The AC's Out

Emily laughed nervously. "Yeah, for sure. Try being pregnant, too. Feels like a furnace down there."

"Only one thing to do, then." Abby said, as she stood. Abby hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear, and started to pull down, before she was interrupted by Emily.

"You know Hank is still here, right?" Emily said, her voice pitched high in alarm.

"Yeah, so what? What's he going to do? He's probably seen lady parts before," Abby asked, snickering.

"Well, what about what I'm going to do?" Emily teased.

"Oh yeah, what are you going to do?" Abby taunted.

"Keep going and you might find out," Emily warned.

Abby stopped for a moment, turned square to the couch, and looked Emily straight in the eye. She got a firm grasp on her underwear, and slowly pulled down, bending over as she went, her breasts eclipsing her midsection as she bent all the way to her toes, and lifted one foot and then the other, standing back up with underwear in her hand. Both Hank and Emily got a full view of Abby's naked glory. She stood with one hand on her hip, hip cocked to one side, feet apart, twirling her last article of clothing around her finger casually, bare from head to toe. Her full naked figure was on display, toned legs meeting a triangle of dark hair, a flat stomach leading to her round and perky breasts. Possibly the most arousing part of her was the confident smile on her face, enjoying the attention, daring Emily to act.

"So? What are you going to do?" Abby challenged Emily, sitting back down in her chair.

Emily glanced away from Abby and over to Hank. Their eyes met, and Hank nodded almost imperceptibly. His own underwear, the only article of clothing still being actually warn, were very tight, she could see.

"I'll show you." Emily said, as she pitched forward from the couch, landing on the floor softly on her knees.

On hands and knees, Emily slowly approached Abby's chair. The other woman sat completely still, except for her eyes, moving back and forth between Emily and Hank, still seated at the far end of the couch.

"What are you doing?" whispered Abby.

"Same thing as I do almost every night," Emily replied, her voice low, her desire clear.

"But... Hank!" she said, her arm darting out, finger pointing at their friend.

"I know. But he's our friend. Our good friend. Plus, it's kind of fun to have a little audience, hmm?" Emily said, inching ever closer to Abby.

"Well... As long as he doesn't mind. Do you want to stay and... And watch?" Abby asked Hank.

His mouth worked for a moment before any sound came out. "I... Uh. I'd love to."

"Then settle in, Hank," Emily directed, before placing one hand on each of Abby's legs.

Assertively, Emily pulled Abby down towards the edge of the chair, moving her from a seated position to one where the edge of her butt was hanging out over the bottom of the chair. Abby shrieked as she was yanked closer to Emily's waiting mouth, and could see Emily's breasts swaying pendulous as she bent over.

Hank's view might have been the best in the house. Emily's profile was breathtaking. From his vantage point, he could see her beautiful breasts, swinging back and forth gently as she moved. Her stomach was a small bump, blending wonderfully into her hips, her long legs curved as she knelt. Her ass presented a most attractive target, broad but firm, and he imagined himself situated behind her, kissing her flanks before examining her depths.

Under Hank's gaze, Emily's mouth met the inside of Abby's thighs, and Abby sighed in pleasure. Emily breathed in deeply, taking in the musky scent of Abby's sex. Not unpleasant, but the heat had caused the perspiration and her own natural lubrication to combine into a heady aroma, a full measure of femininity. It was intoxicating to Emily, and as she inched her lips across Abby's thighs, she became increasingly desirous of her partner's body.

Abby could barely contain herself under the attentions of Emily. The sensations were somehow light but intense, the teasing of Emily's lips, and tongue, and teeth were delicious torture, and she felt warmth grow between her legs. She grabbed hold of the crown of Emily's brown hair, entwining the auburn strands between her fingers, communicating her arousal with a caress.

Abby's touch was the signal Emily was looking for to move on to the next stage of her assault. She moved up from Abby's thighs to her swollen lips, and kissed and nuzzled Abby's pussy. Abby gasped, the sensation intense, and freed her hands from Emily's hair. She reached down, gently hooking a pair of fingers on either side of her slit, and opening herself up, revealing moistened vaginal opening and swollen clitoris to her lover.

Emily paused for a moment to take in the beautiful sight of her love's most intimate place. Her delicate labia were flushed pink with her desire, clitoris peeking from beneath its hood, and moisture glistened from the opening of her vagina. It looked good enough to eat, and Emily snaked out a tongue to taste the waiting feast.

The sensation of warm tongue on her hot pussy produced a gasp from Abby. She settled down even more in the chair, and adjusted her position to give Emily even easier access. Abby's hands left their position between her thighs and she reached out around the outside of her thighs, pulling her legs back, and spread herself out again, allowing Emily unfettered access to her private place.

With Abby settled, Emily grinned at Hank, and resumed her attention to the task at hand. She greedily slurped at Abby's pussy, eagerly tasting the sweetness of her lover's juices. Lazily, she traced a line with her tongue up to Abby's clitoris, then back down, drawing an arch on her soft and sensitive flesh. Emily tongued the edges of Abby's clitoral hood, the delicate flaps flanking her sensitive nub, and was satisfied to hear the sharp intake of breath from her partner.

Abby's arousal was approaching its peak, and Emily then turned her attention solely to Abby's engorged clit. Emily encircled the pink bead with her lips, creating a little suction, alternating the pressure to create waves of pleasure. Abby slid even further in the chair, spreading herself out even wider, granting intimate access to her precious treasure.

Emily released her lip's grip on Abby's clitoris for a moment, and slid her middle finger into Abby's slick vaginal entrance. The slim digit slipped in easily, as aroused as Abby was, and Emily could have added a second, and a third. But she focused on one thing instead, a fleshy bundle directly opposite her partner's clit, inside her vagina: her g-spot. Emily began to gently stroke that spot, high and inside her lover's tunnel, feeling its ribbed and spongy texture. With each gentle stroke, Abby shuddered in pleasure, waves of pleasure radiating from that singular point.

Continuing to stroke her finger, Emily launched a second attack, returning to Abby's clit. Her tongue gently flicking Abby's clit, Emily conducted an assault on Abby's senses. Abby was trapped between two warring sources of intense pleasure; the soft, gentle caress of her clit and the pressure waves from her g-spot. Abby felt compressed between the sensations, riding each like a ship buffeted by waves at sea. Her hips swayed with a sensual movement she could not control or consciously replicate, an exotic dance she performed for an audience of only two.

The waves of pleasure reached a peak, until her orgasm crashed over her. Abby arched her back, and began thrusting her pelvis into Emily's face, grinding her pubis against Emily's lips and finger, uncontrollably spasming in pleasure. She let out a cry, and as the sensations became too intense to handle, she abruptly sat up, disengaging from Emily's touch. She locked Emily's head between her legs as the remnants of her climax rendered her unable to speak, or think.

Emily gently pushed Abby's legs apart, careful not to touch her now over-stimulated lady parts. But Emily couldn't resist kissing Abby's inner thighs as she sat up, and saw Hank staring mesmerized at the two of them. Emily couldn't help but giggle at the sight of Hank, clearly overwhelmed by the show he just witnessed.

"I think we broke him, Abby!" Emily joked.

"Unnnng." Abby said.

Hank was overcome. Watching the two of them was intensely erotic, and more than a little emotional, watching the two of them who were clearly so much in love with one another.

"Well that was fun, but now I'm hornier than ever!" exclaimed Emily.

Abby, still breathing hard, replied. "Well give me a few minutes to recover, and I'd be happy to help you out."

"Well, why you gather yourself, I have an idea. There's something I've always wanted to try..." Emily said, looking pointedly at Hank.

Abby's gaze followed Emily's over to Hank, and she suddenly realized Emily's implication. She considered a moment what Emily was asking.

Abby sat up with a start. "You want to have sex with... A guy?"

"Not just a guy! With Hank! Our friend! Who happens to be our sperm donor," Emily said calmly.

"Well, yeah, Hank's great. Of course! But... You've never had sex with a man before!" Abby said.

"Aren't you a little curious?" Emily asked Abby. "I mean, lots of people like the dick. There has to be something good about it!"

Abby laughed. "Sure, I'm curious. But I fell in love with you, and guys just don't do it for me."

"I'm not in love with him, but I do love Hank. You know what I mean? Don't you?" Emily asked.

"Well... Yes, of course. He's one of our best friends. I love him. I'm just not in love with him," Abby said, caressing Emily's face cradled between her legs. "I'm in love with you!"

"And I'm in love with you. But I admit, I wonder what it's like. And right now I'm so horny. And now... Well, Hank is here. Plus, I figure we owe him a little something..." Emily's voice trailed off as she looked in Hank's direction.

"Well, it's not like he's going to get you pregnant!" Abby said, laughing.

Hank busted out in laughter. "Are you sure? I mean, I'm clearly excited to be with you however you'd like. But I don't want anything to get weird."

Emily patted the floor next to him, beckoning him to come over.

Hank sat next to the chair where Abby sat, nude. He was intensely aware of the two women's arousal, his head just above Abby's bare crotch where Emily lay her head. The two of them were gorgeous, their attraction to each other clear in the idle caress of their hands on each others bodies. Being invited into this intimate moment between his two friends made his heart swell, along with other things.

Emily took Hank's hand into hers, noting the size of his hand, engulfing hers. She'd never considered Hank's body, ever-focused on Abby. He was broad where Abby was slender, his shoulders muscular, his bare chest slightly fuzzy with hair trailing down his flat stomach. She reached out to touch his chest, trailing her hand down to his belly, his flesh yielding beneath her tracing fingers. Hank breathed in, his arousal building from this simple gesture.

"Hank," Emily began, "You've been a great friend to me and Abby. Helped us move into this place, showed us around town, been a confidant, and now you're the father to our child. You've helped us with so much. Now I'm asking for one more thing." Emily looked up at Hank, her face mock serious. "Will you fuck me like a straight girl?"

Hank fell over in laughter.

Abby pushed Emily's face away from her crotch as she, too, was overcome with a fit of giggles.

Emily couldn't help but join in laughter with her very silly friends.

When they'd finally recovered, tears of laughter were in the corners of their eyes.

"Alright, that was a joke, but I am serious. I want you to be my first time with a guy. Will you?" Abby asked.

"I'd love to," Hank answered.

Abby clapped her hands. "This should be fun!"

"So, how should we do this? Do I need to like, get you ready or something?" Emily asked.

Hank shook his head. "That's not going to be necessary, after all the things I've seen so far. I'm pretty ready to go."

As a way of demonstrating just how ready he was, Hank stood and removed his gray briefs. His cock sprung out from its cotton confines, and swayed around, his erection full and proud.

"Is it... Uhm. Really big? Because that thing looks really big," Emily asked worriedly.

"It's about average. The ladies I've been with before haven't had any issue with it," Hank explained, not quite proudly. "You can touch it if you want."

Emily reached a hand out to touch Hank's member. She'd only ever seen one in movies, or as poor rubber replicas. The head of his penis was larger than the shaft. She had heard it was the most sensitive part, so she gently rubbed the tip with her finger and thumbs, testing Hank's response. He gently sighed at her touch. Emily noted a tiny slit in the middle of the head of his cock, with some glistening liquid present. She smeared it with her finger, and it left a gleaming trail as she pulled her finger away. Not unlike the feminine lubrication she was already familiar with. Emily was entranced in her examinations when another hand reached for the penis from the corner of her view.

Emily smacked Abby's hand away.

"What? I'm curious, too!" Abby complained.

"Yeah, well, we don't need another pregnant lady around here, so just be careful," Emily warned.

Hank laughed. "As long as you aren't rubbing yourself after touching me, you're probably okay."

"I'll make sure to wash up before rubbing one out," Abby quipped.

"Good," Emily said, satisfied. "Now, where were we."

Hank answered. "Well, if you're ready, I'm ready."

Emily shrugged her shoulders. "No time like the present! What do you think the best way of doing this is?"

Hank considered for a moment before answering. "With your pregnant belly, I think it's probably best doggy style."

Emily gasped. "Doggy style? What the hell does that mean?" Emily imagined the worst possible connotations of the term.

"Don't worry!" Hank said. "It just means you get on your hands and knees, just like you were with Abby, and I get behind you."

"Oh." Emily replied. "That sounds okay. That's a really dumb name."

"Look, I don't make up the names," Hank said, slightly exasperated.

"Alright, let's do this!" Emily replied gamely. "If I'm supposed to be just like I was with Abby, then we should re-create that."

Emily turned over from her sitting position and laid her head in Abby's lap. Emily looked up at her partner. "Is this okay? You aren't mad that I want to try this?"

Abby patted Emily's head. "I'm not sure why you want to try this, but I'm okay with it," Abby considered for a moment. "Actually, I'm pretty sure pregnancy has made you crazy, and that's why you want to try this. But if Hank somehow turns you straight, I'm going to be pretty upset."

Emily laughed. "I'm in love with you, Abby. There's no one else I want to raise this child with."

"I love you too, Emily," Abby said lovingly, looking down at her partner, cradling her head in her lap. "Alright Hank, fuck her like a straight girl."

Hank held up a hand. "I would, but... Uhm. Underwear?"

Emily realized in all the excitement she'd still managed to retain her green panties through this entire encounter. "Whoops!" She said, looking back at Hank behind her. "Go ahead and give those things a tug."

Hank steadied his hands for a moment before reaching out to grasp the elastic band of her shiny green intimate wear, and slowly pulled down the length of her thighs to the floor. Bending over as he did, he got an eyeful of Emily's delicate treasure. Her slit, moist and engorged, was lightly tufted with hairs along its length. At the slit's peak, a delicate, tight sphincter marked the terminus of her intimate region. Emily's puffed lips parted slightly as she lifted her legs, first one, then the other, to pull away her underwear, giving him a glimpse of what he was about to experience.

"Now don't be afraid to give me the real treatment, Hank. Whatever you like to do with other girls, try it on me. I'm really curious how straight women like to do it," Emily said sincerely.

"Okay, here goes," Hank breathed.

Hank lined up his still rock-hard shaft with Emily's vaginal opening, and gently applied pressure, pushing forward with his hips. For a moment, he was worried he would hurt Emily, or not fit inside of her. He took his time, gingerly positioning, taking his time, being gentle.

Until suddenly Emily rocked her hips back into him, completely engaging his cock within her in one motion.

"Wow!" Emily breathed, feeling a real cock inside her for the first time.

Hank gasped at the sudden sensation of feeling Emily's aroused vagina gripping his manhood. He paused to give them both a chance to adapt to the sensation. He took the time to trace his hands up and down her flanks, admiring the curve of her hips and butt. His hands wandered down and around her belly, feeling the tight skin stretching around the child growing inside her.

"How's it feel?" Abby asked Emily, peering down at her.

"Tight! I feel very full. Especially with all the baby stuff going on down there, there's so little room to work with. I feel filled up," Emily replied, a sense of wonder in her voice. "It's not like any toy we've ever used. It's strange to have something inside you with a person attached."

"Yeah, it's pretty outstanding back here too, thanks!" Hank called out, drawing chuckles from the women.

"Okay," Emily continued, "I'm ready for more."

Hank took that as his cue to start working himself into Emily's slick entrance. He started with small strokes, taking his time, as much for Emily as for him. If he went too quickly, this whole thing would be over too soon for anyone to enjoy it much.

"I don't know what to do, Abby. What kinds of stuff do straight women say when they're getting fucked?" Emily asked, looking up at Abby.

"Don't they call the man 'daddy' a lot or something? I think I heard that somewhere," said Abby.

"Oh yeah!" Emily exclaimed. "Fuck me real good daddy!"

Hank smacked his palm on his forehead, laughing. "It makes it very hard to concentrate when you two are goofing around."

The two women shared a laugh.

"Sorry Hank. Please continue!" Emily requested.

Hank regained his concentration, and began to push deeper into Emily's swollen pussy. He established a steady rhythm, slowly working his cock back and forth in Emily, his engorged head pressuring the sensitive walls of her vagina. His arousal built, and his cock grew even thicker as he fucked Emily deeper with each subsequent stroke. Hank took a solid hold of Emily's thick hips, anchoring her in place.

Emily could feel every inch of Hank's thick manhood as he worked himself in and out of her birth canal. His cock head especially generated sensitive pleasure deep within her, when he buried himself completely within her, stimulating her g-spot. She nestled her head in Abby's thighs, lovingly caught between her partner and their friend, letting Hank's motions lull her into a dream-like state of soft pleasure. She spread herself out even more, spreading her knees and arching her back, allowing maximum access to Hank's cock, spearing in and out of her.

Abby was greatly intrigued by this unusual sight, watching her lover be plowed by a man. It was undeniably erotic, even if not actually arousing to her, seeing Hank's rigid dick fill Emily's pussy. She studied Hank's face, the intense look of pleasure, the concentration, and care he took as he fucked his friend.

Hank was reaching his limit. The sensation of Emily's warm, swollen sex wrapped around his cock, the sight of her spread out below him, and Abby's intrigued glare had finally all proved too much to resist. He felt his orgasm build, a tightness forming in his pelvis, and softly at first, but increasing in tenor, cried out as his cock began to unleash a torrent of cum deep within Emily's pregnant body.