Sandy Ch. 06

"Oh!" Vivienne remarked, sounding more surprised this time, but when Sandy's hand had returned to my shorts, this time turning and slipping inside them so she could fondle my balls, Vivienne encouraged another drop to appear, and did the same as Sandy had done, tentatively tasting it at first, but then putting her finger in her mouth. As her hand found him again, she murmured - like all the other girls had:

"That's good," sounding a little surprised, and then she held him again and began to move her hand again, now apparently finished with experimenting. Sandy fondled my balls, chuckling softly, as we all watched Vivienne's hand on my cock, and I encouraged her when he surged by murmuring "um-hmm."

"I better do something," Sandy murmured, and slipped her hand out and began to undo the rest of the buttons of my shirt.

"That far?" Vivienne asked softly, obviously recognizing why she was doing it.

"I hope so," I replied, eliciting a snort from her. Sandy pushed my shirt aside and then returned her hand to my crotch, but not putting it back in my shorts. After a few moments of watching Vivienne's small hand moving on his shaft, she murmured:

"Let me help."

"If you want," Vivienne murmured.

Sandy's fingers found his head, and their hands moved in unison as Sandy's experienced fingers rubbed the right places. I squeezed and pulled on their nipples with an audible sigh, pulling in time with their hands - and in time with the music, I recognized. He began to surge more frequently, and then I began to join in with aroused moans as my breath got shorter, and my hips began to twitch.

"Good!" I managed to pant out, and then I started to come as I gasped, the first couple of ejaculations proving that Sandy had been right to unbutton my shirt - high up on my chest, making Vivienne flinch with her head, for a moment forgetting to move her hand, but Sandy's continued, partly on top of Vivienne's and she immediately clutched him again as he spurted three or four more times and the last dribbled down on Sandy's fingers.

I cupped their breasts in my hands, just holding them as I caught my breath. Vivienne snorted, and then snorted again, and said:

"You were right. ... That must have been good."

"It sure was, ... thank you."

"Um-hmm," Sandy agreed cheerfully, and let go of him, turning her hand to keep it from dripping. I knew immediately what she wanted to do, and as her hand moved towards her mouth again, Vivienne did too, asking in a surprised tone:

"You want to?"

Sandy already had, just nodding in reply.

"Oh!" Vivienne responded as she watched Sandy and then followed her hand back down to my stomach, seeing her catch another drop, and remarked softly - not a question:

"You really like it."

"Um-hmm," Sandy agreed, almost apologetically, and licked her fingers again.

"Oh. ... I didn't really believe that - in the book."

She looked down at the white blobs on my chest and asked softly:

"And others do, too?"

"Um-hmm," I murmured with a nod, and she raised her head to glance up at me, and then looked back down and touched one of them with a finger. I added:

"One of them said it doesn't taste worse than beer or oysters."

"Hmm!" she snorted strongly as her finger tapped in the creamy liquid. Then she snorted again and chuckled, murmuring after a moment:

"I didn't like them the first time I had them either," and then tasted the moisture on her finger. I squeezed her breast.

"Hmm, ... funny, strange, ... hmm," and she looked up at Sandy and me, and then looked back down and swiped up some more - more on her finger - and tasted it again, this time taking longer before she snorted again, and then after a moment, murmured to herself:

"I didn't think I would ever do this," and then snickered and looked back up at us with a wry smile and asked:

"You wanted me to?" and glanced at each of us. After a moment, Sandy answered:

"Yeah, I guess, ... sort of. ... And you seemed curious ..."

"And you missed the weekend you had planned," I remarked, adding:

"... and I guess we wanted to help you overcome your Catholic schooling."

"Oh, Sandy told you about that?"

Um-hmm."

"Hmm!" She grinned at us and sat up, my hand sliding down from her breast as she replied:

"Yeah, I guess so, that I need a little help. ... Hmm! They certainly didn't tell us about this ... not to do this." She dabbled a finger in another drop and stuck it in her mouth, grinning while she looked at us.

The music stopped again, and there was a break in our conversation, but this time Vivienne broke it immediately, commenting:

"That was funny, before, how we just stopped, waiting for the music to continue."

"Um-hmm, ..." I agreed, and Sandy nodded, but we all still waited again in silence. I slid my hand around Vivienne's side and back up to her breast, and she nodded with an appreciative smile.

After the next record dropped, Sandy also sat up, leaving me in the odd position of sitting exposed between them, which seemed to occur to both of them as they looked down at him and snorted. And then the music started again.

"But we haven't done anything about your missed weekend," I said and squeezed her breast. She snorted with another smile, and glanced down at him with another snort as she replied:

"Maybe that's Sandy's fault; ... she should have thought about that before."

Sandy snickered - her blouse was completed unbutton, hanging just over the tips of her breasts. I flipped the hem of the near side, revealing her nipple, that popped out. She glanced down at it and snickered again and said:

"I did, but I didn't know ... well, I just said the first thing that came to hand ... I mean, to mind."

Vivienne and I and then Sandy laughed at her slip of the tongue.

"Well, you've certainly done a lot about my Catholic schooling already. Just look at us."

"Um-hmm," I agreed, glancing at Sandy's bare breast and down at myself and then catching Vivienne's eyes doing the same as I rubbed her soft nipple, that responded as I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Sandy moved, and glanced back at her and saw that she had freed her other breast, both nipples exposed and a little aroused. Vivienne took it as a hint. With a little snort, she crossed her arms in front of herself and grasped the hem of her top, pulling it up as she remarked:

"You wanted to know what color they are," then they appeared, and her head disappeared for a moment as my eyes focused on her aroused, light beige nipples.

They really were perfect on her, right in the middle of her small breasts, whose form reminded me of those on Renaissance paintings, but not so pale. Probably like Martha's had been when she was fourteen - it suddenly occurred to me. Vivienne smiled at me when her eyes came back into view. She shook her hair and dropped her top behind her on the sofa and repeated:

"Just look at us."

"I am," I replied with a smile: ... lovely," and glanced at Sandy, and saw that she had shrugged her shoulders out of her blouse, also sitting half nude. It didn't seem that the question of what to do about Vivienne's missed date had been settled yet.

"I guess I should take mine off, too," I remarked and sat up. Both of them immediately helped me, pushing my shirt off my shoulders as I put my arms back to let it slip down them, letting Sandy pull it free as I raised my ass slightly. As she shook it and laid it aside, I thought that if they wanted my shirt off, I had better remove my shoes, and leaned down and untied the laces and started to take them off.

"What do you have in mind?" Vivienne asked, but her hand on my shoulder suggested that she didn't think it inappropriate that I did.

"I don't know, but since you wanted me to take off my shirt, I figured my shoes should go too. ... What would you like ... uh, ... for me to have in mind?"

I sat up and looked at her, and saw her nipples stiffen. She slid her hand over my shoulder and down on my breast, remarking:

"Yours are bigger than mine."

"But not nearly as nice." She moved her fingers and held it, adding:

"I don't know. ... Should I have anything in mind?"

"Um-hmm, ... you should," Sandy encouraged her.

"Like what?"

"Like wanting him to ..."

"Letting me kiss you breasts, ... for a start," and I brushed one of her nipples with the backs of my fingers.

"Unn! ... but what about Sandy?"

"I can share, ... this once, ... maybe, ... 'cause of last weekend, ... and for Friday night."

Vivienne didn't say anything, but her aroused nipples suggested that they liked my suggestion, and Sandy's hand stroking my back seemed to confirm what she had said, but I was at a loss how to continue. We needed to be in her bedroom, and images of being with Pam and Sukie, and Martha and my sister passed through my mind. I brushed her nipples again with both hands and smiled at her, continuing to rub them for lack of anything to say.

Vivienne was letting it feel good as the tips of her nipples rippled against the backs of my fingers, smiling at me absently with heavy eyelids as she hummed softly when she exhaled.

"'For a start,' ... 'for last weekend,' ... really?" she murmured.

"Um-hmm."

"And Sandy?"

"She can join us."

"Um-hmm. ... Hm-hmm. ... She got us here, ... like this."

"Um-hmm, good."

Sandy stroked my back again in agreement, and Vivienne murmured:

"Um-hmm. ... I was all aroused."

"Me too."

"Hmm!"

"I want you to be again, ... as much as I was."

"Mmmm!"

"But not here."

"Um-hmm."

"I'll carry you."

"Um-hmm."

I felt Sandy's other hand on my trousers and felt sure that she understood that I needed to take them off when I stood up. Vivienne let me gather her up in my arms, putting her arm around my neck - she was lighter than I had expected - and then shifted our weight forward so that I could stand up. There was no reason to wait to start by kissing her breasts, her mouth was right there. I raised her up a bit, and she tilted her head back. Her eyes were closed, but her lips were slightly open with the tip of her tongue between them, and then immediately touching mine as our lips met.

And then I was too engrossed with our kissing to be fully aware of what Sandy was doing, but I had been right: my trousers dropped around my ankles, and when I shifted my weight and raised one foot, it slipped easily free, and then the other, while Vivienne's tongue's eager movement confirmed that she wanted more than just a kiss, and I did too - he did too - again. Sandy's grasp of my shorts made me wait for them to also drop, and again I easily stepped out of them, and then slowly carried Vivienne towards the bedroom, continuing our kiss.

It was darker in her bedroom, the curtains almost closed, and her bed was also still closed, and I was naked, and she still had her skirt on. As I slid my hand down her back, she seemed to understand, holding me with both arms around my neck - holding herself, so that I could find the fastening of her skirt, nodding slightly when I did, and then sucking and caressing my tongue while I concentrated on loosening her skirt.

Then I was aware that Sandy had silently joined us and was opening the bed. I held Vivienne again with that arm and lowered her legs, having to stoop a bit until I felt that she was standing, still with her arms around my neck. Her skirt didn't drop immediately like my trousers; she let me push it pass her hips, and nodded when my hands slid back up onto her panties.

Hmm! Silky woven material, sliding a little on her firm hips - I had only see ones like that in advertisements. I slid one hand down and found the lower hem with no elastic - yes, like those in the ads. Vivienne nodded slightly again, as though she liked that I appreciated that her panties were special, and held me a little closer with her arms, her breasts touching me and my cock touching her and then sliding up as she felt him and pressed her hips closer, snorting slightly when she felt his tip slide onto her bare skin. I held us closer, and we kissed again as I rubbed the silky fabric on her bottom and felt her muscles tighten when she rocked her pelvis up, holding him tight between us. Then my thumbs slid up to the elastic, catching it, and she nodded again as our tongues caressed. I drew her panties down, the silky cloth sliding down her flat stomach, past my balls.

Then we were both naked - and only had one thing in mind. Oh, somewhere in the back of mine, I wondered about Sandy, who had been so helpful, but only to dismiss the thought as I recalled that I had promised to start by sucking Vivienne's breasts. My hands slid down under her firm ass, and I easily drew her up, helped by her arms around my neck, still kissing as her head was level with mine and then until we couldn't as I slid her higher against my body, and she drew her legs up to clutch my waist when my cock slipped past her crotch.

She clung to me with her arms and legs as I got a better grip under her and then lowered my head. She loosening her hold, so that I could find her aroused nipple, and then pressing her breast to my mouth as I sucked and licked her stiff nipple, and then her other one. The fingers of one hand slipped deeper under her, finding the firm spot behind her pussy, and then finding the back of her lips, and further - all moist - and her pelvis moved. Shuffling my feet past her skirt and panties, I approached the bed.

How were we going to do it? Oh, like with Sandy the second time, sucking her breasts - where was she? - and then I wanted to taste Vivienne's pussy - I hoped she hadn't washed after going to the bathroom - and then ... really do it!

Still holding her nipple, I turned and sat down. As I laid back, Vivienne got her feet out of the way, lying on top of me and letting me resume my attention to her breasts - and to her pussy. When I started to draw her up, and began to move us further onto the bed, she seemed to understand, drawing her knees up, and then when I drew her hips up further and got my hands under her thighs, she nodded with an "um-hmm" and supported herself with her arms and moved further up - on my chest - and then, at my urging, she moved her knees past my shoulders, raising her hips so that I could see her pussy for the first time: an attractive, small patch of dark pubic hair that was soon tickling my chin, and then my nose, as I raised my head to find her with my mouth. She sat up and turned it up to me, and I held her hips, guiding her to lower herself as my tongue found the moisture between her engorged lips, and I could relax my neck as she pressed her pussy down, sighing with a soft moan as my tongue began to explore.

If she hadn't done it like this before - just letting men to it to her as she lay on her back - she sure had understood quickly about doing it this way - maybe a picture in the book? I couldn't remember.

Mmm! It seemed so delicate as my tongue discovered it - like the rest of her - but no less aroused or sensitive to being aroused as she pressed her opening on my thrusting tongue, and then ground her clitoris against my mouth when I found and sucked and nibbled on her swollen little clitoris, making her moan. Could I make her come this way? Did she want to wait to find out? I slid my hands up her sides and around, finding her hands holding her breasts. She immediately guided mine to them, encouraging them to hold them, and then to hold her nipples as my mouth continued to enjoy her pussy.

Oh, I felt hands on my thighs - Sandy! She wanted me to spread my legs, and then I felt her arms outside my thighs, and then her breath on my cock, and then her warm mouth all around him!

"Mmmm!" I hummed loudly in Vivienne's pussy, and she liked that, and it was easy to hum as Sandy's experienced tongue aroused me. Did she expect that I could come for her and then again with Vivienne, who seemed unaware of Sandy's presence? I tried to concentrate on enjoying and pleasing Vivienne, hoping it would distract me from what Sandy was doing.

Vivienne's responsiveness helped; she wanted me to scratch and pinch her nipples, not hesitating to use her own fingers between mine to show me what she liked, as her pelvis rocked to show me where she wanted to feel my tongue, and then jerking slightly each time it returned to her clitoris. And then she only wanted it there, clutching my fingers to pinch her nipples and urging them to pull on them, harder than I would have by myself, as she moaned erratically, about to come, from my experience. And I was just as aroused, wanting to rock my hips and thrust him in Sandy's mouth. But then she let him slip out and dug her fingers into my tight sack, her fingernails scratching and gripping in my skin.

Relieved that I didn't have to worry about coming, myself, I did everything I could for Vivienne, and she wanted it, beginning to gasp between her moans, and then her pelvis started spasm against my mouth, and I felt her spurt ... and again - sweet love juice! - and again! It was so gratifying! I wanted to have my cock in her sweet juicy cunt! Was she on the pill? Oh? Yes, I had seen two sets of pills when I was looking for the razor.

I let go of her nipples and slid my hands down her ribcage and raised her off my face and murmured:

"Now the other."

"Um-hmm," she confirmed and rose on her knees and dropped forward on her hands and crawled backwards. I extricated my arms from between her thighs, and she moved further. I had forgotten about Sandy; she had disappeared without my noticing, and then I guided him to Vivienne's dripping cunt. When she felt him in the right place, she lowered her hips onto him as I thrust him up.

"Ahhhg!" she gasped as he slurped deep in her hot hole, sounding almost as though she could feel him in her throat and was gagging, and then, still resting on her hands, she began to fuck. She had obviously done it this way before, rising up and then driving him deep into her with a pleased groan each time, but more as though she were starting again, rather than continuing her first orgasm. I felt I was more aroused than she was, but didn't want to have mine yet and then try to have another one with her. Then in the dim light I saw Sandy standing naked beside the bed behind Vivienne, holding her pussy and breast. I held Vivienne's hips down on mine and murmured:

"Not so fast; getting there is half the fun."

"Un-hnn," she responded in the guttural tone of her groans and relaxed, resting the weight of her hips on mine. I slid my hands up to her breasts and urged her to sit up.

"Uhnn!" she snorted as we felt him press against the front of her vagina and then looked down at me. Her expression changed, and she nodded slightly, and then with a silent snort smiled slightly and murmured:

"Getting there is half the fun. I already got there once. Hmm! ... That never happened before ... like that."

I surged my cock in her to remind her where he was, and she snorted again, as I said:

"I'm glad. I loved it."

"You must; you did it so good. ... Hmm, I kind of forgot everything."

"We forgot everything," and I made him surge again. She chuckled and rocked her hips, and I moved mine slightly, and we both did it again as I squeezed her breasts.

"Oh, Sandy! I completely forgot about her. Where's she?"

I was expecting that Sandy would respond, but she didn't. Vivienne added:

"This was sort of her idea, ... 'sharing'."

"Um-hmm, 'sharing'."

"Hmm, ... she sure has let me," and she moved her hips again:

"... and still is," and snickered softly with a smile as she moved them once more.

I saw Sandy nod in the now almost dark room and replied:

"She probably wants to get there too." Sandy nodded more vigorously.

"You think so? ... How?! With us?"

"Um-hmm, ... like you got there."

"Oh! ... Can you."

"I can try."

"Oh, like with those girls? You did that?!"