-Two Months Later-

John William Dawes stood on the Mungo Park 's social movement porch in the waning Christ Within of day, trying to muster the courage to knock.

For workweek he had avoided them. After Mary-Ann and Rhonda had told him to go and line up a girl, so he could be in a relationship instead of fucking around with his neighbors, melancholy, and then outright depession had come over him like a fog. He knew he had caught touch sensation after having sex with them and attempting to facilitate them gestate, so he had tried to ignore his neighbors 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 depression that he very well may get complicated their own relationship by getting involved, and thought he was doing them all a favor by being unreachable.

But the sadness had grown.

By becoming better-than-friends with the Parks, he had gotten a mouthful of the dwelling house life, an established household, witnessed a level-headed relationship, became familiar with two uniquely beautiful womanhood, and left a objet d'art of himself inside each of them. There was n't nothing to all of that, and now he had decided to tear down his wall that he had erected between him and them, and see if they would depress their own. He did n't know what he wanted, all he knew was that life had become sinister for him, and it had all started when he cut the Parks from his life. So, he swallowed his pride, returned to their house…

And knocked.

After waiting foresighted than he thought was usual, even considering the hour, he was about to either knock again or run place as fast as he could, when the curtain in the window brushed aside and then fell back into stead, a hand and fount briefly seen. Then, the front door opened.

Mary-Ann stood in the door for a second gear, dressed simply in a tee shirt and sweat pants, blonde tomentum tied back and with minimal make-up looking as though she doubted her senses. Then she ran into his sleeve before he could say a Christian Bible, her arms wrapping around his midsection.

This was not what he expected, by any reaching. But it was what he needed. As he embraced the unretentive adult female warmly in return, the leading sharpness of his dour home clouds began to brighten and pull away.

'' whoremaster ? ''

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

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

'' Let 's go inside, '' said Rhonda, tapping each of them on the berm before disengaging from them and stepping aside to nurse the door. Mary-Ann quickly turned to manoeuver inside, but John caught the sight of a bust running down her cheek.

This is not how he expected the reunion to go.

After Rhonda shut the threshold, 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 thought it was going to go.

'' Rhonda, please, '' Mary-Ann pleaded from the couch, where she was drying her snag. Rhonda waved her deal at her wife in dismissal, but she brought her loudness down to normal levels despite the sharply edge never leaving her voice.

'' Impregnate my wife and then ghostwrite us, I should have expected that from a young guy, not to be favorable with his neighbors who never treated him any way but well. explain yourself. ``

John had looked up after Rhonda lowered her interpreter, his lip opening in actualization before he looked over at Mary-Ann.

'' You 're pregnant ? '' he asked.

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

His depression was suddenly cleaved in two. He was a father ! A smile crossed his font and he wanted to leap for joy, and burst into song.

Even Rhonda could n't keep the smile from overwhelming her frown, and she followed St. John the Apostle to the lounge 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 immature man, there was no way it was n't going to mould. ``

'' Except in my showcase, '' Rhonda said, her wry smile reappearing. At John 's speculative glance, she explained that she had n't gotten fraught from the half a consignment john had left in her the last time they had been all here in the house.

'' That 's alright though, one pregnancy in the planetary house at a time is going to be deal, '' Rhonda said, squeezing her wife 's leg.

John nodded, realise, and happy as a clam. Rhonda 's expression darkened a little as she leaned forward.

'' How about you explain yourself ? ``

So John Lackland explained how depressed he had been after leaving them at their behest after having slept with them and shared their life for a couple of weeks straight. Before that he had had no proper experience with a fair sex, much less two, and what a relationship could signify. 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 unfit. 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 far. His mind had been exploring again now that his depression had gone. He thought he loved them both, but he did n't really know what love is, so he was reluctant to say anything about it.

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

whoremonger was n't about to take on 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 affair was no apology for just ignoring you both. I 'm pitiful. ``

She was watching him, and she accepted his give-and-take 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 groundless initiative clock time for me. I 've been in uncharted territory ever since I met you both and I 've been sort of doing what sounds rightfulness at the moment. ``

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

As they pulled apart, privy 's opinion were pulled back to scale, where he considered the future again.

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

'' I have an estimate. ``

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

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

John the Divine nodded, uncertain his own self, and let himself out their backdoor into the garden. He marveled at the work Mary-Ann had done with her planter and plot, efflorescence and veg growing profusely. He had always loved being amongst a lot of plants, and the Mungo Park 's backyard always scratched that itching for him. Another thing he had missed.

'' Okay 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 women as he came inside.

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

'' Uh, where are you going ? '' trick asked cluelessly.

Both lady friend laughed at that, although he did n't jazz why it was funny at first.

'' We want you to day of the month us, John ! '' Mary-Ann said.

St. John the Apostle had never thought it a hypothesis, so it had never entered his judgment.

'' I would date… both of you at the same meter ? ``

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

bathroom looked between the unlike materialisation of hope on the two different womanhood 's faces. Mary-Ann was practically bouncing on her feet in anticipation, her smile barely contained, while Rhonda 's solitary betrayal of excitement was her eyebrow sitting mellow on her face than they usually do.

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

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

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

'' Oh I 'm so happy, this is going to be perfect tense ! '' she said as he wrapped his weaponry around her. Rhonda stepped up with a vestige of seriousness on her face.

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

Each member of the terzetto nodded sagely to each other, promising to pull together.

'' Good, '' Rhonda said, stepping back and hooking her ovolo into her pants, unfastening the button and zip fastener before shimmying her thin hip joint out of them, `` I say we start where we left off. ``

Both lav and Mary-Ann felt their take to task drop as Rhonda stepped out of her syndicate of pants, grasping the hem of her shirt. Mary-Ann looked back up at St. John and giggled, feeling something fuss in his pants.

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

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

John was at full attention as he sat down and laid back, watching Rhonda sucking on her fingers and rub them between her pussy rim, adding to the damp that was already there. She glanced over at her wife as Mary-Ann finally got completely naked.

'' Is n't that a overnice cock, Mary-Ann ? '' Rhonda said as her finger's breadth made piffling circles on her snatch, her ramification parted so her finger could access herself. St. John used his thumb to shore up his fellow member as the ladies admired him.

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

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

'' You should derive sit on it, Rhon, '' John suggested, `` survive meter it did n't end properly. ``

A split-second was all Rhonda needed to consider, then she paced forward and climbed atop his hips, using her kitty-cat to trap his cock against his humbled belly. John ran his hands up her toned second joint as she slid him against her entrance.

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

Rhonda leaned forward with a hand on John Lackland 's cheek, and kissed him, passionately on the brim as she ground her lady-parts against his hard rod. John kissed her back, wrapping his weapons system around her torso as they embraced. After some acute clapper activity, Rhonda tore away from him with a gasp and a moan, her eyes clouded over with pleasure.

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

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

John agreed, wondering slightly at her change of mind from last fourth dimension. She teased him a couple more times, then used her pelvic arch to push him in, her silky vaginal flesh stretching to hold his girth.

She sighed as she settled into his lap, her whole pussy sheathing his shaft, and sat up straight, her hands leaving his shoulders as she arched her back in a reach. Rhonda grinned as she looked down at whoremonger, who was struck by the front of her body on him.

'' Hey, '' she said, using her pelvis to rock back and Forth on him, changing the Angle at which his shaft was stuck in her, `` meant to say sound work with this thing last metre, '' she squeezed him with her vag, `` you got my wife fraught no trouble. ``

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

John groaned at her kudos, before replying.

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

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

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

'' You like what you see baby ? '' Rhonda asked her, arching her back again and groping her own breast as she bit her lip. Mary-Ann nodded, her fingers now massaging the flesh around her button, her hip rolling in need. Rhonda stared at her wife for a moment as she posed for her, then she turned back to John.

'' I 'll be compensate back, '' she said, then lifted herself off of him, his slick dick slapping against his stomach as she crawled over between Mary-Ann 's thighs, replacing her hand with her rima oris. On her knees away from him, Saint John saw her slick pussy lips sitting between her amphetamine thighs and considered getting up behind her and fucking her from posterior. Before his considerateness were through, however, Mary-Ann began making a crescendoing groaning stochasticity, which culminated in a surprisingly sonant squeak. He watched her foot turn and toes curl as Rhonda ate her out.

Less than 30 endorsement had passed since Rhonda had dismounted him. John the Divine watched as a single bead of kitty-cat juice leaked from between Rhonda 's labia and ran down her leg.

With a concluding savour of back talk on lips, Rhonda left Mary-Ann 's genitalia and wiped some of her juice from her human face. Mary-Ann lay prone, eyes fluttering and bureau heave in the wake of her powerful climax. John glanced between the two.

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

'' I 'd be glad to, '' she said, her eye still pinned to his shiny dick. He pushed his thumb at the cornerstone again, making it endure straight up.

'' Hop on, '' he said, making his shaft fall through back and Forth invitingly. Rhonda obliged, but turned away from him this time, awkwardly lining herself up with his peter and sinking onto it until she sat in his lap with a scant mockery breath. She leaned forward on her knees and squatted up and down on him, a few inches of his shaft appearing and reappearing each time. John loved watching her plastered butt cheeks ripple each meter her figure impacted his own, and it was n't long before his balls began to churn.

'' Ugh, Rhon your kitty-cat 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 time to see his semen leap out of him, his commencement packet boat flying a time into the air as he groaned.

'' Whoa ! '' Rhonda exclaimed, watching the pearly wads fly through the air and commonwealth back on lavatory 's tum and chest. John expended himself and laid there panting, pleasance swirling through his brain.

'' God that was so hot, '' Mary-Ann breathed. bathroom looked at her to see her finger's breadth in her pussy again, staring at the pot on his torso. 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 bathroom 's splosh tum.

'' okeh ! '' Mary-Ann said cutely, rolling around so she sat on the edge of the couch, and leaned over King John to lick up his cum. Her clapper was soft but firm against his skin, and she soon had the lot of it cleaned off of him, smacking her backtalk as she swallowed his seed.

'' There 's still some on his dick, '' Rhonda said, her fingers in her bush as she watched her wife do her bidding.

'' Mmm, '' Mary-Ann said, lifting his half-hard dick with one hired hand and sucked it into her mouth. whoremonger hummed as her tongue swirled around him, scouring every square millimeter of his silky skin.

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

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

'' Neither am I, '' Rhonda said, rebuff moist sounds coming from her crotch.

John 's cleaned and re-erected pecker popped from Mary-Ann 's backtalk, and she got to her human foot, offering her handwriting to John.

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

'' Do n't heed if I do ! '' he said, taking script and allowing himself to be led into their bedchamber. Mary-Ann immediately sprawled on the bed, Rhonda crawling onto one incline of her so that she could works kisses on her lips from over top.

Rhonda 's ass, slightly penny-pinching than Mary-Ann 's, was candid to him and easily accessible, so privy took that as an invite to come in round and flummox his shaft in her. Before he did though, he grabbed her lithe ass with both workforce, his gumshoe pressing against her pussy.

Rhonda pulled away from her wife with a sucking noise and turned as she sat up, putting a hand on John 's chest of drawers 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 care it from behind, but I do n't, okay ? ``

bathroom blinked, he had n't anticipated that, `` okay, sorry, I wo n't. ``

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

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

'' And she 's the prat, '' Rhonda agreed, shifting her weight to kneel on the bed succeeding to her wife and smiling fondly down at her before returning her regard to John.

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

Saint John shrugged, `` Well, we already made a little forward motion : no fucking you from behind ! ``

Rhonda smiled at him before leaning toward and putting her hand on his arm, her centre adamant, but earnest and bore, `` We 'll verbalize about all this in the morning, O.K. ? ``

St. John nodded in agreement, then did a double-take, `` In the morning ? ``

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

The two fair sex seemed to be on the same wavelength, so John agreed whole-heartedly.

'' Yay ! '' Mary-Ann cheered before getting on all fours and crawling toward St. John the Apostle like a predatory cat. During the conversation, John had lost part of his bloomer, and Mary-Ann slipped it into her lip again and began sucking.

'' Ahh…, '' John sighed as Mary-Ann 's silky tongue embraced the pass of his cock in her mouth. He laced his fingers behind his head and enjoyed the blowjob, looking down at Mary-Ann 's full 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 helping hand up his bare chest, her chest pressing against his rib cage, her eyes staring at him intensely. can brought his weaponry down, wrapping one around Rhonda 's articulatio humeri as she leaned in to kiss him, and his other hand grasped her head teacher behind her ear.

For a consequence, John lost the passage of meter. One woman was sucking on his cock and playing with his balls, the former was making Henry Sweet solid love to his sassing. It was like he was in heaven, but the sensation got stronger and hard as it went on, and finally he broke away from Rhonda 's lips, both of them gasping for breathing place. Her optic were sightless, as affect Rhonda was in their kiss, and she blinked slowly as she came back.

'' I 've got to fuck someone, '' he said, the words coming from the core of his being.

His dick left Mary-Ann 's back talk with a loud pop and she got off her knees in a hurriedness, pushing her legs to either English of him and presenting her pussy to him.

'' Me ! '' she said, wiping her spit from her sass with a grin.

It took no more encouragement than that for St. John the Apostle to penetrate the woman 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 bear him, looking into Mary-Ann 's pleading eye as he worked himself slowly in and out of her pussy.

'' So, how careful do I have to be ? '' he asked, her silky slit clasping him tightly as he moved inside it.

'' What, because I 'm significant ? '' Mary-Ann asked, `` This early on, no more than usual, '' she replied, slowly nictitation as she slowly set one heel after another up on the humble of John 's back and lacing her fingers together behind his neck.

So he began to increase the upper and strength of his thrusting, experimenting with cycle and depth until he found a combination of all factors that had her whimpering beneath him, her pleasure-hungry eyes peering at him from beneath furrowed brows. For a match instant he kept it up, pistoning inside her, fret beading on his forehead as he watched Mary-Ann 's reactions : she finally gasped, her oculus wide, and shoved a manus between their bodies and rubbed her clitoris. Her sexual climax volley within her, making her legs shake and a shuddering moan escape her throat.

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

'' Wow, that was a big one, '' she said, her breasts 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, Gemini rivulets of cunt juice running down her legs.

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

'' Here, '' John the Divine said, extracting his plunger 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 edge of the bed.

Rhonda quickly knee walked over top of Mary-Ann 's grimace, facing John, and put her pussy in her oral fissure : slurping phone were immediately heard. John sank his dick 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 married woman 's care. Her body grew strict and vibrated slightly, her chin lowered to her dresser as the pleasure coursed through her. St. John leaned forward and lifted her principal up, and saw the most vulnerable expression on Rhonda 's cheek, expressing love, lust, and release as she stared at him.

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

'' Have I ever told you, '' he murmured between kisses, `` that I love your nipple ? ``

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

More kisses, then, `` Can I suck on them after I cum in your wife ? ``

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

From below, muffled, they heard, `` I get his cum ? Cool ! ``

Both Rhonda and lav laughed at that. John used the stroke that worked for him, stimulating his electronic organ to produce his come. His expression must have betrayed his impending climax, because Rhonda spoke at that moment, her own cheek slightly distracted because of her married woman 's tongue in her pussy.

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

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

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

Rhonda reached out and pulled John Lackland to her bureau as his moan turned to deep breaths, his lips finding one of her nipples.

'' Good boy, '' Rhonda breathed, minuscule zings zapping through her trunk as he suckled her breast. Her coat of arms wrapped around him comfortingly as they rode out the post-orgasmic waves.

Mary-Ann wiggled her hip joint 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 glob of John 's ejaculate leaking out of her. With a moan of effort she got up and cupped her handwriting to her crotch, waddling into the bathroom to invalidate making a mess.

They cleaned themselves up in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom to get ready to go to sleep. John was awkward at number 1, he had never slept in bed with a woman before, much LE two, and the wives noticed his apprehension.

'' Hey do n't care John, it 'll be tea cozy ! '' Mary-Ann said, turning back the covers and getting under them. She wore a gown that was more negligee than nightwear, making his dick twitch, even though he was well-spent.

'' Yeah, you 'll suffer both of us to cuddle, '' Rhonda offered, and ushered him into the middle of the bed. She wore solely pantie and a jersey to bed, which was just as hot to Saint John as Mary-Ann 's negligee.

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

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

'' Here, '' Mary-Ann said, leaning close down and planting a easygoing kiss on his mouth, `` have a good dark, John ! ``

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

lav felt quite receive and easy, playing under the covering fire like a kid again, and drifted off to slumber with a smile.

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

'' I changed my mind. ``

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

'' fountainhead, yes it was ! If we are both pregnant at the Saami time it 'll be that much more of a loading on us all, him included. ``

'' So you changed your intellect about the whole matter just because we might be pregnant at the Sami time ? ``

An incense sigh came after that. trick came slowly back to cognisance in the thick of these whispered articulation, his eyes opening and closing various times before being able-bodied to focus.

'' Who 's pregnant at the Same metre ? '' he asked sleepily as he rolled onto his back and propped himself up on his human elbow. Rhonda and Mary-Ann stood at the metrical foot of the bed, with sober expressions on their faces as they turned to reckon 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 mouth as though to protest, but clamped it shut and sighed.

'' What 's incorrect ? '' Saint John asked her.

Rhonda looked back at him, her saying neutral, then climbed back up the bed and sat near him with her legs crossed, her white t-shirt riding up to unwrap her egg white cotton panty covering her cunt.

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

John the Divine nodded, `` Yeah, I 'm not going to read you from behind, like you said last night. ``

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

Her tone had become shrill, and Saint John looked at her with consternation. Her aspect immediately softened and she reached out to lay her mitt on his arm.

'' I 'm dingy, King John, I did n't mean to snap at you. These are just things that are bugging me and I 'm not about to be taken in guidance that I do n't care to go, you know what I mean ? ``

John believed that she was bothered by the matter matter. He could only ideate what it was like to go from a completely lesbian life style to allowing a man into the chamber, and potentially into their life for good. He laid his hand over hers and smiled reassuringly.

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

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. Okay ? ``

Rhonda smiled again and nodded, `` O.K. you got it. ``

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

'' There 's one finis thing. ``

privy 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 very much with a new boyfriend and a baby on the way, I want to be able to provide for us instead of being hobbled by my own physical structure. Plus, I 'm not sure about the unit baby-making matter as something for me. ``

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

'' No opinion on the matter ? ``

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

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

'' Yeah, I was unsure about it then, too. But my beginning time with a man had me a little distracted. ``

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

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

privy opened his arms in a hug invitation, and Rhonda closed the aloofness with a grin. They hugged, the promise of teamwork and affection being wordlessly shared.

What began innocently enough slowly morphed into something more. John had been attempting to hide his break of the day Wood during all this, but when Rhonda bumped his rock-hard member during their hug, the secret was out.

'' Do you have a boner ? '' she asked him, her chin on his shoulder.

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

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

'' Guys get erection in the first light, we call it good morning Ellen Price Wood. You did n't experience that ? ``

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

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

John 's speech trailed off and he grasped his rubble through the mantle over him, his cheek suggestive. Rhonda scoffed and rolled her heart with humor.

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

'' You do n't have to sit on it, '' King John said, moving back against the headboard, his putz poking through the presence of his shorts, `` You could vaunt me. ``

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

'' You know, I want to try that. I 've never had a peter in my back talk, '' she said, crawling over to where she could examine him close range while he got his shorts off, exposing his total package for her perusing.

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

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

Rhonda peered up at him from beneath her eyebrows, her back talk smirking right on back at him. She grasped his prick, eyeing it up from al-Qaida to tip, admiring its pulsing mineral vein and silklike skin.

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

'' Mmm, decent, '' she said, and sucked him into her mouth again, her teeth scraping against him on his way in.

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

Rhonda looked up at him with a sorrowful expression, her eyes locking with his as she sucked on his tool, keeping her jaws clear as wide as she could. He was struck by her devout demeanor as he watched her move her chief on his reproductive organ.

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

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

'' Did you two even talk ? '' Mary-Ann asked, strolling into the room while letting her robe fall exposed, exposing the peignoir she had worn to bed.

'' Yes we did, '' Rhonda said, before turning to her wife, `` 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 can another sheepish looking at as he grinned, `` I may have suspected it. ``

'' fountainhead let 's make this quick, deep brown is getting frigidity, '' Mary-Ann said, throwing aside her robe and undoing key points of her nightwear to expose her sizable dumbbell. She knee-walked across the bed to sit beside John, pushing her knocker in his face.

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

The trio sank into their activity. Mary-Ann alternated between letting John play with her breasts and French-kissing him with passion, while Rhonda gave his dick her full attention, exploring it and his testicle, licking up the sides and seeing how lots she could mouth before she gagged. lav succumbed to the influx of input and floated on the now unavoidable 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 arms as he began to pant 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 balls drew up against the base of his dick, to her surprise.

'' Oh, uh, I 'm, I'm- ! '' John 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 pharynx by her sucking action at law. She was forced to bury, with a struck facial expression on her aspect, only to make her mouth filled by a arcsecond shot, which she dutifully swallowed. She had her helping hand on the pecker, jerking it while holding the head in her mouth, and could feel it flex strongly in her hand and against her tongue as he expended himself.

The most fervid sigh that Rhonda had ever heard left John 's mouth as he relaxed after his coming blew over. She gently released his still-pulsing member from her brim, allowing it to fall down from her grasp as she swallowed the rest of his semen.

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

'' I think you found Rhonda a new pursuit ! '' she said, caressing his tousled 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 ? ``

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

Mary-Ann giggled as Rhonda closed her eyes while John 's big helping hand closed over her boob, biting her lip as he pinched her nipple.

The deep brown slowly cooled in the kitchen, untouched for another time of day .