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Foreword: Not this time. If you want one, see part three of this
series, which is getting rapidly out of control. (Though this episode
might be a final one, I don't know yet.)


[Continued from previous part]

Mark woke because his back hurt. He didn't feel his right arm
anymore, but his shoulders were cramped. He moved, careful not to
wake her, but she opened her eyes when he turned. She smiled. "They
were crazy in lit class", Mark groaned. "All that romantic stuff
about sleeping in each others arms, but it's damned uncomfortable."
Cindy giggled. "Those old romantics must have been more limber", she
said drily. "Try gymnastics." Mark grimaced as the blood in his arm
begain to circulate again. "My favorite kind of gymnastics doesn't
work those particular muscles", he chuckled. "Any more idea's?" Cindy
nodded.
"Sure. Try a hot bath. That always works great for me." She got up
and stretched lazily. "I need to use the bathroom anyway." She walked
out slowly. She looked great from behind, too, Mark noticed.
Presently he heard the water running in the bathroom. He closed his
eyes and sighed. He didn't really want to move, he felt so
wonderfully tired. But there was something to be said for a real hot
bath, too. Life was full of choices lately. He decided to get up.
Time enough for becoming a vegetable tomorrow.

"You were right", he said somewhat later. "It helps." Cindy smiled.
"Told you so." They were lying together in the tub, the water as hot
as Mark could stand it. 
"Nice bathroom", Cindy commented. Mark nodded. She was right, he
thought. The walls were covered with dark green tiles which colored
nicely with the light brown tub and dark brown floor tiles. "I'll just
have to put in another tub someday", he said. "This one is just a bit
too small for two."
Cindy giggled. "Have you ever done it in bath?" she asked. "Hm hmm",
he said. "That was one of the first things we tried... it's awkward,
really. There was about two inches of water on the floor. Good for a
lot of giggles, though." He felt her hand moving over his body,
across his chest, his belly, finding its way down.
"Mark?" she asked somewhat later. "Could I ask you something?"
"Sure", he said. "We've been pretty honest with each other so far...
what's up?"
She bit her lip, hesitated. "Have you ever slept with a black girl
before?" she said slowly. Mark shook his head. "Never with anyone
except Laura. I don't know about her, and I never asked. She never
said, either. But I've never made love to anyone else." Until now. He
sighed. She looked at him, knowing.
"It's allright, Mark, really. But... did it bother you?" "What?
Laura? Cindy, if I'd suspected that it might hurt her, we'd never
have done it. Sorry, but that's the way it is." She shook het head.
"I know, Mark. But that's not it. I meant... well, that I'm black.
Did you mind?"
Mark put his arms around her. "Why should I mind? Hell, you're a
knockout! Besides, you're not black, you're a delicious shade of
brown." He bent down to kiss her, slowly.
"I'm sorry, Mark. I just had to ask. I'm sorry", she whispered. Mark
kissed her again. "Don't be sorry", he said softly. "Just quit
worrying about it." Cindy smiled wanly. "Distract me", she said. Mark
grinned. "Perhaps I'll think of something", he said. Her upturned
lips met his, their hands already exploring each other.
When Cindy tried to move, she slipped, and water gushed over the rim
of the tub. She giggled. "You're right, it's awkward." Mark nodded.
"But sex isn't the only thing you can do in the tub. Just being there
together is great. At least I think so." He started soaping her
shoulders, his hands stroking her skin gently, slowly. Cindy closed
her eyes. "Hmmm... yes, you're right, of course... Do you want to do
my back?" "Sure. Turn around." She did.
"You're quite good at this", she said somewhat later. Mark grinned.
"Laura makes a great teacher... but the main idea is to to everything
slowly. Whatever you do, slow down."
Cindy turned around again. "Sounds easy. Let's give it a try, ok?"
She took the soap from his hands and started scrubbing his shoulders.
"Easy, easy..." he cautioned her. She slowed down until her hands
were merely caressing his skin. "Yes, like that... but don't be
afraid to be more firm. Yes, that feels good... hm....." Mark sighed
as she slowly rubbed his shoulders, his chest, his upper arms. A
wonderful relaxation spread through his body, making him feel sleepy
and rested at the same time.
He started stroking her again, their motions slowly, slowly becoming
a mutual caress. They went on and on, just for the pleasure of
touching each others bodies. Every now and then one of them would stop
for a long, intense kiss. Time seemed to stand still.
Finally the water started to cool. As Mark pulled the plug from the
drain, Cindy got up and turned on the shower. They rinsed off the
flakes of foam still clinging to their skins, still touching and
stroking each other.
Cindy smiled. "I always used to masturbate in the shower", she
giggled. She took the showerhead from his hands and put it between her
legs, aiming the spray right at her clit. She closed her eyes and
sucked in her breath. "Feels good?" Mark asked. Cindy nodded. "Yeah.
But right now I'm still a bit too sensitive." She turned off the
water and put the showerhead aside. "Pity", she said. Mark chuckled.
"Haven't you had enough yet?" "No", she answered. Mark knelt in front
of her and licked her playfully between her thighs, sticking out his
tongue as far as he could and parting her nether lips with it. With
long, slow swipes he began to lick her. Cindy moaned. "Hhhmmmmmm...
yes, that's it... yes....." Mark shivered. "Are you sure we don't
have time to dry ourselves off first? I'm getting cold." Cindy
laughed softly. "And what happens when you get cold?" "Right", Mark
replied. "And we can't have that, can we?" "Nope", she said. "Better
get up." She chuckled. "While there's still something left." So he
did. 
Then he reached for one of several big, fluffy towels that lay
stacked on top of the white cupboard in the corner of the bathroom.
He spread it for her, and she rolled into it as he started to rub her
dry. He felt the round curves of her body move under the towel. When
he covered her breast with his hands, he felt the hardness of her
nipples through the soft fabric.
"Mark?" she whispered. "Hmm?" "Are you... rested?" He chuckled. "We
can always try" he said dryly. "Here, hold this." She took the towel
and pulled it around her while he grabbed another one and dried
himself off. She looked... happy, he decided, and it made him glow
with a warm feeling of satisfaction. He stepped out of the tub and
dried his feet.
As she stepped out of the bathroom, he put his arms around her.
"Hey... thanks", he said. "Thank you... so far", she replied. He
kissed her upturned lips, felt her soft body against his, the heat
from the shower still radiating from her skin. He started stroking
her buttocks with one hand, then let it slowly travel across her hip
and then back in front between her legs. It came away wet. "I thought
you'd dried yourself off?" he asked mockingly. "I did" she said, "but
it keeps getting wet again. I wonder why..." Mark smiled. "So why
don't we give you an excuse?" he asked, leading her back to the
bedroom.

The big bed was a disaster area. Cindy started to straighten out a
corner, giving Mark a wonderful view of her rounded hind quarters.
Playfully he pushed her over, tripping her so that she landed on her
back, bouncing on the heavy mattress. "Don't bother", he said. "It's
going to be a mess again anyway." He looked her over, licking his
lips. "Hm... little girl, do you want some candy?" he grinned. She
reached out and pulled his nose. "My mom always warned me not to take
anything from weirdo's. I guess you're the guy she was always talking
about..." She smiled lazily. "What kind of candy did you have in
mind?" 
Mark sat down on the bed beside her and put his hand on her left
breast. He gently rubbed his thumb over her dark brown nipple. It
swelled under his touch. "Maybe I'll think of something", he
muttered. Then he bent down and took her other nipple between his
lips. She moaned softly.
He slowly explored the tip of her breast with his tongue, stroking,
licking, until he felt her shiver under his touch. Then he stopped.
She lay on her back with her eyes closed. "Something like that?" he
asked drily. In response she reached out and cupped his balls with
her hand. She gently lifted them, feeling their weight in her palm.
Her thumb rubbed the underside of his shaft, and he felt himself grow
hard again.
He put his hand between her legs, ran his index finger across the
slippery outline of her crevice. Then he slipped inside her and
probed around gently. His thumb circled her clit.
Then she opened her eyes and smiled. "Mark?" "Hm?" "Wait." She pulled
him down beside her on the bed. "I've never tried this", she said
shily. "It always seemed... dirty. But we just come out of the tub,
so I guess we can't get any cleaner than this." 
She took his limp penis between thumb and forefinger and bent her
head down. He felt how her lips parted as she gently took the tip of
him in her mouth.
Cindy felt how her fingers and lips were pressed outward as his penis
swelled rapidly. As he grew, his head entered her mouth, slowly,
throbbing with this pulse. She ran the tip of her tongue across the
slit and he moaned softly.
Her lips were thick and soft, closing around him in a caress that was
more gentle than he had ever felt. His penis gave a warning lurch.
"Careful", he whispered. As she let him slip out of her mouth he felt
a brief regret, knowing that she did right, staving off his orgasm
like that.
"Did you like that?" she asked, her eyes alight. "Didn't you notice?"
he replied drily. "A few seconds more and it would have been too
late." She giggled. "Now we can't have that, can we?"
She moved around so that her body was in the opposite direction. Mark
immediately got the idea and his face lit up. She was actually going
to do it!
As he laid down on his back, she staddled him awkwardly. "Let's see,
how should we do this..." she muttered. "Easy," he said. He helped
her move her hips, guiding her with his hands until she could lower
herself on him, his face between her spread thighs. She bent her head
down and he felt her soft, smooth lips slip around the head of his
penis once again. The sensation was delicious and he sighed. She
responded by pressing her groin down on his face, her movements
betraying impatience.
Mark obeyed and began to lick her crevice. Her smell was heady. As
she shifted her hips, he saw how her clit had swelled into a red
button that now stuck out proudly from under its protective hood. He
licked her wet slit again, sticking out his tongue as far as he
could. 
As he touched her center of pleasure with the tip of his tongue, she
shuddered, and he felt himself slide deeper into her mouth. She began
to suck him then, caressing the head of him with her tongue and
palate, her fingers stroking his balls.
Mark had trouble breathing. He opened his mouth wider, trying to take
in as much of her as he could. He rubbed his tongue back and forth
across her clit, and suddenly he felt her thighs clench his head as
the muscles of her vagina started to spasm against his mouth. She let
him slip out of her mouth and moaned long and deep as she came agaist
his face.
This wasn't working quite as Mark had hoped, though. He was near to
suffocating. He pushed gently against Cindy's hips, and taking his
cue, she rolled on her side, pulling him with her. She pulled up one
leg to give him easier access to her hot, wet pussy, and took his
hard shaft between thumb and forefinger.
"Is that better?" she asked. She gently kissed the head of his penis,
felt how it lurched with pleasure. Then she let the tip of him slide
in again, through her soft wet lips into the warmth of her mouth,
all the wile caressing him with her tonge. 
Mark realized that he would not be able to hold out much longer. He
put on hand on the inside of her thigh and began to stroke it slowly.
Then he started kissing her groin, tasting the juices of her
pleasure. He placed a tender kiss on her warm, slippery labia, and
she moaned softly. As he started licking her again, faster now, she
began to suck harder. The pleasure was incredible, the smell of her
sex made him dizzy. A massive force was building in his abdomen as
she teased him, licked him, her tongue slowly tracing the rim of his
head, her lips tight around his shaft. Her fingers lifted his balls,
tickling his scrotum. It felt electric. 
She must have felt how close he was, because she gripped the base of
his rock-hard penis with her hand, started to stroke his balls, and
began to suck the tip of him like there was no tomorrow. The pleasure
in his loins grew, grew, until it rushed towards an incredible peak,
his whole body a massive starburst of intense joy as his muscles
clenched, and he screamed.
His hips pushed forward with a will of their own, pushing him deeper
into the warm wetness of her mouth, the sensation driving his
pleasure even higher during the last millisecond, and he exploded, a
massive gusher erupting from deep inside him, as he shot, and shot,
and shot, his face against her groin, her taste in his mouth, her
smell in his nostrils. His lips found her clit, his own orgasm
thundering on and on, and he felt how she shivered as she started to
come, still sucking him, and the pleasure rose, and rose...

"Mark?" somebody asked him from far away. "Are you allright?" Sure he
was allright. What a stupid question to ask. He was doing fine. A bit
tired, though, but fine. What had he been doing? O, yes, sure... Then
memory descended on him like a brick. He opened his eyes. 
Cindy looked worried. "Are you okay?" she repeated. Mark smiled.
"Sure I'm okay..." he said softly. "I've never been better." He
smiled. "And what about you?"
"Wow..." she said. Mark nodded. "Yes..." He chuckled. "Did I really
pass out? I never did that before..." Cindy smiled happily. "You
know...", she said with a dreamy smile, "that is the best compliment
I've ever had." She took his face in her hands and kissed him. He
tasted his own come on her lips. It had been far too much for her to
take it all in, and it had run down across her neck onto her breasts
and belly. "We really should have another bath, you know..." he
whispered. Then he kissed her again, more thorough this time. "Yeah,
I know..." she said. "Do you feel like getting up?" Mark made a face.
"Not really, no", he said. Cindy smiled. "Neither do I... and I have
to go home, I guess."
Mark looked up. "Are you nuts? Stay here. It's late enough, and
you're not really in shape to go anywhere, I think." "But..." she
began. "No buts", he said firmly. "Unless you really want to go, of
course." Cindy smiled. "You're a dear, Mark. I can see why Laura is
so fond of you." She layed her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
"It would be very nice to stay and sleep a bit, yes..." she whispered
drowsily. "Really nice..." Then she was sound asleep.


                             *    *    *


Laura was tired. Not just tired, but the kind of tired you get after
travelling all day and most of the night on a bus that should have
been serviced - or scrapped - ages ago. And traffic had been
terrible, especially on I-90. She'd hoped to be home sooner, but
instead the trip had taken all night.
She slowly closed the door behind her, careful not to wake Mark. She
left off the light. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark anyway. As she
put down her bag beside the door, she noticed a plain brown shopping
bag standing in the corner. She knew that bag, and smiled.
Quietly she made her way through the dark house until she reached the
bedroom. By then her nose had told her everything she wanted to know.
The house smelled of sex. She felt herself getting wet from the smell
of undisguised rut, and she smiled. "Laura, dear, you're a horny
bitch", she thought to herself. Then she peeked around the corner.
Mark was lying on his back, out cold. Cindy was cuddled up against
him, her head on his chest. Laura's smile became a grin. It had
worked. And judging from the sight of it, it had worked extremely
well.
She turned and went into the bathroom, closing the door before she
turned on the light. She decided on a quick shower for the moment.
Time enough to have a long hot bath later. She turned on the water as
hot as she could stand it, and felt how the wariness slowly seeped
out of her bones. After a few minutes she reached for the towel.
Still making as little noise as possible, she sneaked back into the
bedroom, naked, to get a clean pair of panties. She opened the wall
closet and carefully sorted through her underwear. Cindy had
obviously had a hand in this, she noted with approval. Mark wasn't
too systematic when it came to sorting clothes.
Not bothering to put on more clothes, Laura tiptoed out of the
bedroom. By the first light of dawn that came though the windows, she
found her way to the kitchen. Softly humming to herself, she filled
up the coffee maker and switched it on. Then she yawned. She emptied
her bag on the floor, sorted out laundry and toiletry, and took it to
the bathroom. She yawned again, stretching this time. Enough, she
decided. It was about time, anyway. 
She walked into the bedroom and gently shook Marks shoulder. "Rise
and shine, Mark", she cooed. Nothing. She shook him again. A soft
moan. Laura smiled. She knew the signs.
Cindy sighed, then slowly turned her head, her eyes still closed.
Laura stroked Marks face and watched while his breath deepened. Then
Cindy opened her eyes and blinked a few times.
"Morning", Laura said. "Laura?" Cindy blinked again, then rubbed her
eyes with one hand. "Had fun?" Laura asked. Cindy nodded mutely.
Laura smiled fondly at her. "That's good", she said. She softly
patted Marks face. "You really wore him out", she noted. Cindy looked
embarrassed. "I didn't mean to", she said. Laura chuckled. "But you
did, and I'm glad." Cindy smiled shily. "Me too", she whispered. "Is
he going to wake up today?" she asked, looking at Mark.
Laura chuckled. "Don't worry. So far, he always has." She shook him
again, a bit firmer this time. Mark sighed, then groaned softly. He
sighed again, than opened one bleary eye.
"Aha", Laura noted matter-of-factly, "the sleeping beauty awakes."
Mark mumbled something, then clsed his eye again. Laura shook him
gently. "Mark", she cooed, "wakey wakey!" Cindy looked sideways at
him. "Mark?" she tried.
Marks eyes shot open. He looked at Cindy, then at Laura, and after a
few fuzzy moments recollection hit him. "I've seen that grin before",
Laura noted drily, and then she bent over to kiss him. "Good morning,
dear", she said. Mark kissed her back, his mouth tasting of sleep.
"Laura..." He looked her in the eyes, struggling to find the words.
The trust she shown, her obvious love for him, pride even... it was
too much to put into words. "Thank you", was all he said finally.
Laura smiled fondly, clearly understanding exactly what he hadn't
said. "You too", she whispered.
"Hey, don't I get a kiss?" Cindy asked. Laura chuckled. "Kiss her,
dummy", she told Mark. Which he did.
"When did you get home?" Cindy asked Laura. "Less than an hour ago",
she answered. "And I'm really worn out. So the two of you are going
to get up, and I am going to catch a few hours of sleep. I've got the
coffee running and you both could use a shower." She smiled. "You
should be able to keep busy for a couple of hours..." She gave Mark a
speculative glance. He made a face. "Give a guy a break, would you?"
he moaned. Cindy laughed. "You'll have to wake up first", she said.
Laura nodded. "So get some coffee into him, dear. And let me have the
bed. I'm bushed. And make him scrub your back. He's very good at it."

It was past five in the afternoon when Mark peeked around the corner
of the bedroom door. Laura opened her eyes and smiled sleepily.
"Hello, sleeping beauty", Mark said. "Do you want breakfast or shall
I toss it out for the pigs?" Laura sighed. "Why me?" she complained.
"The guy has no heart." "Does that mean yes?" 
Laura nodded. "Sure. I could eat a horse. With coffee, of course."
Mark smiled. "Why don't you take a shower while I make a bucket of
fresh coffee, ok?" Laura smiled. "That's why I love you", she said.
"Just the coffee?" Mark asked. "Nothing else?" Laura giggled.
"There's a little bit more, of course." Mark bent down to kiss her,
then sat down beside her on the bed. "You really set me up, didn't
you?", he asked.
Laura nodded soberly. "Yes, I guess I did. Are you mad about it?"
Mark smiled. "No. I was surprised, I guess. Why did you do it?" Laura
said nothing for a moment, then sighed. "Because I didn't know any
other way", she said. "And I'm glad it worked out so well... didn't
it?" Mark nodded. "Very well", he said. "Cindy's still here, by the
way. We've cleared away the last of the rubbish. All we've got to do
is to buy a lot of stuff, I've got a list about a mile long, but
that's about it." Laura smiled. "Good", she said. Mark nodded. "She's
been a great help. I think we should take her out to dinner or
something." She looked thoughtful. "We'll see what we can do. Let me
think about it." She sat up and tossed the sheets aside. "But first a
shower. I smell like a skunk." She stood beside the bed and
stretched. Mark hugged her. "You smell great", he said. Laura
chuckled. "That's whay you think", she replied drily, "but let's not
take any chances." And she went into the bathroom.

They made it a combined breakfast / dinner. While Mark and Laura both
cooked reasonably well, Cindy really enjoyed it, and she raided the
fridge for ingredients. While she had Mark fix up a salad, she put
together an enourmous pizza in record time, along with some other
dish based on rice and meat which Mark didn't recognise but smelled
delicious. After starting with fresh toast dripping with butter and
sugar, Laura discovered that she was starved, and when the three of
them had finished, nothing was left.  
Mark leaned back and sighed happily. "Wow", he said. "Wish I could
cook like that." Laura made a face. "You mean you'd eat like that
every day? Heaven forbid!" She smiled at Cindy. "Feed him well and
you can get away with murder for the rest of the day", she said.
Cindy chuckled. "I've noticed", she said.
Mark cleared his throat. "Would the two of you like me to go away for
a minute so that you can discuss me?" he asked. Laura grinned
viciously. "Don't bother, dear", she said. "It's much more fun to
watch your reactions." Mark sighed. "What have I done to deserve
this?" he muttered. His face a great show of patiently endured
suffering, he started to clear the table.
Washing up didn't take long. Cindy had the habit of cleaning
everything she'd been using right away, so most of the work was
already done when they finished eating. Mark put the kettle on. Cindy
didn't care very much for coffee, so he decided on tea instead.
When he got back, Laura and Cindy were talking quietly.
"Of course I knew", Laura was saying. "I practically forced you,
didn't I?" Cindy looked sober. "Well, I wasn't quite sure", she
replied. "You might have meant it... well, hypothetical." Laura
snorted. "Come on, honey, you didn't really believe that?" Cindy
hesitated. "I didn't want to believe it, I guess. But..." "No buts",
Laura said firmly. "It's the juicy details I want to know about. Did
he fight the hook?"
Mark chuckled. "Just a little bit", he said. Laura looked up. "You
didn't give the poor child too hard a time, did you?" Mark shook his
head. "Not that I know of. She managed to trip me, after all." Laura
smiled shily. "You never had a chance", Laura said.
Mark sat down. "No, I guess not", he said. "You're almost more than I
can handle, and the two of you together..." Laura grinned. "You want
some advice? Take vitamins. Lots of 'em." Cindy laughed.
Mark sat down. "As long as we're discussing how the two of you set me
up", he said, "why me?" Laura chuckled. "You were all I had work
with", she said drily. "Besides, I've seen you both looking at each
other a couple of times..." She smiled. "Tell me, Mark", she asked
directly, "didn't you want to split her down the middle the first
time you saw her?" "Well"... Mark hesitated. "Not just like that,
but..." "I know I did", Cindy said softly. Laura chuckled. "I
know. Perhaps you should have said it. Might have saved a lot of
time." 
"By the way", Mark said, "Tea's ready. Cindy got up. "I'll get it",
she said, and she went into the kitchen. Mark looked at Laura. "What
are you up to now?" he whispered. Laura smiled impishly. "Trust me",
she said. Mark made a face. "Sure", he muttered. "Look where it got
me last time." Laura patted his hand. "Poor dear", she cooed. "Don't
worry, it's going to be fun. Promise."
Then Cindy returned with steaming mugs of tea. Laura took hers and
blow into it, then she took a small sip. She leaned back, looking at
Cindy, who spooned a little sugar into her tea and slowly stirred
it. "I thought you'd quit sugar?" she adked. Cindy sighed. "Well, I
tried, but I just can't stand tea without it." She made a face,
looking down at her waist. "I'll just have to live with it, I guess."
"Why?" Laura asked. "You look allright to me."
Cindy shook her head. "You can have it as far as I'm concerned. I'd
like to loose a couple of pounds." Laura chuckled. "Thanks for the
offer, but I wouldn't know how to take you up on it. But I'd like to
have your tits." She looked at her breasts and shrugged. "I mean,
look at these", she said. "Flat as a board." 
"You're crazy", Mark said. "I think they're perfect, and quit fishing
for compliments." Cindy nodded. "Mine sag. If I had yours I wouldn't
need a bra at all". Laura looked thoughtful. "Why don't we compare
them?" she asked. "Mark can be the judge. He's tried both, after
all." 
Mark rubbed his hands. "Excellent idea", he said. "Come on, Cindy.
Line up, you both." Cindy looked a bit surprised at him, then at
Laura, who was already pulling her T-shirt over her head. Then she
got up and did the same with the shirt she'd borrowed from Laura that
morning. She reached behind her back and unfastened the clips of her
bra.
Laura walked over and stood next to Cindy. "Well?" she asked Mark. He
took a step back and looked critial. "Hm..." he said, keeping his
face straight. It was a beautiful contrast: Laura with her lean and
firm body standing next to Cindy, soft and cuddly. It was like
comparing a cat with a Koala, he thought.
He slowly shook his head. "Hard to say", he said with a thoughtful
look. "They're both lovely." Cindy snorted. "Very diplomatic", she
said. "No, really". He took one of her soft bouncy globes into the
palm of his hand, cupped Laura's breast with the other. He squeezed
gently, feeling the wonderful difference.
Laura turned and put her hand under Cindy's other breast. "What do
you think, Mark?" she said. "Not bad, huh? Not bad at all." Mark
nodded. "Heavy, soft, but just boundy enough. Perfect." Laura nodded.
"Look who's talking", Cindy said. "You're pretty good yourself." She
held out her hand and gently squeezed one of Laura's breasts between
thumb and forefinger. "I whished I had firm tits like that." Then she
looked up and slowly shook her head. "I must be mad", she muttered.
Mark chuckled. "Why don't we take this into the bedroom?" he
suggested. Laura's face split in a huge grin. "I thought you'd never
ask", she said.


Somehow the three of them were out of their clothes before the got to
the bedroom. Laura sighed happily. "If you only knew how long I've
been waiting for this", she whispered at Cindy. She put her arm
around her and pulled her down beside her on the bed. Mark smiled.
"Let's have a good close look at the two of you", he said. He took a
step back, looked them both over, and smiled. "Yep", he said, "you're
both delicious." 
Laura gently pushed Cindy back on the bed. Mark cupped her right
breast with the palm of his hand, enjoying the weight and the warmth
of her flesh. He felt how the tip hardened under his touch. Beside
him, Laura bent down and took Cindy's left nipple between her lips.
Mark followed. Cindy shivered and closed her eyes.
Mark felt how his hand slid down at its own free will to stroke her
between her legs. His fingers came away wet. He carefully parted the
soft, curled hairs and inserted the tip of his finger into her love
tunnel. She was warm and smooth inside.
Laura started to stroke Cindy's skin with the palm of her hands,
moving them across her belly, her chest, her hips, in slow, loving
circles, all the wile teasing her nipple with her lips. Cindy moaned
softly, her eyes still closed. Marks lips let go of Cindy's nipple
and slid down across the soft, smooth expanse of her belly. When he
reached the upper line of her pubic hair, he slowed down and nuzzled
the soft curls. With his finger still inside her, his tongue moved
down to the top of her labia. He gently pulled apart the outer lips
and probed inside with the tip of his tongue. Then he found the
small, hard nubbin he was looking for. When he ran his tongue across
it, he felt how Cindy shivered again.
Laura let her hand glide down to the inside of Cindy's left thigh and
gently pulled it aside to give Mark better access. Mark took the cue
and pushed aside her other leg. Then he slowly started to stroke the
moist velvet of her inner folds, his finger moving in and out slowly.
He licked her clit in the same rhythm, taking his time. With his
other hand he pulled up the hood from her clitoris, very carefully,
to give his tongue better access to the super-sensitive area that lay
underneath.
Cindy thought she would go crazy with pleasure. When Laura kept
teasing her nipples with her lips and teeth, moving from one breast
to another, Marks tongue and finger set her groin on fire. His
movements were agonizingly slow, and filled her with a delicious want
for more. She moaned and involuntarily rocked her hips to get more.
Laura started to suck on the tip of her right breast, pinching her
left nipple with her thunb and forefinger.
Quite suddenly the unbearable pleasure started to peak, so fast that
Cindy didn't even feel it coming. Within seconds she exploded, her
whole body aflame with intense pleasure. She felt how her breasts
swelled, her nipples rock-hard points of pleasure under Laura's
ministrations. Her inner muscles began to contract around Marks
finger. It went on and on. She came with her whole body. It was so
complete, so intense.
Then, finally, the pleasure ebbed.
Mark laid his head on her belly, using it as a pillow. For a moment
he listened to the sound of Cindy's ragged breathing as it slowed.
Then he felt Laura's hand in his hair and looked up. She was grinning
fondly at him. "She IS cuddly, isn't she?" Mark nodded. "I'd
noticed", he said drily. "But you're just as wonderful." Laura
pouted. "I thought you love me for my brains?" she asked with mock
disappointment. Mark nodded. "Sure - but it's the package that sells,
isn't it?" He kissed her.
Cindy stirred. "Are you allright, honey?" Laura asked. Cindy smiled
slowly. "Wow..." she said. "Good", Laura said business-like. "Move
over a bit, will you?" Cindy sat up. "Thanks", she whispered. "For
what?" Mark asked. "I had a lot of fun, and we haven't even started
yet." Laura nodded. "Right", she said. "We've got to do something
about Mark. I mean, look at him!" She took his erection in her hand,
feeling the warm throbbing of his pulse between her fingers. "I've
rarely seen you this hard, dear", she told him. Mark smiled. "I said
it was fun", he replied.
Laura pushed him on his back and straddled his hips. "Just let me
handle it, love", she told him, holding his hard member in her hand.
She rubbed her thumb across the slit, feeling the slippery wetness of
his pre-come.
"Huh?" Cindy breathed. They both looked up. She was staring at
Laura's hairless groin. "Laura! That looks fantastic!" she said.
Laura smiled. "Hadn't you noticed yet?" Cindy shook her head.
"Something else on my mind." She giggled. "It looks great... all
pink, and smooth, and sexy..." She held out her hand, hesitated.
Laura took it and pressed it firmly against her slit. "Feels great,
too", she told Cindy. The other girl just nodded mutely, exploring
the slippery warmth of the swollen labia with the tips of her
fingers. Laura moaned. "Yes, that's it, yes..."
Mark cleared his throat. "Ah, Laura..." he began. She looked up,
smiled innocenly at him. He groaned under his breath. "Are you going
to take much longer?" he asked mildly. "If you are, I'm going to have
to take matters into my own hand, I'm afraid." He felt near the point
of bursting.
Laura looked down at his purple head. It was twitching with
excitement. "Sorry, Mark", she apologized. She sounded like she meant
it. "I got carried away." Mark smiled. "That's allright", he said,
looking at Cindy. "She's hard to resist. Too bad she doesn't blush
like you do." Cindy giggled.
Laura lowered herself slowly upon him. She inserted the tip of his
penis between her outer labia and held him there, the smooth wet
warmth of her pussy lips around him. Then she came down, slowly, and
he savoured that magnificent sensation of her love tunnel caressing
his swollen head. He felt how her inner folds parted before him, and
he felt himself twitch as they shaped themselves around the rim of
his head, caressing, stroking... When he was buried up to the hilt in
her tight hole, she worked her inner muscles to squeeze him like a
hand. He grunted. "Careful," he cautioned. But then she pushed
herself up again, and the wonderful friction was too much. Pleasure
exploded in his balls, rushed outwards to the tip of his hard shaft,
and for a moment he felt how it swelled as she slid down again around
him. Then his orgasm exploded, and he gasped as his body shook, and
they both felt how he jetted his load deep inside her. The discharge
was as intense as sudden, and he whimpered with delight.
Then it was over, and in the thoughtless, breathless moments that
always came over him, afterward, he felt himself slip out of her, his
erection already disappearing. Shame and disappointment filled him,
and he sighed. "Sorry, Laura," he whispered. He closed his eyes. "I
couldn't hold it any longer."
He felt her lips against his face, kissing him. "Sweet, silly Mark",
she said softly. "You worry too much, dear." She kissed him again.
"And I guess I saw it coming before you did." She chuckled. "Rest up
a bit. You're going to need it."
She pushed herself up, rolling on her back beside him. "Cindy, I
think you owe me one", she said, spreading her thighs. "You wanted a
close look. Be my guest." Cindy laughed. "Mark was right. You really
are a bully." Mark opened his eyes in time to see Cindy kiss Laura
between her legs. God, it was a beautiful sight. 
Cindy traced the outline of Laura's swollen pussy lips with the tip
of her finger. It was so smooth, so warm. So slippery. "Just like
mine when I was a little girl", she whispered. She bent down her head
and carefully licked across the slit. Laura gasped. Mark watched with
interest as Cindy went to work on Laura's clit. The tip of her tongue
alternated between her inner labiae and the hard nubbin between them.
As Mark watched, it grew. He'd never seen her excitement rush so
fast. Then Cindy slowed, put her tongue against the now-exposd tip of
Laura's pleasure button, and started rubbing it, stroking it with her
tongue. Laura rocked her head, left and right, with her eyes closed.
She moaned, long and deep. 
"Tell me what you like", Cindy whispered. With a shock Mark
remembered how he had asked that same question, over and over again,
during the first intense nights - and days - when he and Laura had
made love.
But Laura's response was very specific this time. "Higher", she
gasped, "a bit to the left, yes... that's it. Harder now, yes, go on,
stay on the tip, yes... Harder, harder... Uuuunnnnggggggg!" Her back
arched and her legs tensed as her body shook with the enormous fource
of her orgasm. Mark could see that it was a big one.

They just lay there, the three of them, while life slowly returned to
normal. Laura had her eyes closed, and only her deep breathing showed
that she was not asleep. A dark red blush covered her face, her
shoulders, and her breasts. She looked achingly beautiful, Mark
thought. 
Cindy smiled at him. He bent over to kiss her. "Nice job", he said.
"You'll have to teach me, sometime." Cindy smiled. "I just did what I
like most to have done to me", she said softly. "Looks like it
worked", Mark observed.
Laura stirred. When she opened her eyes, two faces were looking down
on her. "Thanks, honey", she said. Then she looked at Mark. "Can I
ask you something without offending you?" she asked. "Sure", Mark
said. Laura smiled. "Ask her to teach you", she said. Mark nodded. "I
planned to", he answered. Laura raised her arms to hug them both.
They remained like that for a moment, touching, sharing. 
"You know..." Cindy began, then hesitated. "What?" Laura asked. Cindy
smiled shily. "I almost came when I saw Mark enter you", she said.
"It was so... well, I don't know..." She looked slightly embarrassed.
"Do you think that's kinky?" she asked. "You mean voyeurism?" Mark
asked. Cindy nodded. "Bull", Laura said in her ususal direct way.
"Sticking a label on it is nonsense. It looked great. It was. Period.
What's kinky about that?" 
Cindy smiled. "If you put it that way..." Laura nodded. "I do," she
said. "Do you want to know about kinky? Mark, what's the kinkiest
thing you've ever done?"
As usual, the question surprised Mark. She always asked the damndest
questions, he thought. "That depends on what you think of as kinky",
he said cautiously. Laura smiled lazily. "Use your imagination", she
said. 
Mark laid back, remembering. "Well", he said, "I don't know if it
qualifies, but there was this young cousin of mine, a couple of years
ago..." Laura nodded. "Yep, that qualifies", she said. "What cousin?
Where? When? How? It's the juicy details we want, Mark." He chuckled.
"Why am I not suprised?" he said.
He closed his eyes. "Where shall I start?" he mused. "Ah... yes.
Well. A long, long time ago..." "Details, Mark. We don't have time
for all that", Laura interrupted. Mark sighed. "Bag of worms", he
said. "Now where was I?" "Digressing", Laura said tartly. "Ah, yes,
thank you", he answered. Laura made a face.
"As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted", he continued,
fencing off a jab in the ribs from Laura, "When I was, ah... fourteen,
I think. I had - still have - a cousin. Her name is Jennifer, and she
was sixteen or something at the time. She came to stay with us for a
couple of weeks during summer. Jennifer is a redhead. Flaming red
curls, everywhere..." "Everywhere?" Cindy asked with a mischievous
smile. "Yes, everywhere", Mark said. "I'll get to that in a minute.
Anyway, she looked gorgeous then. I haven't seen her since. But I can
still remember her: red hair, creamy skin, dimples down to her
shoulders. 
Now I had known Jennifer when we were both little kids, but now I
noticed she wasn't a little girl anymore. God, how I noticed." He
chuckled. "I used to lie awake at night, thinking of her. And one
evening when I was upstairs, I heard her walking by as she came out
of the shower and went into the spare bedroom where she slept. When I
got up somewhat later to get a drink, I noticed she had left the door
ajar. Light spilled from it into the hall, where it was dark. So of
course I walked very softly and took a look."
Laura chuckled. "Yes, you would." "What would you have done?" Cindy
asked. "Anyway," Mark went on, "I was standing there in the dark, and
I could just see the edge of the bed. She was sitting on it, naked
except for some very small pink panties. The dimples I'd had always
seen on her face and neck went on across her shoulders and her
breasts. They weren't large, but her nipples were pink, and I thought
it was the most beautiful think I had ever seen.
She was reading a book, and while she read, her hand slid into the
front of her panties, and she started stroking herself with the tip
of her fingers. I could see them move under the thin fabric. It was
all I could do to keep standing still. She went on and on, and I
could see how she started to blush, and how her breath went faster.
Suddenly she put down the book, and I almost jumped, because I
thought she'd heard me. But she sat on her knees, pulled down her
panties and dropped them on the floor. Between her legs she was a
readhead, too. My legs started to tremble. Then she pulled her lips
apart. They were pink and they glistened. She slid a finger of her
other hand into her slit and she started to stroke herself. She went
faster and faster, and suddenly she gasped, and she just sat there,
her eyes closed, her hands between her legs, her body tensed up.
That's when I decided to go back to my room. I walked as softly as I
could, and as soon as I had the door shut behind me, I unzipped and I
jacked off. It didn't take long."
He smiled. "I've been thinking about her for years when I
masturbated. Because the funny thing was, she *always* closed the
door behind her. She'd always done that before, and she always did it
afterwards. I guess it was just a habit. And she knew I was
upstairs." "So..." Laura said. Mark nodded. "Yes. I've been wondering
ever since."
"I don't", Cindy said. "She knew you were watching. I'm sure she
knew." Mark blinked. "I've thought of that myself, of course... but
that just made it better. I prefer to think she was setting me up,
yes..." 
He looked at Laura. "Detailed enough?" he asked. Laura smiled.
"Perfect, dear." She leaned over and kissed him. "So now it's your
turn", he said. Laura nodded. "Allright", she said.
"Do you remember when I was taking electronics classes?" she asked
Cindy. Cindy nodded. "Sure", she said. "You blew the TV on your
second week, and twice the whole building was in the dark for an
hour." Laura waved her hand. "Unimportant. Anyway, I had this
collection of electric junk, remember?" Cindy nodded. "Somewhere in
the junk box I had a small electric buzzer. It ran off a flashlight
battery and I never knew where it came from. But the thing had a
small pin at one end to adjust the pitch of the buzz. If you pulled
it out completely, you could no longer hear it buzz, but it still
vibrated."
Cindy smiled. "I think I can see where this is going", she said. "Are
you sure?" Laura asked. Cindy hesitated.
"Anyway," Laura went on, "one day I got an idea. I rigged a long,
thin wire to it, a small switch and a flashlight battery. I strapped
the buzzer between my legs with a elastic band I'd made, just above
my clit. I put on my panties and my jeans, and nothing showed. But
when I hit the switch.... wow..." Cindy laughed out loud. "You went
out on the street with that thing?" she asked. Laura nodded. "I even
attended classes once. I'd tried it out, of course, and I'd noticed
that I got so wet that my panties were soaked within minutes. So I
put in a Tampax before I left, I ran the wire through the sleeve of
my sweater, and the battery went into the pocket of my jeans. I would
switch it on and off, and within a few minuted I'd come, right in the
middle of the classroom. I usually faked a cough or something to hide
it. I finally quit when my results dropped."
Cindy smiled. "You were doing that right under my nose, and I never
knew..." she said. Laura nodded. "I wasn't sure how you'd react, back
then." Cindy thought it over for a few seconds. "Neither am I..." she
said. Then she smiled wickedly. "But it's a great idea", she said.
Laura laughed. "I'll look in the junk box for you. I believe I've got
one of those things still lying around somewhere."
Mark turned to Cindy. "Your turn", he said. 
Cindy smiled. "I don't know if it counts", she said, "but I used to
do it with a deodorant bottle." Laura nodded. "Spill", she said.
"No, you can't do that with those things", Cindy replied. "You know
the kind with the big roller ball and the round, plastic screwcaps? I
always used to have a couple of them around, remember?" Laura nodded.
"Anyway, one day when I was in the shower, I noticed the bottle
standing beside the mirror, and I wondered if it would fit. To I took
it, I got it real wet, and I squatted down. I pulled my lips apart
and pushed in the round cap first. It was tight, but it slid in,
slowly, and it felt very good. I tried to move around, and then I
came." She smiled. "I've done it quite often since then." Laura
laughed. "So that's why you were always using those stupid roller
things? I've always wondered." Mark chuckled. "That's something you
can't do with an aerosol spraycan", he said drily. "Don't tell me
you've tried", Laura snorted. Mark shook his head. "I'm not equipped
to", he said.
Laura reached under the bed. "While we're feeling confessional
anyway", she started. "Don't push it", Mark broke in. "Quiet, dear",
she told him. She came up with a small package and started unwrapping
it. "I'd more or less hoped something like this would develop", she
admitted. "So on my way back I bought something."
She finished tearing off the paper and tossed it away. What she held
in her hand was a smooth rod, velvet black with a polished chrome
tip, and a black cap at the other. It looked beautiful.
Cindy looked at it, then slowly took it from Laura. "That's..." she
said. Laura nodded. "Yep. I've always wanted to try one. Let me
see..." She twisted a ring on the cap, and the rod began to buzz.
"You got yourself a vibrator?" Mark asked, somewhat surprised. She'd
done it again, he had to admit. Just when he thought he knew her...
The thought made him smile.
"No, dear", Laura said. "I got US a vibrator." "Where did you get
it?" he asked curiously. Laura gave him one of her looks. "Would you
believe K-Mart?" Mark smiled. "Not really", he said drily. "Then
don't ask", she replied.  "Now, why don't you keep Cindy busy while I
try this out?" She took the vibrator from Cindy and adjusted the
ring. The pitch of the buzz suddenly changed, got higher. "Or would
you rather like to watch?"
As she gently probed between her labia with the silvery tip, the 
question became academic. Cindy had her eyes glued to Laura's groin,
following every move she made. Mark couldn't help but laugh. When
Laura looked up, she noticed. "I guess you'd better watch", she said
drily. Mark nodded.
Laura pushed the vibrator slowly into her pussy, experimentally
twisting the ring. Then she let it slip out again, and ran the tip
along her labia. Her eyes narrowed with pleasure. She turned the hum
as low as it would go, and pushed it against the tip of her clit.
With a wince she pulled it away again. "No, that hurts", she mumbled.
Instead she ran the tip of the now softly humming vibrator against
the shaft of her clit, and started rubbing her labia with her other
hand.
She went on for perhaps two minutes, occasionally turning up the
ring, until the buzz had become a high-pitched hum. Mark noticed how
she had begun to blush again, and he knew she was on the verge of
coming. Cindy still seemed mesmerized, and Mark briefly wondered how
Laura had guessed. He thought she'd taken some big gambles setting up
this... party, but now he realized that she'd known Cindy far better
then he ever had known.
Then Laura pushed the vibrator fully against the swollen tip of her
clit, and the howled. Her muscles tightend up, and when she came,
she bucked and spasmed like an epileptic. Then she collapsed, and
Mark gently took the vibrator from her hand. He twisted the ring
until it clicked, and the buzzing stopped. The tip was shiney with
her moisture.
Mark waved his hand back and forth before Cindy's eyes. She looked
up, blinked in surprise. "Like the show?" he asked. He rubbed his
thumb over the tip of the vibrator, felt the slippery wetness.
He turned it on and handed it to Cindy. She took it, looked it over
without a word. She felt the smooth surface buzzing in her hands.
"Why don't you let me do that, honey?" Laura asked. Cindy said
nothing. Laura got up and took the vibator, then gently pushed her
back on the bed. Cindy looked at Mark, and he bent over to kiss her.
His hands caressed her shoulders as the tip of his tongue met hers.
She moaned softly. "Are you okay?" he whispered. She nodded. "Sure,
she said. "I trust you. Both of you. Aaaahhh....." Mark looked up to
see Laura burying her face between Cindy's thighs. He smiled. She was
going at it with gusto, as usual. He turned his head to kiss Cindy
again as the vibrator began to hum softly.
His hands started to stroke her body, caressing her shoulders, her
breasts, her nipples. Again, he was amazed by the softness of her
skin, the weight of those beautiful brown domes. "Do you like my
tits?" Cindy whispered. Mark nodded. Then she gasped, and he looked
down to see Laura trace the outline of her labia with the tip of the
vibrator. Then she let it slip between those wet lips and turned up
the ring a notch. Cindy moaned. Laura stroked the insides of Cindy's
thighs, gently pushing them apart to get better access. She pulled
out the vibrator again and started working on the side of Cindy's
clit. 
As she began to pant, Mark bent down and started licking her breasts.
He ran his tongue across them in long, loving swipes, savouring the
taste of her sweat, the smell of her excitement. Her nipples were
dark and hard under his touch. As he licked one breast, he rolled
the nipple of the other one between his thumb and forefinger,
squeezing ever so gently. Laura turned up the vibrator another notch,
and started working on Cindy's inner labiae.
Cindy thought she'd go mad with pleasure. The vibrations between her
thighs, in that most sensitive spot, ran up and down in waves of
delight from her knees to her waist. Marks tongue and hands ignited
fire in her breasts, and then he started sucking on her nipples, his
maddening tongue flicking across the tips. She gasped, and then Laura
turned up the vibrator, again, and pressed it against her clit, and
it went on and on, and...
Cindy shook as the orgasm hit her. It was almost painful in its
intensity, but not quite, and it came down on her hard and sharp,
and it exploded, and it went on, and on, so intense, and she
screamed, something she'd never done, she gasped, and she screamed
again, and if felt so good...
When her orgasm subsided, she just lay there for a few seconds,
panting. Then she felt how Laura's tongue gently probed under the
hood of her clit, touching it ever so softly. Any other contact would
probably have been painful, but somehow she just knew how to touch
that very sensitive spot, licking it slowly, so slowly... Mark had
stopped fondling her nipples as he watched Laura, carefully bringing
Cindy to another orgasm.
After a minute or so, Laura slipped the tip of the vibrator between
Cindy's labia and gently pushed it in. The vibrations added to the
incredible pleasure of Laura's tongue, and the felt her joy peek,
again, faster this time. Than she came, and it was hard, short and
intense. She felt how Laura held her hips to keep the vibrator in
place, leaving it on, and after a few seconds her tongue on the tip
of her clit again. Mark pinched both her nipples, then rubbed his
thumbs over the hard, swollen tips. His rhythm matched Laura's
licking, and the came again, and again, each orgasm on the heels of
the previous one, short and explosive.
When Cindy thought she couldn't stand no more, she motioned Laura to
stop. She felt drained, exhausted, her whole body tingling with
pleasure and fatigue at the same time. When she opened her eyes,
Laura's face hung before hers, and she smiled. Laura bent down to
kiss her. "Take your time", she whispered. "You'd better catch your
breath." Cindy smiled. Now *that* was an understatement.

Mark woke up slowly. He lay on his back with his eyes closed,
allowing consciousness to return at its own pace. He was feeling
muscless he didn't know he had, and they were complaining loudly.
Memory made its way from somewhere unknown, and he smiled. He
certainly had the right to hurt.
Slowly he realized that the bed was moving slightly. Not much, but
there was definitely more activity than two sleeping girls should
cause. And their breathing was a bit too heavy as well.
He opened his eyes to the beautiful sight of Cindy and Laura doing a
sixty-nine. Cindy was laying on her back, legs spread. Laura was
straddling her face, her head bent down between brown thighs. What
struck him most was how slow they were about it. Both girls looked as
if they'd been at it for hours, and planned to take forever. But then
Cindy started to shudder, and Mark could see how Laura pressed down
her tongue on Cindy's clitoris, and how she started to rub it, tease
it... Cindy moaned, and started to rock her hips as her orgasm
overtook her. Laura's tongue matched her rhythm, stimulating the
smooth, hard button, feeding each shudder back into it, prolonging
the pleasure, making it go on and on.... Mark watched with interest.
He'd have to remember this.
After a short pause both girls resumed their slow caresses, licking,
gently stroking the inside of each others thighs, so slowly... and
then it was Laura's turn, and Mark saw her release coming in the way
her body tensed up, and he could see it was a big one. But again both
girls held still, and after another brief pause they went on again,
slowly and quietly.
Mark sat up. "Having fun?", he asked. Laura looked up and smiled.
"Stupid question", she said, grinning. Cindy turned her head
between Laura's legs. "You don't mind my borrowing her for a moment,
do you?" she asked. Mark smiled. "Oh, go ahead", he said. "It's fun
to watch." Laura's grin became even bigger. "I thought you might like
it", she said.
Mark looked down. The proof of his excitement gently nodded up and
down with his pulse. "What time is is?" He asked. "Don't know", Laura
said. "You've been asleep for an hour or so." She looked at him and
smiled. "But you seem to be rested." She carefully pushed herself up
and rolled on her side, giving Cindy one last playful lick between
her legs. "Get up, honey", she said. "Work to do." Cindy sat up as
well. She sighed happily. "Shall we toss a coin?" she asked. "No,
that's alright", Laura replied. "You take him. I'm pretty tired. How
many times did we come? I've lost count."
Cindy didn't waste time. She got up and straddled Marks hips. She
took his penis in her hand and gently pushed in the head. Then she
lowered herself upon him. She was so wet that he slid into her in one
long stroke, all the way up until he felt their pubic hair meet in
his, her moisture on his skin.
Mark could tell that she was tired. She rode him in long, lazy
strokes, unhurried. Her breasts bounced gently, and he smiled. "I
wish I could come as often as you girls can", he said. Cindy smiled.
"Worn out?" she asked. Mark chuckled. "Better take it easy", he
admitted. Laura giggled. "Poor dear", she cooed. "Did we make you
work to hard this time?" He made a face at her. "You're going to
regret this", he said. "I'll need at least a week to recover." Laura
got up. "Then we've got to get as much mileage out of you while we
can", she said in her usual businesslike way. She sat on her knees
and motioned Cindy to hold still for a moment. She straddled his
face, took his head in her hands and firmly pressed his mouth against
her groin. "Mmmbbllbll mmmbll", said Mark. "Yes, dear", Laura said.
"Now get on with it." Cindy laughed as she slowly started moving
again. 
Mark was amazed. Again Laura seemed to now exactly what pleased him
most. It had been one of his favorite fantasies for years, and now it
was coming true: here he lay on his back, one gorgeous girl sitting
on his face, another one straddling his hips. He kissed Laura's hot,
wet core, ten started exploring it with his tongue. He licked,
slowly, gently, his tongue matching the rhythm of Cindy, gently
rocking up and down, caressing his penis with every gentle, velvet
movement. It was delicious.
Too soon it was over, both girls being still excited from each others
ministrations. Laura came first. Her thighs tightened up around his
head, and she pressed her groin firmly against his mouth. He
responded by putting his lips around her clit, and then sucking
sharply. She shuddered as the sensation increased the intensity of
her building orgasm enormously. Cindy held still to let Laura's
orgasm run it's course. Then Mark felt how she started to rub her
clitoris with the tip of her finger, hard and fast, and suddenly
he felt how her inner muscles started to contract, her vagina
clamping his penis, again and again. He bit his lip, and managed to
hold back his own orgasm.
Laura looked down at him, smiling fondly. "Thank you", she said
simply. He smiled back. "My pleasure", he said. She got off his face
and kissed him. "I love you so much", she whispered. He kissed her
again, his face wet with her moisture. She ran the tip of her tongue
playfully across his cheek. "I got you all wet", she muttered. Mark
chuckled. "I'll live".
Cindy pulled his penis out of her. Laura glanced at his erection.
"Did you come?" she asked. He shook his head. "We've got to correct
that", she said. "Cindy, dear, let me show you what he likes, okay?"
Cindy smiled. "Okay. Just tell me what to do." "Well", said Laura, "I
take him in my mouth, and I run the tip of my tongue across the rim
of his head. Let me show you..." She took Marks penis in her hand and
slowly licked under the rim of his swollen, purple crown. He felt
himself swell even more. 
Then Cindy firmly grasped his shaft and slid her soft, lush lips
around the tip of him. Her lips were even softer then Laura's, and
more full, which made for a delicious sensation. Then he felt how her
tonge started licking him, tracing his most sensitive spots, as Laura
said. He moaned softly.
"I think you're doing fine", Laura said drily. "Now you can use your
other hand to stroke his balls. He loves that. Again, Cindy did as
Laura said, feeling the weight of his sack in the palm of her hand.
Her fingers ran through his pubic curls.
The pleasure grew, and grew, until it was almost painful in its
intensity. But Mark was tired, and he had had a lot of orgasms
recently, and he felt that it was going to be difficult this time. If
he made it at all.
Laura seemed to understand the problem. "Would you like to come,
Mark?" she asked. "Please come for me". Cindy looked up. "For us",
she said. Then she went on, caressing him with her lips and tongue.
Laura nodded. "For us", she said. "Let me help you. In the mean time,
start sucking gently. I'll tell you when to suck harder."
Mark closed his eyes and concentrated on the wonderful sensations
that he was receiving from Cindy. He felt how the tip of his penis
started to expand in her mouth as she began to suck, gently,
rhythmically. Then he felt Laura's fingers probe between the cleft of
his buttocks, and he sighed. This was too good! Two wonderful girls,
each delicious in their own way, working together to give him as much
pleasure as they could. He wished it would last forever.
Then he felt something else feel its way between his buttocks. It was
cool, hard and smooth, and it took him a few seconds to realize that
it was the tip of the vibrator. As to confirm his conclusion, Laura
turned it on and it started humming softly. It tickled.
Then Laura gently moved on, found his sphincter, and after a few
seconds she carefully worked her way inside. She slowly turned up the
speed of the vibrator, and Mark suddenly noticed how good it felt.
The vibrations ran through his rectum, made his balls tingle with
delight, while Cindy's mouth and tongue caressed the head of his
penis like warm, slippery velvet. The tip of his shaft started to
tingle, the onset of his orgasm more wonderful then ever. Slowly it
rose, the tip of his penis started to throb. Cindy sensed it and
sucked, sucked, and his head seemed to swell as it had never before.
His pleasure rose, rose, and his muscles drew taut as cables. His
sphincter contracted around the still humming tip of the vibrator,
and then the pleasure peaked and exploded, and it was his whole body!
Unlike other times, the intense pleasure of his release didn't just
concentrate in the head of his penis, but instead it started in his
anus, where his sphincter tightly gripped the buzzing tip of the
vibrator, it rose to engulf his testicles, and like a static electric
charge it crackled around the skin of his rock-hard shaft, up and up,
to where Cindy's tongue ran one last time around the super-sensitive
rim of his head, and it exploded! A massive shot of pleasure jolted
through his abdomen, and he shook, fireworks going off in his groin,
big and hard, with bright red and white flashes, and it burned like a
magnesium flare. It went on and on, longer and harder then ever, and
it seemed minutes before he started to ejaculate, his spasms shaking
his hips as his release finally arrived, pumping whatever semen was
left in his balle into Cindy's mouth with tremendous fource, and the
whole universe seemed to consist of pleasure, and nothing more...

Mark slowly came around, slowly led back to consciousness my the
sensation of Laura's lips on his. He kissed her back, his eyes
closed. He was completely exhaused.
When he finally looked at her, he noted once more how achingly
beautiful she was, during moments like this. And again he realized
that it wasn't beauty that he was seeing, but happiness.
"Thank you", he whispered at her. She grinned, rubbed her nose
against his. "Thank *you*", she replied. She turned her head and
looked at Cindy, who was sound asleep with her head on Marks belly.
"It looks like you're not going anywhere for some time", she
whispered. Mark chuckled softly. "I wasn't planning to", he said.
"I'm pretty bushed myself." Laura laid her head on his chest. "Me
too", she said. He softly stroked her back.
"Tell me, Mark", she asked him somewhat later, "do you love Cindy?"
The question surprised him only a little. "Yes, I do", he admitted.
"Not like I love you, but... yeah, love her. I want to see her happy,
and that fits the definition, doesn't it?" She smiled. "You're to
damn analytic", she said. Mark nodded. "I know... but... well, I had
an agreement with Cindy. When she asked me to make love, I wanted her
to promise that that would be the end of it... just fun, but no
string attached. I wanted it that way. I love you more than I can
say, and I don't want anyone or anything to come between us." Laura
gently kissed him on his cheek. "She's not coming between us, Mark",
she said. "So when you wake up tomorrow, tell her to forget that
promise, okay? It's allright. She's not coming between us."
Mark smiled. "You love her too, don't you?" he asked. Laura nodded.
"Yeah, I do", she said. "Are you..." Mark asked. "Bisexual?" she
said. "Hm... I'm still not sure, but I think not. I'm not attracted
to women. Not really. But in this case, it's different. Cindy and I
are very close. We've been close for quite some time..." She
hesitated, then just said "Yeah, I love her."
Mark hugged her. "Good", he said. And nothing more needed saying as
they both slowly drifted off to sleep.