-Two Months Later-

St. John the Apostle Dawes stood on the Park 's front porch in the waning Christ Within of day, trying to muster the courageousness to rap.

For weeks he had avoided them. After Mary-Ann and Rhonda had told him to go and ascertain a girlfriend, so he could be in a relationship instead of fucking around with his neighbors, black bile, and then in a flash depession had come over him like a fog. He knew he had caught feelings after having sex with them and attempting to assist them conceive, so he had tried to ignore his neighbour so that these feelings would go away. Twice during these past eight weeks or so, they had knocked at his door, and twice he had ignored them, just hoping that they would go away. He knew in his natural depression that he very well may give complicated their own relationship by getting involved, and thought he was doing them all a party favor by being unreachable.

But the sadness had grown.

By becoming better-than-friends with the parking area, he had gotten a mouthful of the home life, an established household, witnessed a healthy relationship, became intimate with two uniquely beautiful adult female, and left a part of himself inside each of them. There was n't zero to all of that, and now he had decided to snap down his wall that he had erected between him and them, and see if they would lower their own. He did n't know what he wanted, all he knew was that animation had become glowering for him, and it had all started when he cut the commons from his life. So, he swallowed his superbia, returned to their house…

And knocked.

After waiting farseeing than he thought was usual, even considering the hour, he was about to either knock again or run home base as fast as he could, when the pall in the window brushed aside and then fell back into place, a hand and face briefly seen. Then, the front room access opened.

Mary-Ann stood in the doorway for a second, dressed simply in a t-shirt and sweat pants, blonde hair tied back and with minimal make-up looking as though she doubted her senses. Then she ran into his arms before he could say a word, her arms wrapping around his midriff.

This was not what he expected, by any stretching. But it was what he needed. As he embraced the brusk woman warmly in return, the leading boundary of his dark national clouds began to lighten up and recede.

'' John ? ''

Rhonda came through the doorway too, equally casual in her appearing, a livid frown on her typeface, but seeing her wife locked onto him, she twisted her aspect until the frown lessened, then stepped forward and hugged the both of them.

John got one arm free and put it around Rhonda, their faces close, their eyes locked for a indorse before they laid their heads against each other.

'' Let 's go inside, '' said Rhonda, tapping each of them on the shoulders before disengaging from them and stepping aside to curb the door. Mary-Ann quickly turned to direct inside, but can caught the sight of a tear running down her cheek.

This is not how he expected the reunion to go.

After Rhonda shut the doorway, she rounded on John ; her frown was back, and her fists clenched.

'' How do you get off just abandoning us like that ? '' she yelled.

This is how John the Evangelist thought it was going to go.

'' Rhonda, please, '' Mary-Ann pleaded from the couch, where she was drying her rent. Rhonda waved her hand at her married woman in dismission, but she brought her volume down to normal levels despite the needlelike edge never leaving her voice.

'' Impregnate my married woman and then obsess us, I should have expected that from a Cy Young guy, not to be friendly with his neighbors who never treated him any way but well. Explain yourself. ``

John had looked up after Rhonda lowered her vocalization, his mouth opening in actualisation before he looked over at Mary-Ann.

'' You 're significant ? '' he asked.

The shapely Mary-Ann smiled a smile that cut right through the tears she had just dried, and nodded.

His clinical depression was suddenly cleaved in two. He was a father ! A grinning crossed his face and he wanted to jump for joy, and burst into song.

Even Rhonda could n't keep the smile from overwhelming her scowl, and she followed John to the couch where they both sat to either side of Mary-Ann.

'' I never doubted it would work, '' Mary-Ann said, her eyes shining, `` ever since we met and got close, I knew I would be having your kid. Such a virile young man, there was no way it was n't going to work. ``

'' Except in my case, '' Rhonda said, her wry smile reappearing. At St. John the Apostle 's inquisitive coup d'oeil, she explained that she had n't gotten pregnant from the half a consignment John had left in her the hold out metre they had been all here in the house.

'' That 's okay though, one pregnancy in the sign at a time is going to be plentifulness, '' Rhonda said, squeezing her wife 's leg.

John Lackland nodded, understanding, and happy as a dollar bill. Rhonda 's face darkened a little as she leaned forward.

'' How about you explain yourself ? ``

So John explained how depressed he had been after leaving them at their behest after having slept with them and shared their lifetime for a couple of weeks straight. Before that he had had no proper experience with a woman, much less two, and what a kinship could imply. Him meeting them and getting close to them shone a light on what he had always been missing.

'' That 's why I got depressed when I left. I thought that ignoring you would make my heartache go away, but it just made it worse. But now, it 's like I 'm back where I belong. I missed you. It 's almost like… ''

He caught himself before he went any further. His mind had been exploring again now that his depression had gone. He thought he loved them both, but he did n't really have it away what love life is, so he was reluctant to say anything about it.

'' Like what ? '' Mary-Ann asked, her eyes fixed on John's.

John was n't about to admit his supposed 'love', so he said something equally as truthful.

'' It 's like I never left. ``

He turned to Rhonda, `` I know that feeling bad about things was no apology for just ignoring you both. I 'm sorry. ``

She was watching him, and she accepted his lyric with a nod.

'' I know how it feels, being overwhelmed by something, '' she said, `` I forgive you. ``

'' It 's just that all this was such a natural state kickoff time for me. I 've been in uncharted territorial dominion ever since I met you both and I 've been kind of doing what sounds justly at the moment. ``

'' We understand, '' Mary-Ann said graciously, pulling him into another hug, `` whatever happened, we are both gladiola to have you back in our lives, whatever that may reckon like. ``

As they pulled apart, King John 's thoughts were pulled back to plate, where he considered the hereafter again.

'' Although I do n't really know what we do now, '' he said uncertainly.

'' I have an idea. ``

Mary-Ann and John both looked at Rhonda as she spoke. She turned from her thoughtful pose to look at John.

'' Could you excuse us for a moment John ? I want to talk to Mary-Ann for a moment. ``

St. John the Apostle nodded, uncertain his own ego, and let himself out their back entrance into the garden. He marveled at the oeuvre Mary-Ann had done with her planters and patch, flowers and vegetables growing profusely. He had always loved being amongst a lot of plant, and the car park 's backyard always scratched that itching for him. Another affair he had missed.

'' okeh Saint John, you can come back now, '' Rhonda held the door for him as he returned.

'' So what 's the big idea ? '' he asked, seeing bright faces on both char as he came inside.

'' volition you go out with us ? '' Mary-Ann asked him.

'' Uh, where are you going ? '' King John asked cluelessly.

Both girls laughed at that, although he did n't eff why it was funny at first.

'' We want you to date us, John ! '' Mary-Ann said.

John the Divine had never thought it a possibility, so it had never entered his intellect.

'' I would date… both of you at the Same time ? ``

'' That 's the idea, '' Rhonda said, `` if you 're onboard. ``

John looked between the different manifestations of hope on the two dissimilar women 's faces. Mary-Ann was practically bouncing on her groundwork in prediction, her smile barely contained, while Rhonda 's simply betrayal of excitement was her brow sitting in high spirits on her typeface than they usually do.

John had never considered dating two the great unwashed at the same time before, but this was a special character. Two lovely woman were inviting him into their life. Since he had never been in a relationship before, he decided to run with it, since he knew them so well already. The rest he would image out along the way.

'' Yeah I 'll date you ! '' he said.

Mary-Ann squealed with happiness and ran into his weaponry, lifting her look so she could see him.

'' Oh I 'm so well-chosen, this is going to be perfect ! '' she said as he wrapped his arm around her. Rhonda stepped up with a shadow of distressfulness on her face.

'' No more hiding, John the Divine. If you 've got a concern, share it with us. Communication is key. Saami goes for us, okay Mary-Ann ? ``

Each extremity of the leash nodded sagely to each early, promising to overstretch together.

'' Good, '' Rhonda said, stepping back and hooking her thumbs into her bloomers, unfastening the button and zipper before shimmying her slim hips out of them, `` I say we start where we left off. ``

Both John the Divine and Mary-Ann felt their jaws dip as Rhonda stepped out of her pocket billiards of pants, grasping the hem of her shirt. Mary-Ann looked back up at John and giggled, feeling something stir in his pants.

'' We were in the eye of getting engaged when you knocked, '' Mary-Ann said with a coy smile, `` I 'm okay with picking affair back up from where they were if you both are. ``

There was no waver : it all of a sudden became a race to see who could enchant up to Rhonda 's nudity. privy won, but only because Mary-Ann tripped and fell on the sofa in her haste, laughing at her clumsiness. Rhonda, after freeing her breasts, pulled John over to the couch and bade him sit as Mary-Ann finally freed herself from her pants.

John the Evangelist was at full tending as he sat down and laid back, watching Rhonda suction on her finger and rub them between her purulent sass, adding to the damp that was already there. She glanced over at her married woman as Mary-Ann finally got completely naked.

'' Is n't that a nice prick, Mary-Ann ? '' Rhonda said as her digit made short circles on her kitty, her legs parted so her digit could access herself. can used his thumb to prop up his fellow member as the ma'am admired him.

'' Yeah it is, '' Mary-Ann said, her own men wandering over her dead body, `` not too big, and definitely not too small ! ``

'' Definitely not, '' Rhonda breathed, her breath hitching as she played with herself, her middle hooded with memory.

'' You should come sit on it, Rhon, '' John suggested, `` lowest time it did n't end properly. ``

A split-second was all Rhonda needed to see, then she paced forward and climbed atop his rose hip, using her puss to trap his cock against his lower belly. John ran his hands up her modulate second joint as she slid him against her entrance.

'' Ooo, I get a show ! '' Mary-Ann turned sideways on the lounge, so that she could watch without craning her neck.

Rhonda leaned forward with a deal on trick 's cheek, and kissed him, passionately on the lips as she ground her lady-parts against his voiceless rod. John kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her torso as they embraced. After some intense natural language activeness, Rhonda tore away from him with a gasp and a moan, her center clouded over with joy.

Reaching between them, She grasped his now-slick extremity, lifted her hips so that he angled into her, and pressed his glans against her labia, which stretched apart to grant his entryway.

'' Just do n't cum in my vag, okay ? '' she asked John, sliding his cock-head slightly into and out of her pussy.

can agreed, wondering slightly at her alteration of mind from last-place meter. She teased him a duad more times, then used her hip joint to promote him in, her satiny vaginal figure stretching to hold his girth.

She sighed as she settled into his lap, her whole pussy sheathing his calamus, and sat up straight, her hands leaving his berm as she arched her back in a stretchability. Rhonda grinned as she looked down at whoremaster, who was struck by the cause of her trunk on him.

'' Hey, '' she said, using her hips to rock back and forth on him, changing the angle at which his dick was stuck in her, `` meant to say good study with this thing death time, '' she squeezed him with her vag, `` you got my wife pregnant no problem. ``

She leaned forward again, so her face was end to his and nibbled on his ear, `` You 're passably potent, big boy, '' she said breathily.

Saint John groaned at her praise, before replying.

'' There 's more where that came from, Mrs. common, '' he said meaningfully, glancing down at where their genitals conjoined.

He heard a groan next to him ; looking over he saw Mary-Ann with a overflowing pussy, three fingers deep and her face intent as she watched them.

Rhonda hummed at the sight of her wife working herself toward orgasm.

'' You like what you see featherbed ? '' Rhonda asked her, arching her back again and groping her own tits as she bit her lip. Mary-Ann nodded, her fingers now massaging the soma around her clit, her rose hip rolling in motivation. Rhonda stared at her married woman for a moment as she posed for her, then she turned back to John.

'' I 'll be the right way back, '' she said, then lifted herself off of him, his slickness dick slapping against his stomach as she crawled over between Mary-Ann 's thighs, replacing her hand with her mouth. On her knees away from him, John the Divine saw her sleek down purulent lips sitting between her amphetamine thigh and considered getting up behind her and fucking her from behind. Before his considerations were through, however, Mary-Ann began making a crescendoing groaning noise, which culminated in a surprisingly sonant squeak. He watched her animal foot deform and toes curl as Rhonda ate her out.

lupus erythematosus than 30 seconds had passed since Rhonda had dismounted him. John watched as a one bead of pussy succus leaked from between Rhonda 's labia and ran down her leg.

With a final examination nip of lips on lip, Rhonda left Mary-Ann 's crotch and wiped some of her juice from her face. Mary-Ann lay prone, eyes fluttering and dresser heaving in the Wake of her powerful climax. trick glanced between the two.

'' Someday you ought to teach me how to do that, '' he said to Rhonda as she eyed his rooster, some of Mary-Ann 's lubricator still streaking her face.

'' I 'd be beaming to, '' she said, her eyes still pinned to his shiny tool. He pushed his pollex at the base again, making it stand straight up.

'' Hop on, '' he said, making his dick flop back and forward invitingly. Rhonda obliged, but turned away from him this time, awkwardly lining herself up with his cock and sinking onto it until she sat in his lap with a shortsighted jeer hint. She leaned forward on her articulatio genus and squatted up and down on him, a few inch of his peter appearance and reappearing each time. John loved watching her tight butt impertinence ripple each clip her flesh impacted his own, and it was n't long before his balls began to churn.

'' Ugh, Rhon your puss is making me cum ! '' he gritted out.

At first, it looked as though she was going to ride the cum out of him, but after a second, she stiffened, and stood up off of his cock, turning around just in prison term to see his seminal fluid leap out of him, his first-class honours degree package flying a meter into the air as he groaned.

'' Whoa ! '' Rhonda exclaimed, watching the pearly wads fly through the air and land back on John 's stomach and dresser. John expended himself and put there panting, pleasance swirling through his brain.

'' God that was so hot, '' Mary-Ann breathed. St. John the Apostle looked at her to see her fingers in her pussy again, staring at the fix on his trunk. He reached over and grasped her leg, squeezing her as he caught his breath.

Rhonda glancing between the two with a self-satisfied smile on her face, admiring her handiwork.

'' You should strip up the mess he made, Mary-Ann, '' Rhonda said, gesturing to lavatory 's splattered breadbasket.

'' okey ! '' Mary-Ann said cutely, rolling around so she sat on the bound of the couch, and leaned over John Lackland to thrash up his cum. Her glossa was gentle but house against his skin, and she soon had the lot of it cleaned off of him, smacking her rim as she swallowed his seed.

'' There 's still some on his dick, '' Rhonda said, her finger's breadth in her President George W. Bush as she watched her wife do her bidding.

'' Mmm, '' Mary-Ann said, lifting his half-hard peter with one hand and sucked it into her lip. trick hummed as her spit swirled around him, scouring every public square millimetre of his slick pelt.

'' You taste sound on him, Rhon, '' Mary-Ann murmured, glancing at her married woman, who had a finger in her vag as she watched.

'' Oooh, '' John said, feeling his dick harden in her mouth, `` I do n't cerebrate I 'm quite done yet. ``

'' Neither am I, '' Rhonda said, fragile moist speech sound coming from her crotch.

bathroom 's cleaned and re-erected cock popped from Mary-Ann 's mouth, and she got to her feet, offering her hand to John.

'' Come to our bed, John, '' she said with an inviting smile, her oculus glittering happily.

'' Do n't mind if I do ! '' he said, taking hand and allowing himself to be led into their chamber. Mary-Ann immediately sprawled on the bed, Rhonda crawling onto one side of her so that she could flora candy kiss on her lips from over top.

Rhonda 's ass, slightly close than Mary-Ann 's, was open to him and easily accessible, so Gospel According to John took that as an invite to come round and stick his putz in her. Before he did though, he grabbed her sylphlike ass with both deal, his cock pressing against her pussy.

Rhonda pulled away from her wife with a sucking dissonance and turned as she sat up, putting a hired hand on lav 's chest with just enough pressure to put a foot of distance between him and her.

'' Whoa there, big boy, '' she said as his mitt fell from her ass, `` Mary-Ann might like it from behind, but I do n't, approve ? ``

John blinked, he had n't anticipated that, `` Okay, sorry, I wo n't. ``

Rhonda was already nodding, `` It 's okay, it 's just- well, so far it 's been straightforward : I 'm the top- ''

'' And I 'm the undersurface ! '' Mary-Ann said cheerfully, gyrating her articulatio coxae with a fingernail between her teeth.

'' And she 's the bottom, '' Rhonda agreed, shifting her weight to kneel on the bed next to her married woman and smiling fondly down at her before returning her regard to John.

'' It had woked for us so far. We 're going to have to calculate out where you fit in. '' Rhonda mused.

John shrugged, `` Well, we already made a short progress : no fucking you from behind ! ``

Rhonda smiled at him before leaning toward and putting her manus on his arm, her middle intransigent, but heartfelt and tidal bore, `` We 'll talk about all this in the aurora, O.K. ? ``

John nodded in understanding, then did a double-take, `` In the morn ? ``

Mary-Ann sat up following to her wife and nodded, `` Yeah, sleep with us tonight ! I 'll realise you breakfast in the morning and we can talk about everything ! ``

The two cleaning lady seemed to be on the Saami wavelength, so John agreed whole-heartedly.

'' Yay ! '' Mary-Ann cheered before getting on all fours and crawling toward lav like a predatory cat. During the conversation, whoremonger had lost persona of his blunder, and Mary-Ann slipped it into her rima oris again and began sucking.

'' Ahh…, '' Gospel According to John sighed as Mary-Ann 's satiny tongue embraced the head of his prick in her mouth. He laced his fingers behind his principal and enjoyed the blowjob, looking down at Mary-Ann 's good heart-shaped ass sticking up in the air as she attended to him.

Rhonda had come over and stood beside him, and softly ran her hand up his bare chest, her tit pressing against his rib batting cage, her heart staring at him intensely. trick brought his coat of arms down, wrapping one around Rhonda 's shoulder joint as she leaned in to kiss him, and his former hand grasped her head behind her ear.

For a moment, John lost the passage of fourth dimension. One woman was sucking on his cock and playing with his globe, the other was making sweet unwaveringly love to his sass. It was like he was in nirvana, but the sensation got stronger and secure as it went on, and finally he broke away from Rhonda 's back talk, both of them gasping for breathing time. Her oculus were sightless, as involved Rhonda was in their kiss, and she blinked slowly as she came back.

'' I 've got to fuck person, '' he said, the words coming from the heart and soul of his being.

His dick left Mary-Ann 's rima oris with a loud pop and she got off her knees in a hurry, pushing her legs to either side of meat of him and presenting her pussy to him.

'' Me ! '' she said, wiping her tongue from her lips with a grin.

It took no more encouragement than that for John to penetrate the char below him, watching his glans be swallowed up by her labia, and sliding in as far as he could as they both groaned in concert. He leaned forward and put his hands on the bed to patronage him, looking into Mary-Ann 's pleading eye as he worked himself slowly in and out of her pussy.

'' So, how heedful do I receive to be ? '' he asked, her sleek purulent clasping him tightly as he moved inside it.

'' What, because I 'm pregnant ? '' Mary-Ann asked, `` This ahead of time on, no More than usual, '' she replied, slowly eye blink as she slowly set one bounder after another up on the small of St. John 's back and lacing her fingers together behind his neck.

So he began to increase the speed and strength of his driving force, experimenting with rhythm and depth until he found a combination of all cistron that had her whimpering beneath him, her pleasure-hungry eyes peering at him from beneath furrowed brows. For a dyad minutes he kept it up, pistoning inside her, effort beading on his forehead as he watched Mary-Ann 's reactions : she finally gasped, her heart wide-eyed, and shoved a hand between their eubstance and rubbed her clitoris. Her coming burst within her, making her pegleg shake and a shuddering moan escape her throat.

John 's muscles were burning and his lungs heave, so he slowed down to capture his breath, his objective achieved. The spell slowly passed, and Mary-Ann slowly returned to wakefulness.

'' Wow, that was a big one, '' she said, her boob heaving as she breathed deep.

'' Yesss that was hot as fuck, '' Rhonda breathed from next to them.

They both looked over and saw her frigging herself like there was no tomorrow, twin rivulets of twat juice running down her wooden leg.

'' You should sit on my face… '' Mary-Ann said to her married woman, reaching toward her with one hand.

'' Here, '' John said, extracting his piston from her sopping cylinder, and backing up off the bed until he stood where he had been before mounting Mary-Ann, and pulled her to the sharpness of the bed.

Rhonda quickly knee walked over top of Mary-Ann 's fount, facing John, and put her pussy in her sass : slurping strait were immediately heard. St. John the Apostle sank his peter into Mary-Ann again, but did n't make it More than a few strokes before-

'' Ahh, AH, UNGGHHH, '' Rhonda vocalized, her own climax quickly culminating under her wife 's care. Her organic structure grew rigid and vibrated slightly, her chin lowered to her chest as the pleasance coursed through her. can leaned forward and lifted her head up, and saw the most vulnerable expression on Rhonda 's face, expressing love, lust, and release as she stared at him.

He kissed her and she whimpered into his mouth as she returned it. King John kept one hand on Mary-Ann 's hip as he slow-fucked her, and brought the former hand to Rhonda 's breast and kneaded it while they kissed.

'' Have I ever told you, '' he murmured between candy kiss, `` that I love your tits ? ``

'' No, you have n't '' Rhonda said, breathing into his mouth.

Thomas More candy kiss, then, `` Can I soak up on them after I cum in your married woman ? ``

She nodded breathlessly, `` Yes, you can ! ``

From below, muffled, they heard, `` I get his cum ? sang-froid ! ``

Both Rhonda and Gospel According to John laughed at that. John used the stroking that worked for him, stimulating his organs to farm his germ. His face must have betrayed his impending climax, because Rhonda spoke at that moment, her own face slightly distracted because of her wife 's tongue in her pussy.

'' Cum for me, John, '' Rhonda said firmly as she leaned toward him, her face and bureau flushed, `` cum for us ! ``

whoremaster pushed all the way into Mary-Ann and came, grinding his crotch against hers in a primal attempt to get further into her. His eyes dropped away from Rhonda 's and closed as he orgasmed hard, shooting injection after guessing of semen inside Mary-Ann.

'' Ahhh… Oh ! Ugh ! '' Mary-Ann grunted underneath Rhonda at each cramp as St. John laid bursts of his cum inside her pussy, which pooled outside her pregnant cervix.

Rhonda reached out and pulled John to her chest as his moan turned to trench breaths, his sass finding one of her nipples.

'' expert boy, '' Rhonda breathed, picayune zings zapping through her soundbox as he suckled her boob. Her arms wrapped around him comfortingly as they rode out the post-orgasmic waves.

Mary-Ann wiggled her hips underneath John as he slowly pulled out of her, and Rhonda dismounted her wife 's human face, which was streaked with fluids.

'' Mmm, I missed that feeling, '' Mary-Ann said, a clump of Saint John the Apostle 's semen leaking out of her. With a groan of feat she got up and cupped her hand to her crotch, waddling into the bathroom to avoid making a peck.

They cleaned themselves up in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom to get prepare to go to slumber. Saint John the Apostle was awkward at first, he had never slept in bed with a fair sex before, much lupus erythematosus two, and the wives noticed his apprehension.

'' Hey do n't concern toilet, it 'll be informal ! '' Mary-Ann said, turning back the cover charge and getting under them. She wore a nightie that was more negligee than sleepwear, making his dick vellication, even though he was well-spent.

'' Yeah, you 'll have both of us to cuddle, '' Rhonda offered, and ushered him into the midsection of the bed. She wore merely panties and a T-shirt to bed, which was just as hot to John as Mary-Ann 's negligee.

'' You want me between you ? '' he asked, slowly sliding into the bed.

'' We 'll ease up it a shot, see how it works, '' Rhonda said, sliding in after him.

'' Here, '' Mary-Ann said, leaning close and planting a soft kiss on his lips, `` have a good night, John ! ``

Rhonda kissed him too, and then leaned over him to snog her wife, then turned out the igniter. In the darkness, they both came close to him under the covers, entwining their limbs with his, experimenting, giggling like teenagers.

John felt quite welcome and well-heeled, playing under the covers like a kid again, and drifted off to sleep with a smile.

'' wellspring last time you seemed like you did. ``

'' I changed my psyche. ``

'' Just like that ? I hope it was n't because of me ! ``

'' fountainhead, yes it was ! If we are both pregnant at the Sami fourth dimension it 'll be that much More of a burden on us all, him included. ``

'' So you changed your nous about the whole thing just because we might be fraught at the same fourth dimension ? ``

An exasperated sigh came after that. John came slowly back to consciousness in the midst of these whispered part, his eyes opening and closing several fourth dimension before being able to focus.

'' Who 's pregnant at the same time ? '' he asked sleepily as he rolled onto his back and propped himself up on his human elbow. Rhonda and Mary-Ann stood at the foot of the bed, with good expressions on their faces as they turned to look at him.

'' Well, '' Mary-Ann said pointedly, `` I think I 'll go put some coffee on, '' and quickly strode out of the room.

Rhonda opened her oral cavity as though to resist, but clamped it shut and sighed.

'' What 's wrong ? '' King John asked her.

Rhonda looked back at him, her reflexion neutral, then climbed back up the bed and sat near him with her peg crossed, her white jersey riding up to let on her flannel cotton panties covering her pussycat.

'' If we 're going to be dating, there are going to be some convention in the bedroom. ``

John nodded, `` Yeah, I 'm not going to take you from behind, like you said stopping point night. ``

'' There 's more, '' Rhonda said, her eyes darting around, `` no missionary, and none of that porno stuff that makes the woman submit. I 've been the top in this house since we bought it, and just because I 'm letting you penetrate me does n't intend you 're the 'man of the house'. ``

Her tone had become abrupt, and lav looked at her with alarm. Her expression immediately softened and she reached out to lay her hand on his arm.

'' I 'm sorry, lav, I did n't mean to shoot at you. These are just things that are bugging me and I 'm not about to be taken in directions that I do n't care to go, you know what I mean ? ``

John believed that she was bothered by the subject issue. He could only conceive of what it was like to go from a completely Lesbian modus vivendi to allowing a man into the bedroom, and potentially into their life for honest. He laid his hand over hers and smiled reassuringly.

'' I get it Rhon, and I 'll abide by your bounds. You have my word. ``

She smiled with relief at his understanding, `` Thank you. ``

'' I should lay down one boundary of my own though, something I 'm not going to do. ``

Her brow rose questioningly.

'' You do n't get to put anything up my ass. It 's not my matter. OK ? ``

Rhonda smiled again and nodded, `` Okay you got it. ``

John held out his hand for her to shake, and she took it, `` It 's a deal. ``

'' There 's one cobbler's last thing. ``

John the Evangelist looked at her, patiently waiting for her to express herself as she fidgeted.

'' I do n't want you to get me pregnant. It 's just going to be too much with a new boyfriend and a babe on the way, I want to be able-bodied to supply for us instead of being hobbled by my own dead body. Plus, I 'm not trusted about the whole baby-making thing as something for me. ``

John nodded, her rushing words were sensible. Rhonda kept looking at him as though he would want to disagree with her. Finally she spoke again.

'' No thoughts on the thing ? ``

He blinked, then spoke, `` Well, given your feelings, it 's a commodity thing my first load did n't work ! ``

She laughed out loud at that, her grinning lighting up the room. John found that he loved it when dangerous Rhonda grinned and laughed.

'' Yeah, I was uncertain about it then, too. But my get-go time with a man had me a little perturb. ``

'' I could tell, '' Saint John said, `` We 'll get it all sorted out. Is n't that what dating is for ? ``

She nodded, `` Yeah. I 'm so glad you 're so understanding. ``

John opened his blazonry in a hug invitation, and Rhonda closed the length with a smile. They hugged, the promise of teamwork and affection being wordlessly shared.

What began innocently enough slowly morphed into something more. can had been attempting to hide his morning Wood during all this, but when Rhonda bumped his rock-hard penis during their hug, the arcanum was out.

'' Do you suffer a boner ? '' she asked him, her Chin on his shoulder.

'' Yes. Morning Wood. '' he replied.

'' What ? '' Rhonda withdrew from the hug and looked at him closely.

'' hombre get erections in the morning, we call it morning wood. You did n't know that ? ``

Rhonda shook her head with an diverted expression, `` No I did n't. It 's something that just happens ? ``

'' Yup. Ca n't do a thing about it. Well… ''

John 's words trailed off and he grasped his rubble through the blanket over him, his face suggestive. Rhonda scoffed and rolled her eyes with humor.

'' Did n't we just sing about not getting me pregnant ? ``

'' You do n't have to sit on it, '' John said, moving back against the headboard, his gumshoe poking through the front of his short circuit, `` You could blow me. ``

Her eyes darted around nervously as she caught the conception and turned it around in her nous, before her eyes settled back at John, resolute.

'' You know, I want to try that. I 've never had a peter in my mouth, '' she said, crawling over to where she could examine him close cooking stove while he got his drawers off, exposing his integral package for her poring over.

'' You know, I do n't cerebrate I realized that your balls were this big, '' Rhonda said with a slight fascination as she gently caressed his testicles.

'' Plenty enough cum to go around, '' lav said with a smirk.

Rhonda peered up at him from beneath her brow, her oral fissure smirking right back at him. She grasped his quill, eyeing it up from radix to tip, admiring its pulsing veins and silky skin.

Delicately she opened her oral fissure and placed his cock-head on her tongue and closed her lips around it, her tongue wetly feeling his contours. He sighed in pleasure at her actions as she drew him from between her lips, which stretched around his cock-head until it came free with a kissing sound.

'' Mmm, overnice, '' she said, and sucked him into her oral cavity again, her teeth scraping against him on his way in.

'' Uh, no tooth, please. '' whoremonger said firmly.

Rhonda looked up at him with a sorrowful saying, her eyes locking with his as she sucked on his putz, keeping her jaws undefended as all-embracing as she could. He was struck by her solemn demeanour as he watched her move her head on his reproductive organ.

'' Coffee 's set ! '' Mary-Ann said, poking her head into the sleeping room. Her expression immediately flashed to one of surprisal, then over to one of jealousy, then finally landing in coy playfulness as she saw what was transpiring.

Rhonda came off of John Lackland with a wet pop as his dick left her mouth, and looked around scandalized at her wif, her own saliva streaking her ower face.

'' Did you two even utter ? '' Mary-Ann asked, strolling into the room while letting her robe autumn open, exposing the negligee she had worn to bed.

'' Yes we did, '' Rhonda said, before turning to her married woman, `` hey, is 'morning wood'a matter ? ``

Mary-Ann laughed and nodded, `` Yes it is, what you thought he was trying to fool you ? ``

Rhonda gave John another sheepish smell as he grinned, `` I may get suspected it. ``

'' Well let 's make this quick, coffee is getting coldness, '' Mary-Ann said, throwing aside her gown and unwrap key tip of her nightwear to expose her hefty boobs. She knee-walked across the bed to sit beside John, pushing her boobs in his face.

'' Oh, you 're too dependable to me, '' John said, reaching up with one hired hand to palm one of her breasts, as he looked up into her smiling face.

The trio sank into their actions. Mary-Ann alternated between letting John play with her breasts and French-kissing him with passion, while Rhonda gave his tool her full attention, exploring it and his balls, licking up the sides and seeing how practically she could verbalise before she gagged. John succumbed to the inflow of stimulant and floated on the now inescapable road to pleasure.

Finally he was pushed over the edge, and moaned into Mary-Ann 's right boob in the middle of suckling. She held him to her with both blazon as he began to heave in orgasmic fervor. Rhonda realized that he was actually swelling in her mouth, and knew he was close to bursting, so she renewed sucking on him. His testis drew up against the base of his dick, to her surprise.

'' Oh, uh, I 'm, I'm- ! '' John Lackland said before groaning into Mary-Ann 's bosom.

In the millisecond before he groaned, hot fluid streaked out of him and into Rhonda 's mouth, drawn straight back and down her throat by her blow activity. She was forced to bury, with a struck formula on her face, only to have her mouth filled by a second shot, which she dutifully swallowed. She had her handwriting on the shaft, jerking it while holding the head in her mouth, and could feel it flex strongly in her hand and against her knife as he expended himself.

The most fervent sigh that Rhonda had ever heard left Gospel According to John 's mouth as he relaxed after his climax blew over. She gently released his still-pulsing extremity from her lips, allowing it to fall from her clutch as she swallowed the eternal sleep of his seed.

'' I had forgotten, he tastes so right ! '' Rhonda gushed, feeling in the corners of her mouth for more that she had missed. Mary-Ann laughed and looked down at St. John, collapsed against the headboard.

'' I think you found Rhonda a new sideline ! '' she said, caressing his rumpled hair.

He nodded, still panting, `` I 'm good with it. ``

Rhonda got up deftly and worked her jaw, still savoring his taste as she came over to sit beside him and her wife. As she sat down, she looked at his crotch.

'' Uhm, why are you still hard ? ``

John looked up at her and smiled coyly before sliding a hand up her shirt, `` I do n't fuck, why am I still hard ? ``

Mary-Ann giggled as Rhonda closed her center while St. John 's big hand closed over her breast, biting her lip as he pinched her teat.

The coffee slowly cooled in the kitchen, untouched for another hour .