Tom & Sue & John & Debbie Ch. 20

"John sped up his rhythmic come hither up and down motions, slamming his finger pads against my G-spot harder and harder and harder until he quickly removed his fingers, and more or less gave me a commanded and said, 'Let go Sis, push out, you're going to squirt' while continuing to vigorously rub my clit with his thumb using side to side and circular strokes.

"Suddenly I felt this unfamiliar sensation, intensifying like a rush or a surge and this overwhelming desire to push from my pelvic. I arched my back and when I pushed, I screamed out in ecstasy feeling myself literally squirting like a fountain for the first time in my life—drenching my bikini panties and cheerleader spankies, like they'd been washed without the spin cycle of the washer being turned on!

"I was exhausted lying motionless on the bed. My legs and feet felt like jelly. My thighs were quivering and shaking so badly I couldn't stand, let alone walk. My entire body continued to tremble like aftershocks of a massive earthquake. I was light headed not only from the margaritas, but at the time, from the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced."

I interrupted Mary Ann, "I know exactly how you felt. I felt the same way the night that it happened when Tom and John fingered me. John had this magic about the way he used his middle and index fingers. I had never squirted when Tom just used his fingers, but when he added his tongue, well that was a whole different story!

"However, there is a skeleton hidden in my closet that I've only told Sis about, and I made her pinky swear never to repeat it to anyone. There was this one certain guy that I cared a lot about, actually I loved him, but not in a romantic way, who made me squirt by just using his fingers. The night it happened we were both boozed up for the first time in our lives, lost control of our better judgments, and it just happened. But that's another story, and it happened long before John used his fingers that night."

Mary Ann had a puzzled look on her face and asked, "Tom and John fingered you? I mean...together...in a Devil's threesome? I guess I misunderstood Debbie, but the night of your one night stand with John, I assumed it was just the two of you alone in the apartment, and after several rounds of booze, the booze overtook your better judgment, and you grudged fucked John to get even with Tom while he was working the graveyard shift."

I sighed and then replied, "No, that's not the way it happened. But without getting into too much detail, you know all the nitty gritty, I'll clue you in just a bit about how it all came down.

"It was our last night in the City, August 22nd to be exact, and tomorrow John would be leaving for the final Olympic training sessions in Colorado Springs. Tom would be leaving for State's early season football practice, and I'd be going home to Dragon for a week before I had to report for pre-season basketball practice, physicals, freshman orientation, and enrollment.

"The night that it all happened I was horny, frustrated, and, well, I needed to be fucked in the worst way. Tom and I hadn't made love in forty-two days, if fact, the last time we made love was on July 11th, which was a week after he'd fucked Sally, and since then he hadn't even kissed me, caressed me, or held me tight in his arms, all that much either. And after he fucked Debbie he rejected my advances night after night until I couldn't take it any longer.

"I got off work at six o'clock and drove straight to the apartment. Once inside I kicked off my flats, looked at Tom and John sitting at the kitchen table drinking Jack and Coke, and even though I wasn't a hooch hound, during the summer between partying with Angie and then when John, Debbie, Tom, and I were out partying, well, I'd become somewhat of a casual drinker.

"I looked John straight in the eyes and said, 'John, make me a double! Its not only been a long hard week having to work twenty-eight hours of overtime, but a stressful past forty-two days', and I went into me and Tom's bedroom to change into something more comfortable. I re-entered the kitchen, barefoot, braless, panty-less, dressed in a pair of loose fitting gym shorts, and a low cut sleeveless Tee.

"I joined Tom and John at the kitchen table, and after several heated quarrels with Tom, I gulped down a second, third, and then a fourth double. The doubles were beginning to take effect. I was losing control of my better judgment, well on my way to being tipsy for the second time in my life, and I don't know why I did it, but I invited the two of them to join me on the sofa.

"I gulped down my fifth double and nestled between them on the sofa. Tom was on my left, John on my right, and the two of them wasted no time in greedily kissing my neck, earlobes, collarbone, stroking my thighs, cupping, and squeezing my twin girls above my sleeveless Tee.

"The mere touch of them stroking my thighs, squeezing my breasts, and kissing my neck was sending shivers and goosebumps all over my body. The foreplay was getting hotter, I was getting hornier by the minute, and I boldly told John, 'I still belong to Tom, and even though we're going through some rough times...it's nothing we can't work out. So, tonight if Tom says STOP it's all over John—understand?'

"I looked into Tom's eyes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and it was like our lips were magnetized, naturally attracting to each other like another force of nature. Moments later we locked lips with our first French kiss in forty-two long lonely days.

"I was running my fingers through Tom's dark brown hair. Tom was massaging my left breast under my sleeveless Tee, and as we pressed our lips hard against each other's, we opened our mouths, and swirled our tongues in a circular motion around each other's mouth like we were licking a Popsicle. There was that old familiar tingly, butter-files-in-stomach kind of feeling as we were running our tongues along the roof of each other's mouth for couple minutes before finally nibbling, and sucking on each other's lower lip, before taking a breather from our first French kiss in forty-two days!

"All the while Tom and I were engaged in our passionate French kiss, John was busy as a beaver massaging my right twin girl under my Tee, kissing my neck, earlobe, and collarbone. My nipples were starting to tingle, my wetness was snowballing, and my pussy's horny musky smell grew even thicker in the air.

"I looked first at Tom and then John, smiled a sexy smile, and said, 'I need my nipples sucked' and moments later I slipped off my Tee, and pitched it on the floor.

"Tom and I were once again engaged in a sexy passionate French kiss while John was getting his first taste of my 34D's.

"John started licking and kissing the outer edge of my right breast, slowly working his tongue toward my nipple—rolling his tongue all around my breast and licking my 'dark spot' while his hand was rubbing my inner right thigh moving ever so slowing up my thigh toward my pussy.

"The scent of my arousal grew even stronger. My breasts were swelling and throbbing. My 'dark spot' darkened. My nipples harden like pebbles, and within the blink of an eye, John was licking my nipple in a circular motion, only milliseconds before he wrapped his lips around my nipple.

"John immediately went to work sucking on my nipple with gentle in and out rhythmic movements. I guess it was about a minute or so later that he gradually picked up the pace, and started sucking my nipple harder and faster—sending electrical sensations straight to my clit.

"Tom continued kissing me passionately, and as he gently squeezed my left boob, I felt John's hand slip inside my gym shorts.

"Moments later John was sliding his hand over my groin causing my muscles to tightened around my pussy. My arms and legs were quivering, my pussy was lubricating like Niagara Falls, and I unconsciously spread eagled my legs inviting John's fingers to move slowly up and down my slit as he flipped and sucked on my right nipple.

"Tom quit kissing me and turned his attention to his favorite twin girl—my left breast. Tom was rolling his tongue all around my breast, in my cleavage, over my dark spot, flipping my nipple, and then gently sucking my nipple like a vacuum, while rubbing my left thigh. Moments later Tom slipped his hand inside my shorts and slowly worked his fingers up my groin toward my clit.

"My breathing was short gasping breaths, I twisted and squirmed as John gently massaged my pussy lips, moving his fingers up and down my slit, slipping them inside my pussy's lips while Tom moved his fingers all around my clit and over my pubic mound.

"I moaned a deep sigh, 'OOH...uh...OOOH' at the feel good sensations when John slowly slid his middle and index fingers into pussy's honey-hole, gliding them in and out knuckle deep, switching from in and out motions to up and down motions, teasing my inner walls with the pads of his fingers until he found the bean-shaped, ribbed, textured area he was looking for—my G-spot.

"Once John found my G-spot, he curled his fingers in a beckoning motion, and gently moved them back and forth, pressing his finger pads against my G-spot with hard rhythmic taps.

"Tom meanwhile was massaging my clit with the tips of his middle and index fingers—mixing it up between circular and up and down motions— sending my pussy into a frenzy!

"I cried out, 'OH GAWD...DON'T STOP!'

"The multiple sensations were driving me insane!

I was thrashing side to side, and when I spread my legs wider, John's fingers stimulated my G-spot in that come hither motion, like he was trying to tap my belly button from the inside!

"Tom kept working his middle and index fingers in a fast steady rhythm, teasing my clit with up and downies and swirling circles. Electrical shock waves, one after the other, were building up inside my body like Hurricane Camille's tide ripping through the Gulf of Mexico before smashing against the Mississippi shores.

"I mumbled, 'Oh God, I feel like I'm going to pee' and tried to move my legs closer together, but John and Tom both slipped their knees over mine, and pulled my legs further apart.

"John shouted, 'Bud, Susie going to squirt! Her G-spot feels like a hot air balloon ready to burst, don't let up Bud, keep working her clitty'. John slammed his fingers harder and harder, pressing them upward against my G-spot like Tom's cock had done a thousand times before.

"I could barely breathe. My heart was pounding, my legs twitched nervously against the sofa, my toes curled tightly against the shag carpet, my stomach muscles tightened, my insides felt like a rubber band pulled tighter and tighter and I cried out, 'Oh God...I'm gonna cum... I'm cumming...OHH' followed by a quick, gasping release as my pussy squirted a drenching spray of my liquid clear odorless juices, all over John's fingers and hand, soaking my gym shorts, and the sofa beneath me until all the intense tension washed away—leaving me feeling as if I went over Niagara Falls then drifted off into calm waters.

"And, while it was so intense that I nearly blacked out, it was just a walk in the park compared to the first time I squirted solely from finger play! "

Mary Ann laughed, "I guess we've got a lot more in common than I thought! I mean, both of us getting boozed up, fingered until we squirted, and almost passing out from the intensity! Just curious, you don't have to tell me, but who was the other guy in your life that made you squirt from finger play? I mean if it wasn't Tom or John, you must have had at least some strong deep intimate feelings for him—right?"

I answered Mary Ann, "Well...yes I did and still do, but the love of my life was always Tom, that is, until he gave John the green light to fuck me to rid himself of the guilt he harbored deep inside for cheating on me first with Sally and then with Debbie. Sure we were going through some rough times because he cheated on me, but we could have worked them out.

"The night it happened, he could have stopped it all, but he chose not to, instead he gave John the green light to fuck me—something I never wanted to happen, and in my wildest dreams I never thought Tom would let it happen. And then to top it off, he joined in, and the two of them took turns and fucked me like I was nothing more than a good piece of ass for the night...someone they'd picked up at the Corral Dancehall, Bar & Grill down on 75th Street out by the stockyards.

"It was after Tom and John had fingered me that I remember John saying,'Bud Susie's primed, hotter than a pistol, we need to get her on the floor, and fuck her pronto!'

"Tom replied, 'Get one of the cushions off the sofa and put it on the floor.' John grabbed a cushion from the sofa, and laid it on the apartment's shag carpet.

"I was too wobbly to even stand. My legs felt like jelly, the five doubles had not only effected my better judgment, but also my balance, and my first squirting orgasm in forty-two days had left me somewhat lightheaded and dizzy. Tom held me in his arms, and as we gazed into each other's eyes I whispered 'I love you', and we kissed a sexy passionate kiss while he was maneuvering me into position on the floor.

"Once I was in position on the apartment's shag carpet, Tom placed the cushion beneath my head, and just before he kissed me, John said, 'Bud pull Susie's gym shorts off, she's all primed up, and ready to be fucked. One of us needs to fuck her!'

"The doubles had my head spinning, and at that moment I really didn't pay any attention to what John had said, but when Tom put his hands on my gym shorts, out of habit I raised my hips, and allowed him to effortlessly pull my gym shorts off. Afterwards, he pitched them over his shoulder toward the sofa, and stripped down to his birthday suit."

"Once Tom was stripped off and was positioned between my legs, John said, 'Bud, I'll get primed up while you fuck her. After you've busted a load, it'll be my turn to cure this itch, and get a taste of Susie's prime piece of meat.'

"It now dawned on me what John had said and I mumbled, 'No...no...only Tom.'

"Tom quickly said, 'Hold your horses Bud!'

"And at this point, I thought Tom was finally going to tell John to STOP, and this would all be over before it went any further, and it'd just be Tom and me making love to each other for the first time in forty-two long days. But that's not what happened.

"Tom answered John, 'Bud, we've got the rest of the night to fuck her. I haven't given my future bride any Saint Bernard licks or rat-a-tat-tats in over a month or so, and before we fuck her, I want to prime her up a bit more with some good slow Saint Bernard licks and rat-a-tat-tats, and after I'm finished, we'll take turns...and fuck her for the rest of the night.'

"I remember mumbling once again, 'No Tom...No...I don't want...' moments before Tom locked lips with me to avoid any further verbal protest.

"Tom and I were making out with some serious tongue action, and it wasn't five minutes later, well maybe just a bit more, that Tom had worked his way southward. I had my legs wrapped tightly around his neck. My ankles were crossed, and as I was twirling my fingers through his dark brown hair, I looked down at his gorgeous face buried in my pussy.

"The silky smooth sensation of his slippery tongue, licking my pussy for the first time in forty-two days, had turned me to the point when I wasn't clutching the shag carpet, grabbing the back of his head, holding it down, moving my hips in the same rhythm that he was moving his tongue, and rubbing my pussy all over his face—like I was trying to suffocate him.

"I guess after another five, seven minutes or so those slow tantalizing Saint Bernard licks had me wiggling and squirming all over the shag carpet. Tom just wasn't licking my clit, but was making out with my whole pussy—feasting on it like it was a sweet apple dumpling—eating me out like he'd never done before!

"I was really into it, and Tom knew it too, so he put his middle and index fingers to work, rhythmically tapping his finger pads against my G-spot. Milliseconds later, he started his famous rat-a-tat-tats with his tongue, locked his lips around my clit, and sucked on it gently at first before picking up the pace in harmony with his rat-a-tat-tats, and tapping fingers.

"I screamed out, 'OH GAWD...OMFG...DON'T STOP TOM...DON'T STOP TOM...I'M GOING TO CUM!'

"I grabbed two handfuls of his hair, pulled his head down, squeezed my thighs together, and in nothing flat, I squirted a second time—filling Tom's mouth full of my juices.

"I was lying motionless on the shag carpet, gasping for air, my breasts were spasmodically rising and falling, and I mumbled in Tom's direction, 'Fuck me...fuck me now.'

"During the time Tom was eating me out, John had ditched his muscle shirt, gym shorts, boxers, and was now standing bare skinned, fully aroused, and more than eager to cure a lustful itch that had dwelled deep inside him since that Sunday morning after Thanksgiving. Not to mention that little episode prom night when we were skinny dipping!

"John smiled down at me, and with a devilish smile, boldly told Tom, 'BUD, SUSIE'S HOT, ALL PREPPED UP, AND READY TO BE FUCKED! SHE'S BEGGING FOR ONE OF US TO FUCK HER! WE NEED TO QUIT SCREWING AROUND AND START FUCKING HER! Bud, it'll be your call since Susie's your gal— who gets the pleasure of cutting Susie's prime piece meat for the first time tonight— me or you?'

"I mumbled between shallow gasping breaths, 'Tom...Tom...I only want Tom...only Tom...no one else', and all Tom had to do was say the magic word STOP to John, and it'd all been over, but instead of holding me tight in his arms, and making love to me like he always did after he ate me out, the words Tom spit out of his mouth still linger in my mind like a ghost in a haunted house— 'Go ahead Bud, you can be the first to cut Susie's meat tonight. After you finish, it'll be my turn to cut her meat, and then we'll take turns fucking her until all this guilt has been washed away, and you have to leave to catch your plane to Colorado Springs tomorrow evening.' Tom then rose up and stepped aside.

"I couldn't believe my ears and thought to myself,"Is this what has become of the love we once shared for each other? Had I just become another piece of meat, a good piece of ass, to the guy I loved with all my heart? If he still loved me, like he once did, why would he share me with John? Why would he cheat on me first with my adopted Big Sis, Sally, and then with BFF? Did his love for me fade away in the sunset after he fucked Debbie?"

"I glanced toward Tom, and said,'Is this what you really want? Do you really want John to fuck me? Please Tom, I don't want this to happen...I only want you.'

"Tom never answered me, never said the magic word 'STOP', but looked me in the eyes, and said, 'GO AHEAD BUD...FUCK HER.'

"Sure I was feeling the full effects of the five doubles, turned on to the point of no return, hornier than I'd ever been in the past forty-two days, and I really can't explain why I did it, but since Tom offered me to John on a silver platter, I reluctantly spread my legs, and John took Tom's place between them.

"John looked in Tom's direction and said, 'Atta girl Susie...cheat on Bud like he did you! Take a good look Bud, your guilt is only seconds away from being wiped out of your memory.'

"Moments later I glanced toward Tom, and with tears welling in my eyes I felt the wide mushroom head of his best friend's seven-and-a-half by six inch cock pressing against my pussy's outer lips.

"There was little resistance at first, but my lips surrendered, and a split second later I felt the increase in diameter as John pushed his wide mushroom head through my opening.

"I let out a series of soft moans, 'OH...OOH...OOH' at the initial pain of having my ladybox stretched-out for the first time in forty-two days!