0 comments/ 27050 views/ 3 favorites The Threesome By: Guardvan Karen stepped over and ran her hand up my leg, pausing to tweak the head of my dick which was hanging out of the leg of my cutoffs. I hadn't bothered to pull on any underwear. Karen was almost as good looking as Sonya. Both girls had fabulous bodies, large firm tits, and smooth well-rounded asses. Karen had a cute face, whereas Sonya was absolutely beautiful. "Yes, anything you want to do!" Sonya agreed. "Lets get on the bed first," I suggested, "Then we have fun." "Lay down on your back." Sonya insisted. "Have we got something for you!" I complied, and Sonya leaned over and put my dick in her hot mouth. Her tongue swirled over the head, ran up and down the shaft, and started over again. I looked over at Karen and she was watching avidly. Not having anything better to do with my hands, I reached between her legs and caressed her cunt. Karen gasped with surprise, then spread her legs. Her cunt was already hot and wet, so I slid my middle finger in all the way, then started finger fucking her and massaging her clit with my thumb. Her clit hardened and grew. Karen had her eyes closed and was erotically tweaking her erect nipples. She was slowly lowering her body, deepening the penetration of my finger, and rocking her hips back and forth, intensifying the stroking of her clit. Karen's hot pussy juices ran down my hand while Sonya's mouth was still working on my throbbing dick. I began to draw my hand from Karen's sopping wet cunt, but she grabbed it and held it tightly to her crotch. I pulled my hand now, and she came with it. I grabbed her thigh and swung her leg over me, so she was now sitting on my chest. I pulled my finger from her hungry cunt, grabbed her ass, and pulled her snatch right up to my face. As soon as I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue, she went wild, humping my face, filling my nostrils with the sweet aroma of her cunt juices. I thought I would give her all the licking she could handle. I rammed my tongue into her fuckhole with all my might, then gently nibbled on her clit. Apparently she had a low threshold, as this was all she could stand. "Oh God, I'm coming!" she screamed, ground her cunt into my face one more time, quivered, then collapsed sideways onto the bed. One down, one to go. I looked at Sonya, still sucking my dick for all she was worth. I was nearing the end of my endurance, and I still hadn't had my dick in any hot cunt yet. I grabbed Sonya's shoulders and pulled her mouth from my dick. I turned her around and held her up, her blonde pubic triangle just inches over my waiting tool. "Give it to her! Now!" Karen whispered. Sonya's cunt didn't look wet or ready to take anything in it yet, but my dick was ready to take some pussy. Karen reached over and spread the lips to Sonya's still dry pussy, and began tweaking her clit. Sonya gasped her surprise at her most private place being touched by another chick. Within seconds though, her clit and inner pussy lips began to swell, and her juices started flowing. I slowly lowered Sonya to my rod, admiring her glistening pinkness. Karen guided my throbbing rod into Sonya's wet love hole. "Please, be careful! Ah-h-h-h! Go slow, I'm so tight!" I lowered Sonya very carefully, for her hot fuckhole was indeed the tightest pussy I had ever felt. With that in mind, I fought the urge to slam her down on my eager dick. As soon as she was down, I grabbed her ass and began sliding her back and forth. Sonya bit her lip as a tear trickled down from one eye. "Stop, Mr. Young! It's hurting her!" Karen commanded. Then to Sonya, "You haven't done it much, have you?" "Just once, with Mike, and he isn't this big. It hurt then, too!" Sonya sobbed. "I wanted so bad to do it with Mr. Young because he's been so nice to me, and I was so scared when I saw how big he was. Oh, it hurts!" "You'd better get up then." I reassured. "I don't want to do anything to you that you don't want me to do." "I want to go on, really I do! But don't you have anything I could use to make it easier?" "Yeah, any Vaseline or K.Y. jelly or something like that?" Karen asked. "I have some K.Y. jelly in the bathroom." I answered. Karen jumped up and padded into the bathroom. I watched her naked ass jiggle as she left. "You're gonna have to get up." I told her. I gently lifted up on her ass. She bit her lip again and moaned as my dick slowly withdrew from her tortured hole. With a pop from her pussy, a shriek burst from her lips as my dick sprung from her nearly dry fuckhole. She knelt on the bed next to me, softly crying, clutching herself where it hurt. I realized that she had been wrong in pretending to be so eager. A more gentle approach was needed. I reached over, pulled her to me, and passionately kissed her lips. She jerked once in surprise, then melted into my arms, returning my kiss, forgetting the pain in her twat. I ran my hand around to her firm tits and gently stroked her nipples, feeling them harden under my touch. I pulled my mouth from hers and kissed the point of each hard nipple. She moaned and gasped with each touch of my lips, but from pleasure this time, not from pain. While I had her aroused, I lightly traced circles on her tummy with my finger, each circle going lower and lower, until I finally reached the blonde muff of her pubic hair. Slowly, I reached down and cupped her pussy with my hand, being careful not to press too hard or insert my finger. I would know when she was ready for penetration. She responded with a jerk and a gasp. I pressed again, and she gasped again. I kissed each firm nipple one last time, then started kissing down her tummy to her love nest, which was now warming and starting to respond to my touch. I spread her legs and gently ran the tip of my tongue the full length of her slit. When I reached the vicinity of her clit, she reacted as though she had been shocked. She arched her back, pressing her cunt against my face. Maybe she was ready. I probed again with my tongue, harder this time, hard enough to separate her cuntlips and tickle her clit. She went mad again, jerking and twitching in response to the touch of my tongue, moaning and panting. Then I felt her clit harden, her inner lips swell and spread, and her delicious juices start to flow. Now she was definitely ready for more. I probed her fuckhole with my tongue, licked all the way up to her clit, swirled it around, bit it gently, then probed her hole again. When I started doing all this, she went even wilder. She spread her legs, humped and reared against my face, and pulled my head tight against her hot cooze. "Oh-h-h-h-h, fuck me," she moaned, "I can't stand it any more! I don't care if it does hurt! Please, please fuck me!" I put her throbbing clit between my lips and gave it one hard suck, drawing it completely into my mouth, and pulled my head back sharply, causing her clit to pop back. She screamed, thrust her hips at me, and grabbed her sweating breasts. When she had subsided, her legs still spread, I mounted her in the traditional position. I started to position my throbbing pole for a gentle entry, but Sonya released her tits and spread her cuntlips with one hand and guided my tool to her sopping wet fuckhole with the other. She was much wetter now than when Karen diddled her clit, wet enough to fuck. "Please do it now!" Sonya pleaded. I began to cautiously insert my dick, and found that due to her juices, entry was no problem. Sonya groaned like a virgin as I slid into her hot wetness. When she had taken as much of my ten inch tool as she could, I still wasn't all the way in. But she began pumping her hips, causing the swollen head of my dick to ram against the back of her pussy. She was as deliciously tight as before, but she must have been stretching, for with just a few strokes, my balls were slapping against her ass, and I was in to the hilt. My tenderness and foreplay had paid off. "Oh-h-h-h, that's good!" she purred when I began pumping to meet her rhythm. She wrapped her legs around my waist and was pumping as hard as I was. With each stroke, I would completely withdraw from her hot, tight wetness, then shove my eager tool back in to the hilt, never missing her voracious target, always sliding easily in, jamming against the back of her pussy. Her pumping increased in tempo, and I sped up to match. Each pump became harder and more frantic than the one before. Sonya's breathing became harder and faster. She was about to come, and I wanted to come with her. I raised her legs over my shoulders so that I had a better angle at the depths of her tight hole, and started ramming as hard as I could. "Don't stop! I think I'm gonna come! Oh-h-h, its so good! Come in me! Oh, please, I want to feel your load in me!" Sonya screamed. She bucked and reared and screamed incoherently, then went limp. I continued to pump. In just a few seconds, she began to pump anew. For more times than I could count she orgasmed. Once I felt my orgasm approaching, I gave her one last hard ram and drove my weapon in as far as I could. I came at this point, spurting her sweet, tender young cunt full of my hot sticky come, like an erupting volcano. She gasped, trembled, and fell back to the bed. I pulled out my softening dick. Our sexual energies were spent for the moment. I glanced down at the foot of the bed, and saw Karen, whom I had forgotten about. She sat in the chair at the foot of the bed, her legs spread, working a coke bottle in and out of her pussy. She had found the K.Y. jelly, then found us screwing away. Feeling left out but excited by the erotic sight of her best friend getting a good fucking, she slicked up the coke bottle and began using it as a dildo. I saw that Sonya also was seeing something she had never seen before, her best friend's cunt, gaping open, a coke bottle almost disappearing inside it. "Look how far in she puts it! And see how big it is to go in her like that. How does she do it?" Sonya asked, amazed. "Why don't you get a closer look," I suggested. "Ask her." Sonya crawled down to the foot of the bed and sat on the end, astounded, watching Karen masturbate. Karen finally looked down, under heavy-lidded eyes and saw Sonya so close. "Why don't you do this for me?" Karen asked. "How?" Sonya queried. "Just do what I'm doing now." came Karen's reply. Sonya watched for a few seconds more, then pushed Karen's hand aside and grasped the slippery end of the bottle. "In and out and twist it a little bit. Oh, yes-s-s, oh, yes-s-s. Do it good, oh, that's so good!" Karen purred. My dick was hardening again at the sight of one female masturbating another. I had an idea. If Karen was as promiscuous as she seemed, she might not object to what I had in mind. While Sonya continued to work the bottle in Karen's stretched cunt, I helped Karen out of the chair and down to the floor, her heaving tits on the floor, her ass up in the air. She stayed in that position, crooning wordlessly, cunt juice dribbling down her thighs, Sonya still masturbating her. I picked up the tube of K.Y. jelly that Karen had used, and liberally covered my erect rod with it. Then I stood behind Karen, straddling Sonya. "What are you going to do?" Sonya asked. "Watch and see!" I responded. With that I grasped Karen's hips and aimed my dick at the delicate rosette of Karen's ass. Using my dick like a weapon, I suddenly shoved my tool in as far as I could. Karen let out a scream, tearing out fistfuls of carpet. "Oh God, fuck my ass! That hurts so good! Fuck me harder, give me all you've got! Make it hurt! Give me more of that bottle!" "I'm assfucking Karen!" I informed Sonya, who was now completely mindblown. I needed no invitation, and neither did Sonya. Both of us gave Karen all we could, Sonya with the bottle in Karen's cunt, me with my dick far up Karen's clenching ass. Karen rocked back to take us both in, then forward, then back for more. I couldn't see how Karen could take my dick, as long and thick as it was, all the way up her ass, but she was doing it and getting her rocks off, to boot. "Take that bottle out of Karen's pussy, and stick all your fingers in!" I panted to Sonya. "Are you kidding me?" Sonya asked in disbelief. "No, cover your whole hand with K.Y., bunch your fingers together, then push 'em in!" My dick felt the bottle withdraw, and moments later, the pressure of Sonya's fingertips. "Now push harder!" I commanded, giving Karen's nether hole another stroke. I felt increased pressure on my dick and heard Sonya wail, "My whole hand went in!" "Good! That's called fistfucking! Do her just like the bottle did!" I gasped. "Cram my cunt full. I love it!" was Karen's response to the new violation. She trembled, then shoved her ass and cunt, doubly impaled, back at us for more. We continued like this for another minute or so. "Harder! Oh God don't stop now, I'm coming! Fuck me! Come in my ass! Squirt me full! Fistfuck me!" Karen arched her back, then screamed as I pushed my dick to the absolute limit, pumping her reamed ass full of another load of my hot lava. Then she collapsed to the floor, exhausted. I pulled my dick out of her ass, as Sonya pulled her hand out of Karen's stretched cunt with a squelching sound. Karen lay on her belly, her ass stretched open obscenely, my cream oozing out, dripping down to her spread, gaping fuckhole. "That's incredible! I didn't know Karen did that kind of stuff! It had to hurt! I know it would kill me!" Sonya exclaimed. "No it won't," Karen contradicted, "You've just got to relax your cunt and ass muscles and want to do it. If you do, you can take anything in either hole." "I don't think I could. I haven't done it too many times. I'd be too tight and too scared." Sonya countered. "I could fistfuck you by morning with no problems on your part. I would make you want it." was Karen's rejoinder. "No way on Earth." Sonya flatly denied." "I'll prove it. Lay on your back." Sonya complied with Karen's instructions, looking apprehensively at Karen. Karen began talking to Sonya in a steady monotone, telling her how good it would feel to have her pussy stretched, how she would get Sonya's fuckhole all wet and juicy, how she would stick her whole hand in Sonya's tight pussy and stretch it to fit, and how Sonya would love it and want to do it again. Karen placed her hands on Sonya's thighs and began to massage them as she spoke. Sonya watched Karen and listened to her talk, and her apprehension began to fade away. I realized that Karen had Sonya hypnotized, rapt. Karen slowly spread Sonya's unresisting legs wide apart, talking all the while. She reached down and began stroking Sonya's furry twat, still talking. As Sonya began to pant and get aroused, her inner pussy lips began to swell and enlarge, protruding between her outer cuntlips, glistening. Karen, still persuading Sonya of her desire, grasped Sonya's delicate pink fleshy inner lips and began massaging them between thumb and forefinger, stretching them out and allowing them to return to their normal size. Juices began to ooze from Sonya's now exposed hole. Karen prodded Sonya's clit with one finger, causing it to become firm and enlarged. Karen released Sonya's inner cuntlips and grasped her clit. She pulled on Sonya's sensitive bud, then slowly allowed it to return. Sonya was writhing all over the bed, but Karen never stopped her erotic teasing of Sonya's tortured snatch or her monologue. Karen reached for the K.Y. jelly and put a dab on her fingers. She spread Sonya's cuntlips with one hand and inserted two lubricated fingers of her other hand a fraction of an inch into Sonya's waiting hole. She spread her fingers, opening Sonya's relaxed cunthole. She took the tube of K.Y. jelly and placed the orifice right at Sonya's open gash. With steady squeezing, she squirted the entire contents into Sonya's pink hole, filling it with the clear lubricant. Karen bunched her fingers together and placed all five fingers just inside Sonya's cunthole. "You're all lubed up and ready to go now. Are you ready for it, Honey?" Karen purred. "I'll give to you when you're ready." "I'm ready, do me!" Sonya replied distantly. Karen started diddling Sonya's erect clit, then pushed her fingers into Sonya's slippery hole, twisting her hand as she did so. Sonya gasped and drew her knees up, making her cunt open wider, easier for Karen to ream. "More, more, go deeper!" Sonya gasped frantically. Sonya reached between her legs and grabbed Karen's wrist, pushing Karen's hand further into her own hot cunt. In just moments, Karen's hand had completely disappeared into Sonya's hole. Sonya's cuntlips were wrapped around Karen's wrist. Karen grabbed a mirror and held it up where Sonya could see her own private parts, stretched, violated, impaled upon Karen's hand. "See, Honey, I told you you could do it!" Sonya took the mirror and stared dumbfoundedly at it. Karen partially withdrew her hand, then pushed it back in. "Now comes the fun part!" Karen pronounced. "Feel it when I move my fingers around!" With that, Karen began wiggling her fingers and moving her hand around inside Sonya's slippery wet fuckhole. Sonya went crazy, thrashing around on the bed, alternately screaming for Karen to stop, it was too much, or to go deeper. Finally, Sonya screamed one last time, pulled Karen's hand one last time, then went limp. I spent the rest of the night alternately fucking Sonya and Karen, shooting great loads of hot jism into both girls. I never knew I had such stamina. The next weekend, they came back to visit again, and finally, with great preparation, got to fuck Sonya's beautiful ass. We fuck and make love on a regular basis now, and are a happy threesome. The Threesome Note: This has never happend, it is only a story. Kat is laying on the floor eagle spread, her long shirt exposing the fact that she isn't wearing any thing underneath, as her shirt moves up and shows her pussy to all who care to look. Lyn and Julia walk over towards where Kat lay they are wearing nothing but matching red lacey bra's and red lacey panties. Julia looked over at Kat and says to Lyn, "How about we do the three some that we've been itching for?" Lyn looked over seductively at Julia and says, "Mmm, that sounds like fun. To bad we don't have our toys, besides the rope, with us." "Yeah, that's true. But we do have our tongues and fingers." "I want to shove my fingers into that pussy, it looks so fuckable. I think that she hasn't been fucked at all." "Then it's our time to teach her about fucking," Julia says as she unhooks her bra and takes off her panties. She then motions for Lyn to do the same, she does. Lyn kneels down on the bed next to Kat and begins to fondle her tits, Kat arches up into Lyn's hands unknowing of what's about to happen to her. Then Julia gets between Kat's legs and licks her middle finger then brings it to tease Kat's pussy as it begins to get wet from Lyn's actions. Kat begins to feels something very good happening to her pussy. Kats eyes flutter open and she sees two sexy girls playing with her. She tries to get away but strong arms hold her down. "What the fuck are you doing to me?" "We're going to fuck you, and you will enjoy it bitch. Otherwise we will use the ropes that we have to tie you down," Lyn said threateningly. Kat relaxes and begins to give in to her demand. "Now that's much better, bitch," says Julia as she begins to let go of her legs and go back to fucking Kat's pussy with her finger. Kat's pussy begins to get wet, wetter than it's ever been with any guy. She moans against her will and begins to move against Julia's hand. She thinks to her self, I shouldn't be enjoying this, but I am. "On all fours now, take off that damn shirt you fucking bitch," demands Lyn. Kat does as she bids, takes off her shirt and gets on all fours. Lyn lies down in front of Kat, "Lick my pussy, bitch." "But I've never done this before, I don't know how." "Just stick your tongue in-between the slits and then when you see this little pea size nub then flick that with your tongue a few times. Then you slide your tongue into my pussy and keep moving it around. Now get to it bitch!" Kat said nothing, as she moves to tongue Lyn's pussy. She slowly slides her tongue in-between the slits, she backs off because of the spicy taste. Lyn grabs her hair and pulls her head back to her pussy, "I said fuck my pussy with your tongue bitch, and you fuck it until one of us tell you different." Kat's face begins to get wet from Lyn's pussy, Kat feels this little pea size nub and flicks it with her tongue which causes Lyn's grip on her hair to become harder and Lyn shoves her head even more into her pussy. Julia began to feel left out so she began fucking Kat's with two fingers', Kat cries out in pain and bites Lyn's pussy. Lyn pulls away from Kat's tongue and slaps her hard across the face, which makes Kat smack down onto the floor. "Don't bite me you fucking bitch! I told you to be good. You are going to get it now you fucking bitch!" Lyn reaches over to the rope and ties her to the four pedestals on the bed. Then Lyn looks for a something to shove in Kat's pussy. So she leaves the room to look around in the kitchen. She finds a spatula, a broom, and 3 close pins. Lyn comes back into the bed room and finds Julia slapping Kat across the face so many times that it's the color of a cherry. "Enough!" Lyn yells as she crossed the room towards Kat. She pulls out the close pins and puts them on each nipple making Kat scream in pain. "How do you like that bitch?" Kat couldn't answer as the tears rolled down her cheeks, then Lyn puts the third close pin on Kat's clit, making Kat scream even loader, twist and turn, and cry harder. "It makes it worse when you move around, so don't move bitch! It's time for the spanking," Kat's eyes widen in fear as Lyn smiles evilly and shows her the spatula, Lyn kneels next to her on the bed and smacks her close pins on her tits hard, Kat screams out again. Julia says to Kat, "You know if you were quite and don't make a peep of sound maybe she won't hit you." Lyn then moves to her pussy and SMACK on the close pin, Kat tries to stop the scream in her mouth but it doesn't work. Lyn keeps on hitting Kat all over her body but mainly on the close pins and around them. Eventually Kat was able to be silent, which meant Lyn was to stop that torture. Next came the broom, Lyn stepped toward Kat with it and said, "This will be the last thing that we do to our bitch." Lyn then shoved the broom handle up her pussy making Kat jerk and want to cry out. Lyn looked down on the bed and said, "I guess you were a virgin," Lyn just laughs and keeps on shoving the broom in and out of her pussy. Eventually making Kat actually want it again and again. Julia squatted over Kat's head and said, "Lick my pussy bitch, lick it well. Otherwise I will do worse then she has done to you." Kat moans and licks, sucks, and fucks Julia's pussy with her tongue. Kat's tongue was getting tired very quickly and her face was once again soaked with cum. Kat tried to ignore the broom going in and out of her but she couldn't, she just had to cum. Kat finally let go and moaned into Julia's pussy as Kat's came all over the bed and herself. "I think we fucked this girl enough," said Lyn to Julia. Then Lyn looked over at Kat and said "If you tell anyone of what happened to you we will find you and make you our bitch for forever…" with that they untied Kat and left her laying there on the bed. Kat could not move for awhile, eventually Monday came and she had to get up and go to work. But she will never forget that night when she was fucked for the first time. The Threesome Brenda woke with a start, lying on her side pressed up to the back of a man. One arm trailed over his body and she could feel his butt pushed back into her stomach. For a moment she tried to remember where she was, then, slowly, the memory of the night before came back and, at the same time, she realised she could feel another body pushed up against her back. Another man's body, she suddenly understood, as she felt the familiar soft bulge pressed against her buttocks. "Oh God," she groaned to herself. Carefully, slowly, she extricated herself from the mass of limbs holding her to the bed and slid out from beneath the two men. For a comical moment she thought about moving the two of them closer together, but thought that was cruel. Neither had been interested in each other, they weren't bi-sexual or gay, they'd purely been interested in her. She stepped into the bathroom and studied herself in the mirror. Her long brown hair was tussled and a mess, her make-up was smeared and blotchy. Her large breasts hung before her and dried lines of sperm covered them, trails like the silvery path of a snail running from her neck over her large breasts and down her stomach. Brenda wasn't a skinny girl, but she didn't consider herself fat. She stood up straight in front of the mirror and pulled her stomach in. She liked her shape and most men did too. She had a large pair of tits and a bum that men would die for. Her legs were long and muscular, but shapely not vulgar, toned from the running she did most mornings; almost ten miles each day when she could. Small bruises were forming on the inside of her thighs and a dull ache throbbed inside her vagina, between the cheeks of her arse too. Looking at herself in the mirror, Brenda blushed. "Oh God," she moaned again, "why did I do it?" Sleeping with a man she hadn't started a relationship with was outside of Brenda's normal habits. Sure, she'd slept with many guys before, but only once before had she had a one-night-stand with someone she'd just met and never heard from before and that was almost twelve years before, when she was eighteen and a lot more naive and inexperienced. Even worse, these two were guys that she worked with. Neither of them were guys that she thought, or dreamt, she could ever have a relationship with and before last night she'd barely acknowledged them outside the office environment. Worse still, she couldn't even blame her actions on alcohol. She'd had one glass of white wine and fallen into conversation with them, before falling into bed with them. The conversation had been about sex, she remembered. She had heard them talking with another girl, Tracy, about oral sex and anal sex and, feeling a bit flirtatious, she had wandered over to join in and see what the gossip was. The conversation had been funny and lively. Both Tracy and herself had the same point of view: oral sex was okay, neither of them even minded swallowing, to be honest, but it wasn't really the greatest thing on the planet; they'd only do it as long as the guy they were with reciprocated; anal, on the other hand, was the big taboo. "The bumhole is designed for one way traffic only," Tracy had said, reproachfully. "But have you ever tried it?" Ted, one of the guys, had asked. Neither girl had. "Well," said James, "how can you knock something you've never done before?" Neither girl had an answer for him. "Maybe," Ted had said, feeling brave, "we should head back to my place and give you girls a sample." He had been joking, of that Brenda was sure, but there was a hint of hopefulness in his voice. Tracy had declined politely straight away, but Brenda had nodded in agreement without thinking about it. Before she knew it, they were on their way from the party, without Tracy. Brenda looked at the snail trails over her body and briefly contemplated getting into the shower, but she didn't want to wake the boys. A shower could wait until she got home. She closed her eyes and remembered what had happened the night before. They'd got to Ted's house, just a five minute walk from where the party was being held, and settled in the lounge, chatting at first. The conversation had been stilted and Ted and James, now in unfamiliar territory with a girl, were more than a little cautious. They talked about football, girls in the office, whether the MD really was shagging his PA, and skirted around the whole real reason they had originally arrived at Ted's place. Brenda had decided to take the initiative. She didn't want to get drunk to do it, but personal curiosity and the thought of being taken by two guys was turning her on and this was a fantasy she wanted to try. If it was horrible, it was horrible, but a threesome was something most people went on about but never did; she wanted to give it a go. Ted and James weren't guys she worked too closely with, there might be some awkward embarrassed silences for the following few days, but it wouldn't be any worse than that. She wasn't even bothered about office gossip: she was single, after all, and if she chose to take this kind of action with her sex life then that was nobody else's business but hers. She stood up off the sofa and slipped out of the suit she was wearing. The boys' voices faltered, then stopped, as they watched her remove first her jacket, then her blouse, and finally her long dark trousers, to stand in front of them wearing nothing but a bra and a g-string. Ted and James admired her body silently. Brenda was a tall girl, with a full build. Her stomach was reasonably flat and her legs looked strong. Her breasts were large but firm and, despite being held in by the bra, they could both tell that those mounds wouldn't sag when they were released. Her brown, sculpted hair hung sexily over one shoulder, leaving the other bare and enticing. "Well boys," she said, a husky croak to her voice. "Do you want to do this or not?" Ted and James looked at each other for a moment, then back at Brenda. "Take your bra off," said Ted. "And your knickers," added James. "We want to see you naked." Brenda smiled obligingly. First, she unclipped the bra and slowly pulled it away from her skin, keeping her breasts covered with one arm so that they couldn't see her nipples. Then she turned away from them, facing the far wall, and used both hands to pull down her g-string, keeping her legs straight as she bent down with undergarment so that her thigh and calf muscles stretched tight as she did so. As she stepped out from the g-string she let her legs splay slightly wider, to give the boys a glimpse of her pussy, neatly trimmed and already glistening with anticipation. Then she stood up straight and turned to face them once more, this time letting her tits hang bare so that the boys could see her nipples, standing hard and prominent. Brenda's nipples weren't the only things standing hard and prominent. Both boys had unzipped their trousers to reveal large erections while she had been revealing her gleaming sex and she smiled to herself, satisfied that her little strip had produced the desired reaction. She knelt on the floor in front of James and took his cock in her hand, then slowly leant forward and licked it from the base of its shaft to the tip of its bulbous head. She let her tongue gently linger on the mushroomed end and felt his muscle twitch in her hand. Then she let go and slid over to Ted, repeated the procedure, felt the same twitch. "Why don't we go upstairs?" She suggested. "Find somewhere more comfortable to play?" Both guys nodded. "I tell you what. You wait here and get undressed. Wait one minute, then come find me." Both nodded again, silent, concentrating on making sure their aching cocks didn't explode straight away. It didn't take them long to find her. She was on Ted's bed, her face laying against his pillow, her arse high in the air as she knelt forward. One hand was stretched between her legs and was slowly playing with her pussy lips. She didn't slide her fingers in, just let them run over the full, excited entrance, back and forth, back and forth. Ted and James were greeted to the site of her high, shapely butt and wet pussy lips before they saw anything else, and both appreciated it. "Lick me," she commanded. She rolled off her knees and onto her back, then let her legs open wide so that her pussy was exposed and ready for their tongue. Ted obliged. He loved the taste of pussy juice and was eager to get his lips around this one. He slid between her legs and happily pushed his face into her crotch, his tongue sliding up and down her lips in long strokes before and he used his thumb to pull back the hood covering her clit, letting it protrude like a large button, waiting to be pressed. Brenda pushed against his face and gasped in delight as his tongue stroked her and she smiled at James as he got down on to the bed and kissed her passionately, full on the mouth. She kissed back for a moment, tasting the beer on his tongue, then pulled away. "Give me your cock," she whispered, "fuck my face." As she lay on her back, Ted's face buried between her legs, James positioned himself over Brenda's face and then pointed his cock down until it was at her lips. She let her tongue slide out over the tip of his manhood, then put a hand on his backside and encouraged him to slide into her mouth. He was willing, and hard, and he groaned as her tongue slid all the way over the hard vein in his shaft, her lips closing tightly around him as she sucked him until she had his entire length in her mouth. Waves of pleasure washed over Brenda's body and she moaned around the hard muscle she sucked on as the taste of his cock and the feel of Ted's tongue brought a small orgasm rushing quickly through her belly. Feeling her moistness in his mouth and hearing her sounds of excitement, Ted pushed his face harder against Brenda's pubis and sucked furiously on her clitoris, ignoring the fact that a very short distance away his friend's cock was buried deep inside her mouth. He desperately wanted to fuck her now, to feel her around his cock, but he didn't want to let go of this moment where he was bringing her to climax with his tongue. She responded by wrapping her legs tightly around his neck and holding him hard against her, encouraging him to flick his tongue up and down her sopping lips as her hips started to gyrate and she pushed her crotch forward for more. On her back, her senses being pleasured by two men, Brenda could feel the "Big O" approaching. She'd only really experienced such a thrill a handful of times before. Almost all the lovers she'd ever had had managed to satisfy her, one way or another, but only one or two had managed to bring her to a complete orgasm, the type that left her body shuddering, her lips quivering, her pussy aching for more; the type that left her gasping for breath and begging him not to stop. In the past, that climax had come from full and deep penetration, usually doggy style, where she could get herself in a position for him to thrust deeper and harder into her than she could imagine. Extra large cocks, deep in her from behind: that's what triggered Brenda's "Big O" normally. Except today. She had one cock, a fair size she admitted, buried in her mouth all the way to the hilt and she was sucking greedily on it, feeling its bulbous tip touch the back of her throat, but she was an expert at this and had manoeuvred James so that she could tilt her head back and accept him partially into her throat. She had both hands on his buttocks, controlling his urge to fuck her mouth too hard. Between her legs was another man, this time his mouth giving her the pleasure. She had already thought about Ted, and the fact that he wasn't getting any release for his manhood yet, but she would fuck him hard soon enough. Right now, the "Big O" was developing, and she wasn't going to let it go. Men's tongues had brought her to orgasm many times before, but again they'd never brought that rushing, screaming release that she craved, and that she could feel building now. Her pussy was hot and she could feel her juices flowing freely over Ted's face, washing him in her approaching orgasm. In the pit of her belly the knotting, curling sensation started, then the shivers began up her spine. She was warm and excited. She lifted her legs high into the air and opened them wide, changing the shape of her pussy on Ted's face, and keeping one hand on James's backside she used the other to control Ted's head against her mound. The cock was moving in and out of her mouth faster now, and despite her best attempts to control his pace her own orgasm was weakening her. The warm shivers up her spine had turned to shudders and the burning sensation between her legs burst free as a wave of orgasm spread from her stomach, through her pussy, down her legs and up her spine. She wanted to scream, but James's cock was filling her mouth now, thickening at his own approaching orgasm; then her tongue and throat were covered in a powerful spray of hot sperm. She swallowed hungrily, but there was too much cum and it filled her mouth as she desperately tried to keep her hand on Ted's head, encouraging him not to stop. That ecstatic wave of delight was still rushing through her body and she didn't want it to go away. Brenda pushed James away, his cock free from her mouth but still spraying sperm covered her face in his hot white milk and she felt it run from her lips and down her chin. She grabbed the back of the head between her legs and held it hard, clamped to her groin as the orgasm continued to spread hard and fast through her body. Free from the gag of that hot thick penis, Brenda wailed and screamed in delight until the orgasm had finished and Ted's face was covered in her hot sticky juices. Then she collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath, grinning from ear to ear like the Cheshire Cat. "Fuck," she said, almost to herself. "That was amazing." Back in the bathroom, Brenda looked at herself in the mirror again. She knew that hadn't been the end of it; the snail trails down her body were just one indication that more had happened. She closed her eyes again. James sat on the edge of the bed, nursing his softening cock, his grin as wide as hers. He'd never had a girl let him cum in her mouth before and he had been praying she wouldn't stop him as he'd felt the orgasm build. Ted dragged himself up the bed and lay beside her, his fingers touching her pussy for a moment, then he bent down and took one nipple into her mouth and sucked on it. Brenda moaned a little with pleasure and smiled down at the top of his head, then she pushed him away so that he was lying on his back. His cock was thick and hard and aching for its release. Ted was feeling pleased with himself, his hard work with his tongue bringing such a screaming result was a definite accolade, but the lines of white sperm running down her neck showed that his friend had definitely got a result too and now it was his turn. His prick almost felt as if it were going to burst from the pressure building up inside it and Ted ached to feel that hot pussy around his shaft. He didn't have to wait long. Brenda had pushed him onto his back from where he'd been sucking on her large tits and then crouched over him, reaching between her legs to grab his manhood and guide it to the lips of her sopping wet pussy and as she pushed herself down on to him she bent to kiss him. Ted tried to resist at first; after all, his mate's dick had just been there and she still had the remnants of his orgasm all over her lips, but she pressed down and forced her tongue into his mouth and he gave in, kissing back. The taste of pussy and sperm was not as disgusting as he'd first expected - in fact it gave him a thrill, combined with the heat of her cunt enveloping his shaft. She moved slowly on him, up and down gently, as their kiss grew more and more passionate, his hands trailing over her waist, her butt, up to her tits. Then she started to move faster, building up the pressure in his cock. She sat up slightly, pulling away from him and angled herself so that he could lift his head and take one of her swinging breasts into his mouth. Glancing over to James, she growled, "that thing better be hard. I want it in my arse, now!" James didn't argue. From where he was sitting on the bed, he'd watched her pussy stretch and slide over his friend's cock, could see the juices flowing from her with excitement and running over his ball sack; it was like being in a real live porn movie and his cock had twitched back to life almost immediately. James had been stroking it gently as he'd watched, now he moved quickly to be behind her. None of them had done this before and there was an awkward moment as they tried to find a comfortable position. Ted lay flat on his back and Brenda brought her knees up so they were level with his waist, opening them wide to keep Ted in her but leave a comfortable area of access for James. James moistened his fingers on Brenda's pussy lips, ignoring the fact that he was rubbing around Ted's cock, and then slowly, deliberately applied the moist juices to the entrance of her butt, pushing a finger delicately inside to open her up. She relaxed and closed her eyes as she felt James crouch behind her, then felt the tip of his cock push at her arsehole. For a moment, there was nothing. The three of them seemed to hang in time for eternity, then James pushed forward and into her. Brenda threw back her head and gasped. At first it was at the sharp pain of his entrance, then the pain turned to pleasure and she felt him push all the way into her, slowly, carefully, trying not to hurt her. She felt full, like she'd never felt before and that sensation stirred in her stomach once again. It felt painful, but in an exquisite kind of manner. Slowly, she began to rock back and forth, feeling the sensation of the two men's penises rubbing each other through the thin wall of her vagina. Then James began to move slowly, extending the rhythm of his cock in her butt, and Ted began to gyrate his hips so that he moved deeper inside her. "Jesus," she whispered, and lowered her head to the bed, choosing to nibble on Ted's neck as the two men began to fuck her, gently at first, then harder. It came quickly this time, and harder. She felt it in the pit of her stomach as before and the burning in her pussy, but this time it was unexpected and forceful. The orgasm ripped through her body with a power she had never experienced before and all she could do was scream, pinned between these two large men as she was. They didn't stop, just kept pumping between them, holding her in place, until their own orgasms were rushing forward. "Don't cum inside me," she begged, though her voice was barely a whimper. "Spray me." They kept pumping, harder and harder, and Brenda began to think they hadn't heard her, but she could barely speak now. The mixture of pain and pleasure, the wave of orgasm after orgasm that seemed to be washing over her body, kept her held in place. She couldn't work out whether she was having one long climax, or lots of little ones, but she didn't care: it felt fantastic. And then, as one, both boys slipped free from her and pushed her onto her back,James didn't argue. From where he was sitting on the bed, he'd watched her pussy stretch and slide over his friend's cock, could see the juices flowing from her with excitement and running over his ball sack; it was like being in a real live porn movie and his cock had twitched back to life almost immediately. James had been stroking it gently as he'd watched, now he moved quickly to be behind her. None of them had done this before and there was an awkward moment as they tried to find a comfortable position. Ted lay flat on his back and Brenda brought her knees up so they were level with his waist, opening them wide to keep Ted in her but leave a comfortable area of access for James. James moistened his fingers on Brenda's pussy lips, ignoring the fact that he was rubbing around Ted's cock, and then slowly, deliberately applied the moist juices to the entrance of her butt, pushing a finger delicately inside to open her up. She relaxed and closed her eyes as she felt James crouch behind her, then felt the tip of his cock push at her arsehole. The Threesome For a moment, there was nothing. The three of them seemed to hang in time for eternity, then James pushed forward and into her. Brenda threw back her head and gasped. At first it was at the sharp pain of his entrance, then the pain turned to pleasure and she felt him push all the way into her, slowly, carefully, trying not to hurt her. She felt full, like she'd never felt before and that sensation stirred in her stomach once again. It felt painful, but in an exquisite kind of manner. Slowly, she began to rock back and forth, feeling the sensation of the two mens' penises rubbing each other through the thin wall of her vagina. Then James began to move slowly, extending the rhythm of his cock in her butt, and Ted began to gyrate his hips so that he moved deeper inside her. "Jesus," she whispered, and lowered her head to the bed, choosing to nibble on Ted's neck as the two men began to fuck her, gently at first, then harder. It came quickly this time, and harder. She felt it in the pit of her stomach as before and the burning in her pussy, but this time it was unexpected and forceful. The orgasm ripped through her body with a power she had never experienced before and all she could do was scream, pinned between these two large men as she was. They didn't stop, just kept pumping between them, holding her in place, until their own orgasms were rushing forward. "Don't cum inside me," she begged, though her voice was barely a whimper. "Spray me." They kept pumping, harder and harder, and Brenda began to think they hadn't heard her, but she could barely speak now. The mixture of pain and pleasure, the wave of orgasm after orgasm that seemed to be washing over her body, kept her held in place. She couldn't work out whether she was having one long climax, or lots of little ones, but she didn't care: it felt fantastic. And then, as one, both boys slipped free from her and pushed her onto her back, kneeling above her with their poles held hard in hand. She wanted to wank them, wanted to help them, but she was numb and limp from the sensations washing over her body and as she lay there, eyes closed, body buzzing, she felt their cream splash onto her tits, over her face, down her neck. Even when it had finished and they lay there together on the bed, the tingle of orgasm after orgasm remained and she felt the streams of sperm running over her flesh. Brenda opened her eyes and looked at the trails on her skin in the mirror. Then they had all fallen asleep, exhausted. She needed to shower, but that could wait until she got home. Today was another day in the office. The Threesome My girl and I were both new to this. I always wanted to have a threesome and she always wanted to experience the touch and taste of another woman. This is something that we had talked about for some time, and after searching around on-line for a few months, we finally found the perfect woman that excited both of us. The woman lived in another state, so when all three of us actually had the time to meet, we jumped on the opportunity. The woman had some vacation time, and since she always wanted to see Michigan, she decided to hop on a flight and get a room for a couple of days near the airport. She decided to get a room by the airport because she was not good at directions and had fears of getting lost. There was a direct shuttle from the airport to the hotel so things worked out perfect. Her flight was due in at 5:00 P.M. so we decided to meet at her room for 7:00 P.M. to give her time to relax. The ride to the hotel was nerve racking. I was a nervous wreck and I could tell that my girl was nervous too! We had talked to this woman on-line for several months, exchanged photos (both naughty and nice), played on cam, and now we were finally meeting her. I wanted to try to arouse my girl all the way to the hotel, but I was too nervous. She was looking so hot too! She had her hair freshly done, her make-up and nails were just right, her cleavage was showing, and her legs were looking mighty fine in her pantyhose. I wanted to pull over and jump her bones right there but I had so many thoughts running though my head it was too hard to focus. How would we all get along? Would the girls make a connection in person? Who does what to who and when? All of these questions were littering my brain, so I decided to turn on the radio in an attempt to relax my mind a bit. We get to the hotel and I can feel the tension building up in both of us. I grab her hand as we get out of the car and walk to front door of the hotel. Once we get into the hotel, we go to the front desk and ask the desk clerk to call our special ladies room. He phones her room, and hands me the phone. She answers and says that she is in room 319, and to come on up. We walk over to the elevator and push the up button. Once we get into the elevator, I push 3 and as the doors close, I can't help it, I have to lean over and give my baby a kiss. Once the doors open, we step out of the elevator and turn the corner. Room 319 is right there!!!! I feel as if I can hardly breathe as I walk over to the door and knock! Before I can catch my breath, the door opens and there she is. She is standing there in front of both of us in a sexy red teddy! I look at my girl, and the look of delight in her eyes gives me a semi erection. We walk into the room and sit down at the table while our special lady stretches out on the bed. We do all of the usual small talk. You know how the flight was, how the drive, etc was. As were talking, I could see the ladies getting more and more turned on by each other, so that naturally got me turned on. Before I knew that was happening, our special friend stood up, walked over to my girl, and planted a long, sensual kiss on her!! OMG!!! It was one of the hottest things that I had ever seen!!! Our friend grabbed my girl by the hand, and led her to the bed. Once she had her on the bed, she began to kiss her ever so passionately. I could feel the bulge in my parts starting to grow as I watched her remove my girls top and expose her big & beautiful breasts! She slowly licked and sucked on her nipples and would glance over at me with a devilish look in her eyes. I was so aroused that I almost fell of the chair I was sitting in. At this moment, our friend removed her teddy, and before she had it removed all the way, my girl was attacking her breasts! I was in HEAVEN. Sitting there watching two beautiful women kissing and licking on each other's boobs! Our friend laid my girl down, removed her shoes, skirt, and pantyhose and proceeded to lick her pussy in a slow and sensual manner. Just as she had her at the point of orgasm, she signaled for me to come and join them. I lay on the bed beside them and licked my girl's boobs and sucked on her nipples while our friend continued to lick her clit. The moans and squirms of my girl gave me a full blown erection. Our friend noticed this and began to rub the bulge in my pants. As she was doing this, my girl sat up and pulled my shirt off while our friend pulled down my pants to expose my hard-on. My girl began to kiss me passionately as our friend began to lick and suck on my rock hard cock. My girl laid me down and began to lick on my left nipple as I was being blown! OMFG! It was driving me NUTS! After my girl worked on my nipple for a bit, she made her way down to my cock and started to share the blow job with our friend. Feeling two tongues working on my cock got me so worked up that my leg began to quiver uncontrollably. Then my girl laid our friend down and began to lick her clit. I sat up and began to lick and suck on our friends nipples while rubbing the back of my girl's head. After licking the nipples for a while, I moved and positioned myself so that I could lick my girl's pussy while she licked our friends. It was totally hot. My girl asked if I wanted to taste our friend, so I moved and got into position so that we both were licking her pussy. My girl couldn't take it anymore, she had to have her cock inside of her, and so she laid me down and started to ride me! As she rode me, our friend moved into position so that she was sitting on my face, so I could lick her pussy and she could kiss and suck on my girl's boobs while she rode me! Damn it was fucking hot! My girl rode me until she screamed in pleasure from a mind blowing orgasm! Just then, my girl got off of my cock so that our friend could have her turn. Our friend began to ride my cock while my girl kissed and nibbled on my neck and nipples. Then she turned to our friend and sucked on her boobs while she rode my cock to get her own intense orgasm. Once she came, she climbed off of my cock and told my girl that it was my turn to cum. They both proceeded to lick and suck on my cock. One would lick the shaft while the other one nibbled on my balls and sucked on the head. Before I knew it, I exploded with an orgasm so intense I thought my heart was going to stop! After we had all calmed down, we all cuddled in the bed with me in the middle with my arms around them both. Before we all fell asleep, the last thing I remember was looking up at the ceiling and thinking "Wow, I just had my first threesome!" The Threesome Ch. 01 My name is Peter, My wife and I have a very good sex life, from threesomes (My wife Kate and I with an other man) and a couple of foursomes. One night while having Dinner I ask Kate "You know it's not very fair you and a three some with two men, a couple of times but I never had a threesome with two woman" "Is that what you want?" "Yes, I want that and it would be nice if it happened very soon." Kate answers "O.k. who would you wants in bed with us." "I have planed and picked the other men in bed for you, you pick the woman and plan when and where, you just tell me where to be and at what time" Couples of week went by and I still have not heard a single word about my surprise threesome. "What is happening with my threesome, Kate?" "I did not have the time to plan anything yet." "Come on it does not take 2 hours to plan." "O.k. then, this is what we'll do, on Saturday May 10Th you go and play golf with John and when you get back everything will be ready, all you have to do is to walk in to the house and come into the bed room and I will be in bed with the other woman" So of course, I have to ask, any same guy wants' to know. "Who will she be?" "You will find out when you walk into the bed room in two weeks." That must have been the longest two weeks of my life, be finally the day is here. I get a tee of at noon, so I told Kate that I would be home at about 6:00 p.m. I have never played golf so bad in my entire life, John kept asking me what was wrong and after the fifth time I told John what was going too happened when I got home. The only thing John told me was "You luck bastard." I finally make home at about 6:30, and walked in the house and striped on the way to the bed room. As I get to the room the door is locked and everything is very quiet, so I just opened the door to find my wife in bed with Mary. Mary for those of you, who have not read my other stories, is John's wife. "What is Mary doing here?" I asked "She will be the other woman for you today." "Does John Know?" "Yes he knows, why do you think he called you to go play golf today, didn't you find odd that John call and asked you to go, when you always have to ask him" "John is o.k. with this?" "He told me that it's o.k. since we had a threesome with him a couple of months ago, and as he put it, I fuck his brains out so Mary should do the same with you. Now that you are naked and that we both can see that from the hard on you have you are ready sit in this chair and let 's start" I run the chair that I was told and sit down, Mary get up and give me a hot and passionate kiss, at the same time I feel Kate tie-up my arms and legs to the chair. Mary breaks the kiss and starts to kiss my neck then chest well she was making her way to my Penis. When Kate was finish tying me us she then her too gave me a hot and passionate kiss, then see looks at ma and with a sexy voice says "I will now blind fold you, so you will not see what is going and be surprised at what will happened." When the blind fold was on (I could not see any thing) I felt two tongs on my raging hard on. As the woman took turns sucking the other would lick my balls or kiss me I have not clue how long this lasted but it was FUCKING amazing. Then all of a sudden they stopped and took off my blind fold, but kept my tied to the chair. When my eyes got into focus I could see Kate and Mary in bed with someone between them, but there back was to me. "Who is in bed with both of you?" I asked in a bewildered voice. Just then this stranger turns around and I see that its' John The same John that I played golf with earlier, that was in bed with them. "I asked you for a threesome not a foursome, Kate" I yelled out. To this she answered "yes a threesome, a threesome including Mary myself and John, you get to sit in the chair and watch." When we'll be done, if you stay quiet and don't disturbed you I will let you masturbate while you watch the video of this." "What video, and where is the camera" "I forgot to tell you, I will untie one arm and you will video tape." Kate then getup and hands me the camcorder and extra battery. She turns around and goes back to bed gets in the doggy style position and snaps her fingers just then John gets behind her and Mary lays down with her pussy in front of her Kat's mouth. She turns to me and says "Turn on the camera and you better do a good job taping this or you will never touché me ever again." I do as I am told since I would like to fuck my wife some time in the future. John takes hold of his prick and pushes in to her with on problem at the same time Kate lowers her mouth and starts to eat Mary's pussy, in not time the were moans coming for every, then John snaps his fingers everything stops and Kate turns around, now Kate has John's prick in her mouth and Mary is eating out Kate. This was incredible to watch I wanted to blow my load just watching this very well planed sex game, but I was told to tape so that what I did anyways I was tied up. That out of nowhere I could head Kate start to moan harder and harder there it is my wife if Cumming and I am behind the camera and another woman is doing to her, almost at he same time I hear John moan and he stiffens her back as if he exploded his load, He pulls out of Kate she turns to me opens her mouth to show me John's cum and then swallows it all. I then turn my attention to Mary which at this has not cum yet, Kate sees this and says "You will not get to touch her; she has her good friend to help with Cumming." Mary reaches under the pillow and pulls a huge vibrator turns it on and within seconds has a major orgasm. The three of them get up and leave me there tied up to the chair and went to wash up. A couple of minutes later Kate walks in the room and says "I will untie you now, and you can go lie in bed and watch what you taped and do yourself if you want." I lay down with the knowledge that if I watched this I as going to masturbate, but at this very minute I did not feel like it and turned around and fell asleep. While in my sleep I feel some one pulling on my prick, I opened my eyes to see this amazing blond with a body that won't quit and next to her a fire hot red head. In the door way Kate was standing there and says "There you go they are here for you now you have fun, see you later. -> More to cum The Threesome Chronicles Ch. 01: Mary Evans Another Use for Mayo I believe one thing should be iterated strongly at the beginning of every marriage. That singularity should be that no one lives happily ever after, at least not unless they work hard to keep that happiness alive. That can never be strongly enough emphasized. Instead we are eternally disappointed to find that fairy tale outcomes are improbable at best, and most of us, in the words of Henry David Thoreau, "...lead lives of quiet desperation." Soon after the initial rush of hormonal abandon, the dust particles in the turbulent air of the bedroom begin to slowly settle. We resign ourselves to a status quo, a mere shadow of our explosive sexual genesis, and what is that resignation? It is confirmed desperation. My name is Mary Evans, and I took matters into my own hands in an attempt to rejuvenate that sexual genesis which had become but a memory in the lives of two people. Though it was a rough and dangerous path to take, I firmly believed that it would either shake us out of our ennui, or break us as an entity that had become unacceptable in my eyes. We met in our junior years at college. He always sat in the school cafeteria by himself, not because he was lacking in good looks, or a pariah among his fellow students, but because he had no interest in the college life of drunken binges and frat-fucking orgies. He seemed driven toward some goal private to himself. He seemed to take his educational chances as a serious springboard toward his future success. He studied hard, worked hard, and didn't waste his time macho posturing and other nonsense such as that. In other words, I looked past the surface and into a future to the kind of man who would be most dependable in raising a family and keeping me in a good home, provisioning a healthy table, and steady in his ways. A man such as that would be even better surety when it came to other aspects of life, such as selflessness and fidelity. We were married in April of our last semester in college, and our happiness and sense of commitment was unsurpassed. Sex was a daily, or should I say nightly, occurrence and our hunger to explore each other intimately was intense. Although neither of us were virgins, our daily overtures into each others thoughts and secret desires resulted in many firsts for both of us. One first for me came in the eighth month of our first pregnancy. I felt great discomfort, as anyone who has experienced pregnancy will understand, but was loath to leave my man in a position of being unsatisfied. Mind you, I read up on techniques of how to do certain things, and, at a time I was about to pop with our first child, I found myself lying on my back with my head hanging off the end of our kitchen table, taking my husband's cock deep in my throat. Add to this another first... my husband filmed it with his new phone, which was one of those models which could record both intimately and in high fidelity. I never thought I would ever let a man point a camera at me in such a situation, but it was a sign that I so trusted Micah, that I gave myself entirely over to him. I look at it now with total amazement. His phone focused first on my bare feet, toes curling from the intense feelings engendered by the act to be revealed as the camera scanned toward the nearer end of the table. I had worked hard to remain fit and relatively thin through my pregnancy, and the benefits of hard work, healthy diet, and regular exercise were evident through the objective lens of the camera, tracing every curve of my mothering frame as it scanned upwards to my vagina, swollen womb, and engorged breasts. The pregnant body of a young woman has to be the most erotic object her sexual counterpart could possibly have the pleasure to survey. Her figure represents the ultimate outcome of her partner's virility through his repeated and concerted acts of insemination. No onlooker can deny that insemination, or the sexual process responsible for the result. In effect, it is a man's billboard in society, whether it be polite or sexually depraved, that he has committed the act, under legal pretense, of invading a woman's body with his erect and hardened penis, and filled her womb with his seed. The camera slowly and languidly surveyed his object of ultimate desire. I was his, totally and shamelessly. Finally, the lens settled upon my neck, supinely stretched from its position wherewith my head was hanging limply off the edge of the table, so that my eyes were firmly focused on my husband's gonads, which hung pendulously low, mesmerizing me to become a willing receptacle for the throbbing penis but inches from its destination. I had practiced for this moment for weeks. I had read of circus performers at the old carnival shows that swallowed not only dagger blades, but as many as three billiard balls, afterwards regurgitating them with no gag reflex. Indeed, it was the secret behind how Houdini, stripped naked and inspected by police chiefs, was able to make his prison escapes by swallowing copies of cell keys, chucking them back up, and making his escapes. I bought three different size dildos: a five-incher, a six-incher, and a whopping eight-incher. I had chatted online once with a eighteen-year-old Australian prostitute who informed me of a secret to good fellatio. "Get him started with a handjob using mayonnaise for lubricant. That way when he's about to cum in your mouth, it masks the taste of the sperm and if you decide to deepthroat his cock, it helps it slide down more easily." I practiced with the dildos, slathered with mayo, and found my best position for taking in the largest faux-pecker was on my back with my head hanging off the edge of a bed, couch, or table. I practiced in the lonely hours while Micah was at work. It was difficult at first. I found myself gagging and even vomiting on occasion, but that eventually passed as I grew used to the slippery dildos expanding my throat passage and sliding down effortlessly. I grew excited thinking about my new found capability. The moment had come. I opened my mouth to admit his organ, pulsing purple in its desire to be consumed in my lustful and inviting mouth. I licked the eye from which would ultimately issue his sperm, tickling it with my playful tongue, arousing his member until he begged for entrance to my oral pleasure-hole, and I would not deny access to that paradise. At first his thrusts were shallow, as he was ignorant of my new abilities and didn't wish to be too rough, but I would have it deeper. I reached above my head and seized his butt-cheeks in either hand. I pushed him deeper into my mouth and on a straight path into my now expansive throat. The camera captured the amazing process, showing his mushroom head, followed by his veined shaft, clearly defined, as his cock repeatedly slid down my throat, the mayo-lubricant making it seem effortless. Finally, after a quarter of an hour of near ceaseless throat pounding, I noticed his balls beginning to tighten and contract as they slapped into my eyes and against my nose and cheeks. Soon after, he let out a loud groan and pulled his erupting pecker from my throat and mouth as long ropes of hot, creamy, white sperm ejected across my pneumatic milk-enhanced breasts, and onto my huge, swollen impregnated abdomen. The tiny girl baby within my womb ran her hand along the inside wall of the uterus, which could clearly be seen from the outside, as though touching the rippling streams of cum covering my stomach. From sperm she was begotten, and to sperm she would return. When I look back, after all these years, at the ardency and physical depth of our love, and our lovemaking, I wonder where it has gone. Two children later, I can understand where some of it has fled. A boy and a girl, if raised properly in this contemporary world, consolidate a great deal of time. Priorities change, and sex is relegated to the back burner, simmering, but never coming to a brisk boil. Why would that be, I often inquired of myself. The Threesome Chronicles Ch. 02: Mary Evans The Threesome Chronicles: Mary Evans Chapter 2 The Bikini Age - A Mother's Nightmare I eventually downloaded the incredible video to the computer when he commented shortly after that it was killing his phone's memory. It had never occurred to him to save it or even watch it. He never mentioned it again. First came Julianna, whom we called Jules for short, followed by Brendan, whom we called Beebee. Brendan was born when Jules was two-and-a-half and she had a hard time pronouncing his name, so her toddler-babble nickname stuck. They were bright happy children, with the world stretched out before them and infinite possibilities beckoning. Whether it was post-partem in its nature, or just a fucking fact of life, my brightness and happiness began slowly to ebb away. My husband, Micah, was a hard worker, but as the children grew, he became an obsessed workaholic, often bringing his work laptop home and spreading all his papers and computer out on the kitchen table, becoming so absorbed that he became oblivious to my needs, which were percolating constantly under the surface. Soon even weekends became devoted to his work. As the business began to expand, many out-of-town clients came for end-of-the-week visits to the city and Micah was always called on to entertain them. This meant that babysitters had to be arranged, clothes had to be cleaned and presentable, and long nights involving dinners and night clubs had to be arranged. Outwardly, we were the happy couple, talkative and pleasant to be around, and gracious hosts. Inwardly, I was empty of feelings, acting out the parts assigned to me as if in a play, but the backstage was a void of dark and gloomy props, gathering dust and cobwebs from disuse and neglect. "Was this what life was meant to be?" I would ask myself in the solitary moments when all seemed void and empty. Sex had become a weekend activity after Beebee was born, but then it became once or twice a month, then nothing. The children grew and I devoted my energy to make sure they were active in sports, theater, ballet, and any number of other activities. My greatest happiness was seeing them grow and thrive in this world. I would not have been able to get through my sex-deprived years without them. The years passed and I continued to love my husband, but 'loving' was more a matter of 'caring,' which I chose as a substitute for that which I had lost, along with my childhood romantic dreams. But things were to change very quickly. It was a sultry summer afternoon, humidity high, and the heat index driving people indoors, except for the young, who wore so little as to be ashamed of. Indeed, girls who would blush to be seen in their winter underthings, wore far less in their summer outerwear, especially at the beach. And thus was the spark ignited which kindled a new fire that phoenix-like, brought our sex life to new heights. We actually lived about an hour inland from the coast, so our annual visit to the beach was an important family tradition. During spring break Jules and I always went shopping for our summer beach ensemble. She was now fourteen and as cute as could be, and, like most girls in their early teens, was prone to exhibit more skin than they should, not realizing fully the effect such exposition had upon the male population. This particular summer, she also wanted to invite her new friend to come along. Her name was Brynn, and she was a rising senior and captain of the cheerleading squad. She was a good influence on Jules, striking up an immediate friendship even though they were two and a half years separated in age. Both of them bonded because of their unquenchable energy and vitality which seemed to bubble over constantly at the slightest prompting. They were constantly on the go and, quite frankly, wore me out. Our springtime shopping trip was to be a challenge for all of us. I had talked with Micah regarding the issue. Jules was determined to purchase her first bikini, and I wasn't sure I had a legitimate reason to argue against it. Almost everyone else her age at the beach had transferred over to bikini's, and Brynn, being seventeen, would certainly be sporting one. I was constantly arguing over the issue in my own mind. Was it because I didn't want Jules to grow up? There is always that nagging doubt in all parents' minds that their children are still too young. But the years flow past, and time cannot be halted, nor can they be innocent forever. Tears would come to my eyes at the most inopportune moments, puzzling Micah and the children, but I couldn't help myself. Then, one weekend in March, we went to the mall, all the stores sporting the latest swimsuit styles. Many stores were selling a style that had been very popular in the latest Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. I forget the model, but the suit she was wearing consisted of two boob triangles made of french lace, with a semi-transparent underlining that gave a hint to the sight of what lay beneath. Likewise the triangle covering the crotch was of the same material, held in place, as was the bra, by a string. The girls couldn't wait to try it on, although I was nervous to see my Jules so exposed. When they were ready to come out of the dressing room, I took a deep breath and tried to keep an open mind. They stepped out and my heart stopped. There was Jules, but where had my baby gone? She looked into my eyes, seeking approval. Should I give it? Could I give it? Only a mother reading this could possibly understand the anguish in my mind. By donning the suit she was basically imploring me to allow her the maturity that she so desired. I sized up the situation, comparing the differences between the two girls. Jules was certainly cute, even a budding beauty to be honest. Luckily, she had her father's blond hair and light complexion, so that her more private areas were hardly noticeable through the thin diaphanous fabric beneath the lace. Not so in the case of Brynn, whose darker complexion and hair made a more pronounced appearance. I actually felt Jules was safer wearing the suit than Brynn, and her parents had left the decision to me, trusting me to keep them covered, but I couldn't possibly say no to Brynn and yes to a girl two years younger. The girls were nothing if not perceptive, and they clearly read the struggle on my face. Brynn understood my dilemma and spoke for the two of them. "C'mon, Jules, it was fun trying them on, but we're asking too much of your mother." I appreciated Brynn's maturity and understanding. They turned and walked towards the dressing rooms. The string thong disappeared between their butt-cheeks, emerging at the top in a tiny triangle that led to ties on the hips. Honestly, their discomfort was nil, and they wore them with confidence and grace. But they were walking away so deflated and disappointed, that I couldn't help myself. "Wait," I cried. "Come over here and let's talk for a few minutes." We sat on some benches around the corner from the dressing rooms next to an air conditioning vent, giving us a pleasant chill from the oppressive heat outside. "You realize the thoughts you will engender in any man who sees you in these swimsuits?" I asked. "Men will immediately objectify you and cast you in their erotic fantasies. Is that what you want?" Brynn thought for a moment, looking down at her ensemble, weighing her response carefully. "Men are always casting us in their erotic fantasies," she replied. "That is simply what men do. When Jules and I are out on the field as cheerleaders, doing handstands that obviously have only one object, namely creating erotic fantasies when our skirts expose the panties beneath, how is that any different from these suits?" "The point is," she continued, "it is not the thoughts of those who see us that are of concern here. It is our thinking that determines who we are." "And what, exactly, are you thinking when you are wearing those suits," I pressed her to explain. She glanced at Jules, realizing that everything depended on her answer. "I'm thinking that we are young once only, and beautiful. Why hide it? If beauty is fleeting, as the poets tell, should those who are given the gift of radiance and youth, not share it with others? The artist will admire the form, the lecher will be the pig he is. We have no control over them, but we possess what we have for reasons that wiser souls than mine have pondered for centuries. Please, Mrs. Evans, Jules and I will not only be careful, but will act with propriety if you buy us these swimsuits." "You know," I retorted, "that if I buy these for you, I am, in effect, letting you walk around practically naked in front of hundreds of eyes? Especially you, Brynn. You have to admit that your... ahem... attributes are even more accentuated by these suits." "Please don't be upset with me, Mrs. Evans, but I would readily walk the beach in the nude if I was allowed. It's not that I have no shame. It is because I possess a confidence that defies shame." I must admit, I was impressed by her answer. Perhaps if I had an ounce of her confidence, I would not be living the empty life I was caught up in. She was so infectious with her smile and manner, I sometimes forgot that she was wearing practically nothing. I determined then and there that I would possess that confidence somehow, and restore my life to its youthful vigor. I looked up from my thoughts and stared at the two girls who had turned into women just moments ago. The world was theirs, and it would also be mine if I had the determination to make it so. "Ok," I said, hoping I would not regret my decision, realizing that making that decision was not only a big step for them, but for myself. Their faces instantly became radiant as they jumped up and down, screaming in their delight. I was, at that moment, possibly the greatest mom a girl could have. As they practically danced on air back to the dressing rooms, I wandered through the racks, looking at the swimsuits hanging row upon row, french-laced and diaphanous. I realized I had not yet picked out a new suit for myself. I walked down the aisle toward the one-piece racks that were more my size. Suddenly I stopped dead in my tracks. What was I doing? Where had my previous 'self' retreated to? When I was in high school, my best friend, Candice, and I had a saying that we often repeated to each other... "Conquer, or be conquered." Candice was now Brynn's mother. I texted a short message and a quick picture I took of the girls in their suits, just to make sure I had her support for my decision. She texted me back a terse, but mindful, reply. "Whale tails & boners." I burst out laughing in the middle of the store. In fact, I was laughing so hard, tears were in my eyes. Brynn and Jules came out of the dressing rooms, asking what was so funny. I showed them the text, which they read with puzzled looks. "Let's go to the food court, girls, I'll explain it there." "But Mom" exclaimed Jules, "you haven't picked out a suit yet." "Yes, I have," I shot back. "It's in the bag." We walked to the food court and ordered pizza and sat down. The Threesome Chronicles Ch. 03: Mary Evans Whale Tails and Boners I was beginning to understand what it meant to be a mother of a teenage girl. Certainly, one has to be firm and responsible, but being a confidant and friend is important also. I suggested pizza, and we all sat down. I still carried a bemused smile upon my face. "When Candice and I were young, just turned eighteen age in fact, we had the same desire to show off our bodies. Every generation of young girls seem to possess their budding wants, exhibiting, at every opportunity, those gifts granted to them. When we were younger, whale tails were all the rage. She and I couldn't wait, but, knowing our parent's disapproval, we had to be a little sneaky." "A whale tail was actually an offshoot of the lowrider jeans fad. Beneath the jeans, a girl would wear a black thong much like your swimsuits in construction, that fanned out as it rose out of the butt crack and tied above the hips. Combined with the blue jean lowrider, it looked like a whale tail rising from the azure sea. Guys found it intensely erotic... and I suppose it was, now that I look back." "Well, duh!" exclaimed Jules, causing a round of giggles. "And y'all went out in public like that?" asked Brynn, obviously tickled to get the scoop on her mother's high school shenanigans. "Oh, yes!" I continued, and that's when things got interesting. The girls leaned forward, their hunger for pizza forgotten in the tale, or should I say 'tail,' being narrated. "It was ladies night at the local club, a retro disco with flashing lights and all that crap." "Mom!" Jules cried in disbelief. "You went to a club when you were eighteen wearing a tail? Should I be hearing this?" "Ha!" I retorted. "And this coming from a girl of fourteen whose gonna walk down the beach practically naked!" "Hush, Jules," interrupted Brynn. "Go on, Mrs. Evans." "Anyway," I continued, "we snuck out of our rooms after everyone had fallen asleep and met at the high school football field, and from there we made our way down the street toward the club. It was obvious the bouncer at the front door wasn't gonna let us through, but around back there was a service entrance that Candice knew about. We carefully snuck around back, and slipped into an institutional-green, dark corridor that led past some custodial supply closets and the kitchen door, then finally to a door behind which emanated the steady pounding rhythms of dance. "We entered to a deafening sound that could immediately be felt in our stomachs, and we sat down. The lights were flashing, blinding any who gazed at them directly, and the servers, who dressed in the club logo t-shirts and only black panties beneath, made us look a bit overdressed. The place was a meat market in more ways than one, and the servers assumed if we had gotten past the doorman, we were of age. "It didn't take long for the two of us, dressed in halters with no bras and our ass cracks accentuated by our obvious tails, to gain attention. A lot of cute guys were there for the taking, and Candice and I had decided to play a game." "Let me guess," popped up Brynn, "you competed to see who could get asked for the most dances." "Not quite," I replied. "We actually had a contest to see who could pop the most boners." "No!" Jules put her hands to her mouth, amazed at what she was hearing from her own mother. "Yup!" I continued, "we worked the crowd, counting the boners we aroused during the dances. We each had our way of getting the guys excited. My hips were more curvy than Candice's and I concentrated on the slow dances, letting the guys place their hands on my naked waist. Naturally during the dance, the hands wandered downward until they were fondling my hips. A little swaying pelvis action always elicited the desired effect." "And my mom?" Brynn asked hesitantly. "Well, I don't think she'd mind me telling. She had a magnificent pair of boobs. Not large, mind you, but tipped with incomparable dark, puffy nipples. The kind that men dream about. Like yours, Brynn." She blushed at my comment, but asked with her eyes to continue. "She had a way of jiggling them so that the friction from the halter cloth aroused them to their full potential. She would employ the same wiggle while pressed against her partners until they lost control of their inhibitions, sporting obvious erections. We danced almost continuously for two hours." I paused and took a long sip of soda. "Well?" they both inquired, full of anticipation. "Well what?" I asked, teasing them and relishing the suspense I had engendered. They both let out a frustrated yelp and were about to throw some black olives at me before I finally volunteered the outcome of the game. "Sorry, Brynn," I continued, "but Candice sat down for drinks with a couple of her partners, which gave me the opportunity to forge ahead with a few extra boners, the tally for the night... 12-9." An odd transition had just taken place. We continued eating our pizza in quiet contemplation of what it meant and felt to take those first steps toward womanhood and sexual fulfillment. As much as most would have us believe that it all begins with the loss of our cherries, I would beg to differ. In fact, it is not the 'losing' of an insignificant membrane, but the gradual 'gaining' of recognition and confidence in our particular power as women that makes us who we are. More importantly, I thought of the many doors I had passed through in my life, and outside of motherhood, it didn't seem that many more were open to me. I envied the girls their awakenings, and wished I could awaken to the fresh challenges of womanhood. But the sun had set upon my awakenings and I had to accept the cards I had been dealt in life. My kids were well provided for and I wanted for nothing material, however much my physical self felt the restraints placed upon me. Micah was an excellent husband. His priorities were his family, our health, the children's education, and providing a solid home and income. I loved him dearly; for the sacrifices he made for his family, and for always putting his family needs ahead of his own. How many wives and mothers would wish that they could have such a blessing as mine. But sometimes I would lay in bed alone while Micah sat at the dinner table, working late into the night on reports for the next day. Our mid-thirties were drifting into our late thirties. I would tuck my hand into my pajama bottoms, running my fingers through the curls of my pubic hair, tracing a path through my bush to my beckoning clitoris... beckoning me to awaken my sleeping fantasies, arousing me to passions uninhibited. My clitoris would rise above the folds of my labia and peek through my parted curls. My fantasies rose, like my clitty, to heights unobtained in my narrow sexual prison of life, until I would bite the corner of my pillow, stifling my screams of ecstasy. The Threesome Chronicles Ch. 04: Mary Evans Mary Meets Morgan Then, when all was jilled off and done, the tears would flow, and flow, and flow. Micah would eventually come to bed, quietly slipping between the sheets next to me, but never quite touching. He never heard my tears, and I would drift into sleep with my cheeks against my pillow, dampened by desperation and defeat. At times I would swear an oath to my determination to rise out of my morass, but found myself waking to no clue as to how it could be accomplished. And thus, I continued my life of quiet desperation. But I had done something. It was just a matter of fitting into it. I bought the swimsuit... the same swimsuit that Brynn and Jules had tried on with such hopeful expectations. The largest suit in that style was a size 6. I was a size 10. That meant I would have to lose weight and tone up to fit into something not really made for me. I'm not sure exactly why I did it, but I did. "Maybe," I thought, "if I could just do enough to wake him out of his torpor and look at me sexually again, I might be able to revive what we had lost." At least it was worth a try. What I lacked though was a plan. First, I had to change my diet; not just eat less, but totally change the way I thought about food. Second, I had to exercise, and not just taking an evening walk around the block. I signed up at the local YMCA, which offered everything from yoga to zumba. I had to make myself skinny and fit, and I couldn't let anything or anyone stop me. It was my life at stake. All or nothing, and nothing is what I had right now. I announced to the family the next night at dinner that I was becoming a 'salad, vegetable, and fruit girl,' no more meat, cookies, fats, or, most astounding, cookies-and-cream ice cream for me. My son Beebee looked at me like his mom had been taken and replaced by some alien being from outer space. Micah smiled and rolled his eyes while he thought I wasn't looking. Jules gave me a thumbs up, not yet comprehending the intensity to which I was committing myself. It was late March, and I had April, May, and June (3 months) to become the woman of Micah's dreams, that is, if he still dreamed of women anymore. The first few days of my new life were painful and punishing. After the first day, I decided that I would not be compulsive about standing on the scale overmuch. In fact, I put the scale away for a week, concentrating solely on exercise and diet. By day three, my body was screaming for meat and ice cream. I was strained both physically and mentally. My muscles, my stomach, and my brain were all rebelling against me. I was filled with doubt every minute of the day, and I crawled into bed sore and exhausted, unable to keep my eyes open more than a few seconds after my head touched the pillow. Add to all of this my obligations to my family. My son's football practices, my daughter's cheerleading practices, cooking, laundry, paying bills. Everything became a constant struggle, overwhelming and hopeless. But I knew the scale would be my reward at the end of the week. Then came Saturday morning... the end of week one. It was a crazy morning. That night there was a football game. I, bleary-eyed, fixed breakfast first for Micah, who had to meet someone at the airport, then for Beebee, who was spending the day with a friend on the team, and Jules who had to be at a special cheerleading practice, as it was homecoming. When I dropped Jules off, I saw a few friends from my cheerleading days, in town for homecoming. They seemed happy. It made me wonder if I was alone in my situation and frustration. With my initial exercising adrenalin gone, my sadness and desperation returned with a vengeance. I couldn't wait to get home from dropping Jules off, pulling out the scale, and seeing the results of my hard work. I tentatively pulled the scale out from under the bedsheets in the linen closet. I was hoping for a twelve to fifteen pound difference, but I decided I'd be happy with ten, if it was as meager as that. I gingerly stepped upon the weighing plate. I couldn't believe my eyes... TWO! My expectations and dreams came crashing down around me. I knew the moment I stepped off the scale how foolish I had been. I drove by the grocery store on the way to pick up Jules and Brynn, who was spending the afternoon with us. I hardly spoke, but luckily, due to their constant chatter, it wasn't noticed. We got home and the two girls were still giggling and chattering away like magpies as they ran up the stairs to change. I watched them as they climbed, envious of their tight, muscular toned hams and incredibly cute bottoms. "My life was hopeless!" a voice within me intoned. I plopped my fat behind down at the dining room table, pulling out the half gallon tub of cookies-and-cream ice cream I had just bought at the store. My fingers jangled through the silverware, withdrawing a large soupspoon, and with it I dug in. I ate with my forehead supported by my left hand as I shovelled the ice cream into my mouth. My eyes were pooling with tears I couldn't hold back. If a classical Greek sculptor were to create an image in stone and name it DEFEAT, it would be me at that moment. "Are you ok, Mom?" I heard Jules' voice come from out of nowhere. I looked up from my binge, and tears dribbled helplessly down my cheeks. I stared at Jules, with Brynn standing right behind her. Both were staring at me curiously. I was at the end of my rope, no weight loss, sexless, frustrated, and old. I didn't care if what I said was appropriate or not. I just had to unburden on someone. In a moment of total desperation, I burst out screaming my complaint to the apathetic world around me. "Hell no! I'm not ok. Other women my age are still having babies and screwing like rabbits. I haven't had a decent fuck in over five years. I'm fat. I'm frustrated as hell. My husband doesn't even look at me anymore. My cunt aches for a cock to fill it, but I lie around like a discarded whore, wondering why I just don't go to a fucking bar and pick up the first guy who looks up my skirt. Two motherfucking pounds! Shit! I'm a fucking failure if I can't lose even two pounds in a week. It'll never fit and I will never fuck again!" Jules looked at me in stunned disbelief. The shock of the words and intimate revelations regarding her parents brought an instant cascade of tears to her eyes. She ran from the room. I heard her door slam upstairs. That left Brynn and me. I knew my tirade had royally fucked things up, which gave me more reason to admit that I was a worthless wife and mother. "Don't worry about her, Mrs. Evans," Brynn volunteered, seemingly the only one there unaffected by my fucking tirade. "I'll talk with her and she'll be ok." I stared at her, tear-streaked, with a mouth full of ice cream. She was cool as a cucumber. As if reading my mind, she offered an explanation. "My parents divorced three years ago. I've been through this when I was just about Jules' age. I'm more worried about you. After high school I intend to study physical therapy. In fact, I've already attended classes at the community college. Your lack of weight loss is not what you think. You're converting fat to muscle, and muscle weighs more than fat. You should celebrate that conversion, but not by binging on ice cream. "Tomorrow," she continued, "talk to Morgan at the YMCA. Here's the extension to connect you when you get there. I'm sure things will become much clearer when you two meet." With that she bounded back upstairs. I followed her perfectly toned ass, slightly revealed by her short shorts, and hope began to percolate once more deep inside of me. She made perfect sense, and I felt encouraged by what she said. I got up and threw the spoon into the sink on my way to the door. Outside, I began walking, tossing the ice cream into the dumpster behind the convenience store at the end of the street. I walked for a while then began running. Jules? I'd straighten things out with her when I returned. My husband? He wouldn't have a chance if... no... when I reached my goal. I walked into my house rejuvenated, sweaty, renewed in my purpose. I pulled off my t-shirt on the way to the shower, and sporting only sports bra and shorts, I passed Jules' room. She was sitting on her bed with a worried look in her eyes, still talking with Brynn. Despite my foolish embarrassment over my previous announcement, I realized my obligations as a mother. I sidled into the room and sat at the end of the bed. "Jules," I began my apology, "I'm really sorry for what I said. You are only fourteen and I was wrong to speak of such things. Just know that your Father and I love each other very much, and on that you can depend forever. It's just that..." "It's ok, Mom," she intruded into my moment of hesitation, "I'm grown up enough to know that into everyone's life a little rain must fall. I know what you are facing, and I'm proud of you. Sorry for acting so childish back there. Things just kinda caught me by surprise. Brynn and I have been talking and have deicided we will be there for you every step of the way. When the rain falls we will do our best to be your umbrella, and we'll all get through this together." "But I can't let you do that," I retorted. "This is my problem, not yours." "No, Mrs. Evans," Brynn argued. "This is as much Jules' problem as yours. She has a duty to her family just as much as you. I've been through this. If I could go back a few years, I would have done anything to keep my family together." "But what can the two of you do?" "Oh, Brynn and I have come up with a few ideas, Mom, but we want them to be a surprise." I have come to believe there is a bond between mother and daughter that sometimes, especially in moments of crises, transcends age and relationship. I knew that through my crisis, Jules, with Brynn's help, was there for me, just as I would be there for her in the many crises that a young woman would have to survive to become a mature adult in the world. Monday came and I was up early and ready to step into the Y when they first opened their doors. I signed in and asked the receptionist to connect me to Morgan, and we arranged to meet in the weight room as soon as I had changed into my gym clothes. Imagine my surprise when Morgan turned out to be a woman. Not that I hadn't met women named Morgan before, it was just that I was expecting, maybe even hoping, that this one would be a male. We shook hands and began to talk, but she noticed I was rather reluctant to tell all to a stranger, especially since others had arrived and were milling around the weights. She invited me into her makeshift office/dressing room, and we sat down with some hot, relaxing herbal tea. I must say, Morgan had a way about her that put me instantly at ease. We talked for a long time until she finally sat back and cut to the chase, so to speak. "Why are you putting yourself through all this?" she inquired. "I... I just want to be stronger and healthier," I answered, trying my best to sound convincing. "Bullshit!" she retorted. "Who are you trying to impress? And do you seriously think it will work?" "My husband, and I haven't the faintest idea," was my answer to her two questions. "Well," she snickered, "at least you're honest. And I'll be honest with you in return. Brynn and your daughter, Jules, called me over the weekend, and told me what you had told them. It's ok! Don't blush. I have only one question. What is it, exactly, you are trying to fit into?" I blushed an even deeper red as I reached into my tote bag and pulled out the tiny excuse for a swim suit. The entire thing, folded up, fit into the palm of my hand. I dropped it onto her desk, waiting for some kind of humorous retort. I was thinking, at this point, that I was glad Morgan turned out to be a female. I don't think I could have gathered the gumption to expose my ridiculous dreams to a man. She fingered the suit, examining it closely, looking up at me every few seconds as if assessing the possibilities. "Do you trust me, Mary?" she asked, "because this will take everything in your power to accomplish. We are going to be working very specifically on shapes, diets, and muscles in very intimate circumstances, almost as though I were a second skin at times. I need to know if you are in for the distance. Otherwise I'm afraid we'll both be wasting our time." This caused some hesitation on my part, but as I was 'in for a penny... in for a pound,' I saw no reason to object. "Yes," I said, "I trust you completely." "Good," she continued, "now take your clothes off." "What?" I replied, rather taken by surprise. "Clothes off already. Gotta take some notes." I took my clothes off until I was standing in only my panties. "White cotton?" she asked, rhetorically. "Off with 'em." I pulled them down, feeling her eyes analyzing every nook and cranny. I blushed, turning my skin a hot, playful, seductive hue. Something in the way she stared at me gave me goosebumps. I was beginning to wonder if it was a sexual impulse I was feeling as she surveyed me intimately. I had never felt anything like this in the presence of another woman. It puzzled me in a way I was at a loss to explain. She ran her hands along my sides, across my stomach and lower abdomen, weighing my breasts in her cupped palm, pinching the excess fat on my butt, taking notes here and there. I pressed my thighs together as my crotch moistened. It was bad enough that my nipples were betraying my aroused state. Morgan sat down and asked me to dress, which I was more than happy to oblige. She picked up the bikini thong and looked at me, her eyes daring me to prevaricate. "Tell me, Mary, what you were feeling when you bought this?" "Well," I began, "let me think..." "Nix that!" she interrupted. "Thinking is forbidden for the next few moments. You are standing in the store, looking at a rack of decent one-piece, cover-up-my-butt bathing suits, and suddenly you decide to buy this. Let go of your mind. I don't care what you say. Just let it flow. Most of us spend far too much time justifying the things we do, afraid to admit our real reasons for doing them, either because they are morally wrong and unacceptable, or we are afraid to bring our doubts and shortcomings out into the open." This was a new way of approaching the matter that had been the cause of misery and shame for years now. Like a dam bursting, I followed her advice, and began to pour out my feelings, fears, and doubts. "I want to love and be loved again... no, not only that... I want to fuck and be fucked again. I want my husband to get a hard on just by looking at me. I want to be hot! I want to arouse him in ways hitherto unexplored. I want him to want me, to want his cock in my mouth, my pussy, and even my ass, if that's what it will take. "I don't see my body engendering any desire in my husband, but maybe if I had the body of young girl, which is what I was when we first met and fucked in college, maybe, just maybe, he would want to look up from his damn laptop, and fuck me. Is that too much to wish for?" Morgan looked at me for a breathless moment, and smiled. "You may just have what it takes, and no, I don't think that is too much to wish for. The problem is, it's clear what you want. Now, what does your husband want?" "He doesn't want me, obviously." "I wouldn't be so sure of that," she countered. "We need to find out what's going on in that brain of his." "And how can we possibly do that?" I asked. "It's not as hard as one might think," she responded. "They say that a way to a man's heart is through his stomach? I would venture to say a way to a man's mind is through his laptop." "I don't understand." "Get with it, Mary. The world has changed in the past few years. Porn is ubiquitous... everywhere. Men can't stay away from it, and if you are cunning, you will find where he has been and with whom he has chatted. Then and only then, will you be able to know his intimate desires and act on them." Something seemed dishonest about looking into his private laptop and spying on him in such a manner, but then, if it was true, wasn't looking at porn behind my back dishonest? And what might I find? Would it actually make things better, or would it open a veritable Pandora's box of troubles. Morgan could see my hesitancy. "Don't overthink it, Mary. You know what you need to do." She was right. I knew what I needed to do. I not only needed to tone up and lose weight. I needed to relearn my husband, understand his desires. In essence, I needed to know what I had to do to make his dick so hard that he couldn't be satisfied with anything less than cumming in me... or on me. From that moment forward, Morgan became not only my personal trainer, she became my thinking machine, my clarifier, the one who simplified my thoughts when my head became overwhelmed with contradictions and complications. I liked Morgan. I'm not sure what appealed to me, but I always felt she could be trusted. I liked the way she thought, the way she looked, the way she moved. She always wore the same outfit to the gym... a one-piece swimsuit with the hips cut very high, so that you could see her hips rising from her baggy sweatpants which she always wore so low that they looked as if any moment they could fall to her ankles. She always had a smile. I had lost my ability to smile like that. I felt like she had the key to teach me to smile again. My first day with her was spent lifting weights, zumba, lifting weights again, yoga, swimming, then another session in private, involving me completely stripping, while she instructed me with voice and touch, which specific muscles we were going to firm up and how it would be accomplished. She was explicit and unmistakably clear with her instructions. Once again, I had a reaction to her touch that I couldn't explain, tightening my thighs as not to reveal the wetness in between my legs. After a couple of weeks, I began to finally notice a change, not actually in weight, but in waist size as well as attitude. Morgan never let up, guiding me through a regimen of exercise and diet that was both enlightening and invigorating. At home I wore clothes that covered up my physical changes. I intended for the change to be immediate and impressive when the right moment presented itself. It was also about this time that my husband had an all-day shmoozing and boozing recruitment/entertainment outing with a prospective foreign client, leaving his computer on the desk in his office at home. Finally! I rushed with it to Morgan, who cracked her knuckles and sat down to explore its hidden depths. She didn't have to search far. Obviously, Micah never thought I'd look, because we were able to find several folders in the documents and pictures start menu tab that gave us just the information we wanted. One folder was filled with videos and pics he had downloaded having to do solely with threesomes involving two men and one female. I would estimate there were about two hundred pictures and thirty videos. A second folder was full of threesomes also, but this time two girls and a man. The girls were all young and petite, and the men were all about Micah's age and size. I counted approximately three hundred fifty pictures and twenty-five videos. The third and final folder seemed an odd assortment of themes quite random: father/daughter videos, female masturbation, anal, and some shemale themes. "Bingo!" Morgan cried. "This is absolutely delicious!" The Threesome Chronicles Ch. 05: Mary Evans Morgan & Me The long days of exercise and hard work were paying off in a very rewarding way. In six weeks I found myself on the small end of a size 8. Morgan was not kidding when she said I would be wearing her like a second skin. She was there for me with every weight pulled and with every bend and shake and stretch taken. I placed my trust completely in her hands, even though it frightened me at times. And why would it frighten me you might ask? I couldn't define it exactly, but every time she drew close to me, especially when we were exerting ourselves and working up a running perspiration, I began to feel dizzy... not a balance dizziness, but that kind of imbalance one feels when they are struggling with their sexual emotions before someone that is so tempting, they lead you to thoughts of sex and infidelity. Why my emotions would be excited to such a degree by Morgan was unexplainable. I had never had sexual feelings for another woman. Why her? But there they were, everytime she had me strip naked and began to feel my individual muscles that we were working to tone. Her hand running up and down my shins and thighs, her fingers gently pinching my bottom while she measured the progress in dropping pounds and fat, her palms cupping my breasts to assess the slight increases in firmness and tone, all these brought chills and shivering want to my mind, so much so, that I had given up attempts at trying to hide the trickles of excitement that would often wander down my inner thighs. She either did not notice, or was too polite and professional to acknowledge it. I'd go home puzzled by my feelings, wondering if they were proper and up front. I wanted to talk to her about them, but I didn't want her to stop her training for something so silly, and decided to just ignore it as best I could. One day I arrived to find her locked in her office. There was a note on the door that she was not to be disturbed. I wandered to the weight room and toyed a bit with a few of the machines just to pass the time, but my heart really wasn't into it. I decided that without Morgan to inspire and cajole and put me through my paces, I was really rather tired, uninspired and a bit apathetic. I felt guilty that I needed her spirit to prop me up, but my feelings of despair and worthlessness were beginning to encroach upon me again. I decided to go back home and vacuum the house, and generally do all those mundane things that I seemed to be good at. I slipped my tote bag over my shoulder and sauntered toward the door, but as I passed Morgan's office, the door silently opened and I was swept within. "So that was all you could muster? Look, girl, I'm not gonna waste my time if you can't find the energy to overcome yourself. What if I fucking died on the highway going home tonight? Would you just cry and give up? That's what it looks like. It doesn't matter how muscular, how slim, or how sexy you are physically. If you aren't there mentally and spiritually, you're never gonna fuck your husband again... at least not in any meaningful way." I was crying again. I couldn't help it. I didn't understand how Morgan could be so driven, so energetically alive. She never stopped. She rarely even paused. I was also angry that she had cut me off just to see how I would react. "Fuck you, bitch!" I threw my tote bag at her as hard as I could, but she swiftly intercepted it in midair with one hand, and sent it flying back at me unexpectedly, knocking me off my feet and into a pile of swimming pool flotation noodles. I looked ridiculous, and she started laughing. I began to fume. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to go home and bury my head under a pillow and cry for hours. "I'm going to say this once and once only," she retorted. "You have seven fucking weeks to get to your goal. I know you can do it, but you need to know that also. I should be able to quit my job tonight and not feel guilty that you might not achieve that finish line, which is more of a starting line to a new life. But right now I feel if I dissappeared, you would be chucking down cookies-and-cream within hours. I need to do some shopping for supplies. If I come back and you haven't shown me what you are worth to yourself and others, don't bother walking through that door tomorrow. I'll tell the desk to mail you your membership refund." She spun around and walked out the door, leaving me strewn across a pile of pool noodles. I threw my head back and thought for a few moments. That was the first time I had ever seen Morgan angry, truly angry. I felt it deeply and shamefully. I was also given a sample of a strength of mind and body that I hadn't expected. She effortlessly laid me out with a single thrust of a tote bag. I rose and walked out of her office into the hallway. She was nowhere to be seen. I walked toward the door. I guess I wasn't up to the task. I just wanted to go home and cook dinner for my family, something with meat and fat, and sugar for dessert. All would be ok. My husband loved me, and I did look pretty trimmed down, though not quite what I had originally aimed for. I stepped out the door and into the midday sun of an early May morning. I could hear the birds singing and the trees were bursting into that youthful yellowish green foliage that was unmistakably Spring. I breathed in the fresh air. The earth upon which I tread was old, billions of years in fact. Yet every spring it came alive as fresh and young as could be. I took my keys out to open the car door. I looked back to bid the YMCA a final goodbye, but couldn't bring myself to it. If earth could be reborn after a billion winters, could I not do the same? I chucked the keys back into the tote and walked back into the Y. I felt stronger and more determined than ever. Morgan may have the strength of a football running back, but she would never lay me out on a pile of pool noodles again... if I could prevent it... and I would. I changed into my swimsuit (not the thong, but the old one piece) and climbed into the pool. I drifted, floating, out into the water, suspended in its bouyant bosom, and thinking of the task before me. I had come too far to throw it all away. I rolled over into the water onto my right side, side-stroking from one side of the pool to the other, then on my left side, swimming back. That was my warm up. Soon I was reaching with a powerful invigorating crawl from one end to the other. I felt my strength returning. Not only in my arms and torso, but in my will and determination. As much as I depended on Morgan for everything, she made me realize that it would all be for naught once we had parted ways. I had to depend on myself... myself alone, floating in a vast confluence of turbulent waters. I forged a path through that turbulence, owning it, bending it and my body to my will. From the pool I went to the weights, giving myself over to the mesmerizing series of repetitions designed to firm up all the places I had let grow lax over the years. I began to truly exercise because my body craved and wanted it, not because a trainer was endlessly prodding me toward an unobtainable goal. I knew, at that moment, that there was no longer a question of not achieving that far off goal of a few weeks past. The goal was in my sight, in my mind, in my spirit, in my muscle and sinew. I drank in the strain to my physique like a toper drinking in his besottedness. A hot jacuzzi, yoga, zumba, and another round of weights left me exhausted and covered with sweat. It was soon closing time, and still no sight of Morgan, although I felt her presence through it all. Finally, just moments before closing, I met her in the hallway as I walked toward the showers. She motioned me into her office. "You've done well, grasshopper," she spoke in a feigned Chinese accent. I folded my hands and gave her a mock bow. I was still slightly out of breath and sweating profusely. As I rose from my bow, a trickle of sweat traced a path between my buttocks and down to my asshole. I shivered and tightened my butt cheeks. Morgan smiled, as though she knew exactly what had just happened. "I need to talk to you about something important before we continue toward our goal," she opened. I appreciated the way she made my 'my' goal 'our' goal. "Am I not progressing as well as I should?" I countered. I felt guilty about the weakness I exhibited that morning. "No, Mary, you are progressing extraordinarily well. This is about something you said to me when we first met. It had to do with you offering your ass to your husband if it came to that. Is that not correct?" I had to admit that yes, I had said that, but not thinking it was that serious a thing to contemplate. "I have to ask you once again... do you trust me, Mary? I mean REALLY trust me?" "Of course I do, Morgan. How could you ask such a question after all the work of the last six weeks?" "I have to ask," she responded thoughtfully, "because the nature of everything is going to change in ways, that only absolute trust will achieve the ends you desire." "Morgan," I stared unblinking into her eyes, "I'm yours to mold as you will. I trust you more sometimes than I trust myself." She stared back, unblinking for a few long seconds, then stood. "Ok. Follow me." We walked back out into the echoing hallway. The place had closed and everything seemed empty and cavernous. I followed Morgan to the yoga room. It was dimly lit with a few safety lights that were meant to burn through the night. They cast a grey, eerie glow. We sat down on two yoga mats facing each other. She reviewed the chakra lessons and had me meditate inwardly, to my being's core. The sweat had dried, but I still had that left over oily feel. Suddenly all was quiet and I felt her eyes burning into me. "Mary," she almost whispered, " let us, for just a moment, relocate our core." She spoke very softly and soothingly, almost hypnotically. I decided to do whatever she asked, regardless of my personal feelings or inhibitions, and, as if she had understood that decision, she spoke. "Stand up and undress, and don't make me ask you to remove those fucking cotton panties." I stood and pulled off my t-shirt and sports bra, my shoes and socks, and finally, my shorts and panties. They were all sweat-soaked, and the A/C immediately gave me goose bumps and hardened my nipples. There were a few yoga mats stacked up by a mirror. She gently led me over to it by gently enfolding one of my buttocks in her hand with a finger sinking between my cheeks and almost touching the borders of the puckered rosette of my asshole. My body quivered to the thrill it gave me, and my vaginal flow could not be damned as it trickled down, and filled, my entire pussy gap. "Now, Mary," she murmured in a mesmerizing mellifluous flow of words, "bend over, feet apart, and place your hands on the mats in front of you, close your eyes, and relocate your core to the tiny pucker of your anus. Picture it as beautiful, desirous, the navel of all your wantonness." As she was reciting her unusual mantra, she drew her face and lips close to the object in question. I wanted her to think it was beautiful. I wanted her to think it was desirous. I wished her to be drawn to its blatant and undeniable wantonness. Her intake of breath would leave a cold impression that made the pucker tighten, while each warm exhalation, combined with words that concentrated my attention to it, caused it to loosen and relax. "Very good, Mary," she said encouragingly. "Next, push your pucker outward. Then relax... again... relax... beautiful!" Her voice was so gentle and reassuring, the fact that I was exposing my asshole, and following her rather bizarre instructions, seemed so natural. I have never trusted anyone so completely as Morgan. Not even Micah, but then, this was all being done for Micah. Or was it? Sometimes I began to think that I owed this to myself. He could take it or leave it. And Morgan... she seemed to always intrude into any thoughts I had that were sexual. "Ah! So sweet. So desirous," she whispered softly into the dim atmosphere surrounding our exercise. Suddenly, as I was pushing outward, I felt her finger press against my desirous hole. When I relaxed, the finger seemed to slide in effortlessly, with no pain or discomfort whatsoever. It was a new feeling for me. I had always heard that even the smallest intrusions were somewhat discomforting, yet here I was feeling nothing unpleasurable. In fact, I was enjoying it. She stood up behind me and drew me upright, with her finger filling my butt. I could feel her perfect breasts pressed against my naked back. She had pulled her swimsuit down to her waist and her nipples were warm and erect. I felt her trembling breath against the back of my ear. "Tomorrow," she spoke in an almost inaudible breathless whisper. I felt her finger slip slowly from my anus. I stood there, not wanting to look over my shoulder. Her footsteps receded from me, down the hall, and into her office. I caught up my belongings and scurried, naked, down the hall after her. By the time I had reached her room, she was pulling a few items off her cluttered shelves, tossing them across her desk for me to retrieve. I picked up a bubble pack with two laxative pills. "Take one tonight and one tomorrow morning. Oh yes, and get a book of crosswords or sudokus to work on while sitting on the toilet. You're gonna be there a lot. Tomorrow about noon take this mixed into some Gatorade." She tossed me a powdered packet of some powerful purging substance. "This is your lunch tomorrow. After that, only clear liquids. Show up here about half an hour to closing. We'll do some stretches in the yoga room until everyone has left." "Who'll be joining us?" I asked. "No one," she replied. "But..." "Mary?" she interrupted. "Yes?" "Trust me." This was what I always referred to as a crunch time, a focal point in ones life that any decision one makes will send that life spinning onto paths unpredictable, or fulfill your greatest desires. The sun rose to find me shitting my guts out, which continued through the day, especially when I downed the powder. By the time I arrived at the Y, I felt amazingly light and empty. I was reticent, wondering what Morgan had planned for me, but nothing would turn me from my goal. I had struggled far too hard. She met me at the door, her beautiful dark hair cascading over breasts that one could not help but admire. Today she was wearing a short t-shirt, exposing a firm, but not overly muscular, stomach that I wished I could someday attain to. Her signature low-riding sweatpants billowed out from the lower part of her hips, leaving her abdomen fully exposed down to the point where her pubic hairs were slightly revealing themselves. We went to the yoga room, where we stretched together until everyone had left. Some of the stretches were aided by her ever gentle and knowing hands. I had certainly become more limber in the past few weeks. Morgan often joked that men liked their girls limber and wet. The 'wet' part I had down, what Morgan referred to as my fucking faucet left nothing to be desired. I had inadvertantly stiffened through the years since high school, and it took a lot of work to restore my former stretchiness. I worked up a sweat in the yoga room. Morgan suggested I shower. I walked into the small shower room equipped with four heads, and turned on the water as hot as I could stand. My nervousness and reticence dissolved in the steamy stream of pulsing flow. Morgan said she'd join me shortly, which I found a bit odd. She had her own private shower in the bathroom connected to her office, and I had never known her to use the public shower. I closed my eyes and let the relaxing, penetrating warmth of the water caress and soothe me. Thoughts began to surface in my brain. I had never seen Morgan fully nude. It made my pussy tingle to think of it. But why? I had never been attracted to women before. Why did this particular woman have such an effect on me. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" Morgan's soft voice broke my contemplative reverie. With eyes still closed, I answered, "No, not for years actually." "Open your eyes, Mary." I opened my eyes to the stunning beauty before me, but gasped as I stepped out of the streaming flow and against the tiled wall. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" I was at a loss to retrieve any other words from my vocabulary. Standing before me was a goddess of goddesses, possessing a curvature and natural beauty that was simply phenomenal. But at the epicenter of all that was truly defining in a woman, nestled amongst the pubic hairs, dark and lustrously curled, hung a penis of such proportion, that even limp, engendered visions of surpassing virility and massive proportion. I found myself with eyes dilated and mind racing, gasping for breath at the site before me. I felt betrayed by the very person I had placed such trust in. Not only that, I felt threatened. She was, or was it a he, my mind sank into a state of confusion... she, he, was far stronger than me, and I felt cornered. I clambered across the shower room to my personal belongings, pulling out my phone. A concerned look crossed Morgan's face. Was I calling the police? She began to say something, almost in a panic, but I put my finger to my lips, giving her a stern look. She stood on the opposite side of the room, shutting her eyes to the situation she had engendered, waiting to hear her fate. The phone rang once... twice, and the other line picked up. "Honey," I tendered, "pick up the kids from practice and y'all go out to eat. I'll be late at the Y tonight." I flipped the phone shut with an audible click, and looked at Morgan. "You should have told me," was all I could say. "It was too much of a risk," she retorted. "That's putting it mildly," I countered. "That's not what I meant. Let me explain. I was afraid if you knew, I wouldn't be allowed to touch you and encourage you to do the things you needed to do to accomplish your goals. You deserve to reach out and grasp the beauty that is inside you, and show to the shallow world that you can bring that beauty to the surface and do all that a woman of your talent deserves to do." I stood, transfixed in silent contemplation. She grew more and more fidgety. "I'm sorry," she muttered with eyes downcast. "I'm so sorry. I'll go, but I want you to know that you can achieve your goals with or without my help. You know what do. Just remember I have faith in you, that you can make your dreams come true. It takes tremendous force of will. I know that more than most, as I am trying to be the person I've always aspired to be. I obviously have a long way to go, but someday I will stand before a mirror naked, and see my own reflection." She, for I had come to the conclusion she was truly a woman, turned her back to me and began to vacate the shower room. "Stop!" I broke my silence. I slowly walked up behind her. She was several inches taller than me and my stomach nestled against her ass. I stood on my toes and whispered into her ear. "I trust you, Morgan... Completely!" I turned the spigot of the shower, casting us into a silence interrupted only by the odd, occasional drip. We walked back toward the yoga room, stark naked through the cavernous halls. Her penis swung with the rhythm of her feminine, swaying hips. It, like the rest of her, was a thing of beauty. On the way, she retrieved a small bag from her office. In the yoga room we sat on the mats facing each other. Nothing was hidden, nothing threatened. We were communicating in a deep and trusting language, a language in which hormones, pheromones, desires, and a sense that everything was as it should be, was the only language that was necessary. The Threesome Chronicles Ch. 05: Mary Evans She pulled from her bag a bulb syringe and a bottle of olive oil... extra virgin! I couldn't stifle a smile at the irony. As she filled the syringe, her penis began to grow and harden, until it was pulsing with anticipation. I turned over on the mat and raised my bottom up in the air before her. I pushed my pucker outward like we had practiced the previous night, and felt the syringe enter the opening. As I relaxed, I felt the oil fill my cavity. I breathed deeply, concentrating on relaxing, but finding it near impossible in my heightened state of expectation. I kept up my repetitive cycle of pushing and relaxing my anal entrance, until I felt the tip of her cock touch my opening. I let out a long silent sigh, and relaxed everything. It was a most incredible feeling. Her huge tool, bigger than my husband's, slipped into my butthole in its entirety. What I thought would be the most painful act a woman could perform, became the most erotic and filling thing I had ever known, effortless and non-painful... pleasant in fact. Slowly we settled into a rhythm, sexual and natural, of give and take, yin and yang, advancing and retreating in a dance eternal. I closed my eyes and nestled my cheek against the yoga mat as she began to drive the rhythm forward and harder against an inevitable climax of liquid consummation that filled my cavity to its maximum capacity, and then some. She pulled her cock from my ass and the cream it left behind drooled down my inner thighs. I reached with my hand between my legs and scooped it up on my fingertips, placing them to my lips and licking them clean. I smiled. She smiled. "Thank you," we both whispered. The Threesome Chronicles Ch. 06: Mary Evans TV Night A few weeks passed with a renewed effort to fit into the bikini I had chosen as my goal. Exercise, diet... more exercise. That was my life. I was beginning to wonder when I could convert my efforts to sexual advantage. Of course, Morgan and I had our occasional 'practice sessions' in which I added anal sex to my repertoire of sexual abilities. At home I paid particular attention to Micah's conversation, looking for any opening, any opportunity, to open up a sexual verbal exchange. Every opportunity that came available to peek inside his internet activity was also taken. Most of the videos he was watching at that time were 'mfm,' or 'male-female-male,' category. I thought of him sitting at his computer, thinking of another man fucking me in one end, while he was fucking me on the other. It was called 'spit roasting.' At dinnertime one night, after a very active day at the gym, we were sitting around the table when Micah started talking about the new guy in his company that he was partnered with to mentor. "Poor guy," he said. "His wife left him six months ago and he moved here from another state. He's very serious. I can't seem to get him to lighten up. Because of that, he doesn't seem to connect well with prospective clients. If he doesn't show improvement soon, we'll have to let him go." "What's his name?" I asked. "Walt." "Well then," I continued, "let's have him over for dinner and enough beer to loosen him up a bit and maybe play some cards, or just watch TV for awhile. We can call it our TV night and make it weekly for a while until he comes around." Things were quickly arranged, and Friday was set aside for TV night. I had been wearing sweats, sweaters, and other baggy clothes around the house, so that when Micah saw the new me for the first time, it would be to the greatest effect. I was thinking our first TV night with Walt might be a good time to show myself off. On the weekend before, the girls and I went on a small shopping spree for a new wardrobe to fit onto my new, much reduced, body. It was odd buying clothes so small. I'm happy I had the girls to advise me on the latest fashions. One of my most daring choices was a short skirt so small, that practically ANY movement caused me to flash anyone in sight. Brynn and Jules couldn't stop laughing after a male customer wolf whistled across the store. They insisted I buy it, whether I ever wore it or not. Later, while Jules was on the other side of the store, Brynn pulled me into a dressing room. She quickly hiked up her skirt and pulled off a thong that passed itself off as underwear. Then she hiked up my skirt and pulled down my white cotton panties. She slapped her thong into my hand and slipped her sexy bottom into my panties. "This is my gift to you, Mrs. Evans. Jules will be sleeping over at my house this Friday. She and I will be thinking of you. Good luck!" With only two days left, I had a long talk with Morgan. I had changed so much I barely recognized myself. I modeled the short skirt, asking what she thought. "It doesn't really matter what I think now, does it?" I looked down at my feet. Actually, it DID matter what she thought. I had grown very close to Morgan, and I wanted her approval. I needed confirmation for what I was contemplating. I needed a confidant to support me no matter what the outcome. She rose from her chair and walked around the desk to where I was seated. She took my head in her hands and pressed it against her breasts. "You have worked hard, Mary, and you are almost there. You have obliterated the confines you once thought a natural condition of motherhood and age. Look at you! You are awesome. You are delicious. You don't need a short skirt to get laid. On the other hand, it will certainly make your husband's friend aware of your intentions." "Thank you, Morgan, for everything. I..." I wanted so much to tell her how I felt, but the words were involuntarily blocking themselves. "It's ok, Mary, it's ok. Make your first TV night one to remember. I'll be here on Saturday morning. I'll see you then, if Micah let's you out of his sight." She pulled me up to a standing position. Our breathing mixed in the small space that separated us. She gave me a soft, loving kiss. I didn't want it to end. She walked me to my car. As I drove away, I saw her throw me a kiss and I read upon those lips I had just kissed, the words 'Good Luck!' Walt brought over two six packs of beer for TV night, and we settled down on the couch to watch whatever came up, which wasn't much. I noticed him glancing my way when he thought I wasn't looking, trying to get peeks up my short skirt at the contents just within the hemline. I purposely bent over here and there just to help his imagination take flight. Poor guy. I knew he must have been jerking off the past few months, and seeing a woman's ass in the flesh had to be quite a sight to behold. I was shameless really. On top of all this, I knew Micah had secret desires also. He too was not only looking up my skirt, but obviously thinking of the possibilities presenting themselves, possibilities that he had so often jacked off to in the many videos he had downloaded onto his secret laptop stash. If I was correct, this would not only be an immensely satisfying night for myself, but for Micah and Walt too. I was nervous. The laxatives and powder from earlier in the day had cleaned me out and left me feeling quite empty, and the three beers I had already consumed left me feeling loose and a little bored by the slow pace of the action on the TV. My bladder was busting to let go, but I held it in, anticipating the squirting orgasm I wouldn't be able to avoid.. My whole body was tingling and ready for anything. I rose and bent over to pick up a pile of DVD's on the floor by the TV, exposing myself to both of them without reservation or embarrassment. I had copied Micah's favorite spit roast videos onto a DVD and put them into the player. I walked back to the couch in an excited state, my nipples standing at attention under the thin t-shirt fabric. And I wasn't the only one getting excited. Micah's dick popped up as soon as he recognized the video, and Walt's cock wasn't far behind. "Interesting choice of videos," Micah exclaimed. "Where did you find it?" "It was in a bin at Walmart" I joked. "I thought it was an outdoor barbecue how-to video and bought it, only to find a rather surprising side of meat being spit roasted. Do you like it?" Micah just sat there, knowing he'd been had. His cock was straining inside his jeans. I looked over at Walt, whose eyes were fastened to the action on the TV screen. "How about you, Walt, do you like it?" "Oh yes," was all he could say, "very much." It was time, I knew, for action to take the place of words. I slid from the couch into a kneeling position in front of my husband, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down and completely off. I looked over at Walt. "Do you mind?" I asked him. Walt nodded his approval and I began to give a blowjob to Micah. He seemed to be torn between watching the video, which was certainly erotic and hardcore, or watching me deepthroat my husband's ever-increasing cock. When I finally brought Micah's pecker to its full eight inches, I gave the tip of it a kiss, then gave Walt the most endearing smile in my arsenal. I gazed down at the sizable, meaty lump in his pants. I reached across to his crotch and softly caressed it with my hand. I looked at Micah. "Do you mind?" I asked him. Micah gave me a look as he had not given me in years. A door that had closed long ago seemed to creak open with that look, and pouring in through that opening was a bright light of a new and passionate love. He answered my question with a wink of his eye. I sidled on my knees over to Walt and unzipped his fly, pulling his pants down and off just as I had done Micah's. The thoughts in my mind were beyond erotic. Here I was, facing two men with their pants off, sitting on my living room couch watching porn, and both their dicks were standing straight up and ready to do my bidding. I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming, for these were the fantasies that dreams are made of. I opened my mouth wide to enfold the head of Walt's cock. It's girth was unbelievable. Micah was ravenously relishing the moment. I guess I had grown used to Micah's cock, his balls, his pheromonal scent. Here was a cock, balls, and scent strange and new, ready to be explored, ready to be enjoyed. I felt it a first, luring me into unknown sins forbidden. My whole body quivered as I tentatively kissed the eye of his straining member, already wet with the delicious taste of his pre-cum. Fitting it into my rather small mouth was somewhat akin to biting into a huge oversized Polish sausage on a roll sold at state fairgrounds. I started at the eye, licking around it to lubricate its passage into my mouth. Walt's cock was phenomenally circumferential, and phenomenally strong. It is, after all, a muscle, and his bucked so wildly, I had to use two hands to hold it steady. Then ever so slowly, I let my lips stretch around it as he eased it in. Oh my God! I was turned on by the entire process. Brynn's thong, such as it was, was soaked by the wet cream oozing from my cunt. My husband was so turned on by what he was seeing, that he began to stroke his already stiffened cock, for I knew these were the fantasies his dreams were made of also. My lips, tight and wet around Walt's cock, were as much there to please Walt, as they were to please Micah, but when it came down to the final game, I think it was I who would stand to be the most pleased. I crawled on all fours back over to Micah. The young wife in the video was moaning loudly as her husband and friend were 'spit roasting' her, she sucking her man's dick while his friend was violently fucking her pussy from behind. I started sucking my husband's cock, slurping and moaning myself, just like the female in the video. My bottom was sticking out temptingly into the middle of the living room, an invitation to any comers. Creamy juices were overflowing the tiny thong's crotch covering, and running down my inner thighs. A pungent aroma was unmistakable. My pussy was crying to be filled with a man's meat. "You don't have to ask," my husband's hoarse guttural voice interrupted my slurping and moaning. "My house is your house... my fucking partner is..." There was no need to finish the sentence. By then, everyone there knew the game. I had orchestrated the night perfectly. Nothing was left to do but let nature take its course. I saw, from the corner of my eye, Walt rise from the sofa. His massive sausage defying gravity as it protruded from his groin, stiff and erect. I withdrew from sucking Micah's cock, leaving it smothered with slick mucousy saliva from my throat. Walt knelt on the carpet behind me. I could feel his hands caress the tight muscular ass I had worked so hard to perfect. I could feel his fingers delicately pulling the hip strings of the thong, the only obstruction left between us. The thong fell like a wet, lacy feather to the floor, having served its purpose. Moments later, I felt his tool kissing the lips of my vagina. Simultaneously, I was kissing the tip of Micah's cock. It was one of those moments of no return, awaiting an experience that was a forever-changing event in the realm of life. In a perfect moment of sexual synchronicity, both cocks plunged into their separate orifices, filling me with previously undiscovered and wanton delight. So many women have dreamed of such a thing, abandoning their fantasy to propriety or a false sense of virtue, but I was living my dream to the fullest. No one was hindering me... and I was loving it. Soon the unmitigated fucking was fast and furious. I was not holding back, but on the other hand I did not want to cum before the two gorgeously hung men filling my mouth and pussy. Besides, I had another hole to please. Whereas Walt wasn't as long as Morgan, he would certainly stretch my pucker to its maximum capacity to endure. I plunged forward, intentionally allowing Walt's dick to fall from my cunt, covered in white pussy cream. Simultaneously, I released Micah, swinging my head over my shoulder to look at Walt, sending a streamer of saliva across my back. "My ass!" I shouted. "Stick that mother fucking meat pole up my butthole!" I was beyond pain, beyond fucking morals, beyond the ability to stop the inexorable yearnings of two horny men at their finest and most powerful heights of ability to please a horny fucking woman willing to give her all for their fucking pleasure. This is what I was born for, the reason I was a woman! There should be a time in every woman's life when primeval forces take over and all else becomes a pale veneer of prudish and unimportant considerations better left to fairy tales and church gatherings. This was real. This was visceral. The time for me was now, as Walt's rather endowed penis entered my asshole, stretching my pucker beyond what I thought its capacity to stretch. "Shit!" I screamed out loud, giving both my partners a concerned look. "Does it hurt too much?" Walt asked. "Should I pull it back out?" "Yes, and hell no!" I answered both his questions. "Fuck me harder, Walt. Show my husband how much his wife loves to be a fucking spit roast." With those few well-chosen words, my two fucking machines high-fived each other over my back and began pistoning my butt and mouth at the same time, while I used one hand to balance and the other to furiously rub my clit as my cunt juices covered my fingers and hand. Suddenly the whole room seemed to get hotter, and sweat, full of musky pheromones, flowed freely down our torsos, arms, and thighs. Thus soaked in our pummeling perspiration, breathing hard and even gasping in the throes of our uninhibited lovemaking, we all knew that orgasms were but moments away. Then, as if by some unspoken agreement, our moans took on a new urgency, gathering momentum towards the inevitable climax that such intense fucking could not hinder. The first to explode was Micah, deep in my throat, his eight inches shooting his sperm past my esophagus and deep into my tract. I felt it flow like warm, hot cream into my chest. After several explosive thrusts, he pulled his dick from my mouth, sending his last remaining streams of cum into my hair and across my back and bum. Micah fell backward onto the couch, exhausted, but with a hard on that refused to diminish thanks to the show presented to him of Walt buttfucking my ass. I lapped up the last remaining creamy dribbles that had run down his shaft and onto his delicious hairy balls. The ejaculate across my back and buttocks mixed with the profuse sweat and heat given off by all who were fucking, and began to run down the crack in my ass, mixing with my pussy cream, which served as the lubricant up my butthole, and Walt's copious pre-cum, which, thank God, provided the extra lubricant needed to make his assfucking me possible. The sight of it all was too much for him to handle. His moans grew louder as he neared his orgasm until he could hold back no longer. "Oh God!" he shouted. "I'm cumming!" I thrust myself backward, making sure that he buried his plump sausage up my ass as far as humanly possible. He let out a primal scream as his well hung balls contracted, then fucking erupted into my rectum. I felt his hot stream repeatedly blasting inside of me. It would have overflowed and run down my legs, mixing with my pussy cream, but my poophole was stretched so fucking tightly around his gigantic girth, that none could escape, so I moaned in ecstasy as he gave me a high colonic enema of thick hot sperm. His orgasm lasted longer than any I have ever known. Time stood still as blast after blast expanded the walls of my asshole. Finally, quite shaken, he began to breathe again, staggering backwards on his knees. I heard a loud suctional 'pop' as he withdrew his dick from my butt, followed instantly by a flow of sperm that puddled beneath me on the floor. Walt plopped himself back down on the sofa and joined my husband in watching the show I was still putting on before them, for I had turned over on my back and laid myself down in the rather sizable pool of jizz with my legs stretched out to both sides. I was still furiously rubbing my cunt, practically bruising my clit with the pounding I was administering, all the while building to an incredible orgasm of orgasms. If I had known beforehand what my orgasm would involve, I may have shied away from it. Nothing I had previously experienced could compare to it. The total fucking I had received from two men in my mouth, my pussy, and my butt, had raised my body temperature, my heartrate, and my threshold of sensory response so astronomically high, that when it hit me, it hit like a fucking steamroller, contracting all my organs under such pressure, that I exploded. Like a fire hose, my pussy sprayed a soaking sheet of water through the air, drenching Micah, Walt, sofa, and walls. It was an absolute mess. I was not expecting anything like that to happen, and it surprised me as well as the boys. I heard Micah shout 'Awesome!' before I began to realize my orgasm was just beginning. My whole frame began to shake and tremble as though I was possessed by a demon. And I was... just not the demon that most people imagine, but a powerful and pleasurable entity that took over and shook me to the core. I began thrashing helplessly about the floor, unable to control myself, with only the whites of my eyes visible. Micah told me later that he and Walt had to hold me to the floor so I wouldn't hurt myself as my orgasms passed through me, wave upon fucking wave. I don't know how long I was held in the arms of my orgasmic demon, but I wished that it would never stop. I had passed through many portals in my life, but cumming as I did that night marked a height that I doubt I could obtain again... a veritable Everest of sexual consummation. I lost track of time in my limbo of trembling withdrawal. Far in the distance I heard Micah's voice bidding farewell to Walt, thanking him, on my behalf, for a wonderful night. The door closed and all was quiet. I was still motionless on the living room floor, my heartbeat still above normal, but my breathing had settled to a rasping, but steady rhythm. Micah softly approached and spoke in a soft and loving voice that I hadn't heard for a long time. "Are you ok, sweetheart?" he asked, his face only inches from mine as he sat down on the floor next to me. I was unable to move, but I looked into his eyes as though to assure him I was more than ok. He picked me up in his strong arms and walked into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed. I was a smorgasbord of sexual scents. I could still taste Micah's cum in my mouth, and Walt's sperm would periodically ooze out my ass, mixing with the already dried and caked cum on my bum and back from Micah's last efforts and Walt's puddle of jizz that I had earlier wallowed in most shamelessly. I was also covered by the aroma of my shower of cum water, which, along with my sweat, had dried and left an oily feel to my skin. But none of this mattered to Micah, who cuddled up behind me with one arm a pillow, and the other wrapped around me with a breast nestled warmly in one of his palms. I pushed my bottom tight against his semi-erect, hard penis that remained coddled in that position for the rest of the night. I was content and happy... and exhausted. The Threesome Chronicles Ch. 07: Mary Evans The Purple Cabana The summer was swift approaching. Jules had turned fifteen at the end of March, and Brynn was soon to turn eighteen shortly after her graduation. The third week of June arrived and we all made preparations for our summer escape to the coast. Sadly, we had to drop Jules off at the cheerleader camp, but she would soon be rejoining us in only three days. Her absence was mitigated by Brynn's presence. The drive to the beach was pleasant and delightful. Brynn and Jules issued a continuous stream of commentary and conversation. It seemed as though they never took a breath, but Micah and I took the opportunity to quietly hold hands and think about the recent past, and present revival of our sex lives. We dropped Jules off at the camp on the way and headed to the beach. The car seemed quieter without her because Brynn sank into a thoughtful reverie, at the most tapping her feet to the more lively tunes on the radio. I tried to remember thoughts that ran through my mind when I was her age, blushing at some of the things I recalled. Ever so often our eyes met and we exchanged rather meaningless smiles. I felt sorry for her, realizing she probably felt she was a crowding third member in the present company, especially as she was privy to our newfound sexual awakening. Sometimes I wish I had Morgan's spontaneity and flair. She would have had us singing songs or playing some word game. I breathed an audible sigh. Micah asked me what was wrong, but I just gave an 'Oh, nothing' shrug of my shoulders, and returned to staring out the windows, watching the wooded roadside become scrubby, then sandy. The smell of the ocean was soon wafting into the car through the A/C. My thoughts strangely kept returning to Morgan. I felt a hot flash as I thought, blushing, of a threesome between Micah, Morgan, and myself, although I realized the complications involved, especially with Micah. Would he think of her as a girl with a dick, as I did? Or would he think of her as some freaky guy with boobs? If so, would he be hands off, her man parts challenging his sense of homosexuality? And where would I end up in the grand scheme of things? Would she be all woman, sucking up to Micah, as is her ultimate natural tendency, or would she use her transexual 'gifts' to provide for us both equally? There were so many ifs, ands, and butts, to make any thought of a threesome a risky business indeed. However, the crotch of my cotton panties, which Morgan always made so much fun of, were moistened by my thoughts by the time we reached the flourescent purple cabana just a block from the beach. We drove up to the cabana, which was a duplex, and you can imagine my surprise when we pulled into the parking space and saw Morgan sitting on the other porch in her swimsuit and loose trousers combination. I spun around to look at Brynn and perhaps elicit an explanation, but she looked down with a slight grin. "Oh my God!" issued Micah's voice from the driver's seat. "Honey, I swore I'd have eyes for none but you this trip, but..." I heard a light snort in the back seat. Brynn couldn't contain herself. She jumped out of the car, making a beeline toward Morgan and gave her a big hug. Micah looked on, wondering what the hell was going on. "I'll explain later," I told him, and we stepped out of the car to make introductions. "Purple?" Morgan rhetorically blurted out. "Cotton panties are one thing, girl, but PURPLE? I would much rather have chosen the pink one across the street." I was blushing, but also smiling. Morgan was infectious in her pink swimsuit. "Micah," I began, "this is Morgan, my personal trainer and friend." Morgan eyed Micah from head to toe, taking in everything at a glance. "Soooooo! This is the cock of the walk that Mary has told me so much about." Her words were subtle, but to the point, as she purposely laid a bit more emphasis on the C-word in the sentence. Micah extended his hand to shake hers, adopting an air of non-chalance for my sake, but Morgan would have no such formalities. She stepped off the porch and gave him a tight, melting hug, laying a quick kiss on his cheek. I rolled my eyes. Brynn walked quickly back to the car to get her bag, stifling her laughter all the way. We unloaded our things and put them in the cabana. Brynn asked if she could go over and visit with Morgan and I nodded. With her back to Micah, she winked at me as she headed toward the door. I sometimes wondered what kind of relationship the two of them had. Sexual? Platonic? Hetero? Lesbian? Suddenly my mind was muddled in a cacophony of sorts. "You know you don't have to restrict your ogling to me, don't you? I don't mind if you look at other women. In fact, it kind of turns me on. I just ask one favor." "And what would that be?" he asked. "That you tell me your thoughts exactly, no matter how graphic or perverted, and not censor or gloss anything over. Can you do that?" "Sure," he replied with a voice that reeked of unsurety. I looked at him straight on and raised an eyebrow. "That didn't sound very convincing," I countered. "Come now, make me believe you." "Well," he replied, "it's just that I think some very perverted, fucked up thoughts sometimes." "I'll be the judge of that," I retorted. "Just don't hold back." "Deal!" he exclaimed as he held out a hand to shake on it. I took his hand and sandwiched it between my legs against my pussy and kissed him deeply and passionately for minutes on end. He could actually feel my crotch moisten through my pants, and it was answered by an erection straining to break free from its confines. Minutes later we were naked on the floor, fucking each other no holds barred. "Can I stick it up your ass?" he asked, flushed red from his exertion. Oddly enough, Micah was to be my third anal fuck, Morgan and Walt being my first and second. "Now THAT'S not holding back," I cheered him on, presenting him a tight pink pucker of a poophole, craving attention. Soon he was buried deep in my butt, anal-izing me, fucking me. Ah! the sweet sin of sodomy! I had come to desire it more and more, realizing that it was probably Micah's first time. "Don't be afraid," I told him. "You can't hurt me." He took me for my word and began thrusting his hardened tool fast and furious, penetrating deep into my ass. This was the first time I had taken a cock without flushing out my intestines, and I felt extra full with him and the accumulated crap that intestines hold. He was mercilessly pounding me as I reached over to the couch where I had thrown my bag of toiletries, and pulled out my dildo. I needed something up my empty, wet, creamy cunt. I crammed the rather large fucking toy up my vagina, manipulating it into a position that I found most pleasing. I pushed it forward so the balls end was flush with my clit, while the tip end was pressing against the back of my canal, so that every time he thrust his penis up my rectum it rubbed against the head of the dildo, sending periodic vibrations to my clit. It was overpowering as I was sent into a series of orgasms, Micah himself joining me on my fourth repetition. Needless to mention, our groans and cries of consummation were not insulated by the paper-thin walls dividing the cabana. Morgan and Brynn undoubtedly were privy to the quickie in its salacious entirety, but I didn't care. Propriety was becoming more and more the least of my priorities. I was thin, I was healthy, I was muscular, and my newfound fucking talents were going to be employed to the fullest. After my fourth and final orgasm I fell to the floor, unable to support the anal doggie fuck from behind. Micah descended with me, still wrapped in the walls of my asshole, and fell asleep, exhausted and spent. I didn't mind. I closed my eyes and let him snooze. I relished the feeling of fulness his cock engendered up my butt. Fifteen minutes passed in silence, the only sound being that issued by the slumberous exhalations of Micah, still piggy-backed in repose on top of me. Suddenly the door opened and Brynn entered. She pressed her index finger against her pursed lips and smiled as she tiptoed around us, taking in the site of our lovemaking, licking her lips in a semblance of wanton ecstasy at what she was observing before her. I smiled at her as she laid herself prone beside us. She slowly neared my face, and we gave each other a tender, heartfelt kiss on the lips. She rose and went into her room to change for dinner. Micah woke and rose about half an hour later. I showered and dressed for dinner. Micah showered after me, which gave me an opportunity to speak with Brynn. "How did you meet Morgan?" I inquired of her. "We met when I was still in middle school. I was thirteen and he was a senior in high school. We used to meet at Starbucks and talk for hours. My parents grew suspicious as I was too young, they thought, to be dating an eighteen year old boy, but, you know, love will always find a way." I smiled, for I realized how true her words were. "Did you...?" I didn't want to actually ask a discomforting question of one so young, but she saved me from having to. "No," she answered, "I'm still a cherry." "Why?" I asked, rather puzzled. "Isn't it obvious?" she responded. "He was not a 'He,' but a woman. He had known since he was a child, and as soon as he was eighteen and could decide for himself, he began to make the transformation. At first, I was unhappy, but when I realized how happy it made Morgan to look into a mirror and see the beautiful woman she had become, I could no longer be sad. We are still best friends and I hope to remain so." Just then, Micah came out of the bedroom, relaxed and grinning ear to ear. It was the first vacation in years that he had left his computer at home, and he was like a new man, vigorous and virile. I was so happy to see the transformation. It electrified me in ways I'm embarrassed to admit. "Let's invite Morgan to dine with us," I suggested to no objections, and knocked on her door. She answered, topless, with only a towel around her neck, covering her boobs. She was delighted to accept the invite and invited us in while she excused herself to dress for the repast. As she walked back to her bedroom, her hips swayed with an undulating swing that I wished I'd had in my backyard. Of course, this eye candy was not lost on Micah, whose eyes followed her naked back and hips, which were barely covered by a pair of plaid low-riding boxers. "Remember our deal, honey," I reminded Micah, who blushed at his own thoughts. I winked at Brynn, sharing our own private thoughts. "You have to admit," he began, sharing his fantasies as was agreed, "she's everything a woman should be, and then some." Brynn began an infectious giggle, which quickly spread to me, until we were uncontrollably laughing hard at the inside joke that we had to stop periodically to take a breath. Micah stared at us, dumbfounded and puzzled. "What the fuck has gotten into the two of you?" His futile question was answered by a continued, and equally futile to stop, laughter, which continued until Morgan walked out of her bedroom. We all sat, stunned into a sudden silence, upon seeing her dress. It was a sleek and close-fitting, cinnamon silk evening gown that flowed, no... cascaded down her body to her ankles. The front was low cut, exhibiting a delicious cleavage that many women would die for, and the back was open from the tie that connected her shoulders, to a tapering point that, were it an inch lower, would have revealed her equally delicious butt cleavage. At the point it tapered to was a pink heart. Micah was speechless. Indeed, we all were, and even though our eyes were ogling her in obvious sexual admiration, her self-confident personality prevented even the slightest blush. She could have just stepped off the cover of Cosmopolitan. I was having trouble believing that she could ever have been a male. Finally, Micah spoke. "Wow!" A few quiet seconds ensued before Morgan decided to respond. "Why, thank you, Micah. That's quite a compliment from a man married to such a beautiful, and might I say, understanding wife." She winked at me, actually bringing me to the blush. "So," I asked, "what's the occasion?" "Don't you know?" she countered, looking at Brynn and flashing her winning smile. "Today, a member of our company is becoming a full, and legal, member of the adult community. Indeed, Micah, you could even fuck her, providing she would allow it, without being thrown in jail." We all looked at Brynn. "It's your birthday!" I cried. "Why didn't you tell us?" "Oh, I didn't want to make a big deal out of it." "Well I plan to make a big deal out of it," Morgan chimed in. "I'm taking everyone out for the best seafood around." We took a liesurely evening walk down the boardwalk to Captain Dan's, Morgan turning heads along the way. Micah chose to let Brynn and Morgan walk ahead, his eyes fastened to her ass. "Penny for your thoughts?" I asked. "Although I am, self admittedly, a girl watcher, there are very few women I think I would rather fuck other than you. But Morgan's a different story. You asked me to be honest. I think, if given the chance, I would fuck her at the drop of a hat." "Oh, would you now?" I questioned again. "Would you fuck her up her butt, like you just did me?" "Of course!" he replied. "Who wouldn't. I believe most men in their right minds would give their eye teeth to fuck Morgan in any hole she offered. I know I would. But why would you ask?" "I think it might be her preferred method." I answered. "After all, she taught me how to take a man up my ass, and you see how delightful have been the results of that lesson." Micah fell into a thoughtful silence. I could only imagine the images grinding in his grey matter, images that were sightly askew in one area. It brought a smile to my face, and I had to strive not to laugh at the absurdities and complexities involved, but I wouldn't miss them for the world, if the chance presented itself. Morgan was obviously thinking along the same lines. She swayed her hips vauntingly and shamelessly, knowing that Micah's eyes were following her every nuance of movement. She seemed to be hypnotizing my husband. Most women would be jealous, but I found it fascinating, if not a bit erotic. She was seducing my husband, and I was loving every moment of it. This became absolutely evident when we got to the restaurant. After being shown to a booth, Morgan pushed Micah into the seat and shimmied in beside him, leaving him no avenue of escape. I sat across from him with Brynn sitting across from Morgan, who continued to shamelessly come on to my husband as if I wasn't there. She exuded a soft perfumed scent of vanilla and jasmine which seemed to grow stronger the more brazen she became. I realized the old trick. She had perfumed her private parts, giving off a stronger scent as she grew more excited. Of course, she also attended to us and especially to Brynn, for whom the supper was taking place. A cake was brought to the table, and all the wait staff and busboys sang a hearty round of Happy Birthday. I think they were more than happy to do so, as it gave them an opportunity to get closer to Morgan and cop a peek down her back or boobs, which she was not taking much care to hide. I decided to have a little fun also. I slipped off my shoes and began running my foot up and down Micah's calf, dividing his attention between the two of us. Once, I ran my foot up past his knee, tickling his thigh, and, with toes wiggling, approached what I was sure to be a tumescent cock, but my toes alighted instead on Morgan's hand. It was then I began to notice other telltale aspects of Morgan's grand design. While we were all feasting on lobster and crab, she said she had an upset stomach and ate some broth they concocted in the kitchen. When we were partaking of cake she begged off, saying she was happy to celebrate with some dessert wine... two glasses in fact. It all made sense. She had flushed herself out, and she was intending to have anal sex that night, and my husband, if I went along with it, was to bear the cock that would do the deed. After all, it was his cock she was caressing at the same moment my foot met her hand. It was one of those crunch times. My reaction would cause a series of events to unfold in either of two directions. But when it came down to the final outcome, it became clear to me it was matter of trust. In other words, would Micah always place me first in his heart, his dalliances subject to my approval? That would mean that whoever either of us decided to pursue, the paradigm would always be the two of us active as open partners in the seduction of the third party. I signalled my compliance in the under-the-table tableaux before me with a nod and a smile, eliciting another round of wine, which I mixed surrepticiously into Brynn's tea. I was looking forward to my second threesome, giving Morgan a thumbs up over my wine. Sometimes the best thing to do in situations such as this is to surrender yourself to circumstance and let fate run its course... and have another glass of wine. We walked back to the cabana from dinner, I arm in arm with Brynn, who was slightly unsteady herself, and Morgan arm in arm with Micah, shamelessly disguising their periodic staggers to 'accidentally' grope and play. Once, he even slipped his hand down the back of her dress, squeezing her thong-clad ass. My crotch was once again on its way to becoming moist and warm. We practically fell through the bright purple portal of our cabana. Morgan careened toward, and fell on the couch, nearly dislodging one of her boobs from her low cut gown, which barely disguised her bra-less hard nipples beneath anyway. Micah was pulled down with her, settling comfortably close and intimate beside her. There was no disguising the torpid thoughts in their eyes. Brynn excused herself to go to the bathroom, and I sat down in an easy chair opposite the couch. I was a little nervous, for unlike my last threesome, I hadn't orchestrated this one to an inevitable conclusion. In fact, we were probably within moments of a possible explosive outcome, as soon as Micah discovered that Morgan had a dick, and a rather big one at that. I crossed my fingers and watched the event unfold before my eyes. Morgan started by nibbling his ears, eventually deep tonguing them until he shivered as his dick formed a hard lump in his trousers. From there her tongue travelled down his neck and chest, the way being prepared by a deft unbuttoning of his shirt, which she pulled from his shoulders and discarded onto the carpet. Micah then took charge and whispered something into her ear which made her giggle. He didn't think I could hear, but I made out the words 'fuck' and 'pussy.' The silk gown slid effortlessly from her shoulders as soon as he untied the cord behind her neck that held it up. It flowed like water down her torso and over her firm breasts and nipples, teasing out their already hardened stature. She caught it short of falling to the floor just below her navel, exhibiting a rare glimpse of her lower abdomen with a few pubic hairs straining to peek out the top. She was so fucking incredibly beautiful. My moistened pussy from the diner was now soaking my panties. Without taking my eyes from either of them, I slowly removed my dress, my bra, and my panties. The tension created by the expectations in the room were intense and on the edge. I assumed Morgan had a plan, but I couldn't fathom how she was going to introduce into the equation, a dick that was bigger than Micah's, the man, my husband, that she was intending to fuck. I noticed the folds of her silk gown, gathered around her ankles and held by one hand barely hiding her penis, were streaked with the moisture from her pre-cum, dripping from what I knew was her hardening cock, but assumed by Micah to be her excitement manifest in a flow of vaginal cream similar to mine. I noticed that she wasn't actually holding the gown with her hand, but holding her dick beneath the thin silky fabric. The Threesome Chronicles Ch. 07: Mary Evans Brynn returned from the bathroom and stood in the doorway at the entrance to the room. She was butt naked. I surveyed her thin, girlish, lithe form. I rose to offer her my chair. As we changed places, she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her body against mine. I felt my bush, shaven into the shape of a heart, rub against the wispy curls of her pubic mound. I couldn't help myself. I trembled at her touch, and vaginal juices flowed from my cunt and down my legs. She kissed me passionately and lovingly. All this, of course, was in complete view of my husband, whose cock was jerking up and down like an unbroken horse trying to buck its rider. Brynn and I simultaneously gave each others butts a tight squeeze and she sat down, with a dreamy look in her eyes, to become a cherry spectator to the events of the night. I found miself standing behind Morgan. I reached down and caressed her ass cheeks. She was trembling with a heightened sense of arousal. She spun around, giving Micah a full view of her exposed butt, motioning to me with her eyes to get her purse just out of reach. I retrieved it for her, gazing over her shoulders where Micah sat mesmerised, playing with his engorged cock - engorged by the sight of Morgan's perfect ass. Hidden from Micah's view, I pulled out a strap-on dildo, except there was no dildo, only the strap. I suddenly understood her ploy and flashed her a delightful grin. I slipped the strap onto her waist, passing her penis through the ring that would usually hold the dildo. So that was her plan. Micah would never even know that she had a real dick! It was ingenious. As soon as it was fastened, my husband began to jack off even more furiously, thinking the straps across her butt were holding what looked like a huge dildo. We drew each other into a tight hug, fondling each others asses. I repeatedly slapped the straps against her ass, which made Micah almost cum. Indeed, I was surprised he could keep it together while watching us caress and french kiss each other with mouths wide open and tongues deeply exploring. We finally separated ourselves and my legs seemed wobbly and unable to support me as I sank to the ground and offered myself to Morgan, my thighs covered with white vaginal cream as I opened them as far as I could possibly spread them apart to accept her absolutely straight and gorgeously hard cock. She slowly lowered herself onto me. I could feel her breasts with her pebbly firm nipples press against mine, which were equally excited and protruding. I was trembling on the edge of orgasm, and she had yet to enter me. I felt, with a heightened sense of tactile pleasure, her hard straight penis slip up the walls of my vagina, her cockhead kissing the entrance to my uterus. My cervix began to give way to the repeated pounding kisses it received. I was, quite frankly, only inches this side of heaven. I reached my hands to grasp her ass cheeks and spread them apart, placing in full exhibition, a pink rosette of a butthole that sent Micah over the edge. I began to massage her hole with pussy-cream laden fingers, lubricating it for my husband's entry. Within seconds his rock hard cock was pushing against her shit canal. She had the muscles and ability to restrict his entry. As hard as he was, he could not gain its interior, regardless of the fact that he was repeatedly jabbing at it like a madman. Finally she relaxed, pushing the muscles of her anus outward, and like a flower opening for the bee, she enfolded the head of his dick and practically sucked it in, aided by a mighty thrust on his part that buried his member in her ass right up to the balls. She looked into my eyes as she was penetrated by my husband's penis. Suddenly, the self-confident, unflappable, and perfectly poised Morgan gave way to a different person. Her eyes unfocused and she slowly closed them as she surrendered her self control to that of another... a man, as she once had been, maniacally pistoning in and out of her asshole, reducing her to an object of his lust and basest carnal desires. Yet this was exactly what she had intended when she first stepped off her porch to hug and kiss him. She had perfectly orchestrated it all, and was now choosing to be invaded by his raging, pulsing penis. She was in turn giving it to me, for whenever he plunged it inside of her, it drove her involuntarily deep inside of me. Every thrust expelled the air from my lungs along with repeated cries of 'fuck me!' I was soon being crushed to the point where I had no time to call out between thrusts, allowing me only enough time to desperately gasp for air before the next pounding thrust hit me like a battering ram to my womb. Micah had transformed into an animal, red-faced and mindlessly pounding his bitch like a dog in heat. Except his bitch was not me. I'd say she was the perfect thoroughbred of fucking bitches, but she was in fact a mixed breed of fucker and fucked. But then again, maybe Micah was fucking me in surragation through Morgan, whose prostate was being slammed and pummeled to a such a state of high arousal, that it felt like an iron rod pushing deep into my uterus, my cervix by this time dilated to admit its inevitable intrusion. The initial moaning and groaning of the assembled fucking company had evolved into a hot and heavy gasping and screaming free for all. We couldn't help ourselves, and we didn't give a fuck whether anyone outside the cabana heard. This was our fucking moment and we would live it to the fullest. Suddenly Brynn, our birthday girl, started shaking and groaning incoherently as she furiously slapped and tweaked her clitoris. "Oh shit! Shit! God damn mother fucking shit!" Her voice sounded far away, like a child angel from another realm, fallen into a world foreign to her innocence. Micah's grunts were echoing his pile-driving, pounding rhythm. Morgan was enrapt in a state of silent, dreamy nirvana as her body was being tossed like a discarded rag doll, crushed and driven into me, totally surrendering herself to the physical forces she had invited upon herself. I was being flattened to the carpet with every thrust, crying out in the exquisite pain that I wanted to last forever. "Oh fuck!" Brynn was screaming by now. "Oh fuck! Shit! I'm cumming soon!" I looked over at Brynn, wondering how I would have turned out had this been my first sexual experience. Her body was percolating electric, ready to fly into a billion atoms. Her hard nipples, near half an inch erect, were ascending from their beds of dark chocolate areolas. Her small boobs needed no encouragement or support. They stood firm sentinels to youth and virginity. I contemplated her virginity while I was having the air humped out of my chest. I realized I was beginning to dizzy myself from lack of oxygen. I kept staring at Brynn, but my sight began to spin awry. She was no more Brynn, but Jules, naked and young, learning from her mother and father those things which most children learn in their sneaking through the internet. I could see Jules'... no, Brynn's... oh shit! I couldn't tell... Jules' little clitty growing harder, protruding from her tiny hooded cunt, so young, so innocent... my Jules. I gasped in a quick lungful of oxygen, which cleared my brain enough to see Brynn pinching her swollen, erect clitoris. "Fuck!" she shouted like the cheerleader she was. "I'm cumming!" She pulled her clit toward her belly button, exposing her peehole to everyone's view, from which issued a long, thin stream of crystal clear cum piss. She was tossing herself from side to side, desperately trying, but failing, to control herself. The clear liquid fountain first splashed across Micah's back, then, just as he pulled his cock away from Morgan's ass, she sent the continuing stream across Morgan's beautiful buttcheeks, resulting in a playful splashing sound as he drove himself back up her rear. As Brynn then tossed herself back the other way, my face met full on, her virgin cascading cum of pure unadulterated girl-piss. I heard a hoarse guttural yell issue from my husband's throat, as he emptied his huge ball sacs of sperm into Morgan's waiting butt cavity. Simultaneously, Morgan screamed like a banshee out of hell, dispensing of all demeanor and self control. She shook violently and helplessly as she filled my uterus with her hot burning seed. My eyes glazed over. The last conscious memory I had of the total, mind-blowing fuck was losing all muscular control of my body, bucking wildly and flailing about, pissing myself, and passing out for lack of oxygen. I woke from my few moments of unconscious sexual bliss to see three worried faces hovering over me. Brynn was holding a cold wet cloth that she had used as much to cool the raging temperature in my temples as to wipe the soaking from her cum shower that she had accidentally directed into my face. I could still taste it when I licked my lips. It tasted of innocence and wonder. Morgan, a certified EMT, had done her best to make me comfortable and make sure I wasn't in trouble physically. Micah had held my hand with a look in his eyes that expressed his total love and affection for me. When I came to, there were tears in his eyes. He fell back against the couch and breathed a long sigh of grateful relief. The four of us, of course, possessed not one stitch of clothing, except for the anachronistic strap that Morgan had used to hide the fact that she was endowed with a tool a pornstar would envy. This was not lost on Micah, who took it all in stride. I looked at him, wondering why he was taking it so calmly. He saw the question in my eyes. "Morgan Abernathy," he offered, "All-state high school tight end, and they don't know how fucking true that is!" That brought a round of laughter, changing the mood in the room from one of worry to one of levity. Morgan squealed like any young girl would, lifted Micah to his feet, and planted a deep french kiss in his mouth. Their cocks, which were rather massive even unaroused, pressed against each other. Micah was not gay, but this was something different. Something that only those there at the moment could comprehend. The place was a complete mess. The four of us spent the next half hour cleaning the furniture and carpet of the various fluids and stains we had sprayed, ejaculated, and leaked throughout or sexual endeavors. Morgan was happy and ebullient, a confident and talented young woman of twenty-three, who had taught us many things. Brynn was the epitome of a young girl, flush and glowing from her first adult experience in a world she had a lifetime to explore. Micah could not stop grinning ear to ear, one moment staring at Brynn and her girlish attributes, the next moment absorbing the beautiful near-perfect body of Morgan, whom he had just anal-ized and filled with sperm, and finally our eyes would meet, his look of total, passionate, unassailable love assuring me that this was only the beginning of a new life together. None of us thought of what tomorrow may bring. Our thoughts were in the moment, in the afterglow of a passionate moment that defined all of us in the room. Brynn sauntered naked into her bedroom and closed her door after giving us all a kiss goodnight and thanking us for the most wonderful birthday she had ever known. Morgan picked up her gown, likewise exchanging kisses and embraces with Micah and myself. I led my husband to bed and we slept, glued together in an embrace that we found ourselves in upon waking the next morning. The Threesome Formula Most men dream of having a threesome once in their lives, somehow though I have managed to have several. It's not that hard to organize, it takes a lot of work and a little time but if you follow some simple rules it is quite doable. There is simple female psychology at play, and if you make that psychology work for you instead of against you then your dreams can come true. The first thing you need to do is find two women who are good friends. They don't have to be best friends but they have to be close enough to discuss their lives with each other. This isn't very hard, women are a lot more open than men and tend to have numerous friends with whom they discuss the details and problems of their lives. One of the first threesomes I enjoyed was with two house mates, Jan and Lucy. Jan and Lucy were a study in contrasts. Jan was the bold, brassy one. Big breasts, big hair and the brazen ability to get away with the most inappropriate comments. Lucy was your arcitype quiet girl. Dark hair, bob cut, a little petite and very serious. Despite their differences they seemed to feed off each other and enjoyed each others strengths. They'd shared house for a couple of years before I came along and on the back of a recommendation from a departing housemate they let me move in when I shifted into town for a new job. This brings us to the second step in my patented threesome process. You need to make friends with both women whilst cutting off any possibility of a romantic or sexual relationship. The trick I used with Jan and Lucy was simple but effectrive; I let them know from day one that I had a girlfriend back in my old town and that I was madly in love with her. I showed them pictures of me with Helen, I let them see me write her letters and I let them know when she called. Helen wasn't completely fiction, the photos were real, as were some of the phone calls, the letters however were totally bogus. Helen was a friend I'd dated back home but there was nothing serious between us. We were more fuck buddies than anything and although I never let her know the use to which I was putting her existence she probably would have approved if she'd know it was going to get me some double action. Making friends with Jan was easy. She was fairly gregarious and really a knock about sort of girl. We went out drinking a few times and the mere fact that I was hetro and not hitting on her was enough for her to like and trust me. Not that I wasn't tempted mind you. Jan liked to wear low cut tops and wasn't above playing the dumb blond if it would get her what she wanted, or a cheap laugh at least. Sometimes when she was flaunting her assets I'd jokingly tell her to 'be careful with those things, they could put someone's eyes out'. I had a great time getting Jan to advise me on my relationship with Helen, inventing issues that had come up between us and soliciting Jan's female perspective to help me solve them. Jan even broached the sexual frustration that came from a long distance relationship and coached me on ways of improving our phone sex life. Breaking though with Lucy was harder, she was more reserved and more naturally suspicious. She never asked me about myself and whilst she was happy to sit and chat all night with Jan she'd grow quiet if I was in the room and often slip away unannounced. I finally bonded with Lucy over cooking. She loved to spend hours over simmering pans of delicate sauces and when she learnt that I knew how cook a soufflé her guard when down enough to challenge me to show her. There's nothing like the intimacy of a kitchen to remove inhibitions. Soon we were bumping elbows and other body parts as we assisted with each others creations, knead our dough together or sipped from a shared spoon to taste a new sensation. Cooking is nothing if not sensual. One night we got into a food fight which ended when she poured batter down my pants and I crumbed her breasts. I had a raging hard on whilst we were fighting and I waited until she noted it before breaking off the fight and, feigning embarrassment, fled the room mumbling apologies. I don't want you to think I was sexually frustrated during this time. Granted that as we all grew closer the girls started to show more flesh and I'd sometimes be treated to towel or panty clad asses dashing from bathroom to bedroom or visa versa. I wasn't reduced to just handheld satisfaction though, at work I was chasing every bit of skirt I could and more than one of the production assistants was willing to let me catch her. I kept these dalliances strictly separated from my home life however and rigourously maintained the illusion that I was a faithful and pining boyfriend. The third step in my great plan came about three months after I moved in. My plan was to create a problem for which a threesome is the only reasonable solution. First I had to make myself needy. My housemates started to hear the distant rumbles of thunder in my relationship with Helen and they were seemingly quicker than I was to hear and interpret the coming storm. First it was a few missed calls, then it was me mentioning the drama group that Helen had become involved in, then it was the name of another guy - Allen - that sometimes crept into my accounts. Even as they were reassuring me I could see Jan and Lucy look at each other, trying to decide whether they should tell me about the ominous nature of the signs they were seeing. Finally, about three weeks after I started the trouble, Jan came home one night to find me alone in the kitchen with a half empty bottle of vodka in front of me. "She left me" was all I said and lay my head on the table. It took half an hour for Jan to get the whole story out of me, about Helen falling for her leading man, about her deciding that our long distance relationship could never work and how she had to be honest with me after sleeping with Allen. I didn't try to faking crying but I didn't have to, soon enough I found myself wrapped in her comforting arms and my head buried in her inviting bosom. I was careful not to take advantage of this though. My aim was to score both Jan and Lucy together and tempting as the twin trophies before me might have been I eventually tore myself away from them. It only took a couple of nights of this kind of teasing before Jan cracked. As we sat on the couch one night and I talked about what a loser I must be I could see her eyes soften and she lent over to place her sweet warm lips against mine to reassure me of my desirability and manliness. I didn't resist and I let the kiss grow into a full tongue battle and joined her in her gropes and squeezes. Eventually though we broke for air and I announced to her that it couldn't be. She looked stunned for a moment and slightly hurt. I told her that it wasn't her, that I thought she was the most gorgeous woman (as proof of this I put her hand back on the inner thigh on my jeans so she could feel again the stiffness that showed I desired her) but that I was afraid of hurting Lucy, of hurting her and Lucy's friendship and that if her and I started something that would be the inevitable outcome. I gave her a warm friendship hug and thanked her profusely for cheering me up and like the martyr I was playing I slunk off to my room. This is the crucial step of this process; you must never suggest a threesome, because that is threatening and insulting to a woman. Rather you need to create a problem that they can solve themselves, you need to make a problem that has a threesome as it's obvious solution. I'd done my part of the plan and so I waited, looking as miserable and downtrodden as I could when around my housemates. I'm sure it didn't take too long for Jan and Lucy to start discussing my sorry state and I guess it was Jan who suggested to Lucy how they could help and talked her into it. Late one night, after Jan and Lucy had gone out drinking, the door to my room burst open and the two of them ran in and jumped into bed with me, fully clothed, one on either side of me. "Now you have no excuse" was all Jan said before she resumed the kiss that we had earlier broken. I acted groggy and bewildered for a few seconds but as soon as my hands came up to cup her ripe breasts she spun me around to face Lucy who was lying on the other side looking flushed and apprehensive. "Go on" said Jan "show her if you want her here as well" I kept my eyes locked with Lucy's and bought my hand up to gently brush her cheek. The kiss that followed was as light and refined as the previous kiss with Jan had been rough and lusty. Lucy was a different woman than Jan and needed different treatment. I knew she wanted to savior the moment and I let her feel that kissing her was one of the great moments of my life. Jan put up with our tenderness for about 20 seconds then shoved her hands down the front of my pajamas to grasp my hard cock. "I can see you're 'up' for a good time" I lay back and let Lucy and Jan strip me of my clothes. Before I knew it Lucy had straddled my chest I got to watch close up as she wiggled out of her little black dress. It was like watching a work of art created. First her lacy black panties came into view, high cut but not showing any pubic hair. Next came her taut stomach, beautiful creamy skin going up for every. I don't know if she was teasing me but she stopped there for a moment with her dress half off whilst she fumbled with the zip. I ran my eyes from the tight tendons of her inner thigh, past her gorgeous little belly button up to the bottom of her bra just peeking out from under the dress. She looked down at my eager face and laughed as she pulled the dress up over her head. The half cup bra pushing up her sweet little breasts. When she had the dress off she lent over me with her hair hanging down around us and her breasts infront of my face. "Like what you see?". I slipped my hands behind her back to release her bra and wrapped my lips around the erect nipple in front of me. Down below I could hear Jan ohing and Ahing as she fondled my penis then I gasped as I felt her mouth envelope it. I pulled Lucy closer to me and whispered in her ear "Jan's sucking me...Oh god". Lucy, little trooper that she was, took advantage of my open mouth and planted a deep kiss on me, turning my exclamation into a passionate lip lock. Jan was like a vacuum cleaner and I felt as if my inside were being sucked out of both ends. Lucy swung around to join Jan down by my prick and left her panty clad crotch just inches from my face. I could smell her heat and at this distance I could see the outlines of her pussy through the dappled material. She and Jan both had their hands on my cock and balls and were taking it in turns to lick my shaft; I took a few tentative nibbles at Lucy through the dark material and was rewarded with a grinding action by her hips. My hands were trapped by my side and I reached up to find something to fondle. I was expecting to encounter Lucy's pert breasts but encountered something much larger and softer. By this time Jan had shucked her clothes and had positioned her breasts over my groping hands. I massaged her mounds in my hands and grasped at her nipples whilst biting into the flesh of Lucy's cunt. Lucy reached back to pull the slip of material to one side and I plunged my tongue into the sweet wetness of her slit. She practically crushed me as she pushed back on my probing. It wasn't more than a few seconds after I let go of Jan to grasp Lucy properly before she was bucking wildly to the first orgasm of the night. Lucy fell of me onto the bed and her place was taken by Jan who straddled me with my cock pressed against the warmth of her pussy. "Having fun big boy?" Jan could only be described as voluptuous and lust added to her beauty. Her hair, normally worn loose around her shoulders, was piled up over her head. She was made up and looked like a movie star - a naked, slutty movie star in a porn flick - but a star none the less. "Oh yea!" I replied "does it get any better than this?" Jan rocked her hips gently against my stiffness. "I can think of a way" Jan had a classic hour glass figure and I put my hands on her slim waist and in one fluid movement flipped her round so that I was on top and she was lying spread eagled beneath me. I looked into her eyes "I want to fuck you". Her hands on my hips urged me to do just that. I paused for a moment to find the right spot then plunged into her. Her legs went straight up and wrapped themselves around me as I thrust in again and again. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me" she murmured "you need it, you deserve it" I pulled her arms up over her head and with one hand around her wrists held them on the pillow above her. My other hand roughly caressed her body as I pumped her. Jan went with the rough handling and started to urge me on with her own little fantasy. "Fuck me like you want to fuck Helen, teach me a lesson, teach her she can't cheat on you, come on, fuck me harder!" I would have happily filled her full of cum then and there but Lucy had come out of her revery and was now curling herself along the side of Jan's heaving body. One of Lucy's hands fell naturally on Jan's breast which she started to mash with increasing vigour. Still thrusting inside Jan I bent down to kiss Lucy lustfully. I told them that there was one thing I'd always wanted to try and I got Lucy to lie on top of Jan in front of me. Everytime I fucked into Jan my public hairs mashed into Lucy's quim as well. I pulled out to enjoy the luscious view in front of me; two beautiful, willing pussies and Lucy's puckered arsehole as well. I took it in turns to slide my shaft into each of their cunts and I slid my hands up between their chests to enjoy feeling all four breast at once. In truth I'd enjoyed this sandwich arrangement once before but the thrill of having two pussies together and available was too exquisite not to repeat. Talk about heaven. Finally I couldn't take it anymore selected Lucy's cunt for my final thrusts. The presure building up in my cock was explosive and I pulled out as I came. The first shot went clear upto Lucy's shoulder and I'm not sure that I didn't get some in Jan's face. The rest of my sperm squirted out to flood the small of Lucy's back. I collapsed on the bed next to them and stared in stunned amazement as Jan and Lucy stayed in position kissing, Jan's hands working across Lucy's back to rub my sperm all over her skin. I woke in the morning spooned with Lucy, her sweet arse jammed against my worn but still willing cock. Jan was leaning over me giving me a kiss. "I've got to go to work big boy. Why don't you stay in bed and have fun with little miss screamer here". I was surprised to see that she was already dressed. We kissed deeply then with a pat on my rump she left the room. By the time I heard the front door close my cock was fully hard again and starting to work it's way into Lucy's cunt again. I've figured out the steps to creating a threesome but I've never found away to keep it stable. For a few weeks things were great and I got more sex than I could wish for, I even stopped seeing the girls I was doing at work because I had more use for my dick than I could cope with. Jan was voracious, I fucked her on the kitchen table, got blown by her in my car at the supermarket and fucked her up the arse one morning after she suprised me in the shower. Lucy was less demonstrative but I learnt that if I slipped into her bedroom at night I'd never get a less than warm and willing welcome. We had a few more group shows as well, including one that Jan brought a strap on to and we had the pleasure of sandwiching Lucy, me butt fucking her whilst Jan with her artificial aid buried deep up her vagina. The problem with all this was that only two of the three of us were taking it lightly. Lucy, it transpired, had always harboured a 'thing' for me from the goget and had really only gone along with Jan's plan inorder to further that want. As it became clear that Jan and I were happy to keep fucking for the fun of it she became more resentful and angry. Finally, about two months after our first tryst, the house exploded and it was me that high tailed it away from the mess left behind. I heard that Jan and Lucy struggled on as rommmates for a month or two more but eventually parted company on less than cordial terms. They always end in some variation of this, if any reader knows a magic formulae for keeping the expectations and needs of all parties in line then please let me know. It was worth every minute though, anytime I want to smile I just think of the similarities and contrasts between their mouths, their hot little cunts and their tight butts. Never fails to give me a little surge down below. The Threesome with My Cousin My name is Kaitlin. I'm 21 years old, a full figured woman with 44DD breasts. I have long blonde hair and blue eyes. This is my story about being involved with my cousin Lacey and her husband Matt. It all started when Lacey caught me making out with her husband Matt at a family reunion. Lacey wasn't upset with me at all. Matter of fact, she asked me if I thought he was a good kisser and all those kind of things. I, of course, said yes. Lacey told me how Matt found me attractive for a full figured woman. And he also said that our family had quite the lookers, from our grandma down to our aunt Cecilia. All I know is, when I heard that, I was happy to be from that gene pool. Lacey was petite, about 5 ft, blond hair, brown eyes and she was 25 years old. Matt was 6ft, short brown hair, green eyes, and had an athletic body type, with muscles to die for. Matt was the one who initiated the making out, not me. I haven't had a guy as attractive as Matt just pull me close to him and start sliding his tongue in my mouth. We were in a secluded area, by the woods at my Uncle Jeff's house and we were all alone. We were talking about Lacey and just getting to know one another since he and Lacey had only been married for about 3 1/2 months and Lacey and I have been best friends growing up. I wanted to make sure he would treat her right. I mean when I first met him when Lacey came over to introduce him, I had good feelings about him. But all that changed when he pulled me close to him and slid his slimy tongue into my mouth and kissed me passionately. His hands wandered all around my body, cupping my large breasts, spanking my shapely ass. I got so wet from his touch. Then as we started walking back, Lacey was there. She said "I know what you guys were doing!" and smiled big. I thought for sure I was going to get in trouble and there would be a big fight between Lacey and I. But nope, Lacey pulled me aside and asked me questions about Matt. And she also did some bragging like how big his cock was and how good he was in bed. We then walked back and pretended that nothing happened. Five months later, the phone rang. It was Lacey. Lacey wanted my input about swinging since an ex-boyfriend and I were once swingers and that was the cause of our break up. I told her that she should do it with someone that she trusts and never allow it if you really don't feel comfortable. She then asked me if I've ever been in a threesome. Of course, I haven't experienced a threesome yet, I've just swapped my boyfriend with my best friend's boyfriend. I told her no and asked Lacey why. Lacey asked me if I would participate in a threesome with her and Matt because they've always wanted another woman in bed with them but they don't trust anyone enough and I'm the only one that they trust because I am family and Lacey considers me a best friend. At first, I was a little skeptical about it because maybe Lacey is going to do something to humiliate me or this is a test of our family and friendship bonds. I told her no and Lacey told me if I changed my mind to give her a call. I then hung up the phone and started my bubble bath. I wound up my I Rub My Ducky vibrator/massage toy I had bought myself. I was really horny thinking about Matt. I wanted to feel his tongue in my pussy, I wanted to ride him while he ate out my cousin, I wanted to kiss him again, and I wanted him to touch me again. I took my Ducky and rubbed him all over my breasts, getting me very soapy. I pinched my large, brown nipples and twisted them. I moaned softly and I could feel myself getting wet. I couldn't stop thinking about Matt. I then slowly moved my Ducky down to my cunt, the vibration felt amazing...I wanted to orgasm. I started to cum by the sensation of the vibrations. I kept imagining Matt's tongue deep inside me. His tongue was big and juicy and super wet. I then slid two fingers up my tight twat and fucked myself hard and deep. I started cumming really hard by imaging Matt's cock inside me. I then got out of the tub and dried off. I decided to take Lacey's offer but I wouldn't forgive myself if it was all a trap. I dialed her number and told Lacey I was gamed. "Great! Matt's been wanting us both. He thinks it'll be hot to do two cousins." Lacey said on the phone. And I agreed since Lacey and I didn't get into too much trouble while growing up. The worst we ever got into trouble was we both were caught smoking cigarettes when we were 10 and 14. This was going to be so much fun. Lacey and I could officially live up to our nickname "Double Trouble". Two weeks later, Lacey, Matt, and I met up at a hotel. They came over and had their arms out, wanting to receive a hug from me. When I went to hug Lacey, she kissed me passionately. Matt watched us make out for 10 minutes. It was kind of weird being kissed by my cousin like that. Matt stroked my hair and rubbed Lacey's back, egging us to keep kissing in the parking lot. "Shall we go to our room?" Lacey said as she winked. "Sure." I smiled and looked at Matt. "I'm ready if you gals are." Matt smiled and looked at Lacey and I. We went up to our room. 407 was our room number. It was just a regular room, nothing special, just a king size bed with a bath tub and shower and mini-kitchen and mini-bar. Matt went to the Mini-Bar and poured us some shots. Matt wanted to do a couple body shots with Lacey and me. He told Lacey and I to get naked. So we got naked and I couldn't believe Lacey's body, it was so tiny and perfect. She had perky B cup breasts that weren't drooping like mine were. We went over and did some body shots with Matt. The only thing that was missing was the fruit. There was no fruit. So he just used the salt on our bodies and drank the rum. He first took a shot and licked up Lacey's body and kissed her passionately. I watched them and started to feel wetness between my legs, knowing that my turn was next. Matt took another shot and I put the salt on my body. He licked slowly up, teasing my tits, and then when his tongue reached my tits, he sped it up and landed his tongue in my mouth. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Then Matt took his clothes off and he was hard as a rock already. Lacey did a body shot and put the salt on his dick and licked all the way up and kissed him. Then it was my turn. I didn't put the salt on his dick; I just put it on his stomach. I licked my way up fast and slid my salty tongue into his mouth. Matt then cupped my breasts and Lacey smooched up behind me, grinding her pussy into my ass. Then Matt started grinding his cock into my pussy. I was so turned on, being sandwiched between my cousin and her husband. Matt then sat on the edge of the bed and Lacey and I got on our knees. I followed Lacey's lead to start sucking his cock. I joined in and start licking and swirling my tongue around his 6 1/2 inch shaft. Matt moaned and sighed with ecstasy. He played with Lacey and I's hair and told us we were good girls. Lacey then French kissed me and Matt started stroking himself and egged us on. "Oh yeah, that's it. You love kissing your cousin, you incestuous slut you, don't you?" Matt moaned. He glided up and down fast on his cock. Lacey and I both moaned mmmm. I then reached up and played with Lacey's perky breasts and Lacey squeezed my 44DD's. Lacey then laid me down on the floor and licked her way down from my body down to my pussy. Matt's eyes widened. He didn't know Lacey would be performing oral sex on me. Lacey slid her thick tongue deep inside me. "Uhhhh....yessssss......." I moaned as I started to fuck Lacey's face. Lacey slid her tongue deep into my love hole. Matt came over and sat on the floor, still jerking his cock. He watched and egged on his wife. "Yeah baby! Eat your cousin's pussy! Suck on that clit!" Lacey moved her mouth up onto my clit and started sucking on it. I was in heaven. This was so wrong but yet it felt so right. Matt then stopped stroking himself and came up to me and kissed me, as his hands wandered all over my breasts. He squeezed them and rolled my nipples with his fingers. He then leaned down and started to bite my nipples. "Oh man....yeahhhhhhhh.........uhhhhhhhhhhh......." is all I could moan. I loved being played with by Lacey and Matt. Lacey continued to slide her tongue in and out of me as fast as she could and Matt sucked on my luscious boobs. My breasts were feeling so sensitive. I've never had this much attention before even with former boyfriends. I then came all over Lacey's face and Lacey pulled up with cum dribbling over her chin. I pushed Matt off my breasts, and leaned over to kiss Lacey and taste my juices. "Mmm, I taste awesome, don't I?" I smiled as I said to Lacey, licking my cum off. "Yeah you do, I could spend hours down there." Lacey winked. Matt then told me and Lacey to get on the bed. "I'm going to do you girls right." He said. He made us spread our legs wide into the air. He asked me to play with myself as he fucked his wife. He rammed his hard cock into Lacey. Lacey screamed with pleasure. I watched Lacey get fucked and got so turned on. I slid two fingers inside me, imagining it was Matt's cock as I continued watching Lacey and Matt get it on. Matt was so rough with Lacey. He pounded the shit out of her pussy. "Oh yeah! Give it to me rough! Make me your whore!" Lacey moaned. I got so excited hearing Lacey call herself a whore, I came all over my fingers. I laid my legs down and that caught Matt's attention. He pulled out of Lacey and went over to me and ordered to see my fingers. He licked the juices off my fingers. He then got on his knees and started to eat me out and finger me again. Lacey got up and got her dildo out of her purse that she carries with her when she is in desperate need of a fuck and is in a public place or not with Matt. Lacey then lay on the bed next to me and watched her husband eat my pussy and finger fuck me. She continued to slide the dildo into her moist, tight pussy in and out of her. "Uhhhh....uhhhhhhhhhh......uhhhhhhhhh Matt! You do this sooo right!" I moan. "Yeah I know" Matt muffled as he continued to eat my cunt and sliding 3 fingers into me. Lacey pumped herself and brought herself to an orgasm. She then gave me the dildo and I sucked Lacey's juices off of it. Matt came up from underneath me and watched me suck on Lacey's juicy dildo. Matt then bended Lacey over the bed and fucked her from behind. He continued to spank her and he ordered me to try and deep throat the dildo. I couldn't deep throat the dildo unfortunately since it was big and wide. So Matt pulled out and gave me his cock. "Deep throat this, bitch." He said to me as he slid his cock into my mouth. I sucked and sucked and took his whole 6 1/2 inches inside my throat. "Oh yeah...good little slut." He said as he patted me on my hair. He then pulled out and went to put a cock ring on him. "I'm going to explode because of you girls." He said as he put the cock ring on himself. "Now try deep throating me again, Kate." Matt fucked my mouth and continued to make me deep throat him. Lacey watched me give her husband head. "Lacey can't deep throat for shit, but you can. You're going to make a guy very happy. Take notes Lacey." Matt turned around and told Lacey and kept praising me as I kept taking his cock into my mouth. I continued sucking Matt's cock for 2 hours. Lacey just sat there and watched my technique. Matt finally pulled out and lay on the bed. He ordered me to get on top of him and ride him. I sat all the way down on his cock and continued going up and down. Lacey then hopped on Matt's face and started riding his face, grinding her pussy into his mouth. As I fucked Matt's dick, Lacey kissed me passionately. It was so hot. We played with each other's tits again as we continued fucking Matt. Matt then told me and Lacey to switch. I got on Matt's face and he drove his tongue into me and Lacey fucked her husband. We were so loud, but we didn't care. We made the bed squeak and we just kept fucking. Matt then pushed me off of him and pushed Lacey off of him and made us lay on the bed with our legs spread wide up in the air again. He got up and rammed his cock into my pussy, fucking me so hard, and then he went and fucked Lacey's pussy and kept going back and forth. "Oh god girls, I'm going to cum!!" He moaned. Matt took his cock ring off and slid his cock into me one more time before releasing his load into Lacey. As he released his load into Lacey, he ordered me to get on my knees and eat out Lacey and get cum in my mouth and share the cum with Lacey. I got a bunch of cum into my mouth and then moved up and French kissed Lacey. We both swallowed Matt's seed. Matt then collapsed on the bed and Lacey went and cuddled with her beloved husband and I went and lay on the couch that was in the room. "This was the best fuck of my life." Matt said. "Mine too." Said Lacey. "Maybe we can do this again." I smiled. ~The End~