As before, all characters are well beyond 18.
Mark continues to open up. Donna discovers a secret about Julie.
Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his editing and suggestions.
Enjoy. Comments are always welcome.
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Waves of contractions from Julie's pussy continue to milk my cock. I'm vaguely aware she is telling me I had not hurt her. Even in my post-orgasmic fog I note that I thought of it as her "pussy" not her "sex" or "vagina". Why that tidbit should be worthy of notice in the larger context of her eating my former patient's pussy while I fuck her in front of my former patient's masturbating twin brothers is quite beyond me. This is the time when normally I would be having a mental crisis, this time, as the fog of sex lifts and one becomes a rational being once again, this is when I normally "freak", as the kids say, or used to say.
I ease out of Julie's sex. A mixture of clear fluid and thicker, milky white fluid begins to flow down her legs, some dripping directly onto to the couch. I can hear the awakening rational part of my brain screaming at me that this is all wrong, so very wrong and in so many different ways, but this voice is distant. Its stridency is easy to ignore. The animal part of my brain remains alert. It recalls the mélange of tastes I had sampled earlier, lying in the open air, with my cock in Julie's mouth and her pussy in my face. That part of my brain is insistent. I offer no resistance. I simply turn and drop to my back on the sofa.
I pull her to my mouth. I hear her moan, "Easy, sugar." She long ago tamed the animal part of me. She tamed it before I ever acknowledged it existed; it listens to her. Instead of mauling her with my mouth, I content myself with licking her thighs, working my way upward. Our combined juices drip onto my forehead as I savor her thighs. I'm surprised when I push my tongue into her slit and my mouth fills. I would have assumed she must be nearly dry by then. My nose bumps against her clit and she gasps. When my tongue touches her clit, she reaches down and pushes me away, gently, with one hand.
"No, sugar," she purrs. "Not yet, too sensitive."
Disappointment fills me but only for a moment. What in the world do I have to be disappointed about? That is, beyond myself and my lack of control or sense of right and wrong.
I wiggle from underneath Julie. She pulls away from Donna and tugs at my arm, pulling me down to sit between them. Julie's head falls into my lap. She lifts my cock with one hand, cradling it like it was a small child. Her tongue pushes into my meatus, before licking its way down the underside of my cock to my balls. I let my head fall back onto the couch. I'm tempted to tell her to stop. I know what she means by being too sensitive. I'm tempted to tell her to stop but I don't. Her mouth feels to fabulous as it begins to work its way back up the side of my cock, toward the crown. It's the most bizarre feeling. It feels like my cock wants to get hard. It has that full sensation but I can tell it's not. I'm not that old and I'm more horny than I ever imagined I could be, but I'm exhausted.
My eyes are closed. I'm lost in the sensations coming from my cock. I'm lost in wonder that I can taste myself and Julie on my tongue. When Donna kisses my cheek, I'm startled. I tense for a moment then relax. I've known this moment was coming. I've tried to pretend it wasn't. Tried to imagine I was a, more or less, passive observer of this Bacchanalia, but that's a lie. In the heat of the moment, seeing her as a patient who needed me to be focused, needed me to be on my game that is what I had done. Later, still the professional but also a man, I noticed how lovely she was, both body and spirit. I don't feel guilty about this. I was not tempted. Nothing could have tempted me away from Julie, but even if I had never met Julie I would not have been tempted to stray past the clear line of what was ethical.
I was well past that line now, however. The fact that Donna was no longer my patient was a flimsy shield, a chimera of a rationalization that almost no one would buy should this become public. I would be ruined, and rightly so. Or so I would have said yesterday.
Today what I do is turn my face, seeking her mouth. Julie's fingers, the ones not cradling my cock, squeeze my hand. I know it is a signal of approval not reproach. I don't fully understand that, but I put a hand on her shoulder and caress it, letting her know her message was received.
I let Donna's tongue enter my mouth. Our tongues dance, two puppies skipping around each other, saying hello. The flavor in my mouth is too intense to taste her. I share it with her and she grows greedy. When she has devoured my mouth, she pulls away and begins to kiss and lick my cheeks, my eyes, my slick forehead. She growls deep in her throat and the canine metaphor is nearly complete. My inner nerd is never far away and I hear him wonder if it is possible to have a pack without an alpha.
As if one, the two women move away from my body. My hand slips from Julie's shoulder to rest on the couch, cupping her ass. My other hand rests on Donna's leg. When I open my eyes, they are exchanging a glance. As I wonder what they are thinking, it becomes clear.
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I try to keep my distance but as Mark finds his release, I feel turmoil threatening to overwhelm him. I open myself, hoping he can see how much I've enjoyed this, how much Julie has enjoyed this. I want him to understand that I'm a rational, mostly grown up woman who understands the risks. I understand what I'm doing. So does Julie. So do my brothers.
I honestly have no idea if he's getting the message but I do sense the turmoil ebbing. Maybe it's me or maybe he's still just out of his mind with lust. He doesn't seem to hesitate but flops on to his back and begins to eat Julie's pussy. A little too fast. I hear her hiss a warning and he drops it down a notch or two.
