A Gift That Keeps Giving

Kelly's body jerked in a spasm of pleasure. Her legs began to go limp and sag but I placed my hands up under the backs of her thighs to keep them spread. She jerked again and I flicked the very end of her rigid clit with the very tip of my tongue. Twice more she came and then I dipped my tongue deep into her cunt and pulled it out dripping with her melt. I swallowed it and then sat back licking my lips. Reaching for my coffee, I took a gulp to wash Kelly's dew down.

It was actually a great combination of flavors!

"Your turn," I said to my wife, and she came and sat on the loveseat beside the girl, holding her as the fading ends of the orgasms I'd given her continued to make her shudder and squirm. Molly kissed Kelly on the mouth while her hand began to roam and enjoy the girl's tits. I knelt there watching for awhile, feeling my own passions growing and rising within me, knowing that they matched what my wife was feeling.

Then Molly was sucking Kelly's nipples, going from one to the other in an almost savage way. It was the same way she treated mine when the mood was right, but to see her actually groping a real woman's breasts was more than thrilling. And now, with her hand freed from massaging the girls' tits, my wife was now rubbing her middle finger rapidly between Kelly's engorged labia.

I went back to sit in my chair and sip my coffee, waiting for the moment when Molly's finger would bend and curl up into the girl's cunt. I'd felt that same sneaky penetration many times, but now my wife would enjoy the feeling of being inside a real vagina and not the lubed ass-hole of some 50ish man.

"God baby-girl, you're so wet!" Molly was gasping, and by the quiet intensity of her voice I knew that she was near to orgasm just from doing what she was doing. I finished my coffee, decided it was time for a refill and got up to go into the kitchen again, leaving an enticing scene of a fully clothed woman completely and utterly ravishing a writhing, totally accommodating beauty.

It put another smile on my face.

After almost two hours and a fresh pot of coffee my wife and I guided a rather frazzled looking Kelly into the bedroom. The poor thing's legs were rubbery and weak so we both half carried her in and lay her gently on the bed. Far from satisfied, the girl continued to squirm and writhe where she lay and after just a few seconds of seeing this display of exquisite sexual anguish, Molly arrived at the next level of arousal, undressed quickly and got on the bed with the girl.

I excused myself to the bathroom and left the two of them there. I was still determined to give my wife the larger share of Kelly even though I'd been frustrated at giving her the entire portion. I took my time undressing, spritzing myself with some body splash that Molly had always found most enticing, and checking my body for stubble. I'd bathed and shaved just hours before and everything was still nice and smooth.

I kept checking however. Aside from the time-stretching factor, it sometimes felt nice just to run my hands over my skin.

Twenty minutes later I stepped out into the bedroom again, expecting to see a completely cummed-out Kelly, but instead the girl was kneeling, head-down between Molly's spread legs, licking away. I'd rarely seen my wife squirm and thrash as much as she was just then and the sight brought me to instant erection—this time with no clothes to get in the way! I pushed my cock down between my thighs and stood there watching; retrieving my cup and taking a gulp.

From where I stood, Kelly's bottom was facing directly at me and I had a good, long look. I even stepped a little closer when I thought I saw a blemish on one of her ass-cheeks (not that it would've mattered with such a perfectly shaped ass) but it was just a shadow.

I decided that hers was probably the most perfect butt I'd ever laid eyes on.

My cock kept slipping from its confines and popping up, so I had a seat on the dressing chair and crossed my legs properly to keep the thing at bay. I glanced down at myself and smirked a little; I was perhaps 'woman enough' for my Molly, but the slim, trim, eager creature now eating her out was more than enough!

Then from between the girl's slightly spread legs I saw her arm moving inward and forward, and a second later Molly gasped when the girl inserted a finger or two. Then that arm was going front to back in deep, urgent thrusts.

"Girl!" my wife moaned. "Sweet-baby! Oh my god. Oh god, woman!"

My wife jerked and thrashed for a moment—groaning low as the orgasms pushed through her—and yet Kelly remained quite still, bent over and finger-fucking my wife's cunt in an almost serene, unhurried (but rhythmic) manner. It gave me more time to enjoy the view I was getting.

From her butt-cheeks, down her thighs and calves to the soles of her feet, Kelly was pale and smooth and beautiful. I could have gone on watching that slowly swaying butt all night long, but suddenly my wife sat up. She looked frazzled and overwrought and when her eyes came back into focus she took Kelly by the shoulders and rolled her on her side, then quickly got around and slid her crotch up between the girl's legs. In moments the both of them had firm and slick contact between them and then the whole bed was rocking and rolling as they tribbed each other with such lust and passion it looked almost violent! It was such an erotic, sensuous and beautiful sight, I almost reached down and started playing with myself right then and there. I held off, but with such an tantalizingly erotic thing happening before my very eyes, even the pressure of my thighs around my prick seemed more than enough to bring me off!

Then a few minutes later, Kelly seemed to freeze with her one leg pointing straight up at the ceiling.

"...Mrs. N.!" she grunted in the silent room. "...oh my god, god...." Her leg shivered. Her body twitched slightly and then there was a shocked, groaning sound from her. I noticed sparkling drops flying in the air—glistening in the light from the one table-lamp we had on—and an instant later my wife's pussy-grinding motions went into overdrive.

"Sweet baby," she gasped. "That's right my sweet, sweet baby-girl! Just like that...yes, yes, just let it come out...."

I was on my feet in an instant and had taken three steps toward the bed. Kelly's whole body still seemed to be locked in place, every muscle stiff and flexed. I gazed at her beautifully pointed foot and had the impulse to reach out and touch it (since it was now so close to my face), but I held back and watched.

"...that's right girl," Molly panted. "Let it out...don't be afraid...."

There was another gasp from Kelly and this time I saw the droplets squirting up and flying. It was as if the two women had squashed a water balloon between them and it was bursting. Then Molly saw me.

"Well, silly," she laughed. "Don't just stand there staring! Did you know I actually had Kelly take her shoes off in my office just to make sure she had the kind of feet you love?"

"You love them too," I smirked.

"Well of course!" my wife gasped as she continued to slam her pussy between Kelly's rigid legs, and at that, I stepped closer, took Kelly's beautiful foot in my hands and started to kiss it. Her body shuddered but her leg remained stiff and pointed like a spire. Then all at once she breathed out and her body relaxed. Her leg began to sag and sink downward and I let it go while my wife went on cunt-banging the more-or-less limp, semi-conscious Kelly.

"Okay, okay my poor baby," Molly gasped and moaned. "A little break. You're all cummed-out. Wait, wait...."

Molly stopped tribbing Kelly and moved back. She looked up at me with her eyes still aflame, but with a peaceful, contented look on the rest of her face.

"I need some water I think," my wife said, and I started to turn toward the bedroom door to go out to the kitchen to get a nice tall glass. "No, I'll get it. You...keep this gorgeous little lady warmed up, okay?"

Then Molly got off the bed, staggered a little from what she'd been doing, got her robe on and went out to the kitchen. I looked down at Kelly and couldn't think of anything more I would like to have done right then than to simply jerk off over her, but what the wife says, she gets. I eased down onto the bed, got my legs entwined with Kelly's and slid closer and closer until my balls were making contact with her seething cunt. She was hot! Hot and like a melted liquid cherry chocolate! I pushed more firmly and she felt the contact and came back to her senses a little.

Kelly gasped suddenly as a 'left-over' orgasm shot through her, but as she continued to settle down and recuperate, her hands found—and then caressed—my right leg; the one which was more or less on top of her at the time. She raised her head weakly, her hands still absently enjoying the feel of the smooth, hairless skin passing against them, but when she finally saw it was me, her eyes widened as comprehension took over.

"Mr. N.!" she said with an amazed smile on her face. "I didn't know that...wow...your legs are so smooth! Is...everything...?"

I reached over and took her hand, then pressed it down where our two crotches met. Her face lit up in a big, weary smile.

"Oh my goodness!" she whispered. "I never felt anything like this; you're so smooth and soft—all over...."

Then, just to keep things going and not disappoint the wife, I pulled my balls up out of the way (my cock was so stiff it was already completely out of the way!) and shoved that smooth area directly between my balls and anus against Kelly's slick, swollen pussy. If I'd been born female we would now have been cunt-to-cunt. I wriggled my pelvis to make myself slip and slide crosswise against her pussy and her eyes rolled back. "God! Just like your wife Mr. N.!"

Then I was tribbing Kelly the same way I tribbed with Molly at times, though I have to say that after all these years of marriage, doing this with someone else was simply amazing!

After ten or fifteen minutes of crotch grinding with the girl, I felt ready to ejaculate into thin air. More than. My dick was sticking straight up between our undulating, slamming crotches and was so stiff and felt so ready, I assumed this was the way I was going to cum.

And believe me, it wouldn't have been a bad way either!

Then I realized that my wife had come back into the room some time before and was sitting in her bathrobe, sipping coffee. When I looked, she grinned.

"My two pretty girls," she whispered, and that alone made me almost spurt!

Molly somehow always made me feel pretty with her words and actions; made me feel as though I were actually a woman.

Except for that one part of me, which was now in danger of gushing into thin air!

"You should slide that beautiful 'clit' of yours into her," Molly whispered.

"It'll shoot before I get it even halfway in."

"Baby, take a break then...." Molly said, and I moved back, shivering, letting go of Kelly's foot. It had been wagging so tantalizingly in the air as we tribbed, I'd gotten to the point where I'd given in and had been sucking her toes. Now I slid back, stepped off the bed and stood there watching from the side of the bed; watching as the pleasure still swirling through Kelly made her squirm and writhe on the crumpled sheets.

Seeing that kept me at full erection but when I noticed Molly strapping her dildo-harness on, the sight of something so wonderfully full of potential carnality nearly made me spill my load right on the carpet!

But then things got even more intense when she got on the bed and had Kelly roll over onto her elbows-and-knees with that beautiful ass sticking high in the air! I moved around to the side to get a better view and when my wife pushed her dildo into the girl's cunt, there was a shivering, moaning sound from Kelly that was so laden with (perhaps) previously unexplored sexuality and release that it changed me from being a watcher to a listener all in a second! My dick lifted up so hard I thought I was going to lose everything right then and there. But I knew that even if I spurt, hearing a repeat of that amazingly luscious, intimate sound would have gotten me hard again in moments.

I realized I was now looking at the profile of Kelly's tossed-back head, her raised chin and half-open mouth. She had pushed herself up from her elbows and was now on her hands, and the way her back was arched, the way her body seemed so tense that it might shatter at any instant, held my gaze. I think I was waiting for her to make that incredible sound again, but then I realized she was frozen, waiting for something herself. I looked back down at where my wife's crotch must surely be tightly pressed against Kelly's ass by now, but when I looked there was still visible space between them; the shaft of the dildo the only thing between crotch and ass-cheeks.

I'd expected to see full insertion but Molly had pushed only halfway in, then pulled out. And as I stared, she began rubbing the now dripping-wet tip of the dildo against the girl's bung-hole. Kelly, shivering visibly now, went down on her elbows again. She put her hands together in front of her and dropped her head down between them.

It was a position of ultimate surrender and consent.

Kelly was murmuring and sighing into her hands but held her place as my wife repeated the process twice. Pussy-goo was drooling down between those perfect, spread cheeks and there was a noticeable shiver in that gorgeous ass. Then Molly pushed the dildo all the way into Kelly's drooling twat, fucked it in and out a few times (making the poor girl groan and claw at the sheets), and then pulled out. She aimed higher at the now melt-lubed pucker between the girl's cheeks, and then began to penetrate her slowly and gently.

"...god! Mrs N.!"

Molly ignored what the girl was crying out and simply pushed forward further and further until the dildo was buried to the hilt. She waited for a moment, then pulled back, rammed in, and continued ass-fucking the girl until she seemed about ready to squirt again.

Then she did.

The gush was strong; it splashed all over my wife's thighs and pelvis, but Molly just kept plunging mercilessly away—as she does with me. In and out, slamming, pushing, in and out, making Kelly's pretty toes spread and dig into the mattress. Then abruptly, Molly stopped and pulled out. I could see how widely stretched and open the girl's butt-hole still was, and then noticed the twinkle in my wife's eyes.

"There honey," she said to me. "All ready for you. Maybe you could have her lay on you, so I can ram that pretty pussy of hers from on top. She's such a cute little thing; can't weigh over a hundred pounds..."

I nodded and got on the bed beside Kelly, who was still frazzled looking from what had just happened to her. She saw me and smiled and then turned over and got herself positioned over me. We both reached between us to guide my dick up her ass, and as she lowered her butt down and took my length, she let out a sizzling sigh that had me almost spurting.

Even dilated as wide as she was, her ass still fit me like a warm, trembling fist. Taking a breath, she calmed herself a little, then raised and spread her knees as Molly got on the bed between both our legs.

The hardest thing I had to do was to not cum. I don't think I'd ever fought so hard in my life to keep from spurting because not only was this threesome thing new and exciting (my wife and I had never gone outside our marriage), and the 'third' was a stunningly sensuous young woman, but now, in this position, I could actually feel each and every time Kelly came; as my wife dildo-fucked her, each orgasm would make her rectum and anus squeeze the dick that was buried in it.

My dick.

Plus there was the thrashing and gasping and moaning, the sight of my wife bearing down from above (a familiar sight for me, but never with a bare, squirming body between us), and the whole idea of what was going on. It was almost as if we were simply fucking each other (or she, me actually) but then Molly would tuck her head down to suck Kelly's nipples, or I would reach up and cup the girl's gorgeous, small boobs, and I'd almost be gushing. It was beyond exciting, actually. I knew I couldn't hold off for much longer, but I was trying my best.

Then the inevitable happened.

Molly and I had always enjoyed mutual foot-fetish things, as is probably obvious by now. Lots of times after I'd spurt in her, I'd continue to bring her off with either my fingers or my toes. She loved having my toes in her. Sometimes she would make love to me for hours, but with lots of attention lavished on my shaved legs and feet. I'd glance down and see her licking and kissing my legs and it was almost as though my legs really did belong to some woman (they're actually quite unmanly legs), and I was simply a voyeur watching my wife enjoying someone else.

But now, with Kelly curled almost fetally on top of me, writhing on what I had up her rectum and my wife's pounding dildo in her cunt, it brought her legs within easy reach of Molly—her lovely feet in particular. I was watching my wife ramming the girl with eyes opening only once in a while, but now they opened and caught sight of Kelly's limply waving feet. The next instant she grabbed the girl's left foot and pulled it over in front of her.

It was like everything was in slow motion, like some wonderful train wreck. I watched as my wife's lips parted, watched her hand pulling the girl's foot toward those open lips, then watched as Kelly's big-toe slipped slowly between those lips. Molly began sucking that toe back and forth in the same way she sucked my 'clit' sometimes, and that's when the urge deep within me began to twist and flex and move. I felt the cum moving through my balls and groin and dick like some glob of molten lava and a moment later I was spurting deep inside Kelly's ass.

It felt so good it almost hurt.

"Mr. N.!" she cried out, and then she gasped and her whole body began to quiver and shake. I felt warmth dripping down over my balls as the girl's pussy contracted and squirt around the dildo that was filling it. There was another hot gush, another, and Kelly was fluttering like a leaf between my wife and I, totally out of control and given completely over to her pleasure. It was as though she was being shot full of electricity instead of semen, and she continued to gasp and quiver as my pelvis rolled up and out to push every inch of my dick inside her—including the base, which being shaved smooth didn't even have that 'ring of fuzz' to block it!

Molly kept ramming and thrusting and then suddenly pulled back. She yanked the dildo harness off. I got my feet together under her and a moment later she reached back and got one of my big-toes inside her, pressed down hard, rolled her bottom, and came. Hard! She came so hard I thought I was going to go through another round of ejaculation just from hearing and seeing it. I shoved up into the shivering girl on top of me, producing another gasp and another strong squirt from between her pulled-back legs. It hit my wife in the face and seemed to drive her crazy.

Molly got off my foot and came forward, taking Kelly by the hips and ass and pushing and pulling her up and down on my erection. I was still spurting in uneven ripples—I'd never cum that much in my life—but I was still hard. It felt like every bit of tension, every molecule of passion was oozing up inside the girl's behind, to the point where the continued rubbing was getting almost painful.

But Molly was relentless. She's quite strong physically, but at that point there was no way of telling if she was more interested in masturbating Kelly's ass on my prong, or masturbating me with that tightly quivering pucker. The girl and I were both benefiting though!