Mandy called on Valentine’s Day. She was thinking about me and our dance together. She wants me so bad.

I see how she prances around in that thin black skirt. She wants me to notice. I can see her sweet little firm ass through it. She’s such a show-off. She has decided to give up on men and go with women. She tells me that men just don’t understand what a woman needs sexually, and don’t really care. But women do.

She says she’s been having wet dreams about pressing her warm body to mine when we dance, but in her dreams we’re naked. She would love it. I glide my tongue over her hard, sweet nipples. Her pussy would get so wet, she would beg me to put my fingers all the way up in it and I would lick her clit ever so softly and gently, kissing it, even. I can hear her moaning and begging. I would lightly tease her clit, making sure she’s right on the edge, and then stop and say, “Don’t you do it, don’t you dare come.” Then before she could say another word, I would hold her down and kiss her full lips, thrusting my tongue slowly down her throat, my hands feeling her breasts and softly pinching her nipples.

Then Anthony comes in — we’re lying on the dance floor under the mirror ball. With his pump he has created an unbelievably extra-large erection. He wants to take us both on. He is totally nude, his body glistening with oil from Victoria’s Secret. (He has been watching us and masturbating.) He straddles Mandy. I help guide his throbbing dick into her pretty pink pussy. She is begging us to make her come. Anthony, with one mighty pelvic thrust, penetrates Mandy’s hot juicy mound, then comes immediately and falls to the floor. Poor Mandy. She is ready to scream she’s so frustrated. (It’s all up to us women!)

So I slowly glide my tongue over the inside of her young, firm thighs. I push her legs straight up and back over her head and lick all around the outside of her outer pussy lips. “Yes, please, yes,” she moans helplessly. Then I slowly part her swollen lips with the tip of my tongue and push it inside her soft, moist pussy. Damn, she tastes so silky and sweet. My tongue lightly dances in and out. At the same time I’m sucking up all of Anthony’s and Mandy’s juices. She starts screaming, “I’m going to come!” She’s got a handful of my hair and is going wild, her hips are pumping my face faster and faster, she’s tensing up. Damn, she’s making me so hot. I’m running my fingers quickly over my clit and in and out of my dripping-wet pussy hole. Anthony is finally awake again and is behind me, slipping his tongue in and out of my ass. I can’t stand it any longer. I’m coming. At the same time, Mandy comes violently, erupting in my mouth and all over my face — and then we collapse. What a woman!