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Dwight and Branwyn
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Dwight Brewster and Branwyn Griffith had "met online" almost
a year before. In the ensuing months, they corresponded at
length, progressively becoming more intimate. They had spoken on
the phone for hours on end, exchanged photographs (neither was
disappointed), and finally, tentatively, made their plans to
meet, each a bit apprehensive about the outcome of this first
encounter, he even more than she. Ultimately, Dwight had been
persuaded by the advice of a friend who had had a similar ex-
perience: "It's a grand, heady gamble," she told him, "...act-
ually meeting one's online love for the first time, and the
excitement, the sense of adventure, far outweigh the risk.
Meeting someone face to face, someone whose inside you've come to
know very well, is a dizzying experience." It was a sultry late
July, when finally they came together....
Dwight, 38 and unmarried, a New Yorker born and bred, con-
trived a "business trip" to Los Angeles, a city he ordinarily
despised as sterile, shallow, transparently trendy: it was a
place he generally avoided whenever possible. Hence his col-
leagues at the firm (all of whom were well aware of his fervid
east coast chauvinism) were surprised when he announced his
intention to fly to California, there personally to draw up
preliminary papers for the Coulton-Scullard merger. Ordinarily,
that sort of drudge work would have been handled by one of the
junior associates, not a senior partner.
Branwyn, 29, a transplanted Minnesotan, had escaped the
confines of Duluth two years before, after the collapse of her
four year marriage to Jeffrey. She knew all too well Dwight's
sentiments about Los Angeles, but she knew too that he liked the
theatre, and so had gotten tickets for a new and locally well-re-
viewed play, her intention evidently to demonstrate the cultural
maturity of her adopted city to this skeptical easterner she had
come to know on People Link. Before going to the play they had
an early dinner at La Chute, a lovely French restaurant (even he
had to concede that), but the play itself was dreadful. They
left after the first act, and drove up the serpentine road to her
house in the hills overlooking the haze covered city, which
seemed to sprawl, endlessly, below. Arriving, she poured them
each a glass of wine, tuned the stereo, and then provided the
ritual tour of her home, including (but of course) the bedroom,
dominated by a huge bed, itself adorned with red satin sheets.
After, they went out to the deck, and, simultaneously it seemed,
decided that it would be a nice evening to go into the Jacuzzi,
for Dwight a novelty. Branwyn took his glass, refilled it with
the perfectly iced Bordeaux, and placed it beside her own on the
ledge around the Jacuzzi. She handed him a towel and said she'd
be back shortly, warning him playfully "not to start" without
her, but to go on and get in the water. Stripping, he did, at
the same time wondering "...start what??"
She left, then returned moments later with what she referred
to as "a joint," dropped her towel and joined him, naked, in the
swirling water. The cannabis seemed to make the lyrical, soulful
music playing on the stereo touch their senses even more acutely
than it had before. Relaxing, leaning back with the jets and
bubbles going full force, drinking the wine, with nothing but the
stars above them, finally she leaned into him. Inevitably their
lips met as their bodies touched, sending an anticipatory stirr-
ing through both of them. Then, Branwyn shifted her position in
the water, to a place directly in front of him. He spread his
legs so that she could come closer still....
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2. Sitting naked with her in the Jacuzzi, a little light headed
from the combined effects of the wine and the grass, it occurred
to Dwight that they seemed to have hit it off pretty famously.
Here he was "unexpectedly" in California with this sensual woman
he had "met" electronically scant months before....
"This is the first time I've ever been in one of these
things," Dwight said, gesturing vaguely, a bit nervously, at the
oaken tub which enclosed them, his oddly pale skin (surely *east-
ern, she thought) almost luminous, translucent, in the reduced
light, "...I find the experience decidedly sexy," he continued,
"and full of interesting possibilities." What *sort of "pos-
sibilities," she asked, thinking his choice of words curiously
clinical. Still, her reply was punctuated by a slow, suggestive,
and (yes) worldly smile. "Well, Branwyn, this reminds me of a
story I read not long ago, on Plink, evidently written by some
wanton, which suggested an explanation about why women seem to
like these tubs so much...." What story was that, she wanted to
know. By a stroke of good fortune, unbelievably [all things
being possible in this world of the imagination], Dwight "just
happened" to have a copy of the text of the aforementioned tale
secreted somewhere on his person.
He retrieved it, miraculously, from somewhere [literary
ingenuity here fails, momentarily: being naked, soaked, soaking,
we know he had no pockets, or none to which he would readily
admit in mixed company]; nevertheless, he began to read aloud,
confidently, almost as though he had some proprietary interest in
the tale's composition:
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"Why don't you go to my lake house this weekend and enjoy
some free time," Joan told Ann at work on Wednesday. Too much
responsibility at work had recently drained Ann of energy, but
she had the weekend stretching out in front of her that was hers
alone....
[So the story began, and Branwyn listened attentively, chastely
even (given the circumstances), and learned that ultimately it
concerned a hot tub, not unlike her own. Observant and ap-
propriately concerned readers of postings in this place, section
13, luckily know the denouement, and need be reminded only of the
*operative parts.... But for the inattentive ones, the ones who
fake their homework (there are always some) ...the story was
about an unusual (for Ann anyway) discovery, but your author
digresses, and interrupts.... The tale progressed, after the
obligatory atmospherics had been sketched in....]
Holding onto the side of the tub [it went on], Ann [our
heroine] spread her legs so that the water would hit her pussy at
just the right spot. She began to push against the water and
couldn't believe the feeling she moved up and down pushing
herself harder and harder against the jet. It felt like a hard
cock pushing deep into her. She began to twist and thrust again
and again. The jet bored into her, and the sensation grew
stronger and stronger until she felt that feeling, the release
she needed, and she heard herself crying out with pleasure....
[And then Anne was caught, flagrante delicto, in media res (as it
were), post res, actually, by a randy real estate agent, of all
things, yes I know, it should have been a gardener, I read too,
but I didn't write the story, and maybe (a *very long maybe) real
estate agents too are capable of randiness. This being thin ice,
given the option, I'd have gone for the formulaic gardener my-
self. Complain to the author. Chacun a son gout.... "To be
continued" was the way it ended, maddeningly, just as the randy
real estate man and the newly enlightened, hopeful, Anne were
(one imagines) about to *do something the mind boggles at the
possibilities. But there it finished, anticlimactically, for the
real estate man in the most literal sense of that word....]
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"That's it," Dwight said after he had concluded, "it never
was continued, alas. Have you ever tried using the jets that
way?" Branwyn blushed but smiled again, and that was answer
enough. "How about now, then," he teased. And then, wordlessly,
he put his hands on her shoulders, and turned her around so that
her back was pressed into his chest. In this position, she sat
between his parted legs, his now erect cock pressed into her
buttocks. He could reach 'round her, under her arms, with both
of his hands. Doing so, he cupped each of her full breasts,
gently rolling the nipples between his fingers. Their natural
buoyancy and the surging water made her breasts seem to float,
just breaking the water's surface. She sighed heavily and pres-
sed back into him, as all the while he continued to toy with her,
the pressure of her back against him, the salute of her swelling
nipples signalling her arousal....
"Come on," Dwight said finally, "let's try it." Giggling
like children at their own clumsiness, they eventually made their
way to the side of the tub, still in the water, she sitting on
his lap, her legs parted, thighs enclosing his. Again Dwight
reached around her with his left hand and began to stroke gently
between the lips of her vulva with his middle finger. "Yes, just
there, Dwight," she murmured, and she spread her legs yet further
apart. Even as he played with her, occasionally varying the
routine by slipping his finger *inside, Dwight maneuvered them
closer to one of the jets until he could feel it pulsing directly
on the back of his caressing hand. In this way, if he moved his
hand away, the water jetted right between the lips of her pussy,
and he held her there in that position, kissing the back and side
of her neck, fondling her breasts with his right hand, stroking
her clitoris with the fingers of his left....
These several delights had Branwyn *very aroused, very
quickly, moreso than ever she could have imagined. "God, you're
going to make me come," she moaned, "I want you inside me." "Not
yet, Branwyn," he answered, laughing, handling her, "...this
first one is just for you." So, abandoning herself now to the
inevitable, Branwyn reached down between her own legs and took
his rampant organ into her hands, rubbing it up and down between
the by now swollen lips of her pussy, as the water pulsed and
pulsed against her. At last, she came with a shudder....
"Hmmmm, just like the story," Dwight said, smiling. "But what
about you, *what can I do for you," she asked, holding onto his
still very erect cock. "Use your imagination," he replied.
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3. Pressing back onto Dwight's chest and massaging him gently
with her hand, teasing, pivoting her hips against him, feeling
his breath quicken, Branwyn then turned and, facing him, leaned
into him, kissing, running her tongue along his lips, felt them
part. Their tongues touched, darted each into the other's mouth,
entwined. She lowered her hand down to his erect cock once
again, and put her other arm around his back, pulling him closer
so that he could feel her breasts on his chest. She rubbed her
body against him, up, down, and felt his cock grow even bigger,
hotter than before. Then moving so that she could straddle his
lap, pushing herself hard against his loins, she asked again
"What would you like, Dwight?" He smiled up at her, saying that
he was certain she'd be able to figure it out without his having
to say a word....
Already atop him, she raised herself slightly, so that she
could sink slowly onto his cock. Feeling the water jets and
bubbles all around them, the heat from the Jacuzzi augmented by
their body heat, they were dizzied and slipped down further into
the water, their hands exploring, probing.... All the while, she
continued to move up and down on his cock. Perceiving his risen
desire, and not wanting him to cum yet, (since she had more in
mind for him), she then moved from on top of him and knelt again
before him, between his splayed legs. Dwight moved up a little
on the seat, so that his cock was beside her breasts, and Branwyn
leaned forward to kiss his neck. Trailing down his chest, she
lowered her head down across his taut abdomen and kissed his
cock, which was just barely jutting out of the water. Moving her
mouth over the very tip she circled it with her tongue....
Then taking his hand she said "Come on, come with me." They
stepped from the Jacuzzi, toweled each other dry, and she led him
to the upper portion of the deck, then into the house, to the
bedroom. Still holding his hand she pulled him to the bed and
turned, again to kiss him, ultimately sitting down on the edge of
the bed, with him standing in front of her, his cock still full
and thick from their foreplay in the Jacuzzi....
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4. As she led Dwight into the softly lit bedroom, he couldn't
help but notice again the opulent, feminine furnishings: the
raised teakwood platform bed with its alluring red sheets, the
plush oriental patterned carpet, and the damask curtains cleverly
suspended in some hidden fashion on all of the walls surrounding
the bed, which stood in the exact center of the room, the very
focus of the place. "Curious to cover the walls with curtains,"
he thought at the time, but said nothing. And this time he also
noticed a detail which had eluded him during the brief tour of
the house earlier that evening: the entire ceiling, at least four
hundred square feet corner to corner, was made up of brilliantly
polished mirror panels whose purpose he immediately guessed. "So
you like to *watch yourself, Branwyn," he said, smiling. She
made no reply other than to reach to the head of the bed in which
was located what appeared to be a small control panel, buttons
and switches. Pressing one of these, she caused the curtains
silently to glide into recesses in each corner of the room,
revealing beneath them walls covered entirely by yet more mirror
panels identical in every respect to those which constituted the
ceiling....
The effect was electric. No sooner had the curtains moved
aside than she took his half turgid cock into her hand, ringing
it with thumb and forefinger, stroking up and down, cradling and
gently squeezing his balls with her other hand. She began slow-
ly, teasingly, licking the tip of the glans, and worked her
tongue in and around the super sensitive eye. Within a few short
moments, however, she picked up the pace, hungrily engulfing
almost the whole of him. He looked down, enthralled, watching
his cock disappear then reappear, glistening. As her head bobb-
ed, Dwight became aware of a kind of low guttural purring sound
emanating from her throat....
Since she was sitting just at the edge of the bed, he stand-
ing before her, he was able to get one of his legs between hers.
Sensing what he was about, not slowing her rhythm, she accom-
modated him, spreading her thighs wide apart so that he could
push his knee hard up against her center. She had already become
very wet. And as Dwight looked about him, into the mirrors on
either side, he saw their lovemaking reflected, replicated over
and over in the shiny glass, dozens of ever shrinking images
receding into a seeming infinity. Reaching down, he ran both of
his hands through her hair, then pulled her closer onto him,
enraptured with the exquisite sensation of her mouth and ton-
gue....
In time, feeling that all too familiar tightening in his
scrotum and lower belly, even as he grew weak-kneed, Dwight knew
that he'd not be able to hold out much longer, and he didn't want
to finish alone. So he pushed her away, withdrew himself from
her unrelenting caresses. She looked up at him imploringly,
questioning, a child whose treat had unaccountably been taken
away for no apparent reason. But as he pushed her back onto the
bed, she understood. "Come on, Branwyn, get on top of me, I want
to taste you," he said, and she smiled. He lay on his back, she
over him, her knees on either side of his shoulders. Gradually
lowering herself, her beautiful behind neared his face, and he
could see *all, from anus to pussy, wide open, shiny.... At the
apex of the delicate floral inner lips proudly stood her little
clitoris, whilst beyond he could glimpse just a bit of her trim-
med pubic hair. All this but for a second or two, and then it
was lost to his delighted gaze as she dropped onto his mouth.
Next she sank down on her own belly, towards his, seized his
throbbing cock, and placed it once again between her lovely lips.
He felt her tongue playing with him, licking and sucking, and
voluptuous feelings, almost unbearable, shot through him, emanat-
ing from that one place, now fully enveloped in her mouth, the
center of her attention, the core of his very being. Up and down
gently she moved her head, the pressure of her tongue and palate
affording him excruciating pleasure....
Out shot his tongue in reciprocation, seeking the expanded
smoothness of her vulva, finding the full clitoris, then thrust-
ing into the very avenue to her womb. So for some time, they
carried on this delicious play, with mutual enthusiasm. Then he
felt her backside wriggle, and she pressed herself closer, harder
against his mouth. His cock, harder and harder, jerked upward,
involuntarily, deeper into her throat, his own hips propelling
him *into her. With a tractable fucking motion, more quickly
still she moved her mouth up and down him, and he, alternately
clasping and rubbing her buttocks, tongued rapidly the whole
surface of her cunt....
His moan of pleasure, muffled in her groin, signalled the
beginning of his crisis, and with a thrill he felt himself puls-
ing jet after jet into her mouth. From her again he heard that
same low guttural purring, "ummmmmm," felt the vibrato on his
cock. With another wiggling motion, she responded at once to the
sensation of his emission, and settled closer onto his mouth.
His nose fairly buried in her, her clit between his lips, he shot
his tongue rapidly over it as tighter he held her to him. He
felt her tremble, then go rigid, and then her motions ceased.
She lay still, atop him, tranquil in the aftermath of pleasure,
his cock still in her mouth, his face soaked with her essence....
Then they relinquished each other, and moved to reverse
their position. So lost in rapture had they been that only then
did they realize that they were no longer alone in the bedroom.
That Branwyn showed no sign of shock or even mild surprise told
Dwight at once that the person staring at them was someone she
knew. Coolly, levelly, she returned the stranger's gaze and said
"Well, I should have known....how long have her been watching
us?" And Dwight wondered *what he had gotten himself into....
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5. With a smile the tall, dark, stranger answered, "Long enough
to know I want to join you and your new friend. Aren't you going
to introduce us?" "Sure," Branwyn replied, "Dwight, this is
Cato." As they greeted each other, Branwyn could sense an un-
easiness about Dwight. She smiled up at him and asked what was
wrong. He said that he was "just a little uncomfortable" with
someone around whom he didn't know had been there, that it might
have been "nice" if Cato had made some sort of noise when he
entered the room.... Branwyn attempted to sooth him with a
gentle kiss, to which he responded a little nervously, but then
seemingly Dwight calmed down very quickly when he learned that
there was really nothing to worry about, that Cato and Branwyn
were quite good friends, and that often Cato and his friend Lori,
with Branwyn and her partner would swap. Asking him how he felt
about that, swapping, Dwight quickly told Branwyn that he had had
*that sort of encounter but once before, many years earlier, and
that at the time he had known all of the parties fairly well....
Just then another person entered the room, wearing only a
towel, having apparently just left the Jacuzzi. She approached
Cato, kissed him, then asked to be introduced to the "new kid on
the block." Dwight immediately realized that this must be Lori,
who without batting an eye took Cato by the hand and led him to
the large bed where he and Branwyn were still lying. They climb-
ed onto the bed and started kissing each other passionately; by
this time, her towel was of course gone and she had already
removed the robe that Cato was wearing, dropping it to the floor.
Following her lead, Dwight and Branwyn embraced and started
kissing again. Very soon all four were touching each other,
caressing and kissing. Then they changed partners, Dwight with
Lori, Branwyn with Cato. Soon Lori took Dwight's hand and led
him across the room, through a door that had been obscured by the
mirrors....
This room had a totally different atmosphere from the one
which they had just left. The furnishings were French Provin-
cial, with a four poster bed in the middle, chiffon draping all
four sides, held back by satin rope ties to the corners of the
bed. A thick plush rug carpeted the floor, soft music emanated
from hidden speakers, and burning incense candles were placed
throughout the room, itself done in shades of blue, with a hint
of pink highlights. The only similarity to the other room was
the wall through which they had just entered: it too was covered
with mirrors.... Still holding his hand, Lori led Dwight to the
bed, turning to him to say that she certainly "approved" of
Branwyn's taste in men, that she was really glad that she and
Cato had "happened by" that evening.
Seeming to know her way around very well, she pulled him
down on the bed with her. Grinning, she asked, "Would you like
to see something interesting?" Before he could answer, she reach-
ed for the light and turned it off. At the same time, Dwight
discerned another sound, a click, some sort of switch. She then
turned him around so that he faced the mirror, *through which he
could see Cato with Branwyn in the mirrored room. Since they had
not had any interruption, had not moved from one room to another,
they were already enjoying each other. Watching Branwyn's mouth
go down on Cato's thick, erect cock, seeing his tongue dart in
and out of her cunt excited Dwight immediately, powerfully. He
pulled Lori above him on the bed, maneuvering himself so that he
could bury his face between her legs. At the same time she took
his cock into her mouth, driving it to the back of her throat.
With a motion that somehow allowed her throat to open even more,
his cock completely disappeared inside her mouth, and he thrust
harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Just as he felt himself
starting to come Lori moved so that she was straddling over him
and lowered herself onto him moving her body to his, grinding her
hips against him.... At that very moment, Dwight managed to
steal a glimpse into the mirror again, to see what was going on
in the next room. Only then did he realize that Cato and Branwyn
were *also able to see through the reflective glass, as he had
earlier. Surprised at himself, Dwight was mightily aroused by
this new sensation of being on display, and he found himself
wanting to make love to both Branwyn and Lori at the same time,
wanting to feel both of them all over him. He motioned to Bran-
wyn, asking that she come into the room where he lay with Lori.
In a moment she was there, leading Cato by the hand.
After Branwyn climbed into the bed with Dwight and Lori, she
asked whether he had ever made love to two women at the same time
before. Dwight shook his head, whereupon Branwyn told him to go
across the room, to the chair. "Watch us," she said, "and any
time you want to join in, why just feel free to do so." But
before he left the bedside, Branwyn pulled him down on the bed
and kissed him hard on the lips, while Lori began rubbing between
his legs.
Dwight then went across to the chair, to watch. Noticing
another "joint" on the table beside him, he decided that a bit
more couldn't do any harm, then walked back to the bed and of-
fered the other three some of the grass. They all accepted, and
planted kisses on him in gratitude. Walking back to the chair he
continued to smoke, sitting on the edge of the chair, not exact-
ly certain how long he'd be able simply to sit and watch this
activity, already in full progress before him. But at the same
time, he was not sure how he felt about making love with two
women at the same time, and both of them making love to him.
After all, this whole experience was unlike anything in his
experience. Yet on the other hand they *did seem to be having a
great time. Dwight began to feel left out, sinking back onto the
chair, his mind and eyes on the bed, on the three of them....
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6a. It's certainly true that Dwight's mind was filled with a
whole set of conflicting emotions when he first noticed Cato
standing there, a broad grin on his face. At first, he wondered
if he was expected to participate in some sort of bisexual or
homosexual action, and he knew that he was decidedly *unready*
for that sort of thing. He also thought the name rather amusing,
recalling from his college days that the most famous historical
"Cato" was Cato the Censor, a Roman magistrate of the second
century before Christ, a sternly conservative official who op-
posed as immoral hedonism virtually all Greek influence on the
Roman Republic in short, old Cato was a celebrated prude. What
an inappropriate name for the seemingly unapologetic libertine
there in the room with them. "Poor old Cato must be spinning in
his grave," Dwight thought, amused....
In any event, Branwyn's relaxed attitude, her assurances,
and finally the arrival of Lori, went a long way toward allaying
his misgivings. He couldn't help but admire Lori's tanned and
healthy California body, lithe, long limbed, slim-hipped, her
small firm breasts crowned with pert nipples. Like the others,
he noted that hers was an all-over tan.... So on impulse, he
decided "...in for a penny, in for a pound," and reflected that
if this was the sort of thing that went on in California, well,
after all, he *was a guest in this place, and wouldn't want to
offend anyone, would he? And so he determined just to let it
happen.... "California, here I *come!"
Shortly thereafter, he found myself in what Branwyn had
laughingly described as "the French room," his face buried in
Lori's pussy, licking and nibbling at her labia and clitoris,
while at the same time she expertly sucked, nursed, at him, even
as Branwyn and Cato mimicked their actions next door. "French
room;" indeed, he thought it aptly named.... Lori's truly expert
ministrations had him at the edge of orgasm over and over, and he
was amazed how much of him she managed to get into her throat.
Yet each time he felt that he was about to go over the edge, she
also somehow sensed it, and slowed the pace, fondling his cock,
squeezing gently, till the crisis had passed. She herself had
already come at least twice, he felt sure, when she climbed on
him, and impaled herself to the hilt. Not moving up and down at
all, she instead used her internal muscles, milking him.... All
the while, he could see Branwyn and Cato through the glass, and
by then he knew that they could see as well. It was more excit-
ing than anything he had ever experienced before, and he came and
came, at the same time as the others in the adjacent room....
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Of course he was curious about making love to two women at
the same time, as he freely acknowledged when joined by Branwyn
and Cato in the "French room," but he was also quite conscious of
(even perhaps a little embarrassed by) his own limitations: the
spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak. "They gave an orgy,
and Dwight couldn't *come," he thought wryly, at least not as
frequently as *this incredibly sybaritic trio.... So there he
sat in the chair, a little lightheaded from the effects of the
ganja, watching intently, a bit jealous if truth be told, as
*both Lori and Cato made love to Branwyn, she nuzzling and teas-
ing Branwyn's breasts (her own hand busy between her parted
legs), as he fucked her, *hard. All three of their bodies were
bathed in sweat, the bedclothes tangled, the room suffused with
the aroma of sex.... And after he brought Branwyn to another
quaking zenith, incredibly, Cato was instantly on top of Lori,
pounding his cock into her, her calves around his shoulders, ("Is
this priapism?" Dwight wondered), as both of them ultimately
finished at the same time, their climax heralded by a mutual
groan of release and seeming bliss....
"OK, folks, half-time," Dwight said, joking somewhat anx-
iously, and suggested that perhaps the others would like to join
him in the Jacuzzi, to which he then retreated. By now it was
velvety dark outside, the moonless starry sky providing the only
light, a faint blue. He had scarcely eased himself into the tub
when the padding of bare feet behind him indicated that he was
not to be there alone for long. "Where's Cato?" he asked, when
just Branwyn and Lori slipped into the tub. "Recuperating," Lori
said, "...getting ready for the second half." "Christ," Dwight
thought to himself, "*who is this? Ironman?" "Actually, he took
a shower, and went into the kitchen for a sandwich," Branwyn
added, "he's not eaten anything for hours. Or, more correctly,
not eaten any *food for hours, and man does not live on pussy
alone...."
Moments later, the two of them were in the tub with him, one
on either side. He kissed them alternately, faces, mouths, and
breasts, and tingled at the touch of hands, four hands, sliding
slowly up the inside of his thighs toward his groin, reaching his
somewhat revivified member, stroking, kneading, cupping his
balls. His own hands were not long still, either, and he return-
ed the luscious feeling, touching both of them at the same time.
He felt, they *all felt, his vigor slowly rekindled, and then
Lori suggested that they return to the mirrored bedroom....
Dwight found himself wholly absorbed, intoxicated, by these
two voluptuous, appetizing women, one full bodied and fresh as
the morning, the other slim and dark, inviting as the night. The
strong sexuality emanating from both of them radiated, and grad-
ually he began to feel rather more *equal to the situation. All
of them were still standing, as they collaborated on his arousal,
till at last his cock stood almost straight up. Then Lori fell
to her knees and began to suck him ardently, repeating again that
motion which enabled her to wholly engulf him deep into her
throat. At the same time, Branwyn leaned into him, planting
kisses on his mouth, eyes, and neck, as his fingers, in return,
coursed down to her pussy, which he found moist and open, her
clitoris once again protruding. Though the game became more and
more impassioned, he was determined this time to keep his "spir-
it" in check, in order to see it all the way through. At last
Lori stood up, and taking his hand led him to a table which was
placed against the wall. Branwyn held his other hand and fol-
lowed....
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6b. Lori stood at the table for a moment, then leaned over face
down, her torso pressed into its shiny surface. "Here," she
said, "take me from behind." His cock seemed to grow merely at
the sight of her well-formed backside, her slightly parted
thighs, and her pussy, which she stuck out behind her, tantaliz-
ing, slightly swaying her long legs. Taking a position behind
her, bending his knees a little until the level was right, he
slipped slowly into her in one steady stroke. While Dwight made
love to Lori, Branwyn stood behind him, fondling his balls, and
then said, "Let's do it by turns; first one, then the other," and
placed herself beside Lori, assuming an identical posture half
atop the table. So he withdrew from Lori, and plunged deeply
into Branwyn, then pulled out again and shoved into Lori with an
equally long and deep thrust, then again into Branwyn, and again
into Lori. His excitement over the two of them was maddening,
and at last he reached the point where he could have come at any
time. The two of them, side by side, glistening wet and wide
open, made him almost faint with sheer lust. "Come," he said,
"...let's get on the bed...."
Seconds later they were on the broad bed, surrounded by the
mirrors. He lay on his back, and Branwyn spread herself over his
face, pressing her pussy down to his lips. His tongue played
over her, occasionally titillating her risen clitoris, his fing-
ers clutching her hips. At the same time, behind Branwyn, Lori
straddled him, rubbing his cock against herself, finally sinking
down upon it. She rode him, wild with sensuality, until he had
to throw her aside to avoid coming too quickly. "It's your turn
now, Branwyn," he said, his voice ragged and barely audible.
Branwyn changed places with Lori, and he let his tongue tease
into Lori. She pressed her cunt down so hard that he had trouble
breathing. Despite the momentary discomfort, it was a splendid
experience to note the difference between the two women: Branwyn
was bigger, wetter, glowing, and moved only slightly, but was
deeper and somehow more intimate than Lori, who was smaller, more
hirsute, and less wet, but on the other hand was livelier, wild-
er, and more earnest. He squeezed and fondled both of their soft
yet agile bodies, and they were a long time fucking, taking turns
riding his cock, which unbelievably retained its rigidity....
Branwyn had to give up first. He felt her press onto his
cock, which now seemed to plumb the very depths of her womb;
from the spasms, he could tell that her orgasm seemed to last
several minutes. After that, Branwyn lay down by his side,
snuggling into him while Lori mounted him, and *screwed (there is
no other word for it) with a reckless abandon, seething, smolder-
ing, yet at the same time explosive. Her movements quickened,
and she rode him in a frenzy, while her fingernails raked into
his body. Finally it happened, not as it had with Branwyn in
slow, profound, and deeply consuming waves, but rather like a
cataclysm, a volcano suddenly spewing fire. She bit and scratch-
ed at him as her little, narrow pussy reached climax and she
sucked him in and up, opening and contracting by endless turns.
Then she sank forward, his cock still buried in her....
When Cato returned to the bedroom about twenty minutes
later, obviously refreshed, he found them still lying there
tangled in the bedsheets. "So you started without me, eh, and
now I suppose no one's interested in the final innings?" In the
same teasing tone, Branwyn answered: "Oh, I think you might still
be accommodated...." Whereupon he sidled over to the bed and sat
leaning against the headboard, legs apart, his thick cock already
showing signs of renewed life. Cato watched, fascinated, as
Branwyn reached for him, and played gently up and down his shaft
with her hand, causing him to grow with the touch. At the same
time, Lori snaked her hand between Dwight's legs, and found him
still hard.... Then Branwyn got on her knees, on the bed between
Cato's outstretched legs, and encircled his rigid sex with both
of her hands. Her face was very near the engorged head, and
Branwyn admired it, firm, polished, smooth, tempting. Cato
watched her. Lori and Dwight watched her, too. And Branwyn
enjoyed their combined gaze, enjoyed being in control, and felt
again a familiar stirring in her loins....
Her lips parted slightly, and then delicately, *very deli-
cately, she touched the tip of him with her tongue. They watched
her face, and the way her tongue flicked out repeatedly. She
licked at him gently, feline, then inserted a small part of his
cock into her mouth: it was quivering. Cato trembled with the
pleasure Branwyn afforded him. Again she kissed it, then enclos-
ed him between her lips like some wonderful fruit, sending shiv-
ers of delight from his sex up and into his body. A drop, milky
white, sea salty, the precursor of desire, dissolved on her
tongue, and she increased the pressure, the movements, of her
tongue and lips....
Watching Branwyn ministering to Cato at the same time that
Lori's cool fingers surrounded him was for Dwight almost un-
bearably exciting. He reached for Lori, and began to stroke her
pussy with his hand, his eyes still locked on Branwyn. Then,
when he moved to push Lori down upon her back, she said "No,
wait, let's give Branwyn a *special treat." Still holding onto
his cock, she maneuvered Dwight behind Branwyn, behind her raised
haunches. With her hand Lori rubbed Dwight's cock between the
lips of Branwyn's very wet pussy, finally guiding him into her,
filling her, at the same time that Cato raised his hips, that he
might be consumed by her hands and mouth. Having relinquished
Dwight, Lori moved up on the bed, and slipped her practiced hands
beneath Branwyn's large breasts, cupping them, tugging lightly at
the nipples with her fingers. The triple pleasure, the intense
carnality, made Branwyn pant, took her breath away....
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7. Still, Dwight sensed that even though the threefold delight,
the intense tactility, was exciting for Branwyn, something was
amiss, some limit had been reached. He guessed that Branwyn was
uneasy about having sex with Lori, and, recalling his own reti-
cence when Cato first appeared on the scene, Dwight could under-
stand her misgivings. His intuition was confirmed when Lori
smiled at him, lasciviously running her tongue over her lips,
saying in his ear that she had been wanting to make love to
Branwyn for a long time, but that she, Branwyn, had never let
her. Now she fully intended to try and take advantage of the
situation....
Branwyn overheard Lori's whispered remark to Dwight. Want-
ing to make certain that their exquisite night together not be
spoiled by anyone's doing *anything which they preferred not to
do, yet at the same time wanting not to disappoint, Branwyn
responded only slightly to Lori's overtures. Soon, however, it
was apparent that she had only done so in order once more to move
towards Dwight, *noticing of course that he was again aroused by
watching her with Cato. As Branwyn moved away from Cato, towards
Dwight, Cato pulled Lori to him, roughly, his member rampant from
the preliminaries lavished on him by Branwyn's talented mouth and
tongue.
Branwyn murmured to Dwight that it was almost dawn, that she
did not want any of the time remaining to them to go *unful-
filled, and led him back into the other bedroom. Closing the
door behind them, drawing the drapes over the mirrored walls,
pressing another button on the headboard, she caused the mirrors
in the ceiling to recess, to be replaced by rather normal looking
ceiling panels. Suddenly the room was transformed from a den of
sex, a seraglio, into a very soft, luxurious room, very sexy
indeed but in a perceptibly sensuous way, somehow softer.
Branwyn then took Dwight into her arms and kissed him very deep-
ly, longingly. They made tender, sweet, gentle love for the
remainder of the night.
"This is the real me," Branwyn whispered, "...that other
person that I pretended to be was just for fun and fantasy."
They lay in each others arms for hours into the morning, until
the sound of a dog barking at the mailman brought them back to
reality. They got up, dressed, and went down to the kitchen for
coffee before each had to pursue separate ways, separate
lives.... Branwyn kissed him goodbye at the door, then watched
him drive away, down the long road in the rented car. Both
wondered whether they would ever meet again. Both knew that if
ever they did, they would reminisce about the excitement of that
night with Lori and Cato. But both also knew that if ever they
should meet again they would spend the entire time *alone in the
luxurious, sexy, sumptuous bedroom making love in that truly
special way they had tenderly, sweetly, gently, and passionate-
ly....
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