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  She went to her knees, held his cock in the cradle between her thumb and forefinger, and teased the head of it with a gentle flicking motion of her tongue. He slid his fingers through her hair and pulled her face to his crotch, easing his cock into her mouth. She opened wide, taking it to the back of her throat.

  “Oh, that’s good,” he groaned. “Yes, suck it…”

  He tightened his fingers in her hair and started pushing and pulling, bobbing her head on his cock. She jerked his shaft too, working her tongue against the sides of his shaft as his dick moved deep into her mouth and back out again.

  “Ummm, yeah, suck it… suck that cock, make me come,” he said.

  His breathing was quicker now, he was pumping his hips, thrusting his cock in and out… and she suddenly stopped.

  “What?” he asked, confused by her sudden abandonment.

  “I want what I want first,” she said.

  “Name it.”

  “I want a threesome,” she said.

  She took his hand and stuck it under her skirt.

  “I want you and Shawna in my bed, both of you fucking me. I want to lick her pussy while you slide your dick in me from behind.”

  “Oh, Jeez…”

  “Can you arrange that for me?” she asked, her voice a sexy whisper. She pushed one of his fingers into her pussy. “Can you give me what I want?”

  He promised he would.

  * * * *

  Garrett and Shawna showed up as expected. Garrett wore the grin of a man who was too full of himself, who was accustomed to getting everything he wanted. He wore an air of smug, confidence. He truly believed he was in control.

  Andrea wore a loose camisole made of shimmering black silk, a pair of tight white jeans, and her new stiletto shoes. She wore no bra beneath the camisole and her boobs, all natural, bobbed and jiggled with invitation every time she moved.

  Shawna did not look happy. She looked sexy in her short summer dress and sandals, but she was obviously here only because Garrett had insisted upon it. Shawna shot Andrea a look that spelled b-i-t-c-h. Andrea simply smiled back at her. This was going to be fun. Her motives, of course, were not pure, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t take advantage of the situation too.

  “Can I get you a drink?” she asked, directing the question at both Garrett and Shawna. “I made sangria.”

  “Sounds good,” Garrett said.

  “Thanks,” Shawna said.

  Andrea couldn’t resist. “Is that thanks as in, no, I don’t want any, thank you, or thanks as in yes, please, thank you?”

  “I’ll have a glass,” Shawna replied, barely able to contain her distaste of this entire evening.

  Garrett and Shawna sat on the couch. Andrea went into the kitchen, fixed the drinks, and brought them out. She set the tray on the coffee table and sat down between Garrett and Shawna.

  “So, have you ever gone down on a woman? Andrea asked Shawna.

  “Can’t say that I have,” Shawna answered. “I like men.”

  “Well, we have something in common then. I’ve never gone down on a woman either. Looks like tonight will be the first for both of us.”

  “And I get the pleasure of watching,” Garrett said.

  “Aren’t you the lucky one,” Shawna said, her smile tight and forced.

  “Let’s take this party to the bedroom,” Andrea suggested.

  Garrett was more than willing. Shawna went along for the ride, though it was obvious by her demeanor that she was less than happy about it.

  Andrea couldn’t have been happier. The Sony digital Hi-8 was set up in the closet. She went into the bedroom first, on the pretext of setting the mood. She turned the camera on, checked the angle, and set the zoom best suited for the job. She drew the bedspread down, folded the satin sheets down, and called for Garrett and Shawna to join her.

  It started slow and tense. Andrea knelt in front of Garrett to suck his cock. He kissed Shawna and squeezed her tits through her dress. Andrea licked the head of his cock a few times, then she took it to the back of her throat and sucked hard.

  Garrett took off as much of his clothing as he could while Andrea gave him head, then he brought her to her feet and pushed her toward Shawna. There was no doubt in either girl’s mind what he wanted to see.

  Andrea took charge. She pulled Shawna to her and kissed her hard on the mouth, and although Shawna was unyielding at first, it wasn’t long before she was letting Andrea slip her tongue into her mouth.

  Andrea ran her hands up Shawna’s legs, pushing them under Shawna’s dress. She slipped her fingers under the edges of Shawna’s panties and was pleased to find Shawna’s pussy heating up.

  Andrea had never in her life dreamed of being with another woman, but the thought of going down on Shawna turned her on. The fact that she hated this slut with her whole being somehow made the entire situation that much better.

  She pulled Shawna’s dress off and pushed Shawna onto the bed, then she began taking off her own clothes, stripping down to her silky panties. She made a slow, teasing production of removing her panties, but she left her shoes on.

  Shawna raised her ass and pushed her panties down, slipping them over her ankles. She opened her legs, bent her knees, and reached down to part the lips of her cunt. She slid one finger inside herself and thrust it in and out. She was so wet now, so much more into this.

  “Lick me,” she said, her voice catching in the back of her throat.

  Andrea went down on her, teased her clit, fingered her and licked her asshole. Garrett watched the episode as he pumped his fist on his cock.

  “Wear these,” Andrea said.

  She tossed Shawna’s panties to Garrett. He held them up, baffled by her command. “You want me to put on her panties?”

  “If you want to fuck either of us, yes.”

  Garrett put the panties on and rubbed his cock through the silky material. He felt foolish, but whatever it took to turn these girls on and keep them interested was fine by him.

  Andrea climbed over Shawna and they ate each other in the sixty-nine position. They licked each other until hot spasms of orgasmic pleasure took over.

  “Come here, big boy,” Andrea said, climbing off Shawna.

  She tugged the panties down. His erection flopped out, smacking her in the face. She took hold of it and started sucking the tip. Shawna joined in, running her tongue along the shaft. She slid a hand under his balls and gave them a good squeeze.

  “You wanna fuck us?” Andrea teased.

  “Oh, yeah,” he said. “And I’m going to start with you.”

  “Tell you what,” Andrea said, “let me fuck you.”

  She jerked the panties halfway down his legs. He finished taking them off, then climbed onto the bed. Andrea climbed onto him, aimed his cock at her pussy, and sat down on it.

  Shawna knelt between his legs and licked his balls while Andrea rode him, occasionally even managing to lick his shaft when Andrea was on the upstroke.

  “Come around here and sit on my face,” Garrett said.

  “You love it, don’t you,” Andrea said. “The power, the way you control women by holding their careers over their heads, by rewarding the women who fuck and punishing the women who don’t…”

  “Yeah, power,” he groaned.

  His words were muffled as Shawna sat on his face, smothering him in the damp heat of her pussy. He stuck his tongue inside her and she ground her pussy down on his tongue, gasping and panting as he got her off.

  Andrea climbed off his cock and used her hand on him. “Come here,” she said to Shawna, who climbed off Garrett’s face and knelt on his other side, her mouth open as she waited for him to explode.

  “Now,” Garrett said, grunting.

  Andrea pushed his cock at Shawna just as the first creamy blast erupted. It splashed her cheek. Andrea grabbed the back of Shawna’s head and pulled her down on Garrett’s cock. She made loud gulping sounds as she swallowed his semen, then the two women went at him with their tongues, cleani
ng the last traces of cum from his cock before exchanging wet, sticky kisses.

  Andrea eventually brought Garrett up for another round. This time he climbed between Shawna’s legs and slid his cock inside her. Andrea watched as he established a nice rhythm, pumping his dick in and out of Shawna, his heavy balls slapping steadily against the cheeks of her ass.

  Andrea leaned back on the bed, supporting her weight on her elbows, and placed her feet against Garrett’s ass. He continued to drive his dick into Shawna. Andrea moved one foot so that the heel of her shoe was positioned between the taut, hairy cheeks of Garrett’s ass, and before he had the chance to realize what was coming next, she pushed the stiletto heel into his asshole.

  “Shit,” he screamed out, and just as the heel fully penetrated him, he came again, this time in Shawna’s pussy.

  He was too far into it now to stop. He kept fucking Shawna, his ass cheeks flexing with the effort. Andrea worked the tapered heel deep inside his ass, twisting it this way and that. She drew the heel almost all the way out before forcing it in again.

  Garrett threw his head back and let loose with a groan that sounded like a cross between pleasure and pain. It came from deep inside him. His balls tightened and his cock jerked.

  Andrea finally removed the heel of her shoe. Garrett withdrew his cock from Shawna and collapsed on top of her, breathing heavy, his skin slick and glistening with sweat. Shawna lay pinned beneath him, still in need.

  “Fuck this,” she said, pushing Garrett off her. “Will you take care of me?” she said to Andrea.

  Andrea used both feet on Shawna, fucking her ass and pussy at the same time. Shawna rubbed her clit with two fingers. The combination of both holes being fucked by the slender seven-inch heels and her own fingers caressing her pink pearl was enough to send Shawna over the edge.

  “Girls, this is the beginning of a great friendship,” Garrett said.

  “I couldn’t agree more,” Andrea replied.

  By morning it was a done deal. Andrea made a phone call. The security guard who’d let her into the building yesterday answered the phone.

  “I could lose my job for this, you know that?” he said.

  “But you won’t,” Andrea assured him. “You’re good. I owe you.”

  “You don’t own me anything. It was wrong the way they did you.”

  “Thanks,” Andrea said, and hung up the phone.

  Tomorrow was the presentation to Benton Industries, a multi-million dollar account. Shawna would give the presentation. Garrett would be there too, along with the heads of Benton Industries. When the taped presentation rolled, everyone in the room would get a private screening of last night’s event.

  Andrea dropped a duplicate copy in the mail, addressed to Garrett’s wife. She deserved a peek as well.

  Now there was just one thing left to do. She had a date with Ricky, and by the end of the night, she’d introduce him to a couple of man-hating dykes…

  Group Effort

  “You finish the manuscript?” Max asked.

  It was always about the next book with Max, who’d been my agent for more than a decade. He’d gotten me quite a few deals over the years, but not without driving me half crazy in the process.

  “Ready to go,” I said.

  “Good. That’s real good, ’cause if you don’t write, we don’t eat, you know what I mean?”

  “I know what you mean, Max,” I said.

  “Hey, and when the book comes out, we celebrate, right?”

  “Right, Max,” I said.

  “A great big orgy.”

  “Sure thing,” I replied, humoring him.

  “Maybe we can swap wives, huh?”

  “Yeah, maybe,” I answered, again only to humor him.

  That was something else Max was always going on about. If it wasn’t my next book he was after, he was chasing my wife. He had a thing for her. It didn’t bother me. He’s a good guy at heart. A little high strung, but basically a good guy.

  I hung up just as Jill came into the kitchen. I watched as she poured two cups of coffee and carried them to the kitchen table.

  “All taken care of?” she asked.

  “All done,” I said.

  We sipped our coffee, looking at each other across the kitchen table. Her dark brown hair was in slight disarray, she wore no make-up, and she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

  She caught me staring.

  “What?” she asked, blushing.

  “Oh, nothing. Just admiring your beauty. I can see why Max is so hot to get his hands on you.”

  “Is he going on about that again?” she asked.

  “He doesn’t stop. He thinks we should have a big orgy to celebrate the new book, which would give him the opportunity to fuck you, of course.”

  “God, that guy’s such a pervert,” she said.

  “Tell me you don’t like the idea at least a little.”

  She blushed again as she sipped her coffee. I could see her mind turning the idea around. “Oh, I don’t know… maybe a little,” she agreed. “Not because I think Max is all that great, but because I think you like the idea.”

  “You think so?”

  “I do,” she said confidently.

  I shrugged. “I don’t need anything that fancy. I like us the way we are, just plain and old fashioned.”

  She came around the table to stand in front of me. She had on a baby-doll nightie, pink and see-though. Her nipples were hard, poking against the sheer fabric, a slightly darker shade of pink than the nightie. Her tight panties outlined the dark triangle between her legs.

  “We’re not that old fashioned,” she said. She hopped up on the kitchen table and opened her legs. Her panties stretched tight against her mound. “Come get your breakfast,” she said, pulling my head between her legs.

  * * * *

  It started as a normal cocktail party-a party to celebrate my new novel. Max had insisted on it. There were a few couples presents, some of whom were close friends of mine and Jill’s, and a select list of guests Max had insisted be there. None of us, except maybe Max, anticipated the events that transpired as the night progressed and expensive alcohol flowed freely.

  The lights went down. It was the beginning of our foray into the world of free love. Couples began to stake territorial claims. A bunch of adults acting like teenagers with our parents out of town.

  Jill and I have always been a little reserved when it comes to sex. That’s not to say we’re prudes, but in spite of the wife-swapping jokes with Max, the idea of performing sexually in a group situation was something completely new to us.

  Jill and I had consumed our fair share of alcohol, and while we weren’t drunk, we were feeling less inhibited than usual. Judging by the soft moans, deep-throated groans, and the gentle shifting of bodies as clothes were removed, we weren’t the only two people who’d loosened up some.

  Jill moved between my legs, supporting her weight with her hands as she took my cock in her mouth. She tightened her lips and sucked, her moans muffled as my cock slid to the back of her throat.

  She cupped my balls in one hand and massaged them, venturing back with the tip of one finger to tease my asshole.

  I noticed a rhythmic slapping noise that blended with the wet sound of my wife sucking my cock. Her body began to rock back and forth in time with the slapping sound, and I realized someone was fucking her. I looked beyond her bobbing head and upturned ass, focusing my eyes in the darkness. I could see Max behind her, his hands spread across her butt, his fingers digging in.

  Now that he had my attention, he fucked Jill harder, every thrust of his cock pushing her mouth down on my cock. She kept choking every time my dick hit the back of her throat, so she took her mouth away and licked the head of it while she jerked me off instead.

  I wondered where Max’s Candi had gotten off to. As if reading my mind, she materialized beside me, kneeling next to my wife. They licked it together, their tongues meeting around the fleshy tip, then they took tu
rns sucking me.

  Candi turned her ass to me. The lips of her pussy widened as she backed up to me. The damp blonde curls separated, exposing the moist pink interior.

  Jill moved away with Max. Candi licked my cock a few more times and then pushed me onto my back, holding my dick in a tight-fisted grip as she straddled me and impaled herself on it.

  She leaned up, dangling her heavy tits in my face. I caught a nipple in my mouth and sucked it, then I moved to the other one, all the while squeezing her sweet bottom as I bounced her on my cock.

  She rode me for a while, then she climbed off me and got on her hands and knees. I caught sight of Jill and Max as I slid into Candi from behind. Jill was riding Max. I could see his cock every time she came up on it, and I immediately felt intimidated by the length and thickness of it.

  Candi suddenly disengaged from me and crawled over to a couple not far away from us. I recognized the man and woman as my sister-in-law Jackie and her latest boyfriend, a big construction-worker type with more brawn than brain.

  Jackie was sucking his cock. Candi started eating Jackie from behind, licking her ass and her pussy. She motioned me over, but I joined Max and Jill instead.

  Sometimes looking at what you have from an outsider’s perspective can make you appreciate it even more, and that’s what happened as I watched my wife slide up and down Max’s big cock. I saw how much he enjoyed her, the way she pleased him, and I appreciated her that much more for it.

  Candi, Jackie, and Jackie’s construction-worker boyfriend came over to join us. Jackie’s boyfriend stood next to Jill and slid his cock into her mouth.

  Jackie and Candi sucked my cock until I came. Candi pulled my dick into her mouth first, gulping hard as she swallowed some of my cum, then she quickly pushed my cock at Jackie, who took it in her mouth and finished me off.

  Max said he was going to come. Jill climbed off his cock and wrapped her tits around it, letting him unload in her soft, warm cleavage. Jackie’s boyfriend jerked himself off until Max was finished, then he added his cum to Max’s cum, leaving Jill’s tits sticky and soaked.