"We're fine, Susan. We'll be down in just a moment." I was still semi-shaking from having released myself deeply inside Terri, still tightly gripping me inside her, her own body coming down from her orgasm. Terri was slumped over, her left hand on the balcony railing still, her right hand fondling my scrotum as traces of our combined fluids began to exit her.
"Oh, Yes...Mr. D. Suz and P weren't kidding about you. Very nice. Very...very...nice...". She was panting, alternately squeezing and pulling my ball sac. The feeling was intense, especially after having so recently emptied them into her. A slight sheen of her perspiration covered her body, and in semi-darkness, lit only by a receding moon, I could see it reflect softly as her muscles moved to straighten her slender form, still a bit trembly on legs that had been pushing back her lust against my own.
She turned to face me, smiling, closing the distance to my mouth with hers "now THAT was exactly what this girl needed!" Reaching up to kiss me, she moved her hand to grasp and stroke my still-rigid member. I startled a moment at the feeling, her hand warm, wet...tight around the sensitive, spent flesh, squeezing the remaining drops of cum forward. Terri's lips melted into me, and my body surrendered, my hands wrapping around her and pulling her in tight. She tasted so good.
"I'm going to presume, Ms. Terri, that you, Susan, Riley, Petra...you've talked this ALL through. All of it? You don't have any reservations?"
"Mr. D., I promise you, if I had known they were considering this, I would have been first in line." Her smile lit up the night.
Another kiss, another squeeze, and Terri moved her head to my ear to whisper "You and I will be spending some quality time together in these next few days, Sir, so you'd better keep your strength up."
Smiling myself now, I watched as she gathered her hair behind her, and stepped back to her gown and bra, piled several feet away. My eyes were riveted. The length of her heels caused her stride to shorten, and the muscles inside those amazing hips and thighs contracted and swayed with every provocative motion my brain is geared to recognize and record. God in Heaven, a woman's walk is so fucking sexy to see from behind.
Turning sideways slightly, those amazing breasts came into view...her nipples now stubbornly thrust out against the cold night air, heavy, full C cups resting atop her ribs. It almost looked as though she was thrusting them out, but that was their natural state. Youth. Wow. Her legs, still with those black stockings held up by the garter looked like they belonged to a movie star, and she peeked over her shoulder to make sure I was watching her display for me. Her smile widened, bloomed, as did her sexuality. It was dripping from her; she was drenched in womanly form.
She blew me a kiss, and spoke up "mind giving a girl a hand, Mr. D...Daddy?" and with that last word, looked down at my withering member, then back up at my face.
Terri stepped back into the gown, lifting it and cozying-up her breasts in the cups, turned her back to me as I advanced. "Latch me up, Mr. D." and she issued the order fully expecting my compliance as she held the bra cups somewhat firmly in place. Rather than re-attach her bra in back, I slid my hands around her chest, cupping both breasts firmly, but softly, filling my hands, my fingers finding the distended nipples, trapping them. My cock slipped thickly into the tight crease of her silk-covered cheeks, still turgid...thick...and my lips began a slow sequence, kissing her once, then twice, then three, four, five, ten times from her left shoulder inwards to her neck, each one longer and warmer than the previous, ending just behind her ear, each kiss allowing a word to slip in between...
"...You... Ms. Terri... are amazing...and...I...cannot...wait...to see...to be... with you... again..."
Her breasts were soft and supple in my hands, and she dropped the bra to cover my hands with hers, playing with them as I warmly cradled and caressed each breast. She raised her hands up as I was speaking, above her, then down behind her, gently stroking my head now, pushing her ass into my groin, her jaw lowering slightly, mouth open, and I felt her areolas and nipples bristle with goose-bumps at both the sensation of my touch as well as the expectation of what was to come. "Tomorrow morning, Mr. D. Find a way to be alone, o.k. 10:30?"
I let my hands gently caress her tummy as they traced lower, the dress and bra falling away again, and my fingers rediscovered her swollen button, now coated with our combined juice. I pressed lightly into it, and it slipped over my fingers, springing up. Terri quivered, just slightly.
"Oh...geesh...Fuck...Mr. D...Stop...wait...no ... Don't..." and my kisses continued down her shoulder now, stopping her words. Both of my hands were on her waist now, and I kneeled behind her. "Let me taste, Terri, and as she bent over at her waist, she flowered directly in front of my mouth. She was steaming, and the smell...THAT smell...beckoned me forth. Fuck, I could kiss those ass-cheeks all night. My tongue touched her lips, and smoothly covered them, inch by inch, tasting all that we'd given each other. Terri exuded her womanness "Oh, so nasty, Mr. D.", and widened her legs, offering me more. My tongue slipped back up, dipping gently into where she was so wet, then further up and over her wrinkled rose.
Terri stood straight up, flushed, exasperated, but finding her senses "No...Mr. D...no...wait...that stays in me...please? I'm drop-dead serious about this." Even in the night, I could see she was overheated still...blushing...but clearly caught between what her body desired and remembering her mission. "I'll be there...tomorrow morning...I promise...you'd better be there, too. We...you...me...we are NOT done with this by a long shot! In fact, we're just getting started!"
I reached down, and lifting her gown, helped her redress. So feminine. I was just buckling my own belt when there was a gentle knocking at the doors. "Hello? Terri? Mr. D? Are you out there?" It was Riley and Petra. I opened the door, and two beaming faces looked us both over, knowing, but not saying. Riley had her arms crossed, tapping her feet, a serious expression locked into her face. For a moment, I thought I was in trouble somehow, but the idea fleeted quickly if only in it's absurdity.
The hallway light behind them now fully illuminated us, and Riley's eyes reviewed...inspected...us both, head to toes, then back again. Suddenly, her whole demeanor changed, and beaming at Terri now, she reached her hand, pulling her out into the hallway as her face lit up and she expressed "OH, MY GOD...TERRI...RIGHT?!" Her words, her reaction, her enthusiasm for life. I thought for a moment how much I missed my own innocence. Petra rolled her eyes up into her head, not knowing what to say, but smiled. Riley had spoken for us all.
Terri was already flushed, but it deepened with Riley's words, and she couldn't help but smile back. Her lipstick smudged, she locked back onto Riley's gaze and gushed. They hugged. Petra, ever aware, pulled a napkin from the table and said "Hang on you two...red lipstick?" Smiling, she gently folded it and wiped my earlobe. Turning to Terri "you'd better go freshen up, girl...find a bathroom, please." Terri and Riley departed, chattering like teenagers do, arm in arm. Petra slipped her right arm under my left, and we slowly re-entered the balcony, leaving the doors open behind us.
We stood silently, awash in the stars, hearing the voices, below us, not in any hurry, and I stepped backwards, pulling Petra in front of me, my hands surrounding her, pulling her close. At first, my hands slipped over and gently squeezed her full breasts, but then, I simply moved them to her tummy, where hers joined mine on top. It felt good to just hold her for a change. She glanced back at me, smirking, at first "I'm there, Mr. D. I know it" and she pressed her hands into her stomach firmly. I understood the message. Petra's time had begun. "Pretty cool night, huh, Mr. D?" Her words were ripe with the double meaning, and I simply smiled back at her. "Petra, I don't know to thank you girls for the gifts you're giving me. I just don't know how."
"Mr. D. We love you. You'll have a lifetime to thank us, and we'll do the same. All of us. We're going to do all this together. All of us. We each have a role to play. Even Mrs. D."
We both grew silent, warm against each other in the night, each considering, I suppose, how that would come to pass.
