Grace and Hanzo had planned on doing a picnic but then Hanzo’s brother was in town with his girlfriend. “Invite them along,” Grace said, and so they all met at the park across the street from Grace’s apartment, and they had just spread out the big blanket, and the girls had just opened the picnic basket while the boys were opening the wine when the rain came—a hard driving rain—and they abandoned everything and rushed across the street and up the stairs and into Grace’s apartment soaked to the skin.

“Let’s get you out of these wet things,” Grace told Hanzo, seemingly without thinking about his brother or the girlfriend.

“Yes, let’s,” the girlfriend Tracy told Ken, and she started unbuttoning Ken’s shirt while Grace unbuttoned Hanzo’s shirt, and before the shirts were fully off, Grace and Tracy were kissing their guys’ nipples and moving down and kissing their belly buttons while unbuckling and unbuttoning the pants and unzipping the zippers and pushing them down, the underwear too, and taking the semi-erect cocks into their mouths and sucking, slowly at first, listening to each other’s suck sounds, and then faster and faster, using their hands to help things along, until both boys ejaculated, groaning together, coming in Tracy and Grace’s mouths, spurt after spurt of cum, which Tracy and Grace swallowed.

“I don’t usually,” Grace said to Tracy.

“Me neither,” Tracy said.

“But it was good,” Grace said.

“Yes,” Tracy said. “And now he’ll be able to—”

“Last practically forever,” Grace finished.

The girls smiled at each other and led their guys to the bedroom and arranged them naked on the bed on their backs, head to toe, and then they took off their own damp clothing, taking their time, noting and admiring the differences in each other, Grace with softer curves and Tracy with more abrupt nipples, Grace with flowing blond hair, Tracy’s a rushing cascaded of dark ringlets. They curled on the opposite sides of their guys and watched each other play with their guys’ softened penises, fondling, stroking, teasing, then sucking, until the cocks stood straight and stiff, and then they mounted, making similar “oh” sounds at the penetration, and they smiled at each other as they began to ride, and the rain stopped and the sun came out and streamed through the window, bathing their bodies in warm light.

They fucked slowly at first, their motions in synch, up and down, forward and back, hips rolling, undulating, both making small purring noises, and then they increased the vigor of their thrusts, pushing and grunting, closing in on orgasm. They got there together, eyes closed but knowing what the other was feeling, that avalanche of ecstasy. They opened their eyes to each other.

“Wouldn’t it be something if we both got pregnant?” one of the girls said.

“Yes, our babies could be brothers,” said the other.

“Or sisters.”

“And they could go on play dates.”

“Or we could live together.”

“We could!”

And it was then, still mounted on their guys, that the girls kissed—slow exploratory kisses at first, but then more and more passionate, and then they came, the contractions of their cunts forcing Hanzo and Ken’s cocks completely out.