3 comments/ 136668 views/ 37 favorites The Trio By: re2_13903 x The following happened to me a couple of years ago. As a second-year graduate student I was very busy between work and class. I had very little time for socializing but as the time passed I found that I was getting hornier and hornier. I would have loved a girlfriend but had no time for one. I had to content myself with late night masturbation sessions in which I would imagine myself getting various sexual favors from female coworkers or hot women I saw on the street. The following happened at around 3AM on a Saturday in May. I had been working long hours all week. As I worked longer hours, I found myself too tired at night to bother jerking off. On this night I was returning home after a birthday party for one of the guys at work. Theresa, the hottest girl at work was there in a short black dress. I did not have a crush on her precisely but I would have loved to fuck her. On the subway ride home I found my thoughts drifting back to her in that dress again and again. After so long without jerking off, these kinds of thoughts were torture and yet I could not help myself. I came out of my reverie to realize that I was all alone in the train car. Looking around the empty car for reassurance, I slowly slipped my hand down my pants and started to massage my straining erection. It was so tight that I could not manage much beyond awkwardly squeezing it. The warm touch of my hand was nice and I could feel my member swelling more as I imagined Theresa's tongue swirling around the tip of my cock, lapping up the precum. The pressure in my shorts became rather painful and so I reluctantly removed my hand. I couldn't bear it any longer. Throwing caution to the wind I unzipped my fly and took out my cock. Just being able to take it out in a public place was thrilling. I sat there; lightly rubbing it and reveling in the freedom I was experiencing. My hand wrapped around the shaft now and I started to pull on it harder and faster. My vivid fantasies of earlier came back as I got more and more into it. I closed my eyes as I imagined Theresa kneeling before me. Her mouth slid over my cock head as her tongue flicked the underside of the shaft. I let out a moan and she burst out in laughter. Startled I opened my eyes to see three girls standing in the doorway of the car staring at me and laughing hysterically. I was mortified as I quickly stuffed my deflating boner back into my pants. I quickly zipped up, ready to dash out of the car. The doors closed before I could even get out of my seat however and so I was forced to sit there in humiliation as the girls, still laughing there heads off, took seats across from me. I did not know what to do; I had never been so embarrassed before and there was no way for me to escape. I hung my head to keep them from seeing how red my face was and tried to sit absolutely still in a vain attempt to avoid drawing more attention. With my eyes closed their voices seemed amplified and I was acutely aware of their laughter and exclamations such as "did you see that" and "holy shit". Slowly their laughter subsided to be replaced by whispers, which I could not make out. Giggles still permeated the conversation but I could tell that the trio was starting to calm down. Time passed by slowly as I sat there listening to the girls whisper while I silently cursed myself for being so stupid. My face was hot and I was sweating profusely despite the car's air-conditioning. Finally I felt the train slow down as it entered the next station. I opened my eyes but for a moment I could only stare at my lap. The train stopped and I heard the doors open. I sat there. Part of me wanted to run out those doors but another part of me did not. For one thing, I have always had a stubborn streak in me: when embarrassed I usually try to play it off as though nothing happened. For another thing, it was late and I was tired; the next train would probably not come along for about forty minutes or so. I kept telling myself to get up and go but I did not move. I stared at the open doors. My mind was a war between the two choices- stay or go, but I kept my face calm as though nothing was wrong. The doors closed and I was sealed in the car with the three girls once more. Having resigned myself to what I guessed would be a rather long ride home I was curious to see the girls who had caught me. The initial flush of embarrassment was draining from my face as I turned back towards the girls. I quickly glanced at them before returning my gaze to my lap. When they first surprised me I was so shocked at what was happening that I barely noticed what they looked like before averting my eyes. My quick glance now was more informative. Two of the girls were blondes; the one on the left was a brunette. They looked to be around 20 or so. The brunette had straight brown hair the color of mahogany and looked something like Katie Holmes. The girl in the middle had a heart-shaped face and her golden hair was pulled back in a ponytail. A glittering tiara sat in her hair and she had a pink feather boa around her shoulders. The girl on the right had dirty blonde curly hair framing her tanned face. All three girls were dressed provocatively in short skirts and the two blondes were showing a generous amount of cleavage. Their attire suggested that they had been out clubbing that night, obviously celebrating the middle girl's birthday. For the first time it occurred to me that they did not seem to mind what they had seen. They were shocked but in good spirits. I relaxed a little in the knowledge that they were not appalled or angry at what they had seen. The train slowed down and stopped. We had not reached the next station yet but such delays in the New York transit system are not unheard of and late at night they are much more common as crews take the reduced traffic to fix the tracks. I listened for an announcement that did not come. The girls were talking amongst themselves but with the train sitting quietly in the tunnel I could make out more of what they were saying. They did not sound drunk really but probably a little happy. One of them said, "that was really your first one?" I raised my head, and pretended to be staring past them but they did not seem to notice. The brunette gave a sheepish smile and said "yes. I've never been in a serious relationship before, this is the first I've seen." "What about Leo" asked the birthday-girl? "You went out with him for six months". "Yeah, but I was not comfortable with the idea of sex at the time". "So you never let him feel you up, never even gave him a handjob or anything?" "No, I was too uptight. I want to now though- not give a handjob I mean, but do something, ANYTHING! I am getting tired of being so afraid of sex." As she said this she glanced in my direction and blushed, pulling at the hem of her skirt as though realizing for the first time just how short it was. I felt myself getting hard again watching them. "If I had known that I would have dragged you to a strip club tonight instead!" said the curly haired girl. Then she glanced my way and said with a grin "I guess we kind of got one anyway though." All three looked at me with these big smiles. I didn't know what to say so I said "sorry about that. I thought I was alone, I wasn't trying to be a pervert or anything." I could feel my face flushing all over again. "Look at him he's turning red," said the birthday girl. "What's your name?" she asked in what I took to be an attempt to put me at ease. "Rob" I answered. "I'm Allison and these are Bridget," she said pointing to the brunette who nodded "and Samantha." "Hi," said Samantha giggling. Her eyes glanced down at the now obvious bulge in my pants. Pretending to scratch an itch on my wrist I blocked their view of the bulge. I felt a surge of excitement by the fact that they could see it and so found myself removing my hands from my lap to give them an unobstructed view once more. Gesturing to the tiara I asked "so how old are you today?" "Nineteen" Allison responded. "Happy birthday," I said, "too bad you have to end it stuck in a train car for God knows how long." "Bored already?" asked Samantha coyly. "You could finish what you were doing before." "Sam!" exclaimed Bridget shocked. "What? It's not like we haven't already seen it. I think it would be fun, I've never watched a guy jack off before." Turning to me Samantha winked and said, "it can be your birthday present to Alison." Alison looked as shocked as Bridget but she also looked amused. Neither her nor Bridget said more though, all three sat looking at me as I sat there speechless. "Come on, you will never again have three hot girls egging you on to cum." Samantha said. "Ok" I said, trying to sound nonchalant. I felt like I could come without even touching my cock. My hands were trembling a bit as I leaned back to unzip my fly. Alison uncrossed her perfect legs she as she leaned forward with interest. As my member popped out Samantha let out a squeal of delight and Bridget stared open mouthed. I slowly started stroking the shaft, trying to avoid stimulating the head much. I was pretty close to coming to start with and I wanted this to last a little while. I concentrated on my breathing for a bit in order to relax a little. It worked and I was soon able to make full strokes without fear of cumming too soon. Bridget watched in open fascination but the other two kept whispering to each other and giggling as they glanced back at me. "What do you fantasize about when your jerking off?" asked Alison. "I don't know... celebrities, hot girls I see on the street, that sort of stuff." "You probably picture them giving you blowjobs," said Samantha. "I bet you are thinking about us giving you one." True as this was I was reluctant to admit it. The look on my face gave it away though. I could picture each of them in the act. Bridget I already knew had never done it but I could imagine leading her through her first time. I could picture her hesitantly putting it in her mouth and accidentally going down too far causing her to gag. Reassuring words would give her the confidence to try again. When I came she would try to swallow it despite my assurances that she did not have to. Not expecting the flood she would wind up having to pull off after the first squirt or two, causing the rest to flow onto her hand as it continued to work the shaft. In my imaginations Samantha would be the opposite. Her attitude spoke to me of a girl who was confident sexually. She would launch herself at the task zestfully, loving the kinkiness of it. She probably had quite the repertoire of techniques at her disposal. She would lick the shaft, suck on my balls and deep throat me. It would end with her begging me to come on her face, which I would be more than happy to do. As my pearly seed slid down her face afterwards she would sit back and light a cigarette, proud in a job well done. Alison like Bridget seemed to me to be a sweet-natured lover. I pictured her turning the act into the expression of her love for her partner. She would enjoy it as much as Samantha but more for the selflessness of it than for the sheer sexuality of it. She would gently kiss me along my inner thighs, building the tension. Slowly caressing the shaft she would work her kisses to the head and then, with her eyes watching me she would take my cock into her mouth. When I came she would swallow every drop even though the taste was not her favorite thing. I had been picturing these very things the whole time as well as thoughts of the three girls gleefully working together at once with their mouths to bring me off. "Yeah, you have! I knew it!" shouted Samantha as I looked away rather than answer. "Gross," Bridget said, though she looked more embarrassed by the thought of giving a blowjob than grossed out by it. Raising an eyebrow at me Alison admonished me "don't get any ideas, we're not going to suck you off." "I wasn't expecting you to," I said truthfully. I had briefly hoped for it but never really expected it. "Come over here" said Samantha. I stood up and walked over to stand right in front of Alison who was between the others. My cock was level with Alison and Bridget's breasts; Samantha was a few inches taller. Samantha reached out to it and playfully pulled it down, letting it spring back up like a diving board. The three girls laughed; Bridget seemed a little uneasier than the others. Samantha seemed to be only encouraged by this. "They're kind of funny looking but he has a pretty nice one," she said looking at Bridget. "Thicker than normal in fact," she reached across Alison and grabbed Bridget's hand, bringing it up to my penis. "No!" Bridget squealed laughing as she turned her head away, refusing to look. Still, she allowed her fingers to run along the top of it. With excitement and anticipation a muscle twitched in my groin making my stiff penis jump. Surprised, Bridget pulled away and clutched her hand protectively. "Come on, continue" urged Alison, sitting back and crossing her legs again. I began once more to rub along the shaft. I looked at each of them in turns. Bridget seemed to be conflicted; she was both enthralled by the show and a bit uneasy with being so enthralled. She was thus pretty fidgety, playing the hem of her skirt, her hair and occasionally looking away from me whenever we made eye contact. Samantha seemed to love the idea that they were turning me on so much. She hiked up the hem of her skirt and idly traced patterns on her chest with a finger. Sometimes when she caught my eye she would blow a kiss or lick her lips, winking at me. Alison seemed to be enjoying herself too. She didn't blow kisses or anything like Samantha but she was not shy about enjoying it either, laughing with ease when Samantha made a quip or even at Bridget's unsure reactions. As it progressed though she got more into it. She started rubbing her hands along her thighs and speaking words of encouragement like "Oh yeah, I bet that feels good", "It's so big" or "I want to see you cum." Her hand moved from rubbing her thighs to rubbing mine. I was taking it slow the whole time, loving their eyes fixed on my cock. "This is so hot," she said "let me do it." I was so into the moment that I didn't realize that she meant it until I felt her hands move up to caress my scrotum and massage the shaft. She started to slowly masturbate me, then grabbed the shaft with both hands and began to tug on it more vigorously. "Wow, you go girl!" cheered Samantha. Alison flushed "I can't believe I'm doing this!" she exclaimed as she let go and seemed to collapse against Samantha laughing. I stood there wondering whether that would be it. Maybe I would have to finish myself off after all. The forlorn expression on my face caught the attention of Samantha who said "Aw, look at him, you can't just leave him like that." "I'm not going to," said Alison who was fishing around her purse. "Here we go," she said pulling out a small tube of hand lotion. "Lotion is helpful when giving a handjob," she said with a mischievous smile directed at Bridget. Then she put a hand on Bridget's back and urged her closer "you should get closer for a better view. You might never get a better opportunity to see a good handjob." She squirted a good bit of lotion onto her left hand and proceeded to slather it onto my member. Alison's hands glided along the firm shaft artfully. She seemed to be fully engrossed in her work. Occasionally, sounding like a teacher talking to a favorite student, she would give handjob pointers to Bridget who seemed to be enthralled. As she gently caressed my balls she said "a lot of men like having their balls fondled but not all." Samantha kept laughing to herself, sometimes interjecting pointers of her own such as "running your fingernails along it will give him shivers." Bridget appeared eager to learn and crept closer and closer until her face was less than a foot away from the spectacle. "How long does it take? How long do you have to do it to make him cum?" she asked. Alison's heart-shaped face glanced over to Bridget, "usually, he would have exploded a long time before this but as you get more experienced, you will learn to read him and change techniques when he gets close in order to make it last longer." Her small hands were good at what they did, but she was able to keep me from reaching the point of no return. Finally the conductor's voice echoed through the compartment, we had all forgotten about where we were and I was not the only one to jump at the sound of his voice. "Attention passengers, we apologize for the delay, central dispatch has told us we can continue." I grabbed onto the pole behind me to keep my balance as the train started up again. Judging by how far the train had gone before we stopped, I guessed we had another three minutes before coming to the next station. Pausing briefly to lube up again, Alison took up the action once more, this time stroking with a definite purpose. Eyes occasionally glancing up at me, she concentrated on her work as did the other two. I began to moan "oh, yes! Oh, yes!" Alison did not stop or slow down but while continuing to massage me with her left hand, her right hand slid down the base of my cock. Her experienced fingers pressed there just as the convulsions of my orgasm hit me, making my orgasm stronger yet. Cum rocketed into the air hitting Alison in the face. "Aah!" she shrieked as she tried to pull away without stopping her administrations. Bridget, who was still within a few inches of the action, also let out a delighted shriek as she jumped away. Samantha clapped and whistled appreciatively, showing no signs of retreating. My hands clenched onto the pole at my back in an effort to keep standing while going weak in the knees on the rocking train. "Holy shit!" said Alison as she dropped her hands away from me once I was done. "That was a lot of cum." It was an understatement; lack of sexual activity had left me with large semen reserves built up. Samantha, giggling, reached into her purse and pulled out a small makeup mirror. Handing it to Alison she said "happy birthday! You may not have gotten drunk but you still got plastered!" Taking the mirror from her Alison looked into it crying "Holy shit!" again. My seed covered her face in four giant streaks, drops of it falling onto her thighs and chest. Her tiara seemed to glisten slightly brighter in the light where my cum clung to it. Still more cum dripped slowly down her hand. Samantha handed her a tissue with which she proceeded to wipe off the cum. It was not enough and Alison looked at me as I zipped up and said, "Give me your shirt." I figured I owed her that much at least and so moved closer so that she could use my shirt as a towel. We pulled into the station as Alison was still wiping her face. Bridget, who had sat back down tugged at Alison's sleeve, "This is our stop; come on." The three girls stood up and squeezed past me to the door. Alison beamed up at me but didn't say anything as she left the car, Bridget stood in the doorway and smiled, waving good-bye as Samantha stopped in front of me on the way out. Standing on her tiptoes Samantha pulled my head down to whisper "thanks for the show." I felt her other hand slid down my pants to squeeze my limp dick before she pulled away. "Happy birthday!" I called out to them as I took my seat again. As they strode away and before the doors closed I heard Bridget exclaim, "I can't believe you did that!" She appeared more amused than upset. "I just had a strong urge to grab him so I did it. You can't tell anyone!" Alison said walking a little quicker, perhaps to put a bit more distance between herself and the train. The Trio (I have to thank my editor Tinkz for her work on this story... Please enjoy your read and I do hope you like it, it was an odd topic for me to write about and had to have several conversations with a dear friend of mine her only condition in helping me was to remain nameless. Both she and her partner have read this and with a knowing smile have figured out which one is which in this story.) Joe had told Misha one day they were blessed. That remark had been greeted with some disdain on her part. He understood now of course; but when they were younger and growing up together, Joe didn't know then there was actually a difference between them. Other than Misha was a girl of course, and in his eyes, a stunning one at that. It was as they grew, they discovered that geography counted. To them, where they lived meant little, if anything. It was just a route taken, to get to each other on the weekends and school breaks. But as the years past and their friendship grew into a strong bond, they were both brave enough to admit it to each other... love. It was about that time the words "trailer trash" came into use around them. Both of them were born at a time when they were told all men were created equal, just as long as they lived in a house with a picket fence rather than a trailer park. To Misha it was home, a community. Amongst dear friends that looked out for each other and where you could walk at night and never be afraid of the shadows. Misha was proud of the label trailer trash. They had more going for them than house dwellers ever had. It was halfway through the semester term, when a new girl came to their school. Becky Marshal. Misha took one look at her as they passed each other in the hall and mumbled the words 'Barbie doll'. It was the bloodiest fight between two girls in the schools history, yet that day there were also two winners. Out of that cat fight, there was a form of mutual respect between them. Once the bruising and swelling had gone down of course. Not once in the rest of the time at school were the words trailer trash ever mentioned again around Misha, and both girls actually became good friends. Now, Joe had two women to look out for. Well, it was more a part time job if anything. Both girls had tried out for the cheerleader team. Becky got in, Misha didn't. On hearing the news, Becky refused the invitation and stuck by Misha and the bond between them grew. With the coming of summer all three were now inseparable. Becky and Misha teased Joe terribly, and he loved looking out for them both. An odd trio indeed, with the passing of the years it was at Becky's parents insistence that she went to a college six hundred miles away. Misha and Joe stayed local. The communications network between them all became very ingenious and six hundred miles just seemed up the road to them, with college and summer breaks, Becky refused her parents wishes and continued to be part of the trio. Misha's nineteenth birthday was looming. Becky had called Joe and told him what she wanted to give Becky for her birthday. There was a silence on the phone. At one point, she asked if he was still there. Joe asked her if going to a college that far away had done something to her head. It took her two days of phone calls to get him to agree to help with her present. Threatening at one stage to leave college and come to see Joe in person. It was Misha's wish that her birthday was just a family barbeque. The families agreed, and left it at that. Everyone expected to see Becky at the party. She called and let Misha know that she was held up in college, so couldn't make it. Misha put a brave face on it and both families rallied around; the sun had even made a guest appearance. Joe could tell she missed Becky not being there, and felt guilty that he had such a secret from her. Deceiving her was new ground for him and he didn't like it. Joe let both parents know that he was taking Misha for a drive and would be back late. She quizzed him at length about where they were going. Joe stuck to his promise to Becky and kept tight lipped. After a half hour drive, they pulled into a motel outside town. He opened the car door for her and walked to room twenty seven, knocked once and opened the door. Misha looked at him shrugged her shoulders and entered the room. As soon as the door was closed a light came on by the bedside, Becky was laying on the bed naked as the day she was born. Both girls looked at each other smiled and nodded. Then Becky said, "There has been a change of plan Joe," Joe looked at Becky. Seeing her naked was nothing new to him, all three had spent all their summers' skinny dipping up at Anders creek. They had grown up seeing the transformation puberty had done to their bodies. All three of them were comfortable around each other naked. He wasn't sure why she was naked now though. Then he noticed Misha getting undressed and then lay next to Becky. Misha answered Joe's questioning look "I'm pleased you can keep such a secret Joe. You see I talked to Becky and it turns out we both want the same thing for our birthday, so your going to help us. We're all virgins here Joe, we want this night to be ours and we want all three of us to lose our virginity to each other." They had often spoken about this, but they had done so as the trio. Joe sat on the end of the bed, not sure what to say, both girls came across the bed and sat with him; Becky leaned in and kissed his cheek. Then said, "The thing is Joe, we know we said there was no rush to lose our virginity. Misha agrees with me, but we want the one person who matters to both of us to be involved. You see we both love you dearly and we both know you feel the same way about us as well. Make love to us Joe, make us women and we will make you a man." He looked at Misha, she nodded and said, "Were both on the pill Joe, and have been for some months. We want and need you. We're the trio. Everything together." +++++++ Joe was nervous, he had dreamed of this day of course but now that it was here, his mind was a complete blank. He had in front of him every man's dream. Two women that wanted sex with him and his penis gave him away. Both the girls noticed and had smiles on their faces, as they pulled Joe onto the bed and stripped him. Becky had already decided that since it was Misha's birthday. She was going first, so she pushed her onto her back. As she fell giggling onto the bed, it seemed to break any tension that was left in the room. Becky took up position by Misha's head and held her best friends hand. The longer she looked into the deep blue of Misha's eyes, the warmer her pussy became. Her skin started to tingle; she heard her heart beat loud in her ears. Becky was feeling a little giddy. She again looked into Misha's eyes. There was something there, a lust of the moment, a need perhaps. Becky had never thought herself a lesbian, in fact she steered clear of that scene in her college. But she suddenly had this overwhelming urge to kiss her. Becky leaned down. Misha's eyes had never left Becky's face. Both girls were now seeing the true and undeniable lust that now fed off the moments to come. Misha's other hand now moved behind Becky's head pulling her towards her waiting lips. Joe watched for a few seconds at what the girls were doing, his penis now rock solid. He had now positioned himself between Misha's legs and was gently kissing his way down her stomach, and stopped momentarily at her pubic bone. Even her distraction with Becky, Misha noticed the pause and was having none of it. All three had come this far. Tonight was the night when those unanswered questions, the half glimpses, and the longer than needed touches between them were all finally going to be answered. Gently she lifted her hips so her pubic bone again connected with Joe's lips. He got the message and continued to kiss her. She felt so warm and smelled so sexy. He thought it impossible, but could his cock have gotten any harder? This woman he had loved from the age of ten was finally his. He tried so hard to be patient and not spoil things for them all. Slowly, he parted her labia, and a small trickle of clear liquid freely ran past his fingers. He gently blew into the space. Misha tensed and softly moaned. Joe needed to taste her. He ran his tongue into the gap he had formed with his fingers; again she went rigid and moaned. Suddenly, he felt her hand on his head. Misha now had a hand full of his hair and was pulling his head up. "I've waited years for this; I need you in me now. We can enjoy each other later. Just give it to me, please Joe, please." The hoarseness of her voice just added more to her beauty. Her words touched Joe deeply. He placed both her legs onto his shoulders and raised himself to his knees. Holding her hips, he pushed his cock up against her pussy lips and rubbed, up and down in a gyrating rhythm for a few seconds, causing Misha to growl "Pleeasee" Finally, Joe slightly pushed against her lips. They parted causing more of her juices to ooze from her as Misha tried to push herself down on him. She was getting impatient and frustrated. Misha could feel him, her pussy lips sending shock waves up her body as they parted ever so slightly and stayed open. The head of his cock was now soaked with her juices ready for that journey into her womanhood. Slowly he pushed into her tight vagina, going all the way into her hot, deep channel. Misha broke their kiss with Becky again, looked into her eyes and said. "Oh fuck, this was worth the wait. You need this, we both need this, everything together Becky." Becky felt her chest go warm, then her neck and finally her face. The warmth between her legs was increasing now. Becky felt a slight tickling sensation run down her inner thigh. She placed her hand there and felt its dampness. Becky held her hand out towards Misha so she could also see. Her hand was wet and glistened in the rooms light. She could smell her sweet musk, and her cheeks burned her face as Misha then ran the tip of her tongue along one part of her hand. Becky felt her insides do a tumble. When she looked down, she began to watch silently what Misha was doing, her body moving with Joe's thrusts into her. Lovingly, she held her hand over Misha's mouth and watched as she then licked it clean. Becky's other hand had now roamed Misha's body, stopping at her pubic bone, and her fingers finding Misha's clit and gently rubbing it. Misha's body continued to move with Joe's gentle thrust, her small breast seemed to catch Becky's attention now, her nipples the size of the tip of her little finger and incredibly hard. Becky lowered her head to Misha's breast and clamped her teeth onto one of her nipples. Becky heard Misha suck in air, and lightly whimper at the stabs of pain and pleasure coursing through her when Becky gently bit then sucked hard on her nipple. The whole scene in front of Joe was so erotic. Now, holding Misha's hips and with one final thrust as deep into her as he could go, he came. Hard. Misha followed with such a screaming orgasm that Becky had to clamp her hand over her mouth so the noise didn't get them all thrown out of the motel. Joe tried so hard to force as much of himself into Misha that night, he had given her everything of himself, he just wished there was more to give. Reluctantly Joe slipped out of Misha's panting body. Becky knew she had to act quickly. Misha in her state was of little use at the moment, so she pushed Joe onto the bed, sat across him and with a smile on her face lowered her breast to his lips. Joe sucked greedily on her hard, sensitive nipple and let his hand roam to the other one running it between finger and thumb. Lights played across her eyes at that moment, her breathing became erratic. Becky's pussy felt so warm now. So many sensations were coursing through her entire body. Part of her wanted to put her hand between her legs, to help relieve her state of arousal. Suddenly Joe groaned. Becky looked behind her. Misha had Joe in her mouth and was bringing his cock back to life again. She winked at Becky who wanted so much to close her eyes now and let her mind take in all that was going on, but she was transfixed on Misha. Misha had raised her arm and in a slow arc had now slapped Becky's ass, the tingle from that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, her hand didn't stop there, and it slowly worked its way down the crack of her ass. Stopping momentarily at her hole, Misha pushed a finger into it. Becky's body shocked her as it instinctively tried to lower itself onto Misha finger. Becky had difficulty breathing now. She knew her own orgasm was close. She raised herself away from Joe and lowered herself down his body. Misha lifted her head from Joe's now hard penis and guided it into Becky's pussy. Misha released his manhood at the last second. Before Becky devoured all of him in one go. Becky stood no chance now, she had to close her eyes. She finally had Joe inside her and it felt so wonderful. Her vaginal walls were clamping tightly on his manhood, the warmth of him inside her felt so good. Becky felt her orgasm build inside of her and she felt cheated. She wanted this feeling to last so much longer. The heat of his body was nestled so tightly against her moist pussy lips, and then radiated through her body, her nipples felt so much harder than before. She wanted Joe to bite them again, to feel his teeth pull them; tease them, to hurt them. Becky tried to speak, to make Joe understand and help relieve her need. But there was no voice in her, just the pounding in her ears, and the feeling of her heart wanting to explode out of her chest. Her breathing quickened as she tried so desperately to fend off her own orgasm. If anyone in that room was capable of reading her mind that night it must have been Misha. Becky was on the verge of surrendering to her orgasm now, when she felt another stinging slap on her ass. That distraction made Becky open her eyes and caused her mind to grab back some semblance of control over her body. A mini orgasm took her for a second, before she could keep her control. Again, her new found lubrication was adding yet more pleasure as she would raise herself up from Joe and then slowly, tenderly lower herself back down on him. That glorious feeling as Joe's manhood pushed into her, parting her vaginal walls, prying them apart, reaching those places that she knew were finally his, that friction adding to Becky's immense joy. A moan escaped her lips. "If this is heaven I want a one way ticket." she managed to say. Joe held her shoulders and twisted on the bed, Becky was now on her back her legs instinctively locked around Joe as he pounded into her as hard as he could. Becky's body screamed with pleasure, yet her mind wanted her, needed her to do something else, she was distracted now. At a moment when her orgasm should be hers, it was denied because her mind refused to process what was going on in front of her. Then she noticed what her mind had been telling her for so long now, yet she had chosen to ignore. There was a drip, drop on her forehead. She opened her eyes, and to her surprise, Misha had straddled her face and had a mischievous smile. Misha and Joe's cum were leaking from her pussy. Becky's mind had totally short circuited now and she leaned her head back and opened her mouth wide, as Misha held her pussy lips open and the shared cum now dribbled into Becky's mouth. That was it for Joe, no way was he able to hold back any longer after seeing what the girls were doing and for the second time that night, came deep into someone he loved, sending Becky bucking and screaming into her own orgasm. +++++++ For the next hour all three either sat or lay naked on the bed. This was new ground for them and some frank talking was heard then. Joe wanted to know why neither of the girls bled. He was relieved of course, but shocked when Becky told him that both had lost there hymen at school through so much track and field. It was Misha who pointed out that the vibrators they both used had played a part in that as well. It was then Becky and Misha noticed a strange look on Joe's face, one of confusion and perhaps hurt. "Oh come on Joe, I dare you to tell us both that you don't masturbate, and when you do who do you think about when you do it? Replied Becky, as matter of factually. Joe knew he had cornered himself and shyly said. "Yes I do and I can only think of you two when I do it." It was Misha's who said. "Well now you know who both of us think about when we use our vibrators, but since we have the real thing now, I think we can put them away for awhile. This isn't over for us, if anything it's the beginning. We're the trio, everything together. Plus, we have yet to tell our parents." Misha was right, everything together. They all knew now what this bond was between them. Without realizing it, they had moved from being great friends. All three of them genuinely loved each other a great deal. Not divided, but on equal terms all three loved each other so very deeply now, and this night together just reaffirmed it to each of them. Both Joe and Misha left Becky at the motel to rest before she went back to college. Joe took Misha back home they kissed goodnight. This was now going to be the difficult time for them. Becky returned to college and although Joe and Misha continued to see each other, not once did they have sex again. Both made their promise to Becky that their next time was going to be when she returned on another break. All three maintained a degree of normalcy. In the summer, they continued to skinny dip at Anders creek. What made it more fun now was the getting out and drying each other off. Becky's college graduated a day later than Joe and Misha's own. With their parents' permission, they took the car and drove straight from their graduation to Becky's college. Becky made them a reservation in one of the motels and just managed to get to her own graduation the next morning. Some of her classmates noticed she spent a lot of time yawning through the speeches. +++++++ They had lain naked most of the evening on the couch. On occasions Joe would cup a breast, even feel her nipple swell in the palm of his hand; or Misha would hold his penis. There was nothing sexual about it; they just enjoyed the touch of each other's skin. The warmth of their bodies as they laid there talking about everything and nothing. Joe got up and held out his hand. Misha smiled and he could see the warmth in her eyes as she took it, they walked to the bedroom. Joe sat on the bed and Misha told him to move onto the middle. She stood on the bed towering over him, her hairless pussy inches from his face; he could smell her musk as he placed his hand between her legs and felt the warmth. Running the tips of his fingers along her now moistening lips, he could hear her give out a small moan as he continued running his fingers along her slit. She placed her hands on his shoulders as support. He could tell she was losing herself in the moment and couldn't trust her legs to keep her upright. In one movement he stopped and buried two fingers deep into her, she let out a squeal as her legs started to buckle. Joe half withdrew his fingers and did it again. From somewhere, she found renewed strength and supported herself with his shoulders and managed to stay upright. She wanted more and wouldn't move from there until she got it. He felt it was will power and will power alone that was keeping her upright. He added another finger into her vagina, using the tips again he felt along the inside of her vaginal wall. It was smooth, warm and wet to the touch as they continued. Joe felt deep inside her and felt Misha lower herself onto his fingers trying to make him go deeper. His fingers traveled to the back of her vagina and he twisted his fingers slightly, so that he could explore her. Joe looked up and saw that Misha had her eyes closed and she was biting her bottom lip. The sweat was noticeable on her forehead, he knew she was lost in the moment. The Trio He ran all three fingers along the back of her pussy and then along her back wall looking for her spot. Joe stopped at a slight ridge inside her. He felt her tense and knew he had found what he was looking for, gently he run his fingers over it and Misha groaned then exploded into an orgasm that shook her body. His fingers were covered in her cum as she again tried to move her body so he could sink his fingers deeper into her. He forced his fingers further upwards and found another ridge of nerve endings, that when he gently ran his fingers around them she came again almost instantly. Misha's own fingers were now digging painfully deep into his shoulders. Withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with three fingers of his other hand. Misha's juices were still running out of her, making it easy for Joe to run them along the other wall of her pussy and then onto the back of her pubic bone. He knew this would be the true test of her will power to stay upright. Joe ran his fingers around the back of her pubic bone and found the small ridge of skin that he was looking for. It was slippery, but warm to the touch as he continued to run his finger over and around it. Misha's fingers dug into his shoulders, and with one powerful orgasm that shook her to her very being, she collapsed onto the bed. Joe withdrew his fingers from her as fast as he could and caught her, gently laying her onto the bed, her whole body exhausted. She managed to smile once and as her eyes closed to sleep, she winked at him. He held her in his arms as he heard her sleeping. Content, and happy and Joe smiled. Because he had seen that wink many times before, her sleep would be a small one, that he knew she had something in store for him, and as his eyes closed, he felt himself smile. +++++++ It was the warmth of two bodies either side of him that woke him, he looked over and found that Becky had returned from her visit to her parents. Both Misha and Joe knew that she would return in a foul mood which is why they had tried to wait up for her. He nudged Misha, she woke almost instantly, a smile on her lips until she saw a finger on Joe's lips. He wanted her to be quiet, and then he pointed behind him. Slowly, almost cat like she raised herself and started to change places. Misha was already halfway over Joe, when Becky, still with her eyes closed said. "I am awake you know, and you're really mean to start without me." There was no need for subtleties now, Misha leapt onto Becky and sat astride her stomach, both now in a deep kiss. Joe moved down the bed, lifted Becky's legs onto his shoulders and buried his face into her pussy, his hands holding her hips. Becky groaned at the onslaught the two had made on her body and the sensation they were giving her. All three rapidly became one tangle mass of human flesh bent on satisfying there lust for each other. Joe kept up his onslaught on Becky's clit, sucking it as far into his mouth as her body would allow, so his tongue could assault her now super sensitive nub. Misha's lips refused to move from Becky's, both sets of hands now playing with each others breasts kneading them and eventually both turned their attention to each others nipples. Cum was flowing freely from Becky now and Joe loved it. To him, both girls tasted fantastic, her hips bucked as she reached her orgasm, this wasn't to be the end for Becky. They had both wanted her back as the Becky they knew not the one her parents wanted her to be. Misha rolled off taking Becky's hair with her, she got the message really quickly and as Misha lay on her back, Becky got on all fours between her legs. She now had a mouth full of Misha pussy, soft moans coming from both girls. Joe was now between Becky's legs and slowly entered her warm willing pussy. Building up to a rhythm that matched the groans coming from both the girls, every now and then Becky would squirm or move her mouth from Misha's pussy, desperately trying to gulp in air to combat the sensations coursing through her. Finally Misha gave out a groan and grabbed Becky's hair again, that final act before her own orgasm took her, her hips bucking refusing to let Becky stop her assault on her clit and pussy until she herself has seen through every ounce of her orgasm. By now Joe was pounding into Becky as deep and as hard as he could, he was finding it more difficult to hold onto her now, every time he thrust forward she was moving up Misha's body. He smiled. He knew what she was up to, and with added zeal pounded into her harder. Becky was now laying across Misha's body, her mouth now level with her nipples. That was what she had been aiming for, and with Misha still feeding off the remnants of her own orgasm, she could do nothing but lay there and wait for her assault. Becky was now nibbling on her breasts and nipples, sometimes missing one when Joe's cock pounded into her. Joe could wait no more and with one final thrust he buried himself as deep into Becky as he could, and emptied everything he had into her. At that moment, Becky bit on Misha's nipple sending both girls into their own orgasms. After a few minutes he let go of her hips and she slumped forwards onto Misha panting. Every now and then her body would involuntarily shudder. Misha held onto Becky slowly brushing her hair away from her face until her senses had returned to her. Gentle sobs were coming from Becky, they both looked at each other and then to her. "I can't give you two up, we're the trio, they can't make me give you two up." Heartbreaking sobs now shook Becky. Every time Becky visited her parents they were relentless to her about the disgrace she was to the family. At twenty-two, she should be married with children, not 'shacked up' with a man and another woman. Their own parents had seen this union coming. They had seen how inseparable all three were. Even when Becky went away to college and Joe and Misha both went to the local college they knew it was simply a matter of time. Soon after graduation they had got all three sets of parents together and came clean, Becky's parents hit the roof, played the blame game, even went so far as to call her a tramp. In retaliation Becky moved out and lived with Misha's family who welcomed her with open arms, it backed them into a corner they could either disown her and accept their only child now lived on a trailer park, or come to terms with the situation that all three of them simply loved, not lusted after each other. It seemed they had chosen the middle ground. Ask her to return and wear her down. When that option didn't work, and all three of them got their own place together, with a little help from Misha and Joe's family. They simply had nothing to lose anymore; and when Becky made time to see her parents because she loved them and wanted them to accept the situation, they in return, took it upon themselves to make her time with them a living hell. That night they both held Becky close as she cried herself to sleep. The next morning brought their Becky back to them. Joe and Misha knew it was a veneer, she deeply loved her parents, but she loved Misha and Joe just as much. It was a stalemate. Yet both feared for her health, the more time she spent with her parents the more time and drastic measures they had to resort to, just to bring Becky back from those dark places in her mind, they fought so desperately to keep her from. +++++++ Joe and Misha were at their whit's end and asked their parents for help. The next evening, a meeting was held. Becky just sat in the corner, so very quiet. It was Charlie, Misha's father who finally made the difference. He was a man of few words and quiet council. At best, he was five foot six, built like a bull and only had two weaknesses in his life. Mary his wife and Misha his daughter, both of which he would die for. He was once heard saying that he was afraid of no man, but wary around one woman. Charlie had sat and listened to everything that was said that evening. What no one noticed was that not once that evening did his eyes leave Becky. After an hour listening to everything, he stood up. The room went quiet, as was his presence in the room that night, and he walked over to Becky. Standing in front of her he said. "You don't belong here anymore, get out." Joe made to move. His father stood in front on him and shook his head. Misha saw what had happened to Joe, and made to intercede on her behalf, both the mothers stood and stopped her. This was now down to Charlie and Becky. Becky was so lost in her own world she had not understood what Charlie had said and didn't see what had happened to Misha and Joe. It took her a second to notice Charlie now standing in front of her. He leaned down and held onto the front of her blouse, then lifted her off the seat with one hand. The whole room struck dumb by what Charlie was doing. "You don't belong here anymore. Go home to your mom and dad." Charlie said. There was genuine fear in her eyes now. She simply could not understand what was happening. Becky tried to release Charlie's grip on her, she looked over to Misha and Joe for support and realized that they could not help her; she was frantic now, wrestling with Charlie's vice like grip on her. By now Charlie had frog marched her to the door and now had her backed up against it. "Please let me go, I do belong here we love each other." Becky said, desperately trying to release herself. Again Charlie pushed her against the door. "You don't belong here you never did, go home to your mom and dad and leave these two alone." What happened next will stay in the minds of everyone that was there to see it, in the split second it took Becky to digest what Charlie had said, her face turned to a rage that only Misha and Joe had ever seen before so many years ago. Both her hands now clenched into fist she began to punch Charlie, his face twisting with the blows now raining down on him. Charlie never moved, he never hit her back and he never defended himself against the onslaught. "You bastard! You won't stop us being together! Not you or anyone else will ever stop us being together, were the trio mind body and soul!!" Becky screamed, now out of control. It was as though they all blinked at the same moment; such was the speed of Charlie's next action. One second Becky was punching him in an uncontrollable rage, the next second he had her in a bear-like hug. Becky now resting her head on his shoulder. She was gently crying her heart out. He held her like that for a few minutes, not a word passed between them. She just sobbed. Charlie had made her see where and who her future was with in his quiet but abrupt fashion. "Oh sweet child, you do understand what you have to do now don't you?" Charlie said Becky nodded her head. "Will you come with me?" Charlie looked at her and kissed her on the forehead. "Yes of course I will, I think I had better get cleaned up first, don't you think? And don't ever let anyone tell you, you punch like a girl." They two smiled at each other and Charlie kissed her on the cheek. They all hugged Becky, as Charlie and Mary went to their bedroom; his blood was all over his shirt. There were mixed emotions in that room. Sadness, that Becky was going to say good bye to her family. Since they could not accept either Becky's actions or the trio, it was a relief that the Becky they all knew and loved had returned to them. The rest of the families chatted and waited, each would steal a glance at their watches as they waited, none of them would leave until Charlie and Becky had returned. It was over two hours before they did. Charlie carried in a suitcase. Becky was tired but upbeat. It was Becky who recounted what had happened, she had told her parents that it was the trio or she simply could not see them again or allow them to try and rip her heart out every time she came to visit them. They were angry and it took Charlie to intercede on Becky's behalf. Charlie announced that it had been a long day and he was now kicking them all out since tomorrow was Saturday. Then, they were going to have a barbecue, to celebrate the new addition to his family. Those present in the room were invited. In short Becky may have lost a mom and dad, but she had gained a loving family. He looked at Becky as he said it and she blushed with pride when he did. +++++++ It was while Becky was having a shower back at the house, both Misha and Joe talked about what they were going to do to Becky. The shower stopped so did the conversation between them, Becky come out wearing nothing but a towel around her now wet hair. She looked at them both sat on the bed and smiled. "Don't you two dare gang up on me again, it's not my turn." She giggled and slowly edged back towards the bathroom. Both of them made a dash for her and pulled her onto the bed. Becky squealing in protest, it was Misha who said, "Forget it, you have to be punished. You hit daddy." "But he's my daddy as well." Said Becky now in a fit of giggles and trying desperately to defend herself. By now Misha had straddled Becky face and said. "Maybe so, but I have seniority over him so take your punishment like a woman." With that she lowered herself onto Becky's face. Misha then leaned over and held Becky's knees, pulling them up to her own chest. Joe now pushed a pillow behind her back trying to keep her as comfortable as possible in that position. With both her hands now occupied, Becky moved hers to Misha's breasts kneading them. Pulling on her nipples, Misha gently moaned, unable to defend herself, other than grind her pussy down onto Becky's face. Joe then knelt behind Becky in support of her back as well, leaned in and his tongue made one long run deep into her pussy then upward to her clit. Becky jumped and a groan could be heard from under Misha, the vibrations of her groan added to the sensations now pouring into Misha's body, she gulped in air. Her eyes now closed. Joe's knowledge of both the girls only served to help him now. They had both decided that rather than torment Becky they wanted her to have the maximum pleasure for the longest time. Although they knew she could maintain the position she was in quite comfortably, there was only one reason why they wanted her this way. Joe moved his tongue back down her pussy, paused for a second and then moved on to her ass. He had tried anal penetration with both the girls, neither really enjoyed it. But when he assaulted there holes with his tongue, they would climb the ceiling. Such would be the power of their orgasms. Becky's back arched and a scream of pleasure could be heard from under Misha, he pulled the pillow away from her and Misha let go of Becky's legs letting them come to rest on Joe's shoulders. Her pussy now in perfect position to his penis, Misha lay along her and started licking greedily on her very exposed clit, while at the same time using her hand to guide Joe into Becky's soaked pussy. Becky, not to be outdone pulled Misha's ass cheeks apart and assaulted her hole with her own tongue. All plans they had made were lost from that moment on. No mercy was asked for, and frankly none would have been given. All three minds in that room had now become deeply carnal. Their one aim now was simply to cum, as hard as they could so that they could cum again and again. The assault on each others bodies lasted well into the night with them all finally ending up a heap of sweating, panting flesh. Too exhausted to talk and barely able to even touch one another. Smile's on their faces, and cum leaking out of both the girls' pussies. Too spent and exhausted to think about trying to move to the shower to clean themselves up. They fell asleep where ever they lay on the bed that evening. There was a harmony in the family now. Becky's parents left her alone. Charlie and Mary enjoyed the company of their new daughter. The trio loved their life and their families, and included them in as much of there life as they could. As the weeks slipped by, the Saturday barbeque became a tradition amongst them. Charlie and Joe's father commented once between themselves that the trio may be in there twenties, but they still acted more like the children they grew up with. +++++++ Joe was late. If he was ever late he always managed to let the girls know he would be so they wouldn't worry. It was when they were setting the table the door bell rang, Becky continued with the table while Misha went to the door. "It's going to be Joe, he's lost his key again." Misha said over her shoulder walking towards the door. It was a few minutes later that Becky heard a scream from the door that sent an ice cold shiver down her spine. It was such a terrible, heartbreaking scream, born from anguish and intense pain. Becky, very afraid, rushed to the door. Misha was on her knees clutching herself rocking gently back and forth, while the two police officers stood in the doorway. The rest of the evening was a blur. The officers took them to the hospital, where they were joined by Charlie, Mary and Joe's parents. The officers told Charlie and Joe's father that witnesses had seen a drunk driver cross a red light hitting the side of Joe's car. The drunk didn't have a scratch on him. Joe died at the scene. The hospital and the police needed someone to positively identify Joe's body. Charlie refused to let the girls identify him. He sat both girls down and told them he wanted them to remember Joe alive, not the way he was now. The girls could no longer live at the house. It held so many memories for both of them. Mary insisted they moved back to the trailer park, and they could get a trailer of their own, or stay in Misha's old room. Both girls settled for Misha's room, they needed their family close and to be able to hold each other at night, when they missed Joe the most. Both families decided to keep the funeral a quiet family affair, much loved as Joe was by the community, they understood. The sun even came out for them that sad day. They were all shocked to find Becky's father stood waiting at the church, Becky made straight for him, Misha tried to stop her but she slipped from her grasp. That look of intense anger on her face, and her hands were already clenched into fists. Charlie grabbed her around the waist, and practically lifted her off her feet and guided her into the church. She screamed at her father. "You're not welcome here, you couldn't accept any of us when he was alive, I won't allow you to be here because he's dead." With his head down her father left. He tried several times over the weeks to talk to Becky. She flatly refused any contact with either parent, telling Charlie and Mary that they were her family. Life as such became routine now. In fact, Charlie started to believe he could set his watch by what happened with the girls. Both would return from work, they took turns to pick each other up. They would both shower together and then either sit in Misha's room with the door open reading or talking together, ready to throw out any comment needed or help around the trailer if called upon. Sometimes they would join them in the living room, watch some tv or read a book. There was never any mention of going out at all. If anything, they both clung to the community of the trailer park. Charlie had got Mary to broach the subject with the girls, and both simply said they were not interested in going out. It was only on the weekends, they were a hive of activity. Mary, the girls, and Joe's mother all went to the mall, then returned to the park where Charlie and Joe's father would be getting the barbeque ready. For more than two months this same cycle continued, no day would differ from the next. Charlie started to worry deeply for the girls. Their grief was being kept inside them. The girls would always huddle together and talk, he would even see one or sometimes both cry. When they did, he knew they were each others support through this. In the beginning, he pretended not to notice, thinking they would eventually come to one of them, but they would never talk to any of the family about Joe. The Trio Suddenly one Sunday morning the cycle was broken in a most unexpected way. After the girls showered, they closed the bedroom door. Neither came out for hours. It was Misha who came out first with a strange look on her face. Charlie was worried. This was not a Misha he had ever seen. She went to the phone and called Joe's parents and asked them to come to the park straight away. Refusing all eye contact with Charlie and without saying another word, she went back to her room and closed the door. Neither one came out again. Within the hour Joe's parents arrived. It was left to Charlie to tell them he hadn't got a clue why Misha had made the call. He bid them to sit and knocked on the bedroom door. Both girls came out, still dressed in their pajamas. It was now left to the girls to explain. Misha looked at Charlie and said. "Daddy we don't know what to say. We know how it's done of course but it wasn't possible for us, we didn't think it was time. Daddy we always thought there was time." Tears slowly run down her face. "Daddy please understand. We wanted it to happen one day of course, then with the funeral we didn't notice." By now Charlie was so far confused he started to genuinely worry for his own daughter's sanity. He held up his hands, stopping her in mid-sentence. "Stop this. Tell us all what you want to say, in a manner we can all understand." Misha looked at Becky desperately seeking her support. Becky stepped alongside Misha and both held each others hand trying to reinforce their already strong bond and said. "We both have Joe inside us." Both girls then held out there hands. In both hands were an identical piece of plastic, simultaneously both girls said. "They both turned blue." The Trio Joe and I were twins. Identical. I mean *really* identical. Sometimes even our mother gets confused. Sure, we fought like all siblings do, but through it all, we remained best friends. No one was ever there for me like Joe was, and no one could say shit to Joe without having to answer to me, too. So, no one was surprised when we not only went to the same small college, but that we shared an apartment while doing so. Joe was majoring in biology, and I was majoring in environmental studies. We were both good, but not great, students, and we were both athletic, but then, not outstanding athletes, either. We both joined the ultimate frisbee club immediately, and at nearly six-four and able to run and jump, made an immediate impact. It also helped that Joe is a rightie, and I am a southpaw, so defenders were easily confused by who was who and how to defend against us. Also, in spite of being best friends, we are also fiercely competitive, always trying to out run, out score, and generally out do each other. It happened with everything we do. I mean everything. So, one day as I was making my way across campus, I spied a girl that I had not seen before, and I had to meet her. I walked up to introduce myself. "Hi, I'm..." I started. "Hey, Joe! I thought you weren't out of class for another hour" she replied, before I could even get my name out. This, of course, happens all the time, so without missing a beat, I replied to her, "No, Joe is my brother, I'm John!" As I finished, I put out my hand to shake hands. "Stop kidding with me Joe!" "No, really, Joe is my brother, and I'm much better looking than he is, and a much nicer guy, to boot! Just wait till you get to know me, uh, well now, just what beautiful name must be attached to such a beautiful creature?" "My name is Elaine, but my friends all call me Laney" Elaine was stunning; tall (over six feet), red hair cropped short, with a smile to make me melt, and a body to make me sit up and beg. "Well, then Elaine, I shall soon be calling you Laney, as I am sure we will be fast friends!" "Yeah, the emphasis here on 'fast'" she replied. "So, let's go get some lunch before my dope brother arrives, I want you to know the better brother first!" "No," she said, "I will not stand him up, we will just wait for his class to be over." Almost on cue, up walked Joe. "Hey," he said, loudly, "I met her first, get back, Jack!" "No, no, you snooze, you lose - loser!" I shot back. Laney was just staring between us - that happens a lot. "Boys, boys, boys! I think it would be improper for me to be a sore point between you, so," she said, stepping between us, and taking Joe's right and my left arm, "let's all go to lunch together!" So, we all went to lunch. Laney was recruited to play on the women's volleyball team, but was injured during training camp, and was red-shirted for the season. It had been several weeks since the injury, and she was back to full practices, but could not dress for the games, and usually only traveled for away games that were close. In a twist of irony, her major was sports medicine. After lunch, we split the bill three ways (she insisted), and she left for practice, and a late afternoon class, but promised to look us up at our apartment later that evening. As she walked away, Joe and I just stared at her ass in the chino shorts as she walked away. Later that evening, Laney did come over, and we all worked on homework and listened to music. We all talked and bonded even more, with Laney still looking back and forth between us to try to tell us apart. She did notice that I used my left hand more easily, and guessed the south paw part (she's very observant), but said she was hard-pressed to find any other physical differences. "OK," she said, "stand up in front of me - shirts off!" Joe and I looked at each other and grinned. We had been through this before with some high school girlfriends. Without another word, we stood up and simultaneously removed our shirts. Laney looked back and forth between us, trying to discern a difference, but it was in vain. Then she got up and walked over between us, and began rubbing our chests. "Ooh, this is nice! A girl could have a whole lotta fun with this situation!" Well, I thought, so could a guy. The more she rubbed, the more I felt that familiar stirring below. Laney moved slightly and kissed Joe on the cheek, and then kissed me, too. Then she lowered her hands to my belt buckle, and casually undid it, then did the same with Joe. "Guys, this examination has to go farther - as far as it takes until there is a difference found!" She unbuttoned, and unzipped our pants, and let them fall. We each had a tent in our boxers, but Joe's were red plaid, and mine were dark blue. Joe joked, "OK, there's a difference!" "So, I guess I can stop now?" asked Laney. "NO!" I yelled, maybe a bit too much of a yell. She looked at me with her sparkling eyes and that knee melting smile, "Glad to hear it, because I have no intention of anything less than a *full* examination!" She hooked her fingers in my waistband, and lowered my boxers to the floor, my hard-on right in her face. I won't brag (much), but let's just say, yes, we have big feet. She reached out, taking my prick in her hands, rubbing lightly, and looking intently. "Um, are you forgetting someone?" Joe asked. "Hey, I thought you were through?" Laney joked. "Well, it would hardly be a proper exam without a comparison, now would it?" Joe continued. "Now, I guess you're right!" she replied, and hooked her thumbs in his boxers, and slid them to the floor as well. She grabbed his dick, and brought him right next to me, and held the two stiffies next to each other, looking and feeling them up and down (and up and down!), cupping our balls, running her fingers through our blond pubes. "Oh my God! Exactly the same - either one beautiful on its own, but together! Exquisite!" She kissed first one, then the other, then tried her best to take both cocks in her mouth at the same time (it didn't really work, though). She squeezed our cocks together and jacked us slowly against each other. Though certainly Joe and I had jacked off together, and once even jacked each other off, this was the first time we had touched our dicks together, and I must say, especially given the circumstances, that I was really enjoying it! Joe, though, was reaching for Laney and standing her up. She stopped her kissing of the cocks, and stood, hugging us into her and wildly kissing from Joe to me, and then back. We broke the embrace and Joe and I immediately set out to get Laney as naked as we were. We unbuttoned her blouse two buttons at a time, and while Joe was peeling it off her arms, I was unhooking her bra. Her beautiful 34" B cups now free, we each took one and began to kiss and suck on her nipples. "Oh!" she cried, "both at the same time! This is heavenly!" Even as we kissed her tits, we were undoing her belt and unsnapping her pants, and unzipping them, and lowering them to the floor, which was now littered with clothing. She wore light blue panties, which were decidedly dark in the center, and the smell of her excited pussy hit my nostrils. Without removing the panties, I moved in and kissed and sucked as much of the pussy fluid as I could through the panties. Joe was pulling the panties off, however, so I broke off the licking for him to get the skimpy undies over her luscious hips. Her pussy was covered in a bright red pubic bush, that was already matted in places with the fluid that was leaking from her vagina. Joe leaned in and started to kiss her pussy, spreading her legs slightly to accommodate his head. I moved in behind her, and started kissing and caressing her gorgeous ass, running my hands over her buns, and dipping my fingers to her pussy. She was writhing in the attention, when I stood, and slipped my cock into her crotch, and ran the head along her slit from behind. Joe was still licking her clit and pussy, but she leaned forward slightly, giving me a better angle, and I could feel Joe grab my cock and slide the head into her hot, wet snatch. The feeling was ecstasy, and her moan told me that I was not the only one who felt that way. I somehow expected Joe to move at that point, but he did not. Even as my meat was plowing into hers, he kept kissing her clit, and he was even rubbing my balls. I had not expected this, but then, I kind of liked it. Laney was moaning, "Ung, God, John, you feel so good - Joe, keep licking my clitty, oh my G- uh, uh, uh, UH!" It didn't take much of that to get me close to the edge, and I started to pull out of her, but she almost shrieked, "NO! Don't you dare pull out, I want to feel you come inside me!" "But," I started to protest, "no protection!" "I'm on the pill - don't pull out!" I plowed back in, hard, pulling her hips to me. Underneath, my balls hit Joe in the face as he continued to lick the places where Laney and I came together. "OH YEAH!" Laney said, "I'm gonna come guys, don't stop, DON'T STOP!" I felt her pussy clamp my cock and I exploded inside her, spewing out my semen. Laney's legs had gone stiff, and her pelvis was twitching and her cunt was squeezing my cock, urging out every last drop of semen. Joe, meanwhile, was still licking, even though I was sure that my come, as well as hers was oozing out. Even though we had jerked each other off before, I still was not expecting this out of him. He continued until Laney reached down and pushed his head away. "Too sensitive! Give me a minute! Oh, my God, that was wonderful! Look at you!" she said to Joe, "That looks delicious - come share it with me!" With that, they started kissing, a sloppy, tongue heavy kiss. "Umm, just delicious!" she said. My softening prick, slid from her pussy, and she turned around, and kissed me, too, the taste of our juices on her lips and tongue. Then she dropped to her knees, taking my soft cock in her mouth, licking off the stickiness that covered me. She looked over at Joe, then, who was still hard as a rock, and left me, to go slurp on him. She ran her hand down to her pussy, running her fingers in the copious fluid she found, and then started jerking his cock. Even though her breasts weren't too big, she squeezed them around his cock, giving him a titty-fuck, the head of his cock now disappearing between her fleshy mounds, then appearing again. She dipped her head and licked the purply knob, making Joe moan. I watched for a while, then decided on my next move. I walked up behind her and dropped to my knees. I spread her stance a bit, and watched my come start oozing out of her pussy. Her red bush was all matted and wet, and I ran my tongue over her cunt lips, tasting our sweet and sticky juices. Laney moaned as I kissed and licked her sloppy, wet pussy, cleaning up as much of our combined come as I could find. Then she squeezed her cunt muscles and a bigger glob came sliding out and I eagerly licked that up, too. Once I had her cleaned up, I stood up, and reached my hands around her, and joined her in squeezing her pretty tits around Joe's stiff prick. I started to kiss her neck, and she turned her head to kiss me, running her tongue in and out of my mouth, and all around me. "I love tasting *us* on your mouth!" she said, in a very sultry voice. We continued to jack Joe off, and I could sense that Joe was close to blowing his load, as his movements got quicker and more jerky, and soon his low moans went high in pitch, and he grabbed Laney's hair and she clamped her mouth over his prick. I ran my hands up and down his shaft as he unleashed his spunk into Laney's mouth. She swallowed the first blasts, then slid his cock out of her mouth, and let him come on her tits and neck. As he stopped spurting, I squeezed his cock, getting the last drops out, rubbing them on Laney's nipples. Joe was now weak in the knees, and dropped down onto his knees, and he started to clean his own come off her tits. Watching it was so hot, that I leaned around her, and also licked come off her neck, and her luscious tits. Once she was all cleaned up, we all looked at each other. There we were, still in the living room, a pile of clothes all around us. "Might I suggest that we go to my room, where we can get more comfortable?" I asked. We all agreed, and headed to my room, settling on the bed, with Laney right in between Joe and me. She lay on her back and Joe and I on our sides, kissing Laney on her mouth, on her neck, on her tits. She was rubbing our cocks, mine, having had time to recover, now fully erect again; Joe's still recovering. "That was *so* hot! I never was with a guy who would even kiss me after a blow job, and you guys just licked come of my tits! I tell you what, I'm never letting go of you two!" We continued our foreplay (or is that "between" play?) and Joe was now fully erect again, and Laney rolled on top of him. "I just have to have this one in my pussy, too!" she said, as she guided Joe's prick into her. Joe and I both watched her riding him. She sat up, cowgirl style on him, slowly raising herself up, Joe's glistening shaft appearing between her swollen labia, and then suddenly setting herself back down, sinking him in as deep as he would go, then repeating the whole performance. Watching the scene, I couldn't help but start stroking my own cock. When Laney noticed this, she beckoned for me, and settled back down on top of Joe. She kissed him on the mouth, then took my cock in her hand and started jacking me slowly. Then she took my cock in her mouth, running her tongue over it, caressing my balls with her hand. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and then directed it toward Joe's. My first instinct was to pull back, but Joe opened his mouth and leaned his head in my direction, so I slowly leaned forward, and let Joe's tongue touch my mushroom head. Laney leaned in and kissed, too, and I watched them kiss and lick together on my cock, all the while Laney is still moving her pussy over Joe's buried cock. The sight and sensation soon had me getting that familiar feeling, but I did not want to come too soon, so I gently pulled away, leaving them to kiss and tongue one another's mouths. After a few seconds to calm myself, I knew that what I wanted was the view that Joe had earlier, and I moved around the two fuckers, and got a good vantage point to watch, up close, this cock and cunt co-mingling. Laney would almost bounce a few times, then really grind her cunt onto his cock. After watching the rhythm a bit, I waited and then, when she started her grind, I grabbed her hips and leaned way in, kissing and licking at the intersection of their two bodies, cupping and rubbing Joe's balls as I did. Right in her rhythm, though, I backed away, and let go of her hips. She looked around at me, "Why did you stop?" "To let you continue with your rhythm - bounce, bounce, bounce, griiiiind!" I replied. She grinned at me, and started to bounce again. On every grind, I would grab hold of her hips, and kiss somewhere - Laney's pretty ass, Joe's balls, Laney's taint, Joe's shaft. Every time, it got an extra moan out of one or the other, or both! Then I had another idea. I sat up on my knees, and pushed Laney's legs apart so that my knees were outside of Joe's legs, and Laney's were outside of mine. On the next grind, I lay in on top of Laney, settling my cock between her gorgeous buns, and added my own grind. I backed off to let the rest of the rhythm continue, and leaned in to get my grind in, too. Pretty soon, Joe was bucking, even in the "grind" times, and then the grind times stopped happening. I knew Joe would loose his load, soon, and then Laney started, too. "Oh...yeah...Joe...gonna...come...come...come!" I started seriously jacking my cock as I wanted to come "with them", and Joe drove himself into her, his hips lifting off the bed and Laney throwing her head back. "OH YES, YES, YES, YES!" she screamed, while Joe could only gurgle. I could see the base of Joe's cock contracting and contracting as he blew his load inside her, and watched her pussy quivering as she came. White cream began to ooze out around his cock, and at that point, I too started to come. The first spurt sailed high, landing on the small of Laney's back, but then I aimed at the point where their flesh came together, and squirted all over Laney's asshole, Joe's balls, the bed. As I settled, I squeezed the last drops on her buns. I leaned in a licked up the small puddle on her back, and continued to lick and slurp come off her ass. I ran my tongue over her puckered hole, cleaning up after myself as I went. I licked at the curve of her buns where they meet her thighs, and then down, licking the shaft of Joe's cock, where it disappeared into her. Here was a triple mix of Laney's pussy, Joe's come and my come, and I licked as much as I could. Joe's spent cock was now softening inside her, and more come was oozing out of her pussy. I licked that, too, and then moved on down to lick my come off of Joe's balls. The smell of sex was pungent and strong, and I was loving every second of this. When I felt that I had cleaned up pretty well, I moved up along side the two of them, and Laney turned her head my way, kissing and licking my face, then turned again to Joe, giving him a taste, too. I settled in beside them. Laney slid off the right side of Joe, her right leg draped over his, and I moved in on Joe's left side, draping my left leg over his and we all settled into a deep, satisfying sleep.