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smacks and slurps and spits as his sucking
grows more urgent. My nipple hardens in his mouth, but my poor clit feels like
it will melt right off my body. I try not to move. If I move, Leena’s paint
will hit my clit again. My entire body trembles.
    She’s set down her brush and is wiping her brow. Thank god ,
she’s done down there. She takes a swig of water, then she trades places with
Randall. He takes a drink and offers me one also. Panting, I refuse. “Come on,
honey, you need to stay hydrated,” he says. I gulp. Most of it runs down the
side of my face.
    Leena starts painting my left breast. “You’re doing fine ,”
she says again. Randall takes her place between my legs. He spreads my knees. I
screw my eyes shut. Oh god, please don’t let him paint my clit again. Please.
Leena is doing the top of my nipple. He’s doing something at my crotch. She’s
doing the underside of my nipple, and it hurts, it hurts ! Pain builds on
pain and I think I can take it no longer…and now Randall is fucking me.
    My eyes fly open. He is fucking me. He’s straddling me,
propped up on his elbows, trying to stay out of Leena’s way, and his banana is
in me . I watch in disbelief—how did I not notice what’s happening down
there? I hear myself moan. He rides me, in and out, in and out, crooning to me
in a soft voice, “Honey, oh, honey, honey, you’re doing so good…” My arms reach
up and try to clutch at his shoulders, but Leena bats them down. She paints the
underside of my areola and I cry out.
    “Randall!” she says, “Stop that bucking. Can’t you screw her
without making me mess up?”
    “Sorry,” he says, laughing. “This is just so fun ,
don’t you think?”
    Fun or torture? Take your pick.
    Leena finishes my tit and sits up. “Whew,” she says. She
regards the Gabby-and-Randall pony show. I can’t believe this is
happening—Randall is fucking me, Leena is watching, and I like it .
The pain is almost gone now and I am a quivering bag of Jell-O and I can barely
move—but I like being screwed by Randall. This is what I’ve been waiting
for and he knows it. Leena leans over and kisses me. She strokes my hair. I
like Leena too. I like her a lot. I smile up at her and touch her red breast.
She clears a tear from the side of my face. “Poor baby,” she sighs. “We hurt
you, didn’t we?”
    Randall is screwing me faster now. He’s panting and Leena is
lying beside me—almost on top of me—kissing me and fondling my breasts and now
she’s diddling my clit with her finger as his cock rams me from inside. I reach
for her and find her warm wet place with my own hand. She moans. Randall’s
chest is slapping her back with each thrust, and she’s pressed into me in such
a way that I feel like two people are making love to me at once. It is
unbearably wonderful. I meet her kisses with kisses of my own. My chest rises
to hers as my hips rise to Randall’s and I’m fucking them both at the same
time. I cry out. Or maybe I’m just plain crying.
    All pain is gone now and all I feel is them .

Chapter Three
     
    It’s a little while later and we’ve spent ourselves. We’re
lying on our backs, resting. I’m holding hands with Leena and playing footsies
with Randall. I ache sweetly all over. I listen to the strains of classical
guitar and think, I could stay here forever .
    Randall turns on his side, props his head on his hand and
regards me and Leena. “You know, this thing, the three of us, it’s working really
well .”
    I smile. I’m too tired to talk, but I agree.
    “Mmm-hmm…” murmurs Leena, “it’s just right. With you, Gabby.
You’re wonderful.”
    I squeeze her hand.
    “You should see yourself,” says Randall, tracing a finger
lightly over my stomach, following the blue edge of my new bikini. “You look so
sexy.”
    I want to see. I sit up and study the new painting on my
body. It’s just the undercoat, I know, but it is a lovely shade of blue and I
think that if I had to leave