Collaboration 2

Collaboration 2

© Copyright 1999 by silli_artie@hotmail.com

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A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then again, if all you’re looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably read something else. I welcome constructive comments. Enjoy.

Shelly led me by the hand to my car. I got in on the passenger side. Shelly got in and buckled up. I turned to her and opened my mouth, I think to object, and she pulled me to her and we kissed passionately. That shut me up for a while.

Shelly drove us, following Gloria to a spacious house in the hills. I was still in a daze when she led me out of the car and through the garage into the house. The three of us stood at the foot of a flight of stairs.

Gloria spoke. "I’m going up to shower and get ready. You may start our dinner. Bring him up when I call. You may tease him, but nothing more.”

Shelly said, "Yes, Mistress.”

Gloria gave us both lusty looks, then walked up the stairs.

Shelly took me into a nice kitchen. She got a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator, and three glasses. She handed me the corkscrew. "Open it for us and pour?”

That seemed to bring me back to the world a little. I smiled and opened the wine, pouring three glasses. I wanted to ask her about this "mistress" stuff. She picked up one of the wine glasses and said, "I’ll be right back." She walked out of the kitchen and I thought I heard her going up the stairs.

She returned with a smile and I handed a glass to her. We drank a toast. She took my glass from me and set hers down. Then she pressed me against the wall, kissing me softly with her whole body. She kissed me and pressed against me until I could barely hold on to her.

She stepped back suddenly and I had to hold on now, to keep from falling. She held me and said softly, "Do I make you dizzy?”

“Oh yes," I panted.

“Good," she said, kissing me on the head and leading me to a kitchen chair.

I sipped some wine as I watched her prepare a green salad, then start on some other dishes. It looked like pasta with some sauce and some vegetables.

At one point she looked at me and said, "Go wash up! Use the bathroom down the hall.”

I went and did as I was told, actually glad to use the bathroom. The cold water on my face helped. What was going on? First this morning with Shelly in her little apartment, and then Gloria, on the floor of her office? What was happening to me? What was this "mistress" stuff Shelly kept saying? Then I thought about the times she’d stayed up here for the night -- I’d never signed off on any hotel bills. Had she and Gloria been ...? I sighed; they must have been. Then I laughed; Shelly had told me she was going to have me. I looked at myself in the mirror. I don’t know what’s going on, I told myself, but I’m going to enjoy it as much as I can. You want me; you got me.

I returned to the kitchen and stepped behind Shelly as she worked at the counter, putting my arms around her waist and leaning into her softness. She sighed and put down her utensils, then turned and held me to her. She looked into my eyes and said, "She said I could tease you....”

She led me back to a kitchen chair, a wooden chair without arms. I sat down and she peeled off her top. She sat in my lap, wrapping her legs around me and the back of the chair, and held me to her. She squeezed me with her legs, rocking against me, and moving me from nipple to nipple. Finally in self-defense I got a hand down her front and into her panties. She gasped and moved her hips back to give me better access to her.

She was hot and wet. Although the angle was awkward, I did my best to help her along, and from the noise she made, it was good enough. She held me to her, squeezing my head, as she rocked her hips wildly to help my fingers along.

After a long cry and a deep shudder, she pulled my head up and we kissed. She was breathing deep through her nose as we kissed hungrily. I put my hands on her hips, mainly to keep her from grinding into me.

I thought I heard something, but I wasn’t sure. Shelly evidently heard it, though. She pulled away from me, standing up and grabbing her top. She straightened herself out again, then pulled me to my feet for a strong hug. "It’s time to go upstairs," she said with a sigh.

I didn’t know what to expect as she led me upstairs by the hand. We stopped outside double doors, and she knocked. I heard Gloria say, "Enter," and a tingle ran through me, my heart beating fast.

Shelly opened one of the doors and led us inside to the master bedroom. The room had high exposed cathedral ceilings, and a large bed. Gloria was sitting on one edge of the bed, wearing what looked to be a thin silk robe. She was smiling. Her perfume reached me and I took a deep breath. Then I realized it was the same perfume I’d enjoyed so much recently on Shelly. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I was going to enjoy it.

Then Gloria frowned at us. My heart beat faster.

She spoke softly, but it was evident who was in control here. "I asked you to bring him to me clothed.”

Shelly said, "Yes, Mistress." Then she hung her head.

Then Gloria said, "But are you allowed to wear clothes in this room?”

Shelly said softly, "No, Mistress. I’m sorry.”

“Well?”

Shelly quickly took off her clothes, then knelt down, her head on the floor.

I looked at Gloria. She smiled, then said, "Get up, my sweet. You are forgiven.”

Shelly stood quickly, smiling. She gave me a look of pure lust. Her body was magnificent. Then she turned to Gloria.

“Thank you, Mistress. May I stay and watch?" Shelly asked.

Gloria smiled but shook her head. "No, not this time my sweet. But you may undress him for me, over here." Gloria pointed a chair few feet away from her.

Shelly led me to the indicated spot and gave me another lust filed look. I loved the way her body moved as she walked, the movement of her hips, the jiggle of her breasts. She put both hands on my shirt, and would have ripped it off, but Gloria said, "Stop! Slowly, lovingly, as you would undress me. Start with his shoes; sit down please Tony.”

I sat down. Shelly gave me more of a meek smile. She kissed my forehead, brushing me with her breasts, then bent down to my feet, sliding her breasts down my legs. The view and the feeling were spectacular.

She untied my shoes, and lifted my right foot slightly. She slid off the shoe, then the sock. She caressed my foot with her hands, and kissed it. She put that foot down and did the same with my left foot, moving my toes gently, and kissing the top of my foot.

Gloria said softly, "Very good, now his shirt.”

Shelly sat back on her legs, and slid her hands up my legs to my hips, pressing her breasts into my legs again. She looked into my eyes and said, "Move forward a little," as she pulled gently on my hips, moving me closer to the edge of the chair.

She raised up on her knees, pushing gently between mine, reaching for my right wrist and unbuttoning the right cuff of my shirt sleeve. She held my right hand in hers, brought it to her lips, and kissed it gently. Then she took my hand and pressed it gently to her left breast. I felt her quiver under my touch, and saw the excitement flush through her, just as I felt it go through me.

She rested my hand on my thigh and took my left hand, unbuttoning the shirt cuff. She kissed my left hand, and then picked up my right and placed both hands on her breasts, holding me to her gently. She sighed and quivered, her eyes closing and her head dipping back as she helped me caress her.

My heart was pounding; I could smell her arousal. I was centered on her; I wanted her.

Gloria’s voice saying softly, "Good," snapped us back to a different reality.

Shelly slid my hands down her breasts; I rolled her nipples between my fingers as she did, eliciting a wonderful moan, but she continued, taking my hands back to my thighs.

With a smile she undid the buttons on my shirt. She put her hands near the collar, and slipping her fingers in against my skin, and slowly started sliding it back and off my shoulders. It was my turn; I moaned, my eyes closed, and my head fell back. She brushed my shirt back from my chest, and down off my shoulders, running her fingertips across my skin. She slid the shirt down my arms, leaning me back against the back of the chair.

I felt the electricity of her warm breasts pressing into me as she reached behind me with her hands and pulled the shirt tail out of my trousers. Then I felt her hot breath on my chest, and her lips on my left nipple. She sucked, tongued, and then gently took my nipple between her teeth. I gasped and tried to put my arms around her, only to find that her arms were holding mine in place behind me. She teased my nipple as I moaned, squeezing herself to me, then moved to my right nipple and did the same, biting a little harder.

Then my shirt was pulled off and she was sitting back again, giving me a lusty smile as I raised my head and opened my eyes.

Gloria gave a low laugh and said, "Very good, my pet -- now his pants.”

Shelly put her hands under my hips and said, "Stand up.”

I stood, but put my hands on her shoulders to steady myself as she rose again onto her knees.

I looked over her to Gloria, sitting on the bed still. I could see her erect nipples under her robe. I thought I could see a darker patch of her robe where it pulled between her legs. I looked into her eyes. She whispered, "Soon..." with a smile.

My attention was snapped back to the sensation of hands undoing my belt, pressing against the large bulge in the front of my trousers. As she undid my belt and the top button, my cock sprang up from its imprisonment, sticking up above the waistband of my underwear.

“Ooh!" Shelly cooed, quickly dropping my pants, then slipping her hands inside my jockey shorts and slipping them off as she took me into her mouth.

I gasped and held on to her shoulders.

“Just tease him, my pet," reminded Gloria from the bed.

With almost a whimper Shelly stopped her sucking. I looked down to see her smile at me, then press her breasts into me and squeeze me to her, riding me between her breasts.

“That’s enough, I think," suggested Gloria with a laugh.

Shelly pushed me back to sitting in the chair, and slipped my pants and underwear off my legs. When I managed to focus, I could see she was pouting.

“Come here, my pet," Gloria said.

Shelly quickly turned on her knees to Gloria. Gloria said, "Stand up, my pet," and motioned to her side.

Shelly stood near Gloria, still pouting; Gloria looked to be on the edge of laughing. Holding Shelly’s eyes in hers, she slid a hand into Shelly’s mound as she said, "You want him, don’t you my pet?”

Shelly moaned as Gloria’s fingers touched her. She opened her legs a little, and I thought I saw at least one of Gloria’s fingers slip inside as Shelly moaned again, saying, "Yes, Mistress.”

Gloria was now sliding fingers in and out of Shelly and rubbing her with her thumb. Shelly’s hips started moving as Gloria repeated, "You want him; you want him.”

Shelly gasped, "O yes, mistress!”

Gloria smiled as she looked up into Shelly’s face. Shelly’s eyes were closed, her head tipped back a bit, her body trembling.

“Would you like to come for me, my pet?" Gloria asked, still fingering her.

“O yes, Mistress! Please!" Shelly gasped.

Gloria intensified her motion and raised her other hand to Shelly’s left breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers. "Then come for me, my pet. Please come for me.”

Shelly moaned, almost squeaking, and her whole body shook.

“That’s good, my pet. Come for me," Gloria whispered.

Shelly almost fell, but then her legs strengthened. Gloria moved her hands to Shelly’s hips, holding and steadying her. After a few moments, Shelly opened her eyes.

“Will that keep you for a while?" Gloria asked Shelly with a smile.

Shelly shuddered and replied softly, "Yes, Mistress. Thank you.”

Gloria squeezed her hips, wiggling her a little. "Go see to our dinner then, my pet.”

Shelly bowed her head a little and turned, walking to the door.

When the door closed behind her, I turned to look at Gloria again. I couldn’t believe how hot and hard I was.

She said simply, "Stand up.”

I stood up, showing Tony the Pony in all his raging glory.

Gloria gave me a low chuckle and said "Doctor Anthony William Winsor, I am indeed impressed.”

I said softly, "Thank you, Mistress.”

She stood, towering over me, pulling me to her, to the softness of her silk robe, and to the softness and warmth underneath. I put my arms around her.

She pulled me with her to the bed, pulling me with her to the middle. Her robe slipped open and I latched on to a nipple. She held me to her and laughed, running her hands over me. I twisted away as she reached for my cock.

She let go of my head and I moved down between her legs. Her scent was so intense, so erotic. I could feel the heat radiating from her as I dived in. Her thighs were so strong squeezing me, holding me in place. Her bottom and hips felt so cool. I was in my dreams as I sucked and licked her, holding on as she thrashed on the bed, her moaning muffled by her thighs.

She came, squeezing the fingers I’d slid into her, and I kept going. Her hips were rocking, encouraging me on. Then her thighs flew apart and I felt her hands on me.

“In me Tony, please," she panted.

I moved up on all fours and started myself into her folds. She opened her thighs more, and I started pushing in. She was tight, and soon her hands were on my hips pulling me in. With a few strokes I was in, and filling her. I could feel myself pushing against her cervix.

“Oh God, you feel so good," she moaned.

She pulled her legs up and I held on to them. I pulled my knees forward. She held me with her legs and with her hands. I felt as if I was part of a massive machine. I held on and did what I could to push deeper into her. I heard her cry start to build again, and felt it building in me.

“Oh, Gloria..." I moaned.

I reached for her nipples, but couldn’t get them. I got my hands on her waist and squeezed as she continued to shake me, moving me in and out.

“Yes, Tony! Oh yes!" she cried.

I turned my head and planted my mouth on her thigh, kissing, sucking, almost biting her as I came. She kept moving me until she stopped spasming, opening her legs and letting me fall on to her.

Her skin was hot yet cool, the sweat from our exertion cooling us quickly. I found a nipple again and was lost on a perfumed breast. I held her and she held me.

After a bit she started rolling to her side, pressing on top of me, engulfing me in her body. I moaned and hung on, sucking more.

“Do you like that?" she asked, holding my head to her.

I could only moan in response.

She rolled gently back and forth on and off me, laughing softly as I moaned, finally coming to rest covering my body with hers. I held on, reveling in the feeling of her surrounding me.

I don’t know if I went to sleep, passed out, or what. I woke up on my back, feeling engulfed in cool skin again, feeling delicious weight on my legs and middle. I looked down to see Gloria riding her breasts on my cock, riding me back to life.

“Would you like to come like this?" she asked, looking me in the eye.

She pressed a little more; I felt myself spring up between her breasts. I moaned and closed my eyes, my head going back and my back arching.

The weight eased up and I felt her moving up the bed. Then something was pushed under me; a hard cushion of some kind. I could feel her thighs straddling me, and a hand on my cock. I opened my eyes to see her looming over me. I moved my head to the side for a nipple as she guided me into her again.

I remembered Shelly working to take me in, had that been earlier the same day? Gloria started me in, and eased down in one smooth delicious stroke. I felt her rearrange the cushion under me, then felt more of her weight as I was pressed deep into her, once again poking up against the mouth of her womb.

She sighed and started rotating her hips, sweeping me around inside her, and said softly, "Tony, is that too much? Am I too heavy on you?”

I pulled away from her breast to gasp, "No, no, it’s incredible.”

I was about to say something else when she pulled me to her other nipple. I held on and let her do the work. She swirled and rocked, pressing down and around, moaning all the time, and I held on. About the only thing I could to was to pull my hips up, and damn that felt good to me, and seemed to have an effect on her as well.

I felt her breathing change, and her cries, and then felt a hand reach around to my balls. I tucked into her more as she swirled me around deep inside her, and I came. That first pulse seemed to come up from my toes, and set her off. I really had to hold on as she shook and rocked on top of me.

She rolled to her side and her back, pulling me and the cushion along with her, wrapping her legs around both and holding me in tight. I propped myself up weakly, looking at her.

She looked at me and laughed, then closed her eyes, let her head drop back, and squeezed me in with her legs again. "God, I love you inside me!" she moaned.

I lowered myself back down and faded again. What a day.

We separated with a slurp and sat up.

She looked at me, nostrils flaring. "God that was good!" Then she continued, softer, "Was I too rough?”

I moved over to her, leaning forward and resting my head between her breasts.

“No, no. I’ll let you know if you are... Mistress.”

She picked me up in her arms and kissed me, holding me to her. I let my legs go around her waist. She moved me back to between her breasts and hugged me. "Tony, don’t call me mistress. To you, I’m Gloria. Got that?”

I sighed. "But what if I want to call you mistress?”

She laughed and rocked me in her arms. "Then call me Gloria instead. Especially around Shelly. Please?”

I sighed. "Whatever you want ... Gloria. I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m determined to enjoy it.”

She laughed. "Good for you. Right now Gloria wants another shower. Come on.”

She had a bathroom and a shower befitting her size. We showered together; I think I enjoyed it the most, always bumping into her breasts. I also got down and went between her legs, at first helping wash her, then getting a couple of fingers inside her, and then a couple of fingers on the outside, then my mouth.... The acoustics in that shower were something.

When we got out, she dried me off. I helped her with powder, getting carried away a little, and she put some on me, getting quite carried away.

“Tony, I had no idea..." she said with a laugh as she powdered my privates, getting my attention again.

I started to put my clothes on again, but she stopped me. She went to the closet, and got out another silk robe, a smaller one. It fit me fairly well. I must have given her an inquisitive look, for she said, "Shelly picked this out for you last week. She runs errands in San Francisco for me some times.”

I nodded; it was a plot. As Gloria tied the belt loosely around my waist, she slipped a hand in and fondled me, with the expected result poking his way out of the robe.

Gloria went down on her knees and quickly took me into her mouth, putting her arms around me. She sucked me with abandon for a few moments, then sat back.

“Oh, I want to throw you on the bed and rape you!" she told me.

I looked at her and said, "Again?”

Her expression started to change, and I held her to me, my cock going between those luscious breasts again, and said, "And please do it again, it was incredible.”

She squeezed me, and as I gasped and moaned she laughed and said, "Oh we will.”

We went down to the living room. A fire was going in the fireplace. I sat next to Gloria on the couch, leaning against her. Shelly came in, wearing a similar oriental style robe, and gave us each a glass of wine.

“When would you like dinner, Mistress?" Shelly asked.

Gloria smiled and took a sip of wine. Then she answered, "When it’s convenient, my pet.”

Shelly smiled. "Half an hour then?”

Gloria nodded. "That will be fine.”

Shelly walked back to the kitchen. I had some wine, leaning against Gloria. She put an arm around me.

“A penny for your thoughts, Doctor Winsor," she said.

I sighed, putting my glass on the end table and nestling into her. "Gloria, I don’t know what’s happening. You’ve got me enchanted. There’s something about losing myself in you, being engulfed by you, filling you." I sighed. So did she.

We started kissing. I was practically in her lap; she leaned back on the couch, and I was between the back of the couch and her. She ran her hands over me, and I ran mine over her, eventually focusing on her nipples. They were so large, so firm, and she responded so nicely to attention to them.

She opened her robe and slid me to a nipple, holding me to her, stroking my cock with her other hand. I didn’t know how much of that I could take, but I was willing to find out.

Then I heard her say, "Why don’t you suck him off, my pet, while I hold him.”

As I tried to move, only to be held in place, I heard Shelly say enthusiastically, "Yes, Mistress!”

We moved on the couch some, Gloria holding my head to her. I felt hands on my legs, lifting my robe, and then those hands and that mouth on me. I moaned and quivered. Gloria held me with both arms, one behind my head, the other around me, and said, "Enjoy it, Tony.”

I most certainly did. When I came it felt as if I’d been hit by a lightning bolt, shooting through me and leaving me limp. Even though she’d only taken me partially into her mouth, she sucked me until there wasn’t anything left.

I heard two women laughing softly, and felt myself being lifted up to sitting, and then standing.

I opened my eyes.

“Dinner, Doctor Winsor?" Gloria asked.

I smiled. "That would be wonderful.”

We went into the dining room to a nicely set table, complete with cloth napkins, flowers, and candles. Dinner was very nice, served by Shelly, and our conversation was totally weird; we talked shop. We talked about the project, about details, about schedules, about presentations, even though each time Shelly served us she would hold me to a nipple, or kiss me, and each time she served Gloria, she would kiss her, or suck on one of her nipples. It was totally weird. My head would go from business to spinning and back to business again.

As our very leisurely dinner drew to a close, Gloria looked at me and asked, "Coffee? Dessert?”

I looked at Shelly, then back to Gloria. I nodded my head, and with a smile said, "Shelly on her back in front of the fire -- with whipped cream.”

Shelly let out a gasp and Gloria laughed.

Gloria said, "I think we had something else prepared, but that does sound good. How does it sound to you, my pet?" She looked at Shelly.

Shelly looked at me and growled,"Delicious.”

Gloria stood; Shelly and I did as well. Gloria said, "Clear the table, my pet, but leave the dishes for later. Then go to the bathroom and clean up, and join us.”

Shelly gave me a side glance of lust, then bowed to Gloria and said, "Yes, Mistress.”

Gloria led me back to the living room.

“Actually, I could use to visit the bathroom as well," I told her.

She smiled and held me to her. "What do you want to do with Shelly?”

I held on and answered, "Eat her until she screams.”

She gave me her low laugh. "And after that?”

I sighed. "I don’t know. I don’t know how much I have left in me for one day.”

She hugged me and laughed a little more. "We’ll worry about that. You go downstairs, I’ll use the upstairs." She gave me one more squeeze and we parted.

After using the loo I put more wood on the fire. I sat on the floor in front of it getting warm; my feet were feeling a little cold.

I heard Gloria coming down the stairs. She was carrying some things with her. I recognized the cushion which had been under me, and another just like it. Each was about two feet wide, four long, and about a foot high, covered with cloth. It seemed to be a fairly dense foam. She set things down and joined me on the floor, sitting behind me, putting her legs and arms around me and pulling me to her.

“Gloria, I don’t have a clue as to what’s happening, but I’m determined to enjoy it," I told her again.

She hugged me and said softly, "That will work just fine, Doctor Winsor.”

Some time later Shelly appeared, looking fresh and lusty, carrying a pressurized can of whipped cream.

“Tony, what would you like?" Gloria asked me.

I put the two cushions end to end before the fire, then took off Shelly’s robe, slowly, kissing her all over as I did. She’d put on more perfume. Then I eased her down on the cushions, picked up the can, and started to shake it.

I was on my knees between her legs, but looking at those tight nipples of hers.... I moved to one side and flipped off the cap. Shelly had her head up, looking at me, and gasped as I started lowering the nozzle to her. Goose flesh covered her in anticipation of the cold whipped cream. I covered a nipple first, and she gasped when the cold whipped cream hit her skin. I heard Gloria laughing behind me.

I bent over to warm up the poor dear. She was delicious. She got a hand on my cock, but I removed it gently, sitting up for a moment and telling her, "Shelly, this is for you. Relax and enjoy.”

Once I’d cleaned up the whipped cream, I took off my robe and moved back between her legs, pulling her bottom a little over the edge of the cushion.

“This is going to be cold," I told her, shaking the can again. She said something like "Uh huh," and gripped the edge of the cushion with both hands. I spread her nether lips a bit with my fingers, then leaned down and kissed her. She moaned and wiggled appreciatively. Then I hit her with the whipped cream, applying a glob right in the middle. She shrieked and bucked her hips.

I quickly moved to warm her up, and in a few moments she seemed to have forgotten the cold. Her thighs closed around my head, and I set the can down and held her bottom. The height of the cushion was a big help; I was more or less up on my elbows.

The remnants of the whipped cream mixed with her own juices and the perfume she’d put on to make quite a tasty treat, and a noisy and energetic one as well.

After a while her legs started to loosen their grip on me, even with a finger teasing her from the inside. Then I felt the cushion move a little, and she tensed up and came again quickly. I looked up briefly to see Gloria devouring one of Shelly’s nipples, and returned to my dessert.

After more motion on the cushions and an orgasm that seemed to shake her from head to toe and leave her limp afterwards, I felt a hand on my head pushing me back gently.

I moved back and looked up. Gloria was sitting on the floor next to Shelly. Shelly was panting, her head and arms moving a bit, aimlessly.

Gloria gave me a satisfied smile and said, "I think we did it.”

I laughed a little and bent forward, kissing Shelly once more, eliciting a brief twitch and a soft moan.

“Which one of us tastes better?" Gloria asked.

I laughed as I sat back. "You don’t expect me to even try and answer that, do you?”

She laughed, then leaned over and kissed Shelly on the lips.

Gloria sat back with a smile.

I expected Shelly to be out for a while; I was wrong. She sat up, pulling her bottom on to the cushion, and shaking her head. Her eyes were slightly glassy, but filled with lust, as was her smile.

She reached forward for me, grasping my arms and growling, "It’s your turn.”

She put me on my back on the cushion, my legs over the sides. I raised my head to see what she was about to do, but Gloria intervened, pushing me to my back and holding me down with a nipple in my mouth.

I moaned as I felt hands on my cock, and nearly came unglued when I felt the shock of the cold whipped cream followed quickly by a warm mouth on me. With Gloria holding me down, there wasn’t a hell of a lot I could do, other than thrash around.

After a bit Gloria raised up and I heard her say, "My turn. You hold him down.”

Shelly moved off me, and then to my head with a laugh. She held me down in the same manner, and once again I got the shock of cold followed by a warm mouth.

I’d just about given up when Gloria stopped sucking on me. Soon Shelly raised up, leaving me panting on my back.

I heard Gloria ask, "Do you want him, my pet?”

Shelly responded with a growl, "Yes, Mistress.”

I felt hands on me again, and sort of raised my head and opened my eyes, trying to focus. I was hard as a rock, and had no idea how long I’d last. I saw Shelly guiding me into her. My God, had that been this morning? She was so hot, and so tight. She moaned as she eased herself down. I could feel her stretching once again. She had her knees a little forward of her hips, and her hands on my legs behind her, helping her ease down a little at a time, taking in a little more of me with each stroke.

She was making noise, somewhere between moaning and grunting as she moved. I felt myself hit her cervix, and wasn’t all the way in. She moaned and started rocking.

Up to this point Gloria had been sitting to the side. She stood up and stood behind Shelly. Then she put her hands on Shelly’s shoulders and pushed down. Both Shelly and I moaned. I could feel myself stretching her, and couldn’t imagine what Shelly was feeling. Gloria let up, but only momentarily. As Shelly rocked her hips again, Gloria pushed, a little harder. My eyes closed and my head snapped back. Shelly moaned, "Oh yes!”

After a few more times Gloria and Shelly found a rhythm. I could feel my orgasm building from my toes again, and moaned out, "Don’t stop!" Gloria started pushing harder, repeating, "Come for me, my pet," as Shelly moaned.

Once I started coming, I don’t know what happened. I don’t know who was making noise; I imagine I was helping. Eventually I realized Shelly was on top of me, kissing me. I did my best to reciprocate. I felt pressure on my hips and felt Shelly quiver; Gloria must be pushing on her again. Shelly moaned, and then I felt a hand on my balls and I moaned as well.

Shelly pushed herself up on her arms. I heard her moan weakly, "No," and I opened my eyes. Her eyes were closed, with sort of a pained look on her face. She sat up a little more, or Gloria helped her sit up. I could feel Gloria’s hand pushing down on her; it felt as if she was pushing on Shelly’s sternum, with her fingers touching me occasionally. Gloria moved a hand in front of Shelly, between her legs, and started kissing her neck.

Gloria was practically holding Shelly up, pushing and releasing, pushing and releasing, and fingering her. Shelly’s head was back, her eyes closed, and she was moaning, "No.... No...." but I could hear, see, and feel it building in her. Gloria kept going, and Shelly kept saying, "No," but soon her voice changed to just a moaning cry as her head fell back against Gloria. Shelly took a deep breath, seemed to hold it for a moment, then shuddered and went completely limp. If Gloria hadn’t been holding her she would have fallen over.

Gloria moved her off me with a slurp. One thing about Tony the Pony -- after I come, I don’t instantly shrink down -- it takes a while. Gloria’s attention had perked me back up again quite a bit. My meat felt cool and well used as I let my head go back on the cushion again. Out of self preservation I rolled to one side and on to all fours on the floor. Wow.

I felt a hand on my back. Gloria said, "Trying to get away?”

I laughed, weakly. "No, just trying to recover.”

I felt a hand reach between my legs again, and she asked, "Nothing left for me?”

“Let me rest, please." Then I thought for a moment. "How’s Shelly?”

I felt strong arms on my shoulders helping me move to sitting on the floor. Then I was hugged to Gloria again. She held me to her and rocked me. "She’s out cold," she said with a little laugh.

I laughed a little as well. "I think we’re both going to be sore in the morning.”

Gloria squeezed me. "I want to be sore as well," she growled.

I sighed. "I’m worn out." I laughed some. "It’s been quite a day.”

She gave me another squeeze. "I’ll say. Are you ready for bed?”

“If I can get up to bed, yes.”

“Would you like me to carry you?”

I sat up a bit. "You’ll need to carry Shelly. I can get our robes.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

I didn’t know how to answer; the tranquility I’d been filled with started being displaced by turbulence. She must have felt it.

“I’m going to carry you upstairs and put you in my bed. Then I’m going to bring Shelly up.”

She helped me stand, then picked me up and carried me upstairs. I held on and didn’t know whether to cry, laugh, or just let go and enjoy it. She put me down on the bed, flipped back the covers, helped me climb in, and said, "Don’t go away.”

I rolled to one side. What a day -- it was hard to think. The bed moved a bit a while later and I heard Shelly’s soft whimpering; I was almost asleep. I was in never-never land, thinking of nipples, and wondering how long it would take me to get to Shelly.

The bed moved again, more this time, and I felt strong cool hands turning me to my other side. As a hand helped me snuggle up close, I found a nipple, latched on, and went to sleep.

I woke up disoriented in the middle of the night. It took me a while to wake up enough to figure out where I was. I knew I was sore, and I knew I had to pee. I also knew what woke me. To say that Gloria snores is like saying Niagra falls. She produced a noise that would put my brother-in-law’s Harley Davidson motorcycle to shame. I laughed as I got out of bed.

I sat on the can and was rudely awakened by the feeling of cold porcelain on a favorite and now well-used portion of my anatomy -- one of the other problems with Tony the Pony. I held myself and finished up my business.

I stood in the semi-darkness of Gloria’s bedroom, illuminated by the night light in the bathroom and what must have been moonlight coming through the curtains. Gloria was on her back in the middle of the bed, sawing away. Shelly was curled up on one side of her. The sight of them, and the memories of the day past started perking me up again. I looked at the clock -- two thirty in the morning. I need the sleep.

I crawled back in bed, first turning away from Gloria. It was hard not to laugh, the way she snored. What the hell, it worked before -- I rolled over to her and snuggled up close, finding her nipple again. I took it in my mouth and sighed. She moved a bit, putting an arm around me, and stopped snoring. That’s what I like -- win-win solutions to problems.

I awoke in the morning to more noise. Tony the Pony must have heard it as well, as I woke up hard and ready to go, to the sound of Gloria moaning.

I rolled over and up on one elbow to see Shelly sucking on one of Gloria’s nipples, and a hand evidently working away between Gloria’s legs. I took the other nipple, wrapping my arms and legs around her wonderful girth and holding on as best I could. That brought a moan and a shudder from Gloria. I felt another hand on my head, and pulled away from a luscious nipple only to be pulled to Shelly’s eager lips. We kissed atop Gloria, then felt her hands holding us as she laughed happily.

Shelly and I started moving together on top of Gloria. Sliding over her, not being fully awake, the dreams, I don’t know what it was, but I had to be inside Gloria again. Once I started sliding into her, Shelly moved behind me. As I slid into Gloria, Shelly moved her hands to me, sighing and helping me in. I felt myself up against Gloria’s cervix and wiggled my hips. This was the place to be.

I slid out of Gloria a little, and as I slid back in, Shelly pushed with both hands. Gloria made a noise, and I held on.

Soon that was the only thing I could do. Shelly was moving my hips, moving me in and out. Gloria’s hands moved my head to a nipple and I latched on. That seemed to do it for both of us. Gloria cried out and started quivering under me. Shelly pushed on my lower back with one hand, moving the other to my balls and my root. She squeezed gently and I started filling Gloria again.

Shelly moved up to join me, running her hands along me, then laying down partially on top of me and taking Gloria’s other nipple. Shelly and I kissed, then she moved up to kiss Gloria. I took one of her tight nipples, and slid a hand between her legs.

I felt one of Gloria’s arms sweep around me to hold Shelly, and her other hand teasing Shelly’s other nipple. I was trapped deliciously between them, still partially in Gloria, and stiffening a bit. Soon I could feel and hear Shelly’s rapidly beating heart, and her moaning as her hips worked against my hand. She let out a high-pitched squeak, still muffled by Gloria’s lips, and went limp.

Gloria let go of us. Shelly rolled off to one side, and I rolled off to the other, separating with a slurp.

When I opened my eyes again, as the bed moved with Gloria getting up, Shelly was nowhere to be seen. Gloria stretched, nude in the morning light, stretching with the grace of a cat -- a large, passionate cat, from the look she gave me as she turned.

“Shower with me?" she asked. How could I refuse?

After a mildly delirious shower, drying and powdering each other, we put on our robes and headed downstairs. As we left the bedroom, our noses were greeted by the smells of hot coffee and bacon.

As Shelly prepared breakfast, I stood by the couch, looking out through the open drapes at the wooded hillside behind the house. It looked to be another gray, drizzly day -- perfect for indoor adventures.

Shelly served us a simple breakfast. Something had gone on between Shelly and Gloria -- Shelly was acting out of joint somehow, yet happy to do what she was doing.

What happened after breakfast? I started another fire in the fireplace, and brought in more wood from the side of the house. Gloria and I ended up on the couch together, on top of a pile blanket or throw. She was holding me, with my head between her breasts. The sounds of her breathing and heartbeat were so comforting, and the sensation of a warm, firm, full breast at my lips.

Someone started stroking my back, slowly, gently. I don’t know if I was awake, asleep, or what. I was so relaxed, barely able to hold on, letting go to soft hands and soft voices. Somehow I knew I was on my stomach, yet at the same time I was floating, going down a flight of stairs, then rocking in a hammock.

Gloria joined me, wearing her silk robe. She helped me from the hammock. As I got up, I felt a pain in my left side. I looked down, and saw a wound, just below my ribs. It hurt -- it had hurt for a long time -- it had been there for a long time. Gloria reached to touch it. I pulled back, and she told me she could help. I was scared -- I knew she could help, but I’d had it for so long -- what would be like to live without it?

She told me she could help -- all I had to do was close my eyes and let her help. It would hurt for a while, but then the hurt would go away. I was frightened. She asked me if I wanted to keep on hurting. I told her I didn’t, still frightened.

She had me get back in the hammock; I did. She asked me to close my eyes. I did, and she rocked me -- oh, that was so nice, knowing she was there, rocking me, protecting me.

I felt a nipple again. Was I on my back, or on my stomach? It was hard to tell. As I enjoyed the comfort of her nipple, her hand touched my wound. It hurt -- I gripped her, breathing sharply through my nose. She held my head, holding me to her, and I knew at the same time her other hand was at the wound on my side.

I know her hand reached inside me, deep inside, and took out the parts that were diseased -- they were heavy, large, and ugly. It hurt, but the hurt diminished as her hand withdrew.

I still hurt as she pulled away from me. I looked at my side. The wound was still there, but it looked different. I knew it could heal now. I looked up to Gloria to thank her.

She held a breast, leaning over my wound. She sighed and squeezed gently, and I watched a drop of milk form at her nipple. The drop formed and grew, finally detaching itself and falling.

I fell with it somehow, dizzy, falling, until the drop landed in my wound. It landed with a sharp sear of pain, followed by a wash of warmth. The next drop was less painful, and the next drop less painful than the one before. After some number of drops, I looked again -- the wound was gone, replaced by healthy skin. The pain was gone. I hadn’t realized how much of me the pain and the wound had taken up. I felt lighter now, and stronger.

I looked up to Gloria. She smiled and touched my forehead, telling me to close my eyes and relax. I did, and she rocked me in the hammock once more, comforting me.

I was walking with her down a long corridor, filled with doors. The place was very familiar to me. We were looking for something. While Gloria waited in the corridor, I went into one room -- it looked a lot like the office I had when I was a postdoc, except it had a big cabinet in it, the kind we used to use for stocking lab supplies. I opened a drawer and took out an old cardboard box. Inside it, wrapped in packing material, was what I was looking for -- an ornate key. I put the box back, close the drawer, and went back to Gloria.

I was so happy to give her the key, my key. As I handed it to her, I knew it had words written on one side of it. I was so happy to give it to her, and she smiled as she took it. She smiled, and then she hugged me. Oh, it felt so good to be held, to be hugged. She held me and rocked me in her arms.

I was floating again. I standing up, in her arms, and I was on my back. How could that be? But then we started up the stairs, together, hand in hand. At first I didn’t want to go, and I told her so. She held me for a while and rocked me some more, telling me we could go back whenever I wanted, but that we needed to go up now. We started up the stairs again, together.

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