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"Do it Yule.... Ffill her up... Make her burst..." Denise suddenly yelled, knowing full well he was at fruition.
Fill her up he did, with a roar so loud it was frightening to both women, pulling Jillian back to consciousness, her burning greens eyes watching it happen, watching every muscle she could see go taut.
Denise let go of Jillian's breasts as stream after stream of his hot fluids, along with vibrations, hit her best friend's internal walls. It felt like fire inside of Jillian as she forced herself down as hard as she could, feeling his sperm flowing out around his base.
Jillian collapsed onto his chest, panting, his hands still on her hips, as Denise moved to his left side. A few moments later, Jillian rolled to his right; his fluids spilling out of her as the cork was removed. She was still shaking as Denise moved to clean off his still hard and shining fuckstick.
Yule was breathing steadier, his eyes closed, his body relaxing, as a woman snuggled under each arm, slowly rubbing his body with their hands.
"I think he's dead, Jilly," Denise said giggling almost uncontrollably and kissing the side of his face. Jillian was doing the same as she copied Denise's movements, placing little kisses on Yule cheek.
"At least he went out with a bang," Jillian retorted, increasing the giggles to laughter
Neither woman intending to move away unless forced at gunpoint. The two women now shared everything, and only the logistics had to be worked out, but that was for later.
"No, I'm alive. More alive than ever before," Yule spoke quietly, almost a minute later, "and I'm in love... with both of you. I have been since I met you, I am now, and I will be forever, I just didn't know what it was. I didn't know this existed..."
His open eyes had a dreamlike quality, as the women kissed up the tears streaming from his eyes. "I'm home," was the last thing spoken as they all drifted to sleep, a slumber that lasted for all of an hour, as some performances require multiple encores, regardless of applause.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 10 years agoI don't know how I missed it but this was just great. PTS is a bitch. And if you can save some one who has it - worth the effort. But the pain lasts a LONG time. The sequels are never as good as the first meeting - until much later. If you save one life it is as if you had saved the whole world. Do it.
bowlerhatover 11 years agoI liked the plot and the general writing style is ok but from the point where the hero turned up at his new home, the whole thing went far too fast and easy.
PayDayover 11 years agoAuthor"loved the story, a five, a bit of editing would help
such things as new for knew but it didnt hurt the story"
Done deal, I'm all for asking nicely. Should be up in a couple of days.
Anonymousover 11 years agosuch things as new for knew but it didnt hurt the story
PolyLvralmost 12 years agoJust... this story touched me more than almost any other story on this site.
