Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * ... * * * * * * * * * Marcella Henry was sitting at the PLATO’s night monitoring console. As usual, she was naked. Her legs were spread wide for the camera beneath her desk, and her hand was between her legs softly stroking her slit. Meanwhile, Richard– Doctor Mueller– was in the Growth Processing Room lying on one of the strange tables. At least. The two were an interesting but exciting contrast in womanhood as they knelt side by side, thighs parted revealing on the one hand my wife’s bulging bare vulva and the other woman’s slit peeking out past wisps of surrounding hair. He and I knelt between the legs of each other’s woman. I gripped my shaft and fed my knob into her slit. She felt hot and wet. My knob slipped into the entrance to her cunt. I pushed forward and slid further into her tightness. Oh yes, she did feel good, even more so. Her hands rose up again, silky smooth fingers brushing over her breasts, her right pausing for a moment at that small, hardened, pierced nipple. She gently pulled on the ring for a moment before releasing, a soft sigh escaping her lips as her legs began to kick slowly, treading water. Her eyes closed, savoring the sensations as her hands slowly worked their way down towards her sex, soft fingers brushing through her well-trimmed pubic hair before sliding over her puffy, slick nethers. The. With each stroke up and down, Jane alternated between sucking and not sucking; occasionally allowing her teeth to glide along him, she could feel him stiffening even more. His legs tensed and he grabbed her by the hips; pulling her down onto him, he pressed his tongue into her. John brought a hand up and over her thigh, to her vagina. He started to finger her opening as she rocked on him. The rhythm of his tongue and fingers probing into and around her matched that of her mouth and hands on.