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PPA slid wordlessly off the couch in response to my silent instruction, adjusting the position of the cushion before sliding between my thighs and ducking up under my dress. Her tongue was soft and superbly talented, and I sighed contentedly and resumed reading as she went back to work on my grateful pussy. I don't usually cum just from oral -- I typically need either a hard cock or toy inside me, direct g-spot stimulation, or some heavy vibe action -- but it's a wonderful warm up, and a great way to pass the time. And this girl knew her way around a pussy, let me tell you! I tapped her head for a quick pause as I sat up and whipped my sundress off over my head, lying back naked on the couch as she got back to her task.

Note I said "usually", not "never". Pippa's talented tongue, combined with the stimulation of the extremely graphic scene in my book (and the almost agonizing level of arousal I'd been feeling all day) was having a significant effect on me, and I squirmed and gasped as she worked me over. I groaned and twitched my hips at sudden flick of her tongue. "Oh, fuck. Here we go. Don't you stop!" I dropped the book and threw my arms over my head to grab the back of the couch for leverage, arching my back as she locked her lips around my clit and sucked.

"Oh my God. Holy fuck. Shit, shit, shitshitshit!" My words trailed off into a howl as my whole body shook with a climax that seemed to go on forever. I felt my pussy gush as I twitched and moaned, while PPA kept up her attentions, drawing every last gasp of release out of me. At last I tapped her head to stop and let me catch my breath. I savoured the moment, stretching and running my fingers through my hair before sitting up to address my PPA.

"Clean this up," I told her, indicating the wet mess I had created. "Then go do your own thing. I'll call you when I need you." She immediately rose to her feet, and I admired her firm ass as she walked away to fetch some cloths.

I retreated to the washroom to tidy up, then headed to the kitchen to start lunch, smiling as I passed the half-open door to Pippa's room -- the loud buzzing and softer whimpering sounds indicated she was using the time to tend to her own needs. Excellent.

I gave her a reasonable amount of personal time before announcing lunch, and we made small talk over soup and sandwiches. She had dressed in a nice light blouse-and-skirt combo, while I had (regretfully) slipped back into my sundress. But that wouldn't be staying on for long, I was far too frisky.

Lunch over, I stood and began gathering the dishes. PPA rose when I did, and stood attentively, awaiting instructions. My pussy was tingling again, so I pondered for a moment before deciding. "Get the remote," I told her.

I quickly ditched my dress again as she left the room, and I leaned back against the counter to wait for her to fetch the requested device. She returned a few moments later dressed in only a black mesh bodysuit and carrying a small pink toy. Setting the device on the counter beside me, she dropped to her knees and once again applied her oral attentions to my grateful womanhood. Feeling my juices start to flow freely, I tapped head and handed her the toy, which she carefully slid into my well-lubricated opening. I sighed at the sudden sensation, then pulled on a snug-fitting pair of panties to help hold it in place. Pippa relaxed on the couch to watch a movie while I tended to a few chores.

The toy shifted subtly inside me as I moved around the kitchen, a delightful sensation in itself, but not the primary reason I chose it. I was just turning on the water to start washing dishes when the first jolt hit: the toy abruptly buzzed inside me, making me twitch with the sudden stimulation. I took a quick look around. PPA was still on the couch, seemingly engrossed in her program, but I knew she had the remote control for the toy tucked down beside her.

She teased with a few more sudden jolts before turning it on to the lowest setting, a steady, gentle vibration that tickled my insides and never failed to get me warmed up. I stood motionless at the sink for a moment, eyes closed, head back, releasing my breath in a half-sigh, half-moan as I savoured the sensation. I squealed as the vibration abruptly jumped in forcefulness for a second before returning to its steady vibration. Naughty girl.

Yesterday's dinner dishes to soak, put food away, wipe the table. Wash dishes, dry dishes. Put away. Wipe counter, sweep floor. The toy teased me with quick pulses and changes in rhythm, returning to a steady buzz that gradually increased in intensity. I moaned softly when the buzz was replaced with a slower, stronger throbbing. My knees almost buckled when the steady vibration gave way to a pulsing rhythm. My panties were beyond damp, my pussy lips cleary visible through the wet fabric.

I was just putting the broom away when the vibration stopped completely. Wait, no. A very slow, soft, rumbling vibration, barely perceptible at first, and I knew what that meant. Sure enough, the power slowly increased as I crossed the room, leaning on the kitchen island with a moan to enjoy what was coming. Stronger. Faster. I clenched my thighs together to increase the sensation. Higher. The rumbling starting to become a buzz. My breath was coming in gasps, something big stirring inside me along with the toy. I pressed my waist against the counter, palms flat on top as I groaned. Faster. Harder. I was panting, whimpering slightly with each breath as the toy approached full power. And suddenly it was there, and so was I. I bent double over the counter, both hands gripping the far edge for support as my knees collapsed. "Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." My words degenerated into a long groan as my climax hit, and a wave of absolute ecstacy washed over me. The throbbing toy drew spasm after spasm out me, wracking my body with pleasure until it was almost painful. I slapped the counter, and my faithful PPA obliged by hitting the off switch and allowing me to come back down to earth. I whimpered gratefully. then slithered off the counter, handing her the toy to clean and return to its place.

My legs were still reluctant to support my weight as I wobbled my way back to the master suite, so I peeled of my saturated panties and sprawled across the bed for a few minutes, moving and stretching to recover from the impact of that amazing series of orgasms. Of course, thinking about it brought back the tingle of arousal as always (that ever-present itch), but for the time being I was satisfied enough not to do anything about it. Eventually, I decided to get moving again before dozed off. I grabbed my discarded panties off the floor, noting the wetness as I tossed them in the laundry bin. Hmm. Maybe a rinse-off for myself was in order as well.

The bathroom in the master suite featured a gorgeous granite tile shower, and I spend a few minutes playing with the rather complex controls until I achieved the perfect set of sprays. I luxuriated under the hot water for some time, just enjoying the relaxing massage, before finally reaching for the shower puff and bottle of body wash. I had just built up a nice lather on my torso when a thought occurred to me; stepping quickly out of the shower cubicle, I tapped out a quick message on my phone. "PPA. Shower."

She arrived in less than a minute, this time dressed in a beautiful white lace set. "Wash me," I instructed her, handing her a soft cloth and the soap.

I turned my own attention to my hair as she lowered herself to her knees and began lathering my pussy. She was extremely thorough, of course, massaging the area with a gentle touch for several minutes while I cleaned the rest of my body, and I was beyond tingling by the time I touched her head to stop.

I rinsed my pussy while she rose to her feet. Her outfit, damp from the spray, had gone nearly transparent; her tits were clearly visible through the thin material. Feeling mischievous, I turned one of the multiple shower heads so the water cascaded over her body; the lacy fabric clung to her, disappearing almost completely. I ogled her young body shamelessly, from her dainty feet up her shapely legs, the dark shape of her pussy through her saturated panties, up across her chest, and my breath caught with the smouldering look on her face as our eyes met.

She moved forward, closing the small gap between us before I could speak, turning her head to kiss my neck as her hand moved back between my legs. Those magical fingers had spent a lot of time in there over the year she had served as my PPA, but there was an intensity to the moment that was new, and had me wondering if we were crossing a line. I moaned softly as she opened me up, sliding the tip of one finger inside as her lips closed over my earlobe. My hands caressed her back, and suddenly I was fumbling with the clasp on her bra, breaking our embrace to remove the soaked garment, dropping to my knees to peel her panties down off her legs, rising again, both hands on her delightfully tight ass, pulling her roughly against me as our lips met for the first time. Her tongue invaded my mouth as she pushed me back against the wall; her thigh between my legs pressed against my pussy. Fuck yeah. I moaned into her mouth as she worked her hand back between us, driving two fingers deep inside me. I cried out as she hit my g-spot, my voice echoing in the tight confines of the shower as I begged her to continue. She obliged, but out of her own desire, not simply out of obedience, her movements almost punishingly strong, feeling like she was trying to lift me off my feet. My arms flailed for something to grab for support as I nearly slipped on the wet tile. Panting with arousal and sudden fear of injury, I tapped Pippa's head and disengaged to collect myself.

We toweled off quickly, and she followed me to the bed. Our mouths met once again as we wrapped around each other, and we wrestled and squirmed, kissed and touched each other before finally settling into a comfortably sensual sixty-nine with her on top. I raised my head, tongue extending of its own accord for its first taste of pussy, my tentativeness in stark contrast to my PPA's voracious attack on my own nether regions. I gasped and wriggled from the attention, trying to focus on what I was giving while enjoying what I was receiving, and was rewarded with a satisfying moan from the mouth buried in my pussy. I moaned in turn as I climbed the hill toward climax, pausing once to hand Pippa a pair of items from the bedside table: a large black dildo, curved for g-spot stimulation, and a small but powerful rose vibe. She gave me one last flurry with her wonderful tongue before replacing her mouth with the toys, driving my arousal to the next level.

I did my very best to keep up, lapping and sucking furiously on her clit, plunging two fingers in and out of her pussy while another teased the rosebud of her asshole, but I was in another world, another universe of sheer pleasure and desire. A remote corner of my brain heard her cry out, felt a sudden gush of wetness on my face as she came, but my own overstimulated pussy held my focus. The peak was there, so close, so close. The rose buzzed on my clit. The dildo plunged deep, the tip angled up with practiced precision as it withdrew, and I groaned at another burst of pleasure.

"Oh fuck. Oh yeah," I whimpered. "Don't stop. So close. So close. Oh, fuck, here it comes!" I threw my head back and let out a long, loud groan as my orgasm finally hit, washing all thought from my mind as I twitched and flopped on the bed. Pippa kept working my pussy right through it, drawing a second and then a third wave of pleasure as I soaked the bed with a massive gush of wetness. Eventually she let up, setting both toys aside and lowering her face to lick me clean. I raised my head and once more buried my face in the pussy above me, almost drowning myself in her wetness as I expressed my gratitude.

We eventually disengaged, and Pippa returned to her room after carefully cleaning me up with a damp cloth. I regretfully climbed back into my dress and headed to the kitchen to start prepping for supper. A short while later, the roast was in the oven, and I relaxed on the couch to watch a movie. I tapped out a quick message on my phone, and my faithful PPA emerged once again from her room to tend to her duties. Still naked from her shower, she sank to the floor in front of me as I lifted my dress off over my head again and slid down, opening my legs to allow her access, and she began a process of gentle, slow, steady licks to help me pass the time.

The movie was about halfway through when Eric returned home, and we spent a few moments chatting about his day at work, for all the world as if there wasn't a naked young lady with her face buried in my pussy while we talked. He headed off for a quick shower, and returned a few minutes later, wonderfully naked as I was, his beautiful, thick cock already at half mast. He knelt on the floor behind my PPA and slipped on a condom, and she released a long, happy sigh as he pushed slowly inside her.

I enjoyed the incredibly arousing scene as my man fucked her in front of me while she continued to lavish attention on my ever-welcoming snatch. My arousal, kept brewing over the past hour by her attentive performance of her duties, climbed along with theirs. My hands massaged my tits, tweaking my nipples for added stimulation. I gently cradled Pippa's head, holding her in place as she fought to maintain her attentions. Groaned as a small climax washed over me. PPA was panting with effort and arousal, suddenly lifting her head and surging forward. I wrapped my arms and legs around her, holding her close as she buried her face in my chest, crying and shaking as a massive orgasm rocked her body. She obligingly slid off me and out of the way as I smiled up at my man. "Welcome home!" I proclaimed, holding my arms and legs wide, completely open to him.

He climbed onto the couch, lifted my feet to my shoulders, and was instantly balls-deep inside me, and I let out a grateful groan as my pussy finally got the hard, deep pounding it had been begging for all day. I howled as he hammered into me, no holding back now, and when he tensed, poised on the edge, I was right there with him. "Cum with me," I begged him, and he obliged, unleashing a few hard, raging strokes and unloaded inside me. My world exploded as I felt his cum fill me, and I full out screamed with my own release. He held himself fully inside, grinding against me to maintain stimulation as I rode out an earth-shattering climax. I thrashed and wailed, my fingernails raking his back as wave after wave crashed over me, finally easing into a gentler twitching before stopping altogether. We held each other for a long moment after, treasuring the closeness after our long time apart. At last, the smell of the roast alerted us that it was time to finish preparing the meal, so we regretfully got dressed and got busy.

We chatted over dinner, enjoying the quiet and the company, but after a while I once again was beginning to feel a certain tingle, so I took them both by the hand and led them to the bedroom, where my faithful PPA...

You know what? Screw that. The three of us spent the next four hours fucking each other senseless in every imaginable configuration. By the time we finished, Eric was too drained to get it back up, Pippa was asleep on the edge of the bed, and my pussy was at last fully satisfied, at least for the time being.

Tomorrow would be another day.

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