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From: "Andrew Cardinal" <awacard@ican.net>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 10:42:09 EST
Subject: {ASSM} Our trip to New Orleans
Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 13:10:04 -0500
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 We left early Saturday morning, having dropped the kids off at my parents
the night before. We were finally on our way, a trip we had been waiting for
for 11 years. Kendra had been especially excited, having fallen in love with
the city of New Orleans from afar while reading the works of Anne Rice, her
favourite author. We wanted to experience the city in all of its eccentric
glory without the commercially dehumanizing effect of a big hotel chain, so
we hunted the internet to find a nice cozy little bed and breakfast in the
french quarter operated by a couple named Genevieve and Armand Thibodeau. It
would be two days drive getting there, hopefully by late Sunday evening, and
then we would have the entire week before leaving for home the next Saturday
morning. We had planned to stop in southwest Kentucky for the night as I
have relatives there who could put us up. The first days drive was tiring
but uneventful and after a brief visit with my aunt and uncle we hit the
sack dreaming dreams of the week to come. We had no idea what we were
actually in for.

 We hit major construction the next day on I-65 between Nashville and
Birmingham, which delayed us substantially, and we did not end up arriving
in New Orleans until close to midnight Sunday night. Then we made a wrong
turn and spent another hour having that stereotypical couple fight about
getting lost while still trying to find the bed and breakfast. By the time
we arrived all the lights were out and we feared having to find a hotel for
the night, but when we knocked gently on the door a light came on and Armand
came to the door in his robe to let us in. He was tall and lean, with a
slightly swarthy complexion and short dark hair with just a hint of gray at
the temples that made me figure him for his late thirties. He made the
typical lighthearted comments about not thinking we were going to make it
but overall he was very good-natured about our tardy arrival. He showed us
quickly to our room and suggested we get some sleep and that the formal
pleasantries could be exchanged in the morning. We were absolutely exhausted
from all the travel and therefore very agreeable and within moments we were
fast asleep in our very comfortable bed.

 The next morning we slept late and awoke to the spectacular smell of food
cooking in the kitchen. Kendra and I quickly got cleaned up and almost
presentable before heading down to the kitchen to see what was brewing and
present ourselves to our hosts more properly. When we arrived in the kitchen
the most strikingly beautiful woman I had ever seen since I met Kendra
greeted us. She had an exotic look to her, about 5' 6" with long dark
straight hair, dark eyes, very thin, with high cheekbones and an almost
gaunt look to her face, but full breasted and with a well rounded but petite
behind. She was wearing a short wrap type skirt and a not quite sheer
sleeveless blouse and had strappy roman looking flat sandals on. Kendra
introduced herself and offered to help with breakfast but Genevieve would
have none of it, saying it was our vacation and we should be relaxing. She
showed us to the dining room, which could easily have seated 20, and told us
to sit, enjoy the coffee, tea or juice, and she would serve breakfast
shortly. We sat and admired the beautiful decor in the huge old house. On
the wall we saw an old photograph, perhaps as much as 100 or so years old
judging from the hairstyle and clothing, of someone who looked exactly like
Genevieve. We  wondered out loud if perhaps that was a long lost relative of
hers, and if we were the only guests at this time as we had seen no one
else. Just then Armand came into the room, and having overheard our
conversation told us that yes we were indeed the only guests and that the
picture was indeed Genevieve's great great grandmother. They had apparently
had a very busy mardi gras and some guests had stayed on for more than a
month but the last of the peak season guests had left two days before and
they were looking forward to a quiet period before the summer arrived.  I
had a sudden chill and wondered to myself why there were no pictures of
anyone else, more recent, anywhere to be seen. Breakfast arrived before I
could pursue the thought.

 After breakfast Kendra and I asked for advice on what places were worth
seeing and which should be avoided and it turned out that choosing a bed and
breakfast had the additional advantage of your hosts being locals who knew
the ins and outs of the town you were in. Kendra mentioned that she was very
into the Anne Rice novels and wanted to see some of the authentic landmarks
contained in them. Genevieve perked up and began to go into a long and
detailed description of many sites Kendra might like to see and why, she too
was interested in the whole dark and mysterious side of New Orleans. Kendra
and I spent most of our first day checking out many of the places Genevieve
suggested. Kendra was very intrigued by the cemeteries with their above
ground crypts. The whole time we had this strange sensation like we were
being watched, it was eerie. A couple of times I thought I spotted Genevieve
in a crowd but we never got close enough to be sure. We returned to
Genevieve and Armand's just after dinner to find Armand alone in the living
room having a glass of red wine. The room was lit by only a pair of candles
that were giving off a strange scent I couldn't quite put my finger on. We
asked where Genevieve was and Armand said she had to go out for some
supplies for the rest of the week Genevieve came in shortly after us,
looking very mysterious indeed. She was dressed all in black, skirt, blouse,
heels and all, as she entered she passed through the shadows generated by
the candles and looked almost, well, frightening, definitely very mysterious
anyway. She was a little out of breath and she had nothing with her which
seemed a tad peculiar. She asked if we had a pleasant day and I wanted to
tell her that she should know and ask her where she had been, but Kendra
just said we had a great day and thanked them both for their great advice on
the city and its sights. We sat and chatted about the day's events for a
while and then Kendra and I headed for our room. After we were in our room
and had settled for the night I asked Kendra if she found anything about
Genevieve a little strange. Kendra said she didn't, that she found her maybe
a little mysterious but that was part of her womanly charms. I persisted
briefly, saying it seemed strange that she was out shopping for supplies but
came home empty handed, that she was out until just after we were, that we
thought we had seen her and that we had the feeling we were being watched.
Kendra told me I was being paranoid and, still tired from our long trip and
a day of sightseeing, we went to sleep.

 The next couple of days passed without significant incident. We spent some
time on Bourbon street, ate at Paul Prudhommes Cajun restaurant, took a trip
across the causeway to see what was on the other side (not much), went for a
fan boat tour of the areas south of the city where the bird preserves are
and took a trip along the Mississippi up to Baton Rouge to see some of the
history in that city. We even took a short day trip to South Western
Louisiana State University to watch their legendary 'foozball' team in
action and enjoy some the high quality H2O. Our days were plenty full and we
had little time to dwell on the strange feeling I continued to get every
time we were in the presence of Armand or Genevieve. We were both relaxed
and well rested having gone to bed early and then slept very well Monday and
Tuesday night and Kendra was in the mood to experience some of the night
life that New Orleans is famous for. When we arrived back to the B&B to get
changed Armand was again in the living room with only the candles burning
but this time Genevieve was with him and we seemed to have caught them at an
unfortunate moment. Genevieve was straddling Armand's lap while he sat in a
chair, her blouse was open, her skirt hiked and she had her face buried
against Armand's neck. We quickly apologized and went swiftly to our room,
hoping not to have embarrassed them, or ourselves, too much. When we got to
our room we were both giggling a little, but we settled down and I headed
for the shower while Kendra set out to figure which outfit she should wear.
I was sure to be out of the shower and half dressed before her decision was
final. Fifteen minutes later I was shaved, shampooed and clean as a whistle,
I wrapped a towel around my waste and opened the bathroom door to find
Genevieve sitting on our bed chatting and giggling with Kendra.

 "I just came up to apologize for our little display, we didn't expect you
back so early and I suppose we got a little carried away with ourselves."
Genevieve said.

 "Genevieve and Armand are going to join us tonight, Genevieve insisted she
knows all the best places to have a good time and promised to show them to
us tonight" Kendra added. Genevieve looked up at me with a sly little grin
that Kendra missed and again I had that strange feeling. She got up and left
the room saying that she had to let Armand know of the plans so they could
get ready. I just shook my head and said I figured we were in for a very
interesting night, then I got dressed and went to the living room to wait.
Genevieve and Armand emerged before Kendra was ready, Armand dressed
casually in a pair of jeans and a light cotton sweater. Genevieve was in her
usual all black, and she was looking fine. Short black skirt, black two inch
heels, black stockings, black sheer blouse over a black camisole, she had
her hair slicked back and pulled tight like the girls in that Robert Palmer
video....'simply irresistible'. Armand made himself and Genevieve a drink
and offered me one as well, which I declined wanting to keep my senses about
me as much as possible in this situation. Finally Kendra came down the
stairs and she looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a sleek dark
green summer dress, cut just above the knee with short sleeves and a low cut
neckline and sandals with just enough heel to accentuate her fabulous
calves. Her hair was down for once, flowing over her shoulders in a wave of
auburn curls. I caught Genevieve and Armand both giving her a thorough once
over, not quite leering but with approving eyes. Armand told us that we
would be able to walk to our destinations and off we went.

 The first place we came to was a jazz club, the music from the live house
band filling the walk in front. We went in and had a couple of drinks,
taking in the atmosphere and watching the comings and goings of the patrons,
a mixed group of ethnicity and status. After about an hour of toe tapping,
head bobbing and conversation Kendra told Genevieve that she really wanted
to go somewhere where she could dance, and although the music at that
particular place was excellent, it was not her cup of tea for moving to it.
Genevieve said that was no problem, she felt the same way but she always
liked to warm up at a jazz bar because the music was so conducive to setting
a mood. With that we all got up and headed for the door.

 The next place we went to was a little more mainstream, we could here the
music thumping out a full block before we got there. It was the typical top
40-dance type stuff, exactly what Kendra was hoping for, not necessarily
what she would listen to at home, but when she is in the mood to dance, the
music had better match her mood. This place did. We worked our way in to the
bar through the packed in patrons, mostly looking like college-aged men and
women.... boys and girls really except for how they looked, which was all
'adult'. We all got drinks and found some room to lean on a railing near the
dance floor and watch the young hard bodies grind and move to the music.
After a couple of songs Kendra was antsy to get on the dance floor so she
downed her drink, grabbed Genevieve's shoulder and said "come on let's go."
Genevieve giggled, looked at Armand and I, shrugged, downed her drink in one
gulp and said "allons-y" all in a span of about two seconds. Off they
trotted to the dance floor where they managed to wiggle into a spot around
two Feet Square and started showing these young folks how to really move.
Armand and I just enjoyed the show, our heads on swivels trying to keep
track of everything worth watching and occasionally delivering a drink to
our ladies so they could maintain their buzz as they danced. They danced for
hours, practically pressed up against each other as they did, breaking only
for the occasional trip to the ladies room. It was very erotic to watch and
I found myself becoming mesmerized. Eventually the crowd started to thin out
as the young folks moved on to other places, or took their conquests for the
night back to where ever it was they could find to do their thing. With room
to move Genevieve began moving like a seasoned stripper, she was hot and
exotic and she knew it, what men were left couldn't take their eyes off of
her. Kendra tried to keep pace, she is no slouch when it comes to dancing,
but a little more inhibited when it comes to public displays of herself. As
the night wore on, Kendra's inhibitions diminished and she was moving and
grinding right along with Genevieve.

 Finally the ladies began to tire and Kendra asked if they would mind if we
went home. Genevieve and Armand were in full agreement and we left to go
back to the inn. We had a playful walk back. Genevieve asked Kendra if she
knew the tradition in New Orleans regarding public flashing during Mardi
Gras. Kendra said she did and then Genevieve hoisted her blouse and camisole
right in Kendra's face, revealing an absolutely gorgeous pair of breasts.
Kendra was caught off guard and stared until she put her shirt back down.
Finally Kendra said "wow, you have beautiful boobs, I wish mine were as
nice."

 "Well I'm sure they are, but I'd have to see them to know for sure"
Genevieve replied, a slightly hopeful tone in her voice. Kendra laughed and
shook her head in a 'no-way' motion. We all begged and pleaded all the way
home, Genevieve flashing a few more times to show her how 'easy' it was, but
Kendra did not give in at first. I didn't care. I was getting an eyeful of
Genevieve and not minding a bit.

 Eventually as we approached the B&B Kendra turned to us all and said "ok
you guys, I can't believe I'm going to do this, I must be really drunk!"
With that she grabbed the hem of her dress and hoisted it right up over her
head, revealing the fact that she had on no underwear at all. Knowing my
wife as I do, I had to wonder if she didn't forget her lack of panties,
showing her boobs would be unlike her, showing the rest was unthinkable, and
incredibly hot. I was so turned on. Genevieve and Armand gave a rousing
ovation laced with hoots and whistles and a lot of laughing as Kendra
lowered her dress. "Everybody satisfied?!" Kendra demanded in mock
sternness.

 "Satisfied, I just feel teased now" Genevieve replied laughing. Armand
complimented Kendra profusely and I just glowed with pride I am sure. We
went inside and said good night, Kendra informing our hosts that she was in
a hurry to get me to bed. Genevieve took Kendra's face in her hands and
looked her straight in the eye, it was bizarre, Kendra's face changed, she
looked hypnotized. Genevieve kissed Kendra lightly on the lips and told her
to make sure tonight was unforgettable. Kendra giggled and her head rolled
back a little. Genevieve's eyes lit up as if seeing an opportunity and she
lunged forward, planting an open mouthed deep kiss on Kendra's neck.
Kendra's legs went weak under her and she fell into Genevieve's arms. As the
kiss ended, Kendra's head came back up and she straightened herself saying
"well that was already pretty unforgettable" but she was clearly still not
in complete control of herself.  Genevieve took Kendra's hand and led her to
the living room. She sat her on the settee and began kissing her again,
passionately. This time Kendra returned the kisses with her own wantonness.
Armand had followed them into the room and sat in a chair across from them,
I stayed in the doorway, completely awestruck and with no idea what to do
except watch and be amazed. I feared Kendra might be doing something she
would later regret, but she seemed completely into it and in her current
state of arousal, any objections I might voice would at the least fall on
deaf ears, at the worst turn her wrath on me for ruining her pleasure. I
kept my peace.

 The women continued kissing, their hands roaming each other's bodies in
curiosity and desire. Genevieve seemed obsessed with Kendra's neck,
returning to kiss her there time after time. Each time she did Kendra seemed
to tremble with.... pleasure...pain...it was difficult to be certain, but
all her other reactions were clearly ones of pleasure. Genevieve pushed the
sleeves of Kendra's dress off of her shoulders and down, revealing for the
second time that evening my wife's (yes I am biased here) perfect breasts.
Genevieve took them in her hands, caressing them gently in slow circles,
avoiding the nipples until she had Kendra moaning plaintively. She then took
one nipple in her mouth, swirling it with her tongue and nibbling it gently.
Kendra held her head tightly and close until Genevieve released her lip lock
on the first breast and moved to suckle the other, licking her way across
Kendra's chest. Kendra was moaning loudly now, her body writhing, her back
arching, she clearly wanted more. Genevieve was not one to disappoint, she
slid one hand down beneath the hem of Kendra's dress and began teasing the
insides of her thighs, slowly moving towards the moist heat of Kendra's
swollen pussy. Kendra let out a loud yelp as Genevieve found and began
manipulating the right spot while continuing to suck on Kendra's breasts.
Slowly Genevieve began moving her way down across Kendra's tummy with her
mouth, still expertly fingering her to a high state of arousal but keeping
her right on that edge, not letting her cum. She pushed Kendra's dress all
the way down until it was past her hips at which point she dragged it off of
her and tossed it aside. Leaning back for a moment for a better view of the
whole package, Genevieve's mild Cajun accent thickened in the heat of the
moment as she said "Kendra, my dear, you are so beautiful, I must have you."
She left no opportunity for response, just dove into Kendra's dripping mound
tongue first, lapping away at her swollen clit now peaking its way out from
its hood. Immediately Kendra began grinding her hips and screaming "Oh God
yes, Oh God yes, yes, yes!!!" It was not long before Kendra was in the
throes of a powerful orgasm, she wrapped her legs around Genevieve's head
and held her tight with her hands until her spasms subsided and she
continued to shiver and quake after she released her grip and allowed
Genevieve to breathe again.

 Genevieve waited for Kendra to recover slightly, then looked her in the eye
and said "Kendra, do you want Armand to fuck you now? Do you think Andrew
wants to watch Armand fuck you now? Do you think he liked watching me eat
you? Do you think he might want to fuck me?" All Kendra could do was say
"yes, yes, yes, yes" basically leaving Genevieve to do whatever she pleased.
She looked straight at Armand and said "she is all yours, make her crazy my
love, like you always do for me." She then got up and walked over to me, she
leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, and I pulled back slightly,
still dumbfounded by my entire situation. "You do not like me?" she asked.
As she asked, Armand dropped his pants and revealed his manhood, an
impressive and thick 7 inches rigid and ready for action. He knelt between
Kendra's legs and began stroking her with one hand, himself with the other.

 "I don't know what to make of any of this. You are beautiful, but so is my
wife, who your husband is about to fuck, and I don't know what to do or say.
I feel confused, I feel excited, I feel something... deep... forgotten, I'm
not sure what I feel" I replied.

 "So why hesitate, do what makes you feel good, look at your wife, she is
truly beautiful, and in the glow of her sexual pleasures, is she not even
more beautiful. Enjoy the moment, when it is gone it never comes back, it is
lost forever. I want you, Andrew, I want you on me, in me, under me, kissing
me, licking me, fucking me, you should not disappoint me, I think I could
please you very much." As she said this Genevieve moved in closer to me, she
stroked my face with the back of her hand as she looked me in the eye. I
found it hard to look away, my mind felt distracted, I could hear Kendra
begin moaning as Armand entered her and began thrusting hard and deep, but I
couldn't draw my gaze away from Genevieve.

 Suddenly Genevieve lunged towards me, her mouth open and headed for my neck
and some sixth sense in me screamed "DANGER". Pure instinct took over,
instinct I had not used in what seemed like lifetimes, instinct that had
lain dormant, buried deep in my psyche, emerging only now, when needed. I
moved quickly to one side, out of her reach, and then grabbed her under the
chin and pulled her face towards mine. "Not like that!" I told her. "You
won't control me, like you do Armand, like you have done to Kendra. You have
no power over me. If you want me, you'll have to make me want you." Suddenly
I knew I was dealing with something beyond the normal, it started to come
back to me, in a haze. I didn't know what for sure, but I knew I would
rather control than be controlled and some instinct told me that I could
control Genevieve with her own desires.

 Genevieve's face changed immediately. She went from confident, exotic
seductress to plaintive, poubty nymph. She started taking off her clothes,
telling me how much she wanted me, telling me how much she needed me, asking
me if what I saw pleased me. I waved my hand in dismissal and told her to
keep her clothes on and watch Armand fucking Kendra. "What you want from me,
you can't get that from him?" I asked.

 Genevieve thought she saw an opening in this line and responded "what I
want from you, I can't get from anyone else, but why do you let him do it to
her, if she means so much to you."

 I was prepared for such a reply. "I do not choose for her, or for him. You
did that. I choose only not to interfere and let her decide for herself. Her
pleasure is my pleasure. She does not looked displeased, does she?"

 "Yes, Armand can be very pleasing. So can I, if you will let me. Your
pleasure would be my pleasure, is that not so."

 "Yes that could be so, but I will make my own choice. Before I let that
happen I want you to do some things for me. Watch them, watch how they react
to each other, completely involved in the physicality of the moment, feeling
only the sensations, the friction, the passion. You can generate the
moments, but you can't control the reactions can you?"

 "No, I cannot." Genevieve looked up at me with pleading eyes. I pointed at
Armand and Kendra and told her to keep watching. Armand was standing now,
holding Kendra's legs around his waist. Kendra had only her head and
shoulders on the settee now, her back was arched and her hands were on the
front of the seat, pulling herself forward to meet each of Armand's powerful
thrusts. Kendra was writhing, moaning, screaming, ready to explode as Armand
continued to pound into her. He was like a machine, out of control,
thrusting harder and faster, his body tensing as he pumped his hot spunk
deep into her. Kendra let out what I could only describe as a roar of
ecstasy as she trembled and quivered through multiple orgasms. Armand
collapsed back into the chair, passing out from the combination of drink and
passion.

 "Go lie next to her, comfort and soothe her as she recovers. Offer yourself
to her, completely. You may find that complete control of a situation is not
as pleasant as letting things happen." Kendra was so lost in her lust right
now, I wanted to see just how far she was willing to go, how much she wanted
to try. Genevieve was obviously more than willing, prepared to give up
control of the situation to get what she wanted. It had been a very long
time since I had felt this way and I was hoping to make it last as long as
possible.

 Genevieve moved next to Kendra, wrapping her arms around her in a gentle,
calming hug. Kendra made a low humming sound, definitely one of contentment
as she slowly regained her senses. Once she was fully recovered, Kendra
looked deeply in Genevieve's eyes as she caressed her shoulders and arms.
Kendra seemed a little tentative at first, not sure what her next move
should be, but then she kissed Genevieve tenderly, and began exploring
Genevieve's body with her hands. Genevieve shuddered with anticipation as
Kendra began slowly removing her clothes, piece by piece, kissing each newly
exposed area. As Kendra removed her camisole, she took each breast in her
hands, gently rolling the nipples around, cupping their weightiness in her
palms. Eventually Kendra took one in her mouth, licking and sucking it with
enthusiasm, enjoying the new found treasure. Kendra switched breasts after a
few minutes and allowed one hand to wander down under Genevieve's skirt. As
Kendra's fingers deftly teased the outer edges of Genevieve's thong,
Genevieve began letting out a series of low moans and her breathing became
heavy and laboured. Kendra began kissing her way down Genevieve's exposed
belly while her hands expertly removed her skirt and thong, leaving her in
only garter, stockings and heels...oh SO sexy!!! Kendra now teased
Genevieve's outer lips with her finger tips, tentatively tasted her with the
tip of her tongue, then went right in and started feverishly stroking
Genevieve's clit with her tongue. Genevieve began screaming uncontrollably,
thrashing around on the floor as she crashed through that barrier between
'almost there' and ecstasy. As Genevieve's tremors grew in intensity,
Kendra's tongue moved even faster and harder until Genevieve took her head
in her hands and, as gently as possible considering the passion of the
moment, moved Kendra back away from her. Genevieve had become hypersensitive
following her powerful orgasm and could take no more. Kendra looked over at
me with a pleased look on her face at first, and then it turned to a
confused little frown. "Are you ever going to join in this little party?"
Kendra asked.

 "You seem to be having a fine time without me." I replied, with a wide
smile.

 Kendra came over to me and gave me a deep kiss, I could still taste
Genevieve's sweetness lingering on her lips. "Maybe, but I think Genevieve
needs a good fucking about now, and there are some things I just don't have
the equipment for" Kendra whispered.

 "Are you okay with all of this. It has been kind of wild, a little out of
control at times. I don't want us doing anything you might regret in the
morning." I said

 "What do you mean 'I' might regret. Don't you think you might regret some
of the things that could happen here tonight?" Kendra asked

 "Well let's just say I feel in complete control of my situation, but I
wasn't sure if you did. Genevieve can be very persuasive." I replied.

 "Don't worry dear, I haven't done anything here tonight I haven't wondered
and fantasized about lots of times before. I'm having fun and I think I once
heard someone say 'sex is about the pleasure, love is about the partner' now
who do you suppose said that eh?" Kendra taunted.

 "Using my own words against me now. Fine, what was it you wanted me to do?
Oh yeah, fuck that beautiful other woman lying over there naked. Okay, I'm
on the job dear. Just remember, you asked for it." I answered. Kendra
swatted my ass as I moved towards Genevieve, now returning to the land of
the living after her orgasm, and began removing my clothes. Genevieve got up
to her knees as I approached her, I was already topless, I began to undo my
pants, but she grabbed my hands and took over that task herself. As she slid
my boxers down, exposing my rigid member she made a pleased purring sound.
She took me in her hand, gently stroking me once, twice, three times. A
little drop of precum emerged from the tip and she licked it off with a
flick of her tongue.

 Genevieve looked up at me, her tongue licking her glistening lips. "You and
I are of a kind my dear, we are meant for each other" she whispered huskily.

 "The kind you speak of, they are long ago extinct, those of us who are left
have forsaken that life in order to live in harmony among the rest of
humanity. You will not bring me back to the past," I said caressing her face
as she stood to meet my gaze. "But the present and near future look
promising. Share this moment with me, now." I kissed her gently on the lips.
She put her hands behind my head and kissed me back, deeply, passionately. I
could feel the burning begin in my loins as I took Genevieve's naked body in
my arms and held her pressed closely against me. My hands gravitated to her
milky white breasts, beautiful and firm, her nipples protruding with
arousal. Gently I lay her down and began kissing, licking and nibbling each
of them. Genevieve began moaning, I could feel her moistness against my
body. I spread her legs apart and pressed my throbbing shaft against the
opening of her neatly shaven pussy. I rubbed gently against her, teasing
her, and she begged me to enter her. Finally I parted her lips with my hand
and slid into her all the way in one thrust. She was dripping wet as I
thrusted in and out slowly, savouring the sensations. Genevieve put her hand
on her pelvis and played with her clit as I thrusted, coating her finger in
her own juices. She held it to my mouth so I could taste her sweetness. I
began to pick up the pace a little when suddenly I felt two hands wrap
around from behind me and begin teasing my nipples.

 "Fuck her Andrew, fuck her hard, fuck her fast, make her scream, baby"
Kendra whispered in my ear. Not that I had anything else planned, but her
words urged me on. I hoisted Genevieve's ass off the floor, supporting her
with my hands as I continued to pound into her. This obviously hit ht e
right spot because Genevieve's eyes rolled back and she began screaming
"fuck me, fuck me, mon dieu, mon dieu, I'm cumming, I"M CUMMING!!!!!!!!!!!"
My own orgasm boiled up from my toes and shook me all the way to the ends of
my hairs as I pumped an unending load deep into her.

 Completely spent, I collapsed into Genevieve's arms and Kendra cuddled up
next to us in a loving embrace as we all drifted off into blissful sleep.

comments and opinions are welcome and appreciated.
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