Enjoying Lana Pt. 03

This is part three of Enjoying Lana. You will want to read parts 1 and 2 for context about what is happening in this story. I hope you enjoy it. Everyone in the story is over 18 years old..

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I hadn't seen Lana for a couple of weeks and I began to wonder if things had gone too far. Eventually, I found out that her boss had been in another city opening a new office and she had gone with him. When she came back, I made it a point to see her.

"Hey," I said as I approached her desk. She looked fantastic as always. She looked up and smiled. "Hi," she replied.

"Did you have a nice trip?"

"Yes, but it's good to be home."

Her face changed, and she tilted her head down. I took the hint, and leaned my head down, closer to hers. "We need to talk," she said quietly. I felt my stomach drop, my mind racing about what that meant. "Make dinner reservations somewhere for later this week, and we'll talk then. Text me the details."

I made reservations at a restaurant and we arrived separately. She looked elegant, wearing a cream-colored blouse with a knee-length black skirt. A charcoal blazer completed the look. I stood up as she approached the table, and sat down when she did. I had taken the liberty of ordering a glass of wine for each of us. We began with small talk about work, and other things. The waiter eventually came and took our order. The restaurant wasn't too busy, so we felt that we could speak freely without someone overhearing our conversation.

"What we've done the last few times we've been together has been great. I think I've fallen for you, but I also feel we need to slow things down. I want to do things properly. I want us to start dating. No sex, no being naked with each other, no sleeping over. We need to get to know each other better in order to move forward," she says. I sat there, not moving, processing what she was saying

"Did you hear what I said?" she asked. "Yes," I replied, "I'm just processing what you're saying."

"If you don't want to, that's fine, just tell me," she said.

"No, it's not that, it's just that I haven't formally dated anyone in a long time. I'm usually busy with work."

Lana laughed. "I bet I haven't dated anyone since you were in grade school. I dated my husband for two years and we were married right out of high school. Two kids right away, and married for 20 years. He's been gone for two years." I could hear the sadness in her voice.

I took a long drink, set the glass down, and looked into her eyes. Her eyes were mesmerizing. I think she could be the one, I thought to myself. "OK," I said. "It may be a little awkward at first, but I think we'll get the hang of it."

She let out a big breath and smiled. "You're right," she said. "We'll get through the awkwardness together."

I motioned the waiter over and ordered another glass of wine.

"We have one thing that we need to discuss before anything else," she said. "What's that?" I asked.

"The company has rules about employees dating each other. They don't disapprove or forbid it, except in the case of direct subordinates, but they do want it documented to ward off any potential sexual harassment complaints. We can stop by HR and complete the paperwork. My friend Krystal will have it ready."

"OK," I said. "I take care of it first thing on Monday." We continued to talk and Lana ordered another glass of wine. "You better slow down," I said, "I might take advantage of you," I said with a grin.

"I don't think you would," she said.

We talked for a while longer and we mutually decided it was time to go. I paid the check, and we walked to the door. Lana was obviously in no condition to drive, so I ordered her an Uber. The car arrived, and I helped her inside. She holds my hand and says, "I can't wait to see you again." "Me too," I replied.

On Monday morning, I went to the HR office and met with Krystal. She gave me the appropriate paperwork, already prefilled. I read through it to make sure I understood what it was saying, signed it, and handed it back to her. Krystal thanked me, and then paused. Her face turned serious. "Be good to her. She hasn't been this happy in a long time." The tone she used was quiet and stern, almost threatening. "I will," I replied.

Over the next couple of weeks, we got to know each other better. We would talk about work, where we went to school, where we grew up, what some of our goals were, things like that. We decided to go out to dinner again.

We met at a different restaurant. The meal was fantastic, and we talked and laughed, eventually reaching across the table to hold hands. After dinner, I paid the check and I walked her to her car. "I had a really nice time," Lana said. "Me too," I replied. I opened her door for her, and she leaned forward and gave me a kiss. It was soft and she lingered just a bit before breaking it off. As she sat down in the driver's seat, her skirt rode up her thigh. I couldn't help but look, and my cock started to stir from both the kiss and the view. I watched her as she drove off, and couldn't get that image out of my head. I'd seen it before, hell, I'd see all of her before, but this was different. It was like I almost saw something that was forbidden.

Over the next several months, we went out to public outdoor events, walks along the river, things like that. We hold hands, kiss playfully, but that's as far as we had taken it. She didn't feel ready to go to my apartment or for me to go to her house. I accepted that, letting her know that I would take it as slow as she wanted.

Several more weeks had passed, and we were going to have dinner at my apartment. I made lasagna with bread and salad (it's what she wanted) and we had a nice conversation. Being in a more private setting, we could talk about things we normally would have been afraid of someone overhearing. After we ate and cleaned the dishes, I asked her if she wanted to stay awhile. She agreed, and we made our way to the couch. She found some movie that she had wanted to watch. While watching, she pulled her legs up onto the couch, laid her head on my shoulder, and her hand on my thigh. My cock started to stir at her touch. It didn't take much for me to start getting hard these days. Since we started dating, I decided that I would be exclusive to her, not dating anyone else, not even jerking off. I tried to shift myself to be more comfortable, without being too obvious. I reached my arm around and rested my hand on her waist. After a few minutes, she started stroking my thigh with her finger. They were small strokes, but they were driving me crazy. I reached my hand up and cupped her breast. I held it there briefly, waiting to see her reaction. She didn't do anything to stop me, so I took the next step and started massaging her nipple through her blouse. I could tell it was working as I could hear her moan softly. We continued this for a while, until the movie ended. As the credits played, she got up and said, "I need to go. Thank you for a lovely evening."

"I wish you didn't, but I understand," I replied. "I'll see you later."

The next week, Lana told me that her daughter was coming to visit over a long weekend. She had invited me over to her house for dinner with the two of them. I eagerly accepted. Anything to spend more time with her. Thursday evening came, and I made my way to Lana's house. I rang the doorbell, and a young woman answered the door. I stood there amazed. She looked just like Lana, same height, size, the way she carried herself. Even her haircut was the same.

She invited me in, offered and poured me a drink, along with one for herself. "I'm Megan," she said, "It's nice to finally meet you. Mom has told me so much about you."

"Oh," I said. "She's mentioned you, but really hasn't told me too much about you. She definitely didn't tell me how similar you two look," I said.

Megan laughed. "We get that all the time. We share everything together. We have since Dad died." Her voice sobered a bit. "His sudden death hit her pretty hard."

"Yeah, I get that vibe from her," I replied.

We sat there in silence for a bit. Before it got awkward, she took a sip of her drink and said "So, you're the one that wants to fuck my Mom?" I had taken a sip of my drink when she did and nearly spit it out at the question. "Excuse me?" I finally managed to say.

"Oh yeah," she said, "I know all about you two. We share everything, remember?"

Megan gave me a suggestive look. I felt my dick twinge with her look. I couldn't help but stare at her, amazed at how similar they looked. Just then, my phone beeped with an incoming text. It was Lana. She was picking up dinner, but it was talking longer than anticipated. She would probably be another thirty minutes or so. Send a quick reply acknowledging the delay and that I'm at her house with Megan.

"Is that Mom?" Megan asked.

"Yeah. She says that she'll probably be there for another thirty minutes," I replied.

We sat and talked for a while, sipping our drinks. I finished mine and she got up to get me another. When she came back, I noticed that she had unbuttoned a couple of more buttons on her blouse, exposing more of her cleavage. She had also pulled up her skirt a bit more, the lace at the top of her stockings just visible. She bent forward slightly to hand me my glass, and I couldn't help but notice her tits. They were just a bit smaller than Lana's. I averted my gaze, but she had already caught me.

"Do you want to hold them?" she asked.

"Yes. NO! No! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked," I stammered, trying to think of a way out of the situation.

She laughed and turned around, walking back to her seat, her ass swaying back and forth. She sat down and crossed her legs. "It's OK. I would have let you."

I stared at her, unable to take my eyes off her. She looked so tempting, from her legs, to her tits, to her lips. If I wouldn't have been committed to Lana, I probably would have been all over her in a heartbeat.

Just then, I heard a car door close outside. "That would be your Mother," I said, jumping from my chair. I went to the door to help her bring in dinner. Megan set her drink down and buttoned up her blouse and pulled her skirt down. I met Lana at the door. She gave me a quick kiss. I grabbed her waist and pulled her in closer for a second, longer kiss. "What was that for?" she asked. "I'm just glad to see you," I replied. I took the bags from her and gave Megan a scowl, trying to show my disapproval of how she acted earlier.

We sat down at Lana's table to eat dinner. It was a rectangular table, with Lana and Megan on one side, and me on the other. The conversation mostly consisted of Lana and Megan catching up on each other's life. I didn't have much to add, but I still acted like I was interested. Megan asked me what I did for work. I started to answer, but suddenly felt a foot running up and down my leg. I paused in the middle of my response, trying to figure out whose foot it was. Based on where they were sitting, it could only have been Megan's. I regained my composure, and finished answering the question.

Lana asked if anyone needed more wine. "None for me," I said, as I had to drive home later. "I'll take another glass," Megan replied. As Lana got up, Megan's foot went further up my leg, crossed over at my knee, and continued up my thigh. I gave her a look that I hoped would stop her, but she didn't. The attention was driving me crazy, my dick starting to twitch. I quickly adjusted myself while Lana's back was turned. "STOP," I mouthed to Megan. She shook her head and rubbed her tongue around her lips. I suddenly pushed my chair back, cleared my throat, and stood up, calling out to Lana, "Let me help you." I looked over at Megan and she gave me a look that told me I had ruined her fun. After another hour or so of conversation, I excused myself to go home. We all stood up, Megan walked over to me to give me a hug. "I would have fucked you," she whispered into my ear. Lana walked me to the door where we stood and kissed for a moment. When we finished, I looked at Megan over Lana's shoulder. She reached up a hand to one of her tits, gave it a squeeze, ran the tip of her tongue around her lips, and blew a kiss in our direction. I kissed Lana again and told her good night.

The next day at work was rough. My balls ached so much from the attention I had received from Megan, and not being able to release the tension. The following Sunday, Lana asked if i would accompany her in dropping off Megan at the airport. I agreed, any reason to spend time with Lana. The trip was uneventful. We arrived at the airport, and I unloaded Megan's bags from the car. They hugged each other goodbye, and Megan gave me a suggestive wink. "I'll see you in a few weeks," Megan said. "I can't wait to see you again. I love you," Lana replied. "I love you, too," Megan said, looking me right in the eye.

During the drive home, Lana asked me. "What did you think of Megan?" "She sure is something," I replied. "So, she's coming back in a few weeks?" I asked. Lana replied, "Yes. She's taking a new job across the country, and wants to spend a few days with me before she moves. I assume that's OK with you. There seemed to be some tension between you two."

"It's fine. She's your daughter, she can come to visit you anytime she wants," I explained.

We got some takeout and went back to her house for dinner, and then sat down to watch some TV. Lana had laid her head on my shoulder and eventually turned her body around and put her arm on my chest. I could hear her breathing start to slow, until she fell asleep. The show was mind numbingly boring and I fell asleep shortly thereafter.

I woke up a while later and checked my watch. 11:57pm. I gave Lana a gentle shake on her shoulder. "Lana," I said quietly, "It's time to go to bed." She moaned a quiet response. "Come on, let's get you into bed." I walked her to her bedroom, she was still mostly asleep. I pulled back her blankets and gently guided her into bed. Even though I desperately wanted to help her remove her clothes, I knew our rules. I pulled her blanket over her and gave her a kiss. "I wish you could stay," she said sleepily. "Me too," I replied, "but that's your rule, not mine," I reminded her. "I know," she said, "next time." And with that, she rolled over and went to sleep. I gave her a kiss on her cheek. "Next time," I whispered into her ear. I quietly let myself out and drove home, thinking about her the whole time.

The next few weeks flew by. Our routine remained pretty much unchanged. I was working a lot, so I didn't have as much time with Lana as I had wanted. The day came for Megan's visit. Lana was going to pick her up from the airport, but couldn't get away from work. She asked me if I would be willing to pick her up. My mind flashed back to the last time she had visited. I agreed, telling myself that I could resist her advances.

I picked Megan up and loaded her bags into the car. We had a pleasant conversation on the way back. I asked her about her flight, about her new job, about her life in general. She was excited for the new job opportunity and talked about it like a giddy schoolgirl. We arrived at Lana's house, and I carried the bags inside for Megan. She thanked me and carried them into her bedroom. She came out several minutes later, having changed clothes. She was wearing short shorts with a tank top that showed her midriff. She wasn't wearing a bra as I can see her nipples poking into the fabric. My first thought upon seeing her was "Wow". I hadn't had sex in such a long time, and since I'd been with Lana, I hadn't even jerked off, so it didn't take much to get my cock excited. I then thought back to the last time she was here. "I don't think that's appropriate to wear," I scolded. "I don't care what you think", she retorted.

Just then, I got a text from Lana saying she'll be a little late getting home. We were all supposed to have dinner tonight, and the timing was supposed to work out that we all would arrive at her house at approximately the same time. "Your Mom's going to be late," I informed her. "I know," she replied, "she texted me earlier." I didn't think too much of it at the time, and went and sat down at the table and started scrolling through my social media. Megan comes over and sits across from me. I could tell she was looking at me. I tried to ignore her, but couldn't.

"What?" I said, turning to look at her.

"Mom is going to let you fuck her this weekend. Tomorrow to be more precise," she said matter-of-factly. I gave her a puzzling look. "Remember, we share everything."

She gave me a coy look. "My job is to seduce you and make you cum, so that when you close the deal with Mom, you don't go off too quickly. She'll make an excuse that she'll have to work late. That will give us the time we need." I nearly went into shock hearing this.

"I'm serious," she said. I still couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You don't want to disappoint her, do you?"

"No, of course not. Why shouldn't I just jerk off? Why would I have sex with you while I'm with your Mom?"

She stood up and lifted up her tank top, exposing her perfect tits. "Would you rather use your hand, or slide your dick between these." she says while shimmying her body back and forth. "And then you can slide it in here," she said as she slid her hand up and down her pussy over her shorts.

My dick is hard now. I shifted uncomfortably, trying not to make it too obvious as I shifted my dick to a more comfortable position. She has a point, I thought. Is this a trick or a test, or is she serious?

I cleared my throat and said, "Your offer is tempting, very tempting, but I don't think I should."

"It's your loss. I've been told I'm a terrific fuck," she said. She lowered her shirt and turned around to walk away, her hips swinging back and forth. "She'll be disappointed when you blow your load in 30 seconds." She stopped at the door and looked over her shoulder. "Think about it," she said.

I sat there, dumbfounded, unsure of what to think about the situation. I then hear the shower running. My mind raced, imagining Megan's naked body, her perfect tits with her pointed nipples. Her pussy was probably shaved perfectly smooth. I closed my eyes and imaged my head in between her legs, my tongue exploring every inch of her slit. Her legs wrapped around my head and I relentlessly licked her. Her hips starting to buck as her orgasm builds, her moans turning into cries of passion. Her legs squeezing me tighter as her juices flow onto my face, cries turning into screams. I sucked her clit and she screamed my name over and over. Suddenly, I feel a touch on my shoulder.

It was Lana. She had been calling my name and then finally touched my shoulder. "Are you OK," she asked, a touch of concern in her voice. I snapped back to reality and cleared my throat. "Yeah," I said. "I guess I was just daydreaming about you." That wasn't far from the truth. Megan and Lana almost look like twins. Lana has some tiny lines around her eyes and the corner of her mouth, and her tits are a bit bigger. Other than that, it's hard to tell the difference.

Just then, Megan came out of her bedroom. She had changed again, this time wearing grey sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. "Hey Mom," she said, going up to Lana and giving her a big hug. They caught up on the events of the past couple of weeks. We sat down to the pizza that Lana had ordered. I was still trying to get over what Megan told me earlier and daydreaming about her. After a while, I excused myself, giving the excuse that I'm not feeling well. I told them that I would see them tomorrow. Megan had promised to make dinner for the three of us. I give Lana a kiss goodnight and then drive home. The entire way, I can't stop thinking about what Megan said.

The next evening, I arrived at Lana's house for dinner. Megan was busy in the kitchen. She greeted me warmly, her attitude totally different than the day before. She was dressed modestly and in a cheerful mood as she put the finishing touches on the meal. She poured me a drink, and told me to go relax, so I went and sat on the couch. We then got a text at the same time. It was Lana. She said that something has come up at work and she'll be there for another couple of hours. My stomach dropped when I read the message and I thought back to what Megan said the night before.

"See, I told you," she said, "We have a couple of hours to kill.

"What about dinner?" I asked, trying to find a way out of the potential situation.

"It's a roast. It won't be ready for a couple more hours," she replied.

She came over and stood next to me. She had removed the apron she was wearing, and I then noticed that she wasn't dressed as modestly as I first thought. She was wearing yoga pants and a tight-fitting short sleeve shirt, again without a bra. Out of habit, I eyed her up and down. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, and started to turn around slowly. I checked out her ass, and I noticed there were no panty lines. As she turned to face me, I saw the outline of a camel toe at her crotch. She leaned down and started to kiss me. I pulled away from her, not because I didn't enjoy it, but because I felt it was wrong.

"Megan, we can't do this," I said.

"Yes, we can. I have permission," she replied, sitting down next to me.

"What do you mean you have permission," I asked with a puzzled look on my face. "Who's permission?"

"Mom's. We share everything, remember?" she replied. With that, she grabbed my left hand and placed it on her right tit. I felt her nipple, hard and standing tall, through the fabric. My dick began to stir, starting to strain against my jeans. She reached around with her other hand and pulled me down onto her, reaching up to kiss me. At first I tried to resist her, thinking in my mind that this is wrong. But her intoxicating scent filled my nose and I couldn't resist. I reached up with my right hand and grab her other tit, massaging it, rubbing the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I leaned my head down to kiss her, and she shoved her tongue into my mouth, exploring. She reached down to my belt, unbuckled it, unbuttoned my jeans, and lowered the zipper. She reached in with a deft hand and freed my cock. Her touch on my bare skin is electric.

She then pushed me off and spread her legs. She pulled me back down and wrapped her legs around me. My cock met her pussy through the yoga pants. She moves her hips slightly, trying to slide my cock up her camel toe. I got the message and began to take over, slowly sliding up and down her. She reached down and pulled her shirt up over her tits. "Suck them," she said, it was almost a command. I took one in my mouth, inhaling the entire thing. She breathed in sharply, enjoying the sensation. I continued to dry fuck her through the yoga pants, my cock hard as a rock, picking up the pace.

I closed my eyes and my mind flashed back to several months ago, when I was doing the same thing to Lana. I continued to dry fuck her. I sucked on the other tit, biting the nipple. Megan squealed in pain and pleasure. "Oh Lana," I moaned. "That's right. Keep going," I hear. "Give it to me." I opened my eyes and found her looking directly at me. It suddenly hits me on who I'm with.

"No, I can't," I said as I climbed off of Megan and the couch. I tried to stuff my rock-hard dick back into my pants, but it's not wanting to go back in. "It's OK," she said. "You don't want to disappoint Mom later, do you." "Your Mom will understand. We've talked about this."

Just then, I heard a car door shut. I quickly zipped up, buttoned my jeans, and fixed my belt, just getting it buckled when Lana opened the door. I rushed over and greeted her with a long, passionate kiss. "Wow," she said breathlessly. "What brought that on?"

"I really missed you today," I replied. I looked over to Megan and she just rolled her eyes.

A few minutes later, the timer on the oven beeped. I guess I didn't realize how long we were on the couch. Dinner was a bit awkward, with Megan giving some double entendres. I tried to play it cool, not letting Lana know something almost happened, but I don't think it was working. We finished dinner and cleaned up the dishes. Megan said that she was going out with some friends and would be back late. She made "late" a point of emphasis. After she left, Lana asked me, "What do you want to do tonight?" "I don't care. Whatever you want to do is fine with me." My mind raced back to what Megan had said earlier about Lana and I having sex this weekend, hoping what she said was true. My balls ached from the earlier encounter with Megan.

We sat down on the couch and started to watch TV. I couldn't get into the show, as Lana had cuddled up with me and was stroking my inner thigh. I had my hand cupping her breast and was gently massaging it. She gave out a low, satisfying moan. My cock was starting to stir, as Lana's hand was moving higher with each stroke. She looked up at me and said "Kiss me." I leaned down and we embraced in a long, passionate kiss. Our tongues darted around each other. She reached and grabbed my cock through my jeans. After what felt like hours, she broke it off. She got off the couch, took my hand, and said "Come with me." I stood up, and she led me to the bedroom.

The room was dark, only lit by the light of a near full moon shining through the window. Lana removed her blouse and then her bra. I watched her undress, dumbfounded. It had been so long since I'd seen her naked. She unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, lowered them to her knees, and then sat on the bed. She turned slightly. I could only see her silhouette in the moonlight. Her face, her breasts, it was such a sight.

"Your turn," she said. I was standing in the light, so she could see me, but I could only see her in silhouette. I unbuttoned my polo shirt and slid it over my head. Unbuckled my belt and lowered my pants, stepping out of them. I stood there in my boxers, cock yearned to be free. "Keep going," she said. I couldn't see her expression, but I detected a bit of lust in her voice. I removed my boxers and my cock sprang to full attention.

"You did such a good job at resisting Megan. I thought for sure you would have given in to her." I was stunned to hear her say that.

"What would you have thought if I did? She's your daughter."

"I know. Tonight is 'Next Time'. I know you haven't gotten off since that time at your apartment. I wanted her to get you off so that you would last longer inside me. Since you didn't, I had to come up with an alternate plan."

"What did you come up with "

"I want you to fuck my tits. Come here." I stepped forward and she grabbed my shaft. She brought it to her mouth and ran her tongue along the bottom side of the head. It felt so good and a jolt of electricity ran through my body that I almost came right there. She gave it a few tugs to make sure it was hard. She reached over and grabbed a bottle of lube that I didn't see and rubbed up and down my entire length. "Fuck my tits," she said, as she held them together.

I squatted down so that I could enter her tit tunnel. I slide up and down slowly at first, giving the lube a chance to spread. I then started increasing my pace, increasing the sensation. After a few strokes, Lana leaned down and stuck her tongue out, just touching my tip. The feeling of her tongue amplified the sensations along my shaft. It had been so long, except for yesterday with Megan, since I've had anything slide along my cock that I knew I wouldn't last long. After a couple of more minutes, I felt my explosion building, no longer able to keep quiet. I started to grunt on each stroke. A couple of more strokes. I'm so close, I think to myself. Suddenly, I let out a long groan. It had been so long since I felt the feeling of my seed rushing through my cock. It flew up and landed on her chin and dripped down to her tits. She let her tits go, and I fell back, legs unable to support me.

Lana laughed in excitement. She grabbed a towel and wiped my cum from her tits and chin. I lay on the floor l, trying to catch my breath. "That was the most intense shot I've ever had." I gasped.

"Come here, big boy," she said with a huge smile. She helped me up and we fell onto the bed. She gets back up and stands in front of me. I can see her, illuminated by the moonlight. She grabs her tits with her hands, massaging them three or four times. She then reached down and removed her panties and threw them at me. Unable to catch them from the exertion, they land on my face. I could smell her intoxicating scent on them. I took a deep breath and almost went into convulsions. It was unlike anything I'd smelled before. I got one more deep breath before she removed them and tossed them on the floor.

She laid next to me and started to passionately kiss me. My hand moved to her tit, massaging it, while our tongues were fencing inside our locked lips. After a while, she gets up and straddles me, her pussy at my chin. "Raise your head up" she commanded. I obeyed and she placed a pillow underneath making it easier for my tongue to reach her slit. I stuck my tongue out and began to lick her. Gently at first, then more aggressively. She started to moan and rock her hips back and forth. After a few minutes of that, she leaned forward and grabbed the headboard, leaning forward as far as she could. This gave me easier access to her clit. I swirled my tongue around it a few times and she gasped. It starts to emerge from its hood and I lean forward just a bit more so that I can start to suck on it. I gave it a good sucking and her soft moans got louder. I continued to do the best I could, listening to her moans continue. I leaned back and said "Roll over so I can eat you properly." She reluctantly obeyed, not wanting the sensation to end.

She rolled onto her back, grabbed the headboard with her hands, and spread her legs. I moved down to her slit, spreading her folds with my fingers, and proceeded to tongue and suck on her clit. Her moans continued, louder this time, eventually turning into screams. "Oh my god.... I'm going to cum," she screamed. Her legs clamping around my head. Unable to move, I continue to please her the best that I can. She lets out another scream, I can feel her pussy start to pulsate. "I'M CUMMING...... I'M CUMMING...... I'M CUMMING," she screams. Her juices flooded my face. There is so much, and her legs are gripping me so tight, I wondered if she would suffocate me. Before it got to that point, her screams started to subside and her grip on my head relaxed. I eventually climbed up the bed next to her, holding her close as she came down from her orgasmic high. She looked over and saw my face glistening with her juices. He starts to laugh. "You need a towel." "I suppose I do". I got up and looked for the towel she had earlier. Finding it, I wiped her from my face and laid back down. "Better? I asked. "Much" she replied.

We laid there for a while, gently kissing, tracing our fingers over each other's body. "Are you ready to go again?" She asked. "I don't know". I felt my cock twinge at the thought of going again, but then she reached down and grabbed me. She gave it a couple of tugs, and it started to stiffen. "Not quite, but it's getting there." She sat up and leaned over me, taking me in her mouth. She bobbed her head a few times, running her hand up and down my shaft. That was all I needed. My cock was now fully functional in all respects. "There we go," she says, releasing me.

She laid back down on the bed and looked me in the eyes. "I think I'm in love with you," she said. "Yes. I am in love with you. I love you". "I love you, too," I responded. A visible wave of relief washed over her. "Will you make love to me tonight?" she asked. "Yes," I said. "I've wanted to since that night at the office."

"That was exactly one year ago," she said. "It doesn't seem like it. Time flies when you're having fun with someone you love." I replied. She smiled at me, spread her legs, and said "Please make love to me.".

I smiled and kissed her one more time. I climbed between her legs and lowered myself down, lining up my cock with her slit. I started sliding it up and down, like we had done the year before. She was so wet, both from her previous orgasm and her desire. "Please... please... please," she would beg each time I slid. After the third time, I slid into her. She was so wet, it was effortless and I slid all the way in. We both let out a gasped as I entered her. I held my cock completely inside her for a moment, and then started making love to her. Slowly at first, then eventually picking up the pace. I took my cues from her, listening to her breathing and her verbal instructions. She would moan, begging for me to go faster, harder, and for me to cum inside her.

I continued to pound her, moving her legs into different positions, giving us both different sensations. I kept up the pace, not knowing where this energy was coming from. I felt that I could fuck her for hours. As I continued pounding her, she cried out as her orgasm hit her. I paused for just a moment, feeling her pussy milk my cock. As she came down from her high, I started again, this time pulling almost all the way out before slamming my entire length back into her. She started screaming my name, begging for me to cum inside her. Hearing that brought me closer. I started grunting to match her screams. I could feel my balls start to tighten as my explosion neared. I was on the edge, ready to release. I tried to hold it back, but I was already past the point of no return. The feeling that came next was greater than anything I had felt before. We both let out a scream at the same time. My cock throbbing as my seed shot into her, her pussy pulsating as she came again, drawing me inside her.

After what seemed like an eternity, we both came down from our mutual orgasmic highs. I pulled out of her, dick still hard, and cum flowed out. She let out a gasp as she felt it run down her and onto the bed. I rolled over, careful not to hurt her, and we laid next to each other, trying to catch our collective breaths.

As her breathing normalized, she started crying. I rolled over, propping myself up on one arm and asked, "What wrong?"

"I didn't think I would ever feel that again. I thought these feelings were a distant memory, lost to me forever. I thought I'd never love anyone ever again "

"It's OK. I won't leave you, I promise." I tried to reassure her.

"Thank you. That means so much to me. I love you!!"

"I love you too"

Just then, the door opened and Megan came in. "What the hell?" I cried out. "Jesus Megan. What the fuck?" I tried grabbing a blanket to cover us.

"You guys are finally done? It took you long enough. I'm surprised you can talk with how loud you were screaming," Megan chides. Lana leaned up and said "Hey baby. I told you he wouldn't do it."

"He almost came from dry fucking me on the couch earlier," Megan replied.

"Wait. You planned that? Together?" I asked, trying to figure out what was happening.

"Of course, we did," Lana said.

"We share everything, remember," Megan said, finishing the thought. With that, she stripped off her clothes. Lana threw back the blankets to let her in, exposing my semi-stiff cock. Megan climbed onto the bed, towards me. Both Lana and Megan started giggling as she laid down with me between them. I turn my head towards her, giving a puzzling look. She kissed me deeply. Lana stroked the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my back. I turned towards her, and she also kissed me deeply. I felt Megan reach down to my semi-stiff cock, trying to bring it back to life.

What have I gotten myself into, I think to myself as I lay back and enjoy her stroking.