was arched on the table.



The three of them came at seemingly the same moment of passion, gasping in unison: each immersed in the fullness of their own petite mort as their consciousness bloomed white with orgasmic pleasure. Aubrey’s hips were thrust up as her hand, trembling, brought her to completion. Her hips shuddered as her vagina convulsed, like a hungry mouth greedily begging for more. More, she thought. I wanted more. But the moment was quickly over, as she fell back onto the slippery massage table into a pool of her own sweat. She let her legs flop open, fingers gently rubbing herself as the final twitches of pleasure faded away.

The three of them paused for a moment, as if in honor of some transition. The man chucklingas he stood, still partially inside Charlene with his gradually shrinking manhood. Charlene had her chin in her hands as she grinned like a Cheshire cat at Aubrey who lay, finally totally exposed and vulnerable, utterly relaxed, with nothing to hide, from herself or anyone other.

“Welcome to the sisterhood,” Charlene said. Aubrey was too full in her own world of satisfaction to wonder what that entailed, but she would understand soon enough.

To Be Continued…Next Chapter: The Death of Shame