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Subject: {ASSM} Soul-Mates, Part One (MFF, oral, FF, cons) by iowaborn58
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   Soul-Mates, Part One

   MFF, oral, FF, cons

   by iowaborn58



   This is a complete work of fiction.  The names have been changed to
protect the innocent and the guilty.  It is based entirely upon my own
fantasies and desires.  I hope you enjoy it.



   Kay and Nancy had been soul-mates since before they met.  Nancy was
about four years older than Kay, but their lives and thoughts seemed almost
joined from birth.  Their elementary school experiences were similar;
personalities were similar.  When they were junior in high school, they met
their future husbands (that would be Sam and me, Devon).  Pictures of their
wedding dresses revealed an eerily similar pattern, even though Nancy got
married three years ahead of Kay and me.  They didn't meet each other until
they were 32 & 36 respectively.



   When they met, Sam and I would often tease them about the amazing
similarities between personalities, likes and dislikes and so much more. 
We lived near each other for just over four years before my work moved
himme three hours away.  Even so, the women still sought to get together at
least 2-3 times a year.



   If you're familiar with the Anne of Green Gables novels, then you
know what it means to be a soul-mate: two nearly like-minded people, joined
at the heart.  That is Kay and Nancy.



   Not too long ago, Nancy's husband was killed in a tragic farming
accident.  Kay and I left immediately for the funeral.  Kay stayed with
Nancy for a week, while I came home.  I don't know what all occurred during
that stay, but the two women seemed to be more alike than previously.



   It's been about a year and a half since Sam's passing.  Kay speaks with
her on the phone at least once each week.  We're headed down to visit her
next week.  I've taken time off from work and nearly all the preparations
for the eight hour trip have been made.



   "How's she been doing," I asked Kay over supper.  She'd been on the
phone for over an hour earlier with Nancy.



   "She seems to be doing pretty well, all things considered.  It took a
long time to settle the estate; lots of paperwork since Sam was a farmer.
Fortunately, he'd done a good job of having nearly everything as lined up
as could be for this event."



   "Do you think she's lonely most of the time?" I inquired.



   "Yeah, definitely.  I mean, she's tries to hide it, but I hear it in her
voice," Kay said.  "I'm really looking forward to our visit; I know it will
do her good to have somebody with her in that big ol' farmhouse."



   "I can't imagine living in that huge old house all alone.  I hope she's
able to sell it soon and get into something smaller.  That would probably
go a long way to bring closure for her."



   Several days later, we were headed south.  The trip went well.  Kay
could barely contain herself.  She'd been looking forward to this visit for
several months.  After the long wait, and what seemed like an even longer
car ride, we were nearly there.



   Nancy was waiting on her front porch for us.  She stood up from the
old-fashioned rocking chair as we pulled in the driveway.  Barely out of
her own car door, Nancy embraced her in a welcoming hug.



   "You two go ahead inside; I'll take care of all the bags." They didn't
argue, but headed right up the steps into the house.  I took my time with
our suitcases, realizing they would need their "alone" time first.



   Once I had everything inside and upstairs in our designated bedroom, I
joined the two in the kitchen.  Nancy had fresh coffee on and as I came
into the kitchen, she got up, poured a cup and handed it to me.



   "It's so good to see you two," she said.  It seems like forever since
you were here; but then again, it seems like forever since Sam died." Nancy
sighed and had a far away look in her eye for a moment.  Remarkably,
though, she didn't cry.  She and Kay could cry at the drop of a hat, so
this came as quite a surprise to me.



   "Have you been doing all right, Nancy?  I mean, with all the estate
paper work, getting the house ready to sell and stuff?" I asked.



   "Oh sure; that's all gone relatively well, I think.  Sam was so
organized, it's practically taken care of itself."



   Kay got up to get herself another cup of coffee.  "How have you dealt
with this empty house, Nancy.  It's so large for just one."



   Nancy sat next to me at the table.  "At first, it was practically
unbearable.  Once Kay left, that next month was so difficult.  The kids
would come when they could, but you know how it is.  They have a life and
family of their own, plus it's almost as long a drive for them as it is for
you."



   "Well," I said, "at least they've made the effort.  Do you mind if I ask
a personal question?"



   "Devon, you can't be serious?" Kay gave me 'the look.'



   "That's okay," Nancy said.  "You know, I've talked with Kay about what I
know you're going to ask many times.  And no, before you even ask, there
isn't anyone yet.  I think it's going to take some more time before I even
think about whether that's on my life's radar."



   "Well, good for you," I replied.  "I think that's the wise approach.  If
someone comes into your life later, good; if not, well, I know you're a
strong woman.  I know that because Kay is too!"



   The two women looked at each, gave each other a reassuring smile, then
each glanced down at the table top.



   Hoping to end the awkward silence, I asked, "Why don't we walk around
the farm.  It would do us good to stretch our legs.  Plus, maybe there's
something I can help with in finishing up prep work for the sale."



   The three of us strolled around outside for nearly an hour before coming
back inside.  I went, changed into some work clothes and headed back
outside.  A couple of the out-buildings needed some minor repair work. 
While I took care of that, the "soul sisters" started supper preparations.



   I had straightened up a couple of doors, fixed some electrical wiring
and made minor repairs on a nearby fence and gate by the time Kay hollered
out the back door to get inside and cleaned up for supper.



   Nancy and Kay were just getting seated at the table when I walked in and
sat down between the two of them.  Dinner wasn't fancy, but filling,
especially after working hard for a couple of hours.  I cleared the dishes
off the table, while Nancy put water on for tea.  Kay brought a luscious
looking cherry pie to the table and cut three pieces for us to enjoy.



   Conversation was light while we ate.  Once dessert was finished, though,
we got back to Nancy, lonely living, and other deeper matters of life. 
Time had slipped away from us, when I looked at the clock, noticing it was
nearly midnight.



   "Hey, we should get to bed if we're going to get up and get anything
done tomorrow."



   As we headed up the stairs, Kay led the way and I followed Nancy.  I
tried not to, but when you're walking behind a woman up the stairs, it's
hard not to stare at her ass.  Nancy is just a bit wider through the hips
than Kay, but she doesn't have a fat ass.  I guess you might say she is a
bit "reuben-esque." Curves in all the right places for a woman of 56.  She
has long, wavy dark hair, just past her shoulders.  It's been the same
style since I've known her?  as has Kay's short-cropped brunette hair. 
Kay's hair has no waves, no curl; it's just straighter than straight, so
she's kept it cut fairly short all her life.  They're both close to 5'9"
tall.  The one difference that's readily noticeable is their breast size:
Kay has quite large breasts, whereas Nancy's were smaller.  Both women have
done well for 50+ years.



   We all hugged good night and Kay & I headed into our room.  It was right
next door to Nancy's room.  Kay had just changed into her jammies (shirt
and pants) and I was in shorts and a t-shirt when we stopped to listen.  We
could hear crying from the room next door.  Kay & I looked at each other
and said, at nearly the exact same time, "Let's go, we can't leave her
alone."



   Kay tapped lightly enough on the door to be heard.  We heard a faint,
"Come in," and entered the bedroom.  The master bedroom was quite large
with a king-sized bed in the middle, a jacuzzi tub in the far corner and
decorated just like Kay would have decorated it, I thought to myself. 
Nancy was in the middle of the king-sized bed, a box of tissue next to her
and several wadded up on the floor next to the bed.  Her eyes were
red-rimmed.



   "Nancy, you're really not okay, are you?" Kay asked.



   "Oh Kay; just when I think I'm doing okay, I have the two of you here.
You're such good friends, you knew Sam so well?  it's just all those
memories come flooding back."



   "We're so sorry, Nancy?" I started to say.



   "No, don't be," she said.  "It's not your fault.  There's no one or
reason to blame.  It's just that we're so close, it reminds me of days gone
now.  When you're here, it's just so great; but I know you'll have to leave
after a week and the thought of being alone just overwhelmed, I guess."



   All this poured out in one rapid-fire stream.  Kay sat on the edge of
the bed, Nancy slid over next to her and the two hugged each other for
comfort.  I went and sat on the "comfy" chair in the corner.



   "You know, Nancy, you and Kay are so lucky.  You're so much alike and so
close, even when you're apart, it's like you're around us." This conjecture
was simply meant to keep the air light-hearted, but Kay and Nancy looked at
each other for a moment and I knew I'd just said something heavy and
profound.  At least to them.



   They looked at each other again and embraced one more time.  The hug
lingered long this time.  The comfort from Kay to Nancy was almost palpable
across the room.  Kay stroked Nancy's long, black hair.  Nancy caressed
Kay's back.



   "You're gonna be all right, Nancy," Kay finally said, "you'll always
have us.  In fact, we might have to consider moving closer so the
loneliness thing doesn't consume you."



   I didn't want to jump in with my bit in this, so I just sat and remained
silent.



   Nancy held Kay at arms' length.  "You're serious, aren't you?"



   "Of course!  Why wouldn't we do that for someone like you?" Kay replied.



   "Absolutely," I thought to myself.  "Of course, don't mind consulting me
in this.  It's only my job that would have to be forsaken, a new job found
and all that goes with a move."



   The two embraced yet again, even harder, if that were possible.  "You
know, if I didn't know better, I'd almost think you were female lovers, the
way you keep holding each other." Again, that was just my goofy way to keep
things light-hearted for a guy who was feeling uncomfortable with all the
estrogen that was pumping through the bedroom atmosphere.



   But in that moment, something happened between my wife and her very best
friend.  They just barely broke off their embrace, held each other apart
from the other and stared into each other's eyes.  I saw comfort and love
there.  There was something else, though, and since I'm a guy, it took me a
bit to recognize it for what it was.  Desire.  Longing.  Passion.



   "Nancy, ever since I first met you, I've loved you like a sister." Kay
said softly.  "You've always been there for me.  Now I want to be there for
you, when you need me most."



   Nancy's eyes, green as the meadow, were glistening with tears again. 
Without saying a word, she reached up and stroked Kay's hair.  "I can't
believe how lucky I am to have you?  and Devon, as best friends.  I don't
know what I'd ever do without you two."



   Kay said, "Here, turn around and let me try to ease some of the tension
out of those shoulders of yours." Nancy scooted around and Kay got up on
her knees behind her best friend.  She placed her hands on each of Nancy's
shoulders and began to squeeze.  As she kneaded her shoulders, you could
see the immediate reaction in Nancy.  Her shoulders drooped with
relaxation. Kay kept rubbing her shoulders, coming up to her neck and then
back down to the round curve of her shoulders.  Then, the next time down,
she'd go lower, caressing Nancy's upper arms and coursing back up to her
neck.  A soft moan escaped Nancy's mouth.  She needed this.  I just sat
quietly in the corner and stayed out of the way.



   Kay's hands changed up their pattern and began rubbing Nancy's upper
back, then returning to her shoulders and neck.  Her soul-mate leaned
forward a bit more so Kay could rub lower.  Kay's never been very good at
back rubs with me, but she seemed to have instantly developed a massage
therapist's abilities upon her best friend.



   As the knots in Nancy's muscles eased away, she sat up a bit and then
leaned back toward Kay.  Kay reached around and embraced Nancy once again.
Her mouth was by Nancy's ear.  I heard her whisper, "I love you; you know
that don't you?"



   "Yes," came the barely audible reply.  "I know.  And I've always loved
you."



   Kay leaned in and kissed Nancy's hair.  She kissed her again, this time
inhaling the fragrance of her hair.  As she leaned backed forward, Nancy
turned her head and looked at Kay.  They stared into each other's eyes for
the longest time.  Nancy turned just a bit, brought her left hand up and
caressed Kay's cheek.  Kay's fingers kept running through Nancy's hair. 
This moment of tenderness was very moving to me, an almost entirely
forgotten witness.



   As they caressed each other's hair and faces, the distance between them
closed, almost imperceptibly.  They only looked into each other's eyes,
never breaking their gaze.  When they were about three or four inches
apart, Nancy looked down at Kay's mouth.  Her hand slowly moved behind
Kay's head, under her short brown hair.  Kay's hand dropped to Nancy's
shoulder.  They each pulled the other closer,until their lips lightly
brushed the other's cheek.  So tender, so intimate was this moment, I
thought about leaving, but I was mesmerized.



   They switched cheeks and gently kissed each other again.  Nancy moved
Kay's head down slightly and grazed her forehead with her lips, then kissed
each eye, the tip of her nose.  Barely touching Kay's lips, she kissed her
chin and then both cheeks again.  Next, it was Kay's turn.  She grazed
Nancy's cheeks again, then moved down her neck, down one side, back up the
other.  Her hand brushed Nancy's long, wavy hair back behind her ear.  I
don't know why I've always adored a woman's ears, but sometimes they can be
so sexy when exposed underneath the hair.  Kay leaned in and nibbled
Nancy's ear lobe.  I sat up a bit more, because I knew what this did to me.
I had no idea if Nancy would react in like manner, but I definitely know
what it did to me when Kay did that.



   When Kay brought her face back around, the two brought their lips so
close, there was practically no space between them.  Then they pressed
together, only for the briefest of moments and separated.  Their lips drew
together again, this time pressing together for just a couple of breaths.
Their eyes were closed through all this, but now they each flickered open
and gazed; Kay into Nancy's green, Nancy into Kay's steely blue.  And then
both sets of hands came up to the sides of their heads and they drew
together quickly, passionately.



   I've seen my share of porn.  I'll admit, the sight of two lovely women
making love, kissing each other, fondling and such was a definite turn-on
for me.  Kay's watched some soft porn with me before, but women together
has just never done anything for her.  She's not disgusted, not repulsed;
it just doesn't "do it" for her.  She'll look at me and say something like,
"You know what I love and that's a big, hard cock inside me." And with
that, she'd climb all over me.  Of course, I didn't mind; not at all!



   But never in my wildest dreams could I see Kay ever kissing another
woman in the way she was kissing Nancy right before my eyes.  I had no idea
if this would go any further than where it was right now, but this was
enough.  I felt a stirring in my groin.  And at that moment, I realized
where I was and thought, "My God, you can't be thinking this.  This is your
wife and her very best friend in all the world.  You can't be thinking
this, feeling this." So, I crossed my legs and just sat back to see where
it would lead.



   Kay and Nancy's lips parted ever so slightly, the tips of their tongues
seeking out the other's.  Once they touched, their mouth's parted, they
looked into the other's eyes again and then it just took off from there. 
They both sat up on their knees, grabbing each other?s faces, they
passionately kissed each other.  There was no hesitation now.  Their mouths
pressed against each other, wide open, tongues seeking and exploring,
probing deeply into the other's mouth.  Their bodies drew closer, their
arms wrapped around the other in a loving embrace.



   The kiss broke off, the looks lingered over the other.  Kay took Nancy's
shoulders and softly, laid her back on the bed.  She came down and laid
next to her, propped upon on her left forearm.  With her right hand, she
caressed Nancy's face again, from one cheek to the other, dropping below
her chin to skim along Nancy's neck.  Slowly, each time, her hand would
work just a bit lower, tracing the V of Nancy's flannel pajama top.  Then
Kay leaned in closer to kiss her.  As she did this, I watcher her fingers
deftly undo the top button of Nancy's pajamas.  Her fingers then came back
up her neck, stroking her chin, her cheeks, her ears, her hair.  And then,
just as smoothly, they'd drop back down, following the V to the second
button.



   All the while, Nancy's kissing Kay back, letting her hand rub up and
down Kay's arm, as it moved up and down over her upper body.  The third
button finally succumbed to Kay's nimble touch.  She pulled away from
Nancy's mouth ever so slightly, looked down and pulled one side of the top
over to expose Nancy's left breast.  Not large, but not small or flat
either; just kind of peach-sized.  Her nipples were small, almost pink
compared to the olive-colored complexion of the rest of Nancy's skin.  Her
areolas were barely larger than a quarter.  In my mind, I immediately began
making the comparison with Kay's.  Kay's breasts were about a 38-c with
quite large nipples, easily as big around as the end of my index finger
when aroused.



   Kay took her fingers and running her hand backwards, let her nails rub
over Nancy's nipple.  There was an immediate response: an inhalation of
breath, a slight heaving of her chest, pushing into Kay?s hand?s touch a
bit more and her left leg came up slightly, bent at the knee.  Kay leaned
up higher and brushed the other side of the top off Nancy's breast,
exposing her chest fully.  Once her friend's breasts were fully before her,
Kay leaned down, kissed Nancy's chin, then her neck, then the dimple
between her collarbone and finally, coming to rest between both breasts. 
Nancy took Kay's head between her hands and lovingly moved Kay's mouth over
her right breast.  Her tongue flicked out at the nipple before her.  As she
did this, Nancy inhaled and held her breath.  Kay came down and took the
entire nipple into her mouth, sucking it gently, nibbling it between her
lips.



   She moved to the other breast, repeating the same procedure ?  flicking
the bud with her tongue, then slowly sucking it into her mouth.  This time,
Kay pulled slightly with her lips, stretching it out and up, then letting
it fall back into place.  Back and forth now, between each breast, went her
ministrations.  As this continued, I watched her right hand, fingernails
down, caressing Nancy's belly and navel.  Nancy, as I mentioned was
preciously round, not flabby by any means - she was a farmer's wife, after
all.  But she'd had three children which always rounds out a mature woman.
Another low, soft moan escaped from Nancy's throat as Kay stroked her
fingernails over her stomach.



   I was sure by now where this would lead.  The stirring in my groin was
unavoidable, so I let it stir.  I uncrossed my legs, giving myself a bit
more freedom and flexibility.  The sight before me, of two women I loved,
one as my wife, the other as a dear friend, was spellbinding to me.



   Nancy now brought herself up on both elbows so she could watch as Kay's
hand continued tracing circles around her navel.  With each trip around,
her hand got lower and soon it was brushing over the waistband of Nancy's
jammy bottoms.  Rather than "going in" though, Kay's hand continued down
now.  She shifted position so she could reach down and rub the long, think
thighs before her.  From the outside, down to the knee and then up on the
inside of Nancy's thigh, Kay's hand continued its cycles.



   Kay moved down and brought herself in-between Nancy's knees.  Both hands
pressed and rubbed up her thighs.  At her hips, she would bring them
inward, almost grazing her new lover's groin, but not quite touching it.  I
looked at Nancy's face as this was going on.  I saw love.  I saw passion. I
saw anticipation.



   At the next cycle of Kay's hand, she grabbed the waistband and pulled
down.  Nancy lifted her hips just enough so the bottoms slid over her ample
hips.  Kay pulled the bottoms off completely, lifted one of Nancy's feet
and kissed it all over.  Then she repeated this with the other foot.  I
looked up at Nancy's panties, curious to what type of underwear my wife's
soul-mate, near-twin would wear.  I was surprised.  This appeared to be one
other difference between them.  They were just plain white underwear; not
"granny panties," but nothing special.  Then I remembered that she'd been a
widow for over a year.  There probably wasn't much point of wearing sexy
underwear when there was no one around for whom to show them off.



   I could see Kay looking up into Nancy's eyes as her hands roamed up each
calf and then each thigh.  As her hands neared the "V" between her legs,
Nancy moved them further apart, allowing Kay whatever access she might want
or need.  One hand came up to Nancy's waist; the other came to rest upon
the mons and pressed firmly.  Nancy raised her hips into Kay's hand at this
point and ground herself against Kay's palm.



   After a few minutes of this tender loving, Nancy sat all the way up and
kissed Kay again.  Then she took her by the shoulders, turned her around
and laid her back on the bed, where she had just been.  It was almost like
watching an instant replay.  Nancy laid down, against Kay and took her
right hand and began to caress Kay's face, neck and upper chest.  Kay's top
had no buttons however, so I wondered how this might go.  I didn't have to
wonder long.



   Nancy's hand began it's downward trek, rubbing over the top of each of
Kay's breasts, cupping each one, rubbing the nipple through the fabric of
Key?s top, in her palm.  A few minutes of this and her hand roamed down
over Kay's tummy, found the bottom of her pajama shirt and slid up
underneath.  I watched the hand burrow its way up to my wife's right
breast, cupping it carefully, grinding the nipple into her palm.  I could
see Nancy's fingers then pulling on Kay's nipples (she was probably
imagining the size of these nipples, clearly sensing they were bigger than
her own).



   Kay reached down and in one deft move, pulled her shirt up over her head
and tossed in on the floor, landing near my feet.  Yet neither woman looked
over at me.  They had forgotten my presence in the room in the heat of
their passion.



   Nancy moved her head down to Kay's left breast.  I could see the smile
on her lips as she saw the size of Kay's breasts and nipples.  Her mouth
took in the nipple and then as much of the breast as she could.  Her other
hand moved around the full curve of the other breast, stroking and
caressing it.  When her fingers found the nipple on the right breast, they
pulled at it, gently at first and then a bit harder.  Now the groaning was
coming from Kay's throat.



   So much alike were these two that Nancy then began caressing Kay's
stomach in the same way her's had been so lovingly cared for just a few
moments prior.  But as her hand came in contact with the waist band of
Kay's bottoms, Nancy's fingers slid underneath, snaking their way down to
Kay's mound.  I saw the hand come to rest fully over Kay's mons and vulva.
I shifted in my chair, quietly, so as not to distract this beautiful scene
in front of me.  Nancy's hand moved up and down, underneath jammies, and
most likely, it looked to me, underneath underwear too.  When her hand
would stop over Kay's sex, I could see Nancy's middle finger moving,
probing the slippery slit between Kay's nether lips.



   With great care, Kay sat up and moved Nancy back.  Nancy removed her
hand from Kay's pants.  The two woman got up on their knees in front of
each other again.  They hugged each other close, mouths once again
exploring the other, hands rubbing breasts, shoulders, backs, buttocks. 
Kay was the first to break their lip-lock.  She pulled her bottoms to her
knees.  Her panties were a bit more revealing than Nancy's plain whites. 
They were a black thong, lace around the triangle in the front, a thick
band of black material running up the crack of her lovely white globes. 
Nancy moved slightly to the side so she could get one hand inside Kay's
panties and her other hand reached behind and began kneading Kay's ass.  At
one point, I could tell Nancy's fingers met at the wettest spot of Kay's
body right now.  She pulled up slightly, Kay moaned, put her head back and
uttered, "Unnnhh, please.  Now; take me, now"



   Kay went down on her back with Nancy kneeling between her legs this
time. She helped Kay slide her little thong off.  It hit the floor
somewhere near the shirt she tossed close to my chair.  With hardly a
hesitation, Nancy laid down on her stomach and kissed the inner thigh of
each leg, inching closer to the object of her desire.  Kay's knees were
flexed, allowing greater access to her friend.  Nancy paused, gazing down
at the wetness before her.  Kay was trimmed, but not shaved.  This left a
fair bit of pubic hair above her sex, but very little on her lips.  I
hadn't been able to see Nancy's crotch full on yet to know if she was
trimmed or fully hairy.  I could only hope!



   Nancy blew gently on Kay's sex and then quickly flicked her tongue over
Kay's lips.  Kay smiled and moaned, grabbing the bedsheets around her in
her fists.  Nancy's two hands slid underneath Kay's butt and lifted her up
just a bit.  Then she dove right in, mouth covering the entirety of Kay's
pussy.  I could see Nancy's head moving up and down as her tongue sought
out the interior of my wife's pussy lips.  When she moved up higher, I
could tell she'd struck gold by licking the clit.  Kay's clit isn't real
large, but it's very sensitive, especially when licked.  She loves a good
pussy-licking and she was getting one now.  How these two women knew what
to do, who'd never been with a woman in this type of intimate a setting,
I?ll never know, but they did.  Whether they'd dreamed or fantasized or
just did what they knew felt right, they each loved in like manner, and
they went at it.



   Before Kay could cum, however, she moved away from Nancy's mouth.  She
brought her dear friend up and placed her where she'd been laying.  I
thought Kay was simply going to return the favor, get between Nancy thighs
and lap away.  Kay had other plans though.  She quickly turned around and
straddling Nancy, brought her sex up near Nancy's mouth while her own mouth
quickly found Nancy's cunt.  Kay had her arms wrapped around and under
Nancy's thighs so she could get at her ass cheeks as well as pull those
precious lips apart in order to let her tongue have full entrance into her
friend's honeypot.  Meanwhile, Nancy had pulled a pillow under her head to
raise her up higher in order to reach Kay's cunny.  Her hands also spread
my wife's cheeks apart, allowing her to breath more freely, as well as
provide a visual like nothing else!



   I could tell this wouldn't last much longer.  The attention each woman's
tongues was giving the other was more and more earnest.  Even through much
of the licking and lapping that was taking place, deep-throated moans would
escape, breathing came much faster and deeper, stomachs were tightening. 
They were both close.  Would they cum at the same time?  Were they really
that close, that much alike that the first time they made love with another
woman ?  each other ?  they'd cum together?  Silly question.



   Nancy let out a loud, guttural groan and pressed her face as hard into
Kay's sex as she could.  At the same time, Kay almost squealed and buried
her face into Nancy's groin and held it there.  The two like-souled, but
opposite-positioned women shook slightly and held perfectly still for a few
moments.  Then ever so slowly, Nancy let her head fall back out of the rear
of Kay's crotch, while Kay raised her head up from Nancy's lovely "v." She
moved her legs off Nancy's head, and turned, came up and placed herself
down next to her dear friend.  Her face was near Nancy's.  They could smell
each other's sex upon the mouth of the other, but that didn't stop them. 
They kissed.  The passion was there, but it was much gentler now.  Each
held the other's breast in their hand, until the kiss broke off.  Kay
snuggled her head into Nancy's shoulder; Nancy closed her eyes and breathed
deep, let out a long sigh and squeezed Kay to her.



   Kay's eyes opened and finally, after nearly forty minutes of not even
remembering I was in the same room looked over in my direction.  I could
tell by her eyes that I almost surprised her.  Her eyebrows rose, as if to
say, "How the hell did you get in here?" Then she remembered what brought
us here in the first place and she smiled at me.



   All during this time, once I finally gave into my urgings and stirrings,
I had made myself comfortable.  This meant slipping my shorts to my ankles,
placing my legs out in front of me and stroking my ever-hardening prick
with my hands.  It was all I could do not to have blown a load all over
myself, but that might be undignified and maybe even inappropriate.  I
don't know; I'd never been in the presence of two women actually having sex
before.  How would I know what was appropriate.



   Kay saw my erection well in hand and smiled again.  Then she licked her
lips seductively at me.  I gave her a look back that said, "What did you
just say to me without saying anything?"



   She licked her lips again and bringing her hand up near her mouth, made
a slow jerking motion up and down while pressing her tongue into the side
of her cheek, making it look like I as receiving a blow job.  I sat up a
little and thought, "No way, this couldn't possibly happen, could it?" I
cocked my head to one side, as if to say, "Really?  Right here?  Right
now?"



   She crooked her finger at me and beckoned me over.  Nancy wasn't asleep,
that I could tell, but her eyes were still tightly closed and her breathing
was deep.  Still basking in the glow, I guess.  I stood up, cock still in
hand and moved quietly over to the bed.  Kay pushed herself up a bit and
reached out to me as I got to the edge of the bed.  When her hand touched
me, my eyes rolled back.  She stroked my shaft back and forth a few times,
then rolled my balls in her hand.



   I basked in the pleasure I was experiencing.  I took in the scene before
me: two naked women, one of whom was my wife; the other, her best friend.
They were nearly spent from their love-making, yet here was Kay, stroking
me while leaning over her naked friend.



   I looked down at Nancy's face.  Her eyes were closed, her right hand
resting on Kay's bare hip and her left covering the upper portion of her
face.  A very contented look was upon her.  My eyes took her in.  Her skin
had a light olive tint to it, making her look tan all year round.  And
soft; it looked so soft.  My gaze drifted down to the two smallish breasts
right in front of me, their tiny coral-colored buds still sticking up at
attention, probably due more to the cool air than to a heightened sense of
arousal at this point.  Down further was her marvelously rounded belly. 
And then her place of joy and delight.  One leg was stretched out straight,
the other's ankle resting on her shin.  This parted her thighs only
slightly, not enough for me to see if the dark, curly hair covered her
completely or if she had trimmed herself up a bit, like Kay.



   Speaking of Kay, she had tipped her head up slightly and was watching me
take in Nancy's body.  I looked at her, she at me.  I know I had a slight
hint of a smile on my lips.  She had my cock's head between her lips, so
she just winked at me.  This brought on a bigger smile from me.



   She continued to work me over.  At the same time, I just couldn't
resist, so I reached down with my left hand, allowing my fingertips to
barely graze Nancy's stomach, just making small circles around her navel. I
sensed her stirring at this new touch and shifted my gaze to Nancy's face.
Her eyes were opening just a bit, her hand and forearm coming down off her
forehead.  When she gained enough focus to see me standing there, her eyes
started to get big.  She had that same, slightly surprised look that Kay
had, "Where the heck did you come from?" Before she said anything though,
recognition sank in and the slightest of smiles curled the corners of her
mouth.  Then I saw her eyes shift to where Kay's face was at: lovingly
sucking the head of my cock into her mouth at that moment.  Her eyebrows
shot up in surprise.  Kay "popped" the head out of her mouth, smiled,
winked and then engulfed me again.



   "Oh my, I forgot you were even here, Devon.  I didn't mean to, it's just
that?" and she stopped.  Blood rushed to her cheeks, I think perhaps out of
embarrassment at what had just taken place.  "Devon, I am so sorry.  What
kind of a girl must you think me to be?"



   "Absolutely lovely, dear, and don't say another word about it."



   "Well, I am sorry; I've been a perfectly dreadful hostess to you.  Your
lovely bride and I got so, umm, how shall I say it?  carried away?  Yes,
that's it exactly.  Anyway, we got so wrapped up in each other we forgot
that you were even in the same room.  How awful."



   "Well," I came back, "as you can plainly see, Kay is seeking to remedy
that, even as we speak."



   "Well, yes," she replied coyly, "but I'm still being a terrible hostess,
not showing you any care at all."



   "Oh, well, I see.  We can probably think of some way to rectify that," I
uttered with a sly smile across my face.



   With that, she brought her left hand down and began to rub the back of
my thigh.  With each movement, her hand reached just a bit higher, until
finally she grabbed my ass cheek firmly in her hand.  Kay was continuing
her fine work on the shaft of my engorged penis.  With her one free hand,
she had encircled the shaft with her thumb and forefinger, stroking the
lower part back and forth.



   I reached down with my right hand and grasped Nancy's breast.  Squeezing
it gently, lightly pinching the nipple between my fingers, I watched these
two gorgeous figures before me.  I began circling her navel again with my
other hand.  As the circles grew larger, my fingertips eventually grazed
the soft, curly, black triangle between her legs.  I released Nancy's
breast so I could lean enough to place my entire left hand over her sex,
enfolding her lips within my fingers.  My middle finger rested in the fold
of her two swollen lips.  There was either new moisture building or
residual from just moments before ?  or both, most likely.  As my finger
began to separate and create an entrance, Nancy's hand squeezed my buttocks
harder.  I glanced at her and she was smiling large at me now.



   "That's very pleasant," was all she could say at the moment.



   Kay kept sucking, but turned her head to look at my hand at work.  My
fingers kept squishing around a bit more and finally I plunged my middle
finger in deep.  Her tummy sucked in with her inhalation.  Before she could
fully recover, I began searching out her G-spot.  I'd learned from Kay
where to look and since Nancy was still quite aroused from their time
together, I knew her spot wouldn't be too difficult to find.  Sure enough,
I found that hardened place and devoted my full attention to it.  I pressed
against it every time I drove my finger deep within her.



   Nancy's breath was becoming deeper quite quickly, thanks, in part, to
Kay's attention just moments ago.  It was time: I placed my hand on the
back of Kay's head to have her stop for just a moment and watch.  My finger
began it's "come hither" motion inside Nancy's vagina, while the palm of my
hand pressed in firm circles upon the flesh just above her clit.  It
wouldn't take long.  Kay looked at me quickly and with her eyes, she said,
"You rascal; you know exactly how to drive her over the edge, don't you."



   With just a few more motions I knew she was going to explode.  I doubt
that Nancy was a "squirter." In fact, I'm not sure I really believe that
women squirt, but despite that, Nancy's pussy was nearly flooding at this
point.  There it was, I thought to myself, and with that, I pressed deep
and hard, pushing down hard upon her clit with my palm.  Her hips bucked,
her head thrashed to and fro, the hand on my cheek squeezed so hard I
almost yelped.  Through clenched jaw and teeth, she just groaned and
groaned.  Whatever glands produce the secretions around the vagina had
complete lost control.  The sheer amount of fluid ran around my fingers and
down the crack of her sweet ass.



   I didn't move any further, just held on.  After several moments, she
began to come back down off that orgasmic high.  Her hips flattened out on
the bed again and she released the death grip on my butt.  She brought her
hand up to her face and just rubbed her forehead and then through her hair.



   As I slowly withdrew my fingers from her sopping cunt, she said, "Oh my;
I've never?" and she paused.



   "I'm sure you haven't, " interjected Kay.  "I hadn't either until just a
few months ago.  Devon had done some reading about a woman's G-spot and was
bound and determined he was going to find mine.  When he did, well, all I
can say is, it's powerful stuff."



   "Boy, I'll say," was all Nancy could get out at the moment.



   "And," quipped Kay, with a devilish smile on her face, "he's not
suffered from a lack of repayments." And with that she leaned forward again
and quickly engorged her face with my stiff prick.  As she sucked away,
Nancy gasped just slightly again.



   We both looked at her and thought she was going to cry again.



   "Nancy, what's wrong, love?" asked Kay.



   "Oh, you two have just been so marvelous, especially in these past few
minutes and all I've done is soak it all in without serving the two of
you." There was a genuine note of sadness in Nancy voice.



   Kay quickly replied, "Oh, now just stop that right now.  Did you forget
what you did to me while I was doing the same thing to you?  And besides,
you now have an opportunity to be a great hostess and serve my husband."



   Nancy thought for a moment, looked to Kay, gave her a wink; looked to
me, smiled and started to sit up.



   "All right; I'll do just that.  Here, Devon, lay down between us.  It's
time for a sandwich."



   I climbed up on the mattress and crawled in between the two lovelies.  I
lay on my back so I'd be "available" for my wife and my hostess to do
whatever it was they had planned.



   Kay and Nancy moved down toward my crotch.  Kay grasped my cock with her
hand and began moving it up and down.  Nancy brought her hand up and gently
took my balls in hand, rolling them around, pulling every so often.  Both
their heads were close enough, so they reached forward and kissed each
other, their tongues once again searching the inner recesses of their
mouths.



   When they broke their kiss, Kay said, "Honey, why don't you do the
honors and serve your guest?"



   "Oh, I suppose, but, well, er,?"



   "Nancy, don't tell me you never sucked Sam's cock?"



   "No, I never did.  I was always told is was something dirty and foul;
that good wives never did such things."



   "Oh girl, that's too bad.  I just want you to know, it's not dirty,
Devon takes immense delight in it, and as for me?  Well, even I enjoy the
feel of his hard dick in my mouth."



   "Really?" Nancy asked.  "You just sound so confident."



   "Look, sweetie," came Kay's response, "you and I are so much alike, I
can't believe you haven't done it before this?"



   "Well, let me ask you something then," said Nancy.  "Had you ever
thought about having sex with another woman before tonight?"



   "Oh; well, you've got me there.  No, I hadn't.  The few times it ever
came to mind, I confess I thought it was, well, I'll use the word you used
? dirty."



   "And was it?" Nancy asked.



   "Absolutely not," came Kay's reply.  "No, no, no; it was lovely; like
nothing I've ever experienced.  No offense to you, lover." This last bit
was added for my benefit.



   "No offense taken, my precious.  None at all.  I'd say the pleasure was
all mine, but I know that just wasn't true, from what I could see."



   The two ladies giggled while turning their gaze upon my cock.  "So,
Nancy, would you like to be taught how to suck a great cock?"



   "Yes, I do believe I would.  The time seems right for it."



   With that Kay took ahold of the base of my shaft and pulled down,
pulling the skin tight and making my cock as hard and as long as it could
be.  (I'll just interject here that I'm of average size for a white male:
about 7" inches long, probably five inches in circumference and
circumcised. Maybe not impressive by today's porn standards, but Kay's
always told me it pleases her to now end.) Anyway, where was I?  oh yes.



   "Just watch for a minute or two and then repeat after me, okay?"



   "Okay."



   Kay held me tight and flicked tongue over the head of my penis.  Then
she ran it around the ring of the head, stopping at the v-shaped base,
flicking her tongue up and down on that spot a few times.  This brought a
big twitch in my shaft.



   "Did you see that, Nancy?  He loves when you do that.  Remember that."



   She returned her attention to me again.  Now she put the whole head of
my penis into her mouth, running her tongue around and around.  She caused
a "popping" noise when she pulled it out, sucking hard upon it.



   "That's cute," said Nancy.  "I think he liked that."



   "Oh believe me; he's a guy, he likes it all," replied Kay.  "Now watch
this."



   I kind I knew what to expect, but the sensation of it never ceased to
amaze me.  Kay quickly thrust her mouth over my cock, bringing the head
nearly to the back of her throat.  She's never quite been able to deep
throat me, but close enough for me to not complain.  Her hand seemed to
pull my cock even tighter.  This also pressed against my sack, heightening
the sensation.  A deep growl came from somewhere within me.



   When she finally pulled her head off, she looked at Nancy and said,
"Okay, rookie; your turn."



   "All right, if you say so." Nancy was a bit scared, more because she'd
never done it and didn't want to disappoint me and Kay.  She already felt
she'd let me down.



   "Don't worry, cutie.  Just try and the thrill of mine being the first
penis you've ever had in your mouth will thrill me beyond belief." I wanted
to encourage her.  And I wanted her mouth on my prick.



   She took the base of my dick in her hand and pulled down, just like Kay
had done.  Then she moved in close, looking at the small veins in the shiny
skin.  Finally, she eased her tongue out between her lips and barely
touched the head of my cock.  She did this two more times, each time
letting her tongue linger a bit longer.



   "Hey, that's not bad; not bad at all," she said with a sense of
incredulity in her voice.  "I kind of like the feel of it on my tongue."



   "Just wait till you get the whole thing in your mouth, hon," remarked
Kay.



   With that, Nancy placed the whole head up to the ring in her mouth.  Her
tongue moved around slowly, just as she'd seen Kay doing a moment before.
She even managed a small little "pop" when she pulled it out.  She was
taking great care to do just what Kay had done, wanting to please us both.



   "Do you think you're ready for more of it now?" inquired Kay.



   "I think so.  It's really quite pleasant.  How am I doing, Devon?" she
asked as she looked up at me.



   "Oh, you are an excellent student.  You've picked up things right away.
Of course, it helps that you have a master teacher.  In fact, Kay could
probably have her PhD in fellatio techniques, as much as she's practiced
over the years."



   "Oh you flatterer.  Don't tell her all our secrets in one night."



   "No, no.  I wouldn't think of it.  We have to save some for another day,
I think."



   Kay looked at Nancy and said, "Well, hon, there's only one cock and two
of us, so it's time we went at this thing together."



   "Really?  You can do that?"



   "Absolutely.  You lick that side, I'll lick this side.  If our tongue
meet somewhere in the middle, well, we'll enjoy it even more then." And so
they both went at it with a vengeance now.  I must say, I was living a
dream at that moment.  I'd never had two women before.  I'm not sure I'd
even really fantasized about it that much, figuring it would never happen.
I think it just took a very special person for my sweet Kay to share me.



   Their tongues licked up and down, sometimes with each other, sometimes
in opposite directions from each other.  They both caressed and rolled my
nuts around between their fingers.  While they took care of my longings, my
hands found each of their curvaceous asses.  With each hand I rubbed and
massaged the shapely globes of their buttocks.  Kay's ass was alabaster
white; Nancy's, as I mentioned, was more of an olive cream.  Both were
sublimely luscious to this observer!



   "Hey, before I forget and remember too late, do you need a warning?" I
asked Kay.



   "Nhh-huh," she muttered as she refused to stop licking and sucking me.



   Nancy's eyes looked straight at Kay for some kind of clue.  When none
was forthcoming, she simply continued following Kay's lead, licking,
sucking, kissing, pulling at my dick.



   I knew I wasn?t long for this.  My hands found a moist, wet pussy on
each girl and plunged right on in, one on my right, one on my left.  They
didn't miss a beat.



   "Okay, girls, just want you to know, I'm very close." Just as
instructed, I warned then of the impending orgasm.



   Kay performed one last near deep throat maneuver, leaving a heavy
coating of saliva on my cock.  "Use your hand now, Nancy and finish him
off, but keep your face close, just so you can experience this up close and
personal."



   She did just that.  Her fingers wrapped around me, she moved her hand up
and down, rolling the palm just over the head and then back down.  I
tensed, knowing my balls were about to empty themselves of a load that had
been building for a long time now.  When the first spurt erupted, Nancy
plunged her hand down the shaft and held it tight.  I don't know how she
knew that was one of Kay's best techniques to really bring me off well, but
she did.  Well, that's not quite true; I do know how she knew.  Soul-mates,
remember?



   Several spurts later, as the cum splashed on my stomach and then finally
ran down over Nancy's fingers, she slowly moved up and down my cock,
seeking to bring every last drop out of me.  She kept this up and Kay now
helped by squeezing my balls a few times.  As my erection began to
disappear, Nancy looked to Kay.



   "Well, teacher, how'd I do?"



   "Fine, but I think you're asking the wrong person," looking up at me
with a smile on her face as she said this.



   "Oh, you're right.  How silly of me.  Okay, Devon, how'd I do?"



   "For a rookie, that was marvelous.  No, better than marvelous?  whatever
that would be," came my response.



   Both women crawled up next to me and snuggled in.  I put my arms around
their shoulders, pulling them close to me.



   "Well, Nancy, I want all your anxieties alleviated right now.  You are
the best hostess a guest could ever ask for."



   "Why, thank you.  I really mean it.  I can't tell you how much that
means to me," she said humbly.  Kay and I knew she was quite sincere.



   "Yes, love," added Kay, "perfect, just perfect.  I think the rest of our
stay here is going to go splendidly.  And now do you understand why I think
we need to move closer to this incredible woman?" ask inquired of me.



   "My eyes have been opened, dear; yes, opened wide." After that, we
pulled a sheet up over us and drifted off to sleep.


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