"You know," Stephanie piped up, flicking her tongue off my tip. "Not that I'm not enjoying this little reunion, but why don't we move on from here? I'm sure Elizabeth has something she's been wanting to do to Ian for the past eleven years."
"Stephanie!" Had she been drinking something, Elizabeth would probably have spat it all over my crotch. "You're not seriously suggesting - "
"Really? After all the stripping and licking - with Amy's approval, no less - you're hesitating now?" purred Corrine, sliding to our group from the side. "C'mon, girl! You've got him served up to you on a plate! If you're not going to sample this vintage dish, _we _will."
"But Amy - "
"G-g-go for it!" my wife gasped, clearly in no position to complain as Talia continued plunging her digits in and out of her.
"Yeah, go for it!" cheered Talia. "This is waaaaay overdue for the both of you."
I exchanged glances with our brunette friend. It was clear that both our heads were spinning. Suddenly it was like we were back at that Valentine's Day party, awkwardly discovering desire for the very first time, blushes burning our faces like the surface of the Sun.
"Elizabeth," I found myself dumbly muttering. "You don't - "
She quickly silenced me by climbing onto my lap, smashing her lips against mine and piercing my mouth with her tongue as she dug deeply, clenching her arms about my shoulders like a student skydiver to her instructor.
"Please," she whispered as we finally broke for air, begging me with her eyes.
All at once, my body seemed to engage autopilot mode, moving in one accord as though all components had been prepared for the very occasion. I brought Elizabeth to her feet, Stephanie and Corrine parting ways as we both stood up, then reached down and peeled off her final piece of clothing. A stream of her liquid arousal slid down her thigh like a fresh mountain spring, as she sighed from the gentle release.
Then an enraptured gasp was heard from all around, as I scooped Elizabeth up by her thighs, lifting her off the ground, and planting her flooding fjord onto my mast as she hung onto my shoulders for dear life.
For a while there was nothing but the sounds of her thighs against mine, and me grunting as I pistoned into Elizabeth like an overworked machine. Her mouth hung open in an expression of transfixed astonishment, wanting to scream but unable to project anything more than a strangled breath with each movement. A pool of tears gathered at the side of her eye, breaching the edge and falling down her face.
"Holy shit," I heard Corrine breathe, breaking the monotony of slapping flesh. "Just what did you do to him, Amy?"
A whimper was heard, which I could only assume was my wife under Talia's fervent ministrations. Eventually I struggled a few steps to the side, resting Elizabeth's back against the wall as I continued to plow her.
"Ian!" Elizabeth managed to tremble, incapable of going any further than my name. "Ian! Ian!"
It was all I could do to groan in response, supporting our weights against the wall and maintaining the momentum. Everything beneath us melted into fire: the floor, our lower limbs, our crotches -
And then Elizabeth came, her shoulders seizing up as her face contorted in a way one could only describe as a dying angel, a gasp of expiring life escaping her lips as her eyes rolled backwards. Somehow I waddled her back to the sofa, letting her down gently onto the cushions. Less gently, my rod snapped back into the upright position, still hard as ever despite having been dipped in molten depths moments ago.
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