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"I need you in me now, Cal," she growled in my ear. "We have plenty of time for other stuff later. I need you to take me now. I need, baby. Please don't make me wait."

She rolled off me and I slid up over her. I felt her heat and wetness against the head of my cock and she thrust upward, seeking my hardness with almost desperation. She groaned as I found her entrance and begin to sink into her. "God, Calloway, I've waited so long for this. Easy, baby, you're really thick. That's it."

I backed off a little and it took a dozen strokes to get fully inside her tightness. She felt like a 16-year-old virgin. I knew that she had been with a lot of men and remembered what Sylvia told me about women not stretching and staying that way. Addie sure wasn't stretched. As I watched, I could see her lips clinging to my cock as it withdrew and sinking inward with each forward motion. It felt like I was going to turn her inside out. It took her a few minutes to get comfortable. Once she did, it was as if a switch was turned on and she went into overdrive. She got vocal and her hips began to pound up into me. I don't think it took her a dozen strokes to start cumming. There was nothing quiet about Addie.

She groaned as if she was dying and then screamed as her body stiffened and she exploded, writhing like a boa constrictor, her arms and legs wrapped around me. It was a good thing she had a hair trigger, because twenty years of waiting, having dreams about her, being around her, tantalizingly near and yet always just out of reach, had me boiling in record time. I was about to cum and I warned her.

"Oh, God, yes," she cried out. "Fuck me, Cal! Oh, my God! I've waited for so long! Cum in me Cal, fill me up. Oh, God, Oh my God, yes!" She came again, thrusting up at me in a frenzy of lust and screaming out her ecstasy as I jetted streams of cum into her. We relaxed for a minute and then she jumped up. "Be right back, love," she said. She went into the bathroom and I heard the water running. She came back, drying her pussy with a hand towel and carrying a wet, warm washcloth. She cleaned me up and grinned a mischievous grin. "I'll bet we taste good, but you came buckets, Cal. I'll suck you clean when we're not quite so messy."

My dormant member gave a twitch and she swooped down, taking it completely inside the hot cavern of her mouth. I relaxed and let her have her way with me. She wasn't as good as Sylvia was, but she was damn good. I began to stiffen and she gagged and pulled back. She chuckled. "I've never been able to do deep throat. Syl can, I know, so I'm going to have to get her to teach me." She went back to work and I needed to taste her.

I tugged on her, pulling her toward me and she moved around, straddling my face and giving me access to that beautiful pussy. She moaned around my cock as I gave it a swipe with my tongue. It was nearly perfect. Pale pink lips gave way to a deeper pink inside, her lips slightly swollen and her clit was fully engorged. I peeled back the hood a bit and poked it with my tongue. She quivered, jerked and moaned again. Her smell was a narcotic, and she tasted amazing. There was a faint hint of soap at first from her cleaning efforts, but that was flooded away with a tangy honey flavor almost immediately. I reached around and buried my fingers in the firm, round flesh of that tight ass and spread her cheeks a bit, exposing her little rosebud. I flicked at it with my tongue, getting it wet and using some of her nectar to make it slippery.

I went to work on her clit, pulling it with my lips and working it firmly with my stiffened tongue. She began a slow writhe and she trembled. That trembling built and she was moaning non-stop around my cock, now. I could feel her tension building as she climbed toward a peak, her muscles beginning to tighten as it built. I could tell she was on the brink, every nerve in her as tightly wound as a clock spring. She was trembling like a sapling in a high wind and I sank one finger into her tight little ass. She jerked her mouth off my cock and screamed again as the tension broke and she went wild. I had trouble keeping contact with her as she bucked and spasmed, her orgasm cresting and sweeping her away. I pulled her tightly to me and lashed her clit with my tongue, using my free hand to push one, and then two, fingers inside her tight little pussy. She shrieked and went off again, thrusting against my fingers at first until she began to struggle to get away. I held her tightly and continued to attack that little pussy like a dog after a bone.

"Stop! Stop, Cal, oh my God, please! I can't... please, Cal, please!" She twisted frantically and I let her escape. She flopped onto the bed beside me, face down and panting. "Jesus Christ, Calloway! Were you trying to kill me?" she gasped.

We rested and I held her as we caught our breath. As our pulses slowed, I became aware of things around me. I could hear sounds. Sylvia has always been a very vocal lover and she was obviously cumming like a bomb. Her mewling cries of ecstasy were very audible and it sent a chill through me. There is something about hearing your woman give tongue to her pleasure in the arms of another man that diminishes the soul. I had never heard a more frightening sound. I had heard it many times, but it had been in my arms and I was the one wringing that orgasmic sound from her. Tears sprang, unbidden, to my eyes. What were we doing? I loved Addie. I knew I did, but Sylvia was the most precious thing in the world to me and at that moment, I knew I was losing her. This had been a colossal blunder! I should never have agreed to it.

I turned to my side, facing away from Addie. I couldn't bear to look at her and the sounds went on and on. She spooned up against me and she must have sensed something amiss. Her face peeked up over my shoulder and she looked at my expression. That one look must have told the story. She wailed softly, an anguished sound of dismay.

"No, Cal, no! It's okay." She rolled me over and slid on top of me. "Calloway," her lips sought mine. "Cal, it's not like that! She's not leaving you. You're not losing her. She did this for me, for us. Don't listen, Cal! Look at me. Listen to me. It's going to be okay. Trust her. Trust me. It's okay. Don't read anything into anything. Just wait and see what happens. I promise you that we'll all be okay. Please, Cal, I love you. I won't let you get hurt. I won't let anything happen to you and Sylvia. Make love to me now. Let me show you."

She moved up and fed me one luscious strawberry nipple. My anxiety slowly faded and as our passion grew, I was once more immersed in the sensuous creature that was Addison Taylor. I rolled her under me, flipping her onto her stomach. She arched her back, shoving her exquisite ass back into me and pulled her knees up under her, offering me her pussy from behind. I eased into her, making her gasp and moan. I slowly built up to a driving rhythm and she began to climb the mountain. I think she came twice before she pulled herself forward, away from my impaling member and pushed me over. "Let me," she panted. She swung aboard, seating my cock into her steaming opening and impaling herself again.

God, she was athletic! She rode me like a pony, her amazing breasts bouncing and giving me one of the most erotic visuals that I'd ever seen. My best friend since elementary school, the little redhead, all grown up into this amazing seductress riding my cock and loving it. At that moment, I realized that Sylvia had been right. I loved Addison Taylor. I always had and I always would. I pulled her down for a kiss and her big breasts crushed against my chest, the erect nipples scraping against mine in a sensuous dance of love. Her supple hips pumped like pistons and I ran my hands down her back to clutch the firm globes of her ass. I held her still and began to pump up into her. She gasped into my mouth and I drove up into the volcanic heat of her little pussy. She began to moan and gasp as her orgasm rolled over her and I kept pounding into her as she came, repeatedly. Finally, our rhythm broke and I slipped out, making several thrusts just rubbing between her pussy lips. She was limp against me, exhausted with her effort. I wasn't done with her.

I rolled her off me, face down on the bed beside me. She was as limp as a noodle. I straddled her legs as she, wearily, attempted to pull her knees up to a doggy position. I pulled on her ankles, stretching her out flat and mounted her, pushing between the cheeks of that amazing ass, between her thighs and into her heat.

"Again?" she gasped. "Cal, I don't think... oh, Jesus, Cal, oh no, oh my God, Cal! It's so deep!"

I drove into her, pinning her like a butterfly in a collection and she sobbed in her chest. I could feel my cock bump the back of her pussy and she groaned as I held there, fully embedded in her. I began to pound into her, watching her ass quiver and bounce under me.

"Oh, my God, you're going to make me cum some more!" she groaned. "Oh my God, Cal! Oh, my God, oh, my God! Please Cal! You're fucking me so hard! Please, Cal! Cum, baby, I can't take any more!"

I continued to pound her, her cries and groans constant as she continued to orgasm, one rolling into another as she sobbed and wept in her sexual ecstasy. "Please, Cal, pleas cum," she begged. "You're hurting me, please cum!" I didn't want that, but the sound of her sobbing out her orgasms and the sight of her face, turned to the side in a rictus of orgasmic pleasure, drove me over the edge and I filled her with what I had left. She came one last time with a shriek as she felt me squirt and we collapsed. I lay on her and held her spectacular body closely as she shuddered and shook, sobbing and quivering with post-orgasmic contractions around my softening cock inside her. I slowly withdrew and she groaned. I fell to the bed beside her and gathered her into my arms, her beautiful tear streaked face before me. I kissed her until her sobbing stilled and held her tightly.

"Jesus, Calloway," she breathed. "You destroyed me!" her breath caught in a little sob. "I'm so in love with you. Please don't say we can't do this again. We'll find a way baby. Just trust us. We'll make it work. Do you love me, Cal?"

I kissed away her doubts, and as we drifted off, I held her tightly. My love for Addie had taken a quantum leap. I just hoped Sylvia was on the same trip. At some point, I heard the shower running and in my half-awake state, I thought Addie must be showering. Then, I felt the warmth and softness of her big breast under my hand. I was too exhausted to think much, and my last conscious thought was that it must be Sylvia. I felt the bed shake sometime later, and another warm, soft body pressed itself against me. It was Sylvia. She kissed me softly on the side of the face, whispered, "I love you, Calloway," and I drifted off again.

It was becoming light when I awoke again. Addie was gone, and Sylvia was snuggled up to me. I heard the stool in the bathroom and the sound of water running. I closed my eyes and in a minute, I felt Addie slip back in. I opened my eyes and smiled at her. She scooted over until her lips were against my ear. "Take her, Cal," she whispered. "She's your wife. Look at her. See how beautiful she is? Wake her up and fuck her."

I shuddered a bit. "She's clean," Addie whispered. "She's showered and douched. I saw the box in the bathroom trash. Show her how much we love her for what she did for us."

I leaned into Sylvia and nibbled her ear. She sighed and shifted in the sleep. Addie got out of bed, her glorious nakedness on full display, and walked around the bed to get in on the other side of Sylvia. She eased the covers down and Sylvia stirred, reaching in her sleep to pull them back up. Addie gently continued and Sylvia's naked breasts thrust up, as they were uncovered. We both pressed our bodies against her, sharing our warmth and she sighed. I bent to take one nipple between my lips and nursed it erect. Sylvia gave a little moan and I glanced up. Addie was locked onto her other nipple like a baby, stretching it between her lips and releasing it, making Sylvia's breast quiver. I saw her hand slide down, toying with Sylvia's little tuft of blonde curls before sliding down to press into the crease of her pussy. She rubbed Sylvia's clit gently and then slid one finger into her. She played for a bit and drew her finger out, putting it in her mouth and tasting Sylvia's juices. I was as hard as I've ever been in my life.

"Take her, she's wet and ready," Addie whispered. I could see Sylvia's hips moving a bit in her sleep, seeking that stimulation that had disappeared. I crawled between her legs as Addie positioned my cock between the pinkness of Sylvia's lips. "Take her," she whispered.

Sylvia's eyes popped open as I slid into her and she groaned, wrapping her arms and legs around me and holding on for dear life. We made love, slowly and sweetly, for about five minutes until Sylvia began to approach her orgasm. "Faster, baby," she whispered. "Make me cum. I'm going to cum so hard! Fuck me, Cal!"

Her words were cut off as Addie kissed her lips. I could see them tongue wrestling and I gave Sylvia everything I had. She tore her lips away from Addie and cried out, her voice hoarse and gasping. Addie captured one fat little nipple and Sylvia went off like a bomb, Addie's hot little hands everywhere, stroking our bodies and urging us on. I unloaded a weak spurt or two, shouting out my own release as it felt like my soul was pouring into Sylvia. We collapsed, both of us lying half over Sylvia and smothering her with love. We gradually relaxed and I fell asleep, one hand on Addie's full breast and the other arm cradling my wife's head.

When I woke up the girls were still asleep, wound around each other like a nest of snakes. I'm always amazed at how limber women are. Makes you wonder if they have bones. These looked pretty boneless to me. I went down and made coffee, took a shower in the downstairs bathroom and went to the donut shop to get breakfast. Yeah, donuts are part of the basic food groups. Eggs, grain, sugar, and the kolaches I got even had meat. They were still asleep when I got back. The coffee was ready, and I got a tray. I put three cups of coffee on it, three glasses of milk and all the pastries. I carried it upstairs and set in on the lamp table beside my side of the bed. Then, I climbed up and lay on top of them.

They stirred uneasily and tried to wiggle out from under me. I held them and rested my full weight on them. They made little grunting sounds as if they were being squished by a car crusher and opened their eyes, almost simultaneously. I pulled their faces together so that they were cheek to cheek and kissed the hell out of them. Their breath wasn't all that fresh, but I didn't care. They moaned and squeaked until Sylvia was able to catch a bit of breath.

"Get off of us, you big elephant. Jesus, Calloway, you weigh a million pounds. Get off! I need to pee!" They cooperated to roll me off to the side and I let them. Sylvia first and then Addie went off to the bathroom. Both of them smelled the food and by the time Addy made it back, Sylvia was done with her first kolache and into her first twist. They munched away like starving wolves for a bit. They both eat like horses and never gain a pound. They were naked and I started getting a hard on after about two minutes of watching them. After the night and morning we'd had, I had supposed a freight train of Viagra wouldn't get me up. I was wrong. We chatted a bit as we ate and I noticed that they kept shooting glances at each other and at me, but neither one of them would hold the eyes of any of the rest of us. It was as if they were a little embarrassed.

I sat facing them and I knew I had to say something as the silence stretched uncomfortably between us. "Anyone want to start on what happened last night?" I asked.

They looked at each other and they both started talking at the same time. That cracked me up and we laughed until we cried. I collapsed on the bed and they fell on top of me. I was holding a gorgeous, naked woman in each arm and they lay with their cheeks on my chest and their noses nearly touching.

"Sylvia, I love you," Addie said. Sylvia kissed the tip of her nose.

"Yes, I know," she said. "I love you, too."

"Hey, your pillow here is feeling a little left out," I said.

"Well, get used to it," Sylvia said. "I'm leaving you and I'm going to marry Addie. It's legal now, you know. I'm taking all the money and you'll have to find a place to live. Oh, I'm going to tell Peyton what an asshole you are and she's going to stay with me."

Addie gave an evil chuckle. It's not something I admire in a woman. "Well, that's not nearly as funny as you think it is," I told Sylvia. "I'm about half afraid that's exactly what you're going to do."

They laughed uproariously. "You won't mind if we keep him so we have a nice pillow," Addie snorted.

"No, he's good for that, He has a nice cock, too," Sylvia said. "He feeds us, so maybe he could be useful." They laughed again. "Seriously, babe, we do need to talk about everything. I only want Addie to be here for part of this, so let's do everything with her we want to do before we let her go."

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Talk to her and then fuck her," Sylvia said.

Addie laughed. "Do we have to talk first?"

"Yes, we do," I said. "I'm floundering here. I have no idea what's going on with you, Addie, with you, Sylvia, or even with me. I'm so confused I can barely stand myself. Addie, you're as sexy as hell and you know I love you, but this just feels like I'm at the top of a long, icy hill with no brakes. Sylvia, hearing you last night nearly killed me. Everything in me told me I was making, we were making, the kind of mistakes that would end up with me losing you. I nearly drowned in despair and Addie kind of pulled me back. Am I losing you, Syl?"

She burst into tears and nearly broke my neck hugging me. She kissed be all over my face and her tears dripped on me. "No, baby, you're not losing me. I'm never going to let go of you. You're my life. I'm so sorry about the way you felt. Let me tell you what was going on with me and explain something to you. I love you. I've loved you since our second date. When you introduced me to Addison on our third date, I was insanely jealous. She's so beautiful and smart and you obviously loved her. It was easy to tell she felt the same way about you. Over the next few weeks, I realized that you were part of each other and that I could never break that bond. I stopped trying. Instead, I made my own bond with her. I embraced her and accepted her. Addie, you're my sister. We have something special going on. As time went on I realized that you two are in love with each other, but in a way that I'll never understand and never try to interfere with."

Addison interrupted her and pulled her head over to kiss her. It went on for a while. "I see why you're such a good therapist, Sylvia," she said. "You think deeper than the rest of us. You're exactly right, but I never thought about it like that."

"You two always had this tension going on," Sylvia said. "I think it was harmful to all of us. It's broken now. We've been friends for more than ten years and we've never been able to talk like this before. Now we can. Here's something else; I'm about half in love with you, myself, Addie. I love you. I always have, but in the last year or so, it's been more than that. We've been talking about that, but now Calloway can be part of that conversation. Cal, I need to explain last night. Lucas means nothing to me. He's a good and considerate lover, but I felt nothing for him and I never will. All the time I was with him, I was thinking about you and Addie. I was thinking about your big cock sliding into that tight little pussy, I could imagine the look on her face as she came, that hair like fire floating around, and I could imagine you, Cal. You were finally, after all these years, having the thing you always wanted but never even thought about having and it drove me mad. I came a thousand times, but it was you. It was you two that filled my head. Lucas might as well have been a machine. I was hurting some, too, Cal. I never dreamed I'd someday be in the position of imagining you with another woman. If it were anyone else this would be the end of us."