Chapter 4

Autumn was making its arrival. I thought it seemed unbelievable that it had been over a year since I met Libby. And the Lord knows, I will never forget any of it. We have enjoyed many sex sessions there is no doubt about that. As the time went on, it wasn’t sex. The three of us were in love with each other.

There was never any jealousy or arguing. Sure, there were “rubs”, but we worked them out. Of course, the outstanding memory was the salvation of Andrea. She had some very rough emotional times. When those times came around, she wanted Libby and me there with her. We went through it all together.

Autumn pushed summer out of the way, and the leaves turned into an artist’s pallet. It was a Friday, and we were having our morning coffee. When we get home, it will be our party night. Andrea had the house set with the blanket on the floor and the aroma of some taste-pleasing appetizers was in the oven.

Beer and wine were iced up in our floor cooler along with the paper plates and napkins all in their proper places. This is when we usually plan our weekend. It was a short discussion. With the leaves turning, we need to go for a drive and one more picnic before the cold weather sets in. Libby found some sexy music on the internet, and the party was in full swing.

When Libby reached for the music, Andrea grabbed her pajama bottoms and slid them to her knees. Libby turned around and gave her a sexy grin.

“OK, you have them down this far, what are you going to do now?”

Andrea pulled Libby’s legs and she was now on her back. Andrea pulled their clothing off and immediately put her head between Libby’s long lean legs. Her moans were almost instantaneous. Andrea knew what Libby liked and was doing it well. Andrea’s hot round ass was sticking up in the air and I could see her tight pussy getting wetter and wetter.

I threw off my shorts and got behind Andrea. My concrete cock slid into Andrea and started pumping her with slow even strokes. Andrea was licking Libby for all she was worth and was rewarded with a long, low moan and that familiar growl from Libby. L Libby’s orgasm was intense, she was thrashing around, but could not escape the grip Andrea had on her legs. The harder Libby moaned the harder her wanting pussy was getting licked. Andrea stopped licking and centered her attention on Libby’s clit. Having her clit sucked and licked drove Libby insane. It was obvious Libby had lost all control. It was so beautiful to watch while I continued to pump Andrea from behind.

I enjoy pumping the girl’s doggy style. Once I get a good rhythm going, then grab a handful of hair and ride her until my balls explode into the warm, wet sex sleeve. Libby had gotten out of Andrea’s hold and regained some of her senses. She knelt next to me with a handful of K-Y ready for application.

As I was pulling out for my next stroke into Andrea’s pouting pussy, she grabbed my rod, smeared it with the lube, and guided it to Andrea’s small tight opening. I didn’t try to stop her. Libby was looking at me with the grin of a woman about to go wild. Once my rod was in place, I started to slowly enter Andrea. My hard cock went balls deep into Andre.

I was just getting a good rhythm when Libby followed my stokes and slid two fingers into me. While I pumped Andrea, Libby was massaging me from behind. I continued my onslaught of Andreas’ bottom in full force.

I felt the beginning of her hot juice flooding my shaft, at the same time, Libby’s fingering had taken over my lust for Andrea. I erupted into her with the fury of a tornado. I kept pumping as hard as I could until I was exhausted.

We both collapsed on the floor. We were laying on our backs, and Andrea was tucked on my shoulder. Libby came up and surrounded my limp cock with her warm wet mouth. She began sucking up and down on my cock wrapping her tongue around it. Libby can raise the dead.

Her sucking had me hard and wanting to cum again. I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed a hand full of hair and started shoving my cock in and out of her mouth. It wasn’t long before whatever was left in my balls streamed down her throat. I was completely done in, finished.

Sunday morning arrived with the sun shining through the kitchen curtains. Obviously, the participants of the previous night’s festivities had slept very well. I was the first to pour a cup of courage and had just sat down when Libby entered the kitchen. She poured her coffee and looked at me. We both broke into this wide knowing smile.