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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: Next Door Neighbor, Part 6 - M/f, f/f, oral
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Next Door Neighbor (M/f, M/F, M/f/f, f/f, F/f, M/F/f/f, anal, oral, 
cons, inc)
by Dorsai

LEGAL DISBLAMER
	You know the drill: Erotica blah, blah, blah; Legal age yadda,
yadda, yadda; Do not do this nag, nag, nag. 


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Part Six

After Lucy left for the airport, I got the girls together and took 
all of us out to eat - we'd been so busy helping get Lucy packed and 
getting things organized that we'd completely missed lunch. A little 
discussion finally found us in a local drive-in fast-food place that 
made surprisingly good burgers.
About an hour after we got back, I got a call from my client, letting 
me know that the code I'd written was doing what it was supposed to, 
and giving me the go-ahead to start on the next part of it while 
their hardware people finished up their design. Surprisingly, the 
girls weren't much interested in going to the pool; electing, 
instead, to spend the afternoon in the bedroom gossiping over the 
teen magazines they'd brought over. I spent the rest of the afternoon 
getting myself organized, and thinking through what I thought was 
likely to happen with the hardware people. Over the years, I'd 
developed a 'feel' for how good a company's design engineers were, 
and how efficient they were. For this particular client, I knew their 
engineers were good enough, but that management couldn't resist 
sticking their thumbs in the process. Though not a hardware engineer, 
I was fluent enough with it to be able to anticipate the scenarios 
that they would likely run into; with that knowledge, I would write 
the program in such a way that covered all but the last bit of the 
hardware/software that I thought would bite them on the ass; and put 
the frame in place for the last little bit, so that I was prepared 
for any last-minute changes. It was more work for me during the 
'regular' part of the development cycle, but paid BIG dividends when 
they (invariably) hit me with last-minute changes - the bonuses I 
earned more than made up for the difference. Only rarely did I have 
to actually pull 'all-nighters' to meet a deadline. Amazing what a 
little planning and organization can do for one's bank account...
As it got toward late afternoon, I finally got things set up so that 
I could begin coding the next day; when I was done, I went into the 
bedroom and asked the girls if they were hungry yet. Due to the late 
lunch, they weren't; instead, they wanted to know if I'd go swimming 
with them for a little while. I agreed, and before I could even get 
to where my swim trunks were, they'd both jumped off the bed and 
stripped, leaving me with plenty look at as they took their time 
getting their suits on. Figuring "the hell with it", I didn't pay any 
attention to them as I changed, too.
With all of us ready, we grabbed towels, and headed for the pool, 
where we spent a good half hour chasing each other around in the 
water, playing a pool-bound game of tag. I'll leave it to the reader 
to guess who was 'it' most of the time.
When I'd had enough, I declared my participation over, and climbed 
out to lay on one of the lounges as the two of them continued their 
game by inviting a couple of the other kids that had shown up while 
we were playing. The boys were the most enthusiastic about joining in 
- at least, until they discovered that Sandra and Robyn both were far 
superior swimmers, and almost impossible to catch (and thus, touch).
Finally, they tired, as well, and climbed out to come over to stand 
over me, dripping water on me until I opened my eyes to look up at 
them - and notice that the slight breeze was cooling them in some 
rather interesting ways and places. Once they had my attention, they 
made it more than clear that they were ready to leave, for a variety 
of reasons.
When we got back to my apartment, the two of them quickly headed 
straight for the bedroom, leaving me to close and lock the front 
door. When I went in to get out of my suit, I found that they'd 
already shed theirs. They were waiting for me, and I hadn't taken 
more than two steps into the bedroom before I had a pair of nubile 
young girls plastered to my body - as Robyn pressed herself against 
my back, holding me in place, Sandra reached out to start pulling my 
suit down, kneeling to pull it clear when I raised each foot in turn. 
Without getting up, she tossed my suit aside, and reached out to take 
my semi-erect penis in her hand. She leaned forward to plant a small 
kiss on the end of it before looking up into my eyes as she wrapped 
her lips around the head. She then reached up to cup my testicles in 
her hand while she softly sucked me further into her mouth while 
'walking' her lips along my length, until my entire penis was inside 
her hot, moist mouth.
Of course, the sight and sensation of what she was doing soon had me 
growing even larger, and I could see the reluctance on her face as 
she had to let more and more of me slide out from between her lips. 
When she realized that I was fully erect, she pulled back from me 
enough to say "I'm still sure I want you; and I want it to happen 
*tonight*. Robyn told me that your stuff tastes good, and that after 
you shoot, you can stay hard longer the next time. So I'm the one 
that gets to do this, instead of Robyn."
With that, she took my penis in her hand and begin licking and 
kissing it, with Robyn softly instructing her on what to do - "Yeah, 
like that - only use your tongue more, there under the end; he really 
likes that", and "Put it in your mouth, just the end of it, and suck 
on it real soft, like you do my tit", and "The head - yeah, that part 
- is kinda like our clits. Do to it what you like to do to me!".
Though inexperienced, Sandra proved to be a quick study - it wasn't 
long before she had me as hard as I'd ever been. I couldn't reach 
anything of interest on her, but Robyn was standing behind me, her 
breasts pressing into my back - so I reached around and behind me and 
began softly stroking her pubic hair, and pressing gently against her 
mound, where her clitoris was. She readily moved back slightly, and 
moved her feet apart, giving me free access to her pubic area. I 
quickly took advantage of it by sliding my fingers between her legs; 
cupping my hand, I slowly drew a finger between her labia, and 
finding her already quite aroused and wet. I repeated my actions 
again, and continued moving my finger up her slit until it slid 
across her erecting clitoris, making her gasp in pleasure. I felt her 
nipples hardening where they pressed into me, and continued stroking 
her, feeding her arousal and pleasure.
In short order, Robyn was so excited that she could barely stand; I 
reached down to hold Sandra's head steady, and when she looked up at 
me, said "I think we'd all be more comfortable, and better off, if we 
got on the bed, don't you?" She mumbled her agreement around my 
glistening erection, then let it pop free of her mouth before 
standing up. Together, we helped Robyn to the bed, then slid 
ourselves around so that Sandra could resume her ministrations to my 
erection while Robyn positioned herself so that her head was between 
Sandra's thighs with her body alongside mine - giving my hand free 
access to her pelvis, and with a little stretching, her breasts.
It didn't take long before we'd reached our previous level of arousal 
- more comfortable, Sandra reattached her lips to my erection even as 
Robyn's tongue was making contact with her distended labia - and as I 
slid a finger into Robyn's vaginal opening, while using another to 
press against her clitoris.
For the next several minutes, the only sounds in the room were 
rhythmic, and liquid - until Sandra finally pulled away from me as 
she experienced wave after wave of pleasure when Robyn brought her to 
release. To my surprise, even as she was coming down from her orgasm, 
Sandra fought to make her way back to me, and take me into her mouth 
again.
Satisfied that she'd gotten Sandra off, Robyn eased her way into a 
semi-seated position, then leaned over to let me suck on her breasts 
and nipples as I continued to slide my finger in and out of her 
vagina, bumping against her clitoris with each inward probe. The 
sight of my wet finger sliding in and out of a gap in her dark muff 
was an incredibly erotic sight - doing wonders to help move me along 
toward the goal Sandra had set for me.
As I already knew, Robyn enjoyed using her mouth on me; from the 
rapid increase in her breathing after she sat up, I could only figure 
that she enjoyed watching someone do it almost as much she enjoyed 
doing it herself: it was just a couple of minutes later that Robyn 
went through her own release, nearly pinching my finger off with her 
internal muscles, and leaving a distinctly-scented wet spot on the 
bed, as well. When she'd gotten her senses back, Robyn rolled over 
toward the edge of the bed, both giving herself a good view of Sandra 
and I, and making way for Sandra to twist around so that her body lay 
closer to mine.
Looking down, I could see that Sandra was getting a little tired from 
her exertions, and with a few gently nudges, managed to get her to 
lay on her side, as I did the same. That also brought her pelvis 
closer to my head; I raised my leg so that I could put my foot flat 
on the bed, and guided her leg into the same position - leaving me 
free to examine and explore the center of her femininity. I leaned 
forward a bit, and sampled her sweet, musky oils at their source - 
she moaned at the first contact I made, and the sensation on my 
erection was incredible: I could feel the vibrations all the way down 
to my balls.
Sandra didn't have the skill Robyn did - but that just made the 
experience that much more satisfying: rather than 'pushing' me into a 
fast, hard climax, she was drawing me along toward one that I _knew_ 
was going to be all the more intense for the delay.
I extended a finger to trace the outlines of her sex, and when she 
felt my touch, readily spread her legs to give me more access. As I'd 
found when I'd used my mouth on her previously, her labia weren't 
quite as long as Robyn's, but they were a bit thicker. They were 
barely visible between the lips of her mons, their edges blurred by 
the soft, thick hair of her pubis. When I slid a fingertip between 
her inner lips, I found them to be firm, and slick with her juices; 
toward the top of her slit, I could make out the size and shape of 
her erect clitoris: it looked very much like a small Navy bean, only 
glistening.
Since she so readily accepted the touch of my finger in and on her 
vaginal opening, I gradually increased the duration, and depth, of my 
probes of her womanly flower. I was pleasantly surprised when I 
eventually found that I could easily slide an entire finger in and 
out of her hot, wet opening - either she'd already lost her 
maidenhead prior to this, or it had been so thin that my initial 
probe of her had removed it. In either case, my attentions to her 
sheath drew an escalation of her moans as I progressed. A glance over 
at Robyn revealed that she had her eyes locked on the subject of my 
explorations; with one hand busy at her own opening while the other 
squeezed and pinched her breasts and nipples.
Changing the angle of my 'attack' slightly, I continued sliding my 
finger in and out of her vagina, but now it was rubbing alongside her 
clitoris, as well - earning myself another one of those incredibly 
stimulating moans from her. A moan that was more than enough to cause 
the tightening in my balls that told me my climax wasn't far off. 
Sandra seemed to sense it, as well, and - as best she could, with the 
distraction I was giving her - increased her efforts to bring me to 
completion. When she moaned again, and felt my balls twitch in her 
hand, she realized what she could do to get me off - and did it. For 
the next 30 seconds or so, she moaned almost continuously, rapidly 
bringing me closer and closer to the edge, until, finally, she all 
but deep-throated me. The sensation of her throat clasping at the 
head of my already-sensitive penis was more than I could stand, and I 
felt the first tensing of my erection as I prepared to unload into 
her eager mouth and throat. She felt it, too, and held me there until 
she felt my penis twitch in her mouth before pulling back enough to 
breathe as I fired what felt like a quart of semen onto the back of 
her throat, quickly followed by a second, then third. Even as the 
rest of my cum emptied into her mouth, she continued to suck and lick 
on my penis, prolonging my pleasure.
In return, when I got my senses back, I refocused my attention on 
what I was doing to her - and short order, felt her vagina clamp down 
on my finger as she started yet another orgasm. Only when the first 
of several spasms passed through her did she finally release my semi-
erect penis from her mouth
When she'd gotten her breath back, Sandra sat up a bit, and looked at 
me with an impish grin on her face, before licking her lips and 
saying "Robyn was right: I think I could learn to like this - a 
lot!". With that pronouncement, Robyn didn't hesitate to move toward 
us again, and take Sandra into an embrace as they kissed, clearly 
sharing the bits of my semen that Sandra hadn't already swallowed.
After making sure they'd cleared each other's tonsils of my residue, 
Robyn and Sandra separated - Sandra to move herself up to lay next to 
me as Robyn attended to cleaning my now-flaccid penis with her 
tongue. As she watched Robyn, Sandra said "I can understand why Robyn 
likes to do that so much - it's really exciting to know that I can 
make you feel that good with just my mouth. And the way your stuff 
tastes is really interesting - it's salty, and kinda sweet, at the 
same time; and it comes out kind of like custard, or something."
Finally satisfied that she'd gotten every available molecule of my 
semen, Robyn moved up to lay next to me on the other side, nuzzling 
into my neck and saying "That was *so* hot to see, you two together!"
I laughed, and told her "Thanks - I'm just glad you found a way to 
keep yourself amused!", teasing her.
I could feel her blush slightly as Sandra asked "What? What was she 
doing? Playing with herself? I wish I could have seen it, too!" - and 
causing Robyn to blush even harder.
We cuddled there for probably half an hour before Sandra raised up 
enough to ask if anyone else was hungry - which prompted Robyn to 
chime in that she was. Feeling a little hollow, myself, I asked what 
they wanted; almost in unison, they asked "Pizza?". I thought about 
it a moment, and decided that it actually sounded pretty good. I 
volunteered Robyn to go order it so that Sandra and I could cuddle a 
little longer. When she left, I nudged Sandra, and when she turned to 
me, told her that I'd really enjoyed what she'd done. She blushed 
slightly, and told me that she'd been a little worried and nervous 
about it at first, but that between Robyn's guidance and my 
acceptance of what she was doing quickly calmed her down. About that 
time, Robyn came back in, and crawled onto the bed to lay on the 
other side of Sandra, her head resting Sandra's shoulder. Robyn 
listened as Sandra went on to tell me that she liked what she and 
Robyn had been doing, but that she wanted to "know the rest of it - 
you know, what it was like with a guy".
At that, Robyn reached around to cup one of Sandra's breasts before 
telling her "I like what we do, too - and in some ways, it's even 
better than what I feel when I'm with him. But in other way's it's 
not as good. I mean, it's like they're two completely different ways 
of having fun. They are, I guess, but it's like the way it even 
*feels* is completely different, too."
Sandra looked at her inquisitively, and Robyn went on to explain 
"When I'm with you, what we do is really nice - we're both girls, and 
we know what feels go to us as girls. We're soft and gentle and 
careful with each other, and that feels really nice. But there's 
stuff that we just can't do - like the actual sex part. I mean, I've 
tried using stuff like the handle on my hairbrush, a candle, and a 
couple of other things, and they feel good, but they just aren't 
_him_. They don't feel the same, and they don't act the same. Not 
better or worse than what we have, just _different_ - better in some 
ways, not as good in others."
Sandra turned back to look at me, and said "That's what I want to 
know - how being with you is better, and how it's not. What it feels 
like when you're inside me, and what it feels like when you shoot 
your stuff inside me. I've heard about making love different ways, 
and I want to know what they feel like."
I smiled at her, and said "I think we can do that. One of the things 
that worried me was hurting you; but when I was touching you, I found 
out that you don't have your maidenhead - your 'cherry'. So, I don't 
think that anything we do will actually _hurt_ you. It might be 
uncomfortable at first, but that's all."
Sandra smiled back, and told me "I've got to admit that I was kinda 
worried about it hurting, too; but if I don't have my 'cherry', then 
I guess I don't have anything to worry about. From what Robyn told 
me, and from what you've done, I know that you wouldn't hurt me on 
purpose, but it's still nice to hear it. But what happened?"
"I don't know. It's possible that something happened when you were 
real young. Maybe it was so small and thin that when I put my finger 
in you, it broke then. It might even be that you didn't have one to 
start with - that's rare, but it happens. Whatever it was, I'd say it 
doesn't matter now."
Robyn chipped in with "I'd say it doesn't either - but it kinda makes 
me jealous, and it kinda doesn't."
Sandra looked at her inquisitively, and Robyn answered the implied 
question "Well, I'm jealous because my first time hurt a little bit, 
even though he was SO gentle with me, and had *me* on top, so that I 
could stop if it hurt. But then again, I'm *not* jealous _because_ I 
had that first experience. Does that make sense?"
Sandra got a slightly thoughtful look on her face, and after a 
moment, nodded in understanding before turning back to me to say 
"Robyn told me that when you shoot like that, you last longer the 
next time. Uh, how long does that last? I mean, I don't want to rush 
you or anything, but I want it to last as long as possible, too. Do 
you know what I mean?"
I gave a little laugh, as did Robyn, before I told her "That won't be 
any problem. By the time we finish the pizza, I'll be able to go 
again; anything that happens between then and before we'd go to bed 
would take the time I think you want. Each time I 'shoot' - it's also 
called a climax, or 'cumming' - it takes me a longer before I'm ready 
again, and makes it take that much longer for me to finish. So 
there's no hurry, and there's no reason to wait - whenever it happens 
tonight, I think we'll both be fine."
We continued to lay there, holding and caressing each other, until 
the doorbell rang; I told Robyn that it was probably the pizza, and 
she quickly put on a blouse and shorts (no underwear) while I told 
her to get the money out of my wallet - and to make sure and tip the 
driver a couple dollars. She left, and Sandra and I heard as she 
answered the door, then took delivery of our supper. When we heard 
the door close, we got up and headed in to meet Robyn in the living 
room. I took charge of the pizza as Sandra went in to get us drinks 
while Robyn shed her clothing again.
We watched a little TV as we ate - none of us ate all that much, in 
anticipation of the rest of the evening, I think. I also took the 
opportunity to casually query Sandra about birth control, and more 
specifically, about her period. Initially surprised by the questions, 
she didn't hesitate to answer them; I easily learned that she would 
be starting her next period in a few days. That meant that she was 
between periods, and thus, infertile. No chance of making her 
pregnant, thankfully. When we were done, Robyn took put the leftovers 
in the fridge so that Sandra and I could get comfortable on the 
couch. When she got back, she parked herself next to Sandra; she 
hadn't any more than leaned back than the phone rang. I nudged Sandra 
to raise up a bit - she had to do the same to Robyn, so it was a 
couple more rings before I was able to answer the phone. As I'd 
expected, it was Lucy, calling to let us know she'd arrived okay, and 
to see how things were going. When they heard me use her name, both 
girls started to get up, but I gestured to them that I wanted to 
speak to Lucy alone for a bit, so they settled back down, still 
watching me. I moved over to where my computer desk was, so that I 
could talk quietly with Lucy without the girls listening in.
"So how's it going, there, fella? Bagged any teenyboppers yet?", Lucy 
asked with a laugh.
"I'm not sure who's trying to bag who", I replied.
"You're kidding. Right?"
"Nope. As I'm sitting here, Robyn and Sandra are both stark naked on 
the couch, molesting each other every now and then while they wait 
for me to let you talk to them."
"Okay, I'll play - why are they naked on your couch?"
"Because we just finished some pizza for supper, silly", I teased.
"No, not why they're on the couch; why are they naked?", she 
responded, only slightly exasperated.
"Because a little while ago, Sandra gave me one helluva blowjob - her 
first ever, mind you - while Robyn was eating her."
"Uh-huh. And just what were YOU doing? Other than enjoying the hell 
out of it?"
"Well, first I used my hand on Robyn, then I used my hand and my 
mouth on Sandra."
There was a pause while she thought that one over, then she asked 
"And how is it that Robyn was so willing to participate in this? More 
specifically, how is it that you're so able to finger-fuck my 
daughter?"
I waited, and a few seconds later, Lucy said "Look, I'm not mad that 
you did anything with them. Jealous, maybe, but not mad. I just want 
to know if you're banging my daughter, okay? Not to haul your ass off 
to jail, or to get anyone in any trouble or anything, but just so I 
know she's with someone that will treat her right."
"In that case, then, yes, Robyn and I have been together."
"From the way you said that, you're not going to tell me a damn thing 
more, are you?"
"Nope."
She sighed, and said "I expected as much - you not telling, that is. 
I suppose that I should be surprised that she's sexually active, but 
I'm not; after all, I *am* the one that got her fixed up with birth 
control, and we all know why birth control is needed. The only real 
comfort of this is that I know you, and know that you're not going to 
do anything to hurt her, physically or emotionally. You realize, of 
course, that the only reason I don't fly home right now and rip your 
lungs out through your nose is because of all you've done for us; and 
because I've learned what kind of guy you really are?"
"Okay. I don't realize it, but if you say so, then I'll accept it, 
and thank you for it."
"Hmmph. Rat. Bastard. Child molester. Pervert."
"Flattery will get you nowhere", I replied, archly - teasing her.
She laughed, and said "More than anything else, I envy you. Okay, let 
me talk to the miniature sex bombs."
With that, I gestured to the girls that Lucy wanted to talk to them; 
they were all but climbing over me to get to the phone in nothing 
flat. When Robyn finally got control of the phone, I headed into the 
kitchen for another soda, then planted myself on the couch, so they 
could have some 'private' time with Lucy, too.
A little later, Robyn came over to tell me that Lucy wanted to talk 
to me again; I went back over to where Sandra was finishing up her 
conversation, and when she was done, took the phone as the two girls 
headed back for the couch.
"They're not letting on that anything happened. At all. Any time I 
even *hinted* that something might be going on, they changed the 
subject. Have you been coaching them, or are they just naturally 
devious?"
"I've only told them that if anyone found out what we were doing, 
then I'd get into trouble."
"Well, whatever you've done and said, it's working. I doubt that 
torture would get anything out of them."
"Probably just as well", I told her.
"I think you're right. I just want you to know that when I get back, 
I fully expect some time of my own with you - a couple of days, at 
least. I'll leave them a bag of kibble, and you and I are going to 
lock ourselves in the bedroom and see if we can't kill each other. 
How does that sound?"
"Works for me. I'll get a fridge or something in the bedroom so we 
don't even have to come out for food or drinks."
She laughed, and said "You would, too, wouldn't you?"
"You bet - to the fridge, the couple of days, or both", I laughed.
	"God, just thinking about it...", she said, wistfully.
	"It's okay. You'll be back here soon enough, and we've got 
plenty of time."
	"Yeah. Well, just save some energy for me, okay?"
	"Always."
	She paused a moment, then said "I love you, you know."
	It didn't come as much of a surprise - and I didn't have any 
hesitation about telling her "And me, you. Get the damn job done, and 
get back here, would you?"
	"Just as fast as I can", she replied
	With that, by mutual consent, we each hung up the phone.
	When my conversation with Lucy ended, I got up and went back 
over to the couch; Robyn and Sandra quickly separated to make room 
for me between them. Robyn looked up at me, and asked "You knew she 
was going to call, didn't you?"
	I replied "I didn't *know* she was going to call, but I 
expected it. Why?"
	"Because even after supper, with the two of us playing with you 
and each other, you didn't get very excited; and when the phone rang, 
you reacted like you expected it - me and Sandra nearly jumped out of 
our skins! So what made you think she would call?"
	"First, she's your mom. Maybe you don't really understand that 
yet, but when you get older you will; it means that she's thinking 
about you almost *all* the time. Second, she's your mom. That means 
that if she has to be away from you for any period of time, she's 
going to want to hear from you _somehow_, just to know you're okay. 
Third, your mom and I like each other. A lot. I kinda figured that 
she'd want to talk to me, too, just like I wanted to talk to hear."
	"But what about me?", Sandra asked.
	"You're her daughters best friend. She likes you, too, and she 
cares about you. She's responsible for you while you're staying with 
her. Believe me, she's not going to forget about you, either."
	The two of them looked at each other, and with an unspoken 
communication, reached an agreement: that it was time to get me 
'fired up' again - both reached out to begin sliding their hands 
across my chest and belly as they each fastened their lips on one of 
my nipples. With that kind of encouragement, I didn't hesitate to put 
an arm around each of them to cup a breast, one slightly smaller than 
the other, but both firm, smooth, and quickly sporting an erect 
nipple.
Since it was 'her night', the first one I leaned over to kiss was 
Sandra - who readily opened her mouth to the gentle touch of my 
tongue, moaning faintly when our tongues touched.
When our kiss finally broke, Sandra started easing her hand down my 
body, until she had my swollen, but not even semi-erect, penis in her 
grasp - and was able to begin a faintly milking motion that quickly 
got me semi-erect. While she was doing that, I turned my head to kiss 
Robyn, who seemed to be trying to lick my tonsils. For her part, 
Robyn took in upon herself to cycle between Sandra's breast that I 
didn't have hold of, her own, and my testicles. With the two of them 
trying so hard, they soon had me aroused; Sandra was the one to 
suggest that we'd have more room, and be more comfortable, on the 
bed. Refusing to let go of each other, it took us a few tries before 
we were able to sit up on the couch, then finally stand up to make 
our way back to the bedroom again. I couldn't help thinking that my 
bedroom, and bed, had gotten more use in the last 6 weeks than it had 
in the previous 6 years...
Once settled on my bed, we pretty much reversed the positions we'd 
had last time - now Robyn's lips were fastened on my penis while 
Sandra's head was between her thighs, and my lips and tongue went to 
work on Sandra's womanhood.
Robyn seemed to be very much in the spirit of things - she was 
deliberately taking her time getting me hard, apparently so that I 
would have more time to get Sandra ready. I appreciated her 
consideration, but couldn't help but wonder if it also wasn't so that 
she could have her own orgasm before I got too involved with Sandra. 
Whatever the reason, she was taking it easy on me: stimulating me 
enough to gradually get me harder and harder, but not so much that I 
couldn't focus on what I was doing to Sandra. And what I was doing to 
Sandra was certainly worth focusing on: using my tongue to trace the 
folds of her inner lips and sliding it between them, dipping it into 
the entrance to her vagina to savor her delicate essence; using my 
lips and tongue to caress and fondle her rapidly-erecting clitoris, 
and protruding labia; delighting in the spicy/sweet/musky odor of her 
arousal; softly, rhythmically sucking on her clitoris; caressing her 
ass and hips and back and waist and thighs.
Between what Robyn was doing, and my pleasure with what I was doing, 
it didn't take long before I was fully erect; enjoying the pleasant 
sensations Robyn was providing, while not feeling any hurry or need 
for a climax.
A bit later, Robyn released me for a few moments to tell Sandra 
"Whenever you're ready, he is too", followed a second later with 
"Damn! You're good at that..."
Knowing that I was ready, Sandra apparently decided to apply herself 
to getting Robyn off - and from where I was sitting (well, laying :-
), she seemed to be doing a damn fine job of it: it wasn't but a 
couple of minutes before Robyn's breathing had noticeably quickened, 
along with an increase in moans and gasps of arousal. Robyn tried to 
keep stimulating me, but what Sandra was doing to her was simply too 
much to bear, and she eventually gave up. I barely noticed the loss - 
I was simply to engrossed in what *I* was doing.
Only a few minutes later, I heard Robyn's breath catch, heard her 
gasp, and then let out something that was a combination of moan, and 
scream, as Sandra finally triggered her orgasm. The sound of it was 
more than enough to make up for the absence of Robyn's talented mouth 
and tongue.
As her orgasm tapered off, Robyn rolled over so that she was laying 
on her stomach. That left enough room for Sandra to ease herself away 
from me (much to my disappointment), and slide herself around so that 
we were face to face - a position that let me see the shining of 
Robyn's juices on her face and lips, and detect Robyn's scent when 
she moved to kiss me before looking deep into my eyes and telling me 
"I'm ready. God! I am *so* ready. What do we do now?"
"It's up to you. If you still had your 'cherry', I'd suggest that we 
do it with you getting on top of me, so that you could wait if it 
started to hurt. But since that little problem is already taken care 
of, we can try it with you laying on your back, and me on top. Or, if 
you want, you can get on your hands and knees, and I can enter you 
from behind."
"Will it hurt?"
"Like I said before, with your hymen gone, and your larger size, I 
don't think you'll have any pain. It _might_ feel uncomfortable, but 
not much more."
"Is there any one of them that YOU like?"
"It's not about me, it's about you. Remember, we don't have to do 
just ONE; we can change around as much as you want, whenever you 
want, for as long as I can keep going. Think about which one you want 
to try first, and we'll go from there. Or, if you want, we can just 
keep doing what we have been, and you can wait until later."
Sandra thought about it for a bit, and as she was thinking, Robyn 
finally rolled away from us again, until she was on her side facing 
us. She just lay there, watching, as Sandra made up her mind.
Finally, Sandra looked at me again, and said "I definitely want to do 
it, tonight. I know how nice you are, and you're honest and patient 
with me, and I don't know when I'll find someone like you again. What 
I want to do is have you be the one to take my virginity, whether 
I've got a cherry, or not."
With that, she quickly moved on top of me, her knees on either side 
of my hips, her hands on the bed by my shoulders. Looking down at me, 
she said "Your lips and tongue and fingers and hands have felt 
wonderful - but what I want now is the rest of you. I want THIS" - 
and moved forward slightly so that the outside of her vagina was 
pressing against the underside of my erection. I was still slightly 
slick with Robyn's saliva, and Sandra used it to begin sliding 
herself against me. Hunching forward slightly, she moved herself so 
that the bottom of her opening was resting just behind the crown of 
my penis; from there, she arched her back, so that the length of her 
slit moved toward my balls, until her clitoris was pressing against 
the base of my erection. She paused a moment, eyes closed, before 
hunching forward again - only this time, her labia parted slightly, 
allowing her ample lubrication to spread along my undersides. When 
she'd reached the end of my penis, she paused again, eyes closed, 
before arching backwards. After a couple more cycles of that, she 
leaned forward some more, letting her breasts dangle in my face; I 
gladly accepted the invitation to take first one, then the other, 
into my mouth to lick and suck on her nipples as she continued to 
slide herself back and forth on my now-glistening penis. As we 
continued teasing and stimulating each other, I could hear her 
breathing quicken, and paused for a moment to look at her - face 
flushed with arousal, her eyes hooded in lust, her areolas crinkled 
and nipples extended from my attentions, she was a most erotic sight.
Both of us had completely forgot Robyn's presence when Sandra finally 
raised herself up again to tell me "I'm ready. I want you. Now."
I nodded my acceptance, and she lay down on me before tugging on me 
to indicate that she wanted me to be on top of her. I rolled over, 
slowly and carefully, until we were finally situated: she on her 
back, legs spread and knees nearly touching her breasts as her hands 
rested on my upper arms; I was between her thighs, the bottom of my 
slickened erection pressing against the flower of her womanhood as I 
held myself on straightened arms above her.
I looked into her eyes for a few moments, until she nodded her 
readiness and acceptance, then eased myself back until the end of my 
penis slid down between her labia, wedged against her opening. I 
paused again, telling her "We can still stop this, now. Say the word, 
and I back up more and it's over. What happens next is YOUR decision. 
Make it for you - not for me, not for Robyn."
Without hesitation, she looked into my eyes, and said "Do it".
Our eyes locked, I moved slightly to get a better angle, and began 
pressing myself forward to enter her. In return, she held herself 
steady, even trying to spread her legs more to give me more access. 
Finally, I saw her eyes widen as the head of my penis finally popped 
through her entrance; I immediately stopped pushing, waiting for her 
to give me some sign of what she wanted me to do next - pull out, or 
continue. She had a slightly distracted look on her face, but no 
signs of pain that I could see. After a few moments, she focused on 
me again, and said "I just had to get used to having something that 
big in there. You were right; it doesn't hurt, it was just a little 
uncomfortable there, for a second. It already feels better. Keep 
going."
Reassured that she was okay, I pressed myself forward again, into her 
incredibly hot and tight opening, until perhaps another inch was 
inside her, before stopping when I saw her get distracted again. She 
recovered a little more quickly, and soon nodded for me to continue - 
and looked both surprised and disappointed when I eased back, 
withdrawing from her slightly. I told her "This is just to make sure 
that your lubrication - the wetness inside you - gets moved around, 
so things stay slick. That makes it easier and better for both of 
us." She smiled her understanding, and when I pressed into her again, 
got a pleased look on her face. I did it a couple more times, making 
sure her oils were well-distributed before trying to wedge even more 
of myself into her.
Again and again, I pressed myself into her, a fraction at a time, 
stopping whenever I saw the slightest trace of discomfort in her 
eyes. Finally, though, we found ourselves locked together, her pubic 
hair merged with mine, as I lay there buried deep inside her.
I waited there, patiently, so that she could adjust to this new 
intrusion - giving her plenty of time to not only stretch inside, but 
to get used to the feel of me in her, and let her get her mind around 
the idea that she was actually having sex for the first time.
After a minute or two, she got to the point where she was ready to do 
a little experimenting: first, she just wiggled around a little, 
seeing how it felt inside with me pressing against her in different 
ways. From there, she quickly moved on to moving her pelvis a little 
bit, sliding herself up and down on my erection, first in very small 
motions, then more and more. Finally satisfied that the hard part was 
over, she looked into my eyes again, and told me "God! I never knew 
anything could feel this good! It's like all of sudden, I feel 
*complete*; like I've been missing something without knowing what it 
was, and now I do! I feel so *full* inside, but it doesn't hurt or 
anything - it just feels so damn _good_!"
I smiled at her, and said "I'm glad you like it - it feels pretty 
good to me, too!", causing her to smile in return.
Satisfied that she was finally comfortable, not only with having me 
inside her, but the situation itself, I started to make love to her. 
Slowly at first, in small movements - withdrawing myself from her 
hot, tight insides perhaps a couple of inches, then pressing back in 
again.  As it became easier, my strokes lengthened, then speeded up. 
As my motions increased, so did hers - raising herself up to meet me 
as I pressed into her, and learning some vague control over her 
internal muscles, so that she was able to tighten herself around me 
when I was fully inside her. At one point, she even raised herself up 
a bit so she could watch as I slid in and out of her, seeming to 
delight in the way her labia extended when I withdrew, only to 
disappear again when I pressed back in, and the way I glistened with 
her feminine oils.
I found myself in a comfortable rhythm - one that felt wonderful, and 
let me stay hard, but without feeling that I was going to climax too 
fast. I was actually rather happy with it: I wanted it to go on for 
as long as possible, not only for her benefit, but because she felt 
so incredible where she was wrapped around me.
As the next several minutes went by, Sandra got more and more 
aroused, and closer and closer to an orgasm. Her breathing quickened, 
as did the frequency and duration of her moans. To tease her a little 
bit, I started changing the way I was making love to her - 
withdrawing almost completely (and getting a disappointed groan when 
I did) before making several short, rapid in-and-out motions with the 
head of my penis at the entrance to her vagina; sliding myself all 
the way inside her, then rocking forward several times so that my 
pubic bone bumped against her clitoris with each motion; moving in 
and out of her with a two-steps-forward-one-step-back action. The net 
effect was that it (slightly) slowed her progress toward her release, 
but it also did wonders to increase the pressure building behind it.
I enjoyed what I was doing to - and for - Sandra, but it was having 
the opposite effect on me. So, after a few minutes of it, I went back 
to simply making love to her. In short order, I was back into the 
rhythm that had worked for me so well before. Over the next several 
minutes, Sandra started moving toward orgasm, tossing her head back 
and forth, gasping, and groaning her pleasure until, finally, she'd 
had enough to trigger her release. As I felt the first wave of it hit 
her, I pressed myself into her as far as I could, savoring the way 
her internal muscles clamped down on me through her first couple of 
spasms. After that, I would withdraw, then press myself back into 
her, in time with the waves of her climax, clearly heightening her 
pleasure.
As she came down from her orgasm, Sandra looked at me with something 
akin to worship - and a few moments later, awe and disbelief when she 
realized that I was still hard, and still inside her. She gave me one 
of the most radiant smiles I'd ever seen, then hugged me fiercely. 
When she released me, she lay back down and moved her pelvis around, 
almost savoring the feeling of my erection in her.
After a moment, she looked up at me and asked "Um, remember when you 
told me about the different ways that we could make love?"
I nodded, and she went on "Could we, uh, try a different one now? Or 
would that mess things up"?
I smiled at her, and answered "Sure, we can try a different one - 
there's no reason you can't do as many of them as you want, as long 
as you and whoever you're with enjoy it, and as long as the love-
making lasts. What did you have in mind"?
"I was thinking that it felt pretty good when I was sitting on you, 
but that I'd like to know what it feels like when you're behind me. 
Is that the one I hear them call 'doggy style'?"
"Yup, that's it." With that, I started to ease myself out of her as 
she pulled her legs from behind mine, and released me from her arms. 
She was plainly disappointed when I finally pulled free of her with a 
faint 'pop', blushing slightly at the noise. I moved back on my 
heels, and Sandra quickly rolled over onto her stomach before easing 
up to her hands and knees. I put my hands on her hips, and we each 
made the necessary adjustments to get me into position to enter her.
Keeping one hand on her hip, I used the other to press my erection 
down so that the head slid between her slightly parted labia. She 
eased back slightly to hold me in place, and I released my penis to 
put my hand back on her waist. Holding her steady, I hunched forward 
a bit, pressing against her opening until the head slid in. From 
there, it was relatively easy to continue the motion - accompanied by 
a low moan of pleasure from her - until I was fully inside her. I 
couldn't help but delight again to the sensation of her hot, wet 
female sheath wrapped so tightly around my male dagger.
Leaning forward slightly, I reached down and around her to cup her 
breasts in my hands for a few moments before squeezing them gently, 
and softly pinching her nipples between my fingers. Feeling them 
harden again under my touch, I withdrew from her in a slow, steady 
motion until only the head of my penis was inside her. I waited a few 
moments, and when I felt her start to press herself back against me, 
pushed myself back into her again as she emitted a deep-throated purr 
of pleasure. I slowly stroked in and out of her several more times, 
pausing briefly at the end of each, savoring the experience.
After a bit, though, I simply couldn't help but start to move a 
little more quickly; it wasn't long before I was in almost constant 
motion as I slid in and out of her. Looking down, I could see the 
rosette of her anus winking at me in time with my strokes; the 
thought of perhaps being able to sample that last opening of hers 
made me even harder.
By back started to ache from leaning over her to play with her 
breasts as I made love to her, so I finally raised up again, using my 
hands to caress her from her breast to her hips. Gently grasping her 
hips, I held them steady as I watched her breasts sway *ever* so 
slightly in response to my thrusts.
A couple of minutes later, both of us were reminded that Robyn was 
still there with us when we heard her cry out as she had another 
orgasm. We glanced around trying to find her before discovering that 
she'd moved to where she could watch us from the side. Looking at 
her, we could see that she had a couple of fingers buried in her 
vagina while the other hand cupped her breast and pinched her nipple. 
We watched as spasm after spasm washed over her, her pelvis raising 
up with each one. The sight of it was phenomenal, and did a lot to 
ease me along; from the way Sandra's vagina clutched at me, almost in 
time with Robyn's actions, I knew that it was affecting her, as well.
The experience of watching as Robyn orgasmed actually seemed to bring 
Sandra and I closer together, as strange as it might sound. It not 
only stimulated both of us, but made us each aware of what WE were 
doing, and how the other felt to us. I could feel that sensation that 
I think all men feel at some point during their love-making: the one 
that tells us 'as nice as the rest has felt, *this* is where we're 
going, and why we're doing what we are'.
A few minutes later, Sandra and I were both surprised when Robyn 
moved over next to us. When Sandra looked at her, Robyn asked "Would 
it bother you if I, uh, joined in a little? You two are *so* hot to 
watch!"
Sandra gasped in response to what I was doing before telling her "I 
don't mind if he doesn't".
Robyn looked at me, and when I nodded my acceptance, quickly got onto 
her back and eased herself under Sandra to start licking and sucking 
on Sandra's breasts and nipples while she reached down (over?) to 
begin caressing and rubbing her clitoris - and my balls.
Neither Sandra or I minded the attention - if anything, we welcomed 
it. Sandra, between moans and pants, dipped her head to return the 
favor of mouthing Robyn's breasts. Not in any position to do anything 
to Robyn, I had to content myself with knowing what they were doing.
With Robyn's added attention, it wasn't long before Sandra was 
rapidly approaching another orgasm; I wasn't far behind her (pun 
intended!
A couple of minutes later, I could see, hear, and feel it as Sandra 
reached her peak. She first arched her back, the muscles and tendons 
in her neck standing out with the tension. Then she released a deep, 
guttural moan as her vagina tightened around me again. As wonderfully 
tight as she'd been before, what she was doing now was incredible - 
it was all I could do to continue thrusting into her as my own climax 
approached. After a couple of spasm passed through her, her vagina 
suddenly relaxed around me, only to begin an incredible fluttering 
sensation. If you've ever had a muscle twitch for a few seconds, it 
was like that - only stronger, and INSIDE her, all along the length 
of me. It was the most incredibly erotic thing I've ever experienced, 
before or since, and it was easily more than enough to trip my 
release. Sandra's head and shoulders all but collapsed on Robyn, who 
quickly scooted toward me to avoid suffocation, even as the first jet 
of my semen was flooding her insides.
I continued flooding Sandra's insides with my cum while Robyn, having 
taken care of Sandra, dragged her fingernails across my scrotum, 
increasing the pressure of my spurts. By the time I'd dumped the last 
of my sperm in her, I felt as though my balls had turned inside out - 
it was all I could do to hold Sandra's hips steady so she didn't 
completely smother Robyn. Robyn, realizing the situation, quickly 
slid back out from under us, so that I could guide Sandra down until 
she was flat on the bed, my now-softening penis still inside her. I 
kept myself on my elbows and knees to keep her covered as my penis 
slowly shrank. When it finally pulled loose of her, I saw that Robyn 
had gotten a sheet to cover us with, and gladly rolled over on my 
side. She quickly covered us with the sheet, then lifted the corner 
of it to slide in on the other side of Sandra. Together, Robyn and I 
held her as she went through a period of small shudders of pleasure 
as she regained her senses.
When she'd gotten her breath back, Sandra quickly rolled over to face 
me before trying to wrap her arms around me - a difficult thing to do 
with my laying on my back. I finally had mercy on her, and raised up 
enough for her to give a ferocious hug before releasing me. I lay 
down again, and she quickly fastened herself to my side, one leg 
across mine, her hand on my chest. Robyn eased over, so as not to 
disturb Sandra, to lay on her side as well, 'spooning' with Sandra. 
Then Robyn put her arm around to cup Sandra, and cupped her breast; 
Sandra turned her head so the two of them could share a kiss before 
turning back to rest her head on my shoulder.
After a few moments, Sandra told me "That was the most incredible 
thing I've ever experienced. I mean, when you first started to go 
into me, it was kinda uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt or anything. 
Then when you were all the way inside, it felt _great_. Then when you 
made love to me, and I came, I didn't think anything could feel 
better than that. Then when you were still hard inside me, and 
started making love to me from behind like that, and playing with my 
tits, it was wonderful. But when Robyn got under me and started 
sucking on my tits, and playing with my clit while you were doing me, 
that was just too much. Even when I thought I was done, you started 
shooting inside me, and I could *feel* it - it was like you were 
filling me with liquid fire, or something!"
Robyn giggled, and Sandra told her - via my shoulder - "Robyn, I 
understand what you meant before; and you were right. What it feels 
like when I'm with you, and what it feels like with him, they're two 
different things, completely."
I laughed a bit, and asked her "I'm going to take it that you've made 
up your mind about whether or not you like boys, too?"
She laughed back, and said "You better believe it. Girls are nice, 
and fun, but boys - men! - are something else entirely. Yeah, I like 
them!"
A minute or two later, Sandra said "That was really, really nice, but 
I'm feeling kind of, uh, squishy - you know, down there."
Robyn chirped up with "I can fix that!", and quickly wormed her way 
under the sheet, sliding down to where Sandra's ass was. A hand on 
her hip, and Sandra realized what Robyn wanted to do, and readily 
rolled onto her back. As she spread her legs to give Robyn room, I 
rolled onto my side to face her, then give her a kiss. A nudge from 
Robyn, and Sandra's knees came up, tenting the sheet, as I lowered my 
head to take her nipple in my mouth. As Robyn did her very best to 
vacuum my semen from Sandra's womanhood, I continued to lick and suck 
on Sandra's nipples, breaking away every so often to share a deep, 
passionate kiss with her. In short order, we had Sandra aroused 
again; and a few minutes later, going through her third orgasm in a 
fairly short period of time. When it had passed, I rolled over onto 
my back; Robyn gave Sandra time to get her breath back by trying to 
do the same vacuum cleaning thing for me. I wasn't anywhere near able 
to have another erection so quickly, and Robyn finally had to satisfy 
herself with getting me squeaky clean - except for the traces of her 
saliva that she left behind. That done, she slid up to lay on the 
side of me that Sandra wasn't occupying.
We lay there like that for quite a while, the two of them laying on 
their sides, pressing against me. I had an arm around each of them, 
and they were holding hands with their arms on my chest, each with a 
leg draped across mine. I could feel their firm young breasts 
pressing into my side, and the silky feel of their downy bushes 
tickling my thighs. All in all, it was a most pleasant way for us to 
enjoy a short nap.
I don't know if it was Robyn or Sandra that woke first - only that 
when *I* woke up, I was on my side with the two of them were kissing 
and cuddling in front of me. When they saw that I was awake, they had 
the courtesy to blush, and apologize for waking me. I only smiled, 
and told them it was okay. They separated, and the three of us shared 
a round of kisses and little groping before Sandra suggested a group 
shower - an idea that Robyn and I quickly agreed to. We got up and 
headed in for a happy, slippery, fun cleanup that lasted almost 
exactly as long as the hot water. When we'd dried off, we actually 
decided to dress, a little at least, and headed into the living room. 
They guided me to the couch, then headed into the kitchen. A few 
moments later, as Sandra brought out drinks for us, I heard the 
microwave come on. I looked at Sandra inquiringly, and she said 
"pizza leftovers", letting me know that Robyn was heating up the 
pizza that we'd ordered earlier.
Sandra put the drinks down, then sat next to me. A couple minutes 
later Robyn appeared with the pizza, and the three of us finished it 
off. The rest of the evening, we sat around cuddling, and chatting 
about all manner of things. The subjects centered mostly around sex, 
though - boys, girls, relationships, and so on. Sandra had most of 
the questions, but Robyn had more than a few, too. I answered as best 
I could, giving them things to think about so they could make their 
own decisions. I also cautioned them that I was not the final 
authority on anything; that they should take the time to find answers 
from other sources, as well, so they would have a base of information 
to decide for themselves.
Eventually, the hour, and efforts of the day, took their toll, and we 
all headed off to bed - to sleep this time.

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"The scary thing about those clods in Washington is: if they
all fell over dead tomorrow, we could probably have another
bunch just like them elected within a month."
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