WaterWay -- Chapter 6
Rx for a Good Night's Sleep
By: WaterLuv@etzine.com   Copyright 1996, by ET!zine   All rights reserved

[If you are not completely worn out, let your fingers do the walking again, just as you did in the last chapter.  Hands for hands, wet fingers for tongues, enact the scenes related here.]

With that laugh, we began to take inventory of the evening's affairs.  Both ladies well enemaed.  At least one crushing cum for each of us.  Hours of rigorous action.  We were all tired.  We decided that the first night's training could be labeled a smashing success, and that further programmed activity could be taken up in the morning.  Since it was Friday night, there was nothing on tomorrow's agenda save our essential work, and a morning trip to Miami for a shopping spree to support our training efforts.

This established, we cleaned up the baths and dried and lovingly stored our rubber gear, no small task in light of all the light-hearted goosing and teasing that we'd fallen into.  With all done, and in high spirits, the three of us retired to the Master bedroom, flayed ourselves out on its massive bed, and fought for control of the remote.  There were the usual late-night offerings on the satellite.  I voted for an infomercial on an incredible new car wax that lets you set little fires on the hood of your Rolls Royce, but that suggestion was met by a hail of pillow blows from the two of you.  

You countered with a suggestion that the I Love Lucy rerun channel was really the only choice at this hour.  This brought a second flurry of pillow fighting.  Jazmand settled things when she clicked onto a late-night love channel right as a gorgeous actress lovingly lowered her face down an enormous, rigid erection.  No pillow blows while this blow job goes on.  Rapt attention from the peanut gallery.  The porno flick was as mindless as most, but the performers were absolutely beautiful and the action was hotter than Mauna Keya.  In short order, the three of us were laying like logs in a row, facing the giant TV at the side of the bed, hands in each other's sexes and eyes glued to the action on the big screen.  Before long, the moaning of the porno players was matched and exceeded by sounds from within the room.

The flick came to its inevitable, cum-shot finale and, with one last heroic act of sanity, you clicked the remote.  Jazmand nuzzling deep into your neck, me with my mouth all over your heaving breasts, your concentration was a wonder to behold.  You found a concert just beginning.  The Philadelphia Philharmonic was playing romantic music.  The perfect backdrop to enhance, not distract.

Jazmand rolled over you and began to kiss you in earnest.  Soon she was melting herself into your enflamed body, her thigh pulled brazenly up between your legs while you slithered your wet sex along her silky flesh.  I turned and stretched out behind you, face to your feet.  My throbbing cock was nestled in the soft cleft of your perfect rear.  I drew a foot to me and trailed tickling tastes along the line of your toes, down your arch, across your heel.  Up your calves, so beautifully formed, smooth and rounded.  Kissing the ultra-sensitive flesh behind your knee.  Up your flanks, outside and in, drinking in the sight and smell of your silken leg-flesh.  Across your rounded buttocks, loving, worshipping now.  So perfect.  How can this be?  I must look deeper.  So near your enemaed rear, but no, I want to slide between the two of you, down where Jazmand and you meet, where her strong thigh slides against your syrupy sex.  

I push my way into the entwined legs, so fragrant now with two enflamed pussies pouring out their pungent juices.  My mouth finds Jazmand's waiting cunt, and she begins to undulate against my face.  Together we twist and turn till I am lying, back down on the bed and Jazmand is sitting astride my face looking toward you.  You, in turn, are sitting on my waist and raised to mount my manhood.  Slowly, maddeningly, you lower your dripping femininity onto my overheated pole, inch by inch, taking it into your seething core.  Jazmand watches in fascination, one finger tracing lightly across your clit as you slide down onto my waiting hardness.  Again, your hungry lips find Jazmand's bee-stung mouth and tongues entwine, sucking greedily.  Kisses drawing rasping breath from both the beautiful feminine forms sitting astride my sex-fired torso. 

I grab jealously onto your waist, holding you motionless astride my aching cock.  Even a bit of stirring now and I know I'll explode into your slick love-tunnel.  I want the exquisite feeling of my love-swollen cock, tightly encased in your slippery opening, to last forever.  But the pressure in my groin is too intense.  I must pour wave after wave of creamy release into you.  My mouth, an open, probing, licking, living thing, at one with Jazmand's cunt, taking in the river of her excitement.  My nose, nestled between her tawny cheeks, with each ragged, gasping breath, awash in the incredible aroma of her thoroughly enemaed ass.  A hand cupping the sensitive flesh of my chest.  Another hand hefting the overloaded weight of my cum-filled balls.  My hand, caressing a swollen nipple.  My cock, thrilling to the little tremors beginning to vibrate through your pussy as Jazmand's fingers on your clit carry you to yet another earth-shattering release.  My tongue is stiff as an alter-cock, probing into Jaz as she sits pulsing and slathering herself on my mouth, driven by your hand caressing her most sensitive woman-flesh.  I rock my head trying to get my nose up inside the perfection of her ample ass.

I am doing my utmost to hold on.  Grasping your hips, pulling that silky pussy of yours hard down onto my straining erection.  I have an almost unbearable urge now to begin bucking up into you like a frightened bronco giving his first ride.  Only the most iron-willed determination keeps my body rigid under you.  As Jazmand coaxes your orgasm from your depths, I can feel each grasping spasm massage the cum up my pole, sucking me like some great milking machine, drawing me inexorably toward the most thunderous orgasm I have ever experienced.

Somewhere out in space, aligned with the 8 corners that define the room, a force is gathering, aiming blue-white flashes of plasma energy into the triangular points where the three of us join in our cosmic dance of discharge.  It begins as translucent whiskers - the Northern lights when they first shimmer across the moonless sky - an illusion - a cloud - a wisp of something from beyond.  Then gathering till the whole of the heavens prance and explode and careen in wanton flashes of stupendous glory.  Hot, brilliant, flashing sex, pouring from my every cell, up through my rigid rod and flooding you till it drips down into Jazmand's busy hand, dancing across your delta of Venus.  Your feminine slime, soaking and stoking my exploding fire.  My tongue gone wild in Jaz's pussy, in prefect time to your fingers on her clit, till it gathers together to take us all into that place the French so aptly call L Petite Mort, the little death.  Jazmand's glorious flow, gushing from her fragrant, orchid valley into my cunt-thirsty lips.  All twining together, we are one pulsing, beating, orgasmic piece of flesh, our juices seeming to flow through our joined bodies as if we were some vast storm drain -- sucking off the downpour from a flood ravaged city -- pumping our engorgement round and round -- all the rivers overflowing -- too full to let it all go.  

But let go we must.  As you slide off my cock, Jaz and I compete to taste our mingled love juices dripping from your well-used genitals.  We nuzzle, all stinking of hot, raw sex.  Jazmand is stroking my cock, milking the last drops of cum from me, hungrily lapping them up.  The moment, the love, the sexuality of it all is so intense I never lose my erect pose.  In short order, Jazmand has guided you to your hands and knees on the bed.  She has slid under you, ready to see to the needs of your soaking love slit.  She guides me with the hand griping my male flesh, bringing me up behind you, positioning my hardon at the entrance to your nether hole.  We are slippery enough with our mingled love syrup that there is no need for lubrication.  I feel you push back, opening your beautiful rosebud like some rare desert flower that blossoms only for the solstice sun.  

As my cock slides inch-by-inch into your creamy ass, the erotic delight of the feeling sends a shiver through both our bodies.  Jazmand is there with her tongue deep in your sex, eyes wide to watch her man and her woman come together, nostrils flaring with each panting breath she takes.  With all the delight of a bitch in heat hanging her head from the window of a moving car, she is drinking in the combined smells of all that we have done . . . Are doing.  Her eyes follow each thrust as my engorged hunk of flesh slides in and out of your most secret place, gathering pace and size with each new plunge.  Jazmand's expert tongue and soft, silky lips have you climbing, hips bucking to meet each thrust, soaring toward yet another massive release.  You have never been a great fan of butt-fucking, however, this time is something different.  Actually, you hadn't given it much of a thought, it all unfolded so naturally, so quickly, and with such complete preparation.  After all, you are squeaky clean from your enema.  Your anal-erotic tendencies have already been honed to a razor's edge.  Your every erogenous zone has been teased, touched, loved, fondled and totally primed.  And now, with each successive stroke of this great pump pistoning into your innards, you are feeling so shamefully full, so wanton, ass hiked up in the air to better be filled with hot, pumping cock.  Cock that is ramming into you with utter abandon now . . . A life of its own . . . Matched stroke-for-stroke by your gulping rectum, alive in its own right, drinking from the penis pumping into it.  First, a tiny draught of precum.  More precum, a dribble, a stream, pressure building so wonderfully.  You can feel it in the pulsing veins throbbing on the surface of the intruder scorching your ass.  Exploding now, a river, real cum, surges of it spraying oh so deep within your receptive bowels, the wide base of my manhood pressed tightly against your buttocks, obscenely parting your opening.  

The feeling of that hot geyser spraying your insides takes you over the edge.  Yielding to Jazmand's tongue, you grind your pussy into her upturned face, pouring your own hot love offering into her eager lips.  I am still caught in the ending waves of my seismic ejaculation when Jaz pulls away from your well-licked pussy and plops my hard cock out of you and into her mouth in time to catch my final spurts.  I'm not sure whether it is the taste of me or of your ass, or perhaps both mixed, but something fires her passion in a sudden brilliant flash, and she orgasms again, her little fingers furiously working pleasures from her smoldering sex.

By now, our symphony of sex complete, the three of us feel, smell and look like whore-house veterans.  We are each soaked with love offerings of every kind from one another.  Without so much as freshening up, we are soon sleeping peacefully to the closing sounds of the Philharmonic.  We will not waken till the Saturday sun pours into the large window over the bed, calling us to the merriment of an erotic toy and lingerie shopping spree.  But not before a really good, hot shower.
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