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Menage

By: SpankMeDaddy



As the final credits are rolling, I look over and see you with your head in your hands. You thought you were so damn clever, slipping "Trois" in the DVD player for our afternoon movie. You have been after me now for a while to try a little menage a trois. I told you I thought it was a bad idea. Any freaky thing we want to do we can do with just us two. You thought showing me the movie would help. One of the boys down at the barber shot had told you how hot the sex scene was so you thought it might sway my opinion. Little did he tell you how the rest of the movie went. I am chuckling a little, because I know what is going through your head, as I start to straighten up the living room. I am waiting for you to say something, anything, so I can crack ya face about this. By the time the last music goes off, you are still sitting there, semicomatose, so I figure you are really bothered by what we just saw. 

Trying to keep the amusement out of my voice I remind you that we have a dinner engagement and if you don't hurry to get showered and dressed, we are going to be late. Head hung down, lip poked all the way out, you shuffle your letdown self to the bathroom for a shower and shave. I am so tickled by how badly things went for the couple in the movie that I start to hum to myself. I know that now there is no way that you are going to try to make me do menage anything. 

By the time we make it to dinner, the other couple, David and Lisa, have already ordered drinks. As we settle ourselves, I explain that we got caught up watching a movie and that is why we were late. Lisa asks in-between sips of her Watermelon Martini, which movie. I look to see your reaction as I tell her. She almost chokes laughing as I lean over to do a stage whisper, "Trois". 

David starts to smile too, and rubs Lisa's back. "Y'all must be thinking about spicing up the bedroom," David observes. 

You roll your eyes and take a long swig of your whiskey sour and I laugh. "Nah, it wasn't an 'us' kinda thing," I explain. "Mr. Freak Daddy wants to experiment." 

I expect them to say something like "oh that is just too freaky" but they throw me a little loop. "Well," Lisa says slowly, "don't base your ideas about menage a trois on that movie. People do it all the time and love it. It can be fun if you have the right partner or couple." 

We look at each other and then at David and Lisa. She leans out and puts her hand on mine and winks. "Yes, girl, I have licked the kitty and I loved it." She moves away to snuggle up to David and says, "Don't get me wrong, I still love how Big Daddy puts it down, but it was so much fun being touched in a different way." 

I can see you out of the corner of my eye, and you are watching them as if they have just grown antlers. "Hey baby," you say to me, "I wanted to do a menage a trois, but I don't know about another woman licking at the treasure. I thought maybe she would just be licking my balls while I laid the funk down on you." Everyone at the table laughs. 

"So basically, my brotha," David says, "it was supposed to be all about you." 

"No," you say quickly, "it was about my lady too. I didn't want her to feel overwhelmed with having to please me alone." That sends everyone into laughter, because it is a known fact that you are a bit quick on the trigger when you are extra excited. 

We talk and laugh about the movie all through dinner. We are all about to head to David and Lisa's to play spades when his phone rings. He excuses himself to take the call while you head out to get our car. Lisa and I head to the bathroom to touch up our makeup while we wait. 

As we are in the mirror, I see her looking at my breasts. After the conversation that we have had all through dinner, I can't help but be a little curious. I am trying to play like I don't notice, though. My nipples give me away, because they start to poke out through the fabric of my dress. Lisa smiles, but doesn't say anything. I was really expecting, almost hoping, that she would make a comment. I get so flustered that I drop my lipstick on the floor in front of me, but before I can pick it up, Lisa is kneeling on the floor to get it. I feel her breath on my knee as she is looking up and holding the tube. 

"Here you go," she says, sounding just a little breathless. I felt her looking up my dress a little. Had I known that anyone was going to be down that way, I would have put on panties. 

I turn fast and make a bee line for the door of the restroom and run directly into David. He reaches out to steady me, one hand accidentally landing right on a very excited nipple. He pulls back and smiles apologetically. 

"Hey," David says, "can you two just bring Lisa to the house? I have a run I need to make." 

I say "sure," and feel her come to stand right beside me. It feels like her hand is rubbing my bottom, but it is too light for me to be sure. 

When we pull up to the front of the house, Lisa tells you, "Let us out here, and pull the car into the carport. We get inside and set up the card table." 

When you come in, we all sit down, ready to play. Lisa suggests, "Hey, why don't we play poker until David gets here?" 

I am a little bit tipsy from the drinks at dinner, so that sounds like a good idea to me. You shrug an OK and Lisa gets up to look for the poker chips. She comes back empty-handed. "OK, guys, I can't find the chips. Look like it is going to be a game of strip poker." 

We laugh and start to play. I thought she was joking until the first hand was up. I lost and both of you were looking at me, waiting for me to take something off. "Oh dang, y'all," I say. "I thought we were just kidding." You both look at me, waiting, so I take a deep sigh and shed my shoes. 

After the fourth hand, I have lost my shoes, shirt, bra and skirt. I am down to nothing. I start to get up, seeing as how no one else has lost even a button. Lisa says, "Hey, where are you going?" 

I tell her, "I don't have anything else to lose." 

She says, "Don't worry, we will come up with something." 

The fifth round I actually win and both of you decide to be generous and take off an article of clothing. You took off your shirt and Lisa took off her dress. I don't know if I like having her breasts across the table from you, all perky, still in a push up bra, and mine are el naturel. 

The sixth round, I lose. I don't know what I have to take off when Lisa says, "How about we give your man a little show for this loss?" 

I don't think that is a good idea, but you look like you just got the best Christmas gift in the whole world, so I ask, "What do you have in mind?" 

Lisa says, "You don't have to do a thing. Just sit up on the table with your pretty kitty facing your man." 

I get on the table, legs spread wide, facing you. I look down in your lap, and your member looks like it is about to break though your pants. Lisa comes and settles herself in your lap, thong panties riding up and starts to grind her bottom against you. I put my hand up to put a stop to that when I feel her tongue, ever so soft, on just the tip of my pearl, right at that second. My eyes get really big and I feel like I have just frozen. I can feel my wetness leaking out to greet her and my nipples getting hard as diamonds. You reach past her and her grinding hips to start to pinch and rub my nipples very gently. Her tongue reaches down into my honey pot to gather out more of my juices. It is so thick, so long, it kind of feels like a miniature penis. I slowly lay back on the table, and she opens me up with both of her slender fingers. You can't reach my breasts anymore, so you cup Lisa's breasts and start to fondle them, rubbing yourself up into her. If it weren't for the pants and the thong, you would be deeply inside of her right now. Her fingers move from my sex and travel up my body to take off where your fingers left off on my nipples. I can feel my sex dripping all over Lisa's face, hearing her slurp up my nectar. 

You unzip yourself and slip on a condom. You lean around her and ask if it is okay with me, before you move the thong aside. I was trying to say no, but my moan turns into a scream as Lisa's tongue takes me over the edge. You take that as a yes and bury yourself deep inside of her. I can tell her muscles are milking you, because you are making that same little whimper that you make when I work my muscles up and down you. I know you won't last long, because of the amount of noise you are making. As you are grunting and releasing, David walks in. 

"Ah, yeah," he says. "Just in time for my turn." He moves me off the table and moves me into the doggy style position. He slides into me deeply all at once. I am watching you finish your final shudder as David starts to take me on a hell of a ride. 

When you are finished, Lisa starts to slide herself up under me. I am thinking that there is no way she is getting any kind of reciprocation when I feel her tongue teasing me sex once again. Between her tongue going between my lips and David's full nuts, I feel like I am going to explode. David rears back and starts to slam into me deeply. Lisa's mouth becomes like a miniature Hoover on my pearl and I start to shake all over. 

David's hand grabs the back of my hair and pushes it down into Lisa's waiting sex. With you and he looking on, my orgasm imminent, I have my first taste of Lisa. Her finger snakes itself between David and me to tickle my anus and I latch on and do a little Hoover move of my own. We both start to writhe against each other, on the edge of completion. You slide between her legs, moving my head, sinking back into her as her body started to rack with pleasure. 

I become very still because I know a big orgasm was on it's way. I say, "YES! YES! YES!" all over again, as Lisa's tongue finally brought me the release I sought. David took that moment to move from my front to my back hole. I am so into the sex and how great it feels that I just ride out the pain and let him empty himself deeply into my bowels. When he backs out, I place my azz right on Lisa's mouth and feel her tongue seek and gather all of his sauce. 

You come one more time and fall off of Lisa, breathing heavily. We all take a moment to catch our breath before David suggests we try this again out in their hot tub.

Menage



She was on her belly, naked. Her bottom was in the air as her husband pounded into her from behind. The feeling was sweaty, rich and thoroughly exquisite. It was just short of painful. Her fingers drummed her clitoris. She moaned loudly, inspiring her husband to redouble his efforts. Sweat drizzled from his brow. He gripped her hips roughly. It was then that he began to speak. 

"Are you enjoying this?"

"Yes," she hissed sharply.

"You love to fuck, don't you?" he asked almost under his breath.

"Yes," she said, moaning at the same time.

"Are you ready to cum?" 

"Almost," she gasped as she spoke, "Oh, God, it's so delicious. I don't want it to be over just yet."

"You love cock, don't you?"

"Yes, ohhhh, God!" She quickly removed her fingers from between her legs to delay her imminent orgasm.

He slowed and lengthened his strokes, seeing that she was so close. Her orgasm would inevitably trigger his, and he wanted to prolong this encounter even as did his wife. She loved it when he talked dirty to her, and he loved the effect it had on her. Carefully chosen words would send her into a writhing, squealing frenzy. Her long, low moans and out-of-control movements were to him as a decadent dessert to be savored. As he continued to fuck her with long, painfully slow strokes, he contemplated the new territory he planned to explore with his words. The thoughts made him shudder.

"You really, really love cock, don't you?" he asked as he slid into her deeply.

"Ohhhh," she emitted a high-pitched squeal, "Yes! Yes, I love it! Oh, God, I can't hardly stand this!"

"Don't touch yourself."

"I'm not," she whispered breathlessly.

"Want to know what I'm thinking?"

"Mmm Hmmm," she responded.

"I'm thinking about what you'd look like with a cock in your mouth right now."

Her orgasm hit her like a blunt instrument in her solar plexus. "Unnghh!" she grunted, writhing, spasming, her entire body stiffening completely out of her control. Wave after wave after wave of orgasm rolled over her being with no seeming end in sight.

The wild, steaming contractions of his wife's vagina, coupled with the orgasmic contortions of her body sent her husband into his own climax. His thick, sticky seed spurted into her. His head jerked back, his spine flexed concave, his jaw tensed and clenched. From deep in his throat came a long, gutteral grunt that ended with a satisfying sigh as the spasms of orgasm began to subside.

Both wife and husband slid softly to the bed and into a quiet, gentle embrace.

Her name was Cindy. She cuddled and kissed her husband lightly. She loved him very much, and sex with him was always lots of fun. She was pretty, more than a little beautiful. She had big, bedroomy hazel eyes and a wide, generous mouth. Her skin was peachy, soft and silky, her breasts, while not necessarily huge, were firm and round, with perfectly pink nipples. Her figure was sweetly voluptuous, a classic hourglass. Although her bottom was wide and plump, perfectly formed, and creamy. Cindy was delectable and her husband, Michael, could never get enough of her.

Michael was average, average size, average height, average weight. He was both talented and enthusiastic in bed. Best of all, Michael was dangerous, unpredictable, and was about to do something very, very different.

"You're bad!" said Cindy. She screwed up her pretty face in a mock frown and playfully slapped her husband, who ducked as he laughed.

"You like bad, don't you?" he said.

"You know I do. You heard me come, didn't you?" she slapped him again, "But you're still bad!"

Cindy and Michael snuggled a few minutes longer, then fell asleep.

Richard Dean was one of Michael's best friends. Like Michael, he was in the "generally average" category, but tended to drift from one girlfriend to another. None of Richie's relationships lasted long, and there were usually long gaps between them. Richie was currently mired in the midst of one of those gaps.

"Damn, Michael," said Richie over coffee in the student union, "I'm so backed up I can hardly stand it! It sucks when you're right hand is your best friend."

Michael laughed, "Why don't you go out and get yourself a girlfriend, buddy? There are tons of girls all over campus."

Richie rolled his eyes, "Sure, easy for you to say. You get laid every night. I have to go through all that awkward, 'getting to know you' business. It's not easy, man. In fact, it's nerve-wracking. I hate dates, and I hate rejection, and I really hate trying to break it off with some chick who's whack or something like that. If I had any damn money I'd just line up a regular hooker to keep the pipes cleaned out, you know?"

It was Michael's turn to roll his eyes, "Richie, Richie, Richie. With a hooker you get the 'Me love you long time, but I eat apple while I fuck you and no extra charge for sexually transmitted disease, big boy'"

"Life sucks and then you die," Richie glanced down at his palm, "At least I got you, my friend."

Michael cruised through his afternoon classes on auto-pilot, thinking that Richie might be the perfect person to help fulfill his fantasy. Cindy liked Richie. He made her laugh with his endless, self-deprecating patter. Michael was sure, though, that Cindy had probably never thought about Richie in any kind of sexual way. Michael could change that. In fact, that would be part of the fun.

Classes complete for the day, Michael headed off to his work-study job at the college. He served as an administrative assistant for the College of Nursing. It was a Friday, and most of the faculty had already left for the weekend. The only faculty member left in the offices was Mr. Kebler. He taught the hard sciences, biology, physics, pharmacology. Mr. Kebler was pretty cool. A few days before he had been chatting with Michael as Michael stored some older files in the department's storage closet. As they chatted, Kebler had shifted some boxes to help Michael find room for the filing boxes being added to storage. The box Kebler was holding was filled with all manner of medical detritus, but Kebler pulled out one particular item he seemed to find of particular interest.

"Well, now, check this out," Kebler held up a tangle of straps with foam padding, velcro strips and plastic clips attached, "Something each and very budding dominatrix can use in the most practical terms...four-point restraints...although this piece, knotted up as it is, is just a one-pointer."

They had laughed and made a few more crude jokes about the odd item in the box, which would soon end in the school dumpster.

Michael was working on a revision of an in-house evaluation form for students' clinical performance as Mr. Kebler left his office for the day. Noticing that he and Michael were alone in the office, Kebler stopped to tell Michael a quick joke.

"A little boy asked his grandpa how many different kinds of breasts there were. His old grandpa sighed and told the boy that there were only three types of breasts. 'First,' the old man said, 'there are melons. You find those on young women. They're round, firm and fresh. As a women gets older those melons turn into pears. They're not quite as round or firm, but they are ripe and delicious. And then there are onion breasts.' The little boy asked what his grandpa meant by onion breasts. He understood about the melons and the pears, but the onions had him confused. His grandpa sighed again and said, 'Onion breasts are found on old ladies. They call 'em onion breasts because, when an old woman takes off her bra you can't help but cry.'"

Both men laughed, and then Kebler took his leave. This was what Michael had been waiting for. He had purposely kept the box of "junk" until he could retrieve the restraints. It took him several minutes, but Michael found all four pieces to the set and put them in his back pack. He wrapped up his work for the day, dropped the box and its remaining contents in the school dumpster and headed for home.

Dinner was finished and Cindy and Michael cleared the table. Michael stepped up behind his luscious little wife and, wrapping his arms around her, slid his hands up and squeezed her breasts, which were definitely melons. Her nipples hardened with the squeezing. Then Michael ran his hands down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist and thighs. He brought his hands together at the "v" of her anatomy, where her thighs and belly met. He could feel the heat of her sex beneath his hand.

"I don't think you want to watch TV, do you?" she asked in a low, almost husky voice.

"No," Michael answered and, with that, he pressed his hand a little deeper between Cindy's legs. She moaned in response.

"Let's go in the bedroom," Cindy suggested.

As they stepped through their bedroom door, Michael took Cindy in his arms and kissed her deeply. Their tongues rolled over one another and Cindy whimpered into his mouth. 

"Why don't you put on one of your more interesting outfits?" asked Michael.

"Do you have a preference?" 

"Surprise me."

With that, Cindy rummaged surreptitiously in her lingerie drawer, then disappeared into the bathroom. Knowing he had a few minutes before she would emerge, Michael quickly strapped the four-point restraints in place on the four edges of the bed. No sooner had he finished with that task and dimmed the lights in their bedroom than Cindy came gliding out of the bathroom wearing a red, see-through bra, red lace panties and red fishnet stockings. Michael's cock swelled and hardened.

He pulled Cindy onto the bed and kissed her deeply. His hands roamed all over her body as she moaned and pressed against him. Michael pulled her over on top of him and enjoyed her grinding against him, her pelvis pressing deliciously against his raging hard-on. They kissed and writhed against each other for a time, then Michael began to draw Cindy's body up the length of his until her knees were placed on either side of his head. He pulled the crotch of the tiny red panties aside and began to lick her swollen sex. This elicited a low, growling moan of ecstasy from deep within Cindy. Michael continued to suck and lick his dripping, groaning, squirming wife until her breathing became shallow and labored. Her hunching against his mouth quickened, signalling that she was dangerously close to orgasm, and Michael wanted to delay this for some time. He whipped her body off his and onto her back.

"Roll over," he whispered into her ear.

"Mmmm," Cindy cooed as she complied.

Michael drew the whispy panties down her body and off over her ankles. Cindy lay on the bed humping against the covers and whimpering quietly. She was thoroughly consumed by her lust at this point and was willing to subserviantly comply with any suggestion Michael might offer. In fact, she was hoping he would do any number of things to her without advance warning and without her permission. The very idea made her throb and drip. She was about to get her wish.

Michael quickly grasped his wife's right arm and secured her wrist into the restraint.

"What's this?" Cindy asked mischievously.

Michael said nothing, but firmly secured Cindy's other arm and both ankles. She was now unable to move but a few inches in any direction, and she was obviously enjoying her husband's little "surprise."

"You've tied me up before, but this is interesting," said Cindy, "What, exactly, are you planning to do to me?"

Again, Michael did not reply, but quietly removed his clothing as he watched his helpless wife strapped face down on their bed. His eyes were inexorably drawn to her ass, exposed and vulnerable in the middle of the bed. He stared at it, noticing for the millionth time it's perfectly round shape, it's plumpness, it's creamy whiteness, and remembering it's smoothness and softness. He reached into the bedside stand and withdrew a bottle of baby oil. Kneeling beside his wife on the bed, he dribbled some of the oil on her ass and began to gently smooth it into the skin of her cheeks.

"Mmmm, that feels nice," breathed Cindy into the mattress. She moved her ass in tiny motions, like a cat arching into a pet.

Suddenly, Michael slapped her ass cheek.

"Oh!" Cindy exclaimed with a surprised squeak.

Michael slapped her again.

"Oh!" she said again, but this time the noise quivered with just a bit of lust.

Another slap.

Cindy groaned and arched her ass into the air to receive another blow.

Another slap.

"Oh, God! Don't stop doing that! Spank me! I love it!" she sounded as if she might come from just the spanking , and her plump ass was starting to become reddish pink from Michael's ministrations.

Michael began to sweat; he was focusing on slapping his wife's soft, round ass. The blows were completely irregular in timing, but identical in force, just hard enough to sting.

"You love to be fucked, don't you?" he asked.

Cindy only moaned and wiggled her ass in response. Michael slapped her tender white bottom again, this time harder than any of the other blows.

"You really love fucking, don't you? Tell me!" he slapped her ass hard again.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God," Cindy whimpered breathlessly, "God, yes! I love to fuck! God, I just love it!"

"Are you enjoying being spanked?" Michael asked, his voice full of teasing.

"Oh, yes!" Cindy panted.

Michael adjusted his position to make it easier to do something he wanted to do, but he continued administering blows to his wife's wiggling, pink bottom.

"So, you love being spanked and you love to fuck, huh? What about eating cock? Do you like to eat cock?" he inquired.

"Unh!" Cindy grunted involuntarily. This was a sign of approaching orgasm. The tingling and spasms of her climax were beginning to form deep within her. She would not be able to take much more mental or physical teasing without coming.

"Do you enjoy the sensation of a dick in your mouth? The taste of cock?"

Cindy's voice was quavery, husky, absolutely dripping with lust, "Yes. I love sucking cock."

"I'll bet you'd enjoy having someone fuck you in the mouth while I spank your hot, fat ass, wouldn't you?" as he spoke those words, Michael reached below Cindy with one arm. Angling his wrist and hand, he gently began to slap her pussy in such a fashion that the light, little smacks stimulated her clitoris. That was much more than Cindy could handle. Her mind was flooded with a fantasy image of her mouth filled with some strange, swollen dick, even as she thrilled to the very real sensation of her hotly stinging ass. The sudden jolt of her clit being stimulated, completely unexpected and delicious, sent her careening into total sexual overload. She came with one of the most explosive orgasms she had ever in her life experienced. She wailed; she thrashed; she grunted atavistically, and the orgasm went on and on and on. Then she collapsed, boneless, on the bed.

Richie Dean woke up in his little apartment with a start from yet another wet dream. He was only 20 years old, and he thought about sex all the time. Despite the fact that he jacked off almost every day, fantasizing deliciously about this girl or that girl, he had these wet dreams almost twice each week. It seriously pissed him off and, since he had a limited number of pairs of underwear, forced him to do laundry more often than he cared to, which was never. Still, there were enough women in the laundromat to provide fresh fuel for his "jack-off" fantasies.

He preferred to fantasize about girls he knew. His favorite musings dealt with Michelle, the girl with whom he'd broken up most recently. She had a couple of delightfully sexy tatoos, one on her lower back. He'd always enjoyed fucking her doggy style, gripping her ass cheeks and just staring at that tatoo. He liked thinking about Mrs. Gerling, too. She was the wife of an English professor whose course he had taken during his freshman year. He still saw her from time to time, because she worked in the financial aid office. She was older, but she just looked like she enjoyed sex. He didn't know why he thought that; she wasn't especially attractive, but was not unattractive, either. You could just tell that Mrs. Gerling liked to fuck, that's all. Richie also liked to think about his buddy, Michael's wife, Cindy. There was no doubt about Cindy; she definitely liked to fuck. She never really flirted with him, and he would never dream of hitting on Michael's wife, but she just exuded sex. Sex oozed from every pore of Cindy's lush, curvy body. Her mouth, her tits, her thighs and her ass were all built for fucking. A lot of men would say Cindy was too fat, not the supermodel type. A lot of men were idiots. Michael was no idiot. It was obvious to Richie that Michael knew exactly what he had in Cindy, and loved every minute of it. Lucky Michael. Damn, Richie needed a new girlfriend!

But Richie Dean was painfully shy and awkward around most girls. It was always a long interval between girlfriends. Richie could score with high school girls, but that never was a good thing. Dating high school girls meant pissed-off fathers, embarrassment at college functions and, worst of all, stalking, rabbit-boiling, 200 phone calls-per-night teeny boppers. Who needs that?

Richie just filled up his kitchen sink with hot water, dribbled in a little dish soap and dropped his cum-sticky underwear in. It was a disgusting thing to do, but who would ever really know besides him? He just couldn't deal with the laundromat this week, that's all. Richie was going to have to hurry to shower, shave, dress and meet Michael at the Student Union for coffee before classes.

"I tried something new and different with Cindy last night," said Michael, sipping his coffee.

"Oh, shit," Richie spat, "Do not talk to me about sex with Cindy, for God's sake! I'm so backed up I'm drenching my damn shorts with sperm while I sleep! Have a little pity, okay?"

Michael burst out laughing so hard that coffee actually shot out from his nose. He choked and coughed all at the same time, nearly falling off his chair. People at other tables were staring at the two men.

"Shit, man," Richie said with genuine concern, "Are you gonna be all right?"

Michael nodded, still coughing and laughing. He waved his hand at Richie to send the message that he was expecting a complete recovery.

"No, seriously, Michael, I have got to find a girlfriend soon. I just can't stand this anymore. I'm still whacking and thinking about Michelle, man."

This sent Michael into fresh fits and coughing and laughter.

"Would you please not laugh at me? I'm serious here."

Richie sat quietly staring into his coffee cup while Michael regained his composure, coughed a little more, and cleared his throat. Michael blew his nose into a napkin, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and, shaking his head slightly said, "God, I'm sorry, Richie. I'm really not laughing at you, I swear. It's just the way you said that, really. I'm sorry, man."

"A little respect and human decency here, okay?" said Richie.

"Yeah, " Michael replied, sipping what was left of his coffee, "Really, I mean it, I'm sorry. You forgive me?"

"Okay."

"I tied her up and spanked her till she came."

"Goddamit, Michael!"

Richie was all alone in his apartment. It was deep in the evening. He had tried watching TV, but his mind just couldn't focus on a sitcom or a movie, and he definitely could not follow the news. Richie's cock was stiff inside his pants, so hard that it hurt.

Richie swung his feet to the floor off the couch and, sighing deeply, he leaned forward and cut off the TV. Standing straight, Richie stretched and ambled toward the bedroom. He stopped in the bathroom and brushed his teeth. It was in his mind, festering. He washed his face, but it was bothering him and bothering him. He sighed deeply again and felt his aching cock right through his pants.

Richie disrobed completely and tossed his clothes in a hamper in the corner of his bathroom. The hamper was already full, so several items of clothing slid off onto the floor, but Richie didn't care at all. He was more than ready for bed. Before he headed out of the bathroom to his bed, Richie reached into his medicine cabinet and palmed a bottle of lotion. He carried the wash cloth he'd used on his face with him, too.




Menage



Naked, Richie stretched out on his bed and finally gripped his cock with his right hand skin to skin, rather than through his clothing. He released his painful shaft. Richie no longer cared about the discomfort, because relieving it was now his purpose. Relief for Richie's aching dick, however, was going to take some time, because Richie had every intention of prolonging the agony to maximize the relief it would give.

Closing his eyes, Richie's imagination immediately produced an image of Cindy, naked. This was a visual Richie had savored many, many times. In reality, however, Richie could only speculate about Cindy's body. He had never even seen her in a bathing suit. Still, it was a pure delight for Richie to imagine Cindy's lush body. He defined in his mind her soft, round breasts, what the nipples would look like. He pictured her pubic hair and her pussy. He envisaged her perfectly round, fat, delectable butt. Even this early in his fantasy, Richie did not dare stroke his cock; he dared not even really touch it. He would definitely explode with just one touch. Richie had been simmering all evening with the fantasy of Cindy bubbling in the back of his consciousness.

Tingling, aching, Richie pictured a naked Cindy lying face down on her bed. He pictured that perfect ass tilted high, the tiny pink rosebud in full view, and her pussy ringed with delicate hairs. In Richie's imagination Cindy's little pussy glistened with moisture. It was all he could stand. In Richie's fantasy he flew straight to the bed, dove behind Cindy and began to frantically lick her pussy and her ass. In his mind's eye, this elicited uncontrolled moaning from Cindy. She wiggled back against Richie's hungry lips, literally fucking his mouth.

Back in the real world, Richie's hand, slathered with lotion, found his painful, stiffened dick. He began to stroke as he visualized a writhing Cindy, imagining her taste and texture. Richie's dick, veins bulging, achingly hot to the touch, was so engorged that its head was purple and drizzling pre-cum. The stroking became frantic. Richie started to growl, licking his lips. His hips begin to buck. The wash cloth barely made it to the tip of his dick before gobs of sticky semen exploded from it, gushing and spurting again and again. Stroking, cumming, jacking, bucking, growling, grunting, Richie came and came. He exhaled for a very long time, then fell asleep with the cum-filled wash cloth still in his hand. 

Cindy's jeans were hanging off one ankle. Her shirt was open and her tits with their soft, pink nipples were quite visible. Her legs were splayed wide and Michael was kneeling between them sucking on her clit. She quivered, panted and whimpered as she felt Michael's tongue lick the length of her wet sex and his hands caress her belly and her tits.

"I want you to do something," Cindy said in a husky voice.

Michael glanced up, his face slick with her juice, "What's that?"

"I want you to talk dirty to me like you did the other night."

"What do you mean?" Michael was teasing her, coaxing her to say more.

"You know. Like you did the other night when you were spanking me."

"No," said Michael, lightly caressing Cindy's torso with his fingertips, "I don't know what you mean."

"You do, too," Cindy pouted, "Quit teasing me. I want you to lick my pussy and talk like you did the other night. That drove me crazy."

Michael grinned, "Ohhhhh, you mean to talk dirty to you while I suck you off, right?"

Cindy slapped at him, "Stop teasing me and get busy!"

Michael's face disappeared into Cindy's pubic region. He licked and teased her clit with his tongue and his lips until Cindy's hips began to grind. Then he looked up from between her legs and said, "You know, your mouth is just made for sucking cock. Your lips are perfect for it"

Cindy moaned.

"Do you like to suck on cock?"

Her hips writhed, "Uh huh."

"You love being sucked, too, don't you?"

"Oh, God, yes."

"I'd love to watch you suck someone's cock while I do this to you."

Cindy squirmed as Michael returned to his licking and sucking. Her whimpering became more frantic as she began to imagine the overwhelming sensation of having one man eat her while another fucked her mouth.

"Just think about what that would be like; to have me licking you and some other guy's dick sliding into your mouth." he returned to licking.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! I'm so hot!" Cindy's writhing was getting wild, almost out of control. She could feel the beginnings of an approaching orgasm.

"I want you to imagine a real cock. Not just any cock. I want you to think about someone real straddling the back of the couch and pushing his swollen cock between your lips. Pretend you're really doing it." he dropped his head back down between Cindy's legs.

Now she was truly out of control. She was groaning long and loud, almost thrashing on the couch. Cindy's head, though, was turned to her left and her lips were parted as if admitting a hard dick. She slid her tongue out and licked around her entire mouth as if entwining it around a swollen shaft.

"You know who I'd like to watch you suck?"

"No, unh! Oh, God! No!" Cindy was panting and whimpering as she bucked and writhed, "Oh, God...tell me who you want me to suck!"

Michael licked the entire length of Cindy's clit and was rewarded with a moan that sounded very much like a sob, "You sure you want to know?"

"Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Tell me! Please, tell me!"

"Would you do it right now if he was here? Would you suck his cock right now?"

"Yessss! I'd love to suck it no matter who it was! I just want someone's cock in my mouth right now!"

Michael sucked her clit into his mouth as Cindy fucked his mouth with her distended clit. Swollen and hot, it was almost like a tiny dick itself.

"Just imagine if Richie were here with us and he fucked you in the mouth."

"Auggghhh!" Cindy came and came and came, flooding Michael's mouth with her sticky juice. 

Cindy worked Friday through Sunday of each week as a Certified Nurse's Aide at the hospital, three twelve-hour shifts. It was decent pay to start with, and when you added shift and weekend pay differentials, she had the best of all possible sitiations. She was off work all week long. Unfortunately, Michael worked and went to school during the week. While their time together was limited, they tried to make the most of it, and Michael would sometimes take a day off from school to be with Cindy.

Cindy had finished up her Sunday night shift, arriving home at around 8:15 a.m. Michael had already left. She was so tired from the long weekend of work that she just rinsed off in the shower quickly, then plopped into bed and immediately went to sleep. She awoke, her eyes wide open, at three in the afternoon. Realizing there was no point in trying to go back to sleep, she climbed out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom.

Cindy had washed her face, brushed her teeth and slipped on a pair of little jersey shorts and a T-shirt. She was seated at the dining room table reading the newspaper and eating a bowl of Cheerios when the door to the apartment suddenly opened, and through it breezed Michael with Richie Dean in tow.

"Honey!" said Michael cheerily, "I didn't think we'd find you up and around this early! We just stopped by to pick up that lab analysis I've been working on for Dr. Wooten. I'm gonna drop Richie off at work on my way back to the school. His car's in the shop again." Michael turned to look at Richie, "This'll just take a second, bud." He disappeared into the back. 

Cindy sat at the table becoming more flustered by the second. She had never been so unclothed around Richie Dean and could in no way forget that ever so recently she had entertained a completely vivid fantasy of sucking his dick. The blushing started deep in the pit of her stomach and spread upward. The T-shirt she was wearing was heavy enough that one could not see her nipples through the material. As she began to really blush, however, Cindy's nipples hardened into little rocks, and their outlines were very visible through the shirt.

Richie just stood for a moment, staring at Cindy. He could in no way get out of his mind that he had ever so recently stroked his cock while vividly fantasizing about the woman seated before him. Richie also couldn't miss the fact that Cindy was actually blushing, probably because she was only wearing a pair of skimpy, little shorts and a T-shirt. Oh and, by the way, her nipples were jutting right out through the material of the shirt. The stiffening of Richie's cock was completely involuntary. 

Richie smiled, the heat rising to his gaze, "Hey, Cindy. How're you doing?"

Cindy, hearing Richie's voice, looked directly into his eyes and felt the heat in his countenance. Clearing her throat just a little, she managed to return his greeting, "Hi, Richie. I'm okay, I guess."

Richie kept watching her with a slight smile on his face, but remained silent.

Cindy's mind would simply not let go of the fantasy. She dropped her eyes from Richie's and looked into her cereal bowl for a few moments. Then she glanced up just a little and noticed Richie's pants. He was wearing a pair of black, knit slacks, required uniform for his job. They were soft and clingy. They fully revealed his erection. Cindy, seeing it, had no doubt that Richie Dean had a very large, very thick cock, exactly like the one about which she had fantasized. Cindy wasn't just blushing any longer, she was getting wet.

Michael trotted out from the back of the house waving a binder full of papers, "Got it! Okay, we gotta smoke! See you later tonight, baby!" He briefly twisted down to kiss his wife, who was still being held in the smoky gaze of Richie Dean, whose hand was now on the knob of the front door to the apartment. 

The two men left Cindy sitting at the table with a soggy bowl of cereal. Her tiny, puckered nipples still tented the front of her T-shirt, her pussy continued to moisten, and her clit began to throb. Cindy rose from the table and dropped her bowl in the kitchen sink. Walking toward the bathroom, she pulled her shirt up over her head, and she quickly shucked the tiny shorts. She definitely did not care if Michael and Richie walked back through that door and found her naked. In fact, she hoped that would happen. It didn't.

Cindy plugged the drain of the bathtub and began to run some warm water. As it began to fill, Cindy listened hopefully for the door, but was disappointed. She stepped to the bathroom mirror and looked at her naked body, which she thought was much too fat. Still, horny as she was, the view excited her. She tweaked her nipples and squeezed her breasts. That made her even hotter. Listening to the water falling nearby, Cindy reached between her legs and touched her soaking pussy. The sensation elicited a little moan from her throat. She inserted her finger, then eased it out and teased her clit, swollen already, yet swelling still more. She lifted her finger to her lips and tasted her own musky savor. Cindy moved her legs a little more than shoulder-width apart, reached down with one hand, and began to lightly spank her pussy. The thrill washing through her made her hips begin to move in a fucking motion.

She glanced over at the tub and decided it had enough water for her to get in. There was probably only two inches of water, but that was fine. She lay down and scooted forward as far as possible toward the tub's faucet. She checked the temperature and adjusted it very slightly. Then, sliding her ass all the way to the edge of the tub, Cindy splayed her legs as wide as possible and placed her tingling pussy directly beneath the stream of water. The jolt to her clit was immediate and delicious. Cindy began to moan, remembering the way in which Richie had looked at her. Could he possibly know what she had been thinking? She wanted him to know. She hoped he knew. She dare not tell him, but she loved the way he had looked at her. Cindy hoped even more that Richie had seen her noticing his erect cock, and remembering that sight made her shudder beneath the warm, cascading water pummeling her clit.

Cindy fantasized about Richie's swollen member slipping into her mouth. In her mind's eye she saw herself roll her tongue over the shaft, saw her lips slurp on the head and tease down the length of Richie's cock. She could almost taste it, almost feel it twitching in her mouth. In her mind's eye she saw herself ease her mouth off the steaming, hot shaft and, with her saliva still glistening on its rigid length, she saw herself straddle Richie Dean's body and lower herself onto the cock she had just sucked. She came, the warm bath water only a minor player in the drama that triggered her massive orgasm. 

Michael quietly entered the apartment after work and school that night. The small living/dining room area was dark and quiet. Although it really wasn't all that late at night, Michael wondered if Cindy might not have gone to bed. Michael moved very quietly toward the bedroom, being careful not to wake his wife if she were sleeping. 

As he approached the bedroom, Michael saw some very dim light peeking around the cracks of the door, which was closed. What he saw as he pushed it open jolted him like an electric shock.

The small room was lit with candles and Cindy lay on the bed, her back partially propped up by pillows. She was completely naked, slathered in oil and masturbating languidly. She smiled seductively at her husband, "Well, hello there. I decided to start without you, as you can see." She glanced down at her widely spread legs and swollen sex. One hand was busy finger-fucking, the other was employing its index finger to gently and slowly massage her

clit.

Michael said absolutely nothing, but steadily watched his wife play with herself as he quickly disrobed. Naked, he crawled onto the bed to join her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her to himself and kissed her deeply.

"I'm so hot," Cindy breathed into Michael's mouth, "I need to be spanked. I've been very, very bad."

She withdrew slightly from him and, pulling the pillows she had been using as a prop beneath her soft, white belly, lay with her face down and her creamy, round ass tilted up into the air.

Michael found the oil Cindy had used on the nightstand and he dribbled a small amount onto Cindy's bottom. Slowly, teasingly he rubbed it into her cheeks, lower back and thighs.

"What did you do that was bad?" Michael asked.

"Mmmm. I fucked myself earlier today," Cindy replied.

"That's all?" asked Michael, sounding disappointed.

"No, there's more." said Cindy.

"Tell me."

"When you and Richie were here this afternoon I got horny. That's why I fucked myself."

"What made you horny?" with that, Michael slapped one of Cindy's ass cheeks.

Cindy sharply sucked in a breath with a slight whimper at the sudden sting of Michael's slap, "It made me hot to be caught sitting there like that, not wearing very much. My nipples got hard and I saw Richie looking at me. He could see that my nipples were hard, and that made me even hornier."

Michael delivered several, carefully timed and placed blows to Cindy's exposed ass. It was beginning to turn slightly pink, "I don't think you're telling me everything." He spanked her in earnest for several more seconds. 

Cindy moaned and wiggled her bottom in delight at the attention she was getting. She fingered her clit simultaneously, but had to be careful. She could sense an orgasm wasn't far from her. She removed her finger from her throbbing little clit and answered Michael's assertion, "No. Richie looked at me like he wanted to fuck me, and I looked at him, too. I didn't say anything, but I know he saw me looking at his cock and that made me even hotter than I already was, sitting there showing him so much of my body. God, it all made me so horny I could hardly stand it!"

Michael said nothing, but spanked Cindy's ass with very randomly timed and spaced blows. Her wiggling, squirming and moaning told him she was loving every second of it. He kept his gaze locked onto her pussy and saw that she was rubbing her clit intermittently. Finally, he spoke again, "Tell me the rest." 

"Ohhhhh," Cindy whined, sobbed and moaned all in the same breath, "As soon as you and Richie left I took off all my clothes right there. I was hoping you'd both come back in and catch me naked, but you didn't. That's when I fucked myself."

"And..." Michael prompted her.

"Oh, God," she sobbed, "Oh, God I can't take too much more of this. I want you to fuck me."

Michael said nothing in response, but delivered several more blows to his wife's cherry red ass.

She knew he wanted to hear the rest of it. As he gave her ass a rest from the spanking she told him what she knew he really wanted to hear, "The whole time you were here I was thinking about how I've been imagining sucking Richie's cock. After you left and while I was fucking myself I thought about how I was looking at his cock and I imagined him taking it out and putting it in my mouth."

Michael smacked her ass three or four times and then stopped.

"Oh, God....oh, my God," Cindy panted, "If I tell you the rest will you fuck me?"

"Yes."

"Oh, God...I was fucking myself and thinking about Richie fucking me in the mouth and then I thought about how I wouldn't let him come in my mouth. In my fantasy I took it out of my mouth and I crawled on top of him and I fucked him," she was very close to coming herself even though her hands were nowhere near her clit.

Michael's erect cock was poised very near to his wife's pussy, and now he slid it into her. Her response sounded almost like a wail. Michael hardly moved within her.

"Did you like thinking about that?" he asked.

"Yessss."

"Does it make you hot to think about Richie's dick in you?"

"Yesssss."

"Tell the truth now...are you thinking about that now?"

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God...yessss" and Cindy emitted a long sob of almost painful pleasure. If her finger even grazed her clit at this point she would come. If Michael moved his cock even slightly more than he was at present, that would make her come, as well. This fuck might very well be the best fuck she had ever had in her entire life.

"I know you want to come, and now I'm going to let you. Tell me what you would be saying if Richie were here in bed with us."

"Ohhhhhhh," her orgasm was already starting, "Fuck me, Richie! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Cindy completely lost count of the number of huge orgasms that rolled through her like surf. Michael came right along with her.

Michael and Cindy lay all curled together, more or less wrapped around each other. They were dozy and quiet, still buzzing or humming in the aftermath of sex.

"You know," said Cindy, lazily, "I really, really enjoyed that. I'm sure you could tell that. But I feel guilty about that stuff. I mean, I feel like I'm cheating on you. I mean, I enjoy it...all that fantasizing...but it makes me feel bad, too. Do you understand what I'm saying? I mean, I'm not sure we should be talking about this. It makes me think about really doing something like that, and I'm afraid of what it would do to our relationship. Besides, I really don't understand how this stuff could make you horny and not jealous, okay?"

"Whoa!" Michael laughed, "Good grief! Could you get just a little more serious? Don't you think you're taking all this a little lightly? I mean, can you just FEEL the sarcasm I am sharing with you?" Michael laughed loudly and, despite initially looking at him with a look somewhere between worried concern and a scowl, Cindy suddenly burst in to laughter, too. And they both laughed and giggled for some time.

As Michael's laughter finally subsided he said, "I'm going to tell you about something that happened to me before I even met you. Although all this that I'm about to tell you actually only happened a few weeks before we met. I always wanted to tell you about it, or...more truthfully...share my little kink...okay...my big kink...but I just didn't know how. I still didn't know how when I started to do just that, but I guess I couldn't stand it anymore. Besides, I know you're a hot little sex mopnster. I knew you'd come around."




Menage



Cindy smiled at her husband, "Okay, enough preamble, tell me this so-called story."

"Right," Michael shifted his position and looked more directly at his wife, "Well, you know my brother, Bruce. This all happened back in high school...the summer you moved here. I was sixteen and Bruce was about 21, home from college for the summer. My Aunt Sophie died, and my Mom and Dad went to Springfield for the funeral, so they were going to be gone a few days. Anyway, I didn't want to go...for obvious reasons...but I had the perfect excuse, because I was on the high school baseball team. Bruce just flat out told Mom and Dad he didn't want to go. Neither one of us really knew Aunt Sophie anyway.

'So I'm coming home from baseball practice one night and, when I walk through the front door, I find Bruce and his girl de jour, Jane, on the couch in the living room. Now, they're not doing anything. They both have all their clothes on; they're just sitting there together watching TV. Bruce has his arm around Jane and she's leaning on him and all. So I just head on upstairs and take a shower. I put on some shorts and a tank top and come down to the living room with them. I figure it's not like they're fucking or anything, so they won't really mind my company.

'So I sit down on the love seat across from them and start watching what they're watching. I don't even remember what it was anymore. But as I'm sitting there, Bruce kind of pulls Jane up closer to him and he starts kissing her. She sort of pulls against him, as if to say, 'Dammit, Bruce, not in front of your brother!' She doesn't say that...in fact, she doesn't say anything, but you could tell she was embarrassed; didn't want to suck face with the little brother watching and all. Bruce, though, won't take no for an answer and he pulls her against him all that much tighter. He holds her head and pins her body to him, then he kisses her, pushing his tongue right into her mouth. It's like the little struggling thing is starting to make him hot, you know?

'Anyway, they go on like this for a couple of minutes. At first, I just ignore it; act like I'm interested in the TV. Then I hear Jane whimper just a little bit and my eyes dart right over to the couch. The same thing is going on, except Bruce's hands are starting to roam around on Jane's body, and Jane isn't really fighting Bruce anymore. She's definitely not putting up a fight. Her hips are starting to move and she's sucking Bruce's tongue just as much as he is hers.

'The next thing I know, Bruce is unbuttoning Jane's shirt and sliding her bra strap off her shoulder and I've got a completely unrestricted view of her right tit. Bruce gropes Jane's chest; then he makes her shirt and her bra go away completely. Right after that he starts unbuttoning her jeans, and one of his hands disappears between Jane's legs. Bottom line...I get a hard-on you could use for a fence post.

'That's when things really started to get wild. With Bruce sucking on Jane's tongue and nipples and the finger-fucking I'm sure he was doing, Jane starts to go completely nuts. She's writhing like everything all over that couch and moaning like she's going to come or something. And I'm just staring at this whole thing, trying to resist the urge to just pull out my cock and jack off right there. I just thought it wouldn't be the polite thing to do. Well, all of a sudden I looked at something other than Jane's crotch and tits. I looked at her eyes. She was watching me. I mean, she was really looking at me, and she was all hot. She was loving that I was there and watching her doing all this.

'The next thing, Bruce tells Jane to take off her pants, so she does. She slides off the couch and wiggles out of her jeans and panties, and she runs her hands right up the inside of her thighs and rubs her own crotch. Then she kneels down and takes out my brother's cock and starts giving him a blow job right there in front of me. Bruce's head is laying on the back of the couch and his eyes are closed, and he's just groaning...not loud...it's kind of a low noise in his throat, you know? Anyway, every little bit Jane sort of slips her mouth off Bruce's dick and kind of turns around to make sure I can see, and every time she does that she looks right at me and licks her lips.

'Anyway, Bruce stops her, because he doesn't want to come in her mouth. He has other ideas. So he switches places with her and I get to watch my brother suck this girl's pussy. She just goes nuts, you know? I mean she's all over that couch. I can't believe Bruce can ride along and keep his head and tongue between her legs, she's going so crazy. And all the time she's just staring at me; watching me. Finally, I can't stand it anymore and I just take out my cock and start jacking, and that's more than she can take. As soon as she sees me looking back at her and jacking off she comes all over my brother's mouth.

'Oh, but that's not the end. Bruce whips her onto her back and starts fucking her. In just a couple of minutes Jane's right back where she was, moaning and wiggling all over. And she's still watching me, she looks right into my eyes and then she looks down at my hand stroking my cock. Every now and then she stops looking and kisses Bruce. It's like she's juggling us. Anyway, all of a sudden Bruce tells me to come over there and stick my dick in Jane's mouth.

'Shit! I couldn't believe it. I thought I was hearing things, but...no...it's real. My brother's telling to me fuck his girlfriend in the mouth. Now, Cindy...swear to God...I was a virgin. I'd made out with about two girls total before this, but I'd never seen a real, live, totally naked girl before Jane. And she wasn't exactly a girl; she was older than Bruce, probably 23 or so. Anyway, I just sat there for a second with my dick in my hand, not even jacking it anymore. Then I saw Jane, and she was REALLY looking at me, and she was licking her lips. She wanted me to do it, to fuck her mouth. So I did. I got up and went over there and slid my dick right in her mouth, and she REALLY knew what she was doing. Or more likely I was just blown away by the sensation...no pun intended. Anyway, Bruce really went nuts once he saw Jane with her mouth full while he was fucking her. We all went nuts. Jane started coming first. She was squealing and sucking me really hard, and that made me come, and when I starting shooting my load in Jane's mouth some of it spilled out and down her chin. Well, Bruce saw that and heard Jane squealing with her mouth full and everything, and it made him come. The whole thing was insane, and it was awesome...WAY too much fun!"

"Well, well, well," said Cindy, "I guess you aren't one of those boys who's led a sheltered life. I mean, I didn't think you were a virgin when I met you, but I had no idea you'd alreadly been to an orgy."

"Okay, smartass," Michael replied, "No need to get nasty about it. I didn't ask you twenty questions about your past love life."

"Bullshit," said Cindy with a bit of a sneer, "You love for me to jack you off and tell you about how I used to suck Nick McRae's cock. If I've told you that story once, I've told it to you a hundred times."

"A hundred is an exaggeration," said Michael, "but I like it enough to hear it a few more times and maybe we can get to a hundred. That should have been a big clue to you that I'm a degenerate. Anyway, I'm not done with my story."

"Oh, there's more?" Cindy's eyebrows were raised in genuine surprise. She'd had no idea there was a sequel.

"Oh, yeah," intoned Michael, "Bruce and Jane and I got together another time. This time it was Jane's idea. Now, it's the same week when my parents are gone to the family funeral thing, and Bruce has Jane stay the night. I went to bed figuring I'd jack off and think about how good Jane's mouth felt on my cock, but that's not what happened at all. I've only been in bed a few minutes, not even long enough to finish jacking off, when Bruce just opens the door and says to come with him. 'Why, what's wrong?' I ask him, and he says, 'Nothing's wrong you dildo. Jane wants us both to fuck her.' 'And you're okay with that?' I ask. Anyway, Bruce tells me he's not married to Jane and...even if he were...it's just sex, not some lifetime committment. and, all of sudden that makes sense to me...it's like sex is fun, games, feel-good playtime...love is the real thing. Who cares if you fuck someone? I mean, being there for the people you love and giving and receiving those deep emotions is a different thing than hugging, kissing, rubbing your naked bodies together, just playing and sharing physical pleasure. Right then and there I decided that there's some truth in 'the more the merrier.'

'Baby, that night was unbelievable. You know Bruce; he's got balls the size of a tractor-trailer rig. Anyway, he's not in his room; he's rolling around with a very naked Jane in my parents' bed! No kidding! My parent's bed! That turns out to be a good thing, because it was actually big enough for all three of us. Anyway, my brother and I did everything under the sun to that girl and she ate it up with a ladle. At one point Jane rolled right over on top of me and sat right down on my cock. Now that felt good, but what Bruce did tore the top of my skull right off. He crawled up right behind Jane and played with her ass for a while. Then he stuck his dick right in her ass. He fucked her up the ass while she was writhing back and forth, up and down with my dick in her pussy. I mean, the sensation! I could feel my brother's prick in her ass; I mean, there's just this little membrane separating the ass and the pussy. But what was really incredible was the noises Jane was making while all this was going on. I mean, she almost screamed! She howled and just went totally nuts. I've never seen a woman do that like she did. And here's the thing...the hottest thing in the world for me is to see you act like that. I want to see that. I want to watch you go nuts like she did. I want to watch you go crazy while you're fucking my buddy, Richie, and I want to be there and do things to you at the same time. God, I don't know if you're into this idea, but I'd love to make it happen! What do you think?" 

Cindy just smiled.

When all of this was transpiring, Richie Dean was still stuck at work. Finally, though, it was time to go home and he caught a ride with one of the guys with whom he worked.

Walking through the door of his small apartment, Richie could feel the aches of a long day of school followed by a long night at work. He was bone-tired. He was also very, very horny. That's what it is to be twenty years old, Richie thought to himself, you can work your ass off...you can be so exhausted that you don't even want anything to eat...you don't even have the energy to take a damn shower...but you have a hard-on like a slab of concrete and you WILL jack your meat.

As Richie lay naked in his bed he slowly pulled up and down on the shaft of his cock. It got harder, it swelled, it engorged with blood. His cock was long and it was thick. Richie was very proud of this part of his anatomy, although he didn't get to impress girls with it often enough. Richie's dick was at least eight inches long and it was very, very thick. The head was massive and, when aroused, deep purple...angry-looking. 

Richie's eyes shuttered closed, oh so lightly. His mind conjured up the clear image of the luscious Cindy seated at her dining table. Richie slowly scanned her lush, shiny, shoulder-length, light brown hair. He envisaged her pretty face with its soft, round lines and big, smoldering eyes that had noticed his hardening cock within his pants. He focused, too, on her generous, pouty mouth...the mouth he loved to imagine eating the swollen cock filling his hand. Richie once again saw the outline of Cindy's nipples poking against the T-shirt material and allowed his eyes to trail down to take in the tiny shorts made of flimsy jersey material. He loved remembering her bare, plump thighs and legs...even her bare feet curled back behind the legs of her chair.

In his fantasy, he remembered that he had actually revealed his lust for Cindy, if only via his eyes. It was the way he had looked at her, and she had definitely noticed. As Richie's fantasy moved beyond just drooling over Cindy as he had actually seen her, he imagined her rising and disrobing for him...right there by the table. His imagination now came into true play, as Cindy had never been as exposed to him as on that day. He pictured wide, rounded thighs...a soft little belly and a thatch of dark pubic hair. Richie conjured up an image of pink, perfect nipples topping soft, full, rounded breasts.

Just as Richie imagined his own, naked body pressed against Cindy's, he felt the orgasm rising from within his scrotum. In his fantasy, Richie's dick barely pierced Cindy's wet pussy when he yielded completely to the desire to furiously stroke his painfully swollen, thick cock. Gobs, jets, long, thick streams of semen sprayed the air, the covers, his hand and belly, his thighs and...of course...oozed all down the length of his cock. 

Richie sighed long and loud, and then he slept as if he were dead.

Michael and Cindy met Richie at a quiet, little steakhouse. They arrived before he did and ordered drinks and appetizers. They were both nervous, but Cindy was nearly petrified. She had never done something like this, and was absolutely terrified that she would make a fool of herself. She was sure she would do this clumsily. In fact, she really had no idea how to seduce someone. She and Michael had been boyfriend and girlfriend, teenaged kids who held hands at the movies and then fumbled through bad sex in the back seat of a car. Well, of course, it turns out Michael had a little more experience than he had let on, but still...Cindy's nerves were even making her thoughts babble.

Michael and Cindy had arrived early, and now Richie was a little late. That was a good thing. Cindy sucked down her drink and quickly ordered another. As she sipped her second, she began to feel warm and a little more relaxed. The nerves were yielding to her memories of the way in which Richie had stared at her the other day. His eyes glimmered with something that seemed an awful lot like lust. They had poured right over her body with an almost unmistakable desire to see more than was immediately visible, and then there was that big, fat hard-on. No, getting Richie Dean interested in sex with her would not be a terribly difficult chore, and the prospect of making it happen was making Cindy tingle. She sipped a little more of her drink.

Michael, for his part, was nervous, too. It had been something like six years ago that he'd had those wild experiences with his brother and Jane. Although he had fantasized endlessly about a similar experience with Cindy, he was mature enough to realize that those were only fantasies. What was about to happen was reality and he, Michael, was not in total control. What was going to happen would happen; what was not going to happen would not. Scary stuff, this was. Michael slurped some more of his drink. As the warmth of the alcohol seeped into his veins he began to relax and embrace the notion that "going with the flow" was the simplest solution to the problem of not being in total control. He would just "let it go."

Michael and Cindy were seated next to each other on one side of a booth. They had purposely selected a very quiet, very secluded corner of the restaurant. It was not a busy time of the day for diners, and so they were out of earshot of other patrons. The dim lighting and secluded nature of their little corner booth also shielded them from the view of both diner and wait staff. When Richie walked through the door he really could not find them. They had chosen well. A waitress finally directed Richie to his friends.

Richie was more than a little nervous. He was also a little confused as to why his friends had invited him to dine with them. It's not like they had never done so, but he couldn't remember the last time they'd had a meal out together. Michael, Cindy and he were all on tight budgets. There wasn't a lot of money for eating out, and the few times they had enjoyed meals together it had mostly been at Michael & Cindy's apartment for hamburgers, spaghetti or some other dish that was simple and inexpensive. Richie was excited, though, to be joining them as it was another opportunity to see Cindy. He had fantasized about her repeatedly since the other day when he had stopped by their apartment with Michael on the way to work. The excitement sparred with guilt in the recesses of Richie's mind. What the hell, Richie thought, it's not as though he was planning to make a move on his friend's wife. His fantasies were nothing more than little dramas in his head designed to satisfy his seemingly endless need for sexual release. If he were to ever find another girlfriend, he would toss aside the "Cindy" fantasies.

As the waitress led him to his friends' table, Richie saw the warm grin on Michael's face and also noticed the shy smile on Cindy's face. Richie returned the greetings and took his seat opposite Michael and Cindy. He took note of what Cindy was wearing, and was pleased. She was wearing a halter, not terribly revealing, but definitely showing some skin. Richie figured Cindy might even be a bit chilled in the cool atmosphere of the restaurant. She had on a pair of jeans, not too tight and not too loose from what he could see, and a pair of sandals. She was wearing a flattering amount of make-up and, as always, one couldn't miss those deliciously sexy eyes and her equally sexy mouth. Her shoulder-length hair was perfect and, Richie knew, would be glossy were it not for the darkness of the location. He turned his attention to Michael as soon as he realized that he had been staring at the man's wife.

"Hey," said Richie, "Thanks for inviting me to lunch. What's the occasion?"

"No special occasion," Michael replied, "We just wanted to spend some time with a friend."

"Well, whatever," Richie said, "Eating here sure beats the hell out of sucking down Campbell's soup at home, so thanks again."

"You're welcome," said Michael with a smile, "What would you like to drink?" Their waitress was approaching the table.

"A beer, I guess," Richie answered.

"How about you, honey?" Michael asked his wife, who appeared to have gone through her second screwdriver.

"Yeah, I think I could use another one."

Richie took note of Cindy's face now that he was seated directly across from her. It was definitely a little flushed, "Whoa, Cindy," he remarked, "Are we taking this opportunity to get a little drunk?"

She smiled at Richie's teasing and looked him right in the eye, "I'm just feeling kind of good. You know, kind of warm." She held the eye contact. Richie reciprocated for a few beats, and then looked again at Michael, who had ordered the beer and another screwdriver for Cindy, but passed on another drink for himself.

Michael then spoke to Richie, "So, how's the fishing going? I mean, for a new girlfriend?"

Richie looked down at the table and shook his head, "Man, don't even ask. It sucks."

Michael turned his attention to Cindy, "Poor Richie is suffering greatly. Backed up in the most heinous way."

"Don't even go there, man," said Richie, still staring at the table.

Michael laughed, "Richie's right hand is his best friend these days."

Cindy giggled, and Richie's face turned bright red, "Damn it, Michael! Don't embarrass me!"

The drinks arrived and Richie grabbed his beer. He took a big swallow and looked around the restaurant. He was truly embarrassed that Michael had said that in front of Cindy, especially considering that she was the subject of his every sexual fantasy these days.

The waitress asked for their orders and there was a brief respite for Richie as the three attended to that bit of business.




Menage



"Hey, could you show me how to Bate Stamp low on the page like you did it last time?"

I shoved the file home, then stood from my bent position. I kicked the cabinet door closed and turned to my co-worker. 

I was surprised to see she had been looking at my ass. More surprising, she took her time raising her eyes to meet mine, lingering on my chest on the way up. 

Today, she was wearing a low-cut dress with tiny purple flowers that came to her knee, with black wedges that made her at least 4 inches taller. Her dark curly hair framed her face and trailed down to the small of her back. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as usual, the corners of her lips turned up into a smirk.

She raised a brow, and the smirk turned into a full-fledged grin. "Please?" She begged teasingly, her voice an octave lower and definitely suggestive.

I was thrown, but I admitted to myself that it was thrilling.

"Sure." I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. I walked the few steps to her computer and leaned forward, grabbed the mouse, clicking on the appropriate options. I walked her through the process then glanced over to see that she got it.

Only, instead of looking at the computer screen, she was looking at me. I was startled to see how close we were, our faces only inches apart. I could smell her shampoo- a sweet, flowery scent. I inhaled, taking it in and blurted, "You smell good."

She smiled wider at me and whispered, "You do too."

I wasn't sure if she was messing with me or not, but if her body language and look on her face were any indication, she was flirting with me. I knew she had been with women before, but never thought she was into me that way.

I know I had never been attracted to a woman before. It was very unsettling. 

"Thanks?" It came out a question, for lack of a snappy comeback. My mind had totally blanked.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, we both leaned in and our lips met. Soft and hesitant at first, the kiss quickly became more. She ran her tongue across my lips and I opened for her, my own tongue learning the taste and feel of her. Unconsciously, I brought a hand up- computer, mouse, and even work forgotten- and spread my fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her neck.

I'm not sure who broke the kiss first, or which one of us was more shocked. We both jumped back, coming to our senses.

We were at work for fuck sake! Anyone could have rounded the corner at any time and seen us.

Horrified, I started back peddling to the door. "I'm sorry, I-"

At the same time, she said, "Wow. That was-"

Our eyes met again and this time the truth shone through. We had both liked it.

"Yeah." I breathed out, almost afraid to say it out loud.

"Yeah." She agreed.

At the sound of footsteps in the hall, I turned and fled, sure my face was as red as my shirt. I sat down heavily in my chair, trying to slow my racing heart and rapid breathing, two thoughts running through my head.

What have I done? And, how the fuck was I going to tell my husband I had kissed a girl?

I chickened out. How could I explain my lust for someone else? Sure, we both point out a beautiful person when we see one- male or female- but I wasn't sure if what I had done would make him feel betrayed. 

When my co-worker told me she was having a party, inviting my husband and I, I almost declined. But we talked it over and decided a night out away from the kids was in order.

I was nervous about seeing Morgan outside of the office, even though we had gone out numerous times before and had always had a lot of fun. While our relationship at work had gone back to normal, and we never brought up the kiss, I couldn't help but remember how soft her lips were and how good she smelled, and wondering how her tits would feel in my hands, in my mouth...

On the drive over, my nerves got the best of me.

"I kissed Morgan at work last week." I announced, watching carefully for my husband's reaction.

"Oh, yeah?" He said, shooting me an unreadable glance with raised brows.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I wasn't trying to keep it from you on purpose, I just-" I took a deep breath. "It took me by surprise and I didn't want to upset you."

"Mmmmm." Was all he said.

"Are you mad?"

He looked at me, a smile on his lips. "Only that I wasn't there to see it."

Of anything he could have said, that was what I least expected.

"Seriously? You don't feel like...like I cheated?"

"Did you go in there planning on kissing her?"

"No."

"Have you kissed her sense?"

"No."

"Okay then."

We rode in silence for a while, my mind going a mile a minute. Was he honestly okay with me kissing Morgan? Being honest with myself, I don't think I would take it as well if he were the one kissing someone else.

"Just promise me one thing."

"Anything!"

"Next time it happens- if it does- make sure I'm there, up front and center."

"Um, okay." I wasn't sure how I felt about that, either. Sure, I was relieved that he wasn't mad, but, I wasn't sure I wanted to open that avenue in our relationship. Things tend to get messy when another person gets involved. I was having a hard enough time with the fact that I was attracted to a female. Now, my husband was encouraging it?

The party was fun- a collection of people from all walks of life. Morgan was her usual charming self, making sure everyone was happy and having a good time. Around midnight, I looked around and didn't envy her the clean-up tomorrow. So, I did what any good friend would do and started picking up empty cans, bottles and plastic cups, then moved on to dishes.

My husband was outside, talking to the group of guys that had been out there almost all night.

"Thanks for helping me clean up." Morgan said from behind me.

I smiled, turning toward her voice. "No problem. Parties are fun, but the morning clean-up is always a bitch!"

We laughed and she came close, leaning around me to set a bowl on the counter. I could feel her tits as they pushed against my back, her erect nipples clearly felt through my thin shirt. Luckily, she moved away before I embarrassed myself by telling her I wanted to kiss her again. Or that I wanted her bare tits on my skin. Or that I wondered how her pussy tastes...I shook off my private musings, chastising myself for having the wanton thoughts. 

Just then the group came in from outside. When they saw we were cleaning, all but my husband took that as a hint and headed out. Soon, the house was clean and empty accept for us. We gathered our things, ready to go ourselves.

"I was hoping you guys would like to stay and join me in the hot tub." 

My husband and I looked at each other, as if daring the other one to agree.

"We don't have any suits-"

"That's okay. You can borrow one of mine if you want, and Nick can go in his underwear. Or, you can go in like I always do. In the buff."

Before we could confirm or deny she left us there, returning in seconds with an arm load of towels. Setting them on the back of the couch, she proceeded to undress, slipping out of her skirt and loosening her halter top. 

Nick and I watched, a little scandalized. A pang of jealousy hit me then, and not because of the obvious bulge in my husband's pants. No, I was jealous of how free Morgan was with her sexuality, thinking nothing of stripping naked in front of us.

She grabbed her towel, saying over her shoulder, "Meet you out there."

After a meaning filled glance, my husband and I undressed. We each grabbed a towel, wrapping it around ourselves, then went outside. Morgan was already in the hot tub, her head leaning back, arms stretched out behind her, hooking the outer rim. She looked beautiful framed by the lights reflecting off the bubbly water. We looked at each other one last time, question clear on both of our faces. Is this something we really wanted to do?

As one, we both grinned like the Cheshire cat and dropped our towels, quickly climbing in. We sat in the opposite corner as Morgan did, sinking into the warm, relaxing water. 

Morgan started the conversation with small talk, asking about the kids, talking about the weather, and work. As she talked, she slowly moved towards us, until she floated between our knees. She put a hand on each of our thighs and I saw my husband start. I snickered, appreciating his discomfort. I was a victim myself of Morgan's attractiveness and thought it only fair that he suffer the same fate.

She leaned towards me, stopping just shy of our noses touching. Her head turned slightly and she looked at Nick, as if waiting for permission. 

The next thing I knew her lips were on mine. I was startled but quickly sank into the kiss. The act of kissing Morgan with my husband not only watching, but sitting right next to me was a total turn on. She leaned closer, her tits brushing against mine, hidden beneath the rolling water. We kissed deeply, completely caught up in the moment. 

I felt my husband's hand on my inner thigh, and slowly work his way up to my pussy. I moaned into Morgan's mouth when he touched my clit. Then I felt hands on my tits- soft, small hands feeling me up. I moaned again and let my own hands roam. Up her thigh, to her stomach, then cupping her tits. 

My husband was playing with my clit, circling and teasing. He sunk in a finger, then withdrew. I pumped my hips, asking for more.

Morgan broke our kiss, and looked at me seriously. "Do you want to take this inside?" She looked at Nick too, including him in the invitation.

I looked at him, desperate to see the same need in him that I was sure was clear in my expression.

He squeezed my thigh as I tried my hardest to read the thoughts racing through his head. Desire, then question was all I could decipher. I could only nod, my own thoughts muddled. Was he actually considering it? Could I actually go through with it? How would this effect Morgan and my work relationship? 

"Whatever you decide is okay with me." Morgan said, making my thoughts scatter. "Although" She whispered, "I would be disappointed if you went home right now." She gave me a quick kiss then retreated from the water.

Nick and I watched her walk away, totally confident in her nakedness. Water dripped from her hair down her perfect ass, running down her legs to pool at her feet. She picked up her towel, wrapped it around her torso, wrung her hair dry, then slowly walked toward the sliding glass door, then through it.

We stared at the door for a moment, the looked at each other. It was a moment of truth. Were we ready to take the next step?

My husband held out a hand, palm up. "I know this is something you have always wanted to do. I'm game if you are."

"No regrets?" I had to ask.

"No regrets." He assured me. And I believed him.

I approached Morgan hesitantly, shooting a glance behind me at my husband, to see what he really felt about what was about to happen.

I am not sure what I expected, but the look on his face almost brought me to my knees. Desire had tightened his features, making his blue eyes burn with intensity. He sat across the room, with only a towel loosely covering his hips, his erection obvious. He gave me a slight nod, maybe for encouragement, or maybe to let me know he was watching. Whatever the reason, it made my stomach clench in nervousness and excitement, but my desire outweighed my fear.

I turned back to Morgan, stopping so close I could feel her breath on my face. I just looked at her for a moment, as I had so many times before, but this time I let myself reach out to touch her. My finger traced her full lips, trailing down her neck to her tits. I could see her erect nipples through the towel, and mine tightened in response. The tip of my finger brushed lightly across her nipple, and she sucked in a breath.

Encouraged, I palmed her tits with both hands, feeling the weight and shape of the unfamiliar, running my thumbs across her nipples. She groaned, letting her head fall back, exposing the line of her neck and shoving her tits harder into my hands. My pussy was already wet and my clit swollen, pulsing in time with my heartbeat.

I leaned in, licking her neck, nipping at her pounding pulse. Her head came up, eyes glazed, and I swooped in, ravishing her mouth. Somehow, both of our towels came off and we were pressed together. In the back of my mind, it registered how different it felt to be in such a position with someone as soft and curvy as I was. My body, though, didn't care about the difference. 

I wanted to fuck her.

I broke the kiss, then focused on her full, big tits, and finally...and finally took a nipple into my mouth. I sucked, licked and nipped until they were swollen as my hands wandered, feeling her ass, her hips, her flat stomach.

Her arms came around me, caressing my back up to my shoulders then clutching hands full of hair, holding me there. Encouraged, I went lower, getting my first touch of her pussy. She was completely hairless and perfectly smooth, making my mouth water to actually taste it...

She released her grip on my hair and grabbed my hands, pulling me a little until the back of her knees hit the couch. She sat, breaking our contact, but only for a moment. She leaned forward, and her tongue flicked out, grazing my clit with the lightest of touches. I gasped, feeling it all the way from my nipples to my toes. My knees buckled then, suddenly unable to hold me up any longer, and I sank to the floor in front of her. She smiled at me and leaned back, spreading her thighs to give me my first full view 

I could see her pussy was perfect, her hood swollen and glistening, her lips a slightly darker shade than her opening. I leaned down and flicked my tongue out, teasing her clit, then followed the slit until my tongue sank into her pussy. She groaned, widening her legs even more.

I groaned myself, getting my first taste of another woman. In all my fantasies, imaginings, and reading, I could never quite imagine the taste, the smell, the act of fucking another woman with my mouth. I found myself completely in the moment, with no hesitation, fear, or doubts to lessen the experience.

I licked up and sucked softly as I found her clit, making her arch her back off the couch. "Please?" She whispered. I wasn't sure just what she was asking, but I knew she wasn't asking me to stop. I used a finger to feel her pussy lips, then inserted one into her opening. She was so wet it slid in easily, so I added a second. She laughed, a sound of pleasurable abandon, and pumped her hips, encouraging me to continue. I took my time, learning what she liked, what made her twitch or pull away slightly. While I alternated between licking and sucking, using my fingers to press on her g spot, and pumping my fingers, Morgan was making small sounds in the back of her throat, and her body had started to tighten up.

So lost in the pussy in front of me I was startled when I felt a rough hand on my ass, the other reaching around to work my nipples.

"Oh god," my husband whispered in my ear. "You have no idea how beautiful you look right now. Or how close I am to fucking you- ready or not."

I wiggled my ass and spread my legs, inviting him to feel just how ready I was. 

His fingers sank into my pussy from behind and we both groaned in appreciation. As he finger fucked me I renewed my efforts, sucking and finger fucking Morgan until she was panting. I was more than ready when I felt his cock rub my ass cheeks, then slip between my legs. I lifted my hips and arched my back, and his cock slid in to the hilt, his balls slapping my clit. Just the small touch was erotic, teasing my swollen and aching hood. He grabbed hold of my hips and started fucking me, hard.

Morgan came just then, her vaginal walls squeezing my fingers, pulsing in time with the cock that was sliding in and out of my own pussy. I looked up at her, and she was watching us, playing with her tits, breathing hard. With a small smile she moved to the side, motioning for Nick to sit on the couch. He did, not breaking our contact, until he was sitting and I was on top of him, my back to his front. I watched as his cock slid in and out of me, his hands gripping my hips. 

Morgan sat up, her face flush, her eyes heavy with desire. She moved to the floor in front of us, watching too. I held my breath as she cupped my tits, then pinched and rolled my nipples between her fingers. I moaned as her head came forward and she sucked a nipple into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue. She nipped and licked, bringing me ever closer to an orgasm.

I bit back a scream at her first touch of my pussy, already stretched and full from fucking. Her fingers traced my pussy lips, feeling the way Nick's cock pounded in and out, coming to a stop at my clit. Her fingers pinched my clit as she bit lightly around my nipple, taking me even closer.

Her lips released my tit and she licked her way down my stomach, then licked my pussy lips and his cock as he pumped. I heard him growl as his hands moved from my hips to her head, holding her there. I saw her hand grasp his balls and tug lightly. His rhythm changed, becoming frantic, his hips raised off the couch.

I really did scream as her lips closed over my clit, sucking sharply. I hovered on the precipice as she sucked, almost on sensation overload. Nick released his hold on Morgan, only to grab both of my tits in his hands, pinching my nipples to the point of pain, tugging on them in time with his penetration.

In seconds we both explode, Morgan's hands and lips taking us over the edge.

I thought it would be awkward when Nick and I got dressed and prepared to leave. Instead, Morgan, covered in a short silky robe, walked us to the door. She kissed my husband, then me, a little longer and more passionately and said, "Drive safely, my friends. I had a wonderful evening. I hope you did too."

I smiled at her, and opened my arms for a hug, which she quickly stepped into. "I hope we can do this again sometime, soon." She whispered in my ear, making me grin wider. 

"Somehow, I don' t think that will be a problem..."



Menage a Dom



Whap! The thin sapling came down on the young woman's bare ass, breaking the skin and letting little bits of bark fly. My Master stood over her, regal and relishing his control of the situation. Bigger-than-life, for sure.

I wiggled my fingers in her cunt, and noticed that there was a pattern. With each stroke of the sapling, her pussy swelled a little more and gushed into my hand. She moaned and I considered the pattern of bright welts forming on her ass.

"I think she likes that," I told him, "Let's flip her over and see how her tits handle abuse."

"Turn over," he told the girl, who was panting and moaning with her face in a pillow.

WHAP!

"Turn OVER," he said, punctuating the command with a harder stroke. 

She squealed and I helped her to roll over. She was more than a little out of it, having disappeared to wherever we go when we are dominated, and having had a little too much scotch.

Once the dazed girl was on her back, I marveled at her perfectly-shaped tits. 

"May I suck her breasts, please?" I asked my Master. "If I'm rough?" 

"Be gentle," he said, "I'll be rough."

~~~~~~~~~

We'd met Liz the week before, at a wild dance party. Sometimes, our friends are nice enough to bring cute, kinky girls to us, and we're grateful for the connections. She'd turned out to have much in common with us in how she thought of relationships and sexuality, and she was just cool. 

Liz was a teacher at a local highschool, and she specialized in teaching "at-risk" kids. She told us that it was probably because she had to be so responsible in her job that she yearned to relinquish responsibility at other times. To be taken to task for minor infractions, and to give control of her body to another. 

I liked her absurd sense of humor and her ability to give gentle direction in conversations. I also liked her breasts. Very much. 

~~~~~~~~~~

I complied with my Master's direction, licking her nipple gently and pulling it into my mouth, swirling my tongue underneath it and sucking it. My Master grasped her other breast, squeezing it hard and massaging deep. 

He used the stiff tip of the cut sapling to poke her nipple in, and twisted hard as she gasped. As I suckled, he pushed her breast up to meet his mouth and attacked the nipple with his mouth and teeth. 

I knew from experience that even though he looked sensual and sweet, his back teeth were nipping at the tip of her nipple, biting and releasing it at an unpredictable pace. Liz screamed as he bit hard, and caught her breath as he sucked, then screamed again. My fingers, still in her pussy, told me that she was responding to the attention, her lips engorged and wet and succulent, and my Master's hand joined mine.

"Shall you lick her pussy, or shall I?" he asked me. 

I lifted my head from Liz's perky breast and wiggled down until my face was near her dripping sex. 

"Me," I said and he gave me a warning look to let me know I wasn't the focus of his sadism *yet*. He hates bad grammar and I was a little worried he'd slap me and make me say it properly. 

He let me slide, and I buried my face in the slick pink folds of her pussy. I love giving oral sex, and Liz had a beautiful slippery pussy for me to worship with my mouth and face. 

I licked her clit and sucked it into my mouth as she continued to writhe and scream from the nips on her nipples. I rolled my tongue around it, savoring the smell of arousal and the juiciness of her pussy. I then moved my tongue into her, using my face to rub her clit, and licked up, with the flat of my tongue, my lips sucking a little on whatever they could hold. 

Liz ground into my mouth, and I looked up to see my Master kissing her with his hand entwined in her hair. I licked and sucked and could tell that I would come with her when she did—lucky me.

Master reached a hand down and pulled my hair, too, as he kissed her. Then he bent her head sideways and bit her neck, hard, and she tensed all over, breathing shallowly as he bit.

I stroked his cock as he satiated himself on her neck, and gazed into his glazed eyes when he finished. 

He wanted to be inside of her, and I knew it. I fumbled for a condom and handed it to him, then went back to licking Liz while he put it on. I moved out of the way, and up to her face, where I could kiss her and pinch her nipples while he fucked her. 

She stayed on her back, too dazed to move, and he spread her legs and stared at her swollen pussy for a minute, stroking his cock to prolong the moment. We looked at him, pleading him to fuck her, and he plunged into her, deeply, and began to thrust hard. 

Liz arched her back against his thrusts as I held her. She looked at me, begging for a kiss, some tenderness to match my Master's roughness. I leaned my head down and kissed her, gently, sweetly, on her mouth, and then on her ear, then her neck. 

I slid down and parted my legs so I could feel their fucking better, and continued kissing her neck, her chest, her breast, and her nipple. I held her as she came, hard, and felt my own orgasm riding hers, less intense, but still an orgasm. She groaned and begged and screamed as she came, and my Master kept fucking her until she was limp. 

"On your knees," he said to me as he pulled out of Liz's still-quivering pussy and removed the condom, "I want you on all fours with your face in Liz's crotch." 

I complied, putting my ass up in the air and my face near Liz's pussy. The first thrust took me by surprise. He was very hard and his cock was alive inside of me. Liz was looking at us, tired but intrigued. I don't think she'd ever seen fucking at such close range before. He slammed his cock into me, a little much after my orgasm. He grabbed my hips and pulled me hard against him, and I groaned. 

After a minute, or maybe a decade, Liz recovered and grabbed my hair. She picked my head up and placed my face back onto her pussy, then leaned back to watch the show. 

I licked and sucked her as I had before, feeling my Master's cum rising inside of him and Liz's excitement growing again. She was sensitive from her earlier orgasm and came first, bucking against my face and moaning. My master grabbed my hips hard and spurted into me as her orgasm subsided, and I came, again, as his cock twitched inside of me. 

We all stayed for a moment, moving gently in our positions, then collapsed onto a heap on the bed.

"Un. Fucking. Believable," Liz said. And my Master and I concurred.



Menage-a-Mois



They met in the lounge in his hotel in Tampa. "Paul" was in the back, wearing the blue blazer with the red carnation in the lapel he told her to look for. They had met online several weeks before.

She came in wearing her tight silk shift and high heels, walked up to his table, and introduced herself. By this time, they had talked on the phone, so he recognized her voice. Nice voice. Nice legs, too, under the thin silk. She was that middle shade, either a light brunette or dark blond, about five feet four, shapely, with 36C breasts. Very pretty.

He was standing, of course, having stood up when she came to the table. He invited her to sit, and asked if she would like something to drink. She sat down beside him, and, remembering that her husband was in the bar watching, she slid over in the booth closer to him.

He ordered her a cold white wine. She noticed that he had a whiskey on the rocks that he had been nursing. She took a closer look at him, and saw that, just as he had told her, he was a nice looking 46 year-old white man, with a full head of medium length brown hair and green eyes. She could tell when he was standing that he was about six feet tall. His shoulders almost looked too broad for his size 44 jacket.

She saw he was wearing a watch and no other jewelry. His nails were clean, cut short, and he smelled faintly of Royal Copenhagen cologne. He hadn't been drinking much; he said he didn't, and besides, he wanted his head clear for what was to come.

They made small talk--the weather, vacations, etc. She noticed that his hand had found her leg and was gently rubbing her thigh through her dress.

It felt nice, and she began to wonder what it would feel like to have him lying over her, kissing her, with his hard, seven inch cock in her fully.

Her wine had arrived, and she took her mind off this pleasant subject while she took a sip. She looked up to catch her husband's eyes watching them.

He was intrigued, half-smiling, and she could tell he was aroused. She saw him touch himself under his table.

Paul's hand had played higher, almost to her crotch, but not quite. She felt herself growing wet with thoughts of what would come. Will he eat me?

And, is he as good at it as he says? Will my husband really join in, sucking my breasts with him. What will it feel like to have two mouths on my breasts at once? Or, one mouth on a breast, and another mouth expertly licking my clit?

He leaned forward slowly. Their faces closed the gap, their eyes just closed. Their lips met...gently...barely. Slowly she felt his tongue playing on her lips and opened them to invite him in. Their tongues met softly, and his hand moved up to brush her mound under the table.

Reluctantly, they broke the kiss. They were breathing harder now, and not all of it was from controlling their breath. Her hand had found the hard bulge in his wool-blend trousers, and was squeezing it rhythmically.

They finished the drinks, paid the tab, and headed up to his room. Paul saw another man, her husband he knew, get up simultaneously and meet them in the elevator. Since they were alone in the elevator, Paul pulled her to him and kissed her again. He looked up and took her husband's arm, pulling him up behind her, sandwiching her between them.

She felt two hard cocks at once, as they ground them into her. Her knees weakened, but the men held her up.

Soon, an eternity later, they arrived on his floor, and departed the elevator car for his room. He unlocked the door, and she saw that he had prepared the bed, stripping it down to the sheet. Soft music was playing, and almost instantly he had candles lit.

Paul pulled her to him, and they kissed again. He asked her husband to sit down, while he slowly stripped her. Standing, he began to remove her clothes, and as he did, he laved with his tongue each area revealed. She only wore the shift, a thin, tiny bra and a pair of thongs. Soon, she was naked and smoldering with lust.

After taking off his own clothes, he lay down on the bed and pulled her down to him. She joined him on the bed, and looked up to see her now-naked husband stroking his cock.

Lying beside her, he caressed her breasts with his right hand. His mouth slowly descended on hers and their lips met. She felt the weight of his hard cock lying on her thigh, as his fingers rolled, pinched and pulled her nipples gently.

His tongue probed her mouth and met hers, twining with it. His hand had moved down the soft contours of her hips and belly to her mound. He rubbed it softly with the palm of his hand, and could already feel her wetness cover her pouting lips. She stirred with the touch of his hand on her clitoris, her hips rising involuntarily.

His mouth was on her neck now; his hand trailed down her thighs, stroking her, kneading her flesh. He look up and motioned for her husband to join them on the bed. Paul's mouth moved down to her breasts as her husband covered her mouth in a familiar kiss. Soon, however, he moved down, too, and together the men licked and sucked both her breasts at once. Their hands played on her body, stroking her legs, arms, belly and, of course her pussy, which, by this time was flooded.

One of them, she didn't know or care which, was gently rubbing her clitoris. The other had inserted two fingers into her vagina and was slowly, deliciously stroking her, searching for and finding her G-spot. She was rapidly approaching an orgasm.

The sensations washed over her, like the swirl of air from a lazy ceiling fan on a hot day. Her hips rose and fell with the ministrations of their hands. Soon, her legs tensed, her back arched slightly and she clamped down on their hands as she shuddered, grunted and moaned with her first orgasm of many.

As she began to come down from the peak, Paul turned her to face her him.

Both men's cocks were like rocks now, and they needed to come soon. She stroked her new lover's cock, thankful that she had a man as understanding and adventurous as her husband. She moved down to take Paul into her warm, wet mouth.

Her husband, meanwhile, was stroking the cheeks of her ass, rubbing them and the backs of her thighs softly. He wanted to make love to her, too, but the first time he came tonight, he wanted to be in her mouth, so I contented himself with playing with her ass, watching their new playmate receive his pleasure.

Ahh, what a glorious feeling it is to first kiss someone, first enter them, or first have your cock in their mouth! Paul was enjoying all three with her tonight. Her head moved up and down rhythmically on his cock. She gently sucked him, remembering that he had told her that being uncircumcised meant he was extra-sensitive and that sucking too hard was uncomfortable.

His cock smelled and tasted so clean, with a hint of his cologne in his pubic hair. Their hands explored her while she sucked him. She retracted his foreskin and licked the shaft and head, tonguing the meatus, or opening of his cock. Slowly, she pulled him into her mouth again, deeper and deeper, until incredibly, he was in her to his pubic hair. He could feel the movement of her throat as she swallowed rhythmically, deep-throating him. She pulled back and sucked him slowly, and after a lifetime, after an instant, she felt him spurt in her mouth, his legs rock hard as he pushed up gently and held her head in place.

Now, finally, her husband's aching cock would have some relief. It didn't take long; he was to hot from the night's excitement. Soon he thrust his cock deeper in her mouth, groaning, and his come joined Paul's in her mouth.

Spent, they lay there and basked in the moment. Too relaxed for nervous laughter, they chuckled at themselves, at the pleasure they'd just enjoyed.

Paul poured them each a glass of ice-cold white wine.

By the time they finished it, Paul was hard again. He kissed her mouth, tasting deeply its wine/come flavor. She felt her husband's hand on her breast, rubbing and pinching the nipple. Paul moved down to lick and suckle the other nipple. Her husband joined him by sucking the one he had been squeezing and rolling.

She reached down to hold their heads in place and run her hands through their hair. Their hands were on her thighs and belly, brushing her clit now and then.

Paul began to paint a path to her shaven mound with his tongue as her lover continued to suck her breasts, now alternating between them. Paul reached her nether lips and licked the length of them, parting them with his tongue. She jumped involuntarily when his tongue brushed her clit.

His tongue moved down, entered her vagina, and further back slid over her anus. Although her husband often ate her, she had never experienced this, and it was delicious. After a few moments of licking and rimming, Paul moved up to her clit again, and gently sucked it into his mouth.

The sensation was incredible, but nothing compared to when he began to gently strum her engorged clit with the tip of his tongue. He licked, or flicked, it side-to-side rapidly and gently. It was exquisite. So intense, but not quite painful. She felt him place fingers (two? three?) into her and begin to massage her G-spot as he licked her.

The sensation of his expert cunnilingus, coupled with her husband sucking her nipples, was too much, and she began to scream, arching her back and coming over and over. The men held her in place, not letting her escape the terrible, wonderful tongue until she had climaxed what seemed to be at least a dozen times.

Without giving her time to recover, Paul rose, flipped her over expertly, pulled up her hips, and entered her drenched pussy fully with one quick stroke. He rode her with powerful, short thrusts. As he did, her husband moved up to the head of the bed, and pulled her mouth down over his rock-hard cock.

Paul's hands were on her waist holding her as he stroked her, his thighs slapping hers. He reached forward for her breasts. He massaged them none-too gently, cupping them and tweaking the nipples, and slid one hand down her belly to find her clit, stroking it roughly. They did not come simultaneously. That's the stuff of novels and movies, but they came grandly. Her husband was first, then she, finally Paul.

He pulled her back, holding her against his thighs, grinding his cock into her as he came, triggering another climax for her. Spent for the moment, they collapse together on the bed, and began a friendship that would last a long, long time.

She lay there, between the two good looking men, and began to wonder, not for the first time, what it would be like to have one of them anally and one vaginally at the same time...



Menage a Quatre



Like David Copperfield, I want to start at the beginning, as "I was born ....". So you'll understand how I came to be the person that I, Sonia Barron, nee Sonia de Beaumanoir, am now. In the beginning, I was born on the beautiful island of St. Martin in the eastern Caribbean. My father's parents immigrated before WWII from France and my father was born there as well. 

My maternal grandmother was from an old but poor French colonial family. She became pregnant during the war, but refused to say who the father was. It was suspected in the village that she had had a love affair with an American serviceman, as their was a small military base on St. Martin at that time. Then she died in childbirth. My mother was raised in an orphanage run by the parish church. Both of my parents grew up in the small village of Grand Case on the northern coast of St. Martin, and fell in love as teenagers. When I was born in 1970, only my paternal grandmother was still alive, and she lived with us in a hillside villa above the town and beach.

Both of my parents were schoolteachers, and I was raised to speak very correct French, not like the Creole many other children spoke on the island. I also learned English from my father, who spoke it very well. When I was seventeen I earned a scholarship to the Sorbonne in Paris. During my first year there, my parents were killed in an auto accident. My grandmother told me not to come back, but to finish my studies. I acted the part of a "typical" student, meaning that I was at times a radical socialist, a communist, a marcher in street demonstrations, and all of the other roles that a rebellious adolescent can play. I had petites flirts, affairs, with other students, both men and women, and even one with a professor. However, through it all I managed to pursue my studies as well, and at the end of four years I had a good diplome in English and French literature.

Upon graduation, I hurried back home to my dear little island, where the sun shines year round and the trade winds blow cooling air from the East. Paris is a wonderful city, but too cold in the winter for those of us raised in the tropics. With my diplome, I had a vague idea of becoming a teacher like my parents. However, nature had blessed me with a good body and face and the blond hair of some Norman ancestors, and thus my grandmother was able to arrange a job for me in one of the exclusive fashion boutiques which are to be found in the capitol town of Marigot. 

The shop is owned by Madame René, an elegant woman of a certain age whom Grandmother had known since childhood. Madame René took me in hand such that I acquired the sheen of glamour required to associate with the rich tourists and yacht people who come to St. Martin in high season. There were two types of clients who came to the shop; the middle-aged, dyed-hair women from cruise ships and the rich "trophy wives" of the yacht set. I was generally assigned to wait on this latter group, many of whom were scarcely older than myself. The commissions I made on the expensive dresses and accessories we sold were enough for me to keep up my parents' hillside villa where I still lived with Grandmother. Madame René provided me with a small wardrobe of dresses similar to those she sold, and I often modeled our stock for these clients.

Since shoppers rarely came in before lunch, I needed to work from about eleven in the morning to seven at night. In the mornings I often rode my little motor scooter down to the nude beach on Oriental Bay to sun myself or swim in the surf. When lying naked there on a towel, I often dreamed of the prince who would come to find and love me. When no one was looking, I would stroke my nipples and pussy lips pretending that it was he who was making love to me. 

However, I did not have a steady lover. There were few really eligible men on the island, and Madame René had taken me aside once to say, "Sonia, my child. I don't want you to throw yourself away on some local shit with no prospects. With your face and body, you must find a rich man who will make you his mistress, or even marry you. Then you'll be provided for. Wait for your chance."

I must say that this was indeed practical advice, and I followed it in general. But I missed the carefree affairs of college days, and on occasion took occasional fucking weekends with some man or other who took my fancy. Occasionally old friends or former lovers from Paris would arrive on vacation, and I was happy to have trysts with them. 

My life changed forever when, one afternoon, a young woman, casually but expensively dressed, entered the shop. She was very beautiful, perhaps a year or two older than me and of the same height and weight, although I judged that her breasts were likely somewhat larger. She was accompanied by two men, one of whom remained outside on the sidewalk. The other was dressed in a type of uniform that is common to yacht crews, so I immediately assumed that she was from one of the big motor yachts that are continually moored in Marigot Bay. This latter gentleman settled into a chair near the back of the shop and appeared to take no further interest in us.

Madame René greeted her as a long-lost friend, invited her to sit down, and demanded that I bring a chilled bottle of Champagne and two flutes. After pouring their drinks, Madame René introduced the woman as Susan Barron and asked me to sit down with them.

"I want to see something new for the next few parties," she said in very fine French, "and all of my friends tell me that you have some of the best new dresses from Paris."

Madame asked me to pull out a number of our best, and most expensive, items from the racks to show to Madame Susan, who, from her accent, was an American with an expensive education in some finishing school or other. I held these up to myself to give her an idea of each one, and then was asked to model a number of them. All of these were backless evening or cocktail dresses and I wore nothing under them except panties. 

Madame Susan regarded me with such a direct, piercing gaze that I felt myself become flustered. As I paraded and twirled before the women, I could feel my nipples harden under the frank gaze of the American and I'm sure that they were visible through the silk and crepe fabrics of the dress. I had not had sex with a woman for some time and Madame Susan had such an effect on me that I could scarcely breathe. When I had removed the last of the dresses in the changing room, I could not restrain myself from slipping my hands into my panties where a few minutes of attention to my moist clit brought on a quick hard orgasm.

On regaining my composure and returning to the salon, I found that Madame Susan and her escorts had departed. 

Madame René told me, "Mademoiselle Susan will probably return in the next day or so to make her choices. I'm sure that you made a very strong impression on her and your modeling was very fine. She is one of the richest clients I have, and, if things work out, she can make our entire season by herself. Whatever she wants, be sure to please her in any way possible. Did you see the guy who stayed outside? That's her bodyguard. Her brother doesn't let her go anywhere alone in public, as he's afraid of kidnappers."

Indeed, Mademoiselle Susan did return the next day, and for several days in succession thereafter. This time, it was she who tried on all of the dresses herself, with me assisting her in the dressing room. In addition, she insisted that I also don the same dresses for her closer inspection, so that we were both practically naked before each other. She had magnificent breasts with pink nipples that hardened, like mine, in the well air-conditioned shop. She wore sheer lace panties so that the dark hair covering her slit was clearly visible. Often has she adjusted the drape of a gown on me, here breasts would brush my back or her hands would roam over my bosom.

Each day, she would depart without having purchased anything, trailing the two men behind her. On the fifth day of this, she appeared with another man, very well dressed in a suit and tie, whom she introduced as her brother, Monsieur Paul Barron. This Paul was in his early thirties, extremely handsome, and very fit looking. After a glass of champagne, Susan announced that Paul was here to take us to lunch, me included.

The four of us strolled to the Port Royale marina where we dined wharf side at one of the restaurants which line the end of the lagoon. I noticed that no one else was seated at any of the tables next to us, and although I didn't see him, I had the feeling that the bodyguard was not far away. The waiter brought us a magnificent bottle of Burgundy, better by far than I had ever drunk before. I'm sure it cost what I made in a month.

Susan and Paul were gracious to me. Paul, like Susan, spoke perfect French with a charming American accent. Whenever he turned in my direction, I had the feeling that he was looking not at me but into me, with a frank but piercing gaze. Having drunk two glasses of the wine, I felt both giddy and nervous under his regard, which nonetheless was not displeasing.

When they heard that I was a graduate of the Sorbonne, we chatted about places in Paris. Both of them knew the city well, and Susan related that she had studied art history at the Sorbonne for a year, during my time there.

"I don't recall every seeing you there," I said.

"Of course not," she laughed. "Art history students are always visiting museums and palaces, while real students are doing real work. I'll bet you demonstrated in the street and smoked pot and stopped shaving your legs. We art students never had fun like that, especially we from the U.S."

I had to laugh as I confessed that I had done exactly as she said.

After coffee, we walked back to the shop. Susan said that she would take seven or eight of the dresses that we had spent the week trying on. Her man would come to the shop the next afternoon, and would I please accompany him to help their tailor finish the fitting on board their ship.

Madame René assured them, "Mademoiselle Sonia is at your disposal. Au revoir."

Afterwards, when they had departed, she spoke to me seriously. "I'm not at all sure what's going on with these Barrons. If Monsieur Paul were to make you his mistress, you would be set up for life. But I think the sister likes you just as much. In any case, play along with their game, and I think it will fall to your advantage."

Early the following afternoon, the man in the yacht uniform arrived before the shop in a beautiful BMW sedan. I had the dresses packed in cases, which he placed in the trunk of the car. I sat in the back as he drove carefully the few hundred yards to the dock on Marigot Bay, where an enclosed yacht tender was waiting. We then motored out into the Bay. In a few moments, it was clear that we were heading towards an enormous "superyacht," which I estimated to be almost 100 meters long. The name "Rosupal" was painted on the bow. Coming alongside we mounted a gangplank to the deck, and I was escorted into a beautifully furnished salon. There Susan was waiting with a gentleman who was evidently her tailor. 

She greeted me with a kiss, and then we proceeded to hours of fitting. Once again, we were intermittently naked as Susan donned each dress, and the tailor made small adjustments which he marked with pins. Then I would put on the same dress so that she could see how it draped, and she and the tailor would discuss minor changes. He was a man of considerable control, or perhaps gay, as having two young, almost naked women around him for such a long period did in no way register either on his face or his actions.

Finally we were done about six in the evening. Then Susan announced, "We would like you to stay on the yacht for a small dinner party with my brother and someone else we would you to meet."

I protested weakly, "I'm not dressed for such a party. I'm sure I'm a mess."

Susan laughed. "We're the same size. I'll fit you out in some of my clothes. In the meantime, we've worked hard, so let's relax and get ready."

She led me into her bedroom, which occupied a huge space on the second deck. Her bathroom included not only a whirlpool, but a steam room and a sauna. She stripped naked and stepped into the swirling water of the whirlpool, from which she regarded me frankly. Well, I'd been nude on the beach, and practically naked all afternoon. I boldly followed suit, allowing her full view of my body as I settled into the warm water. I half expected her to make some amorous advance, but she merely moved to sit next to me as we mutely enjoyed the water's massage.

On exiting, she threw me a towel and we wrapped ourselves for a quarter hour's sweat in the sauna. Finally we took a soothing cold shower, but here again she had no regard for either my or her own nakedness, sighing with pleasure as the water rolled over her head and between her breasts.

Finding soft terry robes set out for us, she called in a woman who proved to be a hairdresser. The next hour we chatted about everything and nothing as we were shampooed, oiled, and coifed to perfection.

The time was approaching eight in the evening as we stood in front of Susan's closet, which contained an astonishing number of gowns and dresses. We wore only panties and smiles as she hummed and stroked her chin. Finally, she pulled out a black silk dress with a beaded bodice which she handed to me. Trying it on, I found the fit to be quite good. It had spaghetti straps and a plunging back, while the front descended moderately, allowing the tops of my breasts to show over the beading. 

The bust was a bit large and I said, "I hope I remember not to bend over too far, or I may fall out of this."

Susan laughed. "Don't worry. We're only four tonight, and no one will be disappointed if you do."

She herself selected an ivory silk knee-length dress with a lace top. "See! black and white, good and evil, yin and yang."

I found this remark a bit cryptic. In the meantime, Susan opened a large ornate box which proved to be a jewel case. "Hmmm. Let's see what will go with that dress."

After reflection, she selected me an elegant platinum and diamond Chopard watch which she fastened to my left wrist, a slender ruby and gold bracelet for my right wrist, and a large sapphire on a gold necklace which she draped around my neck. Finally, she took a pair of diamond drop earrings which she placed in my ears. 

Stepping back, she opined, "Yes, that's just the thing. How do you feel?"

"Like Cendrillon at the ball." I had never had much jewelry beyond my baptismal cross and a simple watch. Seeing myself in the mirror, I could hardly recognize little Sonia, the teachers' daughter.

Susan led me out onto the deck and up a stairway into the yacht's dining room, where Monsieur Paul and another gentleman were waiting, both dressed in tuxedos. The unknown man was introduced simply as Ron. Both men kissed us on the cheeks and complimented us on our appearance. Paul took my arm and led me to the table, held my chair, and then seated himself to my left. Ron did the same for Susan, such that she and I faced each other, as did the men. The meal was extraordinary, and the wine was even more so. In comparison, the Burgundy we had had at yesterday's lunch was as nothing. I had never imagined that food could be like this, and each of the others were especially charming to me. I felt indeed like Cendrillon. But when was the coach to turn into a pumpkin?

The meal came to an end, with my having consumed more wine than was perhaps wise. We walked onto the deck, where music was playing from some hidden speakers, and Paul asked me to dance with him. He was a graceful dancer, and I was happy to press myself into him as we glided slowly around the deck. At some point, I think that Susan and Ron must have disappeared, but I was lost in the moment. 

Eventually we arrived on a sofa with Paul and myself exchanging deep kisses while his hands roamed over the bodice of my dress. My nipples were hard as little cocks and I pushed his hands against them. With one hand, I managed to undo the belt and zipper of his trousers, where I set free his cock. It appeared to be of a useful size, and I leaned over to take it into my mouth and deep in my throat. His pubic hair smelled sweet like hay as I moved my mouth and tongue up and down the shaft and over the head. 

For his part, Paul had slipped the dress straps off of my shoulders allowing the bodice to fall, giving his hand free access to my breasts and nipples, which were hard and tender. His other hand raised the dress hem and slid the damp crotch of my panties to one side so that he could freely finger my slit and sensitive clitoris. This he did so skillfully that the combined touch of his fingers high and low brought me to a shuddering orgasm, drenching his hand with my juice.

After a few moments to catch my breath, I pushed him gently onto his back on the sofa, kicked off the drenched panties, and straddled him. Taking the shaft of his cock in one hand, I guided the head up and down my moist slit and over my clit, before sinking down on him so that he entered full length into my cunt. I held to his shoulders as I moved up and down on him, and he alternately held my hips or played with my breasts as I rode. Sensing that I was about to jouir again, I increased my pace, to which he followed suit. As I emitted a little scream, Paul suddenly held my hips while he started to thrust forcefully. As I felt him tighten, then make a final thrust, I came again while he spurted his semen into me. I collapsed onto his chest, while his cock softened and fell out of my cunt, followed by a small rivulet of his cum and my juice.

Paul picked me up and carried me into an adjoining room, where he laid me on a bed. I was asleep in seconds.

Sometime later, probably early morning, I awoke to feel Paul's hand moving over my stomach and down between my legs. As his fingers opened my lips and circled my clit, I became very wet once again. I opened my legs wide as he crawled between them and applied his lips to my clit and darted his tongue into the depths of my cunt. This was so wonderful that all I could do was stroke is hair and murmur, "Paul, Oh Paul."

He moved up to place his lips on mine while he guided his stiff cock into my depths. As I tasted myself on his mouth, he moved gently in and out with a steady sensual rhythm. I wrapped my legs tightly around his back, pulling him deeper into me, and then reached around to caress his balls and anus. This stimulated him to speed up his motion until once gain I felt him shoot into me. Since I had not quite cum myself, he raised himself off me and allowed his fingers to spread his cum over my clit, which soon resulted in my third orgasm of the night.

This time, I fell into a deeply satisfied sleep, which was terminated only when sunshine penetrated the cabin where I lay and I heard a voice speaking.

"It looks as if you and my brother made you own little party last night."

It was Susan, who was standing at the foot of the bed dressed in a thick terry robe and carrying another. I realized that I was lying on the bed with my legs spread wide, semen and cunt fluids dried on the inside of my thighs, and Susan's elegant dress lying as a rumpled mass of silk around my waist. 

I quickly shut my legs to her view and sat up, but I still had to exclaim tearfully, "Oh mon Dieu, I've ruined your gown."

Susan laughed. "I've got a few more where that came from. Let's see what the damage is."

She pushed me back down on my back and spread my legs to inspect my lips and cunt hair, still matted from the evening's lovemaking. 

"I think we can clean this up OK," she whispered, lowering her mouth to my pussy and parting the lips gently with her tongue.




Menage a Quatre



All I could think to do was lay back and keep my knees apart as she worked on me. While she did so, she reached up to caress my breasts and pinch the nipples, which sprang to attention under her touch. Inevitably the sensations were too much to resist, and I screamed in pleasure as I came once gain, showering her mouth with my fluids.

When I was a little more composed, I saw that the front of her robe was open, and that she had nothing on underneath.

"Let me pay you back," I said as I reached for her.

"You owe me one for later. In the meantime, it's late morning and I'm going for a swim. Put on this robe and come with me."

"Where is Monsieur Paul?" I asked.

"He's working, but we'll see him later. Not everyone can afford to sleep in so late."

I took off the jewelry I was still wearing. She led me down several decks to the yacht's swim platform, which was about three feet above the water. Dropping her robe, she dove naked into the bay and began to splash water at me. Although there were dozens of other yachts moored in the bay, she seemed unconcerned about being observed. So I also doffed my robe and dove in after her. We splashed around together like schoolgirls for a while, swam a lap around the yacht, and then remounted the swim ladder to retrieve our robes. When we climbed to the top deck, a breakfast was laid out on a small table set between two lounge chairs. As she ate, Susan spread open her robe and laid out on the lounge so that the whole of her nakedness was exposed to the morning sun.

"Spread a little of this sunscreen on me, will you?" she asked. 

Of course this meant that I caressed her firm breasts, flat stomach, and between her thighs. However, she did not let this get "out of hand," and she did the same for me. We then lay tanning for perhaps an hour, dozing and chatting. Until we heard, "Here's a lovely couple of chickens."

It was Ron, who was standing over us looking down at our exposed bodies. I attempted to cover myself with the robe, but Susan laughed at my modesty. She did not make any motion to cover herself, but rather stood up and pressed herself again him to give him a deep kiss on the lips.

He sat down next to me and kissed me on the cheeks.

"Bonjour Mademoiselle. I hear you had a fun evening. Don't let me spoil your morning, but I need to borrow Susan for a few minutes. Stay where you are."

She and Ron descended below. She returned about fifteen minutes later looking rather flushed.

"I just love to be fucked in the morning. It's so much better than at night because you are wide awake and can see everything."

From this I gathered that she and Ron had had what we French call a vite fait and Americans a "quickie."

"Remember what I said about owing me one for later? Ron has put me in the mood, and we ladies are so much more long-lasting. Would you mind accompanying me to my cabin?"

This request was in no way onerous, so we were soon once again in Susan's cabin and in a state of complete nakedness.

"Get on the bed on your back, and I'll get over you," she ordered.

No sooner said than done, and we were quickly in a nice 69. I could detect the remains of Ron's semen in her cunt, and the lips seemed red and swollen. Her clit was engorged, and I was soon engaged in running my tongue around it while I probed her passage with my fingers. For her part, she supported herself on her elbows while spreading my ass cheeks apart with her hands and burying her face in my crotch. We were working well, when I heard a cabin door open. Suddenly, I felt someone get onto the bed with us.

It was Paul. He straddled Susan's legs, with my head between them. and applied the head of his erect cock to her asshole, and then leaned into her until the entire length was buried within. He must have had some oil or other lubrication because Susan appeared to show no pain at this intrusion. After a few moments, he began to thrust in and out of her rear passage. I had a clear view of the underside of his cock as it pistoned in and out, his balls flopping against the back of her cunt. This was all very exciting as I continue to alternately apply fingers and mouth to her cunt and she in turn alternated little screams of pleasure with licks and sucking to my sopping slit.

After some time, Paul increased his tempo until he was slamming into her. Then at the moment of climax, he pulled out and spurted his cum onto my face and into my gasping mouth. This was so exciting and novel that I came immediately and pressed my cum-soaked face into Susan's cunt, bringing her over the edge as well.

Susan collapsed onto me, while I heard Paul get up and leave the room.

Some minutes later, she rolled off and sat up to face me. "That was out of this world. How was it for you? Were you shocked?"

I replied, "I don't think I've ever cum so hard. Seeing a man's cock fucking from underneath is amazing. But ... that was your brother ... your brother was fucking you ... in the ass ... I don't know if I'm shocked or not, since I have no brothers ...." I trailed off in confusion.

Susan broke in, "Let's get cleaned up and go on deck, and I'll tell you a little family history."

We went into the shower and soaped each other, sharing some kisses and caresses in the process.

She asked me, "By the way, have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

I replied "Once I had a boyfriend in Paris who did it to me a couple of times. The first time it hurt a lot, but later I didn't mind too much since he would reach around and bring me off with his hands while he was doing it. How about you? Do you like it as much as it seemed?"

"Oh yeah. We do it a lot, and I reach back and play with myself at the same time. I get really strong orgasms that way. Some times I put my vibrator in my pussy while we're doing it. Paul says he can really feel it while he's inside me, but then he cums too fast."

Having cleaned ourselves, we put on the robes and went back up to the deck, to find Paul and Ron waiting for us with an open bottle of champagne.

While I sipped my wine, Paul undertook to sketch out the following story.

"You know that Susan and I are bother and sister. Ron is our first cousin. Our grandfather was a naval officer during the war, and when he returned, he started a shipping company with money he had won playing poker. He married and had two sons. One of these is our father, and the other is Ron's. Ron's parents died in a plane crash and our parents adopted Ron, who grew up with us."

"We had a very protective family, and seldom associated with other kids. When we were teenagers, we made a pact to always love and protect and support each other. I was Susan's first lover, and Ron was her second."

Susan broke in, "You know, these are the only two men I've ever had sex with."

Paul continued, "Grandfather died ten years ago, and our father retired shortly afterwards, leaving the company to our care. It's now a much bigger affair. I studied business in school and Ron is an engineer. So we share the management duties. Susan is an equal shareholder."

"Now when he retired, father gave us some papers that he had from grandfather. And one of these was a memoir. He had written that during the war, he had been stationed in St. Martin and had had an affair with a French girl there. He had been reassigned before the end of the war, but after his discharge, he had attempted to find her again. However, he discovered that she had died in childbirth, and he could not discover what had become of the baby."

"When we read this, we decided to see if the application of money would be sufficient to resolve the mystery, to see if we had some unknown cousins somewhere. Some donations to various charities and an orphanage led us to that baby, who was your mother."

I could scarcely contain myself. "So I do have a family other than Grandmother! What does that make us? cousins? half-cousins?"

Paul smiled, "Something like that. Your mother and our father were half-brother and half-sister, so we're something like quarters. Let's just say cousins since we share one grandparent."

He continued, "Other than satisfying our curiosity, we had no plans to get in touch. But then circumstances intervened, so we did a little more research on you. We've followed your progress in Paris, and then prevailed upon our friend Madame René to offer you the job in the boutique. She has made very complimentary reports about you since then."

I was astonished. Where was this leading? "You've been ... spying on me ... how ... why?"

Rather than replying directly, Paul took out a document from a slim briefcase, and passed it over to me. "Please scan this document, and then we'll answer your questions."

I started to read. After a few moments, I exclaimed, "This is a contrat de mariage. For me! But the husband is not named!"

Paul took back the document, and then said, "Yes, it's for you, what we Americans call a prenuptial agreement. If you agree to the terms, you get one million dollars immediately, yours to keep no matter what happens afterwards. Then you must become pregnant in the manner that we chose. Once you are three months pregnant, you will be married. After the baby is born alive, you get another million dollars. If you chose to get a divorce anytime thereafter, you will get five million dollars, but you will give up any claims on the child."

I was dumbfounded. "I still don't understand. Who is the husband? Get pregnant how?"

Paul went on. "Ron and I love our sister like a wife, and we wanted to father children with her. But she has a malformed uterus and can never have them. But she does produce fertile eggs. So we have a number of frozen embryos in storage, and we need a surrogate mother to bear our children. Since we discovered that you are in fact a relative, we want to offer you the chance to be that surrogate. We want this child to be our heir and thus legitimate. So you will need to be married to either Ron or me at the time of the delivery. You will get to chose which of us you prefer."

Ron spoke up for the first time, "Both Paul and I would be honored to have you as a wife, and I believe Susan already loves you like a sister. No matter which of us you chose, I think you can be very happy. Once you have Susan's child, you are free to have children of your own."

I didn't know what to say, other than, "I can't take all of this in. Let me go home and think it over."

They agreed, saying, "Please keep this a secret among us. If any of this leaks out to the press or the scandal magazines, we will assume that it was you who leaked, and we will never see you again."

Susan and I went back to her cabin. My clothes were lying on the bed neatly pressed. Susan watched as I shed the robe and dressed myself. Then she came to me, kissed me deeply, and hugged me. "Please consider well what we propose. I would love to have you share our lives as sister and lover, and I swear that the children you bear will always have my love and attention."

I kissed her back, and made ready to leave. She handed me the black gown that I had worn the night before, now neatly pressed, as well as a small box. Here are souvenirs of your first time with us. I opened the box to find the jewelry. "This is too much. I can't take such expensive presents."

Susan smiled, "Consider this a bribe. But even if you decide not to join us, it will give me pleasure to know that you have these to remember us by. Of course, you can always sell them. But don't take too long to make up your mind."

I have to admit that it took me only one night to decide that I would accept. So when the chauffeur appeared at the door of our villa the next afternoon, I was happy to accompany him to the dock, and thence out to "Rosupal".

The three Barrons were there to meet me, and greeted me with kisses and hugs. Susan especially appeared happy to see me, and had tears in her eyes as we kissed.

After an early dinner, I spoke up, "There remains the decision as to which of you I ought to marry. Rather than flipping a coin, I propose we decide in a more sensual fashion. I want both of you to fuck me at the same time, and the one who lasts the longest can be the husband."

Both Ron and Paul laughed at this proposal, and Susan exclaimed, "What a great idea. I think you'll make a wonderful Madame Barron. What part do I get to play in this?"

"You can be the audience, but if you need to participate, you can't touch either of them. That might cause one or the other to cum first."

So we all went to Susan's bedroom, stripped, and I saw Ron's naked body for the first time. He is taller than Paul and has the lean body of a runner, while Paul is stockier. Ron's cock seemed thicker than Paul's as well. Susan got me ready by burying her face between my thighs and licking around my clit until I was about to cum. She then oiled her fingers with some sweet-smelling ointment, which she applied to my asshole, slipping first one, then two fingers deep into my rear.

Watching this, both Ron and Paul were erect and stroking their cocks lightly. Ron lay down on the bed and I straddled him, then positioned his cock at the opening of my cunt and slowly pushed down until he was fully inside me. Leaning forward, I kissed him on the lips while lifting my ass to give Paul access to my rear. I felt him mount behind me, then the knob of his cock against my asshole. I tried to relax as much as possible as he pushed the head inside, and then leaned into me as his full length pushed into my depths. This was a new sensation for me, and not at all displeasing.

We then started to move in an erotic dance, which took a few moments to establish itself. Ron had his hands on my hips, and was able to steady them while he thrust upwards into me. Paul's hands were on my shoulders as he thrust forwards and back. Susan in the meantime had joined us on the bed, kissing my face and playing with my breasts as they flopped and dangled downwards. It only took a few minutes of this stimulation until I came strongly feeling my fluids gush out onto Ron's cock. Time seemed to stand still as the three of us gyrated in our sexual coupling. I came several more times before at last, Ron succumbed, shooting strongly into the depths of my cunt.

Paul grunted in satisfaction, but continued to fuck my ass for several more minutes before he too made a final thrust into me, holding my hips while his semen shot out into the depths of my rectum. Both men remained still until their cocks softened and fell out of me. I could feel their cum and my fluids flowing out of my openings and down the insides of my thighs.

Susan exclaimed, "Now that was intense! You've made me jealous already. How many times did you cum?"

"I think three or four, but after a while it was almost a continuous orgasm. I guess you'll need to try it next."

There were many similar repetitions and combinations over the next two months. In order to be able to accept the fertilization procedure, I had to stop using the pill, and neither Ron nor Paul would fuck my cunt. But I was content with Susan's attention there and both Ron and Paul were happy to pay their attention to my asshole. Of course, I had to share them with Susan, who became enamored with the double penetration that I had demonstrated.

After the two month wait, I found myself at an exclusive fertility clinic in New York, where two embryos were implanted in my uterus. I was told that it was rare for an embryo to take the first time, and that it might be several months before I became pregnant. But luck was with me, and both embryos took, so that I was pregnant with twins. However, they would not really be twins, since one was Ron's and the other Paul's. We had agreed not to try to discover who was the father of any of them.

Once I was firmly pregnant, Paul and I were married in a big society New York wedding, with the Archbishop presiding. I had insisted on a Catholic wedding. Susan was the bridesmaid, and Ron "gave me away."

I had an easy pregnancy, and both men were happy to satisfy me sexually up until my eighth month. The delivery was also relatively easy, and I delivered via a normal vaginal birth. The babies were a girl and a boy, whom we named Ron and Mireille (after my mother).

By then, I was truly in love with both Ron and Paul, who treated me like royalty. Susan and I were like sisters, albeit incestuous ones, so I have never felt the need to exercise my divorce option. Susan acts like the perfect aunt to "our" children, and Ron is a doting uncle. Thereafter, I've had two more children of my own, also a son and daughter. Since both Ron and Paul fucked me about the same amount, I have no idea who the real father of each is and we've agreed to never try to find out.

It's time to close out my tale. I'm now thirty years old, occupied with my children and my three lovers, rich, pampered, content. I'm told I'm still beautiful, and indeed my pregnancies have not damaged my body too much. I spend most of my time with the children and Susan in St. Martin, living on the boat, while the men fly down on weekends from New York. We're all still very much in love, and that's what's most important in the world.



Menage a Three



This is the true (well, mostly true... from a certain point of view) story of a crazy night my wife and I had with a new friend (we'll call her Julie). Unwinding after a long week of work, my wife and I along with a few friends went out to local bar to hang out and have drinks... and got way more than we bargained for. 

We had a few drinks and were talking, and I noticed a knockout across the bar; we made eye contact a couple times but I thought nothing of it at that time.

A bit later on, after our friends had left, my wife and I were squeezing a drink in before last call, when my wife saw an entry box for some sort of contest on a table against the wall. Loving free shit as much as the next gal, she tells me to go over there and grab an entry form.

None other than the knockout I had noticed before was already over there filling out forms. She was fairly petite, but had on a short skirt with very shapely legs below, and nice medium C breasts under a tight top, along with medium-length blonde hair and an eye-catching smile.

I went over to grab one and she saw me coming and playfully hit my arm, "No way, you can't enter, it's gonna be ME who wins this contest", flashing a winning smile.

I said "Nope, too bad," grabbed a form, and walked back over to my wife.

My wife started filling it out, then said "Go back over there and get another one, we can do an entry under your name too."

So I went back over there much to the chagrin of my new acquaintance, "You again? I already told you I'M gonna win.

I said, "Sorry sweetheart, always good to have some competition."

She replied, looking straight at me, with "Suck my dick!" coupled with that aforementioned striking smile. I've always found it funny to hear that line from a female, and oddly arousing. (No, no, she didn't actually HAVE a dick, as I would find out later on; this story isn't in the Transexual/Crossdressers section for a reason.)

"You're gonna lose and I'm gonna win!" she said.

I said, "What is this even for? What do we win?"

She replied, "I don't know, but I WANT it!

I said "Alright, sure, of course you'll win if you stuff the ballot box." She replied, smiling (more seductively now), "It's MY box, and I'll stuff my box with whatever I want."

"That's what she said," I replied. I realized it was a dumb line that I'm sure wouldn't fly. However after a brief pause, she burst out laughing and playfully slapped my shoulder.

I walked back over to my wife, form in hand. "What the hell are you doing over there? Are you flirting with that girl?"

I said "No, not really." She said ,"Good, because she's hot; I don't want you flirting with hot girls." I stole a glance back at my new friend; she was busy filling out yet another contest entry form, but I saw her glance over her shoulder at me and smirk. My wife finished filling out the forms, and I walked back over to the box to put the entries into the slot.

As I tried to do so our girl grabbed my bicep, "Oh no you don't!" she exclaimed. Her hand still holding onto my arm, I put the papers into the slot anyway. She squeezed my arm and smiled, "Oooh, you're strong, I see you have nice muscles," she said. I mean I'm no monster, but I do work out, and don't mind allowing it to show. 

Before I could stop myself (I WAS fairly intoxicated after all), I looked her up and down and said in reply, "Yeah? You've got a nice looking body too." She smiled again. I thought that'd be it, and wasn't really interested in anything else other than a little harmless flirting. Just enough to tell myself that I still have 'game'. After all, I AM happily married.

She was still holding onto my arm, and before I could walk away, she stepped in real close and said, barely above a whisper, "I'm Julie; pleased to make your acquaintance. Wanna see more of it?"

I frowned, "Huh? See more of what now?"

"My body," she replied with a devilish grin.

At this point I gulped, breaking out in a slight sweat. I was also now sporting a nice half-erection, and I don't think it escaped her notice. I glanced over and saw my wife glaring at us. If looks could kill I'd have been dead where I stood.

I pushed Julie away slightly, and waved my wedding ring in front of her face and, trying to keep the mood light I said, "That's an interesting offer. My wife said you're hot too. But I'd better get back to her now."

She let go of my arm, looking at the wedding band in annoyance. "Wife, what do you mean wife? Lame." Then after a pause she smirked and said, "So, she said I'm hot?"

Now having no idea now where this was going, I stammered, "Uhh... yeah..., she said...."

She asked, "Where is she? Is that her over there?" She jabbed her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of my wife.

"Yeah, that's her," I replied. She smiled and waved at my wife. My wife tilted her head and did NOT look pleased.

"Not bad! I'd do her," she said.

"You'd what?", I said. She replied "Yeah, you're wife's pretty hot; I'd SO get it on with her."

I laughed nervously, "Yeah right, she's not into that sorta thing, at all."

Julie narrowed he eyes and said "How do you know? Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure," I replied.

Now Julie hooked her arm around me as if I were escorting her somewhere, and said, "Let's go ask her!" I laughed nervously, removing her arm from mine, "No fucking way."

Julie protested, and I finally said, "Sure go ahead, go over there and give her a little kiss and see how she reacts." To my amazement, she gave another devilish version of her trademarked smile, and started heading in that direction. The look on my wife's face turned from a frown, to a questioning look, then back into a frown as Julie approached. She again stared daggers at me. I was frozen in place as I looked on.

To preface this, my wife and I have been together for several years, and neither of us were ever unfaithful, or ever had any such interest to that point. On top of that, my wife, up until then, was an avid anti-lesbian, asserting that just the THOUGHT of anything like that was abominable.

But tonight, for whatever reason, that reasoning was about to be kicked to the curb. Maybe it was the booze, the mood, Julie's stunning beauty, something else, who knows.

I finally managed to get my legs to move after several seconds, and I slowly walked over behind Julie. She had already quickly covered the short distance over to where my wife was standing.

And what do you know, she plants a big kiss right on my shocked wife's lips. My wife pushed her away, and turned her head aside. My wife said something which I could not hear (I was again frozen in place). Julie gave a reply that I also couldn't hear. My wife shook her head and fidgeted. Julie didn't back down, and came in for another one, this time putting a hand on one of my wife's own ample breasts.

This time my wife did not push her away, became a little more relaxed, and appeared to kiss her back. My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe it. There was my gorgeous wife, making out with another gorgeous woman, right there in front of me.

The two of them seemed to be drawing a little attention now, so I made my way over there, took my wife's arm and pulled her away, and said, "Uh, honey, what the hell are you doing??"

My wife shrugged, and smiled seductively. Julie said "Let's get out of here." I looked at my wife and she nodded. I said "We live right around the corner; walking distance." Julie said,"Perfect. We're probably in no shape for driving anyway."

There was a light drizzle outside, so we walked briskly. As we took the short walk back to the apartment shared by my wife and I, it was surreal. I couldn't believe this was fucking happening. Unbelievably, Julie and my wife started chatting about some sorta girl stuff on the way, recipes or knitting, or some such shit. I have no idea; I wasn't paying attention.

I smiled; glad they were getting acquainted, because if the night proceeded as I was now hoping, they'd be getting REAL close and cozy in the coming hours. I had a full-on boner the whole way over.

We walked into the apartment, and kicked off our wet shoes. My wife asked if anybody wanted a drink. We chatted for a few more minutes, and we each did a shot of my wife's favorite, Absolut Citron. After that we just dispensed with the pleasantries and hit the ground running. Julie pinned me against the bedroom doorway and started forcefully kissing me.

I was unsure what to do until I noticed that my wife was busy unbuckling my belt. Now knowing that we were all on the same page, I palmed Julie's tight butt with both hands and kissed her back just as forcefully.

My cock was already hard as a rock as my wife pulled it out of my pants. She began stroking it. I pulled off Julie's shirt, revealing a lacy red bra. By now my wife had gotten my pants all the way off. I kicked them away, and lifted up Julie and threw her onto the bed. I threw my shirt off, and before I could get over there, my wife had jumped on top of Julie and the two started making out again.

As they were writhing on the bed embraced and kissing, I took that opportunity remove my wife's jeans and panties. I reached between her legs to find that she was already dripping wet. I pushed her onto the bed next to Julie, and I removed both of their bras. Four perfect breasts laid out in front of me; I sucked on all four of them, as I removed Julie's skirt and panties, leaving all three of us completely naked.

I bent down and started going down on my wife. She squirmed and let out a low moan of pleasure. Julie slid to the edge of the bed and reached between my legs, "I want that big dick," she said. It was ample sized, not huge, but a solid 7 inches with above-average thickness.

She licked the tip tentatively at first while grasping my balls, then she suddenly took all seven inches into her mouth all at once, momentarily distracting me from my wife's dripping wet cunt. Wow, this was talent on display here!

My wife grabbed my head and pushed it back into action. "Get back here, don't stop," she said. As I resumed, she shuddered, and I could tell she was building towards a major orgasm. As she climaxed the dripping wetness felt like it become a torrent, which I lapped up furiously while experiencing the sensation of my cock working in and out of Julie's mouth and throat.

At this point Julie let go of my dick and pushed me aside, "My turn," she said. And before I knew it her head was buried between my wife's legs, going at it even more vigorously than I had been.

I climbed up onto the bed and gave my wife a deep kiss, letting her taste her own juices, as I rubbed her breasts. She grabbed my cock, still wet from the blowjob I had just been getting from Julie, and started stroking it. She was heading toward another orgasm, and it came swiftly.

She pushed Julie away and said, "I need that dick in me, now." I lay back on the bed and my wife climbed on top as she had her breasts massaged by Julie. Her pussy was absolutely soaked needless to say, so my cock slid right in without much effort.

It felt fantastic, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer before I came. Julie climbed on top of me as well, and sat on my face, her dripping wet, cleanly shaven cunt right on my mouth. I worked my tongue over Julie's clit while my wife continued to slide her own slick pussy up and down my pole.

She reached around and grabbed Julie breasts and let out a moan of pleasure "Yes! You're dick is so fucking big, I want it deeper!" I could tell my wife was nearing her third orgasm. Julie still hadn't had one. 'That's not fair,' I thought to myself. I reached around and grabbed her long smooth thighs, and pulled her pelvis tighter onto my face, and worked her clit even more vigorously. I teased her asshole with a finger, already wet from the juices gushing from her steaming hot cunt. I slowly slid my finger into her anus, and she almost immediately began moaning; she too was reaching climax. Myself, I couldn't hold out any longer either. 

In an explosion of ecstasy, all three of us came simultaneously. As I felt Julie's juices flow over my face, I felt my warm cum load spray up deep inside my wife. Julie moaned as now two of my fingers began to slide deeper in her asshole, and her hips continued to gyrate over my face. She leaned down and whispered, "That was so fucking good, this is what I needed tonight. But I want you inside me. Now." My wife slid off of my now slightly softening penis. Julie swooped right in, lapping up the cum from the area and swallowing it all. "Get it hard again for me," she said. In a team effort to make that happen, Julie and my wife both shared my dick and balls, working them with hands and mouths.

It was almost too much to take, but before I knew it my cock was once again hard as a rock. I threw my wife onto the bed, and pushed Julie down, bending her over on top of my wife. I took up position behind her, doggie style, and slapped her ass with my dick.

"Mmmm", she moaned. "Put it in. I want you deep inside." How could I disappoint her? I slowly slid my dick into Julie's warm cunt... "Oh YES," she shouted, and proceeded to bury he face once again in my wife's snatch, which was now covered with not only her juices, but also the remnants of my cum. There I was, fucking this beautiful stranger hard doggie style while she ate my wife's pussy like there was no tomorrow. I slowly worked a thumb into Julie's ass which just made her moan even louder in pleasure. Since I had already cum once, I had more stamina this time, and we stayed in that pose for I don't know how long.

I continued vigorously pistoning my cock in and out of Julie's surprisingly tight pussy, while Julie ate my wife's clit. I counted two more orgasms for my wife, and at least three for Julie before I finally once again could hold out no longer. Julie, sensing this, looked back at me, smiled, closed her eyes, then reached back and pulled my hips hard towards her, saying, "Yes, I fucking want it. I want it all. Fill me up." Her words put me over the edge. I fucked her harder than ever, my pelvis slapping against her firm butt loudly as I felt my orgasm coming fast.

After just a few more swift thrusts, I let out a low grunt as my cum exploded all over the inside of Julie's womb, in an even bigger orgasm than my first. She could feel this, and she pushed her cunt back into me repeatedly, reaching yet another orgasm herself.

Knowing that this time I would need a minute to recuperate, the two girls started to go at it while I observed. My wife licked Julie's pussy clean, and then they made out again, likely swapping some of my cum, as they grinded their hot bodies together. They gave each other another orgasm in this fashion, and it only took a couple minutes of seeing this before I was ready to go again.

I wasted no time. I hopped onto the bed behind my wife and guided my cock into her still-dripping pussy yet again. She didn't miss a beat, as she reached down and fondled my balls as I fucked her, while continuing to kiss Julie. My wife quickly came to another orgasm.

She leaned forward, causing my dick to slide out of her, and rolled over to the side. Julie seamlessly slid right into her place, and picked up where my wife had just let off. "Oh yeah, fuck me deep." She grabbed my pecs in both hands and shouted, "Oh yeah, my big strong man! Fuck me deeper!" I clutched her ass and pulled it towards my dick, fucking her as deep as I could.

Julie came to another orgasm, but that didn't stop her; she kept right on riding my dick. These chicks were gonna fuck me until my dick fell off! I again worked two fingers into her anus hole and started sliding them in and out.

"YES," she moaned. "That feels so fucking good. I want your big dick in there. I've never done this before, but I want you to fuck me in my ass, right now." My wife, who had been busy molesting Julie's tits and kissing here while I was fucking her, smirked.

My wife and I had done anal a couple times, but hadn't in quite a while because was painful for her, and not very pleasurable. My wife nodded, giving me the go ahead that I needed.

My cock was so fucking wet from these two hot vaginas I had been plowing for the last hour that I didn't need any additional help getting my dick into Julie's tight ass. I pushed two then three fingers into her asshole in preparation, then when I felt her relax enough, I slowly pushed the tip of my penis against her anus.

There was some resistance, but Julie took a deep breath and relaxed more, and now I was able to get the head of my dick inside her asshole. I tentatively slid about another inch in. Julie grimaced, but before I could pull out, she pushed back against me, causing another inch's worth to slide on in. Now she smiled, "Oh yeah, deeper".

I first worked the first few inches and in out of her deliciously snug anus, then I pushed most of the rest of it in, eliciting another moan from Julie. She pushed back against me again, and now my full seven inches was buried inside her ass!

I thrust it in and out, slowly at first, and then picking up speed, as I stimulated Julie in ways she had never been stimulated before. Before I knew it I was pistoning with enough force that my balls made a loud slapping sound against her ass cheeks with each thrust.

Julie shuddered as she had her first ever anally-induced orgasm. "YES," she exclaimed; "I want you to fuck my ass as deep as you can!" I did as I was told, and before I knew it, she was having another orgasm, and I was shooting loads of cum deep into her bowels. I stayed like that for a moment, cock deposited deep inside Julie after the hottest fuck I had ever had. I slowly pulled it out, and Julie gasped as the head popped out of her anal ring. Cum started to seep out right behind it. My wife immediately took care of that, swooping in to clean it out with her tongue. I came around and gave Julie another forceful kiss as my wife finished up between Julie's legs.

All three of us exhausted, we laid out on the bed gasping for air. Julie and my wife drifted off to sleep on either side of me, naked bodies nuzzled up to me. I lay staring at the ceiling, stroking the bodies of the two gorgeous women in my bed with me. I couldn't help but chuckle. So ends the best night of my life, and I too drifted asleep before long.

My wife initially had a hard time accepting what had happened that night, and gave me lots of grief over it. We HAD basically picked up a random stranger we had just met that night and knew nothing about. Luckily for us she turned out to be a pretty normal individual overall, and like us, for her that insane night was the exception, not the rule.

I'd be lying if I said I myself didn't feel at least a bit awkward about it as well. But after a bit of time for it to sink in, my wife couldn't wait to do it again (and neither could I). So lucky for us, this turned out not to be the last time the three of us spent the night together.

It would in fact happen a few more times over the next year until Julie moved across the country for work. And in case anyone was wondering, none of us won that blasted contest from the bar. Too bad, eh. Luckily we had gotten something better.

After she moved away, we lost touch. But it was safe to say that none of us will ever forget those nights we shared, especially that first one, which I considered for a very long time to be the best sex of my life.



Ménage à trois



Thirty nine year old Trina is super cute, and plenty naughty. She has silky auburn hair, and sexy bedroom eyes and a hot pair of lips like Angelina Jolie.

I met Trina at a rock concert Nicole and a few other girls at work invited me to. Nicole wore a pair of leggings paired with a hoodie and a Jimi Hendrix purple haze tee shirt. Trina wore some Skinny jeans oversized tee covered with a hoodie she looked very 1980's. I wore a black and purple tunic dress with a pair of flats. We all had our own look for the evening, and planned to rock like it was nobody's business till we sweated.

Trina made it a little more memorable that evening when she surprised us with a flask of booze she smuggled pass concert security...or so we thought until we asked Trina how she pulled it off. She confessed to a little ball juggling and the guard let her go. We laughed at her comment and went inside the stadium to find our seats.

After locating our seats and socializing with the other fans in our section of seats. We were invited to a post concert party at one of the fans home. We weren't sure if we wanted to go until she assured us she resided in a gated community patrolled by private security 24/7.

One can never be too cautious about strangers and their intentions. We knew there was safety in numbers so we planned to stick together as a group. We agreed to watch each others back and take a wingman whenever we went out. There would be no flying solo or leaving the bar to sneak off and fuck, unless someone stayed within hearing range so we could respond if they experienced an unpleasant experience, or gossip about how that person squealed if they enjoyed themselves.

After the magnificent concert we agreed to meet Alyssa the hostess outside the stadium at a designated exit. Nicole was driving and would follow her home. Alyssa picked the place, but informed us she had to make a stop at the liquor store to pick up a few things.

I had not planned on any hard drinking, but I have been to enough house parties to know I should stay away from White Russians or chance waking up with no memory of the events that transpired.

Once we arrived at the party our hostess gave us a nickel tour of her magnificent pad with a fabulous view. The uncovered windows bought in a beautiful moonlight in a dim lit spacious room. The beautiful home reflected exquisite taste in decor and style. The four bedrooms all had king size beds and marble baths, the master bath had a TV so you could watch while you soaked in the Jacuzzi tub.

I told Alyssa I could live there forever, and she thanked me saying, "You're welcome to stay anytime you like."

"Invitation accepted," I said before walking over to sit on the sofa next to Nicole.

Trina spoke up next saying she would accept that offer too. I was surprised to hear how well we were all getting along with someone we'd just met and were sitting in her home acting like old chums. I felt the same way about Trina as well, it was my first time meeting her but she has a great personality.

After relaxing from the tour the girls and I volunteered to help Alyssa prepare the snacks and drinks for the party. She was one of us now and we did everything we could to make the evening a hit.

Trina took Alyssa's offer literally and made herself at home. Alyssa offered her the use of one of the bedrooms anytime she wanted, however Nicole found Trina watching TV in her bra and panties. The thing was it wasn't in a guest room, she was in Alyssa's bed. Nicole was so dumbfounded she came back to the kitchen where we were preparing the trays and informed us of Trina's behavior.

Alyssa thought it was cute and told us she planned to join her after setting out the snacks and drinks she was serving for the party.

"What? When did you two meet?" Nicole asked.

"We met in the ladies room before the concert at the stadium." Alyssa informed us.

"I'll be a Son of bitch. So she knew ahead of time we were invited to your place for a party? Nicole asked.

"Why Nicole don't get jealous that I didn't invite you into my bed. You can come too." Alyssa offered.

Nicole rolled her eyes and said. "Oh I'd love to join you if we threw a handsome guy into the mix, but I'll pass on the all girl scene. Tonight I plan to eat drink and fuck some guy until his eyeballs pop out, so you'll excuse me while I prowl for a victim.

We laughed as Nicole strolled out the kitchen rolling her hips like Mae West to start her cock hunt.

"So Alyssa if you don't mind me asking... are you straight, bi, or a little bit of this and that?" I asked.

"I'm straight but I love threesomes, hell I love group sex period and the extra bodies can be a man or woman either is good for me. What's normal for me is anything goes," Said Alyssa. "

"What do you call normal?" I asked.

"You know, anything I would do with my boyfriend except anal. He'll be here shortly and if you want you can join Trina and I." Alyssa said.

I have a wild side, but I abstained from casual sexual escapades since Charles came into my life. But I was curious, and just because I'm on a diet, doesn't mean I can't look at the menu.

I wouldn't join the trio but one rarely has the opportunity to enjoy a live sex show and this was with people I cared about and I would be faithful to Charles as I pleasured myself.

I inquired if Alyssa had a problem with a voyeur in the room.

Alyssa laughed at me saying. "Please that's half the fun of group sex watching. Come with me...I bet you could."

Damn she was a frisky one, but I followed her into the bedroom while the other guest partied on.

Trina was lying on the bed waiting for her night of passion with Alyssa; she looked at me and smiled. I think she was expecting me to join the two but I took a seat at Alyssa's vanity.

Alyssa rummaged around in her dresser and pulled out a pocket rocket vibrator that was still packaged. She handed it to me saying, "Don't ever say I never gave you anything."

The girl read my mind...I thanked her and we all watched TV waiting for the meat of the sandwich to arrive.

Alyssa received a call, and informed us he was twenty minutes away, not once during her conversation did she divulge the party action she had planned for him. I suppose he went along with whatever she did; as long as the results were pleasing to both.

Alyssa's boyfriend finally arrived and entered the bedroom to find two half naked women lying in the bed and me seated at the vanity with toy in hand.

"Honey I want you to meet some of my friends I met tonight at the concert," Said Alyssa. This is Trina and that's Lola over there. They're going to play with us this evening if it's all right with you."

I couldn't see Mark turning down a night with his girlfriend and two sexy gal pals...he probably used a similar fantasy when he masturbated.

Mark smiled and excused himself; next thing we heard was the shower as he prepared for a night of erotic pleasure. While he was in the bathroom I slipped off my panties.

I had my own erotic fantasy going on while we waited for Mark.

For some reason I couldn't stop staring at Trina's gorgeous features. It wasn't her lovely body which was very nice that stirred the fire in my loins; it was her dreamy eyes and sexy lips. I know countless times I have stated it's strictly dick for me but a fantasy about a gorgeous woman between my legs was on my mind tonight. I would use visual stimulation and a toy while I imagined Trina's sensuous mouth on my intimate parts instead of who ever she was pleasing.

The anticipation was building while waiting for Mark to join the girls on the bed. It wasn't long before he emerged from showering to start the session. The sensation must have gotten to him too; he walked in sporting a solid half foot of wood. Obliviously he was excited by what was about to take place with Alyssa, Trina, perhaps the thought of me jerking off in the wings.

Mark joined the two sex goddesses on the bed and presented himself to Alyssa and Trina. Trina on hands and knees crawled over to him. She pushed her hair in front of her face which was at Mark's waist level and slowly whipped her head back and forth letting her silky auburn tendrils play softly over his belly and manhood. Mark groaned loudly as Trina teased him with the feather caress that enveloped him.

Alyssa took a position behind Trina. She started peppering Trina's bottom with pecking kisses, she too knew the teasing game well.

Mark threw his head back and made guttural sounds as he pumped his hips as if he was fucking the locks that titillated his flesh. Alyssa move closer to Trina and let her face disappear into the cleft of Trina's ass. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing but from the motion of her head she enjoyed licking and teasing which ever orifice of Trina's she was busy with. Trina's toes wiggled as Alyssa pleased her.

In my seat I was busy too; my legs straddled the chair as I observed the action on the bed. The small vibrator was more powerful than I would have expected for its size. It had two speeds fast and crazy fast, I had it on the mildest setting and still had to sneak it up to my pussy. I worked myself slowly drawing the toy's buzzing head along my swollen labia making my clit throb. The action on the bed was causing my fruit's nectar to flow, and I was so juicy it was messy but I didn't care. I was enjoying the experience and it didn't hurt to have the pocket rocket for backup.

The trio lay on their side and arranged themselves in a little daisy chain, Alyssa lapping hungrily at Trina's sopping snatch. Trina was worshiping Mark's rod with her mouth, moving her head from side to side like a harmonica player stuffing him deep into her cheek while moaning and slobbering all over his meat. Mark was kissing and sucking on Alyssa's smooth pussy.

I came quickly watching the oral performance between the three, which was just a warm-up. Mark couldn't take anymore foreplay and pushed Trina on to her back, Trina spread her wings wide and let him dip his cock deep inside of her wet slit. Mark pummeled Trina while passionately lip locking Alyssa. When she wasn't kissing Mark, Alyssa crawled around the bed sucking and tasting Trina's naughty bits and pieces or sucking on her toes until she screamed over and over again while she came all over the hot hardness slicing her soft wet walls.

I hunched up and pushed the little buzzing demon against my dilated hole. It was barely inserted before it riffled the sensitive lining of my pussy so completely as I shuddered badly from the orgasm.

I wasn't the only one ready to burst. Mark lost his rhythm and bucked savagely as he released himself. Alyssa knew the sign and snatched his spurting cock from Trina's slick cream pie.

"Oh no you don't fucker give it to me." Alyssa demanded.

She wasn't fast enough and some of his flow dribbled out Trina's pussy and dripped on her asshole. Alyssa slapped Mark's spitting cock on her waggling tongue and teasing the glans to ensure she received all his man milk.

I had enough and tried to recover, but as I sat watching them Alyssa beckon Trina with a finger. I knew from the way she held her mouth she was holding Mark's load there, and Trina wanted to play some more, so they kissed deeply to exchange the contents in Alyssa's mouth. It was so nasty I found myself frigging my clit once more with my fingers. I wanted to squirt and was not going to stop until I did.

My hand was getting tired from beating my pussy up but the depth of passion involved in the sex along with the vibrator kept the orgasms coming.

After the trio's encore I was spent. Trina and I were invited to join the couple in the bathroom, Trina accepted the invitation, I declined and told them I'd had enough, but did freshen up with a whore bath in the sink, before leaving the three to more erotic pleasure.

I said my goodbyes to Trina and Alyssa and told mark it was a pleasure to meet him and left to go find Nicole and the others.

I walked into a smoked filled room where I found Nicole and the other ladies from the office sitting on the living floor in a circle passing a long foggy tube that had the aroma of marijuana. Through the thick fog I manage to find the sofa where I laid down and dialed Charles cell.

There would be no evening of lovemaking with my lover for none of us was in any condition to drive home. Trina remained in the room with Alyssa and Mark the entire night. The rest of us slept together in the two beds in one of the spare rooms in the condo. I lay in bed thinking of Charles as I flash back to the threesome who shared an erotic sensation with me earlier that evening.

It was a fantastic night of seduction, and pure ecstasy.



Ménage a Trois



I slowly walked through the gate of my apartment complex with my laptop bag hanging over my shoulder. The cab had dropped me outside the gate as it did every night and now.

I had to walk past 8 buildings to get to mine. 

Usually it took 2 minutes to walk to my building but at 2 am in the night, after working for 14 hours, I was exhausted and those 2 minutes seemed like eternity.

People think working in IT is fun. At times it is but most times it isn't. I was at a time when it was a nightmare. 

The deadline for a huge project was approaching in days and I spent long hours at work. Leaving early in the morning and coming way past midnight had become a norm.

The elevator door opened and I lazily stepped towards my apartment. I reached the door to my apartment and started searching for the keys inside my handbag. After a few seconds I found them and I immediately opened the door and walked in.

I literally threw the bag on the couch and collapsed on the couch. I closed my eyes, relieved that I was finally home. I had the compensation off the next day so all I could think of was sleeping. 

This is what my life had come to. At 27 years old, I was single, neck deep in work, hadn't partied nor had a single drink in weeks and I hadn't had sex in almost a year. I wasn't the hook up types so one night stands were out of the question.

I opened my eyes when I realized something. When I entered the apartment, I saw a pair of shoes near the door. Those shoes didn't belong to me or my room-mate; they simply couldn't because they were a man's shoes.

The black suede shoes stood out amongst many pairs of women's shoes. I also noticed two beer pints on the coffee table in front of me. Droplets of water trickling down them indicated that they had used minutes ago.

I sat up when I realized what I should've realized the moment I walked inside. As I looked around and listened carefully for any sign of movement, I heard a giggle; a distinct giggle of my room-mate. I stood up and walked towards the bedroom, the only bedroom of the apartment that I shared with her.

I stood next to the door of the bedroom with my back against the wall. I could now here muffled moans and grunts coming from the room. 

The door wasn't closed, there was no sock hanging off the knob, it was wide open. I realized what was happening and I wanted to leave but I just couldn't walk away without a glimpse. I slowly leaned over the door and watched in amazement and shock.

My room-mate Lucy was lying on her back on the bed; over her was a man, resting his body on his hands. Their lower bodies were covered by a blanket but the back and forth movement of his body just couldn't be missed. Her eyes were closed and her head was tilted backwards and she sighed as her lover ploughed her pussy. Her sighs started turning to moans as he started pacing up.

He lowered his head to her and kissed her to which she moaned, this time louder than before. I could see his lips sucking hers. Her one hand was resting on his right shoulder while the other moved freely and smoothly on his back.

I could clearly make out the contours of her slim shapely legs under the blanket as they moved rhythmically. The blanket slipped lower inch after inch, making his taut butt more visible as he continued drilling her, gradually picking up pace. He stopped and lowered himself, this time resting his body completely over hers. 

At that moment I realized the difference in their body sizes. Lucy was a petite five feet two inches and this guy was at least five feet eight. He slipped his hands under her body and grabbed her petite butt and her hands wrapped around his shoulders as they prepared to fuck hard.

He slowly raised his hip and then plunged it deep inside her. Lucy moaned and gasped loudly and her eyes opened wide as her lover buried his cock to the hilt inside her. 

The next moment he started stroking hard and fast and she she moaned in rhythm with the strokes. The blanket slipped off them completely as she raised and locked her feet behind his back. 

I let out a small gasp as I saw them in their most natural and the most animalistic state. His butt flexed and tightened with each stroke as he kept pummelling her pussy; his thighs and calves did the same. Her toes curled as she rose to the highs of an orgasm. I could distinctly hear the squelching in between her moans and his balls slaps as his cock rapidly moved in and out of her spread open cunt.

My exhaustion from long day at work seemed to have vanished as I watched my room-mate and the stranger engage in the most primitive of acts on a bed, in the bedroom, in the house that we shared.

From leaning near the door, I stepped out and stood at the door, watching them spellbound as they made love. They didn't seem to notice me and but their act clearly had its effect on me. 

I could feel warmth in my loins and the wet underwear patch stuck to my pussy. I felt like fingering myself to an orgasm right there in front of them; I felt like cumming at the same time with Lucy.

I hadn't had sex in a year. I masturbated maybe once or twice in this past year and I never watched porn; so this hardcore scene in front of me hit the right part of my brain and I was instantly turned on.

Moments later, the guy slowed down before coming to a halt. They opened their eyes and looked at each other before engaging in a deep kiss. He broke the kiss and raised himself on his hands before resuming the stroking, this time slower than before.

Just as he was about to pick up pace again he noticed me and I realized that. It took a few seconds for us to clear our minds out before we noticed each other. He stopped stroking and stared at me blankly. It took another couple of seconds before Lucy realized that her lover had stopped and opened her eyes. She looked up at him and then followed his gaze to me.

I could see surprise in her eyes; not surprised that I was in the house but surprised that I was watching them. Lucy was the bang opposite of me; street smart, outgoing and a party girl. She had chosen a profession suiting her qualities; marketing. Her job made her meet new people, travel the world, hook up and have sex with many men and women too.

I was the confused Indian girl. Liberated yet stuck to her traditions, very confident at her profession but not very in bed. I didn't have many friends in my life and my job was as boring as Lucy's life was interesting.

Lucy was surprised to see me standing at the door with a hand in my pants and the top two buttons of my shirt open. I didn't excuse myself out of there and Lucy didn't scream at me and neither did she try to cover herself. 

It was a delicately poised moment; a moment between me and Lucy. I could see her surprise wane a little and I could feel her beckoning me with her eyes. She always insisted I should try the wild life, embrace the 'dark side' and that's what she was doing, calling out to me.

I always admired and envied Lucy for all the crazy things she did. 

I always wanted to try something like this, a hook up, a one night stand but never could muster courage to do so. The desires at the back of my mind seemed to take over and I slowly stepped forward.

The guy was sitting up by now, watching me and Lucy. I was sure he was a tad confused and very aroused. I knew he was calculating the possibilities of his wildest dream coming true; his cock definitely showed how eager it was.

I took another step forward and stopped. The last ounce of reason and logic popped in my head. Should I do this? Should I cross the line? What would be the consequences of this? I then noticed Lucy smiling at me and that disarming smile quelled all my worries and I stepped right up.

I walked up to the bed and got on it. The guy was sitting on his shins on the bed and leaned back, thrusting his cock out as I approached him. I kneeled in front of him and lowered my head to his crotch. His cock was covered with a slimy red coloured condom. I could smell the sweet fragrance of strawberry and the stench of Lucy's juices.

Unmindful of where that cock had been minutes ago, I popped it in my mouth. I gobbled up inch after inch of his tool before reaching the base. In the frenzy and rush I ended up deep throating the guy; my first of many firsts that night. I didn't gag, didn't pull back; I simply stayed put feeling his cock head brush my throat.

I could taste the artificial sweetness of the lubricant and also the tangy, salty juices of Lucy. I pulled back, squeezing out the sweet lubricant and her juices off the condom and gulped it down. More than the sweetness, I liked the tangy flavour more and I was surprised at the conclusion. The rubbery feel of the condom was kind of a turn off and I pulled it off his cock and threw it away.

"I hope you have more covers." Lucy said as she saw her possessed room-mate take on her man of the night.

"Yeah...Aahhh..." He moaned after he replied. He moaned because I had started sucking his cock.

I didn't care if he had more condoms with him because the way his cock looked, I wanted to take him raw. He possessed a nice, long, thick sausage of meat.

He was circumcised and the big, bulbous, pink cock head glistened in the dim lights. His clean shaven cock appeared inviting and the beautiful, soft ball sack hung below his cock delicately.

The last cock I sucked was my ex boyfriends before that prick broke up with me. Abstinence for the entire year seemed to be paying off at the moment.

As I bobbed my head on his cock, I felt a hand on my head. For a moment I thought it was the guy's hand but then I realized that the hand was too small and soft to be his. 

From the corner of my eye I looked up to see Lucy kneeling next to us. She gently caressed my head as if encouraging me and praising me for the great blowjob I was giving. The guy surely was enjoying it as he moaned and grunted as I sucked his cock. 

I felt her other hand sliding down my back and on to my ass, my ass which had protruded as I kneeled, sucking the cock in front of me. Her gentle caresses didn't alarm me; in fact I wasn't repulsed because I was being sexually touched by another woman but rather I was turned on even more. Perhaps like the guy, I too had a latent sexual fantasy of a threesome and this was just the trigger. 

The Pandora box had opened and Lucy's touch made me wonder if I played on both sides of the fence; was I bisexual? I was still wearing my pants but her touch made me feel so naked, so vulnerable but so desirable.

I had been sucking this guy for a few minutes now and even though I loved having him in my mouth, I was getting desperate to have in my pussy. I withdrew and sat up. Lucy was right next to me, kneeling on the bed. She knew what I wanted and immediately started unbuttoning my shirt. 

The shirt was off a couple of seconds later and I stood up on the bed to take off my pants. I didn't have to bother with the trousers because she pulled off the button, unzipped the trouser and pulled down my pants and my panties in one swift stroke. 

She dug her face in my crotch and vocally inhaled my scent making me squirm. This move turned me on even more and I started believing that I was bisexual.

She pulled me down to face her before grabbing my face and kissing me. I was shocked at her sudden aggression but I composed myself a second later. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back. 

I was sure the guy's eyes were popping out right now and so was his cock. Seeing two naked girls make out is a turn on for any guy, including this one. I was making out with my best friend and roommate; something I thought I'd never do.

We broke the kiss and saw the guy next to us, stroking his cock furiously, watching us make out. Lucy smiled at me devilishly before she pushed the guy on the bed. I quickly mounted him, straightened his cock and pointed it at my pussy.

"Aaaaahhh...Finally!!..." I sighed, acknowledging the end of my dry run in the bedroom. The feel of a hard, wet cock sliding up my pussy was so amazing, so divine and so dirty.

"He's not wearing a condom!!" Lucy almost yelled at me.

"Ohh...Fuck it..." I snapped at her. Seeing me in that state, she too didn't bother me further. 

With his cock buried inside me to the hilt, I started gyrating my hips; moving forward and backward, side by side and circling my hips. I mixed up my hip movements beautifully to let his cock rub against my pussy walls.

My eyes were closed, my head thrown back and I relished those small orgasm bombs that exploded in my head. His hands which were holding my waist slowly slid down to my ass and he squeezed a handful of my fleshy, taut butt. I moaned and started riding him harder.

When I opened my eyes, Lucy was on the bed lying next to him, her head next to his. She was fingering herself as she watched me ride him. One hand played with her pussy while the other squeezed her petite, perky tits. 

I was drawing close to an orgasm, my first in months. He pulled me on to him and our faces were covered with my long, flowing hair. Behind the curtain of my hair, I could see his deep dark eyes, his flaring nostrils and his stubble. It was the first time I was really noticing him and he indeed was a handsome man and the way he was fucking me right now, no wonder Lucy brought him over.

I flipped my head and let my hair flow over my back. By now he was grabbing my ass and thrusting from below. I was moaning, Lucy was cooing, he was grunting and the bed was creaking as the ménage a trois got wilder.

He pulled my bra cup and pulled my boobs out, first the right and then the left. I then felt his tongue circling around my nipple before he sucked on it. I moaned from the multiple assaults on my senses. My boobs which had not been touched in a year were now getting the right attention and the treatment they deserved. My nipples hardened as the received the loving of this man, this stranger who I had willing got into bed with.

Lucy was right next to me watching me and masturbating. Her face was flushed and drops of sweat accumulated on her forehead before trickling down. I reached over to her and she did the same and our lips met. We chewed on each others lips as two lovers who had found each other. That moment, Katy Perry's song 'I kissed a girl and I liked it' came to my mind and I indeed liked it to the point that I wanted to keep doing it.

The fucking, the boobs sucking and the kiss pushed me off the edge. I screamed so loud that I was sure the whole building could hear me at that hour of the night.

"Aaaaahhhhhh...Yeahhhhh..Luccyyyyy!!" I screamed as my hips bucked and my body shivered and trembled from the massive orgasm.

I collapsed on him, huffing and panting from the biggest orgasm I had in a while. I was dazed, sweaty, tired but still horny. That one orgasm wasn't enough for me. I wanted more. He guessed it right and pushed me over him.

"Do you want him?" I asked her. After all, she had picked him up, hunted him down and I was gate crashing her party. 

"No...watching you is more fun!" She replied and giggled. I smiled back to in a way thanking her. 

I got on my fours on the bed. My back was arched, my head tilted back, my ass jutted outward and my legs were spread; I was the perfect bitch! He kneeled behind me like the alpha dog he was. I felt his cock rub against my slit a couple of times before he pushed his cock inside my waiting cunt.

"Aaahhh..." I sighed. I just couldn't get enough of this. I felt his large, rough hands on my soft butt as he started stroking me from behind. He was taking his time, setting his pace and moving back and forth, ploughing my pussy. He wasn't the only one moving back and forth; I too was matching his strokes expertly.

Lucy was lying on the bed near me, playing with her cunt. I tilted my head to see her glistening little twat and she realized that. She spread her legs giving me a clear view of her pussy and her fingering. She stopped fingering and moved in front of me. She lied down in front of me and her pussy was now just an inch away from my mouth.

She looked down at me in anticipation. The hard strokes from behind pushed me towards her waiting cunt and my lips brushed her nether lips with each hard thrust. I looked up at her and our eyes met. My mind was blank but I opened my mouth and placed it on her pussy. 

"Aaaiiii..." She moaned as I darted my tongue at her pussy. Being a woman myself I knew exactly how a pussy is to be treated and I did exactly that. Lucy moaned and gyrated her pussy against my face as she enjoyed the oral attention I was giving her. I was surprised that I too was enjoying eating a woman's vagina. That's it...I am a bisexual!

Watching me lick her pussy gave him a kick as he started fucking me harder. My tongue darted inside her pussy as he fucked me faster and harder.

As the orgasm drew close, I raised my head and moans after moans escaped my open mouth. Lucy raised her hip and pushed it against her mouth. 

She too was close to an orgasm and didn't want to loose it. I grabbed her ass from under and licked her. She was moaning, her high pitched shrill reverberated through the room. My moans were perhaps equally loud but were muffled by her love hole.

I was surprised that the guy still hadn't cum. When I walked in he was fucking her; that means foreplay had happened and now after fucking me for a several minutes and watching two women kissing and licking each other this guy still wasn't cumming. 

Lucy and I were closing in on our orgasms and the way this guy was grunting and thrusting, he wasn't far away too. As I bit down on Lucy's clit, she screamed and came. I was hit by a jet of sticky liquid and I knew what had happened. She had squirted.

The whole idea of this encounter and the way Lucy behaved pushed me off the edge to and I came. Lucy's pussy was no more covering my mouth and I too screamed loudly as the orgasm swept over me. Through my orgasm he hadn't stopped pumping, in fact he fucked me harder as I came, making my orgasm even bigger and stronger.

I was still on my fours but my face was lying flat on the bed. I was exhausted but very satisfied. The guy kept fucking me but I wasn't mentally there now.

"I am gonna cum." He grunted with a sense of urgency in his voice. I looked back at him as he pulled out of me. The next moment Lucy pulled me towards her and I was literally lying in her arms. The guy crawled up to us, holding his cock tightly in his hand.

He kneeled right in front of us and gently stroked his cock. I looked at Lucy and she winked at me. I looked up to him and I saw an expression of urgency and anticipation. I just went with the flow and opened my mouth; I couldn't believe that I was opening a mouth to a cock which was an inch away from my mouth and was about to burst but I did.

Seeing my mouth open and tongue sticking out, he started stroking his cock harder. I saw the piss slit widening and contracting with each urgent stroke. It was just moments away but those moments seemed like an eternity. I looked up at him and then looked at his cock.

He groaned loudly and as if in slow motion, I saw a thick jet of cum spurt out of his cock and fly at me. It landed right on my lip and the splatter going inside my mouth. The next one flew right inside my mouth, landing on my tongue. The next couple of them hit my eye, blinding me. I couldn't see now but I could still feel his cum landing on my pretty face.

The subsequent jets landed on my tits signaling the end of the cum bombardment. The whole thing seemed unreal. Lucy got busy right then, licking off the cum of my face and body.

"Kavya..This is Imran. Imran...meet my roommate Kavya." Lucy said as she introduced us. 

"Lucy, Kavya & Imram; perfect example of secularism.' I thought as I sighed, catching my breath.

I knew the whole encounter lasted only a few minutes but those minutes seemed like an eternity. I knew I had changed forever and so did Lucy. We acknowledged that with a kiss and the guy lit a cigarette watching us make out again.




Ménage a Trois



"It is getting late. You have office tomorrow." Lucy said.

"No...I have a day off." I replied with a knowing smile.

"Aah...So do I!" She replied with the devilish kinky smile. We both looked at Imran and he smiled back.

"I can always call in sick." He said and shrugged his shoulders. Lucy and I giggled, knowing what was to follow.

"I hope you have more covers." Lucy asked him yet again.

"I don't think we are going to need them." I said pulling him between us.

The End...



Menage A Trois



The scene is an upscale out-of-town restaurant. You and Keith are out together for an evening meal at your suggestion. A guy sits at a table opposite, eating alone – it is me. You are wearing a very revealing and sexy low cut top and very short skirt, which exposes your body and legs to the gaze of everyone in the restaurant. You feel good and want and demand attention from everyone around.

As we prearranged, I make eye contact with you across the restaurant and you pretend to be surprised at my interest in you; and quietly tell Keith. He turns his head to look at me and I smile at you both. He turns back and tells you to play up to me – and for some time we continue to make frequent eye contact across the restaurant. You talk to Keith telling him you feel horny for me, which arouses him. He tells you he wants to watch you having sex with someone else, a stranger, which you know has always been one of his strongest fantasies. The thought now excites him intensely.

Eventually you both get up to leave – Keith drops a note on my table as he passes. I open the folded paper to see the words ‘follow us’. I quickly pay the check and walk to the darkened parking lot; your car is parked with its lights on and engine running and I see that you are both sitting there, waiting for me. Keith flashes the headlights momentarily. 

I follow your car out of the parking lot and onto the main highway leading back into town; we drive for around 20 minutes and eventually pull up at your house, which is in darkness. Without waiting to see me you disappear quickly into the house and Keith comes around and we introduce each other; he says you would like to meet me.

We go into the house together and Keith closes and locks the door behind us. He says he’s going to fix drinks and adds ‘why don’t you go and say hello to Kathy – she’s in there’, pointing to the door to the living room. 

You are in the living room sitting on a low sofa and looking very sexy. ‘Hello’, you say as we both smile at one another, knowingly! ‘Hi, nice to meet you Kathy’, I reply, pretending it’s the first time we’ve met. 

You gesture for me to sit in chair opposite the sofa and Keith comes in with drinks. ‘I see you’ve introduced yourselves?’ he says. He sits on the sofa next to you; his arm around you pulling you closer to him but all the time managing successfully to disturb your flimsy top and skirt to reveal more of your body to me!

We small talk for a while; you move restlessly on the sofa, opening and closing your legs. Keith watches my reaction as the sight of you turns me on more and more. I watch the outline of your full breasts as they press, heaving, against the thin fabric of your top.

‘You know David, Kathy is a very good dancer’ says Keith – he puts on a cd. You get up from the sofa and start to Lap-dance in front of Keith as he watches you and then me. You lift your skirt to show me you’re wearing nothing underneath. Keith’s hands move seductively around your naked ass while you bump and grind in time with the beat of the music. I watch from across the room as Keith’s eyes narrow, switching from you to me and back again continuously.

‘Why don’t you dance for David, Kathy?’ he says. Obediently, you smile, turn and come across to where I’m sitting – the music beats out as you dance in front of me; you lift and flap your skirt teasingly and caress your body suggestively with your hands as you move, pulling your hair upwards at the back, our eyes locked together.

Keith watches intently from the sofa as you move closer to me – your body now only inches away from my face. I look at Keith and I can sense that he is excited and turned on by the sight of us so close together; he nods in assent and my hands touch your moving body – first over and then under your skirt and around your naked ass. Your skin feels soft under the touch of my fingertips. 

Smiling seductively you dance now between my open legs, sensing my obvious excitement. You turn your head to Keith as if performing for him; he watches as you kneel on the chair and straddle me, lowering yourself onto my lap and grinding into me. Your body is still moving to the music, your hands pull me into you; for the first time you feel beneath you the power of my cock in my pants that now aches so much for you.

Leaning back, you touch a finger to your lips, close your eyes and take it gently into the heat of your mouth, wetting it with your hungry tongue. You remove the finger and trace your lips with it teasingly.

You use both hands to travel the length of your upper body: your stomach, your waist and the roundness of your beautiful breasts, taking time to trace your nipples in teasing circles, unseen beneath your flimsy top; the bedroom fills with the intense sensuality of your excitement at your touch.


‘Why don’t we get more comfortable?’ says Keith, ‘Kathy, show David where the bedroom is while I get us more drinks’. Smiling knowingly, he disappears again into the kitchen.

You take my hand and lead me to your bedroom; the room is lit by candlelight and the walls are covered in provocative and sensual pictures of men and women. The scent of the room from the aromatic candles and the perfume on your neck and in your hair is intoxicating. You pull the bedcover back and turn to embrace me – my hands are all over you. You press yourself into me as I grab your ass and we kiss, soft at first but then harder and more intensely as the excitement we both feel begins to build. 

Keith comes in with a bottle of Moet and three glasses. ‘I see you two are getting acquainted!’ he says, as he quickly pops the cork and pours the champagne. You break away from me and smile, walk across to Keith and kiss him passionately in front of me before pushing him down onto the bed where you lay on top of him, still locked in a deep kiss. Your skirt now barely covers you – Keith’s hands lift your skirt up deliberately exposing your soft ass to my view. He watches my reaction as with his eyes open, he continues to kiss you deeply.

You sit astride Keith and pull your top off – the hard nipples of your naked breasts stand out as you become more sexually aroused. You rotate your hips, grinding yourself down onto him and gyrating to the music still playing in the living room; as you move, your arms held high above your head expose and accentuate the roundness of your breasts and pert nipples as Keith reaches up and caresses them with both hands.

‘What do you want, Kathy?’ he says, his question full of innuendo and meaning. ‘I want you’, you whisper, looking into his eyes, your voice heavy with passion, ‘and I want him - I want his cock; please Keith?’

Keith looks at me standing at the foot of the bed and gestures for me to join you both on the bed – as I walk around I pause at the side of the bed, uncertain; you reach over to reassure me and stroke my body with your hands, feeling my bulging cock while Keith watches you and me intently. Keith’s hands move under you as you lift up – his fingers slick with the juices now pouring from your aching pussy. 

He senses the quickening of your breath as you unbutton my pants and slip your hand inside to grasp my cock. ‘Mmmmm’ you murmur, smiling as your fingers close tightly around the shaft. 

I quickly peel my shirt off and slip my pants down, kicking them off; you look down at my cock now throbbing and growing in front of your eyes and lick your lips in anticipation. ‘Oh Keith, I want that now – please?’ you plead. Rolling off Keith’s body you lie face down in the centre of the bed, your eyes never leaving my cock. Reaching under you, Keith slips your skirt finally off to leave you completely naked; you feel his hands on you as you lie there, before us, waiting.

‘David, why don’t you give her what she wants? I’m sure she’s ready for some fun’, says Keith; I kneel down next to you as you lift your head and grasp my cock. Pulling it closer you open your mouth and take my cock to your wet lips; Keith watches intently from the other side of the bed as your tongue flicks and licks the tip of my cock before your lips close around it. Your head begins to move up and down as your mouth begins to take my cock deeper into its warm and wet interior with every successive stroke. At that moment my whole body seems bathed in ecstasy; my eyes close as I feel your mouth around me and I instinctively throw my head back as I moan ‘Mmmmm’. 

Keith’s excitement grows as his fingers continue to play with you from behind; your own breathing becomes heavier again. You open yourself to his touch as his hands part your thighs to allow him greater penetration and access as now between your splayed legs, his hands grasping your ass, he lowers his mouth onto you; the tip of his tongue lapping the soft wetness under your legs, first teasing the outer folds of your pussy but yet eagerly searching for your clitoris. He pulls your hips upwards and you lift your ass higher for him, opening your legs wider to heighten your intense pleasure. 

I sense the deeper, faster and more urgent attention of your mouth on my cock as Keith’s tongue explores you beneath. Your hand pulls down hard on my shaft stiffening my cock even more as you plunge it again and again into the depths of your throat. 

Your tongue licks and coaxes drops of my precum as they emerge from my cock. ‘Mmmmm’, you moan, as you taste yet another droplet of the sweet fluid on your tongue. You sense from my heavy breathing that you will not have to wait too long before more sweetness flows from me. 

Suddenly your body shakes almost uncontrollably as Keith’s tongue finds your sensitive G-spot and you gasp ‘Oh, Keith, yes, yes!’ as his tongue probes and explores the surface of your clitoris, bringing you quickly to your first orgasm. 

Your fingers grip my cock tightly as along its length your lips feel a tingling sensation; the approach of my own climax. ‘Mmmmm’ you murmur again as you taste another small pulse of precum in your mouth and I feel the movement of your soft tongue on me as it hungrily licks the tip of my cock.

The pace of your breathing begins to slow momentarily as you desperately seek to control the orgasm which we both know is building quickly within me; your lips release their grip as my throbbing cock emerges from your mouth, wet with the combined juices of your saliva and my precum. You look up at me smiling as Keith’s tongue continues to play with you beneath, his head only just visible between your legs. 

The intensity of our lovemaking subsides slightly and Keith lifts himself from between your legs and off the bed. He looks down at us still kneeling together on the crumpled sheets and takes off his shirt as you reach across and feel the power of his cock still inside his pants; unbuttoning them you slip your hand inside to grasp him. ‘Mmmmm, Keith’, you purr. 

His cock is really hard and throbs excitedly as he kneels beside you caressing your naked thighs and watching you as your breathing steadily becomes less laboured and intense. You sit up and touch him, wanting him; he senses your arousal and kisses you hard, forcing his tongue deep into your mouth. 

You lie back between us – Keith and I kneel either side of your head as you grasp a cock in each hand alternately turning to take each one in your mouth, your lips closing around its head and your tongue teasing across its sensitive surface. Keith and I watch as you take each cock more deeply, your lips wet with saliva and precum, which now oozes from both our cocks. Our eyes close as respectively our turn approaches again; the sensation your tongue creates drives us both wild with desire and wanting.

Keith gently pulls your legs apart as your body arches upwards as if silently demanding to be touched – he gestures for me to touch you and together our hands caress your breasts, your stomach and between your open legs. You fix your eyes on Keith as he quickly finds your clitoris and his fingertip teases across it as your body writhes below us again in ecstasy. My fingers become entwined with his as we both explore and pleasure you together. You are so very wet now. ‘See what you guys do to me?’ you say in a low whisper, looking up at us both.

‘I think she’s ready, don’t you David? says Keith. We both sense your body stiffen with anticipation of what is to come. 

Eagerly now, you release my cock from your grasp, still holding Keith’s tightly between your fingers; I move between your open and outstretched legs, my cock throbbing. Keith watches excitedly as I position a pillow under your ass that you lift slightly at my whispered command. 

Kneeling, I push my shaft gently at the entrance of your pussy which seems to open almost instinctively as I guide my cock to you; the juices from you lubricating its head as it slips easily in. ‘Mmmmm – oh yes! David!’ you murmur as my cock plunges inside your warm wet pussy. 

You turn to Keith and, watching him, take his cock deeper into your mouth as mine descends ever deeper in and out between your legs. Your hand caresses Keith’s balls as you pull him closer to you and our bodies move together. The heavy sound of our lovemaking reaches a pitch and reverberates around the stillness of the candlelit room. 

Holding you close and without withdrawing, I roll back on the bed with you now on top of me and Keith continues to watch transfixed as we kiss passionately only inches away, my stiff cock still embedded deep within in you. He reaches across to the bedside drawer and takes out a small bottle of lubricant and a vibrator. 

Kneeling between our legs he pours a small droplet of lubricant between your ass-cheeks; you feel the coolness of the liquid as it slowly runs down between them, tracing its path on your skin with a glistening coating. Keith positions himself and massages the slippery fluid between your ass-cheeks pausing at the entrance to your asshole and gently probing with his finger to relax the tight muscle. His index finger slips in as you begin to open yourself to his touch. ‘Mmmmm, Keith, yes – please’, you pant excitedly. 

You hear him switch the vibrator on and your body tenses, waiting. The dildo hums almost silently in his hand as he draws it slowly up and down between your ass-cheeks, liberally coated with lubricant now warmed from the heat of your body. 

Still kissing, your tongue darts excitedly in and out of my mouth as Keith continues to prepare you for even greater pleasure; your breathing quickens again as the smooth slick tip of the vibrator presses against the muscle and enters your asshole, gently easing the muscles wider apart. ‘Ooohhhhh’, you moan, suddenly breaking away from our kiss to gasp for air as inside your pussy, my cock feels the closeness of the vibrator penetrating deeper. 

Excitedly, Keith gestures for me to hold your ass-cheeks open – I pull them gently but firmly apart to expose you completely as he positions himself closer in and pushes his cock against the tight muscle of your asshole as if demanding entry; the engorged head of his cock presses slowly at first, just an inch, but then deeper. He withdraws himself to encourage the muscle to relax before plunging his cock deeper again.

‘Mmmmm, Ooohhhhh, Keith!’ you moan, as you feel the exquisite sensation of two cocks inside you for the first time. Keith penetrates deeper; you are wild with excitement as seemingly every part of your body begins to pulse with delicious sensations. 

Keith grabs your hips, pulling himself deeper and deeper into you with each successive thrust. He gestures to me for us to roll over slowly together, so that he is underneath and you become sandwiched between us – our throbbing cocks still deeply embedded in you. 

We move slowly over, your open eyes locked into mine as you lie between us, feeling us deep within you. Keith’s cock now pressing upwards and mine downwards as we both begin to move alternately – first Keith pushes his cock up into your asshole while mine withdraws from the depths of your pussy, then my cock thrusts in again while his withdraws; neither cock actually withdrawing entirely from you before plunging in again.

We settle into a rhythm; your arms tighten around me as each thrust brings new sensations, which ripple continuously through your body. Your open mouth screams delight as your tongue excitedly darts in and out playing with mine in unison with the two cocks that penetrate you, yet unseen, deeper below. At last your muscles relax as you near release and as your orgasm approaches, your breathing now quickens almost uncontrollably. 

We move faster now, your body jerking between us as at last, we explode simultaneously inside you. You gasp as hot creamy semen pulses into you, filling you and washing a warm sensation into every part of you. ‘Ooohhhhh’ yes, yes, yes’!! 

The almost unimaginable sensations we all feel gradually subside and for a while we lie, heaving and exhausted still locked together on the bed. Eventually, you sense the two cocks within you begin to soften inside you as each in turn slips out, emerging glistening and streaked with our juices which now pour freely from beneath you, onto the crumpled bed sheets. 

We collapse apart, leaving you lying between us; ‘Mmmmm, that was so good’ you say, ‘but I want more, please guys?’ Now where are those wonderful little blue pills?’

Askew Money
August 2002



Menage a Trois



Karen sat quietly on the edge of the bed waiting. They would be here in just a few moments and she wanted to calm her beating heart. She was about to meet her best friend's latest lover. After weeks of hearing about him and being amazed by all the talk of raw sex and positions and role playing, she was excited and a bit afraid. How had she gotten herself into this? She was a very quiet person and just a bit reserved. Mandy was so different. She was wild and daring and wasn't shy about telling Karen all the things she did with her various boyfriends. She was constantly telling Karen to join her in a bit of fun, that it would be so easy to set something up. Well, here she was waiting for her friend, Mandy, and Mandy's lover David. Karen knew that the evening would not end with the three of them sitting around the living room drinking wine. So here she sat with a pounding heart and almost eager anticipation. 

A knock at the door announced their arrival. Moving swiftly across the room Karen opened the door to see Mandy standing there with a silk scarf dangling from her fingers. Mandy smiled, lifted the scarf and indicated that Karen should turn around. Quickly covering the expectant and slightly fearful eyes of the young woman, Mandy pressed herself against Karen, and with her heady scent filling the air around them slowly and sensuously licked the tip of Karen's ear and whispered that this night would be a night of erotic discovery and pleasure. 

As Karen was guided back into the room she sensed another presence entering and knew it must be David. Suddenly strong hands were gripping her arms to her sides. A sexy male voice said that he would be in complete control and she was to do as he said. With that he pulled her roughly to him and pressed his lips against hers with such intensity that for a moment she was unaware of anything else in the world. His tongue plunged into her mouth with determination and command. She felt his hand stroke her breast through the thin blouse she wore. Her nipples immediately hardened and began to tingle. His thumb found a nipple and began to circle around it through her blouse. The next thing she felt was Mandy sliding the zipper of her skirt down. With slow movements the skirt was removed and then her panties. Hands began to massage and kneed the cheeks of her ass. David began to move his lips down to her jaw line, then to the hollow of her throat. His hands carefully unbuttoned her blouse exposing her full breasts and tight rosebud nipples. He fastened his mouth on a nipple and she groaned in pleasure. 

Suddenly Karen felt David's arms reach around her and she was lifted off the floor. As she was carried to the bed she wondered what Mandy was doing. David gently placed Karen on the bed and the next thing she felt was Mandy's hands beginning to tie more silk scarves around her wrists and ankles. In just moments she was tied to the bed with her legs spread wide apart. After a few moments of hearing the sounds of clothing being removed, she felt the bed sag as David sat beside her. Again Karen felt his mouth fasten on her nipple and as she arched her back to bring her breast closer to his mouth she felt Mandy's tongue begin to lick her gleaming wet lips. As the tongue circled around her clit she felt a finger dip into her wetness and then gently press against her tight ass. Ever so slowly the finger was pushed in, aided by her juices. Karen opened her mouth with a gasp and as if waiting for that very moment David straddled her head and put his rock hard cock into her mouth. It felt as if she were on fire as all her orifices were filled.

Karen sucked David's cock as if it were the best piece of candy she had ever had. He filled her mouth and the taste of him was so very sweet. The pleasure that she was feeling as Mandy finger fucked her ass and the feel of her tongue circling her clit was more than she could bear. Suddenly everything was removed, David's cock, Mandy's finger and tongue. 

With a suddenness that surprised her Karen felt Mandy's sweet honey pot descend upon her mouth. With a hunger she slipped her tongue into the wetness that she found there. As Karen slid her tongue into Mandy she felt David's cock push against her wet, eager pussy. With a pounding desire she opened to him and his shaft pushed deep into her. 

Their bodies moved in rhythm to the pounding of their hearts. Never before had she felt such erotic pleasure. The feel of David's cock as it moved in and out of her and the taste and feel of Mandy's sweet thatch added to the need for release. Karen could feel Mandy's orgasm begin to build and David's cock seemed to grow within her, bringing her to center on her need for release. As Karen felt David explode within her she felt Mandy's shutters and groans of release also. With a gasp Karen arched her hips toward David and with a deep thrust she felt the glorious sensation of release in every atom of her body.

After a few moments in the afterglow of complete satisfaction Mandy and David moved away from Karen and quietly dressed. With kisses and soft words of comfort and love they loosened her bonds and Karen curled onto her side and slipped off to sleep with a sweet smile upon her face.

In the morning Karen would find a note pinned to the pillow saying "Next time we tie David up." 



Menage a Trois



SOPHIE SHIVERED WITH THE COLD. It was no surprise to her, it was snowing outside and she was in a room with no heating. Excitement was also starting to take over her body. Tonight was the first time she had wanted to try this.

Sophie's hair was dark, curly and hung just below her shoulders. She was naked. The tribal tattoos on her spine and upper arm highlighted her exotic looks. Her piercing in her naval shone silver in the lowered light that hazed through the room.

Her breasts were a slight 32B, with soft round nipples that were only a fraction darker than her skin tone. Her hands were bound behind her back with a cable tie. Sophie looked up across the room to glance briefly at Mike -- it was his advert she'd replied to from the newspaper -- and then her eyes moved to Mike's friend Dan, who appeared to be less assertive with his presence.

Both men were also naked. Mike was six foot tall and had short, cropped brown hair. His eyes were dark and glinted with certain devilishness. He wore a neatly trimmed goatee beard, and had a healthy, toned body that rippled with strength. Mike had both of his nipples pierced, as well as a piercing in his eyebrow and his tongue. His shoulder blades were covered with a large tattoo that started at the base of his neck and looked vaguely Celtic in origin. Mike sported an enormous erection that looked to measure 9 inches long. 

Dan was of a lesser build than his counterpart. He was just less than six foot tall and had blonde hair. His face was clean-shaven and his body sported a thick growth of hair. He had no tattoos. Dan's penis stood to attention also, but had more thickness to it than length.

"Sophie, tonight you are my property. You will do as I say. You are here because you want to be here, and you wish to find a new level of enjoyment," came the words softly from Dan's mouth, but with a firm sense of authority.

"As you wish, Master." Sophie quivered with an excitement she hadn't experienced before.

"You will discover that Dan here also follows my instructions, so that he can get his fair share of enjoyment." Sophie nodded to show her trust. A smile gently formed across Dan's face.

Mike moved nearer to Sophie, and from the corner of her eye she noticed Dan begin to play with himself. Mike motioned with his hand for him to stop and then firmly gripped Sophie's chin, stroking his hand down to her throat;

"Suck my cock bitch!" Mike moved his hand from Sophie's throat to her hair and forced her down onto his erection. Sophie began to move up and down with her lips, whilst breathing through flared nostrils. She began to gag as Mike pushed her further down his length. Dan moved from his corner to stand behind Sophie and her master.

"I want you to finger her pussy Dan. Let her know she is our toy." Sophie let out a gasp as she felt Dan's two fingers forced between her legs whilst still bobbing up and down on Mike's cock. Her face was already burning with the excitement. Adrenalin was pumping around her body, making her feel every last movement of Dan's fingers inside her shaven pussy. Mike pulled Sophie's head from his cock and gripped her shoulder firmly. His erection bounced off his washboard stomach as he did so.

"Tell me what you want me to do Master" whispered Sophie, looking down to the floor. She gasped in between words as the shorter man massaged her clitoris from behind. Her orgasm was already starting and they had only just started for the evening.

"Dan, I want this whore on your lap, so your cock is hard in her ass. Then she will feel me inside her cunt. Have you ever had two cocks in you at once?" Sophie shook her head as she stood and bent her knees slightly. She let out a squeal of pain as she felt her asshole being violated. A smile quickly replaced the look of shock.

"Lie down, the pair of you!" barked Mike. Being careful not to dislodge Dan's cock from her ass, Sophie lay backwards as Dan made himself comfortable on the floor. Mike pushed open Sophie's legs and buried his face between her lips. The excitement of not knowing what was to happen caused her pussy to leak its juices. Mike could smell her excitement and began to lap it up with his tongue, circling it expertly over her clitoris before gently biting its tip with the edge of his teeth. He could see Sophie was enjoying this, as her face and chest became more flushed. He returned his tongue between her labia and continued to lick her like an ice cream cone. He slowly moved his tongue further up her body, over her stomach, towards her now erect nipples. He began to circle his tongue around them as he had done previously with her clitoris. Sophie was writhing in ecstasy as this stranger continued to excite and over power her, all she could think about was taking his 9 inch cock deep inside her. She wanted to feel all of him rubbing against her inner walls. Mike guessed this was what she wanted and continued to tease her with his tongue, rubbing his index finger over her clitoris at the same time,

"Are you ready, slave? Do you want my cock in your pussy the same as Dan's is in your ass?"

"Yes, Master, I want you deep inside me!"

Mike stood up and moved his hands to her breasts, pushing his erection into her pussy with force,

"Nice and tight, just the way I like it," growled Mike as he and Dan began to move their hips in a circular motion, pushing and pulling their cocks in and out of their respective entrances. Sophie's body began to spasm in delight as she could feel her orgasm building up inside her. Her breathing became fast, she had no control over her body as her hands were still tied and these two hard cocks violated and pleasured her all at the same time. As she lost control she began to let out loud gasps of rushed breath.

Mike began to speed up his assault on her pussy as her inner muscles gripped tightly onto his cock. Dan pulled out of her ass and stood over her,

"I'm gonna cum, Mike," he breathed out as he stood,

"Cum in her mouth. Make her finish you with her tongue." On this command Dan grabbed Sophie's hair and pulled her face backwards. Obligingly, she opened her mouth and took him whole, and began to roll her tongue around the tip of his throbbing cock. Dan began to stroke the base as he felt his explosion building up. As he came, he let out a loud, breathless grunt. The orgasm spasmed through his body, making his legs shake as her exploded deep into Sophie's throat, he pulled away and sat down to watch as the other two continued with their fucking. Sophie tilted her head back towards Mike; Dan's cum dripping down her face,

"Eat it all, slut," commanded Mike, knowing that Sophie could only use her tongue to do this. She moved her tongue around her chin and her cheeks, drinking in the sperm that covered her face. Her clitoris was taking a pounding from Mike's powerful cock, he definitely has stamina, she thought to herself. Finishing the task she had been given she looked back up to her master and began to beg for him to come in her mouth as well, Mike slapped her face in response,

"You do as I say, whore, not what you want. I might not want to come in your mouth. I might want to fill your cunt with my come," he moved his hips faster, causing another wave of orgasm to flood Sophie's body with her clitoris at its epicentre. Her whole body bucked as the excitement spread through her like a fire, vibrating off everything that came in its way. She could feel Mike explode inside her pussy as he came, firing millions of thousands of sperm deep inside her.

Mike pulled out and stood over his subject, who had now fallen to floor unable to move as her body spasmed hard with orgasm after orgasm,

"Just for speaking out of place it is only right that you suffer the consequences. You will learn what happens to naughty girls who speak against their Master's wishes," he slapped her face once more, his large spade-like hands leaving a red imprint on her cheek,

"Now slut, I want you to sit their and accept your punishment like a good girl, and maybe you will redeem yourself," hissed Mike as he stood over her limp, orgasm-fuelled body. He gripped his penis with his left hand and began to piss all over her. The liquid felt warm as it splashed over Sophie's body, making her spasm more and more as her sensitive body began crying out for no more. She had reached the height of her stimulation and every last movement, breath and feeling was intensified into a series of spasming multiple orgasms. Sophie had never felt this good before and wanted more.

"There, bitch, that's what you get for trying to give me orders. Do you feel you can do as you're told now, my sweet?" Sophie nodded breathlessly, her face, chest and pussy deep red with excitement. Mike smiled his approval and walked over to Dan, who had begun to become aroused once more watching his friend urinate all over his subject,

"Untie her hands Dan." Dan walked over to the drawer at the side of the room, his penis erect once more, and took a pair of scissors from it and cut free the cable tie around Sophie's wrists.

"What do you want me to do Master? Name it and I will do it to please you," Sophie almost screamed as her body continued to spasm,

"I want you to wank him off as I watch you." Willingly, Sophie began to rub Dan's cock as she gripped it firmly, causing it to harden quicker. She gripped it with both hands and pulled and rubbed Dan's cock with an excited energy. She could feel her juices running down the inside of her legs as it leaked form her orgasming earlier. She quickened her pace as she heard Dan's breathing become shallower and quicker once more. Without warning he exploded in her face once more, forcing Sophie to let go of his cock and catch the sperm as it dripped from her face. Dan collapsed to the floor, unable to move as his body realised he'd just cum twice in such a short space of time.

Sophie returned her gaze to Mike, who now also had become hard one more time.

"Now, miss, you can suck it. But I want you to play with your cunt and with your clit as you do!" Subordinately, Sophie did as she was told, quickly taking his 9 inches into her mouth and bobbing up and down on it the way she had before, only this time at a faster pace. She looked up and could see the delight in Mike's eyes as she circled her finger tips around her swollen bud and watched as his face screw up with spasm. He quickly shot his load once again, only this time down her throat. Sophie swallowed all of his produce with an eagerness that was brought on by her excitement. Mike dropped to his knees as she did so, and placed his fingers inside her again,

"You have redeemed yourself whore. Your Master is very impressed. . ."



Menage a Trois



It was while I was dating my Native American fiancée, Jill. We have had a number of dates with heavy petting, feeling her pussy and my dick at various places like cars, at the theater, in the park, etc. This particular evening we were at her parent's singlewide mobile home. We visited a while, and shared a few slices of cake and ice cream. 

Her parents went to bed early to give us some time together. Now this home has an open kitchen/living room plan, with the couch set so one could see through the kitchen area, down the short hall to the master bedroom. We were sitting on the couch kissing deeply, our hands wandering under clothing, feeling the deliciously warm flesh, as my dick swelled in excitement within Jill's hand, and my fingers inside her wet pussy feeling for the clitoris.

After a few moments, we ceased our kissing, and got down to business of stimulating our sex. Jill unfastened my belt and opened my pants to reveal my dick, oozing precum. She shifted up in her seat, allowing me to work her skirt up, exposing her bare bottom, and naked pussy, as she wasn't wearing her panties that evening. Our breathing became more labored as I fingered into her wet pussy, feeling the hardened clit, as Jill continued fondling my dick, precum oozing down its head onto her fingers.

Jill shifted several times on her hip, working her skirt off her bare butt, exposing more of her brown thighs, and opening her reddening pussy, glistening with desire. She pulled my dick closer to her pussy. I leaned, sliding forward, until my dick was resting at her pussy's lips, waiting for the initial thrust inside for the first time. Her blouse was unbuttoned a couple of times at the top, and her nipples were tenting her bra.

The door to the bedroom opened, and we jumped to straighten up our postures as to show that we weren't doing anything. Jill stood her skirt dropping into place. I seized a throw cushion nearby and propped it onto my lap, covering my bare dick. 

"I'm sorry," her mother, Sue, said, noticing our reactions. "I needed to take something so I can get to sleep, as I'm having my period."

I was surprised at her unashamed reference to her menstruation, as most ladies usually doesn't mention it to just anyone at any time. I noticed she was wearing a short nightgown, quite thin that it was apparent that she was naked underneath. She carried a glass of water to the chair and sat, crossing her legs. She was not bad looking for a lady in her 50's, with almost athletic physique that belied the fact she had borne four kids and adopted fifth one, which was my fiancé.

Jill sat back down next to me, in a bit of embarrassed silence. I noticed her mother's nipples were surrounded by its areolas, becoming more pronounced. My dick was still swollen uncomfortably, trapped by the cushion, against the fly of my jeans. Sue placed the emptied glass of water on the small accent table beside the chair. "I'm sorry that I interrupted you guys."

"It's okay Mom, we weren't doing anything much." Jill answered.

Sue smiled. "I've did a lot back in my days, with boys, and with Charles." She uncrossed her legs, and I caught a glimpse of her crotch which seemed to be shaved. Sue leaned forward. "In fact, I think I was pregnant with Amy when Charles and I got married."

Jill showed her surprise at that. "Really, Mom?"

"Yes, as you know she was born 9 months into our marriage, but we had some sex the night after my bachelorette party, a few days before the wedding."

"Goodness, Mom! I didn't think you were like that! Exclaimed Jill.

"Oh yes, I was pretty wild back in my 20's, and the boys just didn't leave me alone back then." Sue was tugging a bit at the hem of her nightgown, obviously becoming embarrassed as she became aware of the direction her conversation was going with me sitting there. "I always made sure they had a condom or two though. The Pill wasn't as common and widespread back then as it is now."

"I guess Daddy didn't have one that night then." said Jill, as she settled back into her seat besides me, and rested her hand atop the cushion parked on my lap. My dick was slowly settling down, sliding in the precum smeared on the cushion and my jeans.

"No," admitted her mother, as she stood. I noticed that her pubic was indeed shaved, as the lamp illuminated her crotch, shining through the thin material of her gown. "Since we were about to get married, we thought it didn't matter."

As Sue went across the kitchen, she paused and told us, "You guys are pretty mature for your age, and you know about sex. So it's okay to make out here if you want." With that, she turned and went into the bedroom.

Jill and I sat there in silence, as my dick relaxed, and I removed the cushion from it. Jill looked at my flaccid dick, its head smeared with precum, then reached for it. "So Mom is pretty much okay with us doing this." commented Jill, as she bent to lick my precum off.

I leaned back in my seat as my dick began to grow again while Jill stimulated it with her tongue. She stood before me and I hugged her body, working my hands under her skirt again, feeling for the bare pussy, still wet with her desire.

Jill turned and held her skirt up as she straddled my legs, and lowered herself onto my lap, as we guided my dick into her wet pussy, until it was fully inside, and she rested on my lap. I still had my hands inside her skirt, feeling her soft butt cheeks as her pussy molded itself to my dick. The bedroom door opened again, and Jill's father walked into the kitchen, wearing his boxers. He noticed Jill sitting on my lap and nodded. Still without a word, he retrieved a bottle from the refrigerator and went back to the bedroom,

After the door closed, I slid my hands up her waist to Jill's breasts, pushing up her bra. "Unfasten it." she told me. I slid my hands around to her back and found the fasteners and slipped them apart. Jill unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and shrugged it off her shoulders. I slipped the straps of her shoulders and the cups fell off her breasts, baring her nipples with its dark areolas. I embraced her, feeing her taut nipples between my fingers, squeezing them, as my palms cupped the rest of her breasts, and noted its softness and weight.

My dick was luxuriating itself inside her deliciously warm and wet pussy, as some of my precum, mingled with her juice trickled from the folds of her pussy lips down the shaft of my dick into the hairs and skin enveloping my balls. I felt her soft butt cheeks against my lap, as she began to bounce herself lightly, making my dick to slide up and down her pussy. We did this for a few moments until I thought my dick was going to explode, and started to warn Jill that I was about to cum, when the bedroom door opened again.

Jill froze, and grabbed at my hands cupping her breasts, as to hide them. Her mother walked in and placed the emptied bottle on the counter. She noticed that Jill and I was clutching at her breasts and smiled. "Its okay." she said, as she crossed the floor from the kitchen area into the living room.

Sue settled herself on the arm of a chair, as Jill and I continued to cup Jill's bare breasts in our hands. "Charles had trouble sleeping, so he had to get a drink to relax him, then he wanted to have sex, so by the time he got his cum into me, he fell asleep!" she giggled. 

My dick was growing hard again within Jill's pussy at her mother's unashamed reference to having sex, as Jill's hands relaxed a bit against mine's, still holding her breasts. "It's okay Jill; you can keep riding him, if you want." Said her mother, as she got off the chair. "In fact, I'd like to help, if you want."

"Mom....." began Jill, as her mother came over to the couch and knelt in front of us. 

Sue began to untie my shoes and pulled them off my feet. As she was bent over my feet, I could see down inside her gown and noticed her naked titties, with its larger, pinker areolas, and quite prominent nipples protruding from them. After she had worked my shoes off, Sue tugged at the cuffs of my pants as I rose slightly from my seat, with Jill still on my lap, dick inside her wonderful pussy. The pants slid down my legs, and Sue dropped them on top of my shoes nearby. "There." she declared. "It should be easier, and more comfortable."

"Mom...." protested Jill again, as Sue stood before us, and began to pull up her gown. My dick was hard as it can be within Jill's pussy as I watched her mother pull off her gown, revealing her naked body. Sue's pussy was shaved, and glistening with moisture, and her breasts were well proportioned to her body. A little trail of cum was making its way down the inside of her thigh from her pussy, as she wiped at it with her fingers.

Sue knelt before us, as Jill relaxed against my chest. She unbuttoned down the front of her daughter's skirt until she had parted it completely, and pulled it off around her waist and my abdomen. Then I felt Sue's hands encircling my waist, at my butt, while she pulled herself closer to our crotches. I got Jill bouncing again on my lap, my dick sliding up and down in her wet pussy as her mother leaned forward and began to lick at the shaft of my dick, to where it went into Jill's pussy, as well as over her daughter's pussy. My dick quivered ecstatically as goose bumps ran from my head down to my butt, while Jill sighed with pleasure.

"It's been a while since I've tasted you, Jill." commented her mother.

"Yeah, we've been so busy." Jill answered.

"How long have you two been doing this?" Jill's mother asked us, as she leaned back. I could see her nipples pointing from her areolas, which has contracted from the excitement, making them smaller and pinker. Her shaved pussy was opened slightly as the position of her legs and the floor spread her nakedness.

Jill settled on my lap. "This is really the first time he was inside me."

"I see," said her mother. "And the rest of the time y'all been just feeling and masturbating?"

"Something like that." admitted Jill.

"At least that was a little better than what Charles and I did before we married." commented Sue. As she slid her fingers around my balls and the base of my dick into Jill's pussy and back. While Sue was doing this she had slipped the fingers of her other hand into her own pussy, rubbing her husband's cum around her clit, as it was still oozing a bit from the sex she had earlier. Then she leaned in and began to lick the base of my dick running her tongue up to her daughter's pussy, and over her pussy's lips creating delicious shivery sensations in our bodies.

"I never thought I'd get to see my daughter and future son have sex, but here we are." Sue smiled up at me. She sat back and placed her hands on Jill's hips, and encouraged her to bounce on my lap again, which she did. I had dropped my hands down to Jill's waist, leaving her breasts to bounce freely as well. 

I watched Jill's mother finger her own pussy, while she was watching my dick slide within her daughter's pussy. "Uh, oh, I think I'm about to lose it." I said as I felt the orgasm surging up again through my dick. Jill stopped, and began to raise herself off me, but her mother stopped her.

"Stay on him, dear," said Sue. 

Jill relaxed, her pussy settling down over my swollen dick, as it exploded. She gasped as the thick warmth flooded her pussy while my dick contracted spasmodically within. Her mother had leaned into our crotches again, and began to lick at the cum as it oozed from Jill's pussy down the base of my dick and into the hairs of my balls. Jill leaned back against my chest as she enjoyed the fading heat of my cum within her pussy, and the feel of her mother's tongue licking off the excess from her pussy.

As my dick relaxed, Jill lifted herself off my lap, and her mother leaned in and took my dick into her mouth, milking it for the last drops of cum, and tasting her daughter's juices on the shaft of my dick. I urged Jill to stand on the couch, legs apart, with her pussy before my face, as I reached for her butt with both hands and pressed her pelvis against my mouth as I sought for her pussy with my tongue.

My dick was growing again as Sue expertly sucked it, while I found Jill's cum soaked clit and began to massage it with my tongue as the remainder of my cum dribbled out into my mouth and running down my chin. I was fondling Jill's lusciously soft butt, easing my fingers into her anus, while her mother continued working over my dick. Jill began to moan in pleasure as her body neared its orgasm.

After Jill's orgasm faded, we relaxed a bit and admired each other's nakedness as the sweet musky smell of sex filled the air from our damp bodies. "Why don't you lie down on the floor, hon." requested Jill's mother. "I'd love for you to lick my pussy, if Jill doesn't mind, and she can ride you again at the same time."

I had a wonderful view of pussies standing above me, as Jill and her mother stepped into position over my prostrated body on the floor. Jill's titties were pointed out, as her mother's had a bit of gravitational down pull, yet her nipples were erect as Jill's. Jill began to squat over my dick, and I watched her pussy open in anticipation of another round with my dick as her thighs spread apart, until her pussy enveloped my dick and her buttocks settled against my lap. She leaned forward slightly, to get the maximum penetration of my dick within her pussy.

Sue then stood over my head, as I looked up to her bare pussy. She began to lower herself over my face, her pussy opening as her thighs spreaded from her squatting. I could see the little tunnel inside her pussy as it neared my moth, and she rested on her knees, facing Jill. I reached up and gripped her butt to guide her into position, as she rested her buttocks on her heels, and I was able to tongue inside her wet pussy, tasting the sweetness of her sex.

Jill began to bounce on my dick again, while her mother smiled in anticipation, watching her daughter's titties bounce as well while feeling my tongue probing about her clit. I could not believe how tender Sue's pussy was, as age and repeated sexual activities had softened it over the years, as I sucked her little clit, feeling it's hardness from the excitement. 

I let go of Sue's buttocks with my right hand and reached toward Jill, until I felt her bouncing pussy, and managed to slip a finger inside, going along with her rhythm, feeling her hard clit as well. I worked the fingers of my left hand inside Sue's pussy, which was soaked from her excitement. She began to whimper as her orgasm built deep within her pussy. I felt my own cum beginning its upward flow from the depths of my bowels as well. Jill was panting as the pressure from my fingers in her throbbing clit brought about her orgasm as well.

Each one of us exploded simultaneously. Sue groaned aloud as her pussy quivered violently on my tongue, her juice running into my mouth. Jill gave a little scream as her pussy gripped my erupting dick, shooting its hot load deep within her pussy again. I could feel her little clit jerking as the orgasm ripped through her body. We all began to relax, as our bodies trembled from its excitements. My cum was oozing downward from Jill's pussy about my dick, mingled with her juice, as her mother's juice slowed within my mouth. 

"Now, I want to lick you, Jill." said her mother, raising herself off my face. Jill eased herself off my relaxing dick somewhat reluctantly, and dropped to her hands and knees. She turned about until her dripping pussy was facing her mother, and began to suck on my relaxed, cum covered dick, while Sue lay on the floor at my feet and slid herself between Jill's knees and pulled her pussy down to her mouth. I laid there as Jill cleaned my dick and watched my naked future mother clean my cum from her daughter's pussy.

"Man," I thought as I took in the view of my fiancee and her mother naked, enjoying the fruits of orgasms, "If this is what's its going to be like after we get married, I'm going to really enjoy it!" 



Menage a Trois



I had only been seeing Jenny for three weeks, time enough to learn a few things about her. She's not a silly person though she laughs easily and is quick to crack a joke. She did not seem to be, at least at first, what I would call harebrained. 

She's a faghag who had once described her long time friend Adam as handsome. They had known one another for years, having grown up next door to each other.

My name is Brett. I'm twenty-five and bisexual though usually I date girls. Cock is not something I seek often but if the guy is cute and wants it I don't mind doing him. 

Jenny is my age and hot. She stands five foot six, wears a long, auburn color layered hairstyle, has brown eyes and full lips colored with light red gloss. Her boobs are a size C and her waist is 27 inch.

It was a typical late Saturday afternoon afternoon which for me meant watching television. Jenny was working her job as a cashier at the department store and would be off work perhaps in a couple of hours.

Around six, the evening started to become interesting. I opened the door to Jenn standing there with a guy.

"Come in," I said.

"Brett this is Adam," she said.

He shook my hand with a firm grip and said, "nice to meet you."

Sitting in my living room we made small talk. During these moments I became acquainted with her friend. We chatted about movies, and television shows. He mentioned his favorite actors and favorite types of movies. Being gay he mentioned some boys who he thinks are cute.

"Alex Band is hot."

"You like blonds."

He nodded.

"And brunettes," said Jenny looking at him. Was she referring to me?

For the moment I withheld my opinions. I could have named quite a few male celebs who I think are cute.

I learned in life that porn is a guy thing but girls prefer romance. Unless they're making movies, porn is not their thing but there's an exception to every rule.

It was approaching seven. By then we had been chatting, and snacking on popcorn and beer for nearly an hour when Jenny showed herself to be the exception to the rule about girls and porn.

"I want to watch hot men doing it."

Adam and I looked at one another. No doubt he likes his privacy. I like mine too. He's cute but I can't fuck him in front of a girl.

"Awe come on," she insisted.

Jenny pulled off her draped neck floral printed top and tossed it to the floor in front of her. A second later, looking at us, she reached back, unfastened her bra and nudged it to the floor at her feet.

"I'll tell you what Brett," she said seductively, "I'll do a show for you if I can watch you and Adam doing each other."

I looked at her incredulously while she stood with her hands at her sides. The seconds passed slowly. She's not kidding.

Adam's gaze roamed. He looked at her face then looked at me.

"Brett I know that you like men that way." 

I chuckled at her comment. Adam acted as though he was still uncertain of what I could or would do.

"If you want pussy tonight you better give me show right now!"

Jenny was determined to bend me to her will. Her hands cupped her size C boobs and massaged them. Her thumbs raked across the nipples.

"You're not getting me tonight unless," she said and cut the sentence short. My eyes fixed on her curves while she opened her low rise jeans. Slowly she pulled them down and stepped out of them then slipped her hand into her panties.

"MMMMMMM," she said grinning.

She did this for a few seconds then pulled the panties down and off. Sitting with legs up and spread gave a view of pussy while she fingered it. Her fingers went in deep.

"I'm cumming but you can't have any unless you meet my conditions."

I turned Adam who was looking at a magazine that she had provided for him. He turned it toward me. The young man photographed was blond, physically fit though not overly muscular and sporting a raging hardon. He turned a page to other photos of gorgeous men engaged in sexual acts then proceeded to strip naked. Still viewing the photos he began to jerk his cock rapidly.

By now I needed to relieve the tension so I began to strip. Naked I approached Jenn who seemed to shy away.

"You and Adam," she said.

It had been more than a year since I last enjoyed good man on man sex and time made me want it. Turning to Adam I pressed my lips against his. The passionate kiss lasted a few seconds while we caressed. His hand slid down my torso to my huge, throbbing and swollen cock. He tugged at it gently. His other hand went around to my buttocks squeezing. I felt two fingers probe into my hole.

Jenn watched while pleasuring herself. She wanted to see more and urged us to do more. 

"Suck his cock Brett. Suck it now!"

Obediently I went to my knees, put my lips to it's head and slid my tongue along it's length. After a second I closed my lips around his stiff, erect and tasty morsel.

My head bobbed sliding my lips up and down it's seven inch length.

"Make him cum and swallow it. Jerk yourself off while you're at it."

With Jenn watching, I jerked my cock rapidly while sucking Adam. 

Jen had always liked sex toys and owned one. Using her dildo for a couple of minutes, she pleasured herself to the point of screaming orgasm. Her moans grew louder by the second. Her skin flushed.

While she had her imaginary partner, I lay back with my left knee raised. Adam had moved into position and pushed his cock deep into my hole. I moaned feeling his cock rub my insides, and it's head tapping my prostate. His pelvis slapped repeatedly against me.

A stream of cum spewed from my dick leaving drops just below my chest. At that instant he pulled out. As he pulled off the condom cum dribbled down the shaft.

Jenn had seen and had done enough, finally. She began to put on her clothes and that was our cue. Besides, Adam and I were also quite satisfied so we began putting on our clothes.

"Thank you so much," Adam told her.

"You're very welcome," Jen replied.

I looked at them.

"Hey Adam," I said seeking his attention, "any time guy."

"I'll be watching." Jen giggled.

Jenn had probably planned this little escapade with him before they came here. No matter I thought.



Menage a Trois



Senior Year: Lily, Carol, and Bob have an interesting modus vivendi: Lily and Carol share an apartment, and Carol and Bob share Lily.

Carol had met Lily at college, where they had been roommates during their senior year. By all appearances, Lily was a typical American co-ed of Asian extraction. With her bright smile and demure bearing, she won many friends among her female peers, and her svelte figure attracted lots of attention from her male classmates. By contrast, Carol was somewhat taciturn and, when she did speak, tended to do so in an acerbic manner. As a consequence, Carol had few friends and more than one enemy. In spite of their differences and to the consternation of people who knew them both, Lily and Carol had become fast friends. Indeed, on most evenings, they would disappear into their room after dinner and only emerge when one or the other visited the bathroom. Once inside their room, requests by others to join them were either ignored or refused. Depending on the predisposition of the speculator, speculations about what transpired behind their closed door ranged from the mundane to the obscene. Both Lily and Carol were earnest students, and so it was reasonable to suppose that they were simply hard at work on their courses. On the other hand, several of their classmates, particularly among those who disliked Carol, suspected that the truth was less innocent. Their suspicions were fueled by some of Lily and Carol's behavior outside their room. Specifically, whenever they were together, it was apparent that Lily deferred to Carol and readily complied to her bidding, and Carol's enemies interpreted such behavior as evidence that Lily and Carol were having a lesbian affair in which Carol played the role of dyke. As it turns out, both groups were right, although the latter group was anticipating a reality which was still evolving but had not yet matured.

The fact is that Lily and Carol did spend most of the time poring over their homework. Nonetheless, when their work was done, their attention turned to each other, and, over time, their conversation and activity centered on their maturing sexuality. At first they had contented themselves with abstract discussions of their sexual desires and the extent to which those desires were being satisfied. Lily always had a stable of boys who were more than willing to oblige, often more willing than she was willing to have them oblige. Carol's concerns were of a entirely different nature. Her stocky frame and brusque manner dampened boy's enthusiasm, enthusiasm that she probably would not shared anyhow. Instead, what became increasingly clear to her was that she enjoyed imagining what boys, given the opportunity, would do with Lily's seductive body. For this reason, Carol frequently asked Lily for detailed descriptions of her experiences with boys. Understandably, Lily was initially embarrassed by Carol's increasingly prying questions about her sex life. However, as she overcame her inhibitions, she discovered that she was actually enjoying her revelations as much as Carol enjoyed hearing them. Further, she learned which aspects of her accounts were of greatest interest to Carol, and so she found herself frequently elaborating on the absolute truth in order to satiate Carol's prurient interests. As she came to realize, what Carol liked most were her descriptions of the ways in which boys would assert their control over her body.

The descriptions which Carol liked most were those involving Lily's boyfriend Bob. Lily started seeing Bob during the spring term, and, after several dates, Bob, who was a gymnast, persuaded Lily to exercise with him. In spite of her splendid physical condition, Lily found the regimen through which he put her extremely demanding. She would meet him at the gym in the late afternoon, when, more often than not, they would be the only ones present. There he would guide her through a routine designed to strengthen and limber her body. At the beginning he was very solicitous and took care not to push her beyond her endurance, but his demands on her rapidly increased. For instance, each session he would require that she do ten more repetitions of each exercise than she had the last time, and, when she had completed her exercises, he would make her assume and hold more and more contorted positions. In addition, he soon took greater liberties with her body, running his hands over her working muscles while she exercised and afterward stretching her limbs while she endeavored to maintain some awkward pose in which he had arranged her. Shocked as she was by Bob's demands and her own acquiescence to them, Lily realized that she was enjoying not only the workouts themselves but the opportunity which they afforded to have her body displayed to a man who was obviously appreciating what he saw. She had no illusions about the extent to which she was revealing herself to him. Indeed, by the time she had completed her exercises, she was bathed in sweat and her scant leotard was plastered to her skin while he stretched and manipulated her body. Thus, she was somewhat prepared, when, after a month, Bob asked that she come to the ensuing sessions wearing nothing under her leotard.

As much as Lily enjoyed her visits to the gym, she enjoyed just as much relating them to Carol, who would sit with rapt attention listening to every detail. Carol would often inquire about Lily's emotional state when her body was being forced to do some extremely stressful exercise or take some particularly compromising position. In fact, she would sometimes ask Lily to assume one of those positions so that she could see for herself the view to which Bob had been treated.

On the evening when Lily announced that, from now on, Bob wanted her to turn up naked under her leotard, Carol did nothing to disguise her excitement at the idea. Instead, she immediately asked Lily to give her a preview. Intimate as her revelations to Carol had been, this was a request for which Lily was not prepared. Telling another woman about her sexual exploits with men was one thing, but involving another woman more deeply in those exploits was quite another. Lily was proud of her body and its ability to attract the opposite sex. She was also aware of and took pride in the jealousy that that attraction provoked in other women. However, she was not at all certain that she wanted to be sexually attractive to other women, and Carol's request was an explicit invitation to find out if she was. Thus, for the first time in their relationship, Lily balked and refused to comply. Without expressing shock or anger, Lily explained to Carol that she would prefer not to give her a private showing, adding that she was also having second thoughts about putting her body so completely at Bob's disposal.

Disappointed but sympathetic, Carol accepted Lily's decision. She was willing to wait, certain that Lily would accede to Bob's wishes and that, after she did, Lily would give her a blow by blow account of her experiences, and Carol was right about both these predictions. For the remainder of their senior year, Lily, wearing only a revealing leotard, continued her twice weekly workouts with Bob, and, in the evening after each workout, Carol would be treated to a complete report, which inevitably included an inventory of those parts of Lily's barely concealed anatomy on which Bob had chosen to concentrate.

A crucial point which intrigued, and secretly pleased, Carol about Lily's relationships to the men in her life was that they seemed to never involve intercourse. They were replete with steamy sex, but, so far as Carol knew, consummation was not included. Indeed, Carol had every reason to think that Lily was still a virgin, albeit one who given hope to a string of men only to leave them thoroughly frustrated. This conjecture was supported both by the absence contraceptive pills or devices from her toiletries and the frequency with which, after a couple of dates, boys would stop calling Lily. In fact, Bob was the only one of Lily's boyfriends who had not quickly dropped her, a fact which did not escape Carol's notice. Sensing that it was off bounds, Carol knew better than to pry into the state of Lily's virginity, but that did not prevent her from spending a good deal of time ruminating about it and wondering what it was about Lily's relationship to Bob that kept him from dropping her the way the others had. In spite of her curiosity, Carol resisted the temptation to broach the topic with Lily and bided her time, knowing that time was on her side and that her patience would be eventually rewarded.

After Graduation: Like many alumni, Lily, Carol, and Bob all chose to stay in their college town. Bob found a job at a fitness center and as a part-time coach at the college. Carol, who had majored in English, worked as a copy-editor at the local newspaper, and Lily became a programmer for a software firm.

Their accommodations were a natural continuation of the arrangement which had existed before they graduated: Carol and Lily lived together and Bob fended for himself. To some extent, their relationship did not change either. Lily continued to have Bob train her body, and Carol continued to have a insatiable appetite for every detail of Lily's training sessions. However, there were important differences which occurred once they had left the confines of their college dorm room. Proceeding with caution but consummate skill, Carol slowly broke down Lily's resistance to having their communication become more than purely verbal. She began her campaign by convincing Lily that she be allowed to massage her during her debriefings. Having her aching muscles massaged while she was describing the travail which had made them ache soon had the effect on Lily which Carol wanted. As she had hoped, Lily became less and less inhibited about presenting her body to Carol and was more and more casual about her state of undress during her massage. In fact, after a couple of weeks, she wore only a thin shirt and panties, and, in due course, Lily dispensed with even these flimsy vestiges of her modesty. Further, she began encouraging Carol to play a more active role. Conscious and proud of the improvements in her figure wrought by her training, Lily would ask Carol to palpate the firm, smoothly rounded contours of her lower belly, buttock, and thighs while she was describing the arduous exercises which were responsible for their newly sculpted shape. Also, after explaining to Carol how Bob had forced her body into some particularly strained position, Lily would have Carol play Bob's role: first manipulating her body back into that position and then making Lily maintain the pose while Carol tested for herself just how flexible and malleable Lily's body had become.

As time passed, Lily gave Carol greater and more frequent access to her body. No longer were her post training debriefings the only times when she would submit herself to Carol's increasingly dominant control. Several times a week, upon returning from work in the evening, she would remove all her clothes and, after assuming a pose which she hoped Carol would especially appreciate, await Carol's arrival prominently displayed in their living room. When Carol found Lily displayed in this way, she would express her appreciation by caressing Lily's tautly stretched muscles and limbs. Sometimes these caresses were gentle, as she played Lily's body as if it were a musical instrument. Other times, they would become more manipulative, often purposefully causing Lily significant discomfort by forcing her to endure deep penetration of her already strained muscles. 

Carol Visits the Gym: At the same time as Lily granted Carol readier access to her body, she was letting Bob expand her training repertoire to include exercises which were designed to display her body as much as to tone it. Carol had never asked to meet Bob, but when Lily invited her to join her at the gym one afternoon she accepted without hesitation. On entering the otherwise vacant gym, she found Bob standing next to Lily, who was literally suspended from a bar to which her ankles were attached by a pair of specially constructed clamps. With Herculean effort, Lily was performing sit-ups without the benefit of any support. More precisely, dangling from the bar, she had to raise her torso from a vertical position in which her head grazed the mat beneath to a position in which her back was horizontal to the mat. Once up, she had grasp her legs with her hands while Bob pressed down on her tummy, molding her body so that it resembled a water drop about to fall before allowing her to return to vertical and start all over again.

Only after she had overcome her shock at the sight of Lily's situation did Carol register the fact that Lily's leotard was bunched around her waist, leaving her totally bare from the waist up. Familiar as she was with Lily's body, Carol would have never guessed that the musculature of her torso could be made visible in such stark relief. Even when she had put Lily through her paces, Lily's body had retained a feminine softness. Now, the only evidence of that softness was in the feminine padding of her rounded hips and the prominence of her nipples. Had it not been for these symptoms of her true gender, Lily could have been mistaken for a pubescent boy. To her amazement, when Carol asked Bob how many repetitions Lily had done and how many more would she be made to do, she was told that Lily had just completed her fifth repetition and would remain suspended until she had done a total of eight. When Carol asked how Lily could possibly meet that requirement, Bob moved aside so that she could feel Lily's abdominal muscles as they raised her during the next repetition. Placing her hands in the vicinity of Lily's navel, Carol could monitor every transformation in Lily's tummy. When Lily began raising her head, the hallow in which her belly button resides deepened, and by the time that her torso was parallel to the floor, all the muscles in her lower belly were bunched into a tight knot which appeared to originate in her groin. When Lily grasped her legs, Carol mimicked what she had seen Bob do, pressing down on the knot until Lily's belly acquired the pleasing shape which he had produced. Unable to resist temptation, while Lily hung like a pregnant drop, Carol slid her hands along the sweat coated contour she had created until they covered Lily's breasts. Seemingly oblivious to the stress which the rest of her body was experiencing, Lily's breasts had assumed something approaching their normal shape, and Carol was fascinated by the stark contrast between their satiny succulence and the extreme tension in the muscles supporting them. After Lily released her grip and returned to her starting position, Carol reluctantly relinquished her place to Bob, who took charge of Lily during her remaining two repetitions, and, when she had finished, hoisted her exhausted body off the bar before depositing her on the mat beneath.

So ended Carol's first visit to Lily's training sessions. What she had witnessed both excited her and confirmed the theory she had been developing about Lily's sexual predilections. Lily's psychological makeup combined a strong component of exhibitionism with a masochistic need to have her body subjected to someone elses dictates. No other explanation could account for Lily's willing participation in the sort of scene which she had seen at the gym or the sort of games which the two of them played at home. Her appetite having been whetted by her first visit, during the ensuing weeks Carol went back to the gym several more times. On one occasion, when again they were the only ones present, she found Lily stark naked with one leg tied to a rope above her head at a height which left her other leg just close enough to the floor that she could stabilize herself with her toes. She maintained her balance by holding the calf of the suspended leg so that her upper body formed a graceful arc which complemented the rigidly straight line running from the tied ankle of the raised leg to the pointed toes of the other. Bob stood by her side, consoling her with words of encouragement while running his hands up and down her frame. Mesmerized, Carol could only gaze at the image before her and try to imagine the perverse pleasure Lily must be deriving from knowing what a pleasing image she made.

On another of her visits, the scene confronting Carol was dramatically different. For one thing, she was still clad in her leotard, and, for another, Lily and Bob were not alone. Instead, two of Bob's colleagues were there, and they were playing an active role in the proceedings. Lily was on the mat, lying on her back with her legs splayed. Kneeling at her sides and grasping her legs were Bob's colleagues, each of whom bore down mercilessly on the leg he had been assigned. When Carol arrived, they had already spread Lily's legs so wide that only inches separated her feet from the mat and the tendons in her groin were stretched to their limit. Bob himself was placed so that he would have ready access to this thoroughly exposed portion of Lily's anatomy. There he was kneading her tendons, squeezing them in his hands until she let out a anguished cry before he would relent. Filled with pity for her friend, Carol sank to knees beside Lily's head, which she cradled in her arms even though she did nothing to interrupt the travail being suffered by the body to which that head was attached. Assured by Lily that she was undergoing this treatment voluntarily, Carol moved to satisfy her curiosity about the state of Lily groin. What particularly attracted her interest were the deep hallows which had formed next to her protruding tendons. In spite of the stress on her tendons, these hallows appeared inexplicably relaxed and inviting, as if Lily's femininity were asserting its presence in defiance of the challenge confronting it.

Fun and Games at Home: Carol's visits to Lily's training sessions broadened her horizons. If Lily desired that kind of treatment from Bob at the gym, why shouldn't she provide her the same at home. With this thought in mind, she bought several pieces of equipment, some designed for exercise and others more suited for restraint. Before introducing Lily to her new acquisitions, Carol thought it best to check that Lily would be willing to play the games which she planned. Speaking with complete frankness, Carol reviewed with Lily her observations about Lily's behavior, followed by an equally frank explanation of the theories to which her observations had led her. Having received neither denials nor objections from Lily, Carol proceeded to outline how she intended to make Lily's sexual peculiarities a source of their mutual pleasure. Lily enjoyed having her body displayed so that it was the center of attention, and Carol enjoyed being its audience. Thus, they should both enjoy having Lily occasionally adorn their otherwise mundane apartment like a prized piece of art.

Again Carol encountered no resistance to her ideas, and so she suggested that they make a few preparations immediately. Leading Lily into the bathroom, Carol filled the bathtub, added some scented soap chips, and told Lily to immerse herself in the warm water. When Lily's normally tawny skin was suffused with a rosy hue, Carol asked Lily whether she would object to having all her body hair removed, leaving only the sparse hair on those portions of her body, like her belly and upper legs, where its presence enhanced her feminine charm. At this point Lily did raise an objection, saying that she was disturbed by the prospect of having her pubic hair removed. However, Carol was able to assuage her concerns by appealing to her vanity, telling her that the complete exposure of her labia would reveal an asset of which she should be proud, not ashamed. Further, Carol promised to let Lily grow back her pubic hair if she was not pleased with the effect that its removal produced. Still not entirely certain that the asset to which Carol referred was one which she wanted revealed, Lily nonetheless gave Carol permission to proceed. Because Carol insisted on doing a thorough job, the process lasted a long time, a lot of which was spent maneuvering Lily's body so that Carol would have unrestricted access to those portions from which she wanted to remove hair.




Menage a Trois



Except for her fully developed breasts and generously proportioned hips, when she at last rose from her bath Lily looked a freshly scrubbed child. A healthy pink glow radiated from her flesh as she stood to be toweled dry by Carol. After drying her, Carol had Lily lean forward over the sink and spread in her legs so that she could she rub a soothing lotion into the tender skin of her freshly shaved vulva, at the same time giving herself the opportunity to examine, and covertly fondle, the delicate flesh which she had just depilated. Never before had Carol seen this portion of the female anatomy in such intimate detail, and she was struck by its resemblance to the folded petals of some exotic flower about to burst forth into bloom. After Lily's labia had absorbed the lotion, Carol moved on, spreading lotion over the rest of her body until it shone like a wooden sculpture which had been lovingly polished by its creator.

It was clear to Carol that Lily was pleased by the image she saw of herself reflected in the bathroom mirror, an observation which made her think that this might be a good moment to introduce Lily to some the equipment which she had bought. Not wanting to push her luck too far, she decided to start with a one of the milder forms of restraint which she had planned for Lily. Namely, after leading Lily into the living room, she brought out a large, inflated ball of the sort which is often found at fitness centers. However, this ball was larger than usual. In addition, attached to it were strategically placed straps: a pair for the wrists, a pair for the ankles, and, halfway between these, a pair to which was connected a wide belt. Assuming that it was what was expected of her, Lily placed her tummy on the top of the ball. However, this was not Carol's intent. Grabbing her at the waist, Carol rolled Lily over so that she was draped backwards over the ball. After attaching Lily's wrists and arms, Carol circled the belt around her waist. Employing the mechanical advantage afforded by a small winch embedded in the buckle, she tugged on the belt until Lily, gasping for breath, had a wasp waist with her normally flat belly bulging below and her pubis tipped forward so that her denuded vulva peeked out between her tractioned thighs.

As Lily was to learn, when it came to her body, there were a significant differences between the effects which Bob and Carol wanted to achieve. Being an athlete himself, Bob wanted to develop the athletic potential of her body with an emphasis on what athletic feats she, with her female anatomy, could perform as opposed to those for which his masculine anatomy was better adapted. Thus, his goal was to strengthen and limber her body so that it could withstand the demands he put upon it. Although Carol also appreciated its strength and flexibility, her primary interest in Lily's body was its aesthetic more than its athletic potential. Rather than the sweaty, physically active routines through which Bob put her, Carol was more inclined to make her body achieve a goal which entailed having her body remain static even though it was under duress.

Carol's inclinations were typified by her response to the sight of Lily's body espaliered against the ball. Standing by Lily's side, she brushed her hand back and forth over the bulging surface of Lily's abdomen, applying just enough pressure to ruffle the silky hairs which she had purposefully left there. Normally her touch would have been too light to register on Lily's consciousness. However, in its distended state, Lily's belly was hypersensitive, and so Carol's touch was more than sufficient stimulus to make her belly quiver with each insidiously tantalizing stroke. Knowing that each quiver meant that Lily's abdominal muscles were contracting against the belt binding them, when Carol saw that Lily's response to her brushing began to diminish, she let her hand drift lower until she was applying the same stimulation to Lily's vulnerable vulva. Her change of target produced the desired effect, causing Lily to renew her efforts and flex her entire belly in a vain attempt to win greater satisfaction from Carol's ephemeral touch.

For the first time in their relations, what Carol was doing to Lily's body was completely unambiguous in its implications: she was intentionally arousing Lily sexually. Previously it had been possible for Lily to assign other interpretations to Carol's manipulation of her body, but now it was not. However Lily was in no state to devote a lot of thought to the implications, as opposed to the reality, of Carol's caresses. All that she knew was that nobody, neither male nor female, had ever produced in her the sensations which Carol was eliciting. Immobilized as she was, her body was left with only two ways to respond. One was for her tummy to continue fighting its constraints, and the other was for her labia to spread so that her clitoris could receive the attention it ardently craved. Carol was well aware of Lily's predicament and had every intention of allowing her the sexual release which would bring it to an end. On the other hand, she had no intention of doing so before she had extracted for herself all the pleasure she could get from Lily's torment. She loved watching the undulations of Lily's lower belly, and she was captivated by the blooming of the flower whose closed petals she had admired earlier. Thus, with diabolical cunning, she carefully controlled Lily's progress toward orgasm, forcing her to earn every step along the way and only at the moment of climax providing Lily's fully exposed clitoris the attention for which it had been begging ever since it emerged from its hiding place.

Carol left Lily attached to the ball until the final orgasmic spasm had wracked her body and she lay exhausted in her bonds. Fearing that Lily would catch a cold, she first fetched a towel to wipe away the pools of sweat which had accumulated and only then released Lily from the bed on which her torment had been transformed into ecstasy. Having witnessed Lily's response to her time on the ball, Carol needed no further proof that she correctly understood what Lily's sexual requirements and knew how to satisfy them.

During the weeks which followed, Carol devised various methods of controlling Lily's body in ways which would give them mutual pleasure. Some of these were quiet subtle and simply required Lily to hold a pose in which one or another portion of her body was brought into appealing relief. Carol particularly favored poses which drew attention to Lily's breasts. Lily's breasts were attractive in essentially any position, but Carol was disappointed that, unless they were provided constant stimulation, her nipples refused to remain erect. With the hope that she could correct this flaw, Carol initiated a training program of her own, one which was aimed at altering Lily's body in a way which Bob had not considered. Each night Carol made Lily spend half an hour having her nipples elongated by nipples pumps which she had bought for that purpose. In addition, Carol prohibited Lily from wearing a bra, and each morning before Lily left for work, Carol would raise her blouse and tease her nipples until they stood out like miniature soldiers. When she had them at rigid attention, Carol would capture them in a pair of nipple rings which prevented them from receding until she released them in that evening. Although progress was slower than Carol wished, Lily's nipples did respond to this regimen and, much to Carol's satisfaction, would stay erect for longer and longer periods of time.

Conclusion: Throughout this period, Lily regularly met with Bob at the gym twice a week. Understandably reluctant to have him see her shaved pubis, Lily resisted Bob's attempts to have her exercise in the nude. Having never made her do anything without first obtaining her consent, Bob did not insist. On the other hand, he could not help being curious about Lily's new found modesty, and one day decided to inquire her about its origin. Because answering it would necessitate revealing to him the intimacy of her and Carol's relations, Lily was embarrassed and befuddled by his question. However, in the end, she saw no alternative to telling him, at least in a slightly expurgated form, about the games she and Carol had been playing. Perhaps because he had already seen Carol's fascination with Lily's body and with the paces through which he put it, nothing Lily told him came as too much of a shock. He had not given it a lot of thought, but he had long suspected that the two of them engaged in some sort of sexual activity together, and to have this suspicion confirmed did not bother him. His own interest in Lily's body did not include giving it sexual satisfaction, and so he was glad, even relieved, to learn that it was getting that satisfaction from another source.

When Lily told Carol that she had divulged their secret to Bob, Carol was far less disturbed than Lily had feared. Indeed, much to Lily's surprise and chagrin, Carol's response was to suggest that they invite Bob to participate in one of their games. Even though she had put her body at Bob's disposal so often that he was well acquainted with all its secrets, Lily hesitated to have the two halves of her sex life brought together in this way. What bothered her particularly was the idea of Bob watching her brought to orgasm. Lily did not mind, and even enjoyed, having him watch her suffer, but, in a strange sense she could not have articulated, her suffering at his hands had always been an expression of her own mastery over her body. Having him see her loosing control and on the verge of orgasm was an entirely different matter, one which she was loath to confront. Carol could sympathize with Lily's reluctance to confuse what had been distinct aspects of her sexual life. On the other hand, she liked the idea too much to not push it and, by mobilizing all her considerable persuasive powers, eventually got Lily's permission to invite Bob.

On the evening of Bob's visit, Carol subjected Lily's body to a scrupulous cleansing, which included the re-removal any body hair which offended her sensibilities. She then brought Lily into the bedroom, where she spent more than an hour preparing her body for exhibition. When Bob arrived, Carol ushered him into the living room. Except for a large cushion at its center, the living room was dimly lit. The cushion, which was dramatically lit by a spotlight of the sort used on a stage set, was clearly intended to be the center of attention, a fact which was emphasized by the position of two armchairs, which had been carefully arranged so that their occupants would have an unobstructed view of whatever was placed on the cushion. After having Bob sit in one of the chairs and providing him with a drink, Carol excused herself and disappeared into the bedroom.

When Carol reappeared, she was accompanied by Lily, who was wearing a diaphanous robe which afforded a deliciously tempting hint of what it pretended to conceal. After leading her into the spotlight, Carol retreated behind Lily. Gripping her by the hips, Carol turned Lily back and forth, much the way a sculptress might when displaying her latest sculpture. Once Bob had had ample opportunity to appreciate her creation clothed, Carol brought her hands up to the neckline of Lily's robe, untied the string which had been holding it closed, and let the robe slither to the floor. Although he had frequently seen Lily's naked body, Bob had never seen its natural attributes presented as they were now. Not only did her body glow wherever the light struck it, but each smooth contour was enhanced by the play of the shadows where the light did not reach. In addition, Carol had painted Lily's areolae with a ruby red pigment which made them appear much larger than normal and highlighted her nipples, which she had painted a robin's egg blue. Shortly after she revealed Lily's nakedness, Carol placed her hands on Lily's shoulders and used them to guide her to a kneeling position at the center of the cushion. Moving to face Lily, Carol ordered Lily to spread her thighs until her buttock was resting on the cushion and her legs curled out on either side. Carol always enjoyed Lily in this pose. Not only did it bring her crotch into prominence, Carol liked knowing that it put a constant strain on Lily's groin, a strain made visible by a pleasing twitching of the muscles and tendons on the inner sides of her upper thighs. As a final touch before taking her seat next to Bob, Carol made Lily raise her arms to her sides, with her upper arms horizontal and her lower arms vertical to the floor, one pointing up and the other down.

The pose which Carol chose for her seemed to tap into an innate understanding which Lily had inherited from her Asian ancestors. Had she been on display in a museum, surrounded by South Asian statuary, she would not have looked in the least out of place. With her strong torso tapering to her slim waist from which her firm belly swelled in a pleasingly disciplined curve which melded into her generous hips, she was a match for any idealized representations of Asian femininity which had ever been sculpted. Perfectly complementing the beauty of her body was the expression on her face, on which had appeared an enigmatic smile, giving it an aura of sublime composure. Somewhat incongruous with the tranquility above it was Lily's shaved vulva, which, being thrust forward by the way she was seated on her haunches, appeared to be demanding attention. Had it not been for the absence of pubic hair, its presence would have seemed obscene and thereby detracted from the rest of the image. However, devoid of pubic hair, there was something marvelously innocent about this intricately formed pouch of flesh, which an observer might think had been added as a flourish by the artist, not knowing how else to bring her creation to a state of perfection.

Seated in their armchairs, both Carol and Bob feasted their eyes on the image before them. Accustomed to seeing Lily's body in the throes of intense exercise, Bob was surprised to realize just how enticing it could be in a passive pose. Acting like an art connoisseur anxious to display a cherished acquisition to an appreciative audience, Carol rose and knelt down behind Lily. Reaching under Lily's raised arms, she cupped Lily's breasts in her hands, lifting them toward Bob as she demonstrated their buoyancy and extolled the luxurious smoothness of their complexion. Inviting him to come forward, she called his attention to Lily's nipples, which, at least in part due to their training, stood out proudly from her breasts. To emphasize her point, she invited Bob to come forward so that he could sample their rigidity for himself. Heretofore, Bob had never handled Lily's body in such a manner. He had bent it into all sorts of contorted shapes, prodding it, stretching it, but not caressing it. Thus, when he took her nipples between his fingers and gently rolled them back and forth, his face reflected the sort delight and wonder which a child has when presented with a new toy. Seeing his pleasure, Carol replaced her own hands with Bob's on Lily's breasts, giving him a tactile demonstration of the attributes about which she had been telling him.

All this time Lily knew that she was expected to remain passive and maintain her pose, a requirement which was becoming increasingly difficult for her to satisfy. For one thing, her arms were beginning to tire and had started to tremble. Secondly, but just as important, Carol and Bob's fondling of her breasts fueled the sexual excitement which had been growing ever since Carol began preparing her for Bob's visit. Her face and demeanor may have appeared composed, but they belied the turmoil which she felt. Aware of Lily's problems and wanting this to be an experience which Lily would remember with pleasure and want to repeat, Carol told Lily to lower her arms and cross them behind her back so each hand was grasping the elbow of the opposite arm. Carol next moved from her kneeling position to a sitting position further behind Lily. Once she had made herself comfortable, Carol placed her hands on Lily's shoulder and tipped her backward until Lily's head came to rest in her lap. Because Lily's legs were still folded, her body was drawn into the shape of a tightly strung bow. Her stomach arched over her hips, which had spread so that her pubis had become completely revealed and exquisitely vulnerable. Presented with Lily's gaping vulva, Bob allowed his instincts to guide him as reached forward and ran his fingers up and down the silken surface of Lily's spreading labia. When she felt Bob's fingers breach the entrance to her vagina, Lily responded by raising her buttock and twisting her lower body back and forth in what Bob interpreted as an attempt to escape his invasion. Seeing Bob's concern, Carol assured him that what he correctly interpreted as torment was a torment which Lily craved and wanted to have him continue inflicting on her. Emboldened by Carol's words, Bob renewed and increased his probing, stoking the fire which Lily was more than willing to have consume her. When Lily's inevitable orgasm arrived, Carol grasped Lily's breasts and used them to prevent Lily from interrupting the stimulation which Bob was providing, forcing her to remain open and available until the final wave of ecstasy had passed.

Thus ended the first of many evenings which Carol, Lily, and Bob were to spend in each others company.



Menage a Trois



Does she still love me?

The question nags at me as I pace restlessly in the empty house, waiting for her. It's getting dark. She's going to be late again. I should get used to it, but I can't. Don't want to.

I guess I'm a creature of habit.

I yawn, tired and bored. I could use a short nap, but I know I won't find sleep. Not when I don't know when she'll be home. Besides, she likes it when I greet her at the door.

And I like to please her.

I know she's back a second before she unlocks the door. I turn, stepping closer as she comes in, winter cold close on her steps. Her hair is disheveled, her cheeks rosy from the weather.

She's beautiful.

She seems in a hurry as she kicks off her shoes, then drops her handbag in the hallway and a couple of paper bags on the kitchen counter.

"Hello there," she smiles absently, noticing me as she rushes past to the bedroom, closing the door behind. I step closer. Close enough to hear the rustle of her clothes on the other side of the door as she's getting changed.

With another yawn, I turn toward the living room. After a short detour through the kitchen - if the smell of fresh vegetables is any indication, she's cooking tonight - I head straight for the couch. There's time enough for a short nap before dinner is ready. Knowing she's close by, sleep comes fast.

I wake up slowly, stretching lazily. At last I stand up, when I notice the bedroom door is now open. I can hear her humming quietly as I step closer. Silent, I stop just short of the doorway, peering inside.

She is sitting at her vanity, dressed in a short silky bathrobe. Looking absently into the large mirror in front of her, brushing her long hair, she does not notice me a few feet to her left. 

For long minutes, I watch her profile, bare legs crossed, one kicking slowly in time to a silent music. The soothing sound of the brush running through her thick tresses. The careful way she applies makeup to her pretty face. The small frown turning into a smile as she decides on the right color for her nails.

I prefer her natural look but I always enjoy watching her, unseen, as she gets dolled up.

Though I know she's not doing it for me, but for him. I turn away as my jealousy flares up, and head back to the couch.

Does she still love me?

It hurts. I close my eyes, focusing on soothing memories. 

My life changed the day I met her. She seemed so happy. We both were. The more we got to know each other, the harder it was to spend even a short time apart. Back then, it was just the two of us. The rest of the world did not matter - we needed nothing and nobody else. I thought it would never change.

The bedroom door opens, breaking me out of my reverie. Still wearing her bathrobe, she rushes to the kitchen, making the first of several trips to and fro. Watching the oven. Looking for something to wear. Setting the table. Trying on a couple outfits.

She is doing her best to please him. I hope he appreciates the effort. I wish I was enough for her. But she would be unhappy without him. Or me. I never want to see her hurt. I know what it's like.

It's her turn to pace. Waiting. She notices my eyes on her and takes a few steps closer.

"What do you think?" she asks with a smile on her beautiful face.

Her wedding ring catches the light as she does a short twirl, displaying her outfit. High heels that look uncomfortable, but show off her bare legs. Little short black dress with spaghetti straps.

The little black dress.

Just then the front door opens and she hurries to him. I retreat to the guest room, but can't help looking back at them.

He's barely taken one step inside when she throws herself at him. He catches her in his strong arms, her feet dangling a few inches above ground as they embrace fiercely. As soon as he lets her down, she drags him inside. Kicking the door shut, she flings her arms around his neck and drags his face down to hers for a long, soulful kiss.

They act as if they have not seen each other in years. Feels too soon to me.

I pace in the small dark room, where I don't have to see them, can't hear them. I hope he won't stay the night. Small chance.

Think about something else.

The old place. I miss it. Better a tiny apartment for two than a house for three. No guest room back then. Only our room, our bed. Our love.

What are they doing back there? The question echoes silently for a moment before curiosity gets the better of me. Despite the old saying, I decide to go for a quick look.

Their greeting at the door seems over, and the living room is empty. Faint voices come out of the kitchen. I sneak closer. I can hear the click of her heels on the tiles and the clink of silverware, now. They chitchat as she serves dinner, happiness clear in their voices.

I know I'm welcome to join them - she would like me to. But I'd rather not. Not in a sociable mood, tonight. Nor hungry. I slip away before they see me and leave their laughs behind. Back into the dark and quiet room.

Time for another nap. And who knows? Maybe when I wake up, he'll be gone.

Ah, the sweet oblivion of dreamless sleep...

Sometime later, music sneaks up on me from the partly open door. Washes over my sleeping form, nudging me awake. I don't know how long I slept. Let's go find out.

They're on the couch, talking quietly. The light is as soft as the singer's smoky voice.

Big Monster... Big Monster Lover...

They're sitting very close, facing each other. His arm on the back of the couch, fingers caressing her bare shoulder ; her fingers toying absently with his shirt. Their words too soft for anyone else to hear, as they gaze into each other's eyes. Like lovers do.

Takes a lot to remain silent, motionless. Takes a lot to turn my back and leave them alone.

As the minutes pass, the guest room seems smaller, the walls taller. I can't sleep so I pace. Door to window, bed to wall. Trying not to think - too much. I stay inside as long as I can. Then stay some more.

Not sure how much time has passed when I realize there's no more music. I peer out. No one in sight, only silence.

I notice something on the couch, and recognize his shirt as I step closer. A trail of clothes leads away from the empty living room and into the master bedroom.

I can't help but follow.

His shoes first, then her dress. I pause for a moment to feel the soft material, her warmth lingering ; to smell her sweet perfume, her body. His thick belt next, along with her high heels. Her silky bra hanging from the door knob, as if to warn me out.

But the door is slightly open. I hesitate. Noises reach out to me. I stop at the very edge of the room and glance inside, silent.

I can't see much at first, so I listen. Whispers then quiet laughs. Groans and gasps and sighs. Skin rubbing on skin, bedsheets rustling, breaths shared. The dark bedroom is filled with the unmistakable scent of their coupling, the heat from their intimacy.

She rises up, her back to me, as moonlight filters in through the window. She rides her lover with slow intensity, then wild passion, then shuddering pleasure. Her ivory skin seems to soak up the pale light, shadows dancing around her with her every move. Her dark mane is a gentle whip on her shoulders, a soft caress on her face.

I can't take my eyes away from her, mesmerized. I only realize I squeezed through the door when I'm halfway to the bed and notice her panties between my legs. I have to suppress a moan at the heady smell of her lust on the thin material.

Engrossed in their passion, they do not notice my intrusion.

I could watch her for hours.

But his arms reach up, caressing her body. His hands on her hips, her back. Her chest.

The spell is broken. I should not be here. She does not like me to intrude on her privacy. I step away slowly, still facing her. Her stealthy adorer for a moment longer.

I leave them together, on the bed I usually share with her, and go lie down on the couch, dragging her dress with me. At least I can sleep with that much of her. I close my eyes, trying to forget, but sleep is a long time coming. Three times her long passionate cries reach me, tormenting me, dragging me away from slumber, before darkness finally takes me.

Does she still love me?

I wake up to morning daylight and quiet, homey sounds. Her bare feet on the floor, water boiling, window blinds pulled open. I stretch lazily but don't open my eyes, not even when she sits down on the couch armrest.

She's silent and so am I. She alternates between stirring and sipping her coffee. I give her the silent treatment.

"He's gone," she finally speaks up. "On the road again..."

I look up. She's sitting with her bare legs crossed, wearing his shirt from the night before, staring off into space with a forlorn look on her face. I don't like seeing her like this.

She looks at me with a weak smile. "It's not easy being a trucker's wife, Whiskers" she sighs, running her fingertips through my fur.

I recognize my name. Apologies, most likely.

After a moment I climb up and curl up on her lap. Feels like coming home. Even his smell on the shirt does not bother me - much. I purr in quiet contentment as she runs her fingernails through my fur, scratching me from the top of my head to the base of my tail.

"What would I do without you?" she coos, and I can hear the smile in her voice.

She's already forgiven, I realize. I could never hold a grudge against her for very long.

Besides I know she loves me as best she can.

And I love her too.



Menage a trois



When her husband came home from work and leaned down to kiss her at the kitchen table, she knew her lips still tasted of Melanie's pussy. Their tongues tangled in open mouths and she heard his breath catch short when she ran her fingers down the crotch of his jeans. She nuzzled his cheek as her thumb traced the stiffening cockhead. 

"Mmmm. I'm getting so wet thinking of your tongue on my pussy." Her breath scorched his ear.

He lifted her across the bare kitchen table and spread her legs. She was naked under the light feathery summer dress and it fell back at her hips. His tongue grazed her glistening pussy lips in one long lick and then circled the tip quickly on her clitoris. She actually gasped when her pursed his lips around her clitoris and sucked it gently between his lips – his tongue tip lightly circling and re-circling. He used the lower palm of his right hand to pull the folds of her taut – making her clit jut out pinkly. Sucking gently and steady, his tongue danced across her clit like a lazy ice skater – glides, figure-eights, circles, spins and licks now strong, now barely felt. 

Her thighs quivered and splayed wider when she felt his tongue stop then she looked down at his frozen face. Another quick glance lower down made her almost giggle.

"Oh," she said with a laugh. "That's Melanie."

Her husband turned his head and saw Melanie's hands continue unbuckling his belt and then in one smooth movement pulled his pants and underwear all the way down to his knees. She swallowed hard and groaned as she started licking the already stiff head of his cock.

He felt his wife's hand tangle in his hair and pull his face back to her pussy. "Mmm, yeah, baby. I've been eating Melanie's pussy all afternoon. Now it's your turn. I want you to taste me."

His mouth hovered just above her clit and she felt his tongue brush lightly back and forth then his hot breath on her wet lips and clit. 

"I love to taste you," he murmured, his words buzzing from lips to lips. He suddenly was licking faster and harder and she glanced between her legs to watch Melanie taking her husband's long thick cock all the way in and then sliding all the way back to his head again. Up and down, she could almost feel it thrusting in her own mouth as she watched. She loved the way his cock filled up a woman's mouth. A mouth that was making his cock so wet and her lips tightening around him. Melanie was worshipping her husband's cock the same way she did. She just had known that would be the way of it. She shivered and lost her train of thought as her husband slid two fingers inside her pussy and started fingering her quickly, his tongue still working crazy dances on her clit.

With another sharp spasm, she erupted, flooding his mouth and face with her juices. She sighed loudly and squeezed her thighs tightly against his face. She just wanted to feel his breathing on her trembling wet pussy. Only moments later though his tongue snaked out and lightly started another rhythm of licks. Her hips bucked slowly upward and she pulled his hair hard, grinding herself on his open mouth.. 

"You taste so good," Melanie whispered, her small pink tongue licking the curve of his ball sac before slowly sliding up the thick vein stiffening his shaft. Her fingers nested around his tightening ball sac and she squeezed roughly. Her lips wetly opened around the slick purple head of his cock and she licked it greedily. She was surprised when one of his hands slid over her back, down her ass cheeks, and two fingers curled up to caress inside her pussy. 

She was wetter than she could ever remember. She'd loved his wife's tongue on her clit before but there was something so dirty and sexy about the three of them fucking and sucking together that she barely knew what she was doing. Well, she knew actually. She knew she was sucking a hard cock that was throbbing against her tongue. She knew she was going to make him cum. She knew she was going to swallow his cum and lick every drop off his cock. And she she knew later she was going to slide his hard cock into her pussy and fuck him until he came again. 

Recovering from her series of blasting climaxes, he watched his wife slither off the kitchen table and down to to the floor where she joined her mouth and tongue with Melanie's. Melanie pulled off his cock and the two women shared a long hot wet kiss full of hungry tongue and sliding open mouths. Then, lowering their faces slowly and glancing up into his eyes, they kept their open mouths together and slid a tunnel of slippery, glossy lips from the head of his cock all the way down his shaft to the root and then dragged them back up again. Over and over she teased his straining cock until he was grinding his teeth and bucking his hips with every slow slide of their lips. He was so close to cumming, but they pulled away with matching sighs.

His cock felt like it was in the agony of cum denial, burning and pulsing wildly, but he smiled when both women grabbed him and pulled him down to the floor. Once on his back, his wife straddled his head and fed him her pussy and clit with teasing lunges and slides. At the same time, he felt Melanie straddle his hips and reach down to guide his cockhead to the opening of her pussy. She rubbed the thick bulb of it over her clit then – in one move – engulfed his cock, burying it deep inside her.

He was lost in them, in the sensations, in the overwhelming waves of sexual pleasure that roiled over his mind and body. His tongue did things that surprised him as he painted its wetness on his wife's smooth pink clit. Her hips began thrashing as she started seriously grinding her pussy on his mouth. 

"I'm going to cum," she said through a teeth-chattering moan.

When she froze just before falling over the brink into climax, she felt her husband's whole body shudder beneath her. Melanie's head was thrown back and she was screaming softly as she came from the final deepest hardest cock thrust into her.

Feeling his women cum sent shocks from his spine straight down his erect cock and it felt like his own cum was erupting like a geyser, spurt after spurt as Melanie squeezed her pussy tightly around the slowing pulses.

Slowly the trio slid apart like snakes finding the hottest spot. Both women kissed his lips gently and then kissed each other. He lay on the floor smiling still confused and shaking his head.

Melanie slid her hand up his thigh, nudging his softened cock with teasing caresses.

His wife leaned closer to his ear, licking around the curves and blowing softly in his ear.

"Do you think you could do that again?" she asked, smiling.



Ménage a Trois Ch. 01



After 6 months of teasing, I entered their home wearing a hot pink button-down dress, pink bra, and no panties. Connie wasn't home yet, so Tony led me into the bedroom while caressing my arms, back, neck, and natural D breasts. He unbuttoned the first 4 buttons, gazing at the luscious flesh exposed to him. Tony worshipped my breasts - taking one, then the other, out to tease and taste. I could see and feel his instant erection from the moment his mouth first touched my nipple. I reached down to stroke his cock through his boxers and he moaned at my touch. I dropped to my knees and released him from his constraints. I looked up at him, grasped his cock with my right hand, and slowly lowered my mouth over his head. He had a hard time standing up. I took him inch by inch into my mouth, backing off as each new depth was reached, my tongue stroking him - flicking across his head...then I stopped. I stood up, buttoned up, and waited for Connie.

Tony was aching to be in my mouth again, to fuck me. He spread my legs and began licking and nibbling on my inner thighs, stopping just short of the money spot. He breathed on my pussy, though his mouth never touched me. The anticipation was blissful agony. It was HIS turn to tease and leave me hanging. He invited me to remove my bra, which I did, but left my dress on. He positioned himself as if to mount me, but buried his face in my cleavage instead - licking, sucking, nibbling - then backed off and said if he did any more he wouldn't be able to wait for Connie. We snuggled on the bed and watched TV, caressing each other, occasionally kissing, and waited.

When Connie walked in I jumped up, hugged her, moved her hair aside, and licked and kissed her neck. Connie disrobed, revealing her almost intimidating DD breasts and a beautifully shaved pussy. I began playing with her dark nipples, flicking my tongue over them, pinching a little, allowing my hair to fall down and tickle her breasts. Connie began suckling my breasts, paying particular attention to the piercing in my right nipple. I was kneeling on the bed, Connie was standing next to the bed, and Tony decided to lie on the bed next to us. As Connie and I kissed and caressed, Tony began caressing and probing, licking and sucking...he found my dripping pussy and inserted first one, then two fingers. He fingered me like a pro til I was ready to cum. I whispered in Connie's ear that I was dying to taste her. She was happy to oblige...

I lay down on the bed (by this time my dress had been removed and discarded by one of them). Connie straddled my face, and Tony positioned himself between my thighs. I pulled Connie down and began eagerly eating her out. Her delicate lips opened for my tongue, and I dipped into her pussy, tasting her sweet juices. Tony began eating me as soon as he heard Connie's first gasp of pleasure. We found a rhythm...Tony tongue-fucking me and me gently bringing Connie closer to ecstasy. Connie came in my mouth within about 3 minutes of first contact. She shuddered and groaned, said my name and I pulled her sweet cunt closer so I could taste it all. This put me straight over the edge and I came hard a moment later, hips bucking wildly as Tony lapped up every drop of my private nectar. I wasn't done with Connie yet, though. I kept at her, flicking my tongue across her clit, sucking it into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it, applying just the right balance of pleasure and pressure...she came again while Tony watched, alternately kissing her and sucking my nipples. Connie was in heaven, and leaned her body slowly down to lick my clit a little. I told her I needed to be fucked. She told Tony to fuck me. As Tony sheathed his erection, I got on my hands and knees between Connie's thighs and began eating her again. I couldn't get enough! I'd been starved for pussy for some time, and this was bliss! I felt Tony get into position behind me. He grabbed my hips and thrust into me. I was so fucking wet he had no trouble sliding in. I couldn't wait for what was next...



Ménage a Trois Ch. 02



There we were, Connie straddling my face, Tony fucking me senseless. Again we found a rhythm. As Tony plunged into me, I plunged my tongue into Connie's soaking wet center. When he pulled back, I tongued her clit. I worked on Connie for a few minutes, and she said, "ohmygodi'mgonnacumagain!" and filled my mouth with her sweetness. This sent Tony over the edge. He fucked me harder. I tossed my head and told him to pull my hair. He did - but not nearly hard enough. Tony said he wanted to taste me again, so he dismounted, but the condom stayed inside my tight little pussy. Oops!

Tony flipped me onto my back and buried his face between my thighs. Connie went to work on my tits - caressing, licking, and sucking. Connie kissed me deeply while her husband was eating and fucking me. Tony fingered me as he licked and sucked, my pussy squeezing his fingers as if they were his cock...my second orgasm was explosive. I was so incredibly wet when the waves of pleasure that Tony had an idea.

He asked Connie if he could make her squirt. She said, "I dunno. Can you?" I said that sounded like a challenge and he'd better get to it. Tony entered his wife's pussy - made ready by yours truly - and began taking her with a tenderness and force that was beautiful to watch. Her face flushed, he put his right hand on her throat and applied pressure. He asked her if she wanted to cum - if she was ready to let go. She said no and he pulled out and began working her clit in such a way that w/in 60 seconds she was squirting her juices all over the place! I'd never seen that in person. It was fucking HOT!! I bent down and licked the juices from her hips, then kissed Tony so he could taste her orgasm. Tony and Connie decided Tony should "teach" ME to squirt.

Connie positioned me on my back. She began slowly kissing me, massaging my breasts, and running her hands up and down my body. Her mouth traveled south to my nipples where she lingered for some time - licking, sucking hard, and biting. Tony positioned himself between my legs and bent to the task. He licked my clit, sucked it into his mouth, and gently inserted a finger into my pussy. Connie was working my tits, and Tony was bringing me off with his mouth and hands. He added another finger, then changed his angle, took his mouth away, and began feeling around for something he called "the trigger". Connie began kissing me again, but my breath was coming in ragged gasps - he'd found the trigger - so it was more like we were millimeters away from kissing and were instead sharing each other's breath. I felt a flush begin to build from my center. It spread to my chest, my neck, my face, and my sex was getting more and more heated. Tony thought I was "right there" so he removed his fingers and began working my clit the same way he worked Connie's. Alas, though it felt beyond good, I neither came nor squirted. Tony said, "I'll get you next time..." Promises, promises...

Tony was stiff and ready, and asked me to mount him. He grabbed another Magnum, and I slid my swollen pussy down onto his shaft. I settled into place and rode him - grinding my hips, then jacking him off with my pussy...Connie leaned in to kiss him, then got behind me and rubbed her huge tits on my back while I fucked her husband. She looked over my shoulder and I could tell when their eyes met. So fucking hot...but I wasn't ready for him to cum yet, so I dismounted (taking the condom w/me again) and gave him an evil grin, kissing him deeply and promising satisfaction...

In the mean time, Connie had gone to her toy bag and pulled out a U-shaped two woman toy. She said, "I noticed how tight you are. Wanna fuck me?" She explained that the egg-shaped part would be inside my pussy - held in with muscle control - while the dildo extension of the toy was used to fuck her. I was excited at the prospect of taking a woman the way a man does, so I said hell yes I wanted to fuck her. This was getting better by the minute...



Ménage a Trois Ch. 03



I'd never fucked a woman like this before, and I was nervous! In the past, my luscious lips and talented tongue had been enough. What if I didn't do it right? I asked Tony to place my part of the U-shaped toy into my hot, wet, tight little pussy. He leaned down, licked me from base of pussy to tip of clit in one stroke, and gently inserted the egg. It filled me nicely. I clenched around it and felt the beginnings of an orgasm swell. Connie lay down on the bed. I knelt before her and spread her legs. The cock -- MY cock -- felt heavy between my legs. I wanted nothing more than to enter her. I leaned down and kissed her deeply, licked her luscious dark nipples, then looked her in the eye while I eased the cock into her. She gasped in pleasure and began to flush. I pumped her pussy like I'd want mine pumped - hard and fast, then slow and easy, alternating to the rhythm of her sighs. I apologized for not knowing what I was doing. Connie looked at Tony (who had moved to the side of the bed for a better view) and between moans said, "I think she knows EXACTLY what she's doing." I was incredibly turned on but was getting distracted holding the egg inside and fucking Connie at the same time. Clearly I need practice, but I digress...

I slowly backed the cock out of Connie's glistening pussy, and then expelled the egg from mine. I handed the toy to Tony who licked both ends like a lollipop he hoped would never end. Tony said Connie and I tasted amazing when mingled in his mouth. I said, "Shut up and fuck her."

I moved so I could kiss Connie and give proper attention to those awesome tits, and Tony mounted her. He had a vibrating toy w/a corded remote. He placed it on her clit, and then placed his right leg over her left. He fucked her smooth and sweet, talking to her about her past lovers. He thrilled to hear of other men's cocks being buried deep inside his wife. He fucked and stroked, they talked, and I kissed and licked and watched. Connie came hard - but quietly. She was always so quiet...she turned a glassy eyed stare to me and asked, "Do you want him to fuck you again? He's ready to cum, and I want him in you when he does." I said yes, please, and grabbed another in a long line of condoms. So many fallen soldiers that day...

I asked Tony how he wanted me, and he wordlessly directed me to my back. I gently rolled the condom down, and marveled that his excitement was not diminished by the raincoat. He wanted me. Bad. Tony kissed Connie, said a quiet thank you to her, and then entered me. This time was more personal. More passionate. He pumped into me and I wrapped my legs around him. He bit my neck and kissed my forehead, staring into my eyes and straight through me. Tony backed off then -- much to my dismay! -- and repositioned my legs. He lifted my left leg up onto his shoulder, then repositioned himself so he was literally fucking me sideways. Connie kissed me throughout my fucking, whispering to me how hot it was to watch her husband fuck me like that, and thanking me for letting him take me. (Damn! I'm getting wet just thinking about it!) I looked at Tony and told him, "Don't hold back. Give it all to me. Now." He looked at Connie for approval. She nodded, and he truly let go. I felt his already rock-hard cock get harder (is that possible?) then pulse as his cum filled the latex between our skin. Connie reached over and touched him and remarked that he had goose bumps from head to toe. Tony shivered, shuddered, looked at me, kissed me deeply, and backed out. I reached down to grab the condom and make sure nothing spilled out onto the bed. I needn't have worried. The condom was still snug in my tight little pussy.

Connie and I kissed a bit more, and I couldn't resist tasting those nipples again. I gathered my clothes and went to the guest bathroom to freshen up. Connie was dressed when I got back and Tony was just coming out of the shower. I said my goodbyes and left, promising to return.



Menage a Ty



"How are you doing lately, Ty?" Vicki asked her ex, as she picked up Trevor from his place. Her son was busy gathering his stuff, so they had a private moment that allowed for candid discussion.

She was sincerely concerned, as it had been more than three months since Dinah's demise and Ty still seemed to keep to himself. Vicki knew that grief was never easy, especially under such circumstances as the way that Dinah betrayed him right before her death. Even so, the way that Ty simply hung around his house and wallowed in self-pity worried her. Vicki still cared about her ex, as a friend and as Trevor's dad, even if she didn't love him anymore. Trevor had told her more than enough to raise her hackles.

"Not so great. Damn it, Vicki, how can you still see through me like that? We've been divorced for the longest time now, and yet you still know the real me. I can safely say that we're no longer in love, but I can't lie to you worth a damn. Alright, I'll be frank with you. I'm lonely, but I also feel guilty. The last woman that I brought into this house, into my life, harmed my only child. She molested our son. I can't forgive myself for choosing that poorly. My stupid infatuation with that woman resulted in more than my humiliation. It caused a lifetime of scars for our boy.

"You once called him the only good thing that came from our marriage and I suppose that's true. I, however indirectly and unintentionally, left him vulnerable to a predator. Sure, I miss having a woman around, but I fear exposing Trevor to that again. What if I goof up again? I thought only with my dick last time and look what it got all of us. I can't repeat that mistake, Vicki," Ty sighed as he swallowed more beer from his bottle.

His bloodshot eyes indicated that booze was his only companion whenever Trevor wasn't around. Well, her son hadn't even left yet, and Vicki suspected that he would switch from lager to hard liquor as soon as he was alone. At this rate, he would kill himself and deprive Trevor of his father. Whatever her feelings about Tyler, she owed their kid a better childhood than one without the man he worshiped as Dad. Ty owed him more than that as well. For Trevor's sake, if not Ty's sake, Vicki had to intervene. Otherwise, guilt, self-loathing, self-pity, loneliness, and alcohol would kill this man who was so crucial to her son's life.

"Ty, I hate to be the one to nag you or give you hell, since you're my ex-husband. This doesn't come easy for me. I'm a very non-confrontational woman, as you know. Still, if I don't speak up, you'll ruin your own life and Trevor's for good measure. So, I'm gonna give you a piece of my mind. There are some things that you need to do, even if only for Trevor.

"First, you should either quit drinking or cut back significantly. Secondly, it's time to look at getting a social life. Yes, you can do that without booze. Don't even start that crap. You miss having a woman in your life. I understand that. I was lonely, too. Then Dan and the others entered my life, but especially Dan. If nothing else, you need to get laid. That will help your mood a lot and reduce your stress. It will boost your confidence and let you go at your own pace in picking your next girlfriend, wife, or whatever. Next, you need to get back into your usual hobbies. You've all but abandoned them, and that's not healthy for anyone.

"Finally, you need to get close to your brother and sister again. I know that you're still pissed at Ryan and Stephanie for being lovers, but don't you think that the time has come to accept that incest is as natural for them as chasing skirts is to you? Stop being such a hypocrite about sex! You need to relax about things like that. I have learned to accept you for what you are, a lecher. That's just your nature.

"I've accepted it about Dan for certain, even to the point of sharing him with four other women. I've embraced my bisexuality as well. Those women aren't just his sex partners. They're mine, too. I know that Dinah was despicable. She was a real pervert, a pedophile. That's far different from me. Call me a slut, if you must, but I like sex. I never cheated on you, though you certainly cheated on me. I can guarantee you that I jilled off a lot at the end, however, when you stopped sleeping with me.

"Things are different now. Even what Dinah did with those other men was no worse than what you did with her when you were with me. No better, either. Just the same. Equally bad, flawed, human, and forgivable. Only what she did to Trevor was worse. You need to forgive your other brother, Red, too. He's just a horny, hot-blooded man who was more thoughtless than disloyal.

"I'm just trying to tell you to get a grip. Sorry about getting sidetracked there and preaching at you. The point is that you need to let some things go and enjoy your life. Find a woman, maybe a couple of women, or even a man, if that's your thing. Do what makes you happy. Get some action. Get out of the house a little. Go fishing. Play golf. Hunt some game. Go bowling with your buddies. They probably miss you by now and are worried sick about you.

"Live your life. Stop just existing and haunting this place like some damned ghost. Stop moping and whining. See what I mean? Have some fun, damn it! Kick back and have a good time! Practice shooting at the range again. Go to a movie. Laugh a little! Just stop being such a damn hermit!" Vicki gave Tyler the verbal equivalent of a swift kick in the ass.

"As much as I want to tell you to butt out and leave me to my own devices, you're right again. Damn you, Vicki, but you're right! I've been sitting in my own despair for far too long. Forgive me for dragging everyone else down, especially Trevor. Well, you have him for the week, so I guess that I have no excuse. I'll do something fun. Thank you, Vicki. Have you ever considered counseling? I mean, giving it for a living, not seeking it. You'd do well at it," Tyler Marsh stroked his stubble and stood up.

"Good for you, Ty. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to find our son, who seems to have fallen off the planet into a black hole somewhere," Vicki hugged Tyler, before she went searching for Trevor.

When Vicki got Trevor home, he saw Aunt Michelle washing her car and decided that she needed help. It probably had something to do with the hope of getting into a fight with the water hose, not to mention a minor crush that he had on her. He knew that it was wrong and hopeless, because he was only eleven and she wasn't a sicko like Dinah, but he was a healthy boy and the sexual genie was already out of the bottle now. He couldn't touch, but he would definitely look. Where Michelle Velasquez was concerned, looking was quite understandable. She had curly, jet-black hair and a sultry, earthy complexion that just hinted at her Tejana origins.

"Mom, can I help Aunt Michelle wash her car? She looks like she could use the help, even if she's too proud to admit it. I know that Dan is on his last business trip with Aunt Haley, so who else is there to assist her? Aunt Sandy and Aunt Julie aren't visiting right now, either," Trevor begged his mother, who wasn't fooled, but trusted her girlfriend completely.

"Okay, but you still have to get your homework done and don't forget that supper's at seven. Don't let Aunt Michelle forget it, either. She's almost as far into her pregnancy as I'm into mine, so she needs to eat for two as well. Run along now, champ," Vicki kissed Trevor on the forehead and let him go. Then she shook her head and laughed lovingly at her son. He was just like his father, for better or worse.

Thinking of Tyler again, Vicki realized what the best solution was, though it might not appeal to Sandy and Julie. She had to try it, anyway. They needed daily access to cock just as he needed it with pussy. Dan was great in bed, but even a superhuman like him was limited by certain factors, such as time and space. The arrangement worked well for visits back and forth, but it wasn't any good at 2 am on a regular Tuesday. It was understood that five women and a man in one house would make it impossible for anything but sex to get done by anyone, so the couple moving in with Dan wasn't a practical alternative.

Vicki's germ of a plan wouldn't mean that Sandy or Julie would stop screwing any of them. After all, they wanted to get pregnant eventually and there was still a mutual desire among the six partners. It would simply add a man to the equation and thus help both men out. Tyler Marsh might resist at first, but he wouldn't be able to do so for very long. Sandy and Julie weren't a financial burden, since they ran their own business and probably made more than Ty did. They weren't nags or shopaholics. They were two of the sexiest women that Vicki had ever known.

As long as Tyler accepted that Sandy and Julie were "married" to each other, even their lesbian relationship shouldn't be a problem. They wouldn't kick him out of bed. They could have each other as a wife and still have a boyfriend in common. If they respected that it was his house and had been in the family for a generation, she didn't see any difficulties for a menage a trois between Tyler, Sandy, and Julie. He would still be man of the house and he would get to live every man's wet dream.

He could help Dan knock all of the women up, too. It had the makings of a big, happy family. Hell, it would be like a tribe of sorts. Vicki even had fantasies of Dan fucking Tyler in the ass or giving him a blowjob. Dan was openly bi and she suspected that her ex was at least curious about it. Yes, it made perfect sense to Vicki to include Ty in their cozy inner circle. She would have to raise the issue with everyone and hope that they had the same common sense that made them agree to their existing pact. There would have to be a family meeting very soon. Time was money in terms of fixing Ty's problem in particular. He might talk bravely, but Vicki still doubted his resolve to shake off his despair and enjoy his life again.

Vicki steeled herself and dialed Sandy's number.

"Hey, Sandy, it's me, Vicki," she announced herself to her partner.

"Vicki, baby, I know your voice by now. It makes me wet just to hear it. What's up?" Sandy flattered her former boss.

"Thanks for the compliment, but my ex has a major problem. He's still very miserable since he learned about his wife's true nature. I have a plan to fix it that would also help you. I'll have to get all of us behind it, and then we'll have to outfox Tyler.

"Don't worry, you wouldn't have to give up sleeping with us. We'll just add him to the larger group as a second stud and you'll live with him as his girlfriends. You would still be each others' wives. When you're not visiting us, you'd still have a man on hand for your needs. That's my idea, anyway. I called you first because it won't work if you're not interested in Tyler. I need to know that upfront, so I can figure out a plan B," Vicki outlined her strategy.

"Sugar, I didn't know how you would take it, but now that I know that you're cool about it, let me tell you that I think that Ty is a hunk. I can see that Trevor gets his good looks from both sides of the family. There, I admitted it. Dan's still more virile, but that's not a fair comparison, since he's a freak of nature. I'd go along with your plan, and I think that Julie would as well.

"It would be nice to wake up with a man in my arms every morning. I'm sure that she would agree. Spooning with a woman is nice, but I miss doing that with a man, too. Yeah, let's do it. You have my full support in this matter, just as always. Great minds think alike, I guess. So far, there hasn't been any real conflict among us, thank God. Minor squabbles, nothing more. I like a country boy such as your ex, too. I think that we'd be more compatible than you and him, as long he doesn't object to two women loving each other," Sandy felt her panties getting damp at the very idea of sharing Tyler with Julie and vice versa on a daily basis.

"Honey, when has any man been opposed to that? He might protest, but we all know better. Now, two guys are a different matter, but I think that he would be fine with even that. I'm confident that Ty swings both ways. He hasn't said it, but I've seen him almost drool over Brad Pitt a time or two. He hangs out with a lot of muscle-bound jocks at the gym and I've heard him go on too long now and then about their hard bodies.

"I'm no airhead, even if I come across that way at times. I've figured out my ex a long time ago. I even knew about the affairs. I just chose to let them slide because they frankly turned me on. Yeah, I finally admitted that fact. Might as well, since it's been obvious, anyway. In any case, I chose to feign ignorance. Now I don't have to, since Dan and I are honest with each other. Speaking of which, I still need to call him and Haley, as well as tell Michelle. Please hurry up and update Julie on this plan," Vicki encouraged Sandy.

"Baby, I'm right on it. Knowing Julie, I'm likely to get some tail just for being the bearer of good news. Thanks in advance for the fun and games," Sandy hung up in a rush, her underwear smelling distinctly of her fluids.

Vicki called Dan up next and smiled as she realized that her calls tended to result in more sex for both of him. He must have been stiff as a board whenever he saw her number on his phone, if he recalled that tendency, which he probably did. Dan might not have literally been a MENSA member, but he wasn't far off. His IQ was probably the highest in the whole Von Greiner/Blois/Marsh tribe. It was an honor whenever she realized that she now carried his baby, only a little behind Haley in the development.

"Hi, Vicki, sweetheart. What's the news? Good or bad? The last time I had a sudden call like this at work or a business conference, I learned that you were pregnant. I'm hoping for more news like that," Dan smiled as he recalled that time. He had been in the middle of butt-fucking Haley and the announcement made him cum instantly. Haley still teased him about that, but in a good-natured way as always.

"Honey, I have an idea. I hope that you like it. Sandy does. I had to tell her first, because it directly affects her and Julie first. I want them to move in with Ty. They would continue to swing with us. It would be more like Ty was a partner now. In case you're worried, I'm not even remotely interested in going back to him. Fucking him now and then, yes. Living with him, no. Marrying him again, hell, no!

"I'm your wife and slave now. I'm happy and proud to be those. This is just helping a guy out who's in need. Well, that and helping Sandy and Julie, too. They need a man's body in their bed every night. They miss that. I also recall your saying that you're bi. I think that Ty might be, too. The two of you could even get it on from time to time. How does that sound? Was I out of line? Do I need to be punished?" Vicki awaited her man's response anxiously.

"Vicki, as always, you come up with ideas that are pure genius and then worry yourself sick that you're going to upset me with them. I guess that's better than taking my approval for granted, but sometimes I wish that you had more confidence in your own judgment. We're nearly always on the same wavelength.

"Are you kidding me? I fucking love it! It solves our dilemma about Sandy and Julie, while also giving Ty what he really needs. He still feels himself to be less of a man because he couldn't satisfy his wife. It's that old-school thing of 'can't hold your woman'. He still wears the cuckold's horns, honey. This will shake things up and chop off those horns at last. Not to mention get his mind off his needless guilt over not knowing everything before he married Dinah. So he's not God. Newsflash! None of us are.

"And, for the record, I'm never worried about you and your ex. I never forget about my extraordinary powers. I'm not jealous or threatened at all. Trust me, this will happen. It will also answer the question at the back of my mind at last: does my ability work on men, too? If so, I could use a little male booty. I haven't had any in a long time.

"Not since I acquired these magical traits, certainly. That would make it at least a year, since I've had these qualities for about that long. As much as I think that I know about my powers, there are limits and they sometimes surprise me. I've even been wrong about them now and then.

"I did pretty well before then, but this supernatural stuff has changed me in ways that I still don't fully grasp, as much as I tend to think that I've figured it out. I only have this side to me because I was struck by lightning last fall. I'm the same basic guy as back then, but with the addition of this strange power.

"Suffice it to say that I'm thrilled with your little idea, as I always am. We'll hold a family meeting when Haley and I get home and go over the details. I take it that some seduction will be required. He's not in the loop yet.

"The final stage, with me, will naturally involve a 'moment of truth', since we don't want to make that choice for him. If he's gonna be my boy-toy, he needs to volunteer for it. Granted, it will make things more convenient for us if everyone is bound that way, but he has to have some way, if possible," Dan signed off on Vicki's plan.

Vicki couldn't help but laugh at this point. It was comforting and amusing in a way that this wise and powerful man whom she loved so much didn't know everything. For once, in fact, she knew something that he didn't. Vicki didn't really care about knowledge as power; it was just that too much disparity would make her feel even less worthy of his affections. As it was, she sometimes wondered he could possibly see in her, yet she knew that he never picked the wrong woman for his purposes. She understood that intuitively.

"Sorry, dear. I don't mean any disrespect, but it is reassuring to know that you're not omniscient. Honey, that little scene that you performed for Sandy and Julie didn't really mean anything from a practical viewpoint. I don't know how it applies to men, but we ladies are helpless once we meet you.

"You took away our willpower the moment we entered your presence. I suspect that men will be in the same boat. Sex wasn't how you took control of us. Being in the same room did that. It happened gradually, but we became your minions after we encountered you. The only way that you could avoid dominating us would be to die.

"Naturally, I hope that you don't resort to that. I rather like being your bitch. Yeah, I went there. Haley had it right when she called herself that. We're all your bitches, your slaves, concubines, wives, whatever you want to call us. You own us, possess us, and control us just by sharing and breathing the same air with us. The cruelest thing that you could ever do would be to dismiss or emancipate us. We don't want to be free of your power. You were wrong when you said that can never be casual sex with you. It goes further than that. There can never even be platonic friendship with you, at least for women. I think that men could be like that, too.

"I predict that Tyler will be the same way, once he spends enough time hanging out with you. The only exception is children. I note that you still have influence on Trevor, but thankfully it doesn't take on a sexual component yet. Whomever or whatever gave you this power intended it that way for a good reason, I'm sure. Even if it was a bolt of lightning, I think that it came for a purpose," Vicki lovingly briefed Dan on something that he didn't yet realize about his powers.

"I hope that's not totally true, though I fear that it might be. It hurts to think that I might not have any real adult friends in this world, just people who want to have sex with me. Not that sex is bad, of course, but the idea that I can't have non-sexual relationships with anyone, well, that frankly bothers me.




Menage a Ty



"What about your father and Earl? Surely they don't feel that way, even though they're gay. At any rate, it's a great idea, as I said. Let's put it into action as soon as possible. We'll hold a proper gathering when I return, but in the meantime, you have my full permission to go ahead with this scheme of yours. Only the gay part will have to wait.

"Okay, love ya, but Haley and I have to run. I hate working Sundays, but this is my last business trip, if you're recall. I'm going to delegate that stuff in the future, like a proper mogul. That way, I can be home more with you and the rest of our family. Give everyone our love," Dan told Vicki.

"I will, honey. Love you, too. And Haley, of course," Vicki ended the call, mercifully not bringing up the "impossibility of platonic friendship thing" anymore.

Vicki reflected on her father's case, which she hadn't considered before. The more she thought about it, the more it became apparent that Earl and he were at least two exceptions to what she had seen. If so, it was plausible that men were wholly or partly exempt from the sexual side of Dan's magic, and that would be very good news to him. They clearly weren't exceptions in terms of "persuasion", but that wasn't always a sexual phenomenon. This was good news, though it meant that Ty might not go for the bi experimentation. Then again, as Dan often said, life was full of trade-offs.

Since Dan had work to do, Vicki simply texted him a message along those lines that he'd hopefully see later. She was giddy at the thought of surprising him with good news. She also became wet at the idea of her partners seducing her ex. She could easily picture him yielding to the temptation. He badly needed the company of the fair sex. Masturbation and cold showers only went so far. She knew that from her own experience.

The rest of the day was rather dull, except for Michelle and Trevor joking about the car wash and the water fight that they had earlier. Vicki didn't mind the playful flirting that her son did with Michelle, since it would never go anywhere at his age. It was a normal part of his growth as a pre-adolescent male. The boredom ended when Julie called much later that night.

"Hey, sweetie, thanks for the clever plan. I hope that Dan agrees to it. I would love to seduce your ex for you. You know, he's lucky, because most ex-wives want their ex-husbands to be lonely and miserable. You're such a voyeur, aren't you? It took me a while to understand that about you, but now I do. Anyway, I'm glad that you thought it up.

"Sandy and I will have so much fun with Tyler. He won't even know what's hit him. By the way, she wore me out this afternoon. I love it when she uses that strap-on with me. I came four times, thanks to your neat little scheme and her dildo," Julie told Vicki in the softest, most sensual voice she could find.

"Oh, you're very welcome, darling. Glad to know, especially the multiple orgasms. You're right about Ty not having a clue what's gonna happen to him. And I enjoy that dildo, too, almost as much as that damn voice of yours. It's making me wet just to hear it. I know what Michelle and I will be doing tonight," Vicki returned the favor with her own silky voice.

As Vicki predicted, once the call was over and Trevor safely tucked in, she ambushed Michelle with a steamy tongue kiss and all but ripped off her clothes. Ms. Velasquez swiftly succumbed to the attack and gladly joined Mrs. von Greiner in bed for a whole night of frantic lesbian sex. Vicki particularly loved rimming Michelle, something that drove her girlfriend wild every time. The Latina came quite a few times to Vicki's tongue being lovingly applied to her bottom.

When they graduated to tribbing, it was Vicki's turn to cum hard. Michelle knew how to maximize the friction between their cunts. The way that they kissed while it happened didn't hurt, either. It wasn't long before the two women's legs were so entangled with each others' that they'd have a delay when they needed to stand up for a shower. Their bodies seemed to melt together, Vicki's flesh fusing into Michelle's, as the sweat made their skin soft and slick.

Michelle then brought out what she had once called her "surprise": a double-headed vibrator. She put one end into her own asshole and the other into Vicki's, before turning the switch to make it vibrate. This didn't just made Vicki cum. It made her squirt as she did when at her most excited. She gushed all over Michelle, who pulled out the vibe and rubbed Vicki's juices all over both of them. She then licked them off Vicki. The mistress of the house was happy to reciprocate when her chance came. This brought on one of Michelle's "wildcat" climaxes. Seeing this always pleased Vicki, who really was a voyeur.

"You know, we should really make the most of this while we can, Vicki. Once our pregnancies are further along, you know that we'll have to be a lot tamer with the sex, including the Sapphic kind. That means that I'll have to delay the next toy in my collection until after we've delivered. It's a set of three matching butt-plugs. I want each of us ladies to wear one when we can, on a regular basis. What do you think of that idea? They're different sizes.

"The biggest one would go in my ass, the medium in Haley, and the smallest in you, because your tush is a little tighter. Not putting you down. You have a nice ass, but Haley and I are larger women and big butts come with that territory. They should all fit well, if I shopped for them properly. The really cool thing is that they vibrate and have a remote control to adjust the settings. I figured that Dan should keep that. Betcha he'd have lots of fun with that toy.

"Can you imagine washing dishes or folding clothes and suddenly feeling those vibrations out of nowhere? Or going out to lunch somewhere and getting all wet because he turned the switch? I would rush to the ladies' room and jill off if that happened. I would also drain his balls the next time I saw him. What about you? I know, you'd follow to the washroom and squirt to the sounds from my stall. Then we'd both drain him when we saw him again," Michelle talked dirty to Vicki as they showered.

"Damn, that's a fantastic idea, Michelle! I wonder if Dan would let me borrow the remote now and then, however. That way, I could make Haley squirm while she's working with him. Think about what kind of hot sex they'd have then! She'd just about rape the guy. You and I both know that. They'd both owe me one, well, except for the fact that I'd get pleasure from knowing what I did to them. Julie was right. I'm a serious voyeur. I freely admit it. Why not? The only thing hotter than watching and hearing about sex is actually having it, or even better, watching and having it at the same time," Vicki giggled as she washed Michelle's bottom and caught herself fingering her girlfriend's asshole.

"Oh, sorry, Michelle. You're probably sore right there, aren't you? I'll back off," Vicki blushed and stammered an apology.

"No, don't stop it. Fuck my ass with your fingers! You're right that it's sore, but I love it! Finger-fuck my asshole! Sodomize me!" Michelle squealed, as Vicki had her close to yet another release. She loved to have her ass ravaged like that. Michelle liked anything done to her ass, to be perfectly honest.

"Your wish is my command, girlfriend," Vicki answered seductively, as she continued to violate Michelle's butt.

Several more minutes of this repeated anal probing had more than the desired effect, as Michelle came furiously yet again. Her knees weakened from the power of this orgasm. Vicki had to hold her up while pretending not to be wet once more. Michelle wasn't a fool, so once she was steady on her feet, she picked Vicki up and carried her to the bed to half-kill her with sex. She licked, fondled, kissed, fingered, and rubbed Vicki to the point of exhaustion. The girlfriends curled up in each others' arms and soon dozed off to dream of orgies and other wonderful things.

Sandy and Julie didn't wait long to carry out their roles in this sexy conspiracy. They used the excuse of wanting to get Ty's advice about guns and marksmanship to arrange a rendezvous at the closest sporting goods store the next Saturday. He was vaguely familiar with the couple from times when they'd hang out with Vicki, Dan, and the others. He knew that Trevor called them "Aunt Sandy" and "Aunt Julie", which made him more comfortable with these women, since it indicated to him that his son trusted and admired these women for some reason. All of this inclined Tyler to do this favor for the ladies. He admitted to himself that they were pretty, though he was unfamiliar with them to think that they were lesbians. The notion that they were bisexual didn't occur to him.

After a highly enjoyable trip to the store, which resulted in a couple of actual purchases (they really needed the help, in fact), Sandy and Julie invited Ty to eat supper with them at their place. Despite the awkward feeling that it might be an imposition, Tyler was utterly charmed and relaxed in their company, so he quickly accepted their invitation. Dinner turned out to be a fine roast from the crock pot, along with fully loaded baked potatoes and steamed broccoli, washed down with a very nice California Merlot. The conversation was intelligent, humorous, and even little flirtatious, much to Ty's surprise.

Three helpings and three glasses of wine later, Tyler was rather amenable to the couple's offer to veg out on the sofa and watch some TV with them. Since this was NASCAR, he was especially thrilled to take them up on the kind gesture. Once Ty was completely laid-back and his resistance was weakest, Sandy and Julie made a point of sitting down on the same couch on either side of him. This seemed to be odd behavior for lesbians, but Ty was too mellow to worry much about it. He was still a happy camper and hardly given to being his normal suspicious self.

When Sandy "accidentally" grazed her fingers over Ty's crotch, that was one thing, but when Julie slipped her hand down his pants, subtlety was gone. This was a blatant grope and it indicated an intent to either tease or entice him. He had no doubts at all once Sandy unzipped his fly and starting easing his jeans down to his ankles. As they pulled off Tyler's boots and socks, he realized that he had been trapped. He didn't stand up to leave, of course, since he was no idiot. If two women wanted to service him, he would go along with the program.

"Girls, I thought that you were gay, but if you're serious about this, I'll gladly do my part. I have to warn you that I didn't expect to get laid today, so I left my rubbers back home. It's only fair that I tell you that," Ty told the ladies, somewhat flustered at the idea that he hadn't seen this one coming a mile away. Then again, he really had assumed that they were only into their own sex.

"Honey, we're not worried about rubbers, so why sweat it? We'd rather go bareback, anyway. It's more natural and pleasurable. This is about us taking care of a fine and decent lawman who's been nice enough to help us protect ourselves. Just sit back and let us have our way with you. We want you to fall asleep happy. We're not gay, baby. We swing both ways, emphasis on 'swing'. Just enjoy our bodies, okay? We plan to enjoy yours for sure," Sandy assured Tyler, while Julie's mouth was busy engulfing his cock.

Seconds later, both women had pushed the coffee table closer to the TV to make room so they could share the joy of giving Tyler head. Ty had to fight hard against his urge to shoot cum down their throats. Things got hotter still once Sandy and Julie undressed each other and made out in front of him.

As they slipped a cock ring on Tyler, he panicked for a second, but Julie soothed his fears by whispering, "Relax. We just want to keep you ready for our pussies. You'll cum before you know it."

She proved her sincerity by riding Ty for what felt like an endless fuck. Then Sandy took over for another interminable romp. This kept up for about a dozen minutes, as it turned out. Then, once the girls took off the ring, Julie resumed her turn to get his cum deep inside her cunt. Tyler shot a load of spunk that shocked all of them with its size and force. The ladies weren't done with Ty, either.

"So, let us know when you want a second round. I deserve your seed, too, right? Can we retire to our bed so we can each have a chance to sit on your face? Creampies are not so bad. I'll show you, if you'd like. I will eat all of your cum off of Julie's outer folds. Not the inside, however. She loves it there. Think of your little sperm, rushing to the next egg, hurrying to penetrate one of them and make Julie a mommy.

"She wants to be one, you know. In fact, you just helped her out that way. It's a highly fertile time for her, for both of us, as it happens. You probably knocked her up just now. Come on, deputy. Follow me. My pussy has an appointment with your mouth and Julie's cunt with my tongue. The damage is done now. No sense in fretting or wringing your hands. You're gonna be a daddy again. I want your baby, too, by the way," Sandy urged Tyler as Julie and she led him to their bedroom.

Tyler didn't even remember exactly when he lay down on the bed, with Sandy's pussy tempting his tongue. He knew that these ladies must have pushed him onto it, but he didn't care. He lapped away at Sandy with enthusiasm, while she leaned over to orally eliminate the traces of his seed from Julie's folds. He was tipsy, yes, but not so drunk that he didn't appreciate the sweetness of Sandy's pussy. The girls had taken a way while to talk Vicki into the wine part of their plan, due to her fears of alcoholism, but it paid dividends. Tyler was just buzzed enough to be suggestible, but not too much to perform excellently for their benefit.

Before Ty knew it, he was hard once again, and Sandy lay underneath him instead for a wonderful missionary fuck. Julie faced him while Sandy continued licking her, this time sweetly rimming her as well. Tyler was no porn star, but he knew that he had done rather well for himself that evening. This was confirmed when both of the women came in turn prior to him. The smell, more than the noise, made it obvious that they weren't faking it. What he didn't know was that the biggest turn-on was their awareness that they would both conceive that night.

At last, Tyler emptied his second and last load of cum from his balls for the night. He was drained in both senses of the word, but he was also happy. He slept the slumber of the truly content, instead of the fitful sleep of the morose and disgruntled. He naturally had some of the best dreams ever as he snored. Sandy and Julie, who both awoke before him, simply adored watching him snore and talk in his sleep, both habits that had irked Dinah. He was both free and safe, lying between two women who virtually worshiped him. Epilogue

The family meeting proved to be an anti-climax. Dan confirmed his approval of Vicki's plan, which already bore fruit. Tyler was open to the idea of exploring his sexuality, but he couldn't promise anything beyond that, as he told his girlfriends. Sandy and Julie both winked at each other on that point, knowing that Ty would end up trying Dan's cock in his ass.

The main consequence of this handy little plot was that there was a new wedding in October, this time a renewal of the girls' vows while they also exchanged them with Tyler. Three pregnant bridesmaids attended in the form of Dan's slaves and Tyler's entire family was present this time around. Ryan was best man and Stephanie was matron of honor, despite not being technically married. After all, this triple marriage wasn't legally binding. Sandy and Julie were lovely and ecstatic brides, both of them roughly six weeks' pregnant.

Tyler was happiest of all, as he kissed each of his new "wives" and a very open-minded minister named Red Marsh did his penance for fucking his brother's last wife by pronouncing them married. It was a homecoming and despite the lack of booze at the reception (at the insistence of Ty's new AA sponsor, Earl Hamlin), they had a good time celebrating this new beginning for Sergeant Tyler Marsh of the Sheriff's Department.



Menage at Aunt Aud's



I left my aunt Audrey’s an older 18 than when I arrived.  She taught me things in a weekend, that would have taken years to learn with someone my own age. I got home and called Diane and asked her out that night. I borrowed Mom s car and we went to the drive in I haven t seen any movies with Di we spend all our time making out.I talked to her about going out to Audreys house on Saturday and swimming and fooling around.  She readily agreed . After I dropped her off I went home and masturbated thinking about the fun to come on Sat. I just wish my wall was a little thicker my Mom keeps busting me, what are you doing in there . Any how the week went by way to slow for me. I told my Mom I had to go back to Audreys and finish what I started the week before, and could I use the car. A moment of panic when she said maybe she would take the ride with us. That wouldn't t do at all!! Luckily my sister called and asked her to lunch and shopping. So that freed up the car and set my mind at ease.

Saturday finally came and I picked Diane up ,and away we went.  I guess my excitement showed because Diane asked if everything was OK.I told her I was excited about going to Aud s cause of all the fun we had the last time.  And that was no lie.  She reached over and grabbed my hard dick to confirm that I was excited.  She got this big smile on her face as she unzipped me.  She leaned over and gave me 65mph. head very dangerous when your dealing with someone like me, when I come, I totally lose control. So as the moment built the car slowed till I couldn t concentrate on driving at all I pulled to the break down lane and let loose!!!!! I let her clean me off as we pulled into traffic she sat up and still had the smile.  I reached over and put my hand on her knee and they parted for easy access. I spent the next 15 miles rubbing her clit and fingering her till she came.  We were almost to our exit my dick was getting hard in anticipation of things to come.

A little info about Audrey.  My mom and her went way back to their high school days. Both had married out of high school.  My Dad died when I was 15. Aunt Aud s husband died shortly after leaving her this 5 bedroom 3 bath house on 3acres, they had just bought.

She went to collage while her husband was in Europe during WW2. When he died she at least had an education where it was easy for her to find work. She lived at home when he was at war so her Mother took care of Dale.  I mentioned her daughter earlier. At this time Dale was 21 and married. Dale was the first to ever give me a hard on.  She got in deep shit cause I was 8 and she was13 and we got busted sneaking into each others rooms, while our parents played cards. Dale s pussy was the first I touched with hair on it also.  As I said earlier we played with each other as we grew up Dr&Nrs. I never looked at Aud as anything other than my moms friend. Till Now. Hot Hot Hot!!!

Diane and I pulled into the driveway and up to the house.  We went in and were greeted by Aunt Audrey.  She took us into the living room. I was startled to see her camera set up on a tripod in front of the window facing the pool. I asked about it and she said she was filming birds earlier that morning. We small talked for a while.  Di said she couldn t wait to get in the pool.So she went and put on her suit we came prepared this time.  My plan was to get it off her as soon as possible.  Even tho I went and changed into my suit. Aunt Aud excused herself saying she was up early and she was going to nap awhile.  Before she went Di asked her why the pool was so far from the house.  Her reply was the previous owner s had lots of kids & grand kids.  They put it out there to allow the the children some freedom to make all the noise they wanted. With that she told us to have fun, and she would be out after her nap.

Di and I walked down to the pool. As always I was unable to keep my hands off her. Reaching inside her two piece bottom to grab a little of that beautiful ass.  She rebuked me saying my aunt was still watching.  I turned and saw no one and told her so.  She grabbed my cock and gave it a playful squeeze,and ran the rest of the way to the pool.  She jumped in with me close behind.  I swam under water and between her legs giving her pussy a pat as I swam by. Once we were settled in we started making out I pulled her bottoms off .She protested saying that what if my aunt s camera was still filming.  I laughed and said that in that case we better put on a very special show.As I was talking I was freeing her pretty tits from the bathing-suit top. She kept making mild protests about getting caught by my aunt but at the same time I could she was getting turned on by the idea.  I asked her what she would do if my aunt came out while we were both naked.  I told her that my aunt would really have the goods on us.  She could make us do any thing she wanted . So s not to tell our parents!! Diane was getting more and more excited by this talk of getting caught she was humping my hand and kissing my neck.  I pulled her over to the side of the pool. She sat on the edge like last week only this time I know she was aware of the camera she kept glancing toward the window. I kept telling her to relax that my aunt was sleeping, and not to worry. Finally when I had my tongue buried in her and my fingers playing her clit she got into my tongue fucking.  I was doing some of the new things with my tongue Aunt Aud taught me and Di was definitily benefiting.  She came a small shudder and I dug deeper my tongue slipping to her ass-hole my fingers rubbing her clit in no time my manipulations produced the desired results she released a river of cum, arching her back she flopped around as if in seizure.  She professed her love for me, while almost pulling my ears off my head Oh my God she said every time we have sex it gets better, I ve never come like that in my whole life . She lie back and I walked to the steps {none of that boner breaking shit this week]. I came to her and sat next to her we hugged and she pushed me over. As she gently ran her lips down my torso, she stopped at my nipples and sucked them into her hot mouth.  All the while I was talking to her about Aunt Aud, and what if she was watching, and filming what we were doing.  She looked up at me and told me that she hoped my aunt was watching. We made such beautiful love she wanted to share the experience, and if she was watching she couldn t yell at us not without busting herself as a perv.  Yes Diane was not only beautiful she was smart too! I asked Diane what we should do if my aunt came out? She said she wasn t sure there are different ways she could come out [this told me we were going to get caught] angry, understanding, or naked herself.  She hoped she didn t come out angry, because the other two we could handle.  That said she went down on my cock and swallowed it whole she was in the throes of passion but still thinking rationally.  That is a puzzle cause men don t have that capacity once the blood drains from the big head to the little head its over. That's about where I was at that time.  Diane was whipping me with her hair as she bobbed and twisted her head up and down my shaft.  My second come of the day was on its way my explosion was grand.  This girl was my passionate match. She gulped my come and lay on my belly licking the last drops. She got up and stretched. She went to her suit pool side ,where I threw it , put it on and asked if I wanted a cold drink.  With that she said she would be right back.

The story goes Diane ran into my aunt in the house and asked if she minded if we skinny dipped.  My Aunt Audrey was not at all taken back as a matter of fact she admitted to swimming that way herself almost exclusively.  Diane almost begged Aud to join us. My aunt wondered weather or not I would be embarrassed, Diane told her that I had nothing to be embarrassed about, that I had a nice body.  But if I was I could put my suit on].Diane returned with the soda s,she told me what transpired between the two of them. Diane stripped out of her suit about that time Audrey came down the walk wearing a robe and carrying an arm load of towels, practical woman.  Towels much better than cement to lie on.We all took our towels and spread them out.  Aud asked if I minded her being there, my reply was as long as she didn t mind me walking around with a hard-on.  She laughed and told me that unless I controlled my self better she wasn t going to take me to the nude beach anymore [never been to the nude beach]. And as far as controlling what my cock was going to do on a given moment Ha! I was 18 my dick was naturally hard ya maybe for a few moments after cumming but other than that hard!!! My aunt shrugged her robe, again I was awed she had a great body!! Diane too was impressed I heard her breath catch when she saw my aunts body, but she hid it behind a sip of soda.I decided it was time for a dip.  My dick was getting hard again, watching the two beautiful women sunning.After a while I just gave it up,and climbed out of the pool. My dick bounced it s way over to the towel, it was so hard it almost hurt. Both the ladies were smiling like they swallowed the bird.  My aunt told Di that she should do something about my condition or she would.  Di s smile grew as she pulled me down on the towel between them.  She took my dick in her hand and told Aud that she could use some help.  My aunt not being one to waist a good hard-on, as I found out the week before, leaned over and licked the pre come off me as she looked Diane right in the eye.  The look they gave each other smoldered with passion, I thought to myself I m in big trouble! But I sure as hell didn t want to get out of it. Aud licked the head and offered some to Di who in turn sucked the top into her mouth.  They were teasing each other using my dick as a Na Na.  I was holding my head up with my hands watching as the two women went in at the same time.  Each licking up their side meeting at the top they wrapped their tongues around each other in a kiss that lacked no passion, when they broke that look passed between them once again. They both moved their mouth s around and up and down my shaft I was so taken with their lust I didn t notice I was about cum and cum I did. I erupted shooting cum up to my chest. The girls scrambled to see who could lick up the most it really didn t matter they kept meeting and mixing their mouthfuls with their tongue s.  I went down for the count when I came to each had their hand on part of my cock & balls and heads resting in the crook of my arm.It was a very pleasant feeling, a real calm compared to the intense passion of a few moments before.  They were moving their fingers toying with my soft dick,Aud new how to bring it right back to hard but I got the feeling she and Di were getting a little more comfortable with each other, so she wasn t rushing. We were all getting to much sun on places that weren t used to sun,Aunt Auds tan tho had no lines, confirming what she told Di earlier about skinny dipping.  The more I looked at Aud the more impressed I became with her body, her tits only sagged the slightest, her tummy was flat with no stretch marks, her ass a sexy jiggle, her legs were very shapely, even her feet were sexy.  Noticing all these things my cock was stirring again.  Time for another dip, this time the girls joined me.  Aud swam like an Olympian, I was a strong swimmer also so we raced a few laps Di being the starter.  I offered a bet the winner got to eat Di s pussy.  Aud asked me what made me think she was that kind of girl.  I said the race would determine that.If she tried we would know, well she agreed to the bet.Di laughing said she wins either way her kind of bet! I said I think we all win either way. You guessed it I lost, did you ever try swimming with a hard -on, well it kind a acts like a rudder. And I did complain to no a vale, Aud told me I should have kept my mind on the race instead of the prize! We all laughed, Aud said we should have some lunch, so we headed to the house. I still had the hard-on Aud asked Di if it ever went away.  Di,s sighed and sad no hardly ever but we all have our cross to bare.  She said if only she could keep it hard the other ten minutes, her life would be complete. We all laughed, and Aud offered to be as much help as she could. I wasn t hungry so I went to the shower to get the chlorine off, as I passed the living room I noticed the red light on the camera. I went in and looked through the lens. It brought me right to the towels, I called to the kitchen and asked if I should turn it off. Aud called back in and wondered how in the world did that get turned on? And said yes turn it off we would have to watch some bird films later!! I started the shower I used the master bath it had a four seat Jacuzzi and a multi head shower also a bidet and two sinks and mirrors as far as the eye could see. I just got the water right when company arrived the two women pushed their way in and started soaping everything in sight, me included. We soaped and rinsed and soaped again, Aud stepped out a moment and came back and was holding an old fashioned hot water bottle with a long hose and several plastic wrapped ends for the hose. I watched as the women douched each-other, than Aud turned and said ok its your turn. My what!She said just turn around you know I wont hurt you. I looked to Di for help but she just shrugged. I turned, Aud said assume the position so I put my hands on the wall she lubed her tool with some soap and asked Di to hold my ass open so she could hit her target. She slid the 5 in.tip in my ass 3 feet, OK OK 3 inches but I was a virgin. I swear it felt like she put two quarts of water up my ass she told me to hold it and go sit on the toilet. I went back to the shower she did it again, the third time she told me to let go in the shower. So I bent and tried to squirt her. Dumb the position left my ass open to her hand, Ouch. She followed her hand in with her lips and gave my butt a kiss, she let her tongue slip to my hole and proclaimed it to be edible, as she offered Di a taste. I was surprised Di dove right in I know she never did anything like that before. But she was a natural in no time she had me bent over begging for her not to stop. A glance over my shoulder, Aud was watching with wild eyes as she stroked her pussy with one hand and pulled her nipples with the other. Aud moved closer and turned Di s head from me to her Di went after her pussy like she was born to it. She told me later she often fantasized about being with another woman, and she took full advantage, to make her fantasy come true. I watched stroking my cock Audrey s knees buckled and she pushed her cunt into Di s face Di pushed back to drink my aunts cum and not waste a drop. She pulled out of Aud s cunt and without taking a breath grabbed my cock with her pussy soaked mouth she sucked me with abandon of true lust and passion. I don t think she knew where she was. All she knew was she needed that dick. She pumped and pulled and sucked till I could not hold on I exploded down her throat at the same time she came so hard it almost through her over backward. Good thing she was holding my cock so tight.

I was the only one left standing OK I was leaning against the wall. If not for the wall I would have been fucked out heep#3. As it was I was able to turn on the shower again and hose the ladies down. We all regained our composure and dried each other off. We went right to the master bed and Di asked when Aud was gonna claim her prize. No time like the present smiled Aud as she slid her tongue along Di s calf and up her thigh moving ever closer. As she went I watched from the base of the bed Auds ass stuck high in the air allowing me to view her ass and pussy not to be out done just as Aud clamped onto Di s clit I buried my face in Aud s cunt my nose rested on her anus till I couldn t breathe. I moved my tongue up to her ass and back again. Her pussy was soaking wet and I needed to put my dick in there. I moved up behind her and easily slid in. I bumped and ground slowly not wanting to separate her mouth from Diane s pussy. I was looking into Di s eyes and she looked at me with true love and true lust. She watched as I fucked my aunt and we knew, Di and I, were the best. As Aud s mouth worked its magic on Di s pussy I watched Di go from a lusty trance to twisting lust filled wench. With her budding orgasm my efforts increased the chain works perfect Auds tongue worked harder. We reached the peak together Diane cried out I growled Aud s if she made any sound was buried in Di s cunt. I don t think Audrey was ready for Diane s discharge but she didn t miss much,her muffled gulps told me that.I fell to one side ready for a nap. I wasn t the only one.

When we awoke it was late in the afternoon. We should be getting home,Aud didn t want us to leave.I had my Moms car but Audrey told me to call and see if we couldn t stay over. It was ok with my Mom. All we had to do is ok it with Diane s folks. that wasn t as easy. Aunt Aud smoothed it out with her mother telling of the 5 bdrms. And she could use our help closing the pool in the A.M. poor widow woman! We ordered pizza and I drove to town to get it and some soda. Upon my return they made me undress they still hadn t put any clothes on so I was easy to oblige. We ate pizza while we watched the movie of the afternoons antics. We kept looking at each other you could tell we were getting ready for another session. Well you could tell I was ready that's obvious, with the girls I had to look in their eye s. I had to comment on what a sexy trio we were.We were all in agreement that there was more to come after all I only ate Diane out once today. Aud got near drowned in Di s juice and she wanted more also.The girl cum s in qt s. And she found another person that appreciated that. Aud and I are in agreement drinking her cum is great getting her to that point is the most fun. None of us ate much, our appetites were reserved for each other. Audrey suggested we retire to the Jacuzzi she told me to grab the movie. I was puzzled till we got to the bath and with a remote she opened a mirrored panel to reveal a T.V.-V.C.R. combo. I went to put the tape in but there was already one in the carriage. I suggested we watch the one that was in there. I didn t know for sure but I guessed it was the one of Di and me. Sure enough as we watched we commented that Di looked as if she were playing to the camera. She admitted fantasizing about being watched by Audrey, so she put on a good show. Aud was across from me and she put her foot on my chest I looked at Di and made sure I was being watched. I grabbed her foot with both hands and began to massage her instep and up to her toes and down to her heals, Di asked why I never do that for her. I answered I ve never done this for any one, I m learning myself. I went on to explain about noticing what a sexy woman Aud was right to her feet. But now that I m becoming aware I ll pay her feet attention to. With that I took Auds big toe in my mouth. I sucked slowly and made my way down each toe till the baby . I went back up the line when I reached the big toe I sucked it deep into my mouth. I glanced at Di and she had Aud s other foot to her lips she was aping my actions. I started sucking her toes as if they were her cock Audrey was getting the benefit of our competition to see who gave the best foot .I don t know who broke first but it was suggested we move the party to the bed.

Di and I continued our competition in the bed room each of us making love to one of Audreys feet=calf=thigh and on. We were definitely lust crazed sucking on every inch of Auds body occasionally meeting to tongue each others mouths, but most of the attention went to Aud. Funny we as a team we avoided her pussy and her nipples but we awakened every other erogenous zone known to man and or woman.Aud was in a separate world taken to a new plane by our caresses. At one point she was talking in tongues, now and than you could make out a word like[ obubldg comhtgl suckmeohgod aligydv yessssssslickmeeee oglby]. You get the point I think.Her voice changed at one point and she said FUCK ME NOW! I didn t hesitate I climbed between her legs and slid into her pussy ,she was so wet the sheet was soaked beneath her.Di was startled by the voice,she saw me move and followed suit but she placed her pussy on Aud s mouth we were looking at each other again she leaned to me and we kissed as we humped Audrey s body.Diane had one hand on my neck the other reached to where my cock was ramming into Auds pussy. She rubbed Aud s clit than she reached into her cunt with two fingers my cock and her fingers left little room for any thing else. Di had that dreamy look she too was lost in ecstasy I was afraid she would hurt Aud. As she now put all her fingers into Aud the feeling on my dick was absolutely fantastic even after cumming several times I was reaching that point again. I started shooting in Aud but Di pulled me out and caught some in her hand and and the rest in her mouth she turned and let Aud lick her hand. It was such an erotic scene. I felt part of the greatest sex team in history.




Menage at Aunt Aud's



Di was commenting on how bad she needed some dick. Aud asked what was wrong with mine. Di said to Aud she just got the best. Aud had the knowledge of how to get it back in action she pushed me down and started sucking my cock I thought I was done for the day. How wrong I was! Di was lying with her legs spread as Aud sucked my cock she finger fucked Diane my dick was not cooperating,till she took her pussy soaked fingers and brought one to my ass. She slid it into me and almost instantly the cock came to attention. She smiled at Di and asked if she wanted to go for a ride. Di climbed on facing away from me Aud kept her finger in me and I could feel her tongue licking my balls. And I thought I had felt the best, now I was riding a new feeling, the most intense sexual buzz enveloped my whole being. I lifted my head so I could see what was making me feel so good. I could only see Diane bouncing and grinding on my dick. I was getting lost in the total feeling of being fucked in my ass while fucking Di s pussy. Auds tongue felt like a cats licking my balls, she ran it up into Di s ass and to the base of my cock where it joined to Di s pussy ,she lapped Di s juice s I was riding an EROTIC wave that was way over my head. We were all lost in lust and lovin it!! Diane kept cumming and her pussy was so wet as if she was pissing . But it was all her cum juice. Audrey pumped her finger in and out of my ass harder and faster. My climax built but held as I pumped Di I think I was on the verge of insanity I was in a place where all there was ,was SEX, and I never wanted to return. I think Di was screaming steady now or is that me,no it is us. Aud pulled her fingers from my ass and a flood of cum shot deep into Diane s cunt!! I passed out just as Di collapsed on me. I awoke a short time latter with Di on one shoulder and Aud on the other. Both breathing evenly sound asleep. I smiled as I too drifted off. Time was something I lost totally that day or was it days? I woke up to my dick being sucked, always a joy to open my eyes to a bobbing head. Not that it happened all that much in my 18 years. But in the years since I have enjoyed the sensation many times. Audrey was pulling at my cock with her mouth Di lay nestled in the crook of my arm, awake and watching!! I moaned a little Di looked up at me smiled and licked my nipple and started sucking on my tit. Another new and wonderful feeling how much more pleasure could we bring one another. I was willing and able to find out as another round began.



Menage au Trois



Debbie's plane lands with a screech as the tires hit the concrete runway and slowly taxi towards the terminal. She begins thinking of Leigh, 

"How long has it been?" she asks herself. 

The plane stops at the terminal and people begin to file out. Leigh spots Debbie and calls out her name giving the other a big smile and bigger hug. 

"I'm so excited. This is going to be great. I just wish I had more then the couple of days here," Debbie says. 

"That's okay," Leigh replies, "I'm only here for a couple of days myself."

Debbie gathers her things and heads towards the baggage claim, while she and Leigh make plans what sights to see first. Their taxi whisks them towards their hotel, down motorway A1 to Port De Rucey and continuing until they arrive at The Villa Lutece Port Royal, a quaint boutique hotel on the preferred left bank. 

Wasting little time checking in, they both drop off their luggage and begin an adventure in and around the streets of Paris. Taking advantage of her flights early arrival, Debbie decides to venture the Louvre to view the Monet's, Renoir's, and Matisse and of course, the most popular painting in the world, The Mona Lisa.

While wondering around the art, she notices a rakish looking man. Broad shouldered, salt and pepper hair, goatee, handsome in his own way. She nudges Leigh pointing in his direction and whispers, 

"I think I've seen him before."

Strangely enough, she whispers back, 

"Yes, he does have a familiar look." 

They both laugh as thoughts pervade their minds of seeing him naked. Their attention returns to the paintings on the wall when Debbie feels a slight chill. Her skin tingles and goose bumps appear. It's as if she can feel his eyes penetrating the back of her head. She can't resist another quick glimpse and peeks over her shoulder, but he's gone nowhere to be seen. Slightly disappointed, she turns back to look at the art. 

Spending the majority of the day at the Louvre, they both decide that their hungry and talk about where to go for dinner. It's too far to walk back to the hotel, so they find a little cafe off a side street, and settle down for a drink and a light dinner. 

The waiter seats them next to the railing along the curb and waits impatiently for their orders, then whisks the menus away after they've each ordered a lobster salad and a glass of red wine. Taking a moment to relax, Debbie rubs her feet to relieve the stress from all the walking. Her senses notice a shadow move off to her left. Again, her skin tingles and more goose bumps appear. She turns her head slowly and sees him being seated only a couple of tables away. 

Wondering if he's following her or if it's just fate, she coughs lightly, clearing her throat, in a subtle attempt to get Leigh's attention.

"Et-hm." 

Leigh looks at Debbie, who gestures with a nod towards the rakish stranger. Leigh's eyes stare briefly, before looking back at Debbie smiling, whose eyes are glossy and distant. Leigh can tell she's lost in her own thoughts of lust and passion. She gives her a knowing smile while thoughts of nakedness run wild in her own head.

After they eat, Debbie and Leigh take the metro that's closest to their hotel so each can change clothes for an evening out. Having heard that you're just not a real tourist until you've seen the Moulin Rouge, the two women have the hotel concierge make the necessary arrangements to see that evening's performance. 

Debbie takes a quick shower and wraps herself in a towel. Leigh knocks on the door asking if she can come in. 

"Yeah, sure," Debbie replies and returns to applying her eye liner. 

Assuming that she's looking at herself in the mirror, Leigh turns on the water, tests it with her hand for the right temperature and then removes her robe.

Debbie's eyes are drawn to her nakedness, the broad shoulders, the narrow waist and the heart shape of her ass. She had always thought Leigh was beautiful, but seeing her this way brought feelings of sexual desire for her. Debbie's gaze lingers longer than expected. 

Leigh notices Debbie looking at her in the mirror and smiles just before she goes into the shower. Feeling a little embarrassed, Debbie returns to her cosmetics, but Leigh's image lingers in her mind. She can feel herself become wet as she thinks of Leigh's naked body behind the thin fabric that blocks her view from the shower. Debbie smiles at herself thinking about the possibilities.

Complimenting each other on how the other one looks, they make their way down to the hotel lobby where the taxi waits. The cabbie quickly drives to the show and tells them to be weary of pick pockets, then darts off to his next fare. 

The show proves to be everything advertised, mostly men and tourists, lots of smoke and of course, topless women. Wondering exactly why they choose to see this show, they leave prematurely and walk to the nearest metro. 

Leigh heard of a really popular night club and felt like seeing how the real Parisians party. The metro makes two stops, one at Faubourg St. Honore and the other at Avenue Montaigne, where unbelievingly, the same handsome stranger boards. He looks left then right, making eye contact with Debbie and then smiles. The same smile that she saw earlier that day at the Louvre. Smiling back, Debbie looks down feeling somewhat embarrassed and at Leigh, who looks at Debbie and then up at the stranger approaching. 

"Pardon moi. Parlez vous, englais?" he asks. 

"Oui," Debbie replies somewhat surprised.

"Oh great," he says, "My name is Kaz," as he extends his hand. 

"Hi!" is all she can get out. 

"I noticed you today at the Louvre. I was going to say hello then, but my tour group was leaving and I didn't wanna get left behind," he explains. I was hoping that perhaps you two would care to join me tonight. I'm heading out to a club that's supposed to be very popular. Royals Bar, perhaps you've heard of it?" 

"Yes, we were just going there ourselves," Debbie says, turning her head to look at Leigh for approval.

Upon entering the club, everyone feels like they've returned to the 70's, as European "dance" music plays and strobe lights flash. The club is crowded, but the two women are in the mood to let loose. 

Each has a few drinks and the alcohol begins to take effect. An exotic beat begins to play and Debbie grabs Leigh's hand and heads towards the dance floor, giving Kaz a nod to follow. He grabs a drink for each and meets them out on the dance floor. 

Leigh faces Debbie, staring into her eyes, her body moving with the beat. Kaz slides up behind Debbie, pressing against her. She smiles, and moves closer to Leigh, making a human sandwich. Debbie can feel his cock against her ass while Leigh presses her breasts against Debbie's body. 

Debbie has always felt a certain attraction to Leigh, but now, she wants more. Thoughts of seeing her naked pervade Debbie's mind. She leans forward and kisses Leigh on the lips softly, passionately. Leigh returns the kiss with more fervor than Debbie could imagine. 

Debbie can feel Kaz' cock growing and reaches behind, stroking him through his pants, making him grow bigger, harder. His mouth kisses her neck as Leigh watches and then leans forward and kissing him. 

Tongues twirl and the kiss turns from two to three people. The music is still playing loudly, but everyone is lost in the moment, hearing nothing but the beating of their own heart. Debbie's desire to have them both is becoming overwhelming. 

Leigh's every bit as excited, her hands moving up and down her body as she grinds to the beat, her eyes moving back and forth between Debbie and Kaz, making every effort to excite them with her gyrations. She licks her lips seductively, making Debbie want to taste them again. 

The night continues with more seductive teasing, groping, kissing, fondling, until they can't take anymore. Kaz suggests a return to his hotel room, saying that he has a suite at the De La Tremoille, formally a private mansion but recently converted into a luxury hotel.

The metro ride is short, only a block or two to the hotel. They hold hands while walking down the narrow side street, Debbie in the middle with Leigh on her left and Kaz on the right. Debbie is feeling so sexual, so sensual, the anticipation of a night filled with lust almost unbearable.

Taking the elevator the 6th floor, he opens the door, allowing them both to enter first. Debbie impressed by the size of the suite, its large king size poster bed draws her attention. She walks towards it and flops down, arms spread wide, secretly wishing to be tied up and blindfolded.

"More wine?" he asks, pouring 3 glasses. 

The lights are dimmed and the curtains on the windows are open offering a glimmering view of the city below.

"They call Paris, 'The City of Lights.' It's truly beautiful," he exclaims. 

Leigh walks over to the window to look out and Kaz walks up behind her, putting his arms around her waist. She turns and kisses him, at first softly, then with more vigor. Eye's closed, tongues darting, hands fondling. Debbie watches with fascination as his hands move across her breasts, under her shirt, unhooking her front hook bra. 

He pushes her against the window, his hands playing with her nipples, making little circles on them before he leans down to take one into his mouth. The scene makes Debbie crave to be a part of it. She removes her clothes, no fears; no inhibitions can stop her now. Debbie touches her breasts before moving downward. Leigh watches with great interest, lost in her own world of sensuousness. 

Debbie's eyes make contact with Leigh who watches Debbie watching her with Kaz. Debbie knows how good she must feel and wants to feel it herself. She licks her lips seductively, speaking volumes without actually saying a word. Leigh whispers in his ear, motioning towards the bed. He turns, sees Debbie's naked body and smiles, before looking back at Leigh. 

Debbie crooks a finger, wanting each of them to come to her now. They approach and Leigh removes her top showing off her luscious breasts that Debbie only glimpsed in the mirror earlier. Leigh stops at the bed, takes off her shoes and skirt. Her lace thong shows off her perfect ass. She climbs on the bed, leans forward and presses her lips with Debbie. Their naked breasts touching one another's. 

His breath feels cool on Leigh's cheek. She reaches up to him, grasping the back of his head and pulls him towards her. They kiss again, right in front of Debbie who leans up to join in their passion. Three tongues swirling back and forth. Debbie has never felt a kiss like this, its fiery intensity penetrating her deepest regions. Her pussy juices flow down her inner thighs. She's never felt so excited before. 

Debbie's pussy aches and needs attention, not caring who goes down, but desperately wanting someone's tongue on her pussy, she says, 

"Lick me." 

Each looks at the other momentarily, before Kaz kisses his way down to her stomach, her inner thighs and then places his tongue on her clit. He starts slow but quickens his pace almost immediately. As he looks up to watch Debbie's reaction, he sees Debbie sucking on Leigh's breasts. Debbie's mouth takes in one nipple, then the other. Leigh's moans letting Debbie know how much she likes it. 

Debbie reaches down, wondering if she's as wet as she. Not surprisingly, Leigh's soaked and Debbie tells her she wants to taste her pussy. Leigh moves over on top of Debbie, her neatly trimmed pussy only inches from her face. Debbie grabs her ass and pulls her close, her clit rising above her mouth, just before settling down on Debbie's tongue. Debbie thinks Leigh tastes better than she ever imagined and she's even wetter now.

Lost in a sexual frenzy, Debbie feels the beginnings of her orgasm building. She continues to lick Leigh harder, faster, wanting her to cum at the same time as she. Kaz' mouth sucks on Debbie's pussy, while his tongue licks her clit. The sensations take her higher. She's so close, 

"Oh God that feels so good," she tells him. 

Debbie can't to hear Leigh's moans of ecstasy either, and she doubles her efforts on Leigh's pussy. Leigh begins to grind and gyrate against Debbie's face, helping rub her clit on her tongue and lips. 

Leigh's hands caress her breasts, pulling on her nipples, increasing the stimulation, bringing her to the brink of her own orgasm. Leigh begins to moan loudly with each lick of Debbie's tongue, making her squirm. Each lick from Kaz makes it harder for Debbie to concentrate on Leigh. Her moans no longer soft, but rather deep groans of sexual satisfaction. 

"Oh, Yes," Leigh says, "Don't stop, hmm, yes, Oh God, yes. I'm going to cum," she cries out! 

All Debbie can do is moan her own satisfaction as her own orgasm begins to take control. Debbie's hips raise off the bed, grinding her into his face while Debbie's face buries itself into Leigh, sucking her juices as if nectar from the Gods. 

"Oh yes. That's it, right there. Oh, ohhhh, yessss."

Leigh groans out another orgasm. Her words, her voice, deep throaty groans put Debbie over the edge as she can concentrate on her own orgasm now. 

"Oh yeah, Lick me, Lick my pussy," she hears herself say. 

"I want to kiss you as you cum," Leigh tells her. 

"I want to feel your orgasm with you," Leigh continues and then slides her mouth over Debbie's. 

Their tongues dancing the way their bodies danced at the club. 

"Hmmm, hmm..." is all Debbie can get out, before she breaks the kiss. 

"Oh, ohhhh Goddddd, that feels so good. Oh yes, that's it. Right thereeeeeee. I'm cummming," she screams. 

His tongue doesn't stop as Debbie has orgasm after orgasm, each one as intense as the previous one. 

"God, I just love it when you lick my pussy," Leigh tells her. 

"And I just love licking your pussy." Debbie retorts, herself never knowing just how much she would enjoy it. 

With another kiss on her lips, they both look at Kaz and say, 

"Your turn."

He smiles and leans back, directing Debbie on his face and Leigh on his throbbing member, who reaches around to cup Debbie breasts as she slides up and down on his cock. 

Leigh's mouth hungrily kisses the nape of Debbie's neck and earlobes. Her soft moans sound like wave after wave of pleasure in Debbie's ear. 

Debbie reaches up to hold Leigh's hands on her breasts and begins to grind her pussy against his face, moving in rhythm to Leigh's movements. His fingers slide inside Debbie's pussy as he continues to lick her. Debbie loves the sensations as he probes deeper into her. He reaches deep inside her and finds the mysterious G spot bringing a new, never before felt sensation. Her body writhes in orgasmic pleasure as his fingers rub back and forth. She can feel herself become wetter still.

Leigh picks up her pace and whispers in Debbie's ear, 

"I'm so close. His cock feels so good inside me. Cum with me."

"Oh, yes. I wanna cum with you. I'm so close." Debbie grunts as Kaz' fingers are bringing her to new heights in orgasmic pleasure.

"Oh yessssss! That's it. Right therrrrrrrrrreee," unable to hold out any longer, Debbie screams out in orgasm. Leigh cries out her own joy of pleasure in time with Debbie.

Having brought two women to sexual delight, their screams of pleasure still ringing in his ears, Kaz concentrates ever more on his own orgasm and cums deep inside Leigh in a great groan of sexual bliss.

The threesome spends the rest of the evening exploring and enjoying each other the rest of the evening.

Debbie and Leigh wake up at about the same time, leaving Kaz alone in his big four poster king size bed. They reapply their makeup and write a note before sealing it with the lip marks.

Kaz wakes up an hour later and looks at the big empty bed, wondering if it was a fantastic dream. One that left him physically drained. He gets up out of bed, looks out the window onto the city streets of Paris, his brain still trying to figure things out. When he turns he sees an envelope with kiss marks on. He picks up the note and reads it, his face breaking into a wide grin as he walks into the bathroom and starts his shower. He looks in the mirror hanging on the wall and says to his reflection,

"Ah, Paris!"



Menage of Coincidence



There's something a little Zen to the game of sex. The sound of one hand clapping? How about the fact that you never meet a hot woman when you're trying? I don't believe in pheromones, generally, but it's obvious women can smell desperation on a man. From a long way off.

So it was with no plan in mind whatsoever that I went to a party at my best friend's flat. I had just broken up with my live-in girlfriend and I was still pretty glum about it. I was looking forward to the party, though, and partially to take my mind off the break up. But I was eager, too, because the party was being thrown by my friend's flat mate, an occasional standup comic who hung around the fringes of the entertainment industry. It was very likely no one attending would know anything about my personal misfortunes and I was damn glad not to have to talk about it.

I got there early to help out. My friend's room needed some serious cleaning, but we had to settle for bulldozing everything into his, "closet," which through some oddity of the building's Victorian past, and decades of subdividing by various landlords, was almost the same size as his room. By the time we had his room looking respectable, the closet was about half full. The last step was to strip his futon and throw all his bedding on top of the waist-high pile of debris.

The period before a party is really underway, when you sit around wondering if anyone will come after all, was agonizingly long. This is the time when the guacamole starts turning brown and you wonder if you shouldn't just eat it yourself. But then the doorbell starts ringing and, finally, things start moving.

People began pouring into the flat and spilling out onto the back porch and up on the roof. The year before, we'd commandeered the roof and laid out astro turf, a plastic wading pool, a couple umbrellas, plastic jockey, lawn chairs: everything the urban pretend-resort would need.

I mingled. Parties stocked with comedians are generally pretty loud. Everyone is trying out new material but no one wants to play the role of audience, so there's not a lot of dialogue. Getting in a word here or there is mostly pointless, and I was too quickly fed up. I left a maelstrom in the kitchen and squeezed down the hallway to queue up for the bathroom. The guy just in front of me was proud to have just scored a development deal from a network and desperate to ensure everyone else who had to piss knew it. I was envious, of course. "Development deal," is sort of like free money. The network writes you a few checks in return for you doing some writing. Since the likelihood of you writing anything they'll actually use is pretty small, it doesn't really matter what you produce. Voila: free money.

As I stood there, a captive audience wondering if I couldn't just go up to the roof and piss off the side (it wouldn't have been the first time), a really attractive woman joined the line. The crowded hallway meant we had to stand shoulder to shoulder, which made looking at her awkward. Like strangers in an elevator, sometimes being packed in closer only makes you more isolated.

A virtual conga line of partiers pushed through the crowd on some unknown errand. Turning to allow them by, I somehow ended up almost nose-to-nose with the new bladder hostage. And yes, she was definitely pretty. Embarrassed, I quickly bulled my way back to my more polite spot against the wall. Her face, though, was still fresh in my mind and it was very familiar. In another moment, I had it. Standing next to me was none other than Lori Wilks, adult education classmate and would've-been lover from at least six years prior. We took a Spanish lit class together and, being a little young and idealistic, I fell head over heels for abstract impressionist poetry and Lori all in the same semester. 

We'd gone out a few times, but it just wasn't going to happen. I still had the idea I would be a famous rock star while Lori was diligently amassing academic credits in order to earn a teaching credential. I was living in fantasy, and she, firmly, in reality. Had we actually hooked up, I knew exactly how it would've ended – like they all did back then. I'd fall hopelessly in love in the first fifteen minutes, we'd have an intense and consuming relationship for between two and eight weeks, then break up in a fiery nova.

In the ensuing years, I grew up some. I was able to maintain more or less stable relationships, but they all lacked the immediacy of the earlier ones. Like a state-sponsored addict, I'd transitioned from powerful and destructive heroin to the more balanced, and vastly less intense, methadone. Seeing Lori in the same hallway brought back a flood of intoxicating sense memory so, characteristically without thinking, I turned to her, looked her deeply in the eye, and blurted out:

"Yo pronuncio tu nombre, en esta noche oscura, y tu nombre me suena más lejano que nunca."

Had I planned a little better, or perhaps at all, I might've been a little less obscure; less weird. But seeing Lori was shocking and I'd instantly reverted to my former, tortured-artist sensibilities. Naturally, I hadn't bothered to imagine how my confession – even if stolen from a real artist – would be received.

So of course I was surprised when she just stood there blinking her gorgeous brown eyes at me for what seemed like forever. Pissing off the roof was starting to sound like the smart money.

Gratefully, it seemed to click for her and she said, "Mike? Hey! I didn't recognize you without the hair." Along with my cool, I'd apparently forgotten that, when last I'd seen Lori, I was sporting ridiculous sideburns and hair that fell well past my shoulders. But awkwardly or not, ice had been broken.

Like the old friends we almost were, we recapped the intervening years and in a clumsy parody of actual gallantry, I let her pee first. I was frankly surprised that she was still there when I finished my turn in the bathroom. I guess I expected her to bolt at the first chance.

Trying to regain what passed for my cool, I very carefully masked my enthusiasm. I made sure I never spoke more than a few sentences at a time and was deliberate about not monopolizing our conversation. It wasn't hard, really, because, when she spoke, Lori tended to become enticingly animated. Her eyes sparkled and her fine hands moved around almost autonomously. 

Eventually, we retired to my friend's bedroom where there were only a handful of partygoers and it was much easier to chat than in the more crowded spots. And yeah, we continued drinking my friend's secret stash of very good red wine he'd foolishly tried to hide in his closet. 

It was in the bedroom that I felt my evening slip away from me. I was spotted by Julie – maybe the one other person at the party I knew. We'd been friends for years, but only because I'd failed miserably to bed her and ended up a, "good friend," as penance for my failings as a pickup artist. I'd had to play the sympathetic ear for every breakup – male and female – or bad relationship she'd been in since. She was about the last person I wanted to see just then.

Irrepressible to the last, she plopped down on my friend's bed next to Lori and started chatting breathlessly to her as though they were merely picking up on a conversation only just interrupted. As I sat there suddenly upstaged, a few things were apparent to me. First, Julie and Lori were friends. That much was obvious. Second, having one woman around who definitely didn't want to sleep with me couldn't help my cause with the other. And, finally, the irony of sitting on a bed next to two women who'd each rejected me previously, really was kind of funny. 

And, in a way, it released me from the self-induced pressure I'd been feeling to hook up with Lori and I actually began to enjoy myself a little. Whereas I'd previously been entirely focused on being the consummate conversationalist, I instead threw in the towel and let loose. It was a party, after all, and I had two hot chicks to talk to and to drink with, and that couldn't be bad even if it wasn't going to end up in any nekkid craziness.

I don't know how much later into the evening it was that Julie excused herself to go to the bathroom. I had been pouring my friend's wine pretty generously, though, and having a good time. The minute Julie left, though, Lori yanked me close by my shirt and, nose-to-nose, whispered, "we've got to lose her. Are you with me?" 

Of course the first thing that came to mind was, "until the ends of time," but that was neither very cool nor very literally true. But ditching Julie sounded like a perfect idea, and I knew just how to pull it off. I replied, "let's go," and took her hand. It was the first time I'd touched her skin and it was electric.

I led her through the still-crowded hallway and through the even more densely-packed kitchen. We went out the back door and up the rickety stairs to the roof. Outside, it was cool and almost quiet. We were above the direct light from the street and it was as dark as a city rooftop gets on a summer night. As my eyes adjusted to the relative darkness, I could see there were a few people up here, but no one was talking much. Evidently, the rooftop had been co-opted as a designated make out spot. 

That wasn't exactly the message I was trying to send, but it was, at least, honest. I saw that the chaise we'd dragged up the previous summer was unoccupied and as it was under one of the big umbrellas and therefore even darker, sat down on it. She seemed not to hesitate in the least as she took a seat comfortably close to me on the chaise. 

We said nothing for a moment until her head started leaning in towards mine and I knew I would kiss her. As my lips first brushed against hers, I remembered only too well how insanely hung up on Lori I had been. When finally our lips met properly, we kissed each other perhaps a little tentatively. I pulled a little back and brushed my lips intimately down her chin and made a languorous journey to the whiteness of her neck.

With kisses small and large, I covered the entirety of her neck, from the sensitive back with its super-fine hairs standing at attention over a field of white gooseflesh, to her warm throat. We kissed some more and I felt her tongue for the first time. Small and agile, I took it in my mouth where it found my own.

If it's true that you can't go wind a clock backwards, here was the next-best thing. Making out with Lori after so many years at a flat party had reawakened much of my old romantic self.

True to cliché, eventually our hands began to explore. As they have throughout time, our hands sought out increasingly intimate places on each others' bodies. Lori's hands were particularly bold and I was glad to surrender the lead to her. Her touch was intuitive and somehow had me feeling as though I'd sprouted new erogenous zones. When she slipped her hand along my ab obliques, and just past the waist of my pants, I had to remember to breathe. 

For my part, my exploration had turned up some interesting finds. Most obviously, and somehow unexpectedly, was the corset. Being a child of the 1960's and not the 1860's, I was in a little over my head. Here was a safe I felt fairly sure I could not crack. I was proud of my one handed bra skills, but couldn't imagine where to begin with such a device. Who wore corsets anymore?

Yet, perhaps because of the corset, her breasts were pushed high on her chest and their creamy tops excited me as I fumbled with the buttons of her simple white blouse. Precisely as in blitzkrieg, when faced with an unassailable defense, I diverted around it. Like high schoolers up late on a school night, we were all hands. As we kissed and groped, we each became ever more daring; slipping hands in wherever the limitations of being clothed would permit.

Without ever trespassing past her panties, I knew (whether she'd consciously decided one way or the other) that her body, at least, wanted mine. And my ardor was hardly covert after all the touching and groping proved. My modesty decided for me that a change in venue was due.

"Let's go inside," I urged and helped her up. We held each other a little more before returning down the back stairs to the kitchen. The party was definitely winding down, but was hardly over. At least we could easily make our way back to my friend's room. I was relieved he wasn't there, but the room was nearly dark anyway. I opted for the extra privacy of the closet, which was completely dark.

Opening the door, I pulled Lori in and we resumed our standing embrace. Safely alone, the pace of our explorations quickened and we were soon shucking off clothes until I was entirely naked and she had to pause to finesse herself out of the corset. And I was never more glad than when that anachronism hit the floor.

Free of the, what? whalebone? straightjacket, my hands held even wider reign. Finally, I could run my greedy hands along the delightful flatness of her belly and onwards to her delicious breasts. Unsatisfied by my hands, I slid my mouth, wet with shared kisses past her throat, down her décolletage and under her breasts, then slowly and deliberately back up again until I found her nipple. And, for the first time, she moaned just slightly.

I sat back onto the pile of laundry-covered debris in the closet and pulled her onto my lap. We were insane for each other and frantically kissed, licked, and touched each newly-discovered part of the other. She was bold, which I loved, and unashamedly laid claim to my erection. She held it firmly at the base and pulled outwards toward the swollen head with her other hand.

For my part, I had more slowly found her pussy and it seemed every bit as achy and in need of release as I was. We had been making out for some hours and had built up what was an undoubtedly unhealthy degree of sexual tension.

As I was working out the logistics of just how to enter her, perched as we were on my friend's duvet which was itself thrown carelessly on top of a pile of books, boxes, old records and laundry, I heard footsteps in the bedroom. To my complete horror, the closet door opened.

Worse, it was Julie.

A number of things entered my mind right then. Firstly, in the dim light coming from the open door, I could fully see the completely naked woman on my lap. And god, she was beautiful. Like, artistically beautiful. As in, faces-that-launch-fleets-of-ships and stuff beautiful. After having spent the years since we'd met in class not thinking about her, or, perhaps, when I did, leaving out the details of why I'd been attracted to her in the first place, being punched in the face with the magnitude of her appeal was overwhelming.

On the other hand, being very rudely interrupted during what should've been the highlight of my sexual life by an interloper whom, I suddenly realized, was probably as infatuated with Lori as I was, absolutely sucked out loud.

My realizations and speculations all stopped, however, when Julie stepped forward into the darkness and closed the door behind her without a word.

Not knowing what else to do, I resumed my exhilarating exploration of Lori's sex. She hadn't moved when Julie barged in uninvited and I resolved to at least try to ignore the interruption. Lori's renewed grip on my cock reassured me that, at least for the moment, we were still on our way.

But when I went to kiss Lori's neck, my cheekbone bumped into the back of Julie's head. The women were kissing and the moans which had begun when I first sucked at Lori's breast were renewed. Of course, it was incredibly strange for me. I wasn't so swept up in the sheer eroticism of the moment that I didn't pause to wonder if this was how these things really happened. If, instead of my previous, clumsy attempts to orchestrate such an encounter, that one instead just fell into them.

There was another hand next to mine; other fingers plying Lori's wet and irresistible pussy. I withdrew my hand slightly and instead placed it supportively to one side, gently holding open the gate. Julie's pace was much faster than mine; more urgent. She wasted little time in preliminaries and instead seemed to pounce immediately on Lori's tortured clitoris where she provided for it that which, judging by the panting moans coming from Lori, it craved.

I held onto Lori as Julie had at her. It seemed to me that I was the only one who thought any of this the least bit strange. I could feel Julie moving from Lori's mouth to her delicious breasts. Having only just been there myself, I envied her that first lick. Lori's breasts were full and round and somehow neither remotely too large nor too small. They were, like the rest of her body, simply ideal. 

Animal instinct soon wiped my thoughts of any more introspection. I had earlier meant to enter Lori's waiting snatch and my dick impatiently reminded me. Despite Julie's greedy hands, I moved slightly for a better angle and set my cockhead against Lori's wetness. Moving still more, I teased at her swollen lips while Julie, unrelenting, massaged her clit.

With no additional warning I fed the head of my cock just inside Lori. I almost expected that escalation to break the spell; to cause everyone to realize how strange all of this was and how nice people just didn't all cram, naked, into a closet for unbridled sexual gratification.

But I could detect no such change in mood. If anything, entering Lori only turned up the collective heat. As she rocked her hips to accept all of me, I obliged and arched firmly upwards and buried myself. I wanted to freeze that moment in my memory – to forever be as deeply inside Lori as I was just then. But I was far from in charge and Lori raised herself up just to come forcefully down on my cock. On her own cadence, Lori impaled herself on me again and again while Julie kept her clitoris in constant motion. 

As delicious as I thought our coitus was, it went up a notch. Julie had finally tired of touch and had proceeded to the sense of taste. She had worked her lips down to Lori's clitoris and again had no mercy. I could feel her there, but she seemed to take no interest in my anatomy. I could only just feel the incidental, misplaced tongue-lash on my shaft as Lori and I went at it. And yet, that was plenty. 

In a movie, I'd have withdrawn from Lori and allowed Julie to engulf me with her mouth. But that wasn't how this was playing. Even as I enjoyed the fuck of my life, I could tell that, as far as Julie was concerned, I was merely a roadblock. Strangely, I didn't give a shit.

We copulated precisely there for a very long time with no one willing to risk changing a thing lest someone wise up and admit we were all on dangerous ground. "Hey – I have to move," said Lori, finally. With Julie standing behind her, she pressed me back onto the duvet cover and, with a little squirming, I found a comfortable-enough spot on my back. The closet-debris I was laying on was uneven and, in places, hard, but it was hardly a distraction.

Once situated, Lori came for me. Crawling up on the improvised platform with me, she straddled me tightly and lowered herself onto my eager cock. If I'd had any foresight at all, I'd have planned a little better. I'd have made sure there was enough light – a small candle, even – for me to drink in the view of Lori, entirely naked, sitting upright on my dick. The tiny amount of light coming in from under the door was suggestive at best, but my hands told me her body was something I should see with my eyes. 


As we slowly made love, I could feel Julie climbing onto the duvet cover. Not knowing what she had in mind, nor really caring very much, I was very surprised to feel her inner thigh on my cheek as she sat uninvited on my face. I was absolutely sure, had Julie scripted this encounter, I'd have been specifically excluded. But Julie seemed willing to use me for her own sexual gratification as long as she was in some way making her own love to Lori, the real object of her affection.




Menage Trois



As I pulled on my new mini skirt I wondered to myself why I was getting so dressed up just to go to the local with my boyfriend. Two months of working until the early hours of the morning must have taken their toll on my social life and I now found myself taking any little opportunity to get my glad-rags on. But I felt good about the way I looked (for once), my stockings, suspenders and bursting cleavage were giving me kinky sort of confidence. As I walked down the stairs I could see by the look on Jon's face, I was definitely dressed to impress!

We sat together in a quiet corner of the pub; it was nice just to spend some time together. The crowd the same as always, students; leery rugby lads out on the pull, skint wasters drinking tap water, and blonde haired barbie freshers fluttering their eye lashes, but the beer was cheep so I shouldn't really complain. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a girl sat alone at the bar, she was pretty; long dark hair, big green eyes with an amazing figure, so it struck me as a little odd that she would be alone. When I looked up I saw her unashamedly staring at Jon. By this point I had had quite a bit to drink so was feeling a little feisty, to say the least. Obviously Jon was rather pleased with himself and wasted no time in telling me how lucky I was to have such a stud... no woman can keep their eyes off him... blah blah blah. 

All I could do was to mutter something about stabbing the stupid little slut's eyes out and how she must be cold wearing nothing but a piece of string like the hussy she quite clearly was (she actually looked quite classy and I would have killed for a figure like hers) but he was right, I was a very lucky girl. I had no problem with her looking at him, if anything it was an incredible compliment and a bit of a turn on, but she could have least tried to hide her flirtatious smile and her wicked glare. However as the conversation turned to our imminent holiday I soon forgot all about the harlot at the bar.

As the pub began to empty I decided it would now be safe to go to the toilet without fear of standing in a week long queue. As I stood up I looked over to the bar to check on Jon's admirer but she was no where to be seen, good riddance! Just as I had predicted I had free reign of the toilet and chose the cubicle farthest from the door. Trust me to have a choice of five cubicles and pick the one with a broken lock, but I was bursting and the place was quiet enough. When I'd finished negotiating my stockings I turned round to flush the toilet and suddenly felt a cold hand creep up my skirt and gently squeeze my buttock. I smiled to myself, "Jon", I chastised, "we've been warned about this before, you can't just come to the ladies, you're a naughty boy", I giggled. The hand spanked my arse and made a satisfying slapping noise which was interrupted by a stranger's voice, "urm, my name's Lila, my hands might be quite large but I've never been mistaken for a man before". I spun round in shock to see the girl from the bar stood in front of me, flashing a cheeky grin and looking incredibly sexy. "Sorry about that but I just had to get my hands on your fantastic arse", her voice was so seductive, and I was absolutely speechless. I couldn't take my eyes off her; she was stunning face to face, much prettier than looking at her from across a crowded pub. Ironically I was ready to gouge her eyes out for staring; now it was me who needed a sharp slap. 

She was taller than me with beautifully smooth long legs, toned tummy and big tits considering her frame. "Oh, I'm sorry for staring before but I just thought you looked really pretty and I was trying to tell whether you were sat with your boyfriend or if he was just your friend or bother or something", she sounded slightly embarrassed, which just made her look so cute. She motioned towards me and put her arm around my waist, I must have been behaving like a school girl; I was so taken aback I didn't know what to do. "Just relax", Lila whispered, she brought her head down to my ear "I'm just here for a bit of fun!" Feeling her breath so close to me made the hairs on the back of neck stand on end and I could feel my heart racing faster.

She leant in and gently kissed me slowly on the lips, then reached her hand to my head and pulled me into her. We kissed faster and harder, our tongues entwined. I began to feel the moisture building between my legs and hoped Lila wouldn't notice as I squirmed from the pleasure. I could feel my nipples growing harder and fighting against the thin fabric of my low cut top, it was as if Lila had also sensed my erect nipples as her hand began to travel slowly and teasingly towards them. She eased down my top and took my breasts in both her hands, and then she stopped kissing me and turned her attention to my hard nipples. She kissed my tits and slowly let her tongue dance over the most sensitive parts making me moan, she let her teeth graze my nipples before firmly biting them. This was such a turn on and I was now starting to get very wet. As her hands began to travel again I realised I not yet spoken to her, I began to open my mouth and speak but Lila put her finger to my lips "shh, just enjoy," she whispered. I licked her finger and playfully bit the tip; I think she was getting off on the anonymity of the encounter. 

There was a shelf above the toilet, she told me to sit on it which I did. She kneeled in front of me and spread my legs wide. She stroked my inner thigh, her hands felt so good on top of my stockings. As she looked down she began to smile "someone seems to be enjoying themselves," my pussy must have been wetter than I thought, my thong was getting damp. Teasing me she traced her finger over my thong, then pulled it to one side and suddenly inserted two fingers inside me. I wasn't expecting this and let out a large moan, "shh, we don't want anyone to catch us doing something we shouldn't be" she said, enjoying every second of our illicit encounter. She slid her fingers inside me again and then licked them, she told me I tasted sweet and made me kiss her deep so we could share my juices. 

Unexpectedly she bent me over and again spanked my arse really hard, it felt so good. I was so turned on I wanted to grab hold of head and force her between my legs, I wanted to feel her hot tongue inside my pussy and her teeth on my clit. She was beginning to get more forceful and I liked it. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head up towards hers, and then leant forward and plunged her tongue into my mouth. As we began kissing again she reached down and slid two fingers inside me and let her thumb play with my clit. She lingered like this for a while sensing I wanted more and holding back to tease me. She left my lips and slowly moved her head down towards my begging pussy, the anticipation of what was to come was incredible. Although I had never been with another girl before I wanted her so badly. However as I had my back to her I had submitted all control of the situation to Lila and she was clearly loving every minute of it. She teased me even more by gently licking the tops of my thighs and biting me hard on the buttocks. Just as I thought I was about to feel her skilful tongue on my dripping wet pussy I felt it somewhere else!

As Lila began to spank me hard she firmly inserted her hot tongue into my arsehole! She let it dance mischievously around the rim which felt absolutely amazing and let it enter every so often which made me want to scream with pleasure. I could now feel the juice from my pussy running down my leg, when Lila felt this she took a break from my arse and liked up the trickle of juice through my stockings. Why wouldn't she just savour the juice straight from my pussy? I was desperate to feel her there! She returned her attention to my arsehole and let her fingers find their way back to my clit, as she lapped at my arse her magic fingers forced their way inside me and I had to bite my arm to stop me from letting out cries of pleasure. As her thumb again played with my clit I could feel intense waves of pleasure rise from within me, I knew it wouldn't be long before I reached climax. My body began to shudder and Lila responded to this by forcing another finger inside me, I ground myself down onto her hand intensifying the amazing feeling. Not long now and I would reach an explosive orgasm. I longed to cum on Lila's face, I wanted to be able to see her as her tongue brought me to climax and watch her taste me and have to drink my juices as I came in her mouth. The more I thought about all the things I wanted to do to Lila the hornier I became. She must have sensed this some way, as I ground my hips down onto her hand she inserted a finger deep into my arse. With both of my holes filled I was in absolute ecstasy, her thumb on my clit and her warm breath on the back of my neck tipped me over the edge. My orgasm came as an explosion of intense pleasure and I collapsed onto the shelf. I had cum all over Lila's hand; she grabbed my hair, pulled my head back and shoved her fingers into my mouth making me taste my own fresh cum. As I began to catch my breath I straightened myself out and slowly turned around. Lila had left the cubicle but to my utter horror in her place stood Jon with a look of absolute shock on his face.

I wondered how long he'd been stood there, what he had seen, and how he felt about it, but most of all Lila must have known he was there why did she carry on? Slowly a sly smile crossed his face, "having fun?" he asked. I was utterly embarrassed and had no time to reply as he quickly followed up, "enjoy your orgasm? I certainly did! But I feel left out, when do I get to have some fun?" a mock pout graced his lips and he looked so cute and irresistible but before I could make a witty innuendo Lila butted in, "don't worry, I haven't cum yet!" Her eyes widened as Jon's stiffening cock sprang out of his boxers, as I looked up from Lila's glistening pussy I could just see her swallowing my boyfriends erect shaft. 

Having left the pub in somewhat of a hurry the three of us had arrived at mine and Jon's house. After my initial shock and slight embarrassment I was feeling far too horny to say no to anything, so I found myself lying on my living room floor with a face full of pussy (that pussy belonging to a relative stranger). The anticipation had gotten the better of all three of us; we couldn't wait the extra minutes it would have taken to rush upstairs, so we got down to business almost as soon as we walked through the door!

Lila aggressively grabbed Jon and began kissing him, it was no ordinary kiss, it was intense and kinky; lots of tongue and wetness. Normally I would have been jealous as hell but I was in not position to complain and I knew we would end up having amazing sex. 

She worked the same magic on Jon as she had on me, I could see his cock quickly beginning to stiffen in his trousers. It was an amazing turn on, watching this incredibly beautiful girl I had only met tonight, (but who had just given me an astonishing orgasm!) make my boyfriends cock hard with just one kiss! Again I felt myself getting wet and not wanting to miss out on any of the action I knelt on the floor just behind Lila. I extended my hand up her skirt and gently stroked her pussy, she seemed to like it as she began to moan and sway with the motions of my hand. It was amazing to finally get to touch her, her skin was silky smooth and just feeling her damp knickers drove me wild. I looked up from my submissive position on the floor and could see Lila's nipples begin to harden they stood to attention on the end of her magnificent tits. I motioned to Jon who took no time in cupping them and gently lifting them out of her bra. Her nipples were a rosy pink and Jon took great delight in licking and biting them, making her squeal and moan as if nobody had ever done this before. He kissed and bit her neck before skilfully removing her top and bra, she looked amazing topless. 

Then he turned his attention to me, he kissed me in a more passionate way and handled my tits more aggressively. He knows that's the way I like it and I was enjoying every moment of it. As he began to undress me I could see Lila out of the corner of my eye, she was sat on a chair with her pussy spread wide. She was playing with herself using both hands; she had three fingers inside her pussy and her other hand was playing with her clit and squeezing her swollen nipples. Jon noticed this at much the same time as I did; he turned me round to face her and bent me over so I was close enough to smell her pussy but not to touch it. It looked so tempting and I was desperate to get closer. I tried to move but Jon had hold of my hips with one firm hand, he knew what I wanted but teased me by holding me still and stroking my clit with his free hand. Lila played up to this; she came close to my face but wouldn't let me taste her. She stood up and plunged her wet fingers into Jon's mouth, more than anything now I needed to taste her pussy. Jon told me she tasted sweet but he wouldn't share it with me, she greedily kissed him, sucking his tongue and steeling all of her sweet juices. 

I was naked apart from my stockings and suspender's which Lila wanted leaving on. I was completely exposed, so when Lila came over to me and began licking my lips I saw my opportunity. I started to kiss her hard and fast while removing her skirt. Jon approached her from behind and deftly slipped her wet knickers down and gave her a sharp slap on her pert arse. 

Before I knew it the tables had turned again and Lila pushed me to the floor. She straddled me and instructed Jon to remove his clothes. This was a little disappointing as I was looking forward to stripping him myself but either way I couldn't wait to see his naked, aroused body. Keeping his eyes on the pair of us he removed his t-shirt and slowly began to unzip his jeans. Just as I was about to get a glimpse of his impressive bulge Lila writhed up my entire body and sat over my face. I was torn, I desperately longed to taste her pussy but at the same time needed to see Jon's hard cock standing firm. I had no choice, just as Jon began to take down his jeans Lila thrust her juicy pussy down into my mouth. I had never licked a pussy before but it felt good and tasted so sweet. 

Instantly my tongue went to work lapping at her and exploring her sensitive pussy. I must have been doing a good job because she started to moan loudly and kept trying to thrust herself further into my mouth. As I teased her clit with my teeth I could see her beckon Jon closer to us. I shifted to get a better view of what she was doing and carried on tasting her. She reached forward and pulled at his pants eventually freeing his magnificent cock. It immediately sprang to attention, the swollen end was glistening; I longed to touch him and pleasure him. 

Without any hesitation Lila took his entire cock in her mouth making him moan blissfully. She deep throated him like this while I had my head buried in her pussy, Jon was gasping from the pleasure. I stretched up to grasp her tits and pull at her nipples; she liked this and let out a moan which was stifled by her mouth full of hard cock. 

She pushed Jon onto the sofa, stood over him and forced her pussy onto his mouth. Instinctively his tongue went to work lapping at her dripping hole, all I could do was watch, knowing the pleasure she was getting from his skill. He reached up and spanked her arse hard, she let out a little yelp; hearing her pleasure and pain and seeing the two of them together turned me on and I began to feel my pussy tingle again. As she stood over him I slowly knelt down and gently covered his raging erection with my mouth. I licked, sucked and played with his balls until he began to unconsciously fuck my mouth. I could feel his cock stiffening even more against my tongue and could tell he was close to climax. 

He continued licking Lila's pussy and her moans were steadily growing loader, I was surprised she had lasted so long; Jon is amazing at giving head and can have me cumming in seconds. I stopped sucking his cock and sat on his knee, from this position I had a fantastic view of Lila's pert arse. Slowly I lowered my deprived pussy over his rigid cock, I heard him gasp. He couldn't see what I was doing as he had his head buried in Lila's pussy, feeling me on his cock must have come as somewhat of a surprise. I slid my pussy down his entire length until he had completely filled me. I took full advantage of my position; whist riding Jon's cock I reached forward to stroke Lila's arse. She couldn't see me either so I could do anything I wanted; I leant forward and gently kissed and licked her buttocks slowly moving my tongue towards her crack. When I got my first taste of her hot arse I heard her whimper; I knew she was enjoying herself. I let my tongue teasingly linger over her arsehole mischievously tickling the rim; suddenly she lunged backwards pushing her arsehole onto my tongue. I knew she wouldn't let me call the shots but this was unexpected. As I thrust my self up and down on Jon's cock she fucked my tongue with her tight arsehole, he was oblivious as to what she was doing to me. He began to moan into her pussy as my thrusts got deeper and harder, she noticed how much he was enjoying me and decided to add to his pleasure by describing in detail what my tongue was doing to her arse. 

She told him how my wet tongue had teased her for too long by lingering on her rim that she couldn't take it anymore and had to feel me inside her warm arse. She told him how she forced her arsehole onto my tongue and now I was probing around while riding his cock hard. While she was talking I could feel him begin to shudder, she shouted at him not to stop licking her clit and her arse fucked my tongue faster. When he started to moan loader I reached behind me and squeezed his aching balls, I could tell his orgasm was building and clenched my pussy tighter around his shaft. 

Feeling my pussy tighten he reached around and spanked my arse, I thrust down harder so my clit could grind against his smooth body, I felt like I was going to burst. I wanted to scream with pleasure but because my tongue was deep in Lila's arsehole I couldn't make a sound, I started to shudder and the frustration of staying silent was adding to my pleasure. As the waves of my orgasm began to wash over me I couldn't take my gag any longer; I wriggled my tongue free and breathlessly exclaimed, "I'm going to cum!" This must have given Jon the green light; he reached round with both hands and spread my arse cheeks. The cold air on my arsehole sent shivers right through me and aided my satisfaction. Jon's breathing was getting faster and heavier, it wasn't long before he filled me with his hot cum. As he began to shudder to orgasm I could feel my own orgasm rising, as I rode him harder we climaxed simultaneously. I felt his warm, salty cum fill me at the same time as my pussy exploded with pleasure.