You've Outdone Yourself, Sam

Jolene started to cry out, "Ah! Ah! Ah! AAAOOOOooooouu" and I knew she was cumming. She tensed and clung to me tightly as her orgasm wracked her body.

Bud must have been having a tough time holding out with all the wild jerking around I had been doing. Hearing Jolene cum was the last straw for him and I felt his legs tense as he arched his back and blasted his load into me.

Feeling him drench my insides brought me to a marvelous peak. With Bud inside me and me inside Jolene, and all of us climaxing together, it felt like I was having more than one orgasm at the same time. Waves of intense pleasure caromed around inside my body from my toes to my head. I wavered in and out of consciousness as the different waves came together and reinforced each other. I felt like I was being torn apart and put back together.

The three of us stayed like that long after Bud had run dry and his cock had retreated from my womb. Long after my clit had shrunk back and left Jolene's pussy. And long after Jolene's hot breath had slowed from steam-engine speed to a slow, deep - if ragged - tempo. Jolene and I were still wrapped in each other's arms, holding and supporting each other, when the connecting door opened and Neeka stuck her head in.

"Excuse me," she said, "but I had to come see this with my own eyes."

"You've outdone yourself, Sam," she told me, mind to mind. "I felt it, but I didn't understand it. It felt like you were giving and getting at the same time. You've learned to play both sides of the net at once, haven't you?"

"Yeah. And it's wonderful!" I tried to be more expressive of how I felt, but words failed me, even mentally all I could manage was a lopsided, leering grin.

I looked behind her, expecting to see Jim. She saw my glance and said, "Jim went back to sleep. We were up and down all night. I'm wiped out too, but I had to come see what new kind of sex you had discovered." She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked to see if she was in Bud's way, but he, too was asleep and had begun to snore softly.

Jolene was draped limply over my shoulder, either asleep or passed out from the intensity of her climax. I pried my hands off her ass and eased her back on the bed to lie next to Bud. There were red imprints of my hands on both her butt-cheeks from here I had gripped her so tightly. I hoped I hadn't bruised her, or if I had, I hoped she would think if was worth it.

Neeka and I pulled the sheet up over the two sleepyheads and snuck out of the room to let them catch some Zs. I briefly worried about Jolene waking up in bed alone with Bud, but I remembered what a joyous feeling it had been for me and I decided that it was worth the risk to let Jolene experience the same thing.

As we approached the door to my own room, the giggling sounds we heard from inside alerted us to the fact that Bambi, Connie, and Janice were awake as well. A bit more than awake as it seemed. When we opened the door, we saw that the room was a wreck. There were pillows and covers and sheets everywhere. The bottom drawer of the large chest was hanging open and several toys were scattered about on the floor.

Bambi, Connie and Janice were all on the bed. Janice was on her back with Bambi's face in her pussy, while Connie humped energetically away at Bambi with a large black strap-on dildo. This was clearly just the latest permutation of something that might well have been going on all night.

They were all so involved in what they were doing that Neeka and I backed out of the room and quietly pulled the door shut so as not to disturb them. Instead of using my bathroom, we went downstairs to Bambi's. I had planned on a hot shower, but the opportunity to take a bath in Bambi's big whirlpool tub was too much of a temptation for both of us and we soaped and soaked ourselves pruney.

After lavish use of what we both hoped were not the most expensive toiletries on the shelf, we cleaned up after ourselves and replaced the plush towels we had used with fresh ones form the closet in the hall. Leaving the bathroom more or less as we had found it, we went downstairs to get a start on breakfast. After all the energy being used by everyone this morning there would probably be a houseful of hungry people.

We were both still naked. My clothes were all up in my room and I hadn't wanted to go back up there and interrupt the party. Neeka could have dressed from the closet in 'her' room, but she didn't because I didn't. Since cooking in the nude is a somewhat hazardous proposition, we both got aprons off the hooks in the cupboard. Neeka's looked terribly cute on her. You couldn't tell it was all she had on until she turned around and showed her darling behind and her sleek legs. Mine looked positively inadequate. It only covered my cleavage and left the outsides of my breasts exposed. My nipples peeked around the edge of the fabric like curious puppies peeking around a fence.

I was trying to keep them corralled when Neeka saw my problem and laughed.

"That's beautiful!" she said. "Stop trying to hide. It's pointless and you're just messing up the excellent view. Just let me cook the bacon, OK?"

I blushed anyway. I was getting so used to prancing around in the buff that trying to cover myself up felt strangely wrong.

"It is wrong," Neeka said, tapping my surface thoughts. "You are one of the few people for whom it should be a crime to wear clothes. It's like painting a moustache on the Mona Lisa. And don't you need to go feed the dog, anyway?"

She reached up to take the big frying pan down off the hook. I admired the way her rear bunched up and the muscles in her legs stood out under her creamy skin. I thought that her comment about not being allowed to wear clothes could certainly apply to her as well.

It didn't take any extraordinary mental ability to know what she intended to do with the frying pan once she had the handle in her hand. I barely got out of reach before she swatted my behind with it. I kept going and made it out the side door before she could take advantage of her longer reach and connect the flat of the pan with my rear.

The morning air was cool but not chilly. The concrete felt cold under my bare feet. A mild breeze from the west was bringing moisture inland and the result was heavy dew. I learned this when I got to the bottom of the wooden stairs and walked across the grass to the garden shed. By the time I got to the door my feet were drenched.

There was no sign of Brute as I went inside the shed. I washed his bowls and filled them with food and water. I carried the food out first and put it in its usual place. Then I brought out the big bowl of water, being careful not to slop it on me. I had just bent over to set it beside the other bowl when the sneaky dog nosed my bare ass.

I jumped three feet in the air, managing to let go of the bowl so it didn't spill. At the apex of my jump I pushed off the trellis so I would not land with my feet in the bowls. I came down about six feet away with my hand on my hips and a glare in my eye.

"Very funny, dog. Very funny." I mellowed when he looked at me with those big eyes. Maybe he was just enjoying the new scent I was wearing and hadn't meant to startle me after all.

"All right, I forgive you," I told him, smiling to show I wasn't mad.

Brute looked at me and took a step in my direction with his tongue sliding out of the side of his mouth in the doggy version of a smile. Then he stopped and looked back at the bowls of fresh food and water.

"Come on," I said, "Make up your mind. Eat or play."

Brute looked back and forth once more and then turned to the food and began to eat.

"OK. Maybe later, then." I stood up and walked back to the steps, my toes kicking up a spray of water with each step. As I climbed back up, I looked back. Brute still had his head in the bowl, eating like it was his last meal — which was how he usually ate. That dog never did anything leisurely or halfway. Certainly not eating anyway.