Late that night, Dennis drove us up to a farmhouse near St.Josephs,
and said he'd see us in the morning. Liz and I burned up the sheets again, her passion on overdrive. She even woke me three times during the night just for encore performances. I didn't connect the morning's talks with it, or I might have understood better. I just thought she loved me.
The next morning, Dennis looked like a horse that had been ridden hard and put down wet, as he offered fresh hot coffee in the thermos and some cinnamon rolls. Liz just got up naked, and poured his cup. When she handed it to him, he turned his head, almost being whacked in the face by her left breast. For an instant, his mouth opened, and I knew he was going to suck on it, then he just smiled at me, kissed Liz gently, and whispered something in her ear. She put her cotton shirt and soft beige skirt back on, and climbed back up front as we hit the open road. This morning, Liz was doing all the talking, telling Dennis all of her horniest secrets, including the threesome with myself and Dave, which she claimed was one of the most loving experiences of her entire life, as she fingered herself into another come. Dennis reached over to flick her nipple just as she started into the next cum, and she shouted as her body bucked violently. Thinking it was me, since I was right behind her, she came back to the bed, hot and hungry. I was her meal.
After lunch, Dennis took another nap, and Liz spread herself on the dash, then fingered herself all the way until dinner time, as she told me about her fantasies. She wanted to make love to Dennis. She wanted Dennis and I to have a threesome with her. She wanted to be seduced by Michelle, taught the mysteries of woman to woman love. She wanted her and I to have a threesome with Michelle, then a foursome with both of them. She came as she told me the details of each stories hot action. Then she started telling me how women during the civil war would go out and seduce an entire patrol, so that their husbands and brothers could sneak by them and ambush them from behind. She had brought some romance novels, and some erotic classics, and it was clear that she was pushing herself deeper and deeper into fantasy, just to climax. We stopped for dinner, and she started talking to Dennis, but he quickly switched the discussion on to other matters. As they talked, I nodded off.
Liz shook me awake in New Orleans, but the town never sleeps, and we were in the French Quarter. We started off together, but got separated in a smoky jazz club. I had a great time anyway. I came back to the van real early in the morning, unsteady and unsure of myself. When I stepped into the van, I stood still, but the world didn't stop moving. I turned to look, and Dennis was feeding his big, at least 8", and thick, at least the size of a flashlight, cock into the love of my life. Her full breasts hung beneath her as she took him doggy style, and they wobbled with each thrust into her. Her mouth was open, not in shock at seeing me, but to breathe and to moan. I slumped against the dash as I said "Liz!" more out of surprise than anything.
"Greg!" she said, then closed her eyes as a climax took her. I wobbled to my feet, and she said "Don't go. Come."
In my intoxicated state, it slowly dawned on me that she was making her hot fantasies of earlier come true. Several of those fantasies
were very compelling to me, so I decided to give it a try. I pulled down my pants, and presented my limp dick to her and Liz greeted it warmly with her mouth, not in a great hurry, but lustfully and insistent. Slowly the fog began to clear, and Dennis came in Liz. We traded places. The combination of his cum and her tight twat was so hot, as I drilled into her, I remember thinking "I'm going to treasure these moments my whole life." We didn't last long, maybe two more cums, then we all fell asleep in a pile.
Dennis had to wait to do the business he came to New Orleans for, so we explored the city, walking through the Garden district, enjoying the street musicians. Dennis and I worked at odd jobs, to get money for food. That whole first week we didn't have a single night where Liz didn't have sex with both of us. We worked, we got high, we got sucked off by Liz, we screwed Liz as many times as we were able. The end of the first week, Liz went to a strip club just down the street from where the girl flys out the window on her trapeze, and worked for a couple nights as a stripper. She told us she had to blow the manager to get the job, but it was worth it. She pulled down $500 per night, and all of a sudden we didn't have to work anymore. Those two nights were tough, though. Dennis went off to amuse himself, and I began reading the erotic books that Liz had brought, "Southern Conflict", "Tropic of Cancer", "Tropic of Capricorn", "Story of O".
The next week one of us stayed with Liz, making love, while the other one ran errands or explored the city. It was during one of those long, tender sessions of making love to Liz that she told me "Greg, I'm in love with you."
"You don't love Dennis?"
"Dennis is already married. Yes, I love him, but it's different with him. He's a hot lover, but there is little depth. It's almost a purely sexual relationship, except that we talk about other things."
"So it's different with me?"
"When you touch me, I feel the heat, but I also feel your love. You know me, you explore me and my interests. I know you've read every single one of my most treasured books. I hope that things with Michelle are just as hot as with Dennis. I'm sure if she's anything like what he has said, they will be. But what is really, important to me is that you and I stay together. I love you, and I need you in my life."
"I feel the exact same way." We returned to the sex, my rigid prick smoothly gliding in Liz's slippery snatch, my hips thrusting insistently against her rear, our tongues twisting and writhing over each other like snakes. Her soft lips were glued to mine as the sweat poured off our bodies. My hands rubbed the sweat from her breasts, rolling her rubbery nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Her hand vibrated between her legs, and our whole beings joined. I whispered into her ear "I love you Liz, now and always" then rejoined our mouths as the passion "of our climaxes struck. Our bodies exploded in flames, as if struck by lightning, and we burned with every place we connected to each other's flesh. In that instant, we welded together, became one being.
That evening, Dennis told us his business here was done, and that tomorrow we would drive down to Miami. Our threesome was intense. Liz had learned just how to use her body against us for maximum effect. She sucked us, not with the hunger she often had, but with an insistent vacuum pressure, licking us into hardness, and then making us lightheaded, like balloons _on a string, pulled wherever she chose to take us. When I was inside her, it was just as if our lovemaking session of the afternoon had never stopped. I stroked into her, part of her and not yet a part of her, my cock insistently boring into her twat, tight and hot, my balls begging for release as they pounded into her full, wide ass. For the very first time, in two weeks of threesomes, we all came at the same time. I was unloading my heavy balls into her quivering quim, as Dennis was grunting, filling her sweet hot mouth with his spunk. We all shook, trembling for several minutes afterwards.
The next morning, Dennis brought coffee and donuts, Liz greeting him with a wet kiss, pressing his hands into her bare nipples. After several moments, she poured the coffee, and came back to snuggle with me. We talked for hours, until it was time for lunch. We ate, and I drove. Liz and Dennis sixty-nined noisily for a long time, then he screwed her so hotly she screamed with passion. After dinner, Dennis drove, and Liz cuddled again. She was losing Dennis, he was going back to his wife tonight, and she just was not willing to give him up as a lover, without taking her best shot.
It was so late when we pulled into Miami I thought no one would be awake, but Michelle was expecting us. Dennis had called her every day, and from some of the conversations that I had overheard, had told her everything. They were obviously in love, and Dennis had tears in his eyes as he opened the door to their one bedroom apartment on the seventh_floor. Michelle looked fabulous, in a long black dress, slit up to her waist, with the front so low cut it only stopped at the top of her pubic hair. She didn't have Liz's big tit's, but what she had was pushed up by her bra, only a half cup, and you could make out the nipples through the lace. They cried out for each other, running to glue themselves together, and I tried to imagine what it was like to be separated for four months as they had been. They were welded together like Liz and I were welded together, and the temperature in their air conditioned apartment zoomed up. Liz felt it too, pressing herself back into me as I wrapped my arms around her.
