Audience Appreciation

I made a muffled sound of pleasure, but Jenny dragged me by the hair back down again, so that I could lick at her clit, and suck the little ring into my mouth, almost nursing on it while my boyfriend thrusted into me. I'd never had an orgasm just from him fucking me before—but this time I didn't even need him to touch my clit.

The feel of my boyfriend's cock pressing into me, the sensation of being trapped between him and Jenny, was more than I could handle. It was the most exquisitely pleasurable torture I'd ever endured. And I began screaming out my orgasm as I convulsed around his cock. I felt like a toy, a well-used toy for both of them, and I just kept coming, drowning in pleasure, until both of them did the same.

After, the three of us lay panting on Jenny's soft white rug, in various states of undress.

Chad and I were staring into each other's eyes, our relationship strangely strengthened by what we'd just done together. But I felt a connection to Jenny, too. "So, now what?" I asked, shyly. "What does this mean?"

"I think it means you like girls," Jenny said. "Or at least, you like me."

"Is that…is that going to be a problem?" I asked, glancing at Chad.

"Not for me," he said, and I kind of fell in love with him all over again.

"We're going to do this again," Jenny said. "A lot more. So why don't you call me."

I blushed. "Um, I don't have your number."

Jenny rolled over, took a marker from her purse, and wrote her phone number on a dollar bill that she slipped teasingly into my panties. "Now you do."