn't all been a plan, but gave 
up on that idea. He was over his petty jealousy, now he would have to work on trust 
alone. For now, he just wanted to enjoy this rare kind of occasion.

He leaned down, crouching slightly on the edge of the bed, and began to lick the outer 
lips of Jen's shaved, pink wetness. He watched gleefully the close up view of Amy giving 
oral sex, while he began to eat her out. Since she didn't have a clit, it was a different 
experience eating her out. Instead of focusing on the small nub of the clit, it was instead a 
matter of paying attention to the tender and delicate outer lips of the labia, slowly he 
would take one into his mouth and suckle upon it gently, running his tongue along the 
edge. It always drove her wild. His index, and middle straightened erect, and he slowly 
began to push them into her tight body, feeling her already wet with anticipation. His 
pinky finger straightened, as he pushed the small digit into the pink entrance to her 
backside, burying his hand to the knuckle. 

"Oh god, I'm, oh shit!" Jen announced her orgasm with a scream. Paul's finger filling her 
did the trick, it was always enough to push her over the edge. Her mind seemed to 
explode with orgasmic pleasure. Amy's head pulled back at the first creamy white jet of 
her fluid shot into her mouth, it tasted different from any other man's did, not salty but 
sweet, with a tangy taste. Her tongue continued to tease the head while her hand stroked 
the shaft, coaxing as much of her cum as she could out. The thin fluid continued to her 
mouth, before dribbling onto Jen's stomach, forming a small sticky pool. Jen's orgasm 
didn't seem to subside, she could feel her body pulse around his fingers, squeezing with 
each contraction, almost like a mini orgasm.

"Shit!" Jennifer shouted, finally coming down from her orgasm. "That was fucking 
fantastic!"

"My turn!" Amy announced, rolling over the two's body, almost banging Paul in the 
head. She looked at them and concluded, "It's only fair."

"She has a point," Paul said, moving about a foot to the left. His job was relatively 
unchanged; instead of eating out Jen, he was eating out Amy. What had changed was 
now he wasn't the only person who was there. While Amy had been suckling on the head 
of Jen, she had been a foot away. Now Jen's face was just inches from his own, her long 
blond hair was falling onto his body, tickling his shoulders with her slight movements. 

Jennifer began to focus at the top of her public mound, more specifically just below it and 
latched her lips on her friend's clit. When she had made love with women she always 
remarked on the small size of the nub, it seemed so insignificant compared to her own, or 
a normal man's penis, but such a small and tiny spot of flesh made for so much pleasure. 
Her tongue glided along, teasing the delicate skin. 

Content that Jen was already going to take care of the tender pink slit, Paul decided 
instead to focus his attention down lower. His vision, obscured as it was, could not tell at 
first, but he was happy to find out, that Amy had washed herself beforehand. His tongue 
pushed deep into the tight puckered entrance to her porta, getting a little pleasure as he 
felt her body writhe and buck in response to his unannounced entry. She clamped down 
on his tongue at first, but Jennifer's tongue managed to sooth her tension, and she slowly 
eased, allowing for the tongue-lashing she was receiving.

Jennifer rarely ate a girl out anymore, she got little pleasure from rimming Paul, and only 
did so to help lubricate the eventual anal sex between the two. There was something 
different about eating a girl out, tasting the sweet nectar from a woman's loving orifice 
was a duty she hadn't done since their last time together, and that was the first time in 
longer than she could remember. 

Paul could tell from the bucking of her body and the whimpers from her mouth that she 
was getting close. He pulled his tongue out of her, slowly licking upward. His tongue met 
with Jennifer's, the two were both tongue fucking her tight hole, his supping the nectar 
that dripped forth, pushing upward, inward with each motion. Jennifer's tongue glided 
teasingly over the nub of her clit, dragging the length across in a long motion before 
pushing it into her, meeting her boyfriend's tongue. The two ceased to be eating Amy out 
anymore, now they were kissing passionately, their lips were in the French kiss of Amy's 
labia.

Amy didn't bother announcing her orgasm, unlike the two she didn't find it necessary. 
Her mind was reeling, still in the alcoholic haze of the night, combined with the furious 
tongue fucking going on inside of her was too much. She gushed juices, flooding their 
tongues. Her body was shaking from the pleasure of the massive orgasm, shaking her 
down to her foundations. But it didn't stop there, they continued to eat her out and it felt 
like her body was in a constant state of mini orgasm. Every moment felt like she was 
right there, just coasting along peaks of pleasure, barely dipping down before reaching 
the next climax. 

Amy finally dragged her body up, watching as the two who had been kissing inside of her 
continued to do so, just without needing her insides to act as the catalyst.

"Oh my god, that was crazy!" Amy said. She wondered if it was just to herself, so she 
tapped on Jen's shoulder, which didn't seem to stop her from what she was doing. "Oh 
come on! That's gotta be killing his neck to angle his head like that!"

"She's right," Paul said, picking himself up. 

"It's not the first time tonight," Amy pointed out. 

"Well now what?" Paul looked at the two beauties, Amy lying naked on the bed, Jennifer 
on her hands and knees, eagerly awaiting something, but what that was he couldn't say.

"Well, I think it's only fair that you get a crack at her," Jen pointed out.

"Oh, that's fair is it?" Amy asked.

"Oh yes, it seems fair. But I don't want to go without either. You thinking what I'm 
thinking?" Jen looked at Paul and began to grasp her cock. 

"Anal?" Amy wasn't quite ready for that idea.

"Anal!" Jen said happily. It was one of the things she enjoyed, both giving and receiving.

"Whoa wait up, there is no way I am taking that up my ass," Jen pointed at Amy's 
monstrous cock.

"Who said you was taking this?" Jen asked, feeling the blood rushing to her member. 

"Wait a minute," Amy's eyes darted back and forth between the two.

"Dee-Pee" Jen smiled.

"Wha?" Amy wasn't really following the conversation, the sex and the booze was getting 
to her.

"Double penetration, I get your puss, and he gets the butt," Jen laughed at her crudeness. 
She lay down on top of Amy, kissing her deeply before grabbing her shoulders and 
turning her around.

"Wait, wait!" Amy shouted, feeling Paul's body come from behind towards hers. "In, the 
top drawer, get the Astroglide!" she pointed to the dresser. Paul managed to find it 
quickly. 

He undid the pop off top, and poured a liberal amount of the greasy stuff, smearing it all 
over his cock, and worked his fingers, coated with the lubricant, inside of her puckered 
asshole.

"Now, let's get this party started!" Jen shouted, her hips pushing forward, savoring the 
tight feelings as she penetrated Amy. Her pussy was soaked, thanks to their combined 
tongues, but her body was nevertheless tight. 

Amy wondered if Jen had gotten any larger since their last meeting. She buried her face 
in Jen's breasts, the soft yet large pillowly bosoms with the hard small nipples took her 
mind off of any pain, however slight, that Jennifer's size was causing.

Paul grinned as he watched the show from behind. His hands grasped one each onto the 
small globes of Amy's ass, lifting and spreading them apart as he aimed his cock head at 
the entrance. He teased the outside, rubbing the tip of his body in small circular motions, 
enjoying the massaging action that Jennifer was creating with her constant motion. 

He finally plunged in, pushing the first two inches of his cock all at once. While Jennifer 
may have beaten him in the length department, he had more than an inch in girth, and he 
could certainly feel it as he pushed up inside Amy's backside. He was glad she had 
suggested the lubrication, he didn't know if he would be able to make any headway 
otherwise. His thrusts were slow and methodical, unlike Jen.

Jennifer was taking no time, quickly thrusting herself in and out of Amy. Her small rapid 
movements were allowing her to make her progress quicker, her body slowly accepting 
the large organ. She had no desire to hurt her friend, merely a lust to take her properly, 
and believed that this was the easiest and most painless way of achieving her goal.

Amy was just happy to be in the middle, her body at first was tense, having difficulty 
taking the two of them at once. She could feel the two organs, one of them would be large 
enough to most people but together they were stretching her body to the limit. It wasn't a 
painful stretch, it was just hard for her body to accept it, but she knew neither would do 
her any harm, they would just do her. She could feel the two stiff cocks rubbing up 
against each other inside of her, and just the thought almost made her came. 

Paul knew he had reached the point that Amy's body had sufficiently eased, and that he 
could begin to make love in earnest. One of the things he loved most about having anal 
sex was the tightness, the sensations of taking the tightest possible hole was one of his 
favorite sexual acts he had enjoyed. His slow pace quickened, he took the bottle of 
astroglide and doused his penis with it, creating a gooey and wet sensation all around 
him, only making the anal sex easier as her body relaxed. 

Amy grunted, she could feel both of cocks filling her all the way. Paul stopped for a 
moment, and she relished the feeling of being fully penetrated that way, she had never 
felt a cock that thick in her life. Jennifer was speedier, fast penetrating moves like a 
jackhammer, filling her completely before retracting a moment later, only moving the 
smallest amount but the sensation against her vaginal walls was indescribable.

Paul followed Jennifer's suit, he could feel the sensations of her cock rubbing against the 
base of his. Their bodies doused in sweat, the three made for cogs in a sexual machine, 
each action with a proper reaction and a proper purpose, a proper function. Paul's larger 
and slower moving body was stretching Amy to the max, while Jennifer's flightier 
movements brought her to the edge of ecstasy, constantly teetering on the brink of 
cumming.

The combined shrieks of pleasure could have formed a choir of orgasmic pleasure, loud 
voices formed together to signal their simultaneous orgasm. Amy shrieked the loudest, 
not only was she cumming the hardest that she had ever in her life, but she was doing it 
while being penetrated doubly. Her body clamped and convulsed around their cocks, 
making her already mind shattering orgasm even stronger. Her muscles couldn't contract 
around their massive girths that did not let up. 

Jennifer grasped the bed sheets as she pushed herself forward in one impaling penetrating 
thrust, pressed up against the womb of Amy before filling her with a torrent of cum. She 
thought she might black out from the pleasure, Amy's already tight body became like a 
vice, squeezing every last possible drop of her cum that she could. Jennifer had never felt 
so drained before.

Paul groaned, Amy's tight backdoor clamped down on him so taut he could barely cum. 
His ejaculate had to force its way out, filling her bowels with his thick semen in short 
spurts, prolonging the pleasure of his orgasm and magnitude of their force as they shot 
deeply inside of her. 

The three fell into a piled mess, exhausted from their lovemaking. Jennifer turned to her 
side, looking towards the window.

"Hey, the fireworks are starting," she said, in her exhaustion she seemed more inebriated 
than when she had been drinking.

"Oh god, no," Amy sighed, lying down. "No more tonight, please."

"She's right, I'm spent," Paul let out a deep sigh. 

"No, look!" she pointed at the huge bedroom window. "The fireworks are starting."

"Oh yeah," Amy grinned. "Happy Fourth of July guys."

"Happy Independence Day," Jen rested a pillow under her head.

"What a way to celebrate freedom," Paul laughed.


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