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My contribution to the current conversation had been a series of grunts and attempts to convey meaning via exaggerated facial expressions. I'd tried to shrug once, but my hygienist had asked me to stay still with a level of patience that must be a prerequisite for the job.

However, me being rendered effectively incommunicado didn't stop Abby from chatting. She clearly had no problem whatsoever with a one-way conversation. Maybe she preferred it that way. Then she was nice, and enthusiastic, and friendly. Professionally, she seemed to do a great job, so I'd ended up trying to make appointments with her. I'm sure that was my only motivation.

As Abby scraped away at my calculus, she was now talking about her latest Mexico trip. I'd learned at a previous appointment that her sister had relocated there. I knew a lot about her sister, how she was an artist, had a Mexican boyfriend, and that they lived together in San Miguel de Allende. I was sure if I kept meeting with Abby for long enough, her sister's social security number would also be shared with me.

It's a weird and invasive feeling, allowing someone to probe your mouth. It's kind of unnatural. My mind wandered to how women coped with, and even enjoyed, intrusions with things rather larger than a dental scaler. In a pensive mood, I guessed the same went for gay men, or at least some of them. I reflected that I didn't know much about gay men.Open Wide фото

Abby got up from her stool and turned to enter some information on the adjacent PC. Her rear view in fuschia scrubs was always rather appealing. This, combined with the subject of my previous musings, had caused a rather uncomfortable pressure in my pants. I wondered whether I dared try to adjust myself while Abby was occupied, before deciding it was too risky.

It occurred to me that I seldom saw Abby unmasked. Occasionally as she led me to whatever room we had been allocated. Every now and again at the end of a session. On the plus side, this made me appreciate her eyes. Brown by her pupils, segueing into a green rim in a way that was fetching, to my way of thinking. Fringed by long lashes, very expressive, and paired with mobile brows.

Her hair color was indeterminate, red-tinged for sure, but with an underlying dark blonde or light brown. It was frizzy, habitually pulled back off her face, and held messily on one side of her head by an oversized clip; I'd never seen her wear the same one twice. Her skin tone was pale and mottled. Her freckles were interspersed with darker birthmarks, as if forming some intricate 'connect the dots' pattern. Once more my mind wandered, this time to tracing my finger tip between the landmarks on Abby's naked back.

These thoughts were not helping the problem in my pants. I told myself they were innocent enough. It was hard - maybe a poor choice of word, on reflection - to be in intimate proximity to a reasonably attractive woman and not react. I told myself it was natural, primal, chemical even, not really believing a word of it. Still, Abby was pleasant, she was good at her job, and I'd not dream of anything beyond some fuzzy, 'Wouldn't it be nice?' speculations.

"OK Mr. McDonough, we're done. I'd like you to pay a bit more attention to flossing, especially at the rear. Then we always have this conversation right?"

We did indeed, sheepishly I agreed to try to be a better boy.

"Great," she said brightly, ignoring the mounting evidence of my ongoing oral delinquency, "I'll see if Dr. Rogers is free yet."

As Abby left the room, I stared after her. A man had surely designed scrubs in an effort to accentuate the movement of nice asses to the onlooker. When I was sure she had gone, I reached inside my boxers and rearranged their contents with some relief. I had not acted too soon as Abby was now back again, accompanied by my dentist, Dr. Erin Rogers.

Abby was above average height, but Erin had a couple of inches on her. She was willowy with it, with near black hair, dusky skin, and a nose whose elegant curve was at variance to her non-Mediterranean family name. I knew Abby had just turned thirty - indeed I knew all about her celebratory party - Erin was older, but it was hard to guess by how much. Mid thirties? A young-looking early forties? Either way she was a striking woman, the sort you would maybe describe as handsome, rather than beautiful.

As Dr. Rogers took a look in my mouth, and conversed with Abby in some unintelligible medical jargon, I was glad that I had been able to lay my tent pole flat. Not for the first time, an image of both women floated through my mind. An image it was much more difficult for me to dismiss as purely innocent. I gulped.

"A little suction please, Abby," requested the dentist.

Abby placed the plastic tube in my mouth, and I felt a throbbing twitch as I contemplated a very different meaning to the words Dr. Rogers had just used.

I closed my eyes and told myself not to be weird. Not to be that guy. The last thing I wanted was to find a new dental practice.

Erin perused the X-rays that Abby had taken earlier, and they again spoke in Klingon for a bit, or was it Noldorian?

"All good Mr. McDonough," said Erin, taking off her mask. "We'll see you in six months' time."

With a smile she departed. I rather hoped that Abby might also offer me a glimpse of her unveiled face, but the mask stayed on as she walked me down the circuitous path to reception. I thanked her and took my leave.

I walked to my car, then had another thought. I had booked the final appointment of the day, fitting better for me with work, and it was now after six. Why not? I turned on my heel and headed for the bar at the far end of the little complex of offices and stores.

 

It wasn't a great bar, it probably wasn't even a good bar. But they had alcohol, and places to sit, and the ubiquitous TVs were at least on mute. I knew I'd probably spent way too much time in places like this over the last... how long was it now...? nearly a year, I thought with some horror. Nearly a year since Mari had decided that she could do better for herself, much better. She probably had a point.

No one else was at the bar, so I sat on a stool and asked for Bourbon on the rocks. The barkeep was attentive and - as I sat swirling my drink - I contemplated getting out there again. But I found myself at a loss. Mari and I had been colleagues, before she found a better job - and a more desirable workmate. I couldn't see dating apps working for me. Maybe I should join some sort of club, though doing what was beyond me. My avocations were solitary: reading, carpentry, walks in the woods, and... well that was about it. Was binging on TV shows a hobby?

But I knew I missed the touch of a woman. Who the hell was I fooling? I missed a good fuck, that's what I missed. What was I going to do about that?

As I mulled over my future, a voice broke into my thoughts. "Hi again, Mr. McDonough."

Looking up, I saw Abby, still in scrubs, but with her hair down and the mask gone; my lucky day, I guessed. Her unadorned face was wide, a little too wide to be pretty, but her positive personality and pleasingly shaped body more than compensated for any minor shortcomings in looks.

"Hi, Abby," I replied. "You a regular here?"

"We have a drink after work sometimes," she answered with a smile.

My clearly unguarded expression of inquiry led to her explaining further. "Me and Erin. She's over there."

Abby gestured to a booth and I could make out Dr. Rogers raising a hand despite the low light. There was something about how Abby had said 'Me and Erin' that prompted questions, but I tried to be rather less obvious than before.

"Want to join us?" asked Abby.

Was it me, or was there a slight unevenness in her voice, perhaps betraying an underlying excitement?

'Well,' I thought, 'it's not like you have anything else better to do.'

"Sure, that'd be nice," I said, aware of a matching tremor as I spoke. "But let me get you both a drink. What'll you have?"

"Oh, that's kind," said Abby. "A beer for me... not Miller," she added, wrinkling her nose at the bar's predominant beverage. "A Budvar maybe, and a Sauvignon for Erin."

I'd not heard Abby refer to her colleague as anything but Dr. Rogers before now, the use of her first name seemed somehow intimate. Then maybe I was seeing things that weren't there.

"No problem, and call me Mark, OK?"

"Sure, Mark," Abby replied, "and thanks again."

I attracted the barkeep's attention and she said that she'd bring the drinks to the table. I picked up my Bourbon and walked to join the two women, wondering what this, supposedly chance, meeting might lead to.

 

Erin extended her long arm and I took her hand. "I guess this is a non-professional 'hello' Mr. McDonough," she said, a single raised eyebrow suggesting a hint of irony.

"Mark, please," I replied as I sat.

"Mark, of course," said the doctor.

Abby joined Erin on the other side of the booth and sat much closer to her than I might expect for simply colleagues. Any remaining doubts as to the nature of their relationship were dispelled when the younger woman affectionately kissed the older one's cheek.

Just then our drinks arrived, including a second Bourbon for me.

As the waitress departed, I raised my glass. "You make a lovely couple, here's to you both."

Abby grinned broadly as she clinked my glass, Erin's smile was more restrained, but my words seem to generate a little warmth in her.

Abby spoke up. "And you, is there...?"

"My girlfriend and I broke up a while back," I replied. "Never married, maybe not the marrying kind."

I realized I was being open, but something told me that this was what the situation called for. My assumption, hope maybe, was that there was some purpose to our get together, beyond simply being sociable with a client.

There was silence for a few minutes; what were we going to discuss? Root canals? So I decided to take a chance, figuring that it was they who had taken the first step.

"So, ladies, what did you want to talk about? Was there something in particular on your minds?"

Erin tilted her head slightly and raised her glass again, as if acknowledging some insightful point I had made. She took a sip, her upper lip glistening briefly with a film of liquid, then shook her head, as if preparing to commence some exercise routine. Her dark hair waved in resonance, a pleasing effect, and one I assumed was intentional.

"Well, Mark. Let me lay our cards on the table."

I felt a lump in my throat, and the pressure in my lower regions was rapidly returning. My impression was almost one of being dropped into a movie scene. This didn't feel like real life.

I drained my first tumbler, aiming to moisten my rapidly drying mouth, then said, "Go on."

Erin had now adopted a sensuous tone. I realized that it was most likely artifice, but that didn't prevent her words from having the intended effect on me. "So, it's really Abby here who wanted you to come over."

She stroked her... what? girlfriend maybe...? OK... Erin stroked her girlfriend's hair as she spoke. "She has this... thing... I can't claim to understand it fully. A need maybe."

Abby smiled openly at me as the doctor spoke. She seemed more than happy to let Erin take the lead.

Dr. Rogers turned slightly and addressed the younger woman. "You have needs, right, sweetie?"

Abby nodded, her eyes still locked with mine.

Erin's gaze shifted back to me. "And... well... not to put too fine a point on it... we thought maybe you could help her with that, help both of us."

My heart was now thumping and arousal was sweeping over me. Still, a little voice doubted; this was too much like the script of a porn flick. Things like this just didn't happen, did they? Were the two women pranking me? Or - a darker thought occurred - was it a scam? Though why would two medical professionals, whose names and place of employment I knew, be scamming me?

While these fevered thoughts rushed through my brain, and blood rushed through my veins, I realized that I had been silent.

Abby filled the vacuum. "We were wondering whether you might like to have sex with me. Back in the office, you sure seemed like you might be interested."

I hoped the low lights disguised my blushes. "Sorry, was I that obvious?" I asked sheepishly.

"Men are always obvious," Erin drawled in reply.

"And...?" asked Abby, her eagerness all too evident.

"I..." I looked at Erin. "And you...?"

"I'll be there," said the doctor in a very matter-of-fact manner, "but I'll only... interact with Abby. I don't share her rather sordid needs."

Abby seemed wholly uncaring about her partner's barbed comments, and just looked at me expectantly.

My brain was in overdrive. If this didn't seem real, it probably wasn't real. Maybe I was the victim of some reality TV show. Then again, why would my dental practitioners be part of such a thing?

I decided to ignore my higher mental functions and obey the dictates of an entirely different organ.

Rather hoarsely, I said, "Sure, I'll fuck you Abby. How do we do this?"

 

How we did this was apparently to decamp to the women's apartment, which was not so far away.

As Erin explained arrangements and gave me the location, she took an almost professional approach to the whole thing. "You might want to send someone the address, just from a safety perspective."

"You don't strike me as serial killers," I laughed.

"Maybe not," replied Erin, "but we have access to anesthetics, and Abby here is very competent with a hypodermic."

Abby nodded vigorously with a slightly devilish grin.

I couldn't tell whether they were joking or not, and decided to assume so. Anyway, I knew I was going to their place regardless of any warnings Erin might deliver. I'd already surrendered to my own pent-up needs.

"It's OK," I said, "it's only really Mom, and what would I tell her?" I thought just how pathetic that must sound, but neither woman commented on my trainwreck of a social life.

"As you wish," Erin said instead, "but please remember that we have your personal details on file at the practice. I have a scheduled email sitting in my outbox that will get delivered tomorrow morning... if I don't cancel it."

This time it seemed that the dentist was being utterly serious. It also occurred to me that the two of them had planned our encounter in some detail, probably even before my appointment. Maybe that realization should have given me pause, if anything it had the opposite effect. Perhaps I just had a thing for smart women who took control.

"And," Erin continued, reaching into her purse, "take this."

She looked around the bar and then placed a small pill in front of me.

"What is it?" I asked, "I... I don't do drugs, OK?"

"It's just sildenafil," replied the dentist.

I looked at her blankly, getting a sardonic smile in return. "Generic viagra," she explained. "I don't mean to impugn your virility, but Abby can be... a little demanding. Can't you, sweetie?"

"A little... sometimes," replied her girlfriend as if she was admitting to a chocolate addiction.

I picked up the tablet and made to take it, figuring both that I was already committed, and that my dentist was unlikely to be trying to poison me. In truth, I was already a kinda intimidated by the pair's expectations, and a little pharmaceutical help would be welcome.

"Not now," admonished Erin. "In twenty minutes or so."

"Twenty minutes? Will it have time to...?"

Erin rolled her eyes. "I'd assumed you be OK for round one. It was more round two I was thinking of."

'Round two?' I thought to myself, with an involuntary gulp.

Suitably chastised, I agreed to the doctor's schedule. I assumed Erin had a plan, she seemed the sort to always have a plan.

"So," said Erin, standing and motioning for Abby to do the same, "meet us there in thirty, OK? We need to get out of our work clothes. We're on the fifth. Just buzz the apartment number, there's an elevator."

"OK," I replied. This still had a dream-like quality.

"And don't drink too many of those," said the doctor seriously, pointing at my glass. "You know what Shakespeare said...?"

I really didn't, but - as the couple left - I pulled out my phone and decided to do some research. Anything to calm my racing mind and raging heart.

 

I don't know how often I checked the time, it was certainly frequently. Having found the quotation Erin had referenced, I decided she might have a point. Part of me craved another shot to steady my nerves and buttress my resolve, but the thought of not living up to the pair's hopes - and my own - was enough to have me stick to just my second drink, and focus on tiny sips, not large gulps. I had to drive anyway, I thought.

After several hours had gone by, my watch finally indicated twenty minutes elapsed. Allowing for the drive, it was time to go. I followed the doctor's orders and swallowed the pill. Shit! I felt like a nervous teen on his first date. Then my dates - I noted the cardinality - had already told me that fourth base was on the menu, or at least on Abby's menu. As I approached my car, I found myself wondering about Erin's role in all of this. Then I guessed that I would find out soon enough.

There was street parking on their road, and I stopped two blocks short of the address. No sense in being too obvious. The evening was warm and it was pleasant to walk, even if my heart's pounding was loud in my ears. The block was modern, an exercise in slate, steel, and glass. The neighborhood was good and the women's accommodation looked better. I assumed dentistry was a good gig.

A large panel contained a keypad, screen, and camera. I tapped in Abby and Erin's number and pressed 'call.' A light beside the camera glowed red and I heard Abby's voice. "Glad you decided to come. We're on the fifth, remember? Turn right when you leave the elevator."

As I ascended, I mused on whether the women did this often, and - based on how Abby had phrased things - whether some of their targets ended up chickening out at the last minute. It was kinda intimidating. Part of me was thankful it was only Abby who I had to satisfy. I might be getting a little too old for Erin as well.

But, as I said this to myself, I also knew that - unlikely as it might be to occur - an opportunity to interact, as she had put it, with the doctor would also be amazing.

The doors opened, I followed my instructions, and was soon standing outside of the couple's door. There was another bell and another camera, but the door opened before I could do anything, and Abby pulled me in.

 

Abby was wearing a bathrobe, and that appeared to be all, aside from a towel wrapped around her head. She motioned to a couch and joined me on it when I sat. "Erin's finishing her shower. We... well mostly I... got a little worked up after our chat. And, well... you know. So we are running a bit late."

An image of the two of them, nude and bodies entwined, filled my mind as another part of me filled with blood. For some reason I was unable to speak.

Abby giggled. "Does that turn you on? The thought of me and Erin?"

Given the situation, I saw no point in dissembling. "Well, I'm a man, and I have a pulse," I said, my voice a little shaky.

"I can see you have a pulse," replied Abby, stroking the front of my pants.

I found myself unable to say a thing, but her touch was electric, and I could feel my eyes widening.

"So," she continued, almost demurely, "I don't want to start... well... the main event, until Erin joins us, but, well... maybe we could get to know each other better first, OK?"

 

Still robbed of the power of speech, I simply nodded. The next thing I knew, Abby was kissing me, kissing me hard, and had steered my hand inside her robe to her soft, warm breasts.

At this point, I abandoned rational thought and gave myself up to pure hedonism. Maybe this encounter made no real sense, but I was going to enjoy it regardless. I fumbled for the belt of Abby's robe and pulled it undone. Standing, she shrugged the garment off of her shoulders, and I gasped.

I had appreciated Abby's curves through her scrubs, but now, standing nude in front of me, her body was close to perfect. Rounded mid-sized breasts, with large, soft areolae, that almost begged to be suckled. A narrow waist, swelling to sturdy hips and graceful legs. Between these, wispy deep red hair flamed, and there were few inches of her skin that had neither a freckle nor a darker birthmark.

"Worth the drive, Mark?" she asked, laughter in her voice.

There are few things sexier than a woman who knows she is sexy, and I found my arousal surging at both the sight of Abby and her words.

"She's a doll, right?" The voice came from an open bathroom door. Seeing Abby naked had made me all but forget about Erin, but now my jaw dropped.

She was holding a towel, but had neglected to wrap it around herself. To say the older woman was toned was to mistake a gym bunny for an Olympic athlete. Sculpted was more the word; there was not an ounce of fat on her, save for the slight swell of her small breasts. If she had said that she used to be a high jumper, I would not have been surprised.

"Look, but don't touch, tiger!" she purred sounding every inch the large feline herself.

As I stared at her girlfriend, I was aware of Abby kneeling down and beginning to unclasp my pants, then slide down the zipper.

Erin threw her towel to one side and sashayed across the room to her partner. Her sly smile showed me that she knew full well my eyes were riveted on her.

 

Abby appeared to be in a rush. I levered myself up to allow her to drag my pants off. She half dislodged my underwear in the process, then eagerly completed the task. There was no teasing, she just orally attacked me, and it felt amazing. I gasped at the sensation of her cheeks being sucked onto my shaft, while my head was already deep inside her mouth. Erin had said that her girlfriend had needs; they seemed to be urgent needs.

And Erin was with us now. Despite the little flames inside me that Abby was rapidly fanning into a raging fire, I just caught a strange look on the older woman's face. Was it a certain wistfulness, maybe even verging on sadness? But then it was gone, and Erin crouched next to her partner, stroking her hair tenderly as Abby energetically slid her lips up and down my now quivering shaft. Erin's fondness for her friend was so very obvious, and I wondered what other thoughts had maybe been going through the dentist's head.

Meanwhile, Abby was not only zealous, she was also highly proficient. My breath came faster and deeper, and I winced as her tongue sent little waves of pleasure coursing through my flesh. I moaned as she took me deeper, sucked harder.

She placed a hand between my legs and pushed firmly on my radix, making me even stiffer, causing me to twitch and groan. I knew I could take only a few more minutes of her intense and expert oral massaging.

My pre-orgasmic state must have been obvious, as Erin said, "Perhaps let's relocate to the bedroom."

I agreed and she continued without any change of tone, "And have you ever face-fucked a woman? Abby likes to be face-fucked while I go down on her."

Abby was still sucking me strenuously, but swiveled her eyes to her partner and made a noise that might have been, "Uh-huh."

"I... I could try... I guess," I stuttered, more convinced than ever that I had unwittingly stumbled onto the set of a porn flick. Face-fucking, who does that in real life?

"Enough, Abby," said Erin, with a note of command. I would probably have done whatever the doctor said if she spoke to me like that. Abby obeyed, sitting back on her haunches with a smile on her flushed face and drool covering her chin.

Erin got up and strode to another door. We followed her obediently. The bedroom was tastefully decorated in a modern coastal manner, though we were many miles from the sea. Abby appeared to know what was required of her and lay supine on the king-sized bed, her head hanging over the side, her eyes blinking expectantly.

Erin joined her girlfriend, getting on all fours between her legs. At this point the pill I had taken earlier seemed entirely superfluous. Abby opened her mouth wide and I throbbed in barely contained excitement.

As I was becoming accustomed to, Erin took control. "Now take it easy, Mark, it's not Abby's first rodeo, but don't get carried away... until I tell you to, that is!"

Abby had been mostly silent - it's impolite to talk with your mouth full, after all - but now she was soothing. "It's OK, Mark, just slide it in and keep going. I'll tap you if there is a problem."

Not wanting to let a lady down, I did just as Abby said. Erin watched critically, until my crotch pushed against her girlfriend's lips. Abby raised her hand with a thumbs up, and Erin coached me further. "Now slide out just an inch, slowly... that's it, then back in, just as slowly. Good. Now keep doing that while I get Abby in the mood for more."

With that, Erin dipped her head. I could see her tongue snake out and feel Abby's body twitch as her partner began to lick at her clit. Then the younger woman's hands were on my hips. She pushed me back a little further, then pulled me into her throat. I got the idea, and - hoping I wasn't disregarding Erin's instructions - adopted a slightly deeper and slightly faster tempo. Abby released me, and again I got a thumbs up from her.

I began to feel less nervous, and instead started to savor the situation. The feeling of Abby's mouth and throat forming a slick tunnel for me to fuck was super arousing, but the mental side was even more so. Performing a taboo act - one that I thought just a fantasy - on a more than willing participant was incredible. This just couldn't be happening.

My view of what Erin was doing to her partner was obscured by the older woman's dark hair, but her actions could not have been more obvious. Abby started to wriggle and arch as I probed her esophagus and her partner played with her pussy.

Despite her oral cavity being filled, Abby moaned, the reverberations on my shaft sending electricity through my already over-stimulated nerves. Focusing on the mechanics of doing this for the first time had somewhat dampened my ardor, but now I began to let go, and a pulsing tingling started to rapidly build.

Erin shifted and I could see that she was now using her hand as well as her tongue. Beneath me, Abby writhed around the axel provided by my shaft in her throat. Her body stiffened and her chest flushed, muffled groans resonating through my adamantine flesh.

As what was clearly a really powerful orgasm ripped through Abby's convulsing body, Erin raised her head, her mouth and chin glistening with female secretions. "You can fuck her face hard now, Mark, she's ready. And Abby wants you to cum inside her. Can you do that?"

I believed that I probably could. With her partner's permission and also again with Abby's encouraging hands on my hips, I began to treat her throat as a vagina. As I pounded, Erin went back to her fingering and licking, but now at a more fevered pace.

I could feel my own stimulation rising and rising, and Abby mirrored my excitement, beginning to squirm again. She found her nipples and pinched them hard as her girlfriend thrust her digits in and out of her pussy, and I did the same with my cock and her throat.

Incredibly, Abby seemed to be approaching her second peak, and her thrashing became wilder. The sight of pure pleasure surging through the gorgeous body of the hygienist was way too much for me. Totally losing myself, I thrust forward and squeezed my crotch against Abby's lips as I exploded into her throat, cumming harder than I could ever recall.

I suddenly felt guilt at my lack of control, but Abby just kept sucking on me as Erin drove her over the edge for a second time. I tried to disengage, but felt Abby's insistent hands on my butt, holding me in place.

Erin lifted her head again. "She likes to calm down with a cock still in her throat," she said, with a 'people are weird, right?' shrug.

Abby put both hands on her windpipe, and made contented noises as the aftershocks of the earthquake rippled through her. Only when the last tremor had passed, did she push on my thighs and my semi-erect shaft slithered out of her gasping mouth.

Abby's face had obviously been obscured while we fucked, but as I stepped back, I saw a reassuring 'cat who has got the cream' smile on her features, her eyes tight shut, as if reliving the intensity of the last few minutes.

"Thank you, Mark," she breathed. "That was dreamy. Now I just need a nice, long, regular fuck."

I looked at Erin again.

"The heart wants what the heart wants," the doctor said. "Or, in Abby's case, the pussy."

Once more, I got the sense of something else behind the dentist's words. However, I was still trembling from the force of my climax, and more concerned about how on Earth I was going to keep up with Abby.

 

Erin seemed to pick up on my uncertainty. First she pulled her partner up into a sitting position - Abby crossed her legs and beamed serenely, clearly at peace with the world - then the doctor got off the bed and joined me.

"We can't disappoint Abby, can we?" As she spoke, Erin placed a soft kiss on my lips.

"But I thought..." I said, rather confused.

"I know," Erin replied. "Don't get the wrong idea, but maybe I can help you get back in the game."

With that, she kissed me again, more forcefully. There was something about Erin, her strength of character, mirrored by her sinewy but graceful body. Though very different to her girlfriend's inviting curves, I found the older woman just as intoxicating. And - with a trace of guilt - I admitted to myself that there was a frisson associated with this confirmed lesbian making out with me.

With our lips still pressed together, Erin reached down and began to stroke me. I was already beginning to exhibit signs of renewed life. She pulled back, I got a wicked smile and the words, "Promising, but let's accelerate things, shall we?"

With that, she knelt. Looking up at me, she took my stiffening member in her mouth. For someone who had forsworn male partners, Erin sure knew how to suck cock.

Popping off my now throbbing shaft, she purred, "Does that feel good, Mark? Let's get you nice and ready to fuck Abby."

Erin glanced back at her partner and Abby clearly received the message. The hygienist got off the bed and knelt beside her girlfriend. The two women kissed passionately, then proceeded to share me, each taking turns to hold my now fully erect cock while the other took it in her mouth.

It was the most sensual thing I had ever seen, and I once more began to get lost. Already I felt tingles racing through me. Did the pair have magical powers, or was it simply the chemical assistance provided by the tablet Erin had given me?

After more minutes of exsquisite oral torture, Erin finally said, "I think he's ready, honey."

Abby licked her lips - she actually fucking licked her lips - and got onto the bed on all fours, her shapely ass toward me, knees close to the edge. My role was obvious.

A thought suddenly crossed my mind. "I don't have any condoms... do you?"

Erin put a finger on my lips. "Hush... it's OK. I checked your records, and I know you're clean. We are too."

Part of me wanted to take Erin at her word, the idea of barebacking Abby was pretty arousing. But not all men are ruled by their dicks all of the time. "I'd prefer... if you don't mind..." I said haltingly.

"Of course," smiled Erin. "Perhaps another time."

With that, she took a foil packet from the nightstand, ripped it open, and put the contents in her mouth. I could do nothing but stare, wide-eyed, as she once more knelt and used her lips to roll the condom down me. It again occurred to me that she must have some backstory, but I had more pressing things on my mind right now.

"Better?" asked Erin.

"Can we get on?" Abby asked impatiently from the bed. "I really need to be fucked."

I saw that Abby had a hand between her legs and was furiously massaging herself. My next step was obvious.

With a glance at Erin for approval, I placed one hand on Abby's waist and used the other to guide my glans to her dripping opening. In other circumstances, I might have liked to taste the younger woman's pussy first, but she had made her preferences quite clear.

I felt Erin's palms on my back, pushing me forward, and I thrust hard into Abby, slapping into her rubbery ass as I gave her my full length. The hygienist squealed and rubbed herself harder. Then she breathed, "Erin."

As I began to plow Abby, Erin went and lay in front of her, legs splayed. The younger woman buried her face between her partner's thighs. I was sure I had seen this scene in porn movies, and it was still so unbelievable that it was happening to me in real life.

Erin put a hand on her girlfriend's head, pushing her down. Then she fixed her eyes on me. "Come on Mark, you can do better than that. Fuck her harder. Really fuck her! That's what Abby likes. Treat her like a nasty whore. Use her. She loves it!"

Erin maintained the steam of dirty talk, and I did as I was instructed, willing my muscles to increase the pace with which I pounded Abby. She was tight and warm and slick, and I tried to dismiss the thought of taking off the condom.

Impact waves rippled through Abby's butt as I thumped remorselessly into her. Her body began to twitch, her soft moans muffled by Erin's pussy lips.

The older woman's voice was thicker now, as Abby's tongue worked magic on her, but she still kept up her encouragement. "That's it... oh! Just... mmm... like that. Fuck her! Fuck the slut so hard. She... oh! She wants to cum. Make Abby cum, Mark! I... mmm..."

Erin closed her eyes and bit her lip, clearly overwhelmed by her partner's cunnilingual skills. I didn't need her coaching to keep doing what I was doing. Indeed, as Erin silently orgasmed, her face drawn tight in a mask of commingled pleasure and intensity, I began to feel a pulsing twitching in my cock as I thrust it deeply into Abby's receptive vagina.

On top of the shockwaves I was sending through Abby's ass, I began to discern a quivering in her body. Her face still pressed against Erin's vulva, Abby started to groan.

'Hold on just a little longer,' I told myself, 'just a little longer.'

Erin had now recovered enough to recommence her instructions. "That's it, fuck her good! She's nearly there. Make the little slut cum. Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!"

Abby's body tensed and she raised her head to utter a primal scream. I kept pounding, prolonging her pleasure, trying to delay mine. But the sight of the younger woman's uncontrolled climax pushed me past the point of no return. My roars blended with Abby's impassioned squeals as I pulsed and pulsed and pulsed into her, my muscles rigid, my heart thumping.

I just about had the presence of mind to grip the end of the condom as Abby rolled onto her back, totally spent, and I slipped out of her. Then I simply stood there panting, eyes closed, not quite believing what had just happened.

The next thing I knew, I felt fingers on my cock. I opened my eyes to see Erin peeling the sheath off of me. She winked and carried the full condom to Abby. "Open wide," she instructed her girlfriend, before dripping my semen into her mouth.

After everything else, this one act was just so erotic and frankly depraved that it took what breath I still had away. I simply gawked at the pair as Abby, her eyes still closed, ran a finger-tip around her lips to collect a few stray globules and transfer them to her smiling mouth.

Erin grinned at me. "Abby just loves cum," she explained rather unnecessarily.

 

Abby exhaled loudly, then pulled herself up to sitting. "Wow! That was just what I wanted! Thank you so much, Mark."

Not knowing what else to say, I simply replied, "You're welcome."

She stood and pecked me on the cheek. "I need to brush my teeth." With that she left for the bathroom.

Erin was sitting on the bed, and patted the covers indicating that I should join her. I pretty much fell onto it, suddenly feeling very tired.

To my surprise, Erin put an arm around my shoulder and gave me a hug. When she spoke her voice was soft and genuine. "Thank you from me too. I hope the experience was OK for you."

"OK?" I laughed. "It was totally mind-blowing."

Still embracing me, Erin added, "Well I guess that worked out."

I felt I had to ask a question. "But you... what you..."

Erin disengaged, but not in an unfriendly manner. It seemed that she was lost in thought.

Abby's voice drifted back to us. "Gonna take a shower, OK?"

Erin yelled back an "OK!"

Perhaps now feeling she had more time, the doctor twisted her head to look at me. "Yeah... I know. Thing is... well I'd do pretty much anything for Abby. Even..."

"Even helping strange men to fuck her," I said quietly, sensing that Erin was suppressing some strong feeling.

She looked down at the floor as she spoke. "I guess." A smile briefly crossed her lips as she added, "Not that you are that strange. You're OK, Mark." Then her expression once more became serious.

"Love makes you do odd things, right?" I observed, and Erin nodded.

Maybe it was me dropping the 'L Word,' but something seemed to break in her, and tears began to fall. Erin's rapid emotional collapse was all the more poignant given the strong, decisive woman I had observed to date. I could never have predicted that she would end up sobbing against my chest, and it was not as if the evening had not already been filled with utterly incredible events.

Erin made an effort to pull herself together, and sat back up, wiping her eyes. "I don't know why, but I feel I can talk to you," she said.

"I've just got that kinda face, I guess," I replied, getting a wan smile in reply.

With a deep sigh, Erin said, "I... I just don't know why I'm not enough for her. She's..."

"She's your World," I said, "that's really obvious."

Erin nodded, tears once more running down her cheeks.

I took her hand. "And it's equally obvious that she loves you just as much," I said, as reassuringly as I could.

"Really?" said Erin, raising her eyes to me.

"Really," I replied.

It was my turn to take a deep breath and let it go. "Listen, Erin, I'm not this wise or experienced person. I've never done anything like today before. I may be talking crap. But..."

"But...?" said Erin almost pleadingly.

"But sex and love aren't the same thing. I mean, I guess I've been a little in love with any woman I've fucked." Realizing the implication of my words, I added, "Yeah that includes you two. But sex can just be sex. The fact that Abby enjoys..." Words failed me and I gestured with my hand. "... what we just did. Well, it doesn't mean she doesn't love you. It's just... fun. Sex can be fun, right?"

"I guess," Erin acknowledged.

An idea was forming in my head. It was a crazy idea, but I felt I had to share it. "Listen," I began, "I may be totally wide of the mark here, but I've got a suggestion."

Erin stared at me expectantly.

"OK, I'll just say it. If... well, if you wanted someone who could... help out Abby, like on a regular basis. Someone who wouldn't make it weird, who'd stick to boundaries. Just being... friends who fuck, I guess."

 

I wondered if 'friends' was assuming too much, but Erin said nothing and I went on. "Well, I think I know someone who might actually be really pleased to, you know, help. What do you think?"

Erin was quiet for a few minutes. When she spoke, her voice was uncertain. "Can I say a firm maybe?" She smiled weakly at me. "It's a kind offer, but... but I'd need to think about it. And..."

"It's OK," I said. "Take your time, talk to Abby. You have my number."

I stood. "Maybe I should go. Let you two have some private time. It was special today. I enjoyed myself. And I like you both. As for anything else, that's up to you."

"Don't you want to say goodbye to Abby," Erin asked. "Or to have a shower?"

"I'll wash at home," I replied, walking into the living room to retrieve my clothes. "And give her a kiss from me, OK? She is - as you say - a real doll."

When I was dressed, a still naked Erin gave me a hug. "I'll think about it. It was really nice to meet you properly, Mark."

I dared to kiss her farewell, and Erin made no objection. I walked to the elevator, considering that I might wake up from my erotic dream sometime soon. Inside, I pressed 'First Floor' and leaned against the wall, trying to come to terms with all that had happened since my dental appointment.

It was still warm out as I walked back to my car. I pressed the ignition and began to drive home. Five minutes into the trip, a message popped up on the screen, and Siri asked if she should read it.

"Yes," I said, eyes on the road.

Someone with the number 271 828 1828 said: Hi, Mark, give us a call when you get home. We have a lot to talk about. Erin and Abby

THE END

 

 

My first story here, Ice Cream, received an immense amount of helpful feedback along the lines of me using too many big and complicated words. I fully intend to write what I want to write, and not to cater to any specific demands.

The language in this new story has not been toned down to placate the mob, I've simply reverted to my normal style after a literary-inspired experiment.

F. S.

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