Sophia points to the fucking bench, and then she, Juanita, and Vickie are asking mom about the controls.
I hear that annoying noise again; it’s still soft. Jane wants more, but mom is teasing her.
I leave them alone as they’ve forgotten about me for their new toy. Phyllis is awake but stays limp as I use the straps to lock her into a fucking table. This one is like a large, rounded, and padded sawhorse with four legs, like a table. It’s easy to tie her in place. One end has pillows to lay her head. That’s obviously an addon by our guys. The opposite end is open under the edge, so that nothing prevents me from getting as close as I can for fucking.
I use a nearby towel to wipe Phyllis off. Her sweat is beaded on her body. I’m optimistic that will help her relax. The table’s legs are spread, making her legs spread wide open. I have access to everything I want.
I start my fun by inserting three fingers into her pussy. I love the feel of a pussy. My fingers slide over the contours and folds of skin. Everything is perfect for protecting the gift of life that she can make. It’s also geared to provide pleasure, to make her want to create more life. My fingers float around inside on a lake of cum and arousal she produced.
I’m amazed at myself for never doing this before. It seems like each woman brings out something new in me. I chuckle as I play.
Jane just orgasmed. Vickie assisted her to the ground and jumped on the Sybian. Jane isn’t moving. Sophia has taken the controls from mom, who is going to Jane. The ever-protective mother.
My fingers are spread and still moving, touching every square inch of her pussy. I take special care when running my finger along the sides of her clit. Some women orgasm from the slightest touch. Phyllis takes more than her fair share. As much fun as this has been, I want to fuck her again.
As I pull my fingers out, Phyllis has a deep sigh. I move to her face, kneel, and put my slippery fingers into her mouth. She resists at first. This isn’t something she would typically do.
I remind her, “You have a safeword.”
I don’t ever want her doing anything against her will. However, as I say that, her whole attitude changes, and she reaches out to lick my fingers off. My other hand reaches around and slickens up with her juices. I exchange hands, and she slowly and methodically cleans each digit as if it was the best thing she’s ever had. What an amazing woman.
I just realized, had Vickie taken an entirely different approach with me, things would have been very different. I know that what’s done is done, but wow, so many things would never have happened. Life moves on, and maybe there is a reason for this. Perhaps this is how my life was supposed to go; I was supposed to have those experiences.
Now my whole world shook. The same is true with my friends. What’s done is done; life moves on.
I can let it go. I can move on. I am free. I didn’t realize that as I’m having these thoughts, my body collapses, and Phyllis is screaming for help.
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The Sybian is long forgotten. I am on the ground, eyes open, and obviously, Phyllis didn’t do anything.
Mom asks Phyllis in a panic, “What happened to my William!”
Phyllis is crying, “I don’t know. One moment I’m cleaning his fingers of my pussy juice, and the next thing I know, he topples over. Is he breathing? Is his heart beating?”
Jane quickly checks, “He’s… calm? No heavy breathing. His heart isn’t racing. Look at his face; he’s at peace.”
Sophia adds, “Well yeah, he was feeding her pussy juice, and there’s only one source near him. Damn, look how open that pussy is. It’s swollen with anticipation. That’s one horny bitch.”
I come to in Jane’s arms. Her tears are falling on my face, and her hand is running through my light, silky hair, something she can do for hours.
Mom is first to interrogate me, “What the hell happened to you?”
I sit up and release the two front straps holding Phyllis in.
I say in a soft voice, “Release Phyllis. Let’s take a break, and I will explain.”
Within ten minutes, a cart came up the elevator with wine, juice, water, and various snacks. I noticed two cans of whip cream and nothing that would be an obvious target for it. That must be Sophia’s doing. I giggled, remembering that night. My oh my, that was a special night.
We sit in a corner where we haven’t walked yet and lie on the grass.
I sit up and explain what happened, “Right before I fed Phyllis her own juices, I reminded her that she has a safe word. She had been hesitant until I said that. That touched me how she wanted to experience something new and out of her comfort zone. I then realize that had Vickie handled our encounter at NSA differently, my whole life would be different.
“I reasoned that it must be destiny or part of some higher plan. The best thing I can do is accept what happened and move on. At that moment, all anxiety over Vickie and what she might do someday vanished. I then realize that it’s basically the same thing with the deaths that have been around my neck for the last several years. They had been eating at my soul because I never forgave myself. I have finally accepted dad’s death.
“Surprisingly, it was Kelly that pushed me down this path. She told me things that are way beyond a woman of her age. Add that with my newly awakened ideas, and between the three unrelated events, an enormous weight has been lifted off my heart. My acceptance of all three situations has allowed my love for all of you to double.