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This is the conclusion to Bang in the Yulelog. Not necessary to read it, but it couldn't 
hurt. Another one day story. Enjoy.


Bang in the Proposal



Amy nervously sat in the coffee shop. Well it wasn't really a coffee shop. It was just a 
Dunkin Donuts, but it was technically a shop that sold coffee. She drank her coffee, 
checking up every other second.

Just a week ago, she had another wild threesome with her best friend, Jennifer, and her 
boyfriend Paul. Or perhaps she should call him her fiancé. That night he had shown her 
the rock she was going to give Jen, and it was a doozie. It was too perfect.

But he hadn't given it to her. At least, she hadn't been told, and she knew Jen. Jen would 
be calling everyone and their grandmother to brag about the rock, and sending high 
quality pictures to everyone with her digital camera…after sending out the pics from her 
cell phone, of course.

Then this afternoon at work, Paul called her up, and Amy couldn't tell…why. She had 
always felt this animosity between the two of them, and she knew exactly why. 

'I'm the 'other guy'' She thought to herself. 

"Hey," Paul said from behind, startling her slightly.

"Oh, hey, what's up?" Amy asked, trying to steady herself.

"Nothing, want to go for a ride?" he asked, a little sourly.

"Well, yeah, I guess so," she said, following him out to the exit.

"We'll take my ride, I'll drive you back," he said, waving towards his Prius. 

"Okay," Amy said, wondering just what this was all about. She checked her cell phone, 
just to be safe. Paul was nice enough, but a girl could never be too careful. 

She climbed into the cold car, thankful for the hot coffee in her hands to keep them 
warm.

"So, what's up? Did you pop the question yet?" Amy asked, wondering if he wanted her 
to be a part of the whole proposal.

"No," he said glumly.

"What? Come on, Paul, what is the freaking hold up?" she asked, imitating Krusty the 
Clown from their mutual favorite show, the Simpsons, as she tried to lighten up the 
mood.

"Look, it's…it's just complicated," he said, pulling out of the parking lot. He didn't 
really have anywhere to drive, so he just went aimlessly.

"What's so complicated?" She asked.

"The night I was going to ask her to marry me, her cum was still drying in your pussy," 
he said, with more force and anger than he had intended.

"What?" Amy asked, extremely offended. She had never been spoken to this way, and 
hadn't ever heard him talk like this.

"I'm…I'm sorry," he said with a sigh, taking a turn. Amy didn't accept his apology. She 
didn't think he had warranted it.

"Look, it's just…it's hard for me, ok? But I shouldn't have said that, and I am sorry. Just, 
it's hard to be in a relationship like this," he said, waiting at a light impatiently. He had 
nowhere to go really, but he was still in a hurry to get there.

"Can you imagine being in a relationship, where you can never really satisfy your 
partner? Oh sure, I can do this and that. I don't have to describe to you the mechanics of 
physical lovemaking. But still, I don't have what you have. I can never satisfy her 
sexually, without a vagina," he said, rubbing his forehead.

"I, I'm sorry," Amy said, suddenly feeling very guilty about her role in their relationship. 
She hadn't ever really meant to be the other man. To her it was a giddy sexual thrill, her 
first real lesbian experience, and her first threesome. With enough alcohol to wash away 
her modesty, she was willing to jump in the fray and really enjoy herself. But she hadn't 
considered, or really given enough concern, to Paul's side.

"It's not your fault. I know it. But I blame you, and that's not right. What I said back 
there was wrong, and I admit it," he said, taking another turn. He looked at a restaurant, 
wondering if he should go get a bite to eat.

"I accept your apology," Amy said with a nod, now satisfied with his apology, and 
feeling as though she should apologize herself.

"It's making me have all of these second thoughts," he said, tapping his foot.

"Paul, I promise that I won't sleep with Jen ever again, if that's what you want. I won't 
lay a hand on her, I promise. I never cheated with her, besides the first time," Amy said, 
speaking from honesty. She cared too much about Jen to ruin her friend's relationship.

"No, it's not that. Actually it's the opposite of that," Paul said, checking the clock. He 
was going to have to come up with an excuse for showing up late. 

"What?" Amy asked, confused. 'Is he asking me…?'

"Amy, I trust you. I do. I trust Jen too. I know that the two of you are both grown women, 
and I can't force you to do anything. But I know that right now, I'm in the middle of a lot 
of stuff I'm trying to deal with," he said, making another turn as he drove around, going 
nowhere fast.

"My question is this, and I know that it's unfair of me to ask it. Can we share her?" he 
said, stopping at a red light, unintentionally adding to the suspense of the moment.

"What?" Amy asked, shaking her head to make sure that she had heard that one right.

"Can we share Jen? Can you provide what I never can? Can you be there for her?" he 
asked, slowly revving his car up as the light went green. "I know that it's unfair of me to 
ask. I still want to marry her, and to be her husband. I want to be the father of her 
children. And I don't know how it would work either. Moving in with each other, just 
playing around on the weekend, following her whims and her desires," he said, stopping 
at a stop sign, and resting his head on the wheel.

"Wow, I just…wow," she said, not sure how to answer the question.

"I know that it's a lot to ask, but you're the only woman that I know I can trust to ask 
this. And if you don't want to just tell me. I just don't know who else to ask? How can 
you ask someone, can you fuck my hermaphroditic wife? Can you be the surrogate 
vagina to the relationship, so that she can be satisfied?" he sighed.

"You really care about her," Amy said, avoiding eye contact as she tried to consider this 
all. 

"I do, more than I can say. And I'm at this point where I keep doubting myself, where I 
don't know what to do with the woman I love. So I'm forced to drive around in the dark, 
asking questions that should never be asked, to someone who should never have to 
answer them," he said, frustrated enough as it was. He had spent almost a week just 
building up the courage to actually pop this question.

"How would this even work?" Amy asked, genuinely considering it.

"I don't know," Paul said flatly. "I mean, I obviously haven't even talked to her about it 
yet. But if she agrees…I don't know. Do we live together, and share a bed? Or do we go 
to each other's place during the weekends?" 

"Do we become Mormons?" Amy asked, trying to improve the atmosphere. She had 
considered for a while. If it were just the sex, it would be one thing, but it wasn't just 
coordinating when they were going to have sex. 

"I don't know, I don't have any answers," Paul said, evidently not taking her joke 
humorously. 

"Look, we, we can figure this out. I'm not going to say that I'll be here forever. But for 
now, I love the time that we share together. Not just me and Jen, but the three of us. I'm 
willing to be a part of this. I can't say that I'm going to live with you forever, but for 
now, if it will make Jen happy, I'm in," Amy said, putting her hand on Paul's. 

"You mean it?" he asked, smiling faintly.

"Yeah, I mean it. It's not like I'm going to be a sex slave, or sleeping at the foot of your 
bed. We can do this, if you want, and it doesn't have to be anything permanent. It doesn't 
mean that we have to be together forever. Maybe we'll just do sleepovers, or have some 
wild weekends together. Maybe we'll get together for holidays or whatever. We'll figure 
it out. I'm in, but why are you asking me to do this all?" Amy said, turning the table on 
him.

"A few reasons. The first one is that like I said, I trust you. I know with you, I don't have 
to worry about Jen running off on me with someone else. And going to find someone new 
and explain to them just how unique Jen is would be hard, to put it mildly. Then there's 
the fact that I know you. I'm accustomed to you. It goes beyond just trust, I've seen you 
and Jen together, and I've lived with it for almost a year, and known about it for almost 
half a year. And then there's one more reason," he said, smirking again.

"What's that?" Amy asked.

"We're throwing a little private party for New Years. I figure that would be the best time 
to reveal everything," Paul said, smiling happily for the first time in a while.

*

Paul couldn't remember having stopped smiling since yesterday's car ride with Amy. Jen 
had noticed the change in his demeanor, but didn't want to question him why, for fear 
that she would ruin it.

"So what do you think for tonight, beer or hard stuff?" Jen asked, holding two bottles.

"Hmmm, I think I'll go with the hard stuff tonight," he said, picking the bottle up and 
examining it. Tanqueray, a nice dry gin so he wouldn't wake up with a hangover.

"Getting drunk again tonight?" Jen asked, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Well it is New Years. And I missed out on my last one, watching a college football 
game in the cold with a broken car. So what the hell, I'll make my resolution to cut 
down," he said, lifting it back towards her.

"Whatever, I'm not your mom," she said, jabbing him with the bottle.

"You better not be, that would make all those things we do in bed much stranger…and 
illegal," he said jokingly. He didn't see Jen's arm reach out and smack him hard. "OW!"

"You had that coming big boy," she said.

"Yeah, yeah, ok," he said, rolling his eyes. "What are you gonna drink?"

"I don't know," she said, looking over the fridge. This time she had remembered to get 
the Chinese food, there was enough in there to feed an army. But their alcohol supply was 
short, something that she was doing intentionally. 

A sudden knock interrupted her search for booze. "Who's that?" she asked.

"I don't know," Paul lied. "Why don't you go get it?"

"You're closer," she replied.

"Yeah but you're already up," he shot back.

"Oh fine, lazy ass," she said, going to the door. She was surprised, to say the least, to see 
Amy there. "Oh hey Amy, what's up?"

"Not much, Happy New Years…Eve," she said cheerfully.

"Happy New Years Eve, what are you doing here?" Jen asked happy but surprised to see 
her here. It wouldn't be her only surprise today.

"Oh there she is," Paul said, waving as he walked into the kitchen.

"Did…you invite her here?" Jen asked, glancing back and forth between the other two 
suspiciously.

"Yeah, I told her she should come on over, thought it'd be fun," he said nonchalantly, as 
he poured himself a large stiff drink.

"I don't have to stay if you don't want," Amy offered, leaning her shoulder back out of 
the doorway.

"No, no, come in. I was just surprised," Jen said, leaning her hand towards the room.

"I didn't know what to bring, so I just got some rum, a six pack of Guinness, and some 
wine coolers," Amy said, walking over to the fridge.

"Is this what you've been smiling about for the last day?" Jen asked, nudging him.

"Might have something to do with it," Paul said with a grin, knowing how Jen would take 
that.

"Come on, let's eat first this time," Jen said, beginning the long and difficult process of 
extracting everything from the fridge and heating it up. Then there was the portioning, 
and finally the eating. All said and done, it would have taken less time and trouble to 
have just cooked something.

Time went by quickly enough, and as full of Chinese food as they were, there was still 
plenty of room for drinks to get in the spirit of the holiday. The time evaporated nearly as 
quickly as the drinks had, and before long the clock on the TV was counting down, 
indicating the New Year's approach.

Paul patted his pocket, feeling for the ring. He grinned, looking at Amy and giving a nod. 

"I've got to go to the little girl's room," Amy said, stumbling towards the restroom.

"Jen, you know I love you," Paul said, not sounding quite as eloquent as he wanted.

"Aww, you big lug. I love you too. It'd be nicer if you said that a little more often than 
just when you're drunk," she said, sliding over to him on the couch.

"You're right, I should say it more often," he said, the anticipation of the moment made 
him feel almost sober.

"Amy, get your ass in here or you're gonna miss the New Year!" Jen shouted.

The crowd in the television began to chant, counting down from ten. 

"Nine, eight," the crowd chanted.

"Jen, I do love you, and I want to be with you forever," he said, grabbing her attention.

"Seven, six," the crowd chanted.

"That's so sweet," she said.

"Five, four," the crowd chanted, growing louder with anticipation.

"And I want to know," he said, getting on his knee.

"Three, two," the crowd grew louder and louder.

"Will you be my…" he asked, showing her the ring.

"One!" the crowd shouted, screaming in anticipation.

"Wife?" he asked, offering it to her with his heart on the same box.

"Oh…my…god!" Jen screamed, grabbing him and picking him up, hugging him harder 
than she had ever hugged anyone before.

"So can I take that as a yes?" he asked, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

"Yes! Yes! Oh hell yes honey!" she shouted, hugging him with enough force to choke 
him.

"I got it all," Amy said, her digital camera aimed on the two of them.

"You…this was all a set up, wasn't it?" Jen asked.

"Well it didn't hurt," Paul said, the happiness in his heart was more intoxicating than the 
liquor.

"Oh my god, look at this!" Jen yelled, putting the ring on as she jumped up and down. 
"It's perfect!" she screamed.

"Nowhere near as perfect as you are," Paul said the corniest line he could think of. 

"You…just you," she said, smacking him lightly. She was so happy she couldn't hold it 
in anymore, and wept the sweet tears of happiness. Amy walked over and hugged her, 
grinning from ear to ear at the happy scene. She was just happy to be there to share it. 

There wasn't a lot said over the next hour. The shock wasn't wearing off quickly, and Jen 
wanted to do so much. She took pictures of it, of her wearing it, and then of course 
wanted to see all the pictures. Of course she wanted to celebrate, and while they hadn't 
been taking it easy on the booze, they certainly decided to pick up the joyous celebration. 
Jen was so wrapped up with the ring that she never noticed how many drinks were being 
poured for her, by her best friend and her boyfriend, no, her fiancé! 

"So, that was one hell of a New Years," Amy said, struggling to get up.

"Oh, going home? Come on and hang out some more," Jen said, pointing with her ring 
finger

"No, I'm not gonna go home, not tonight, right Paul?" Amy said, smiling bubbly.

"That's not part of the plan," Paul said with a grin. 

"What plan?" Jen glanced at both of them once before getting slightly dizzy. 

"Well, we can sort out the details later. For now, it just means that we have come to some 
kind of agreement about things," Paul said, having a little fun as he tried to explain this.

"What kind of things?" Jen asked, raising an eyebrow flirtatiously. 

Paul didn't bother to answer with words. He kissed her deeply on the mouth, enjoying the 
lingering drops of liquid on her tongue. She didn't see as Amy walked over, but felt her 
sit down on the couch next to her. Perhaps more importantly she felt Amy's hand reach 
down in between her legs, rubbing the crotch of her quickly tightening pants.

Paul's hand reached down onto the thigh of her pants, reaching down below Amy's hand. 
He could feel the heat from Jen's body pouring out in waves, and he knew that she was 
getting ready for what was to come. He moved his hand upward, grasping onto her 
nearest breath through the shirt, feeling its fullness in his hand as he cupped it. She was 
getting hot quickly, huffing, and heaving at their dual manipulations of her body.

"Not here, in bedroom," she managed to say. Paul stood up, but Jen's face never left his, 
following him the entire way up. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around Paul's 
waist, letting him carry her into the other room. Amy followed behind quickly, not 
wanting to be left out in the least bit.

Amy was quick to remove her clothes, enjoying the show she got, watching the couple 
foreplay. It was a little voyeuristic, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. She quickly pulled her 
shirt off, exposing her breasts. Most men thought they were larger, but on her small frame 
they just looked large. She managed to stumble and kick herself out of the pants, almost 
having forgotten to remove her shoes first. When all she had left were her panties, she felt 
a little ahead of the party as she pulled them down. There was already a wet and sticky 
spot already formed on the center of the panties. She looked down at it, thankful that she 
had shaved the small blond patch of hair that usually occupied the clean area of soft skin.

Amy jumped on the head of the bed, deciding that it was time to stop watching and start 
actually join in. She managed to work her fingers under Jen's shirt, hooking it up and 
pulling it northward. It took some work to get the two to stop sucking face, but neither 
seemed to be too concerned once Jen's bountiful breasts were exposed, held back only by 
a flimsy bra. 

Paul felt a tap on his head, and knew that it was time for his partner to take care of things 
for now. He pulled himself up, watching with a voyeuristic joy of his own as Amy sat 
down on Jen's face, and his girlfriend ate out another girl's pussy. He quickly removed 
his own clothes, easier since he was just wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, and boxers. He 
leaned back onto the bed, unzipping his girlfriend's pants and tugging at them furious to 
undress her. He looked up, admiring his girlfriend's tented boxer shorts, with a very 
damp spot running down towards one leg. He had more difficulty sneaking her 
underpants off, but was able to pop the elastic band over her cock, exposing her sweet 
and tender pink slit. 

Jennifer's mouth and tongue was going crazy, sucking and slurping loudly. Amy's pussy 
was hovering less than an inch from her face, and she was savoring it in all of its beauty. 
It wasn't just the fact that she liked to fuck pussy, far from it. She loved the magnificent 
site of it, perfectly formed lips parting to expose a wet pink beauty. The taste, which 
some objected to, had always just been a part of it, succulent in it's own way, sour and 
musky, but full of that powerful desire that she lusted after so. The smell was 
intoxicating, full of sexual energy and filled her mind with lusty thoughts.

Amy's knees were almost buckling under her as she tried to stay above Jen's head, and 
not crush her red hair. Jen's tongue was simply too talented. But she had plans for her 
own tongue. She leaned down across Jen's stomach, her pussy still planted directly on 
Jen's face.

Paul inched his way up on the bed, watching the events unfold. Everything was going just 
as had been planned. He crawled in between Jen's legs, smelling the sex, which seemed 
to fill the air. 

Jennifer's hips bucked forward as she cried out loud into Amy's silky smooth snatch. 
Amy and Paul had almost simultaneously wrapped her genitals in both of their mouths. 
The feeling was almost indescribable, having her pussy eaten out while her cock was 
being sucked. Amy's mouth, warm and eager, took her throbbing clit dick slowly, teasing 
it with the tongue, dragging her lips on it, making the already achingly hard cock even 
worse. Paul meanwhile pushed his tongue directly into her wet love hole, exploring the 
nooks and crannies of her snatch. His tongue was jittering incredibly, running wildly 
inside of her body. 

Amy was taking her time, but she had never met a man or a woman who didn't enjoy one 
of her blowjobs before. She liked getting it wet, feeling the pulsing heartthrob in her 
mouth, the sticky taste of precum on her tongue. Jen's cock was different in the sense that 
it didn't have a visible head. She certainly had a tip, and a sensitive one at that. Amy 
could tell form the moans that Jen was enjoying the way she teased the tip, her tongue 
swirling around it. Even if it wasn't semen, there was plenty of wet pre orgasm juice 
dripping out. But she was having trouble, the liquor was one thing, but Jen was eating her 
out so quickly that she didn't know how long she was going to take it.

Paul on the other hand, wasn't worried about getting off. Instead his sole focus was 
getting Jen off, and his oral manipulations showed exactly that. He decided to let his 
fingers do the walking for a bit, bringing his hand to her pussy. She was soaking wet by 
now, and Paul was able to coat his fingers in her thick sticky fluids. He decided to recycle 
them, taking his slippery fingers, pointing at her as if he were pointing the way. He 
pushed in, reveling in the show that his girlfriend put on as he finger fucked her.

Jen wasn't just putting on a show. She was in a real ecstasy. Paul was pummeling her 
pussy with two fingers, while he had pushed his pinky finger into her viselike anus. It 
wasn't just that he had inserted them, but the way in which he was working her over was 
incredibly, jack hammering away at her snatch and ass at top speed. It would be bearable 
but Amy had given up on the slow and teasing oral sex that she had been, and was now 
sucking and slurping on her clit dick like the antidote was in there!

Amy was sucking on her harder, but not because she was trying to get Jen off any 
quicker. She was on the verge of her own orgasm and wanted desperately to explode all 
over Jen, and in her frantic sexual haste she suckled hard and quickly on Jen's meaty 
clitoris.

Finally Amy could take no more and exploded, her body shaking and leaping around atop 
Jen. She was exploding and gushing girl juices, covering Jen's more than willing face 
with her succus. She loved this, being on top, being eaten out like this. It was all so new 
but so erotic. Her body rocked back in forth, her hips trembling as she was going wild 
with lust. The rapid shaking on top of Jen only served to slurp harder on Jen's cock, 
rocking against it as if for dear life.

That, combined with Paul's manipulations, was enough to send Jen right over the edge. 
She cried out loud, her mouth being filled with more and more of Amy's squirting cum. 
She could feel her cock emptying its load into Amy's warm mouth, gathering into a large 
warm and sticky pool in the back of her mouth. Her pussy gushed forth such juices so as 
to cover Paul's face, seemingly never ending supply of sexual liquids. Jen could barely 
take it. She loved every second of it. Her cock shooting, her pussy exploding, her mind 
throbbing in an unmistakable sexual bliss. 

The two women lay atop each other for a moment, out of breath but certainly satisfied. 
Amy moved her head up, pulling her blond hair back to see Paul, who was still waiting 
for his turn. And since he had been so kind as to let her in on their games in a long-term 
manner, she wanted to show her appreciation. 

She stood, or rather rolled off of Jen, who was still in the aftershocks of her earthquake 
orgasm. Paul sat on the bed, watching with a mixture of confusion and amusement as 
Amy crawled along the bed towards him. She took the cock, hard and throbbing in her 
hand. It wasn't as long as Jen's, but it wasn't much shorter either, and it was much 
thicker. She could barely wrap her fingers around the base of it, as she slowly 
masturbated his unit, all the way up to the tapered tip. 

She took the head in between her forefinger and thumb, squeezing out some of the 
precum, and bringing it to her lips to taste it. Not as good as Jen's, but not that bad either. 
But she didn't do it for the taste, she did it for show, men always loved to see women 
eating cum.

She leaned over, deciding that a taste wasn't good enough. She wrapped her large and 
luscious lips around his longing member, flicking her head around the tongue. She was 
enjoying being a bit of a tease, watching his eyes as she bobbed her head up and down 
slowly. She could watch his uneasiness, and knew that he was just waiting to cum. But 
she wanted to make sure that he would enjoy this. 

She lowered her head further, the wetness of her mouth slurping as noisily and as hard as 
she could muster. Her tongue poked out of her mouth, running along the underside of the 
shaft, zigzagging against the underbelly. He groaned aloud and she knew that he was 
really getting into this. 

Taking her hand she cupped his balls in one hand, weighing them as if she was 
considering oranges at the grocery store. Not nearly as heavy, but much more important. 
She massaged the twin testicles, slowly and softly while she continued to suck him off. 

With one last motion she managed to get his entire cock back into her throat, some 
accomplishment considering the width. While she had been slow and methodical thus far, 
now that she had swallowed the length, she was ready to pick the pace up.

Not just slightly either. She went from two to ten in an instant, suddenly becoming a 
living vacuum machine, sucking and slurping along her cock ferociously. Paul groaned, 
knowing that he was on the verge. Amy was sucking hard and fast, like a porn star, 
working at an almost unbelievable pace, her performance greatly assisted by alcohol.

Paul grunted, throwing his head back as he felt the bubbling cum burst forward. It didn't 
stop Amy one bit, she continued to bob her head up and down as if nothing had changed, 
coaxing every drop of cum out of his cock, swallowing it greedily. She continued after 
the last drop, making sure that she had cleaned him out for now. She hoped that he 
wouldn't need much time to recharge.

"You two planned this?" Jennifer asked, now aroused after having watched the scene 
unfold in front of him.

"We planned something out," Paul said, lying down on the bed.

"What, exactly, was the plan then?" she asked.

"We've decided to let you decide, if you want us to share you," Amy chimed in, smiling. 
If Jennifer hadn't had sex with Amy, she would have been pissed at the blond who had 
just sucked her boyfriend's cock. 

"Share me?" Jen looked suspicious as she tried to suppress laughter.

"Well, I love you so much hon, but I know that I can never, well, be the woman that you 
want," he said.

"And I love the sex, and love you as a friend, but I never want to marry you. But I can be 
that woman," Amy said, playing with Jen's feet.

"You…you don't have to do that," Jen said, but her growing erection said differently. 

"But I want to," Amy said seductively.

"What about you?" Jen looked at Paul.

"I was the one who suggested it. I don't want you living your whole life without 
something that you obviously want," he answered.

"So…what?" she asked.

"Nothing, really. I'm just a friend," Amy said, her hands walking along the bed sheets, 
hands running along both of their semi erect members. "A friend with benefits."

"So what are these…benefits," Jen glanced down at her cock, in between Amy's fingers.

"Jen here is your girl, the only one that you can be with. When she feels like it, we can 
have a romp through the garden of earthly delights. And we get to marry, and hopefully 
be happy forever," Paul said, smiling. 

"It's having your cake, and eating it too," Amy squeezed on their cocks, pumping some 
blood into them. "Or eating something else, at least."

"So, can I see some more of these benefits?" Jen said, more than ready.

"I'm ready for round two," Paul said happily. 

"Ding ding," Amy said happily. 

Paul stood up and went over to the small stand by the bed. There was a small drawer, 
inside were some marital aids. Most importantly was the Astroglide, which he picked up 
and dangled enticingly.

"Oh, yeah," Amy made a face.

"Don't worry, it will be fine," Jen said, glad that it wasn't her.

"Well hurry up while I'm still a little drunk," Amy said, leaning her backside in the air.

"Come on over here first," Jen said, patting on her lap. Amy did as she was told, kissing 
Jen on the mouth. She cupped her best friend's breast, rubbing against the hard and 
aching nipple. She could feel Jen's cock rubbing against her still wet honey pot. She 
didn't bother to wait, slowly dropping her body onto Jen's cock. Jen let out a sensual 
groan, feeling the wet and velvety soft pussy lips engulf her cock.

Paul watched eagerly, feeling himself come back to life. He took out the lubrication and 
poured much more than he would need into his hand. There was almost never enough 
lube though. He took his hand, applying plenty of lube to his own cock, before focusing 
his attention to Amy's thrusting ass.

Amy felt it push into her, and unconsciously flinched. It wasn't that he has pushed hard, 
or too much, but the feeling of Paul's wet and cool finger being pushed into her ass was 
just something that one was never really accustomed to. But Paul took his time, slowly 
pushing his finger in, getting her ready, loosening it up, and lubricating her backdoor well 
enough. Her mind was focused on something else entirely.

Jennifer's cock was thrusting in a slow rhythm into her, enjoying every second. She 
wanted to really plow into Amy, but was being patient. Amy was as tight as all hell, and 
Jen wanted to ease her way into her girlfriend's snatch. It was wet, and lovely, and she 
didn't know how much longer she could hold out on really going at it.

Paul, satisfied that he had done his job, jumped onto the bed, cock in hand. He took his 
achingly hard member, covered in Astroglide, and pushed it to the tight entrance to 
Amy's ass. She flinched again, this time recovering quicker. He was gentle though, 
working his cock into her ass as slowly as he could, enjoying the tight squeezing of her 
bottom. 

Amy groaned, she felt like she was being skewered by two huge swords, as both cocks 
filled her up. She loved it, but it took some time getting used to it. Ultimately they were 
very different members. Jen's clit dick was longer and thinner, and softer in it's own way. 
With no head it was easier for her to enter into her soaking snatch. Paul's thicker cock 
was harder on her tight tender ass, but it was almost better in it's own way, filling her 
unbelievably.

Jen grunted, picking up her pace. Amy had accepted her length easily enough, and she 
had to watch the little show that they had put on for some time. She worked herself 
powerfully like a piston, pushing herself to the limit. She could feel every inch of Amy's 
snatch seem to squeeze and massage her cock as she filled her up.

Paul groaned, Amy's body was relaxing and accepting him easily. Or at least as easily as 
anal sex ever was. He grasped onto both of the globes of Amy's ass, spreading them 
slightly. His thick cock was reaming her, and enjoying every moment of it. He leaned 
over her back, grasping onto Amy's breasts from behind. Her nipples were hard, and her 
breasts seemed even larger hanging over with the help of gravity.

Amy moaned, with one hard thrust both Paul and Jen had filled her up. It was a lot, but it 
was still incredible at the same time. She was in a sexual frenzy, and the double 
penetration, which might seem terrible to others, was turning her on like nothing else. 
She wasn't just lying down and enduring it, she was actively grinding her body against 
their dual assault, filling herself to the brim with everything that she could. 

Jen was panting, near exhaustion. She was flying in and out of Amy like a blur, the girl 
bouncing up and down her body. She was past being tame now, she wanted to cum badly. 
She had a burning desire that pervaded her senses. She could smell the sweet scent of sex 
filling the air, the taste of pussy still faintly on her lips, the wet slippery skin of her 
friend's tight hole.

Paul too was close, grunting as he pummeled her ass, filling her to the max. With his 
hands firmly affixed to Amy's ass cheeks, he was slamming Amy down for Jen to slam 
her back up. He was desperate to cum. every facet of his mind was focused purely on his 
own impending orgasm. 

But Amy was the first one to cum, her overloaded mind finally climaxed. She felt 
pleasure from every inch of her body. She shook and trembled in between the two of 
them. Her body spasmed against their cocks, clamping down on them in the heat of their 
climaxes. She couldn't hold herself back, she gurgled incoherently as a powerful orgasm 
ripped through her, shaking her down to the very core.

Paul groaned aloud, his own intense orgasm tearing him asunder as he emptied his seed 
deep into Amy's bowels. Her body squeezed down onto him, making each thrust almost 
impossible, but so pleasurable. With the Astroglide lubricating him he was able to 
continue pumping against the even tighter than usual ass. He continued pounding away, 
unloading every last drop inside of her.

Jen shuddered as her climax overtook her. She skewered Amy deeply, savoring the 
intense orgasmic pleasure that overwhelmed her body. She pumped more and more of her 
seed into Amy's body, filling her with the juices, feeling their commingled juices 
combine deep inside of her. Jen was speechless. She was washed away with one of the 
strongest orgasms in her life. Every recess of her body was flush was incredible and 
unrelenting passion.

The three lovers huddled together, passing out in a pile of flesh and sweat. They were all 
too exhausted to think, to speak, or to do much of anything. Jen looked at her ring and 
grinned, before taking it off and turning off the lights. Someone would grab a blanket. 



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