Just a Little Kiss.

Wendell looked at the thing, and, with Georgia's face and slender frame above it, it didn't look all that unappealing. He was certainly turned on, and he'd already inserted something inside himself before. With a reassuring face to Georgia, he finished pulling away her jeans. He did his best to unhook and toss away Harriet's bra, and threw himself between Georgia's legs. Face to face with Georgia's erection he took a breath and gripped it.

It was a lot like his own, warm and flexible, yet firm. Feeling the skin slide about under his finger tips, he felt Harriet's pussy flex.

Well, why not? I'm sure Harriet's done it before. How bad can it be?

Wendell leaned forward and kissed the tip of Georgia's cock. Once the tip touched Harriet's lips, he felt committed to the deed, and gave a big lick from the base all the way up the shaft. The skin was warm, smooth, and had virtually no taste. He opened his mouth, and pushed it inside. He really had to open wide to fit it in, and he slid Harriet's lips down the shaft.

"Mmm. I thought you didn't like giving head?" Georgia, had her head up and watched Wendell slide back up her shaft.

Shit. Well, fuck... Still, I don't hate it. Getting me really turned on.

Wendell kept going. He pushed his tongue into the tip and felt all around it. The faint taste of cum hit his tongue when he pushed hard at the very tip. Georgia was leaking pre-cum.

Ugh. Although... kinda hot.

Wendell didn't stop. Holding the shaft he started sucking, and pushed down as deep as he could. When he got to Harriet's throat, he gagged. With his mouth stuffed full, he retched, his eyes watered, and Harriet's clit twitched.

Wendell jammed his free hand down to Harriet's pussy, and then picked up the pace sucking. He could feel Georgia relaxing under him and he felt her moving her arms. Georgia had her hands under her bra and was working her nipples. Wendell was concentrating on not choking himself on Georgia, and began to faulter in his pace. He couldn't manage stroking himself and trying to work his lips and tongue. He pulled his hand from Harriet's jeans and then his mouth off of Georgia. A thick layer of saliva coated her cock and just seeing it stream from his own lips made Wendell clamber to his feet. He tore away at Harriet's pants and underwear as quickly as he could.

"Trade me!" Wendell climbed on top of Georgia, and started trying to get under her.

"I guess movie night is what gets you going then?" Georgia slid to the side. Wendell got on his back and underneath Georgia and spread Harriet's legs. She was on her knees and got between Harriet's thighs. Wendell was breathing hard, he had reached up to squeeze Harriet's breasts without even thinking. Georgia positioned herself and then bent over, and guided her cock with her hand. Wendell was aching.

Get inside me!

Wendell could feel Georgia's head between Harriet's lips, as she leaned in on top of him. Then, Georgia entered him. The stretching and the warmth were fantastic; he couldn't keep his eyes open. Georgia brought her hand up and started kissing Harriet's neck and slowly thrusting. Wendell just lay there, with Georgia pressing down on top of him. She manoeuvered her lips over to his and kissed him with smile. She nibbled at his ear. Wendell was melting.

"You're so beautiful baby," Georgia whispered into his ear. She was thrusting faster, and Wendell hadn't even realised he was moaning. He was panting and Georgia's breath was all over him. Then, Georgia stopped and changed tactics. Instead of a continuous thrust, she started making hard, firm, slamming thrusts with a pause between.

"FUCK!" The slap against Harriet's hips was loud. Each pump brought Georgia's cock as deep as it would go and Wendell started losing it.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

He was gripping Georgia's back tightly, digging Harriet's nails in. More intensely than he ever had before, he climaxed. He made a shuddering scream, and he shook and waves of pleasure flowed over him and Georgia... didn't stop.

She kept pounding, now going as fast as she could, seemingly to bring herself to orgasm. Harriet's pussy grew tight and the sensitivity was more than Wendell could bear. Just when he thought he might break, Georgia groaned and she pushed her cock as deep as she could. He could feel her pulsing inside him, and Wendell wrapped Harriet's legs around her to pull her in closer. Georgia collapsed on top of him. She was slightly damp from all the exercise. Wendell gave her a peck on the cheek between breaths.

"That," Georgia was out of breath, "was a little more intense than usual."

"I...yeah." Wendell didn't want to talk. He was enjoying Georgia inside him and on top of him. He could actually feel her going soft and that brought him a sense of amusment and at the new sensation. When she finally did pull out, she rolled over and held Wendell.

"I love you," Georgia said with a kiss to Harriet's cheek. Wendell suddenly felt very jealous of Harriet, and very sick.

Shit... I just... this was something very personal and I can't believe I just invaded their... Fuck, how can I go back to being... me tomorrow?

Wendell, feeling very alone, and somewhat ashamed, tucked up to Georgia and tried to take some comfort in her grip.