for months i had been longing for some sexual attention and my needs were coming to a climax of near desperation. there are lengths of time a man can go without the sensual interaction from another person, but sooner or later he must not rely on his own ability to satisfy himself. i was dreadfully turned off at this point at the idea of masturbating and feeling the pathetic squirt of semen eek from my near limp penis. i needed more, much more, and my soul so ferociously yearned for the warmth and tender touches of a good friend that knew my body and knew my desire.

i believe in the love and affection that anyone can give to another, be they the same gender or not or even one who has commited themselves to be your sole lover. there are two women in my life whom i have considered to be the the sweetest and dearest friends for many years. now, we have known each other sexually and felt much intwined with our sexualities and played out our fantasies in many ways. their names are kaylee and ashley, and i adore them as much as they adore each other. they are lovely young women ages 27 and 29, both sweetly endowed with sumptuous soft curves and perfectly heaving breasts. ashley, at the time, was eight months pregnant from another lover of whom i suspect will commit his life to her. kaylee, naturally, has been faithfully by her side helping her cope with the needs of a woman in her delicate condition and that had naturally occupied the vast majority of their time.

ergo, my dilemma. as it happened though, ashleys male counterpart had left town for the week and she and kaylee were spending time with each other – away from men folk for a week as i had gathered. one sunday afternoon, being they shared all sorts of things with one another, ashley expressed how urgent her desire was for an expedition in the art of anal penetration. with a wide eyed ambition, kaylee listened as ashleys heated hormonal lust was spelled out before her.

on that fateful eve of my desperation, when i could no longer bring myself to muster an orgasm of my own creation, i heard the phone ring. much to my surprise, and soon to be exquisite delight and satisfaction, it was kaylee. she was calling to ask if she and ashley could visit with me for the evening and reflect on some “pastimes” and catch up on the recent events of our lives. i could hear mischeif in her voice and chanced a mention of the possibility of a little recreational pleasure if she felt up to the task later. i was overcome with glee when her response to my question was yes and that she had quite the devious notion in mind.

they arrived around five in the afternoon. it was summer and when kaylee stepped out of her car she was wearing a pair of shorts that could hardly contain her round ass. ashley, dear girl was clambering out clumsily as she supported the awkwardness of her pregnancy. i couldnt help my self though, in finding her shape of her quite satisfying and her engorged breasts were busting from her tanktop, as were her long hardened nipples. what a sight they were, figures of celestial beauty and somehow more lovely was ashley in her fragile state. there was something in my manhood that wanted to set her tight in my arms and care for her every need and desire. kaylee reached into the car and pulled from it a non descript pink bag, closed the door, and skipped around the front to grab ashleys hand and help her up the stairs to my front door. they were both smiling and playful, and when they reached my threshold i was near instantly drunk from the sweetness of their smell and the youthfull joy that exuded from their very beings.