Message-ID: <13556eli$9808011242@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Subject: {Redick}JDR"Dance of the Lecherous Leprechauns"( MMF )[1/1] Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6ptqgv$1hs$1@sparky.wolfe.net> JOHN DARK REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. You should be aware that the story might raise other matters that you find distasteful. You read at your own risk. 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Permission is hereby granted to repost it electronically, provided that it is posted in its entirety. Any deletion or alteration without express written permission of the author is a violation of domestic and international copyright law. ===================== The Dance Of The Lecherous Leprechauns by R. Stephen Redick burrito@mc.net My buddy Tony had come down to the city to experience a true Chicago St. Patrick's day for the first time. He lived in the suburbs, and didn't often get a chance to kick loose and really get down for a major party like this, so I didn't want to disappoint him. I had taken the entire day off, along with my current girlfriend, Christine. Together, she and I had lined up a couple of girls that we knew, Sandy and Patty, who were going to join us to go down to the parade and bars. Christine and I had met these two girls at my apartment building. I had wanted to get into either of their pants, and so, to help me, Christine had introduced herself as my cousin. This was very much in character for Christine, as she was what you could call aggressively bisexual. Actually, it would probably be more accurate to call her trisexual, because I believe she would try anything. I had quickly gotten each of the girls up to my apartment shortly after meeting them. Sandy was the first one. We had gone out to dinner, and went back to my place to smoke a joint. We groped each other for a while on the couch, and when it was finally clear that we were not going to fuck, we wound up jacking each other off. She had already come at least once, when she pulled up her sweatshirt and bra, exposing her breasts for me to come on, as she stroked my dick for the grand finale. I think she had underestimated the intensity of my excitement, versus the distance she had expected me to shoot my load. In fact, she looked pretty surprised when the first spurt went sailing across her forehead and became tangled in her hair. About half of the next squirt splashed on her cheek and caught her in the corner of her mouth, before she managed to pull my dick down, aiming more directly at her breasts. The rest of my wad pulsed over her breasts and belly, collecting in a pool in the middle of her chest, and running down over her side onto my couch. I noticed that although she used her hand to wipe my sperm from her face, she licked the small blob of it from the corner of her mouth. Patty, on the other hand , had come up to my apartment just to get high the next night. In a very short time, I had my hand in her pants and my cock in her mouth. She quickly made it clear that this was not going to be like the previous date with her friend; she not only wanted to fuck, but she told me, flat out, that she wanted to feel me come inside her pussy. I complied with her wishes two times that evening, and she decided to spend the night with me. In the morning, the smell of last night's sex on the sheets had my dick swelling again, and I reached down to finger her pussy. The hairs around the it were crusted with our combined dried juices, but her lips parted easily and the inside was as slippery as the aftermath of a wet dream. We had one more quick fuck, and I blew my load deep into her pussy, as she gasped and clutched at my ass, pulling me tightly up between her widely spread thighs. But this is just a little bit of background on two of the minor characters in today's adventure. It would be wise of me to try to explain a little bit about Christine. I had met her at a cocktail party about a month earlier. We were both dipping shrimp in the shrimp dip, and I managed to smear some of it on her hand, accidently. I offered to lick the dip off of her fingers, and she smiled and held up her hand, watching me as I spent entirely too much time licking between her fingers. We hit it off immediately, and I went home with her directly from the party. We spent the night drinking and talking, and she told me that she was bisexual, and more than a little bit wild. She was impressed enough with my tales of debauchery to let me spend the night with her, as long as I understood that we would not have sex that evening. I agreed, and we fell drunkenly into her bed and slept through the night. In the morning, she pulled out a Hitachi multi speed vibrator, with a soft round head on it the size of a tennis ball, and asked if I'd mind if she got herself off with it, as this was her morning habit. I told her that my morning habit usually included jacking myself off, and that watching her rubbing herself with this vibrator would be very stimulating for me, as well. She pulled off her panties, switched on the vibrator, and began to rub it slowly over her pussy. I got my underwear off, and sat up facing her, spreading my legs over hers, so that she could get a full view of my erect cock and balls, as I began to jack off along with her. We continued to make a little small talk as we masturbated, and the flavor of our conversation began to concentrate on the kind of things we both liked to do when we had sex with girls. Christine said she liked to fuck them with vibrators, dildos, and other sex toys, mostly, and I told her about how I usually concentrated on performing very wet oral sex and prolonged deep fucking. As we quickly heated up to a climax, I got up on my knees and moved up between her outspread thighs. She looked a little alarmed at first, because our deal had been no actual sex. I asked her if she would mind sharing her vibrator with me so that we could both come together. She agreed, and I pressed the underside of the head of my dick against the large ball and held it there, while a strong orgasm swelled up and exploded for both of us. This was the beginning of our friendship and sexual hunting partnership. On St. Patrick's day, the plan was to have all of us meet at Christine's place, and go down to the parade together, taking public transportation, because we planned on getting pretty drunk. However, when my friend and I arrived, we discovered that there was a new twist put into the day's schedule. We had to be back at her apartment early that afternoon, because a friend of hers from her office was having breast implants put in today, and she wanted to recover from the operation for the first night away from her children. This meant that we would have to cut short the downtown portion of our day, and move the party back to Christine's place by mid afternoon. Taking stock of her liquor cabinet and kitchen, I quickly came up with a plan to make strong brandy Alexanders, and color them with green food coloring. I would name them lecherous leprechauns. These would prove to be the fuel that gassed up the party that evening. The girls arrived, and we went downtown for the parade. Actually, it was no big thing. We wandered around through a couple of bars, but the crowd was pretty much businessmen and office types. We drank a little bit of the green beer, and got some of the silly hats, but there wasn't really that much excitement in the bars, so we headed back to Christine's. I made us the first round of drinks when we got back. They were smooth, green, and strong, but the ice cream completely camouflaged how potent they really were. I had learned to make these drinks, without the green coloring, several years earlier, when I was working as a bartender. As an after dinner drink, one or two of these things could cause the panties to fall off of some girls as soon as they left the bar. Guys who came back again usually tipped me better the second time, to thank me for suggesting the drink for their dates. After I served up the first round of drinks, Christine was becoming very suggestive and animated with the two girls; which I believe was making them a little nervous. My buddy was maneuvering to get himself closer to Patty, the one I had told him was the easiest of the two, while Christine and I concentrated our efforts on Sandy, the shorter dark haired girl. Patty had told me that the reason that Sandy hadn't fucked me that night was because she preferred black guys. Having told Christine this, she had purchased a large black dildo, the day before, just for this occasion. We were working on our second round of drinks, when the doorbell rang. It was Linda, the girl from the office, who had just come out of her surgery. Another one of her friends had just dropped her off in front of Christine's place, and she was here to spend the night. We had forgotten to tell the girls about this. . . When Linda came in the door, she looked like some sort of shell shock victim. She was pale and weak, and in quite a bit of discomfort, so we ushered her into the bedroom immediately. I guess this must have made the girls uncomfortable, because they began saying that they felt that we might be making too much noise, and that maybe they'd better leave, and let Linda get some rest. This was not exactly what my friend had in mind, though. My tale of the night with Patty had gotten his hopes up, and from the look of it, his dick had been up a bit since we had gotten back to Christine's, as well. But, some things are not meant to be. Our party plans came crashing down quickly, and within a few minutes, the girls were pulling on their coats and opening the door for themselves. I thought my buddy was going to try and go home with Patty, but I took him to the side and told him that we still had Christine, who would do the both of us before the girls had gotten down the elevator. This seemed to brighten him up a little bit. But fate was waiting to give this day still another twist. As we opened the door to say goodby to Sandy and Patty, another two girls appeared in the hallway. This time, it was Sandy, from down the hall, and Diane, Christine's neighbor from the next apartment. We literally pulled them inside the door at the same time that we were saying goodby to our two previous guests. My buddy's eyes almost popped out of his head as the two new arrivals began taking their coats off. Sandy was a rather tall girl, with medium length thick dark hair, and a beautiful body. She had long legs, a great butt, and high round breasts, that stretched against her sweater. Her pale creamy complexion suggested that these beautiful breasts were probably tipped with soft pink nipples, as well. The thought of them swaying naked in front of my face began to get my blood pumping in the right direction almost immediately. Christine had already told me that she had sex with Sandy before, and that she preferred to receive oral sex, rather than play with sex toys. This seemed to irritate her somewhat, as this was not her usual preference, but I didn't mind the thought at all. Diane, on the other hand, was a totally unknown commodity. She had moved here from Detroit just a couple of weeks earlier, and didn't really have any friends, except for her boyfriend, who, lucky for us, was not around. She was about five foot four inches tall, slender, with medium short brown hair, and a strikingly beautiful face. As she pulled off her coat, I could see that she had an inviting looking body. Her breasts strained against the material of her shirt, and it was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were not exactly large, but they appeared well rounded and soft. I quickly made us another round of leprechauns, and we sat down to begin to try to loosen up the two new arrivals. They had been downtown at the parade, too, but unlike us, they had started this day off at work. However, after a few too many drinks at the bars, they were a little bit too drunk to go back to the office, so they had decided to go back home, to see what the day would develop into. Diane had met Sandy and Christine just the other week, while going back and forth to work from the building. She had moved here from Detroit to be close to her boyfriend, who had come here to work around Thanksgiving, and decided to stay. Almost as soon as she had moved here, she was spotted by a photographer from Playboy magazine, who quickly became interested enough in her to help her get a job as a secretary at his office. I found the fact that she would so readily accept something like this from a man that she had just met, very interesting. Sandy was a teacher in the Chicago public schools, who had lived here all of her life. I had already met her once before, plus I already knew a bit about her tastes from what Christine had told me. Christine wasn't exactly discreet about her friend's secrets. Sandy was experimenting with girls lately, and had been with her on more than one occasion. I wondered if she had been intending to get it on with Diane this afternoon, when we stumbled into them in the hallway.... I think that this must have been what those two had in mind, because after another round of drinks, they begged off, and left for Diane's apartment, next door. This left my buddy and I with the only choice left; we would have to do a double team fuck with Christine, who by this time was quite drunk. Well, what the hell, I figured. . . Christine could just as easily do a couple of horny guys as well as she could have done any or all of the other girls we had tried to get today. We pulled off our clothes right there on the couch, and quickly got down to business. Tony was obviously turned on by the sight of Christine's large soft breasts. She was somewhat of a departure from most of my other previous girlfriends that he had met, who were never really large breasted. He quickly grabbed a double handful of them, licking and sucking her nipples, as she reached down and took a firm hold on his cock. Christine was ready for sex, right now, and foreplay wasn't on her mind. She pulled Tony's dick, which was already hard, straight into her cunt, which was already wet. Without any hesitation, the full length of his cock slipped quickly up into her gaping snatch. When she got really excited, her pussy could open wide enough for me to stick my entire hand inside, and the prospect of almost getting all of those girls today, along with all the drinks, had her turned on in a big way. I knelt on the arm of the couch, and began to rub my stiff dick against her cheek, rubbing it all across her face and lips. She wouldn't open her mouth to suck me, though, as she appeared to be concentrating on this first time fuck with Tony. I contented myself with jacking off , as I continued to rub my dick on her face and neck, as well as through her hair and into her ear; while she groaned and fucked my friend for all she was worth. The sound of their bodies slapping together was loud enough to have easily been heard outside in the hall. And then suddenly, Tony stiffened his whole body and pushed his cock full force into her cunt as he blew his load deep inside her. He twitched a couple more times, as the spasms of release washed over him, pumping hot semen into her pussy with each obvious wave of pleasure. Christine pushed down with all of her might against his spurting rod as she too, came to a quick intense climax. And now, apparently spent and satisfied, she began to slide down off the couch to the floor, as Tony pulled his wet dick from her cunt. ....Slide down off the couch was probably the best way to describe her motion. . . because that's what she did. . . and as she did so, her eyes rolled up in her head and closed, as she toppled over and passed out cold. Tony looked down at her, and back up at me, with sweat pouring off of his head. . . "Holy fuck! I think I killed her!" Shit! look at this. . . he's got his nuts off, and I've still got this fucking hard on, and now she's out like a light! "You broke her, you bastard! You broke the only fucking woman we got to keep today!" "Shit, she was drunk. . . she'll wake up soon enough, won't she?" I had seen Christine pass out once before. . . she was out for the count, and wouldn't be up and around for hours, or maybe even until tomorrow. "She's out, man. . . . stone cold out! And I'm still stuck with this!" I waved my still hard dick at him and continued to curse our luck. . . "Well, fuck you, man. . . don't be pointing that thing at me!" "We have to get more women." I said. We were obviously too drunk to attempt to drive up to Patty's place to try and seduce her. . . It seemed a far better bet to go next door to Diane's, where she and Sandy were probably already pulling each other's clothes off. . . I stood up and announced my intentions to go and fuck the two girls next door. "I think that the best thing we can do right now, is to go next door and fuck the two women who left us here, just before you killed out date!" "Right on, motherfucker!" shouted Tony, leaping unsteadily to his feet, and waving his fist in the air. He started groping on the floor , trying to pull his pants out of the pile of clothes that we had left there, as I headed for the door. "Fuck the clothes! Forget 'em! This way, we won't have to take them off when we get there." Tony stumbled towards the door, as I opened it and peered into the empty hallway. It was only a short distance to Diane's door, but we would have to pass by a long adjoining hallway on our right side, that I couldn't see down. I unlocked the door, and closed it softly behind us, as we slipped out into the hall. "I just hope Christine doesn't wake up and lock the door" I whispered. "You mean you don't you have a key?" "What the fuck does it look like. . . do you think I've got her key jammed up my asshole?" "Fuck you." "Fuck you, too. . . I'm no way near drunk enough for that." We knocked on the door, and shortly enough, it opened. Diane took one look at us and burst out laughing, but didn't offer to let us in. Hearing the commotion at the door, Sandy came over for a closer look. . . "We need more women!" I announced. "This asshole here caused our only functioning member of the opposite sex to have such an intense orgasm, that she passed out cold. I apologize for all the noise that you must have heard through these cheap thin walls. . . But that's the risk you have to take if you are going to engage in sexual activities with two such studs as ourselves." Tony and I put an arm across each other's shoulders, and stood there naked in the hallway, grinning drunkenly at them. . . They exchanged glances and whispered something back and forth. I think they were horny and drunk enough to do something right about now; either with us or without us... "OK" Diane said. "But we've got to go back to Christine's place." We gathered up the two girls and headed for the apartment next door. As we crossed the adjoining hallway, we could hear a door close. . . Back in Christine's apartment, she was still passed out cold on the floor, at the foot of the couch, and, I assume, Linda was still asleep in the bedroom. We never did tell these two girls about her. The sight of the unconscious hostess, naked on the floor, seemed to make them a little uncomfortable at first, so we went into the kitchen, while I prepared another round of drinks. Sandy seemed to be getting impatient with us, though, and she refused to accept the drink I offered. Tony was standing next to her, trying to pull her blouse out of her skirt, and he wasn't getting much encouragement from her. She began to leave the kitchen, looking at Diane, as if to tell her to come with her. Diane started to make a move away from my side, but I took hold of her hand and held it. . . not tightly, but firmly enough for let her know that I didn't want her to leave. She turned and looked at me, and I looked straight back into her eyes. I could see some excitement flickering inside her big brown eyes. . . She turned to Sandy. . . "That's OK" she said. "You go. . . I'm going to stay here for a while." Sandy turned and left quickly. I guess she was pissed that we took her friend away from her. She probably did want to have sex with her, and I'm pretty sure that she would have tried to, if we hadn't come along. . . I didn't know if she did men at all, for that matter. . . But, now that she was gone, I turned my attentions to Diane, who seemed to be ready to accept them. Tony and I closed in tightly on both sides of her, pressing our naked bodies against her, and beginning to toy around with her clothes . . . "Why don't you guys put your pants back on?" she asked. "Why? We'd only have to take them back off again." "Well, I'd feel better if you guys had your pants on" We looked at each other, and made no move to get dressed. "You'd have a better chance of getting my pants off, if you had yours on." Tony lurched into the living room and returned quickly with our pants, throwing mine at me as he began pulling his on. I stepped into my pants and pulled them up, zipping up the fly and buttoning the top. . . I looked at Diane. She was laughing now, obviously enjoying the power she had just exerted over us. She put her drink down on the counter, and reached down to place her hand directly on my crotch, feeling my half hard dick. Then she grabbed Tony's crotch in the same manner, and began pulling us away from the kitchen, towards the living room. We moved to the couch, where Christine lay on the floor, snoring softly. "Don't you guys think you should cover her up, or something?" I went to the closet and found a blanket, which I draped softly over the sleeping girl, trying to be careful not to wake her. We sat down on the couch, literally just above her head, with Diane in between us. I wasted no time in making the first move . . . I reached over and quickly unbuttoned Diane's blouse, pulling it open to reveal her bare breasts. "Get a load of these" I said, pulling the blouse out of her skirt and opening it back over her shoulders. Tony whistled in appreciation, and reached for the breast nearest him, while I cupped her other one in my palm and squeezed it gently. We both had the same thing in mind, as we bent down to lick and suck her nipples at the same time. . . "You guys. . . " she laughed. She had a marvelous laugh; deep, rich, and warm. . . Sexy - like the girl in the Martini & Rossi radio ads. . . I moved my lips to her throat and neck, kissing her lightly and breathing softly in her ear, while Tony continued to work at her breasts. My dick was fully erect now, and I opened my pants to straighten myself out, as well as to give Diane a good look at the swollen head of my cock. I'd had a lot of excitement today, and I hadn't had any release yet. My balls were heavy and hanging loosely, and my dick was rock hard, with veins bulging out along the sides. . . I took my dick in my hand and pushed it up for her to see it's fully erect length, and its' purple, swollen head. As a boy, I had always felt that the head of my dick was too fat, but later in life, my experience with women had taught me that they loved the feel of my fat headed monster, squeezing its' way up inside their pussies or filling up their mouths. . . "I don't know if I want to do this. . ." she protested, as I reached down and lifted up the hem of her short skirt, exposing her green and white striped panties. The crotch was clearly dark, and soaked from the inside. I put my hand over the crotch, and squeezed her pussy firmly. Then, pulling my hand away, I showed it to Tony. . . it was literally shiny and wet with her juices. I waved it under his nose, and he sniffed it deeply. "You don't know if you want to?. . . " I asked, pulling down the front of her panties and sliding my hand into her soft wet pubic hairs. She spread her legs slightly, to allow my hand to cover her pussy. It was hot and soaking wet, and her lips parted easily, as I slipped two of my fingers deep into her pussy, rubbing her clit with my palm. She squirmed against my hand, spreading her legs wider, throwing one of them across Tony's lap. I pulled my hand out of her pants, and brought it up to her face, wiping my wet fingers across her lips. I took her chin in my hand and turned her face to mine, as I licked her moist lips and began to kiss her. The scent of her pussy on my hand under her chin filled my nostrils, as I probed her mouth with my tongue, kissing her wetly. I reached down and pulled her leg into my lap and over my cock, which I let rub against the inside of her bare thigh. Her legs were spread out almost as far as they could go. . . "Ooohh yeah" she whispered."Spread them good, baby. Really spread them wide. . ." I rolled down off the couch, almost falling on Christine, and pulled her legs together; grabbing at her sopping wet panties and pulling them down her legs. Tony pulled off her blouse while I stood and dropped my pants. I stroked my cock in front of her face for an instant, and then I pushed it into her mouth. She opened up and took almost half the length of it in the first gulp, and then she quickly made an attempt to swallow the entire thing. I pushed my hips against her, fucking her in the mouth, back and forth, until I could feel my balls against her chin. She had my entire dick in her mouth and down her throat now, and she sucked hard on it, as I held still and let her flex her tongue against it's sensitive underside. Tony finished pulling her skirt off, and kicked his way out of his pants. We were now totally naked, and the sex was about to begin in earnest. He kneeled next to Diane, and pushed his cock against her cheek. She pulled my cock out of her mouth, and turned to suck Tony's dick for the first time. I wiped my wet cock against her cheek, pushing it up against her lips, as she slid her mouth up and down on his dick, taking it in as far as she had done to mine. . . The first time she came up for air, I pushed my cock into her mouth as quickly as I could, holding it in my hand and jacking myself off slowly, as I fucked her willing mouth. And then it was Tony's turn again, as she pulled my dick from her mouth and replaced it with his. She sucked us both with equal intensity, back and forth for several minutes. At one point, I pushed my dick into her mouth along side of Tony's, totally filling her mouth with both of our stiff cocks. I pushed her over, onto her back, and knelt between her widespread legs, sliding my dick easily into her open pussy. She gripped me softly with her wet cunt, as I fucked her deeply, feeling the exquisite texture of her inner passage. She moaned and gripped my back, trying to pull me deeper inside her. . . I fucked her for a few moments, until I could feel myself getting a little too close to having my orgasm. I didn't want to come this quickly, so I pulled myself out of her and sat back against the arm of the couch, pulling her up to her knees and towards me; exposing her to Tony, who pulled himself up against her bottom, and slipped his dick into her pussy for the first time. I got a kick out of looking into her face as he fucked her from behind. She had a strikingly beautiful face to begin with, but now, with a little sweat on her upper lip and brow, and some of her hairs beginning to stick to her forehead, she looked almost too beautiful to describe. She looked into my eyes and saw my acceptance of her pleasure. . . I didn't mind that she was enjoying being fucked by another man right now. In fact, I enjoyed it. . . . I enjoyed seeing her feeling totally free with herself, being able to savor her pleasure, as the first waves of her orgasm washed over her. Tony pulled his dick from her pussy, and hissed sharply, as he sprayed his load against her thighs. I continued to watch her face as he did this, studying her reaction to the sensation of his hot semen dripping down her legs and onto the couch. She looked into my face, her nostrils flaring with excitement. . . he fell over backwards against the opposite arm of the couch, his wet dick flopping against his thigh. I slowly pushed Diane back against Tony, and pulled her knees up, spreading her legs. The cum that he had just shot all over the backs of her thighs now started to run backwards down her legs towards her ass, leaving glistening, pearly trails on her smooth skin. Her pussy lips were pink and wet, left open by the departure of the dick that had just finished plumbing their hot scented depths. The aroma of her pussy and the fresh semen on her skin filled my nostrils I moved closer to her, holding my swollen dick in my hand. I looked down into her eyes as I pushed the fat head of my cock slowly into her soft wet pussy. She could never have looked more beautiful to me.... I hadn't had a release yet that day, and the need to empty my balls was becoming overwhelming. They were as enlarged as my overly excited cock, and they slapped heavily against her ass, as I began to fuck my way towards my long overdue climax. Her breasts shook in time with my powerful thrusts, as I buried my monster to its roots inside her with each stroke; pushing against her cervix, and probing the opening to her womb itself. She could feel me beginning to round the corner into the final stretch, preparing to shoot my load. . . Her eyes widened in alarm. . . "Don't come inside me!" I slowed my strokes for a moment, and realized that she was frightened about the possibility that she might become pregnant. This was a fine time to begin to think about that! But imminent release was the first thing on my mind, and it didn't really matter where it was to take place. . . "Relax," I said, " the only cumming inside you that I'm going to do, is going to be inside your mouth. . . " She pushed herself a little more upright, with one hand against Tony's leg, and the other pulling against the back of the couch. She was ready for me, now. . . "Come in my mouth. . . come in my face. . . come in my hair. . . come all over me. . . " she murmured, as she pushed herself up to me. The shifting of her position pushed the underside of my dick hard against the back wall of her cunt, and the hard front surface of her pubic area put a sharp bend in my cock, as it began to slide out of her hot wet pussy. It me over the brink immediately. I was already shooting my first pulse of sperm as I quickly pulled my dick out of her, painting a thick line of white hot semen through her pussy hairs and over her belly. ...So much for not coming inside of her... I raised myself up, grasping my cock, and took better aim at her face, just in time to let her have the next wet squirt just below the left eye. It was actually more of a stream of cum, rather than just a squirt. It splashed wetly across her cheek and continued to pour into her hair, washing over her ear, and covering the side of her neck. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open as I rubbed my still spurting member across her face, pushing it deep inside her mouth. She swallowed the rest of my load noisily, as I held my throbbing dick deep inside her mouth, feeling the spasms of my release ebbing away slowly, as she sucked the last drops of sperm from me. She swirled the last wet mouthful around the head of my dick with her tongue, causing such a sharp wave of pleasure that I almost lost my balance. I pulled my wet dick from her mouth and bent to kiss her hard on the mouth, probing with my tongue deeply inside, tasting my hot thick sperm mixed with her sweet wet saliva. On the floor beneath us, Christine continued to snore softly; oblivious to the sweaty, naked trio just above her head. We took our clothes with us, as we went into the kitchen to get dressed. "You guys. . . " Diane said, smiling. . . "You guys. . . You guys. . . " she kept repeating, as we walked across the floor. My sperm was still spread across her cheek, running down along her neck to her shoulder. I found a towel in the kitchen and used it to wipe her face and neck. I got down on my knees and wiped the cum from her legs and belly, pushing my face against her soft pubic hairs, attempting to slip my tongue in along the moist, parted lips of her pussy. But, playtime was apparently over. . . She pushed me gently away from her, and playfully tried to pull me up by the ears. "No more. . . no more" she said, shaking her head. "Don't you try and start something that I can't finish. You guys were more than enough for me. I've got to go back home now." We traded kisses with her, and began dressing in the kitchen. I tried to steal her wet panties, stuffing them into my pants pocket, but she caught me, and wouldn't let me keep them. Reluctantly, I gave them back to her and watched, as she got dressed, pulling them back up over her legs and under her skirt. In my mind's eye, I could still see those lovely legs spread wide, wet with our fresh hot loads. We let her out the door, and she was gone. Since he was now dressed as well, and having had a good afternoon of sex, Tony got his coat and prepared to take off for the suburbs. "What a great fucking day!" he said, as we did a high five at the door. "Yeah, a great fucking day!" I agreed. "Totally fucking great!" I closed the door and went back into the living room, picking up glasses and bringing them into the kitchen. As I was putting them into the sink, I began to wonder about Linda, who had been in the bedroom all this time. I heard the toilet flush as I began to fill the sink with water. I looked out into the living room. Christine was still asleep on the floor, just where we had left her. . . copyright 1996 by R. Stephen Redick. ===================== The Dance Of The Lecherous Leprechauns by R. Stephen Redick -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----