Part II.
As soon as we get to my apartment that night we head straight to the computer to download the pictures from the weekend at my brother Dane's. As I open them one at a time the memories come flooding back for the both of us. I've had her put on a pair of lacy pink panties, not telling her why. I have her sit on my lap as we scroll through the pictures and I massage her pussy. She cums twice in the panties before I finally take them off to impale her myself. In the throws of passion she asks me what was with the panties. I tell her that I intend to mail them to Dane tomorrow so that he can smell them, imagining her pussy as he jerks off to her pictures. She begins to buck as she cums at the thought. She cums at least three times before finally passing out in an exhausted, sticky heap. After four sessions of her moaning "Dane" and me replying with grunts of "Katwoman", Katy evidently tires – at least temporarily – of the thought of Dane.
I enter her for our final round of the night. My erect cock slides effortlessly into her stretched vagina. I lean down and lick up her body, from under her right breasts, across the valley that divides the mounds, up her neck and to her ear as I dig into her forcefully with my meat. "Ungh," she grunts, "Oh, Chris, I've been wanting this for so long."
"Chris?" I reply. She grits her teeth and nods emphatically with her eyes shut tight – an image of Chris's naked body floods her mind like a film projector on a white screen..
"Well then. I think we can work with this," I proclaim as I roll us over so she ends up in the cowboy position on top of me. I push her shoulders lightly so she knows that's the position I want her to stay in. As she grinds down on my aching cock I reach over to the nightstand with my left hand and grab my cell-phone. I flip it open and turn on the camera. I get Katy in focus, from just below her breasts to the top of her head.
"Lock your fingers together and rest them above your head," I tell her. Without a word she complies – she even lowers her head to her right, letting her lips part and a determined look wash across her face. I take a picture of this, getting her face, down past her tits to her stomach. Then another from above her breasts all the way down to my own stomach, my cock hidden deep within her curves, exposing her trimmed bush. I proceed to send one to Chris and Jim, not telling Katy which one I'm sending. "I just sent that to Chris, he should see it when he wakes up in a few hours." Katy holds her body still and begins to shake as her hips move in tight circles. "Oh and I wasn't sure, but just to cover all our bases I sent one to Jim too."
"Which one did you send?" she spits out as her cum runs down my balls.
"You may never know," I tease. "Although I suppose if you were feeling really tenacious you could just ask them. Why? Which one did you want me to send?"
She slows down from her climax, takes her right hand from the top of her head and places it just above her breast, proceeding to slide it down her body, making sure to go all the way under until she touched my penetration.
"What if I sent one to each?" I inquire.
"Who got my pussy?" she answers.
"I think the bigger question is, who will be getting your pussy?"
"Both please" she answers with a devilish grin.
The following Friday we've made plans to go out with Chris for some drinks. After work I pick Kat up and meet Chris out at Raoul's Velvet Room for a drink. Katy wears the new outfit I bought her. The pink halter-top silk blouse shows an ample amount of cleavage and holds tight to her breasts.
After ample cocktails we all get out on the dance floor begin to move to the music. Katy turns her attention to Chris as he grinds his way down her body to the beat of the music. I watch his eyes and see them glued to her tits, their curves and the exposed skin down to her bra. My cock begins to swell as I remember showing him the pictures of her on Bourbon Street at his apartment one time and the phone pic I sent him last week - the real thing now less than two inches from his face as he wishes he were seeing it without the shirt.
By 11 we're bored with the club scene and ready to kick back for a bit, so we end up going back to Chris's apartment and getting baked beyond belief. Late in the night Chris and I whisper as Katy sleeps beside me on the couch.
"You wanna see her tits for real?" I ask, my heart about to beat out of my chest.
"Yeah! But would she do that?"
"I bet she would. She tends to get really horny when she smokes, and now that she's had a nap she won't be so tired as earlier."
I place my hand on Katy's shoulder and gently shake. She opens her eyes. Realizing where she's at she sits up and opens her eyes wide.
