0 comments/ 34867 views/ 0 favorites Three Friends By: Asianlove Mark was elated when he realized he had better than average odds with Cassy that night. He had always thought that Cassy and his partner Frank had a thing going, and never really thought he stood a chance with her. Now during their going away dinner Cassy had been more than just friendly to both of them and suggested that they all go back to her place after dinner. Mark and Frank had worked for the last year in Asia on a big project for their law firm. Now they were to head back to the states, and probably wouldn’t make it back to this part of the world for some time. Cassy had been a big help to them during their entire stay. She had not only been a great legal secretary at the office but she had helped them to find apartments when they first got here, helped them with all the different customs and language barriers and always provided a kind ear when they needed someone to vent to. Cassy was a young girl in her early twenties, very petite, with long black hair that ran straight down her back and ended at about her waist. She was friendly, energetic and intelligent. She also had a local boyfriend, but that never stopped her from making out with Frank. Mark had been attracted to her ever since he met her last year, but thought he was really too shy to have a chance with the young hottie. Her apartment commanded a beautiful view that over looked the city at night. This confirmed Mark and Frank’s suspicions that Cassy probably came from a rich family and was just working at the law firm because it gave her a chance to meet foreigners like them. She poured them each a glass of wine and put on some music. They sat around for about an hour sipping the wine conservatively, talking, and relaxing to the music as they took in the good view of the city lights from her balcony. Cassy and Frank were making out on the couch. Mark looked on a little uncomfortable. Cassy said her long skirt was killing her and pulled it off, sitting on the couch in a silk blouse, half way open, and white cotton panties. Her and Frank were really getting into it. Then Cassy turned from Frank and looked across the dimly lit room at Mark. She smiled and nodded to him. “Hey!” she said, “come on over here Mark. I want to give you a good-bye present, too.” Mark joined Cassy and Frank on the couch. He sat on her left. Frank was on her right. Since he was the new comer Cassy turned to him and kissed him on the lips. Her arms went around him, and he gently took her in his arms. Their tongues were in each other’s mouths. She was holding onto him tightly, her little body pinned to his chest. He ran his hands up and down her lower back, feeling beneath her silk blouse, and then slipping down to feel the elastic at the top of her panties. After a moment his hand had slipped under the elastic and was at the top of her buttocks. His index and middle fingers ran down the crack and lightly kneaded between the two soft cheeks. She turned back to Frank. “Help me,” she told him, and moved her body out on the couch, her lower body stretched towards Frank. He knew what she meant and reached down for her white panties. Taking them in his large hands, one on each side, he slowly pulled them down her legs, past her knees, and then slipped them off her ankles. As Frank did this Cassy went back to French kissing Mark. Mark looked down from his close embrace of Cassy to see her long brown legs and the big trimmed patch of pubic hair between them. Cassy spread her legs for Frank, but at the same time she continued to lick inside Mark’s mouth with her wet tongue. Frank held her legs up in the air and moved between them. As he came for her Frank licked her inner thighs and made her moan as she kissed Mark. Then Frank’s head was buried in her pubic hair, and Mark could hear the lapping sounds his tongue began to make as he licked her vaginal opening. “Help me get out of this shirt,” she instructed Mark. He was more than happy to comply. Reaching down he found it easy going to unbutton the silky blouse the rest of the way and bring it open and falling down her slender shoulders. Beneath she had on a white bra. He fondled her breasts between the sheer material for a moment then she reached behind her and unfastened it. After she took off her bra she was completely nude between her two friends. “I want to taste myself in your mouth,” she told Frank. He got up from between her legs and pulled her across the couch to him. They embraced in a long French kiss, exploring each other’s mouths. While they were kissing Mark was rubbing his hands over every crevice of the beautiful naked body before him. There was not any fat on her body. It was hard, but soft at the same time as only a young girl’s body could be. He watched Cassy’s beautiful buttocks come up, and saw admiringly between them the tight hair covered mound of her vagina. She turned around and stopped kissing Frank long enough to motion Mark forward. “Come on, Mark. I want you to have a taste next,” she said as she spread her legs for him. Mark fell down between her outstretched legs as Cassy went back to kissing Frank. Mark could smell her female wetness. He stuck his tongue out tentatively at first to taste between her lips. The taste was very sweet, and so was the fragrance as his nose rammed into her vulva. He pushed her lips apart with his fingers and inserted his tongue inside of her. She pushed against his face with her pelvis grinding into him. Cassy pulled away from both men and laughed. “Enough of this guys,” she said watching them. “Why am I in my birthday suit here when you guys are still dressed? Come on take’em off guys.” This made both Mark and Frank get up off the couch and stand before her. Mark pulled his t-shirt off over his head, and Frank quickly started to unbutton his shirt. Mark stepped out of his shoes and undid his belt. He was embarrassed when he saw his erection protruding from under his jeans. In fact his hard on was so stiff that he had a hard time pulling down his pants over it. He stumbled backward and almost fell on the floor, but saved himself that embarrassment and kicked the jeans away. Naked as Cassy was he sat down next to her on the couch. They took each other in their arms, one of her hands reaching down to take his eight-inch erection in a loving grip. Both of them watched Frank take down his pants and walk over to join them on the couch. Frank worked out and had a muscular body. He also was hung with a twelve-inch penis, which also sported a girth of six inches when it was fully erect as it was now. Cassy got up from the couch and kissed Frank. He sat down before her. She got on her knees and he held up his dick for her. She greedily put her hands around his monster and held it steady to give her lips a chance to suck down on it. For a second Mark watched Cassy giving head to his friend. Saliva was running down from where she licked the tip and middle. She struggled to get him all in her mouth, but he was just too big and she had to settle for about nine inches. Frank caught Mark watching his blow job and laughed. He motioned for Mark to come around behind Cassy and fuck her. Mark got up from the couch quickly. He looked down to make sure his dick was still there and got himself positioned with his dick in his left hand and the fingers of his right hand probing up inside her vagina. Mark entered Cassy, slowly lowering himself until his shaft was all the way inside. He held onto both of her slim hips and got a good grip as he started to pump in and out of her. At first he had to suppress an urge to come in the first minute of the penetration, but fortunately he won this battle and was able to gain some strength as he pounded into her. He had a good view of her firm little behind as it bobbed up and down with his thrusting and with the head she was still giving to Frank. “Just don’t come inside me, okay Mark?” asked Cassy, taking Frank’s distended member out of her mouth just long enough. “You got it, Cass” Mark said rubbing her shoulder for reassurance. She felt so good to Mark as he explored deep inside of her with his penis. He knew he was about to come but wanted to hold back. “You want to switch with me, partner?” Mark asked Frank. “That’s a plan, man,” Frank responded and reached down to pop his dick out of Cassy’s mouth. Mark pulled his cock out of her vagina. Both men switched sides with Cassy. Frank rubbed up and down her opening for a few minutes with the tip of his penis, teasing Cassy but not penetrating her. Cassy licked Marks balls and licked all the way up from the base of his penis to its tip, once again tasting herself on his flesh. When Frank finally entered Cassy Mark could feel her shudder. She took his dick out of her mouth long enough to gasp. She was about to climax, but so were both men. She went to work on Marks penis, deep throating him, he could actually feel her start to suck the semen up from his balls and down the shaft of his penis. He threw his head back and moaned deeply. He could no longer fight it. “Ok if I come in your mouth, Cass?” he asked urgently. She nodded that it was all right, and never stopped sucking on him. This was a good thing too, because the first jet stream of come had erupted from the tip of his penis into the back of her mouth. Right at that moment Frank pulled out of her and a huge gob of come shot out of his cock and hit the wall five feet over Marks head. Cassy pulled Mark’s cock from her mouth and a few shots of come hit her on the face and in her hair, and she cleaned off the rest of his member with long laps of her tongue. “I’ll miss you guys,” Cassy told them, and they both hugged her tightly. Three Friends We were sitting in my little studio apartment, just watching a movie. It was one of those late fall days, not quite winter. Just cold enough, grey enough, and damp enough so it was nice to be inside where it was warm, but still there were a few sunny times during the day, and it wasn't really that cold... That's where it all started. That's the day we all look back to when anybody asks us why I live with Scott and Jess and their kids. Usually we just say that I'm a close friend and a nanny to the kids, but our best friends know there's more to it, and our "special" friends, well, they know what we get up to together. Let me back up a little and tell you a little about myself and Scott and Jess and everything. On the day I'm going to tell you about I was 25. I had a good job, a nice if not too big apartment, friends – some closer than others – and a good relationship with my family. I was in pretty good shape physically – 5'4", 110lbs, brown hair and a decent figure. (For those who have to know – 32 b, 26, 32.) I wasn't gorgeous, but I didn't scare small children. I was also a virgin. There were a lot of reasons for that. The way I was raised contributed, of course. Traditional. Wait until marriage and all that good stuff. Looks, I guess a little, since I wasn't exactly a Barbie doll – just a normal woman, maybe a little short and a little flat-chested. Also, kind of shy. It wasn't because I didn't like sex or was afraid of it or anything. I masturbated regularly, and had a couple of "toys" I used now and then. My college roommate introduced me to vibrators, and I've always had one since then. I'd made out with guys, and given a few hand jobs and a few blow jobs. I even slept with Scott when we visited each other during our junior year abroad in college (we ended up at different universities), but he'd been a gentleman and kept it mostly above the waist and outside my panties the times we got a little carried away. The opportunity had just never come up. And, since I like girls as much as I do boys (I told you my roommate introduced me to vibrators – but it was more than just the typical roommates teasing each other about ads in the back of women's magazines and stuff. We played around now and then, especially when she hadn't seen her boyfriend in a long time and, since college, when she's come to town on business.) But I was ready to stop being a virgin, and I'd even gone on the pill in case some night something happened and well, you know. I wasn't going to give up women, but I was ready to have sex with a man. I'd thought about it a long time, and, well, I didn't know if I'd ever marry, since I like men and women and couldn't imagine giving up women for life, so, well, it was time. Anyway, the three of us had worked stocking shelves and stuff at the food bank all day, and then we came back to my studio apartment and ordered a pizza, ate it, and drank some wine, and were watching this so-so romantic comedy. And there was a love scene, and the couple was naked, of course, but all you saw was the girl. She was even standing up at one point and you could see her pubic hair and kind of the outline of everything else. There was a shot of the guy's butt, but nothing else. And, like it always does, it just didn't seem fair to me. (Even if I did like looking at the girl, too.) "They should show some of him," I said out loud. "Penny, they did," Jess said. "They showed his ass. And it's a nice ass." "Yeah, but they showed her front – and not just above the waist. It's not fair. Scott gets to see the interesting stuff, we just get to see a butt." It occurred to me when I was saying this that I was kind of interested in her front, too, but that didn't help my point. "This isn't porn," Scott said. "They can't show a dick – at least not in a sexual situation- and not get an NC-17. So, no dicks." "It's not fair," I said again. "So, are you saying you want to see a dick?" Jess asked. "Well, yes," I said. "We've got one here." Jess was teasing me, and Scott, too, I think. But it would be nice to see Scott's dick. I liked him, and he was pretty good looking... But, I didn't really think about what I was saying right then, and, well, ummm... "So Scott," Jess said, "Show us your dick." "What?" he asked. "You can't be serious." "I am," she said. "Penny wants to see a dick. You've got one. Show it to her." She reached over and started to undo his belt. We were sitting on my bed. My apartment was a studio – a really small studio apartment. My bed was in a corner, pushed against the walls, and I had pillows all around so it could be the couch, too. It faced the dresser, and the TV was on top of the dresser, so it was easiest for the three of us to just sit next to each other on the bed, propped up against the pillows and the wall. "Hang on," Scott said, pushing Jess's hand away from his crotch. "What's in it for me?" "A back rub," Jess replied. "Body rub, and both of you," he said. "Back rubs for everybody," Jess countered. "We'll unhook our bras and you have to be naked when you do us." "What!" I was a little startled at that detail. Seeing Scott's cock was one thing, but giving him a chance to see my breasts was another. The shy thing was kicking in. He'd touched them and everything before, but he'd never seen them. I always had a nightgown on or a t-shirt those times. "We don't have to sit up – we stay face down," Jess said. "But a back rub is nicer if you don't have to work around bra straps and stuff." "It works for me," Scott said. "Ok, take off your shirt and lie down," I replied. I was a little nervous, but what the hell, I thought. A back rub would be nice. Scott unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, then pulled his t-shirt up over his head and threw it on the floor next to his shirt. He really is kind of good looking – about 5'10", 180, dirty blonde hair and nice brown eyes. He's not a real hardbody or anything, but he's got nice broad shoulders. Still does. He flopped over on his front and pulled a pillow under his head. "Go to it," he demanded. Whack! Jess slapped his butt. "Be polite," she told him. I crawled over next to him and ran my hands over his back. Touching someone is really nice, and I liked Scott. I started kneading his shoulders. Jess straddled his thighs and ran both hands over his lower back. "Comfortable back there?" Scott asked her. "Got to get in position. Shut up and enjoy it. How often do you get your back rubbed by two sexy women?" I ignored them and kept rubbing Scott's shoulders. It had been a while since I touched anyone with anything more than a handshake and this was kind of nice. We rubbed and stroked and caressed his back for about 15 minutes. Scott moaned every once in a while, and Jess and I changed places, and it was kind of erotic sitting across his thighs and leaning up against his butt a little and thinking about seeing his penis and touching him all at the same time. I wasn't getting wet or anything, but it was kind of sexy. "Ok, enough" Jess said. "Get off him, Penny. Scott, show us the goods." I moved off him and Scott got up and stood at the end of the bed. "Do you really want me to do this?" he asked us. He was looking more at me. I knew he and Jess had been together before, so she wasn't about to see anything she hadn't. I nodded my head yes. I did want to see him. He shrugged his shoulders and undid his belt. I was holding my breath. He stepped out of his pants and pulled off his socks. He was standing there in a pair of blue boxer briefs. I could see the lump of his cock inside them. "You sure?" He directed this totally at me. "Yes," I said, quietly. I felt a little thrill run through me. Scott hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. His penis wasn't erect, and it just nestled there on top of his balls. His pubic hair was kind of wispy. "It's nice, isn't it?" Jess asked me. "It's very nice," I replied. I didn't really have much to compare it with, but it looked pretty nice to me, anyway. And it was attached to a guy I liked, so it was fine. "It's even nicer when it's hard," Jess said. She was in a mood that day, I swear. Looking back on it, if I wanted to blame her for what happened, it would be easy. "Let's help him get hard so you can see." I was a little intimidated, but part of me wanted to touch him, too. "Step over here," she commanded. Scot stepped closer to the bed. "Touch it," she told me. "Watch what happens..." I reached out and gently ran my finger down the top of his penis, and then around the glans. It twitched a little, and so did Scott. "Jesus," Scott said, "What are you trying to do?" "Get you nice and hard so Penny can see what a nice cock you have." "Geez..." "You love it," Jess said. "And I'll bet you'll love this, too." She slid off the bed and onto her knees right in front of him. She grabbed the base of his penis with one hand and held it upright and then licked it from base to tip. You could see it start to get hard. "Help me, Penny," she said. At that point I didn't know what to do, but she pulled me onto the floor next to her and pointed Scott's cock at me. "Open your mouth," she told me. I did as I was told, figuring that I probably wouldn't get a chance like this again. Actually, I like doing this to men – at least I had the few times I'd done it, so it wasn't that hard. I just opened my mouth and slipped it over the end of Scott's penis. He tasted pretty good, and I ran my tongue around and around the head of his penis while Jess held it in my mouth. I could feel him getting bigger and tried to move my head up and down his shaft so he'd get nice and hard and big. It worked. Jess pulled me off him at that point and we got back up on the bed. Scott was blushing beet red, and I bet I was too. I felt real flushed. I mean, I'd never done something like that before – I mean, just got down on my knees with my best friend and sucked someone hard just because I wanted to see him hard. Anyway, Jess was right. When it was hard Scott's cock was even better looking – not enormous or anything, but just about 6" long and thick. Normal, basically, but nice. It looked like it would fill you up nicely but not hurt or anything. "All right," Jess announced, "My turn." She was stripping her shirt off and looking at us. "You two owe me a back rub." She was wearing a plain white bra. I don't know why I noticed. After all, we'd been working all day – and it wasn't the kind of work that you'd put fancy underwear on for, so a plain white bra is pretty much what you'd expect. But, there's something about someone standing in their underwear in front of you. Especially when there's sex in the air – and with what we'd just done to Scott there was sex in the air. He was standing there, still naked, his cock still erect. There was definitely sex in the air. She lay down where Scott had been. "Penny, you can unfasten my bra. I don't trust Scott to behave himself," Jess said. I sat down next to her and unfastened it. I pushed the sides of it down so they weren't in the way. Then I pushed the straps off her shoulders and started to rub her. Her skin was soft and satiny. She, obviously, was a lot smaller than Scott, so there wasn't as much territory to cover. Touching her sent a different kind of thrill through me...I don't know why, but touching a woman gives me a different kind of sexy feeling than touching a man does. Of course, I like them both, so... I felt Scott get onto the bed and a minute later he was straddling her. He still had an erection, not as hard as before but still pretty hard, and the way he was kneeling over Jess's thighs made it brush against her butt. If he sat down it would have just been laying there, on top of her jeans, but right in the crack of her butt. We worked on her for about 15 minutes, too, and a couple of times I let my hands run down her sides so I could touch the sides of her breasts. For a short woman her breasts are kind of big – about 36C – so when she lay on her front you could kind of see the sides of them. Jess jumped a little the first time I touched them, but I wasn't trying to run my hands underneath her or anything, so I guess she figured it was kind of innocent. It was, kind of. Just like Scott's nice, hard erection kind of rubbing against Jess's butt. It was all innocent, and when a little later Scott tried running his hands up Jess's side she didn't jump or anything. As a matter of fact, she sighed a bit. "Ok, your turn," she said to me when she was ready to change. She got up and fastened her bra behind her, but she didn't put her shirt on. Now I was nervous. I pulled my turtleneck over my head, and as I did I remembered which bra I'd put on that morning. Like Jess, it was just a plain white bra. But, since I'm small I usually wear a padded bra just to make my clothes look a little better. And the padding helps hide my nipples, which have this really annoying habit of getting erect at just about everything from a little bit of air conditioning to an underwear ad in the paper (yes, guys or girls) or sometimes just because they feel like it. That didn't bother me – at 25 I was used to my nipples popping up all the time and the fact that I wore padded bras. What did bother me was that my bra fastened in front. There was no way I could move it out of the way without taking it off. Jess noticed right away. "Close your eyes for a minute, Scott," she said. "Why?" he asked. I guess guys don't notice that kind of thing until they're trying to get the bra off of you. "Because Penny's bra fastens in front and the deal wasn't that you got to look at her front – just her back." Being the gentlemen he was Scott turned away and put his hands over his eyes. Being the pervert she was, Jess reached forward and undid the bra for me, then, before I could lie down on my front, pinched my nipples. "Dammit, Jess, keep your hands to yourself," I hissed. "What's going on there?" Scott asked. "Never mind. Penny is ready now, let's go." I flopped down on my front before Scott turned around. I'd get Jess for that. But a minute later I stopped worrying about it. I guess I didn't now how tired and tense I was, because as soon as Jess started running her hands over my shoulders and rubbing them I just about melted. And then I felt Scott sitting over my legs, and I could feel his cock resting on my butt, and I really melted. "Ohhhhhhhhhh," I sighed. It felt really good. Their hands were all over my back, rubbing and thumping and doing all that great stuff. Every once in a while I'd feel hands run down my sides, and that would feel nice, too, and I didn't say anything because unlike Jess's breasts, mine aren't big enough to stick out much on the sides. Scott was even bold enough to rub against my butt once or twice when he thought I might not notice, but I did. They rubbed and rubbed, and my nipples stayed nice and hard, and I was even getting a little wet, feeling them touching me. Knowing Scott was naked as he sat on my thighs and that it really was his cock rubbing against my butt didn't hurt my mood, either. I relaxed and enjoyed their hands and the feelings I was having. I must have dozed off because when I heard a voice talking to me and it seemed like a good idea to listen to it, I did. "Roll over, Penny," it said, so I did. I was really relaxed and not thinking much about what was happening. Scott must have sat up, because I don't remember it being hard to roll over. And when I did the hands kept rubbing my shoulders, and then I felt them on my rib cage, and it felt really nice. When I felt the hands on my breasts my eyes opened real wide, real fast, and I tried to sit up but Jess was leaning on my shoulders and she wouldn't let me up. "Just close your eyes and enjoy it," she told me. She was leaning over me and I could see that she'd taken her bra off. And she leaned over a little more and let her nipple rub over my nose and my mouth. "Just enjoy it," she said quietly. Scott was gently stroking and kneading my breasts, and it did feel really good, and it didn't take much to just go with things. I opened my mouth a little and started licking and then sucking on Jess's nipple. Scott kept playing with my breasts, and I felt myself lubricate. I closed my eyes, kept sucking on Jess, and let the nice, sexy feelings run through me. We kept up like that for a while, and then I felt Scott undoing my jeans, and I struggled out of them and my panties. While he was helping me out of my pants Jess got up and took hers off, too. So we were all naked, and we all started touching each other. My nipples definitely got hard, and I felt all wet and slippery, and I tried not to think about the fact that there were three of us there. After we had stroked and kissed and touched each other for a while, Jess and I pushed Scott on his back and both of us started sucking him. Jess would lick and suck on his balls and I'd go up and down his shaft, and then we'd switch. It wasn't long before he was twitching and trembling and I could taste his precum when I was sucking him. I was having a good time and, even though there was a little voice in the back of my head asking just what I thought I was doing, I ignored it as much as I could and focused on what I was doing and how it felt and tasted and smelled... "I'm going to come," Scott said. When he said it I had one of his balls in my mouth, but I wanted to taste his semen for some reason, so I put my face up next to Jess's and started licking his shaft real hard and kind of fighting to get my mouth over the tip of his cock. Jess pushed back with her mouth, too, and we were going up and down and then I reached in and put my hand around the base of his cock and started rubbing up and down while we licked and sucked at him. "Oh Goddd, yessss," Scott moaned and he came. He squirted all over our faces and I kept sucking and licking and jerking up and down. Jess was there, too, doing the same sort of things and Scott must have liked it because he just kept moaning. Finally he stopped squirting. We licked up everything off of him and then Jess and I licked his semen off of each other's faces and it was really, really sexy. I pushed Jess back over on her back and started licking down the length of her body. I played with her neck for a while and then ran my tongue down over her collarbone. From there I slowly slipped down the valley between her breasts, and then drew a figure eight around them. Slowly, very slowly I licked up the slope of her right breast. I found the nipple, flicked at briefly, then pulled it onto my mouth and sucked hard on it. Jess has these real long nipples and they're real sensitive so it wasn't long before she was moaning, especially when Scott started sucking on the other one. I'd roll my tongue around the one I had, feeling it nice and hard in my mouth, then flick it a few times, and then suck it hard deep into my mouth. I kept doing stuff like that, and Jess was moaning and groaning, and I reached down between her legs and really, really gently drew one finger over her labia. I just played like that, stroking her softly, and feeling her swell and open up. She was soaking wet when I moved between her legs and started licking at her. It felt so good to be there, and she tasted musky and sexy. After a while I pushed my tongue into her vagina as far as I could and my nose was pushed hard up against her and she kind of jerked a little and moaned. All the time I was doing this Scott was still playing with her breasts. Jess just makes these little moans and she gasps a little when she's excited so it's kind of hard to know exactly how excited she is, but she just about yelled when I ran my tongue over her clitoris. I had waited until it was poking out from under its hood when I knew it would be really sensitive. Three Friends "Oh fuck!" she gasped. "That's so good, so good." I kept it up for a while and then all of a sudden she was pushing me away. I knew she hadn't come yet, and I didn't think she was real close. "Scott, I want you in me, now!" she said. There was no questioning her. I was on my knees on the floor between her legs, so I got up and Scott took my place. He'd got a condom from somewhere – I found out later that Jess kept some in her purse – and I watched as he rolled it down over his cock and then positioned himself between Jess's legs. As soon as he was there she grabbed his cock and guided it into her. It looked so sexy and I could feel my nipples get even harder and a little trickle of wet ran down my leg. He slowly started moving in and out of her, and she locked her legs behind him and pulled him real hard against her and started thrusting up against him when he'd push into her. I just watched and kind of played with myself with one hand while they went at it. "Oh god, it isn't enough," Jess wailed. She pushed Scott off of her and then pushed him down on the bed, straddled him facing away from his face, and sank down on him. The bed is kind of high, and his legs were over the edge, and she was kind of standing on her toes, moving up and down, with her hand between her legs rubbing herself. It was like something out of a porn movie. "Come suck me," Jess demanded. "You had me so close, and I wanted Scott in me so bad, and he feels really good, but you have to suck me." I'd never seen Jess like this, but watching them didn't seem like enough, so I got down on my knees in front of her and did what I was told. It was kind of weird, with her moving up and down and him trying to push up into her, and I ended up licking him as much as I did her. But it must have worked because after a few minutes of this Jess started trembling, and then she fell back on top of Scott and put her legs up over my shoulders and I kept licking, and his cock came out of her, but she locked her legs behind my head and then started moaning and groaning and twitching. I could feel Scott arching up under us, and his cock kind of poking at us and trying to get back where it was, but I ignored it and just kept licking and flicking at Jess's clit, trying to make her come. "Oh fuck yes, oh fuck yes, oh fuck yes," she was saying, kind of panting in between. "That's it, that's it, right there OH FUCK YES!" Her legs clamped hard around my head and she shook and trembled and twitched. It took a few minutes for her to calm down, and finally her legs unwrapped from around my head and she rolled off Scott. My neck hurt a little, but not much. "Damn that was good!" she said. "It sure looked like it," I replied. My problem was, as sexy and arousing as it was to have seen and helped both of them come – Jess just then and Scott earlier - I hadn't. I was dripping wet, my nipples ached, and they were just kind of grinning at me like loons. I guess were just in orgasmic bliss, but I was aching and it was time for me to get some relief. "Are you two happy?" I asked. "Yes," they both said. "Good, now it's my turn," I said. That kind of got their attention. "What do you mean," Jess asked me. "It's my turn," I said. "You just had an orgasm, Scott had one earlier, so now it's my turn." "So what would you like us to do, sweetie?" Jess asked. "I want to make love with Scott." That really got their attention. "But aren't you still...?" Jess couldn't ask the question completely, but it was clear what she was talking about. I nodded. "You mean?" Scott looked at me. "With me? With Jess here?" "Yes," I said, "With both of you. I decided a while ago it was time, and I went on the pill, but I'd never really found the right guy. But you're the right guy, and I think I've kind of known it all along. And since I'm bi, I think it would be nice to do it somehow with Jess, too. You two are my best friends, I've known you for years, what we've been doing has been really, really fun, and now is the time. I'm dripping, my pussy feels all swollen and hot, and I'm ready. So, please, yes, with both of you, and now." It was a big speech, and I figure more of one than most folks ever did, but it was what I felt and I knew it was time. I moved toward Scott. Scott was still erect and he'd taken the condom off, but since I was on the pill and since I knew he and Jess were exclusive I wasn't worried about anything. I pushed him back so he was lying down on the bed again, climbed over him and positioned myself where I thought was right. His cock looked enormous and I wondered for a minute how it would get inside me. I lowered myself down a little and it bent back toward his belly. My labia were pressed against it, and it felt good, so I rubbed myself up and down his length, and that felt even better, especially when I kind of opened up and my clitoris was rubbing on him. I sat up a little again and reached down between us. I wanted him in me now, so I held his cock up so it wouldn't bend over. I slipped down over him, but I had him pointed up a little too far and his cock pushed up against my clit again, and I jumped a little. It was really intense. I guess I was more excited than I thought. I sat up again and pointed him further back. This time when I lowered myself down the head of his penis pushed against me and I felt myself opening up and slipping over him. I'd put things up me before, including a dildo – but that just a little way in. The gynecologist had used a speculum, too, so it wasn't like I hadn't had things inside me before. But this was different. He was warm and hard and soft all at the same time, and my vagina was stretching open and it felt really, really good. I slid down a little further and it was kind of strange – it felt full – full in a way I'd never experienced before. It hurt a little, but it was a strange kind of hurt that I knew wasn't going to be painful. I tried to relax, and I slipped down a little further and then I couldn't go any further. I pushed a little harder, but I couldn't get any further. I wondered if my hymen were in the way, but I didn't think that could be right. It took a moment, but finally I realized he was all the way in me and I was pushing down against his pubic bone. I stopped for a minute trying to just pay attention to how Scott felt inside me. I felt stretched and full and I don't know what. It felt good. I squirmed around a little. "You ok?" Scott asked quietly. "Yeah," I said. "I guess I'm not a virgin anymore. It feels nice." "Good," he replied. "Do you want me to start moving?" "Umm, can you?" I asked. I wasn't sure if he could. I had all my weight on him. "If you sit up a little," he said. I sat up a bit and felt Scott slip out of me a little. I lifted up a little higher, and then he arched his hips up, pushing himself back into me. "Oh," I said. It felt like some of me was being pushed inside along with him. Then he slipped back a little and it felt like I was getting stretched in the other way. They were nice feelings, just ones that I hadn't experienced before. He did it a few more times, and it started feeling really, really good. Then he stopped. "How's that?" he asked. "Pretty good." "How do you feel?" Jess asked. I had kind of blanked on the fact that she was there for a minute so I was a little startled. I thought about it for a second. "Full," I said. When she had asked me I had sunk down on top of Scott. I was pushed against him again. "Try moving around in a circle," she said. I thought about it for a second, and then tried to move myself around like she had said. "Ohh," I gasped. My clit was rubbing against Scott. His pubic hair was a little rough, and it felt good. I kept moving. "Go up and down, too," Jess said. I tried it – I pushed up until it felt like Scott was about to come out of me, and then slipped down, and then went around in circles a little and then up and down and, well, you know. I just tried moving around in different ways. After a while I figured out that it was all good, but leaning forward and trying to keep my clitoris against Scott while I moved up and down was best. I was doing that when Jess straddled Scott's face. "Suck me while I play with Penny," she told him. I reached out to her and she took my head in her hands and kissed me. Our tongues wrestled together and we sucked on each other and her hands went to my breasts and mine to hers. She was alternating between pinching my nipples and rubbing my breasts nice and firmly. The mixture was really exciting since I never knew what was coming next. I know I started my panting thing about then. I don't scream or moan or anything when I get real excited. I pant. Puff, puff, puff – harder and harder and harder. I guess there's a little noise when I get real close. I could hear myself puffing and I knew I was getting close because I could feel the little twitches in my vagina, but I needed a little bit more, so I grabbed Scott's hand and put his thumb right on my clit and started moving it in circles. He got the idea pretty quick and kept his hand there and rubbed nice and steadily. The orgasm hit me pretty hard when it came. First I felt myself squeeze real hard around Scott's cock up inside me, and I pushed down hard against him and his thumb on my clit. Everything inside me was squeezing real hard and tight and I didn't think I could squeeze any harder and then I was and all my nerves were on fire and everything felt just perfect. It's that moment that I love, the moment right then, when you know your orgasm is there but it hasn't quite happened yet but you know you can't stop it. Everything is ready and you can feel it just as you're tipping over the edge – I wish I could make that moment last forever but I know if lasted for anything more than that millisecond it does I'd die. I'd just explode all over the place, and not in orgasm. So that moment came and I was right there and I huffed and puffed real loud and the orgasm burst over me. The convulsions ran through me and I was squeezing again and again around Scott's cock and my clit had swollen up real big and I had that kind of bursting, twitching, lovely sensation when the moment came and now it was all running through me and away and my clit was retreating under its little hood, too sensitive to face the world. I shook and panted and twitched and it was good and right and special because Jess and Scott were there and helping it happen. Well, it took a while for me to settle down. Every time I thought I was close I'd start to move off of Scott and the trembling would start. They weren't really orgasms, but everything was too sensitive still and I'd just start. So I had to wait, and Scott's erection went away and he kind of slipped out of me and I rolled off him, finally, and it was over. Except he and Jess were hugging and holding me then. It felt just right, the three of us together. I wasn't a virgin anymore, but that was because I had made love with the two people I cared about most and it had been lovely and erotic and perverted and just right all at the same time. That was 30 years ago this weekend. It's hard to believe it, but I wrote about it in my diary back then and I just found it again and have been reading about it. I can still feel that orgasm sometimes, when I'm in that place between awake and a dream. Scott and Jess got married a year or so after that, and when she got pregnant about a year after that I came to stay with her and help out, and, well, I never left. Three Friends "I can't believe the bar closed early," says Lacey for the third time. She abruptly stops walking, and her companions stumble past her, almost tripping over the leg she has stuck out. "Stupid shoe," she says loudly, shaking her foot in the air. "Watch it, ya drunk!" complains Heather. She and Amy stand at the ege of the sidewalk and watch, a little unsteadily, as Lacey tries to fix her shoe. "What are you doing, anyway?" demands Amy. "This little piece of padding THING keeps, like, folding or something." Lacey digs vigorously under the edge of the stylish, black shoe with her thumb, scrunching up her features in determination. "And it sticks into my..." She trails off, so focused on the alignment of the unseen padding that she falls back onto her butt. "...into my FOOT!" Her maneuver complete, she is now free to look up at her girlfriends. "And I am NOT drunk." "What-ev-er," singsongs Heather, and she and Amy laugh. Their voices echo along the empty, friendly street. A moment later Lacey pops up, stifling a smile herself. "Laaaay-dies," she says, offering an arm to each of her companions. Heather springs gamely to Lacey's side. Taking on a mock-serious face, she snakes her arm through Lacey's with theatrical formality. "'tsabout time," gripes Amy, but she takes the offered arm as well. Coordinating their steps with some difficulty, and giggling all the while, the three women proceed down the sidewalk for all of half a block before halting at the streetside facade of Heather's dormitory. With a happy sigh, Heather steps up to the door. Leaving one hand on the knob, she turns to bid her friends farewell. "G'night, bitch," says Lacey. "Goodnight to you too, whore," replies Heather through her laughter. "YEAH, YOU GUYS ARE WHORES!" comes a loud, male voice from above. "Nice tits!" calls somebody else, almost at the same time. With composure, Lacey looks up at the open (but screened) den window two floors above, from which the voices appear to be coming, and shimmies her breasts between her hands. "YEAH BABY!" hollers the first voice. "Fuuuck off!" retorts Amy, who has chosen to wave a middle finger at the window, rather than her own substantial breasts (which are nearly as visible as Lacey's). But her muted smile shows that she basically enjoys the attention. "Don't get into TOO much trouble," laughs Heather as she steps into the dorm. Lacey gives her a little wave, still wearing the brightly serious face with which she has faced the upstairs boys. "G'night hon." She and Amy sashay down the sidewalk toward their own apartment, ignoring the sporadic catcalls from above. - Inside the dorm, Heather has no cares. It's Saturday night, and tomorrow is open wide. "Tra la la," she sings softly into the echoey stairwell, fancifully recreating a catchy electronic fill from the hip-hop song that had been playing in the bar. She rounds the first flight and then the second, with swaying, dancing steps. Here comes the door to the second floor, where she lives--and, no, there it goes again, slipping behind as she rounds the turn, only to appear again on her climb up the next set of steps. Not quite believing, she watches it sink from her view beneath the third-floor landing, leaning back even as she climbs so as to peek through the triangular space--and laughs good-naturedly, as if at a confusing joke that was told by someone very charming. "What am I doooing," she calls out casually. Her feet carry her to the door to the third floor, which is in the middle of a renovation and presently houses no one. But the unfamiliar door does look very much like the one below it, and at any rate it receives as much tipsy glow as anything else she looks at tonight; she opens it with little hesitation, and steps through. The smell of floor 3 focuses her mind a bit--a hint of paint, a whiff of drywall dust. She strolls, mostly in a straight line, down the unoccupied hallway. "Hellooo," she calls in a slightly silly voice, more hushed than she was a minute ago. The white-lit, silent hallway feels quite different from the familiar, echoing brick and cozy dimness of the stairwell; its starkness attenuates her mood into something approaching solemnity. And each step leaves her feeling that it's a little more pointless to be here. She marches, briskly if unevenly, toward the other end of the hall, where she expects to take the other stairway down to her own floor, no harm done. What little thought she dedicates to the question of why she might be up here in the first place diffuses as mere dazzlement at her own outrageous behavior--{What am I doing up here, I am sooo crazy!} she wonders again and again. It's still just the irrelevantly strange end of a good, normal night. What changes as she passes room 310? The hallway there looks, sounds, smells the same as anywhere else, but just outside the cosed door, an invisible threat coalesces in Heather's beer-fuzzed perception. No one is here to see her relaxation dissolve, her steps turn subdued, just that suddenly--she doesn't even pause in her motion--and like a dreamer or an animal, she forgets the change in herself as soon as it occurs. Now this scene is a special one, deserving of her attention. Her gut tells her so. Now her thoughts are quieted by unease, and all her focus is on the heavy stair door ahead. Only every other overhead light is turned on, and her shadow arcs crazily along the walls, from one pool of light to the next. She sees the second shadow that's joined with hers at the very moment when she feels the touch on her shoulder. "EeeAH!" she squeals, reflexively leaping about. There behind her is a slim young man, a little bit taller than her (but she is a little bit tall herself, for a girl), who grins an empty grin as he pulls his arm back. "Holy FUCK!" cries Heather, who rarely swears. "Oh my god you SCARED me!" A friend might receive a semi-serious punch, here--she was that badly startled--but this person is a total stranger, so she keeps the sting of indignation in her voice only. "Oh," replies the young man neutrally. "Did I?" He studies Heather, who confronts him dumbly. Her brow is furrowed, and she looks as if she'll demand, at any moment, what his problem is. But she waits, only panting very slightly through her glossed, red lips as her wild heartbeat slows back to normal. And she waits. The two face each other, one bobbing very gently as her muscles correct and overcorrect in their effort to hold her in this off-center, going-to-give-you-a-piece-of-my-mind posture she has somehow not given up; and the other just blandly studying, with evidently perfect interest. After a time Heather's small movements become slower. He watches in silence as her form settles in stillness. Now nothing moves. Not even his eyes--in fact, he stares continuously at one of the buttons on her shirt. Is he curious? His own jeans have lost their button; a tough leather belt holds them up. He stares and stares. Incongruously, the floor begins to thump and buzz with the bass from some partier's stereo system. But here in the hall no one reacts. - The music stops, and the hall is again as it was when empty. The young man glances up. He raises his eyebrows and shifts in place, as if to communicate that a satisfactory conclusion has been reached in this business exchange. "Wellll, I'd better get going," he says mildly. Partway through his sentence, Heather lurches, and catches herself. "Me too," she rejoins snottily to the man's departing back. She has no clue. After straightening herself, she follows directly after him, back toward the door through which she arrived. The meeting has altogether drained away her fear. The hall is just a nondescript backdrop, now that someone else is present. For her this is once again a normal walk through the dorm, toward home. But the two stop early. {God, why is this guy in my way,} thinks Heather as she waits for him to unlock the door to room 306. She sighs audibly through her nose, wishing she could shower and maybe relax in front of the TV. The door opens into the room, and the man steps forward first, but immediately Heather tries to pass him. When the two have nearly collided she gives him a cold look, but only briefly (it's just some stranger, and he didn't scare her THAT much, after all), and his bland smile signals her to go ahead. She walks to the center of the empty, fluorescent-lit dorm room--and stops. The man waits near the door, which he has closed, and studies the rear profile of his misguided companion. His eyes especially focus on her gracefully flaring hips. Heather's butt shifts with high visibility beneath her sleek black pants as she idles in place, trying to remember what she intended to do next. For her part, Heather has mostly forgotten her escort--her plan was to enter her room, and be alone. Or to enter her neighbor Sara's room? And Sara's down the hall or something? Or, no--after those beers, surely she was going to the bathroom? She reaches to her shoulder and hooks a brown ringlet. She does have to pee, a little... but the implied plan refuses to come together in her mind. Outside the room's window, straight in front of her, a few distant students cross the inner campus on their way home from the library; she watches them abstractedly, half-aware that this is not a view she's familiar with. Finally she shakes her head and slowly turns about, thinking she'd better get to her own room already if she's THIS drunk. And there is that guy again, standing patiently next to the door. "Oh," says Heather lamely. She hadn't realized she was right in the middle of somebody's... office or whatever! "I, um... I think I'm very drunk." She blushes, and half-smiles, and ducks her head in self-consciousness. But the man doesn't seem to mind. He just watches her twiddle her hair. And watches. Heather glances to the side uncomfortably, and then back at him. She can't just walk out without him saying something, like she owned the place. But he keeps on quietly staring at her. "I'm Al," he tells her, just when the moment seemed about to break. "Oh." She crinkles her brow quizzically, still touching her hair. "Why don't you sit down." She doesn't see why that would be necessary. Yet automatically Heather looks about for a chair or a bench or something. Politeness promises an antidote to her embarrassment. "Ummm... where?" she asks softly, embarrassed that she has to ask. Now, for the first time, Al is visibly perplexed. He opens his mouth as if to speak. Evidently thinking of nothing, he closes his mouth, and fixes his eyes on Heather's. His face empties of expression. "I feel certain," he tells her, "that you can work this out." And he does sound certain enough, after all. Heather nods fuzzily. She accepts this absurd charge much more seriously than she would under less fantastic circumstances. This is partly because of her drunkenness, but primarily for another reason: Something is touching her mind. Has pinned it. She looks straight ahead only, having just slipped unaware into another corner of this night's dream, one into which her body and its muscles were unable to follow. Externally this is like before--she stands in awkward stillness with a dim look on her face. But, no, this time she is trembling. And inside-- Fear, and no way out. She floats fleshless in no place at all. She can see and stare, and it seems to her that she should be able to do more than that but there is no memory of what; she thinks for a moment that she's dying, she needs to ask that guy for help, so she looks at him in dreamy panic and... doesn't know how to talk, wouldn't know the words even if she could reach her lips. And her consciousness searches for the boundaries of its unexpected new form, but finds only the terrible, growing, encompassing feeling that all the fluorescent lights of the world are shining on all parts of whatever she is now from every beige wall of this painfully airless, chairless room, whose borders now seem miles distant from her sizeless self, hidden as they are somewhere around the periphery of her view of Al's somehow very important eyes. She feels bare and lost, lost at the edge of emptiness, yet blanketed in terrifying, infinite power--until he blinks, and she remembers how to blink too. "Oh," she whimpers. She wavers and gasps, her new, old face in a sweat. Then she sits right down, ending hunched over, upon folded legs and planted hand. Al steps nearer, and she shivers, and cranes her neck up at him. "I don't feel too well," she says, desperately confused. "You aren't sick," he tells her with a smile that, though it looks rather fake, is basically gentle. But a little spasm of fear comes to her, and she ducks her head. "I'm sick," she complains again. "Could you please go find my friend Sara." She mopes at his feet, not even bothering to look toward the door, though her legs are now working fine. Al steps in again, and a stiff fold of his jeans brushes her dangling hair; she shrinks back. "No," he states firmly. "I don't argue with you." He chuckles. "I am no good at arguing anyhow, you know?" He reaches down to her, combing his fingers into her hair, cupping her face. Her muscles tighten right away, but he persists at touching her, and soon she begins to shudder in hopeful relief. A touch is enough. Here again, the presence of another person limits her to something like normalcy. He strokes her cheek, and she trusts and accepts his comfort, and receives it and more. She has never before been the drunk girl who needs to be rescued from her own partying, but she's seen it happen, and thinks this is surely that--when she can think, in between throbs of the last moment's frigid shock. She sniffs back tears; but here is the normal ground, here is a human hand, and her gratefulness for these firm anchors wards off the sickening echoes of memory. She thinks about thanking this guy who is being so nice to her. His cool fingers curl under her chin, and she easily tilts her head back, following his light pressure. It's like climbing through clouds; the distance is only a few inches but to her it's a long, numbing journey that separates her even from relief, leaving her simply calm. Heather can feel the sleepy, satisfied look she is giving him now, and she finds it funny. {How the fuck can this be so relaxing,} she wonders, in a way that she thinks of as sarcastic. She gazes up at Al with drowsy eyes, showing all her pretty blue eyeshadow. Her body still trembles, but only a little. "Okay, not so sick now," says Al under his breath. He licks his lips ungracefully, gathering himself for the next effort. Heather is bearing her face down onto his hand now, like he is a pillow. "You were just hungry I think," Al declares in a loud voice, and Heather blinks groggily. His hand slips from her hair and moves with swiftness--no, in an instant--to his pants and he's unzipped and exposing his... privates, how did he do that so fast, she clumsily tries to regain her footing but knows that standing beyond a crouch isn't an option (though she doesn't know why). So it's one of THESE things. Heather has never been date-raped before, but she knows it when she sees it (she thinks) and she knows that this guy isn't getting any, however nice he wanted her to think he was. She stares at his garishly rising, creepily uncircumcized (to her inexperienced eyes) penis. She's still very nicely relaxed, in spite of everything. Just look at that silly thing. Next he will try to push it at her or something; she smugly waits for the chance to refuse him. And... no no no there's that terrible feeling again, on the edge of her awareness, not comforted away after all--she breaks into a clammy sweat, struggling to hold onto her too-relaxed body, especially now, especially here. "Go awaaaaay," she groans through her teeth, talking to the feeling and not to the man (he'll just have to wait his turn). Amidst her distraction she hears a breathy sound from Al and glances up reflexively to see him staring down-- And his eye is the pin, and it strikes directly against her resistance. Begins to drives her open, in spite of all the will she can command. Immediacy collapses back upon her, adrenaline rises. She senses her last opportunity for flight--but she is so scared, and it isn't fair, she isn't far enough through college or life to have learned that sort of cold discipline. She is optimized for trust, for communication. So now, when her fearful discomfort has become terror, and her terror begs her to just please DO something--she obliges, by wailing quietly, just that. The sound of her misery echoes and fades, affecting nothing. Her best strength has gone with it. His blinding eyes bore down into her own, and they are impossible to look at but she can't turn away. She's beginning to hyperventilate--but no matter how she shakes, her traitorous muscles keep her looking up, locked directly onto the unseeable looming pit where there should be a guy's forgettable white face. The thing is inside her, she realizes in irrational horror. It's drowning her thoughts and there is no running away, now. There is only fighting back within her own mind while he reduces her to something that can't. She tries again and again to regain herself, and with each defense of some little bit of her consciousness, he takes an indescribable something else. She feels this and she tries anyway, needing to push back however uselessly at the power that invades her. In throbs of awareness she knows the collapse of herself, feels its agony and release. He took her skillfully enough, and it's just about over. She fought at every step, and that made it okay. Such is the intuition she is able to cling to before the trance cements her shut. The room has barely changed. Al stands over his trophy, still as ever but now taut, maybe ready to spring. He doesn't pant or sweat. The only sign of imminent action is his unpeeled glans, which shines full and purple, just a centimeter from Heather's upturned cheek. For these few seconds he basks in his complete domination of her, and she straddles the floor in mute acquiescence. There is no more terror for her, nor uncertainty from him. This, it seems, is how creatures such as these two can truly meet, may indeed be how it's always done. Each of the two knows who owns and who is owned, and nature (or supernature) will guide them from here on. But still there is a dance. Heather is no longer herself, but neither is she asleep; she is merely settling into her new state. And with no warning, she looks down, glimpses the closed door behind her captor, and unhesitatingly feints toward it. Very naturally his hand follows. He neatly grasps the back of her shirt and scrunches it tight, so tight that she coughs and chokes, and even tighter, until the flimsy stitching around the shoulders loudly rips and now he's holding a crumpled flap that amounts to a leash, for her collar has held. He swings her around and back toward him, onto her face, and then up up and she must kneel to support herself; there's enough left awake in her to fight for air to breathe. Her hands scuffle at her sides. Maybe she wants to cover her slender ribcage, above which her ruptured shirt is now just a halter-top. But a powerful hiss from the mouth of Al stops her motion. She haltingly makes as if to stand, and he slaps her shoulders with both hands, hard. So disciplined, she drops back onto her knees and is still. Al examines her submissive form, giving no signal. But after a moment Heather flushes; this treatment has meant something special, to her entranced senses. Breathing more deeply than before, she lowers her face and slowly reaches for the back of the collar. She lifts it over her head, high enough to allow her rich, brown locks to flop through onto her naked upper back, and then begins to lower it. The shirt is so badly gashed that she is able to bring one of the great tears in it back down over herself and thus slide the whole thing all the way to her knees, entirely bypassing the potential difficulty of buttons. She moves slowly but smoothly, not trembling at all. When she finishes, she drops her arms to her sides and looks straight ahead, still blushing faintly. Three Friends Al eyes the swell of her full B-cups--he could have them, of course. She's all his. Instead he steps into her. His penis knocks her lightly in the face, and she ducks her head away in a token move but he's already reaching for her hair and he pulls her up with one hand while the other reaches beneath her chin. His insistent manhood pokes her in the forehead, in the eye. "Bre," he grunts thickly. Her nostrils twitch at his scent. He rocks his hips, trying to drag himself across her glistening lips. His fingers dig into her soft cheeks, working her jaw open. A combination of aim and random swing brings his glans into the moist cup her lips have made, and he bares his teeth (a few of which look sharper than before) as he pulls her face onto his groin, forcing her to slurp him in. All the way in, so that her throat spasms, then ouuuut slowly, in again with force, out... he fucks firmly around Heather's slippery tongue, and her kneeling doll-body sways with his motion. She coughs and gasps hot breath around his raping cock; her fingers writhe aimlessly in the air. A minute or so of these wet fumblings is enough for Al--he jerks himself out of her mouth, and holds her staring, drooly face at invountary attention while he drops his pants one-handed. When he releases her it is only to hook his hands beneath her smooth armpits and haul her to her feet. He propels her backward to the nearest wall; she scrabbles for purchase on the thin carpet. Thump! her naked back strikes the hollow surface, and she squeaks. One of her shoes twists off as she finds her feet again. Her knees tangle in the ruin of her shirt. He's crowding in close and there are her hands between them, not to fight him off, no, she is unfastening her pants. He ignores her effort. His chest crushes her arms to her belly, pushing up her boobs between them, and she struggles to see down through her own cleavage. His hands snake up behind her nude shoulders. Heather's face appears limp, but she releases a low growl as her master for the night clasps her body. With decisive force, he thrusts his knee between her black-clad thighs, and she relaxes her hands, allowing his approaching penis to glide through her fingers. She got far enough, anyway--the petals of her pants now arc outward, and only her thin, yellow panties separate her mons pubis from the cool air of the room. Al stills his body, so that he can recreate his hands-free entry into a lower, more intimate portion of Heather. As their genitals align, so do their faces, and Heather looks at him sidelong, almost coquettishly. She licks her lips in preparation for the kiss. His mouth moves close; his cockhead nudges her pussy. But he slips his face past hers, and she can only brush her lips over his cheek. It's Heather who tugs the panties aside. The bulbed shaft pushes open her lower lips, gliding with only moderate difficulty into her lightly lubricated tunnel. Partway in, Al licks her neck with sudden heat, and Heather's mouth falls open. Her forearms drift outward, allowing him to nestle his hips in between them, close, closer, until he is tight against her pelvis, in her all the way. Her butt clenches firmly against the wall--she must support herself on awkwardly spread legs, tearing the shirt even further as it stretches between them. He begins to grind his hips hard into her; she breathes raggedly over the firm shoulder on which she rests. His lips and teeth nuzzle at the side of her neck... he rocks her up and down, lifting her partway onto her toes, gathering his own body ever closer. His motion speeds. The friction and pressure, all through her sensitive pussy, make Heather whimper. It wasn't long--but he clamps her tight. His penis jumps in the sleeve of her vagina. At the same time his mouth stops nibbling and caressing her neck, and only bites, just where it was, gathering and capturing her flesh painfully. She twitches in his grasp, letting out little cries. Her hips periodically jolt down into his. But her upper body is trying to escape from the pain in her neck. Needles pierce her skin. She begins to jerk more powerfully, but he won't let her go. His cock is becoming thicker inside her--its lower portion swells, stretching her sex organs around it. Her jaw works silently; her eyes are wide and staring. With each second he becomes more tightly plugged into her pussy, held deep within her by the tension in those muscles of hers that situate about the still-narrow base of his distorted shaft. Meanwhile, his deadly-sharp teeth, so very long now, slide delicately into her, invisibly teasing through the side of Heather's carotid artery. Her intermittent struggle only aids their progress. The first rush of warm blood out their grooves and into his suckling mouth sends him into a controlled fit of groans and pelvic thrusts--he works hard to take her, to drink of her, without significantly changing his precious mouth-grip. Down below, though, there is no such danger, and her slick, stretched body kneads his swollen knot with every shudder, milking out the gentle spurts of his semen. Fluid enters her below, and leaves her above. She humps him, weeping. There is both pleasure and pain. She comes close to climaxing, and stays there, more or less. This is the rhythm of the longest part of their fucking. It is a restless endeavor. Their hips twitch and strain; fluid drips onto Heather's shirt. Once in a while Al must shuffle his feet in again, to keep the connection maximally tight. He ignores the now-continuous quaking of Heather's thighs and calves, which still valiantly hold part of her weight in this unaccustomed position. Her arms are still trapped between his; her hands rest gently on his butt, just for somewhere to be. She doesn't really try to escape from his mouth anymore, though there is no sign that he will ever tire of draining her. Her healthy, young heart pumps powerfully for him, and he greedily accepts the stream of warm blood that gouts down his throat. Sometimes she breathes out a nervous, high-pitched sigh, and then he bounces her gently against the wall, as if to coax her into giving up a little more. When he lets her neck slip free, she is almost insensible. Her head lolls back against the wall, and she regards him dazedly. Al looks... relaxed. Robust, even. He smiles at Heather. "So pretty you are," he tells her. She blinks slowly, and swallows. He smiles more broadly--but his face is also tender, now. There is no blood on his lips. "I will help you." He reaches down between their bodies, to where their engorged genitals are still clamped together. His fingers encircle her red clitoris, which is easily visible, pushed up as it is by the swollen thing inside her. And he squeezes it sharply, and works it about, grinding his fingers into every exposed inch of it. "Ohhhhhhhhhnnnnnnhh," protests Heather. She makes a weak attempt to escape. Her legs begin to buckle, and Al nudges his knees more firmly beneath her so that his pelvis may hold all the weight. She is perhaps easier to hold than before, now that she's lost a pound or two. "It is good," beams Al. His fingers work more briskly. "Hahh hah haaanh oooooohhh," gurgles his captive lover. She fiercely squinches her eyes shut. Her freed palms beat lightly on the wall. Al rubs faster still. Suddenly Heather's face contorts. She tenses her body with strength she doesn't have, once, twice, three times. Her head wavers atop her molested neck... and she collapses to the side, eyes rolled back. Al lets her slide-sink onward to the floor. His partially softened penis slips out of her with a pop; it paints a trail of milky stuff across her lower belly. Now that he has completed his use of the girl's body, his face has gone slack again. Leaving Heather where she has crumpled, he walks pantsless to the center of the room and seats himself, facing the window. Man, woman, rooms below--all are quiet. --- Heather twitches, and licks her dry lips. Her eyes drag open. Al is still sitting cross-legged, watching the window. Does she see him? Does she think? He doesn't react when she begins to crawl toward the door. Nor does Heather even look at him. Her disheveled outfit impedes her motion, but she drags her legs with mindless persistence, even when one happens to snare the other by the temporary loop of a sleeve. And her eyes fail to focus--she is out of herself still. Periodically she stops and holds herself up with quivering elbows, trying to rise higher. But she cannot. Her diagonal path brings her within a few feet of Al. He spots her pathetic motion in his periphery, and turns his head. For a moment he only looks. But then he leans over a bit, and languidly pushes his fingertips under the very edge of her as-yet unmolested bra. The flesh there yields, and he hooks the garment easily. He doesn't even appear to be interested--he's just aimlessly keeping close what belongs to him. The gentle tug from her side is enough to confound Heather, who strains forward briefly and then collapses onto her chest. Al sits for a moment with his arm stretched out. The shallow heartbeat of his prey kisses his fingers--and in his mouth, caught open mid-breath, the little fangs begin to slide out. It may be feeding time again. Yes, here he comes. He wants the same position as before--she rolls over easily under his pull, baring her unguarded front to the hungry creature that mounts her. Al goes for her neck first, the same, strangely unbruised spot as before; he blows her hair aside and softly mouths the firm flesh. Belatedly, his penis begins to harden. Heather's face shows her pain, as the fangs open a new set of holes in her well-used body. But she makes no sound, and her arms are too difficult to lift. When the blood begins to pump out of her, she gasps raggedly. By the time his penis squelches into her tired vagina, she has already passed out. Their second mating proceeds without incident. Though Al's initial focus is on Heather's neck, his passionate suckling doesn't last long--either his hunger has subsided, or some signal in the girl's weakening cardiovascular rhythm warns him to cease. His fangs retract; now his long kiss on her neck is just a kiss. Down below, he takes her as before. Again the orgasm begins early and lasts long, very long, though only he is awake to enjoy it. Heather's privates stretch around him more easily this time. --- Al quietly pulls out of Heather, and resumes his seated vigil. --- --- Something thumps onto the outside of the window. It's like a big, black sack, or an animal--but now a human foot steps into view on the outer sill. "Alin!" calls a man's boisterous voice from outside. The foot stutters forward. "Don't push!" cries the voice. The man steps carefully over, and another pair of legs arrives on the ledge from somewhere off to the side. Fingers rattle on the window. "Aliiin, Alina!" call the two men, one affecting a falsetto. "Hail the conquerors!" They both sound British. Al, wearing his pants now, rises from his seat and approaches the window--but not quickly enough, for two of the four feet begin to kick against the glass. "Aliiiiiiiin," howls somebody. "SHUT THE FUCK UP," hollers a deeper voice that echoes through the floor. The men outside are startled into silence--but then they laugh uproariously, stamping their feet and slowing Al's work at the window (for the panes need to fold partly outward). They are still laughing as they finally clamber into the room. {Please help me,} thinks Heather, who was awakened by the noise, and who has recognized the voice of her friend Claire's boyfriend. She must be above room 206. She lies peacefully on her back, trusting that big, friendly Steve will come to rescue her, not realizing that she didn't actually open her mouth. The two newcomers gather around Al, who smiles in greeting. "Alina, my man, what's up!" says one, a tall fellow in a heavy leather jacket. "Don't call me Alina," scolds Al. The other fellow jovially raises his hands and backs off, with a bounce in his step--and spies Heather. "Well well well, and maybe you aren't such a girly man after all, eh!" he smilingly declares. "Ohh, that one's prettier than mine was by a long shot, Alin you lucky dog!" cries the other, a handsome redhead who promptly shucks his own tattered jacket and advances on the prone girl. The tall man guffaws. "Better hope you've got some left in you girly, 'cause Red Rob is comin' to getcha!" he says. "Ohhh we don't need to see that Robbie!" "Ahh I'll turn it the other way, you can mind your own business and look at her titties like a sensible man," retorts Rob. True to his word, he lowers his newly bare bottom to the floor beyond Heather, and jerks her over onto her side so that he's spooning her. After a brief bit of work he's got her bra off. Her eyelids flutter, but she doesn't protest. Alin seats himself complacently on the windowsill. "I am ready whenever," he says. "Well you'd just better wait a bit for old Rob then I guess," replies the tall one with a bemused chuckle. Rob has gotten Heather's pants down now. He fishes roughly around between her proud, lithe buttocks, and frowns. "Aw fuckin shit Alin, you didn't warm up her arsehole for me!" "That is dirty," replies Alin. "And it does not go wet." Rob has already sandwiched his penis between the smooth loaves of flesh; now his face suddenly turns thoughtful. "Yeh, I guess you can't make her lube up her arse if she hasn't got th'equipment for it, mesmerism or no," he muses. But his attention returns to his groin. "Well well, this here's what we do who hasn't got the magic mind-touch and all." He grits his teeth and drives his hips carefully against Heather; the other men watch the lazy shimmy of her breasts as her body accepts yet another intruder. No one pays attention to her face. But Heather is waking again, to sharp pain in her anus. Her pretty mouth makes a miserable O. "Ahh, look at them fucking jiggle. I might have to take a taste of those," says the tall man under his breath. Rob's penis-head relentlessly worms its way into the tight, muscular ring. Heather looks like she is giving birth. "OoooooooAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Her voice goes from moan to scream. Quickly Rob locks his upper arm about her neck and squeezes, stopping the blood-channels there. She thrashes; his shaft knifes in a little further. Once her oxygen-starved head has fallen limp, he releases her and resumes his fucking in earnest. "Ohh... YEAH," he grunts to punctuate his thrust, most of the way in. "WHAT... a FUCK, ing CHOICE... uh... piece..." He trails off as his organ begins its slow, pulsing growth toward the outer limits of Heather's valiantly clutching bowel. His teeth slide forth, and his eyes darken. Suddenly he snarls and lunges for her bare neck, piercing skillfully into the deep, blood-rich artery on his first shot. Heather's breasts quiver. They look paler than before. Her long, strong legs splay knock-kneed and useless. The tall man's own teeth have emerged, and he looks ready to act. "If you'll excuse me," he says to Alin, who only gazes blankly back at him. The man joins the pair on the floor, propping himself on one elbow before Heather's bare breasts. He glances at his friend and chuckles hoarsely. "I don't think Robbie's gettin' much," he says. "Good thing I already ate, myself..." Heather's upper breast mashes in his grip. He kneads it until his fingers frame a perfect ellipsoid of female flesh. "Fooking delicious," he groans, and dives into her chest. His teeth close around the pillowy bulge, piercing her there. Hardly any blood finds its way out the groove-tracks in his teeth--but his face shows rapturous pleasure nonetheless. Heather's wavy hair swings luxuriously as the two men savage her. Pale and limp, she'd look just like a corpse, if she were only a bit stiffer. Maybe she is having the same effect on Rob as she did on Al, earlier--for he has released her overdrained neck. Of course his bulb of a penis still locks her to him by her still-tight anal ring, and he still coughs with pleasure at each jolt of their conjoined bodies. Meanwhile the other man sucks hard as he can at her breast, and mauls the one beneath it with his free hand. His hips rock unevenly in the air. Al sits at the window, totally still. Before him, his own heavy loads of dick-juice ooze out from Heather's wrinkled folds, to pool grossly on the floor. But he only stares upward, toward the little sprinkler mechanism that juts out of the ceiling. The sight has made him scrunch his brow. "AhhhhhhrAH!" snarls Rob as he jerks himself free of Heather's cum-soaked butthole. He's still somewhat swollen. "Okay gentlemen, I believe we should do as the man says." He rolls over with energy and fishes for his discarded pants, leaving Heather to flop onto her back. The tall man releases her as she falls. "I do love these drunken tarts," he says in satisfaction. "Aye," agrees Rob. "Almost like to take this one home with me. Although," he adds, "I guess it should be Al's choice, her being his first and all." But he doesn't address this suggestion to Al--maybe he expects no reaction. Indeed, Al merely stands expectantly, and the others converge at the window. "Oh," says the tall man when he spies Heather's shirt. He leans down and takes it. "Might be wise to destroy this." Rob shrugs and climbs outside. Alin follows, and then the tall man. Each leaps forth into the night, and when the two startled students below look up, all they see is a fluttering shadow. --- --- The bathroom door must be unlocked. She prays for it to be unlocked. The handle blessedly turns. Trembling and sniffling, Heather enters the room, one ginger little step at a time. The floor seems to rock and she would love to lie back down and maybe never get up again. She would love to cry in someone's arms and hear them promise a hundred times that she will never feel this badly again. But there is nobody in this miserable place and she is so very thirsty, too thirsty for tears. She has to leap awkwardly out of the way of the door, when its overpressured hydraulic hinge wins the fight against her weakened arms. Then there's the sink and she cranks it all the way up and bends like an ostrich to slurp and slurp from it, while her knees struggle to hold her up. She doesn't know what she should do next. A hundred stories jumble in her confused head--she is sick from food-poisoning and she should call the emergency number at the Health Center, she had a fight with her boyfriend and he beat her up and she should get somebody else's to beat him in return, she drank so much that beer came out her pussy somehow (this thought seems halfway reasonable to her now) and she'll die if she doesn't vomit it out immediately. Nothing makes sense. But there is the row of showers--and her crotch really is dripping, she's had to stuff toilet paper under herself--so off come the pants and into the warm spray she goes. The heat relieves her of the terrible chill she's been ignoring since she awakened in that open-windowed room with other, more distracting discomforts riddled all through her, and she sinks to the floor, suddenly heaving with what feels just like tears, though it's mostly only a torrent of shower water running down her face, standing in for what her tortured body can't presently produce. --- Drying with paper towels, dressing. When Heather finally peeks her haggard face into the stairwell, she is mildly shocked to see that the sun has risen. She cocks her head like a hare, listening for the sound of someone who might shame her. But no sound echoes up the brick column, and so she quietly enters, with her shoes in hand and one arm across her bra-clad chest, and tiptoes guiltily back down toward her home, the second floor. She knows that nobody would ordinarily be up at this time, so she opens the big door somewhat confidently--and toward her is striding Denise with a small basket of laundry. Three Friends "Oh, hi," Heather says to her surprised hallmate. She awkwardly edges around the heavy door and eases it shut behind herself. "Heyyy...?" says Denise. She crinkles one eyebrow. "You have a good time last night?" Heather shakes her head a little. "Um... excuse me," she manages. She needs to say something reasonable to Denise but. No. She NEEDS to get to her room, and lie down, before she faints. Denise watches her until she has found her way back to her door. Then she goes on into the stairwell. === Lacey clucks like somebody's mother. "And WHERE did you say your shirt was?" Heather shakes her blanket-swaddled head wanly, but her voice is hearteningly casual. "It was... I swear I hung it up in the closet." The warm, rosy light of early evening slants over the far wall. Lacey sits down in the bed. "Honey, we know you were outside. That's how you got sick, remember," (here she playfully, but very gently, shakes the mattress) "and got your silly ass all bug-bitten!" "Well it wasn't my ass," giggles Heather. She rubs the little dots on her boob contentedly, knowing that she isn't going to tell her friends about THAT set of marks--she'd never hear the end of it then! But nevermind--basically she's just happy that they're here, and that aside from her little secret, everything is normal and right again. "Speaking of that, though," she begins, and Lacey and Amy lean in. "Oh no way," crows Amy attentively from the computer chair. "You did NOT get a mosquito bite on your ass!" "Tell all, nature girl," chimes in Lacey. Her eyes shine with mischief--but at the tiniest sign of real distress from Heather, she'd be fierce with bright concern. "Maybe that shirt of yours is hanging up... onnnnn a tree?" Her voice becomes funny and dramatic. "Orrrr... maybe it's in a bush!" "Shut UP!" laughs Heather, weakly. She snuggles back into her pillow. "I just... I mean... it kind of hurts, you know?" "What does, honey?" asks Amy, more alertly now. "My... my ass," says Heather sheepishly. They all begin to laugh. Well, nevermind, thinks Heather. Nevermind not being able to remember it. And feeling okay about that, even though she shouldn't. But really, what could have happened, she reasons, picking over her secret amnesia for the tenth time. It was just some weird drunk-person's diarrhea, or something. And she has already resolved never to drink again. Well, not more than one beer in a night, anyway. Or... something like that. Whatever seems reasonable. She'll work it out. There's a knock at the door. "Come in," call two strong voices and one weaker one. Sara sticks her head in. "Hey Heather, they found where you were last night!" "Oh noooo," groans Heather. She hasn't been out of her room all day, and she'd forgotten about Denise, of course Denise would talk, but if she could forget so much else then of course she could forget this too.... She blushes brightly, and grinds her head far back into the bedclothes. She isn't used to forgetting important things. "Oh?" asks Lacey. She pats Heather's hand gently. "Yeah, um, somebody said there were like... beer stains on the floor, and stuff, and it turned out Steve and them heard some people upstairs, in exactly the same room... um... I'm sorry...." Sara begins to blush herself, as she sees how her news is affecting Heather. "Well, maybe we'd better talk to them," says Lacey. She stands and goes to the door; Amy follows with a pugnacious look on her face. They know how gossip works--though it can't be too terrible yet, since this is Heather. Everybody likes Heather. "Wait," says Heather. Lacey pauses at the door, while Amy raises her voice somewhere outside. ("Nobody fucking cares where her shirt is," she says to someone in that challenging, half-playful way she has where you know she isn't gonna back down.) "Oh. Do you need more soup?" "No... just stay with me, please?" At this moment Heather looks as sick as she really is, rather sicker than even she thinks she is--and Lacey's eyes soften. She returns to her seat on the bed, making sure not to jostle Heather too much. "Nobody is gonna leave you, babe," she says, hugging her friend. Three Friends "Guys, I'm really cold, I need to come in." Kim heard the words in the confusion of a dream, then realized Beth was actually outside the tent in the predawn darkness. Too sleepy to speak, she unzipped the door. The reality of Beth's presence caused her to unzip the side of the two sleeping bags she and Ben were sharing to allow Beth to slip inside. Kim woke up further when the reality of Beth's chilled body entered the sleeping bag. She wrapped herself around Beth as best she could, trying hard to tolerate the discomfort her nearly outside temperature feet caused on her legs. Kim pushed her head against Beth's neck, feeling her cold ears, noting that even her neck was cold. They lay like that for several minutes, Beth with her eyes squeezed shut as she suffered, Kim with her eyes lightly closed as she had dozing thoughts of hiking, scenic views...and sex. Beth had been sleeping outside on the ground in her sleeping bag, watching shooting stars with Kim and Ben until they retired into their tent for more privacy to make love as quietly and respectfully as they could. Beth had fallen asleep to the sounds of their sleeping bag sliding along the fabric of the tent, and occasional involuntary exhalations of breath and quiet groans. She thought about her relationship with Ben, how it had changed from romantic to something that almost seemed even better to her now. Now they remained best friends, seemingly platonic, but with the love and respect that came from having been lovers. Ben had met Kim nearly a year after Beth had moved into her own apartment, loving the freedom, and amazed at how "healthily" she and Ben had transitioned back to being "just friends." Beth loved Kim for loving Ben, but she also really enjoyed Kim's company, understanding why Ben spent so much time with her and intended to marry her. This trip to the coast had been one of many outings the three of them had enjoyed together over the last few months. Now Beth started to shiver. Kim wrapped her arms around her tighter, letting the warm breath from her nostrils momentarily heat the side of Beth's neck with each breath. While Beth shuddered, Kim, in her dreamy state, became aware of Beth's round bottom nestled against her abdomen. Beth was only wearing a thin t-shirt and panties, and Kim found herself enjoying the feeling of the waistband of Beth's panties and the luscious curves below rubbing against the skin of her stomach. While rubbing her arms across Beth's body to help warm her, she also found herself rocking her pelvis along Beth's bottom, feeling their panties rubbing against each other, occasionally catching and lowering Kim's towards her patch of pubic hair, or exposing the voluptuous split between the halves of Beth's bottom. After a minute, the violent nature of Beth's shivering subsided, and she panted slightly as she started to warm up. Kim remained wrapped around her, with her eyes closed and a dreamy smile on her face as she continued to rub the mound of her sex against Beth's partially exposed buttocks. She reached up to Beth's breasts and pulled Beth towards her. Beth's t-shirt was worn thin and soft, and Kim bit down on her own tongue as she slightly squeezed Beth's rigid nipples between the sides of her fingers. Beth's panting now took on a deeper and more relaxed rhythm. Kim's hands on her breasts and nipples operated as a mechanism for making Beth's mouth open as a function of the pressure applied. Kim enjoyed her newfound power for a few moments, then ran her hand down Beth's stomach and massaged her mons through the front of her panties. The warmth had never left from there, and now as the blood was returning, Kim could feel Beth's vulva begin to swell and press against the fabric of her panties. She let the pad of her middle finger work on separating the two labia, then ran her fingers to the edge of the crotch of Beth's panties began tugging and pulling on them, urging them away from Beth's moistening vagina. Missing from their consciousness despite lying right next to them, Ben began to stir and change the pattern of his respirations. Beth felt a start pass through her, as she realized the reality of the situation. "Good morning, hon," cooed Kim into Ben's ear as she turned and nuzzled against his back. Ben made a happy moan as she fit her body to his. Uncertain of what to do, Beth lay still, feeling uncomfortable, but also wishing that someone would keep stroking her swollen labia, and keep playing with her erect nipples. Kim ran her hand over Ben's naked chest, then slid down inside his boxers. His erection was surprisingly hard, even the glans seemed to be harder than usual. Ben moaned again, almost sounding pained, as Kim squeezed his penis firmly to verify its rigidity. Now Beth gasped as Kim rotated to keep Ben's erection in one hand, while moving her other hand back to attend to her moistening crotch. Hearing the familiar tone of Beth's voice within her surprised exhalation, Ben turned to look at Beth, then smiled and lay back down to enjoy Kim's attention. Beth moved her hand to grasp Kim's hip, hooking her fingers inside the strap of her panties, tugging at them to get rid of the unwanted barrier. Seemingly sensing her plan, Ben grabbed the other side of Kim's panties, and as they pulled in unison, Kim brought her knees to her chest and rocked back to allow her panties to slide off her round, curving buttocks. Beth immediately took the opportunity to cup and massage Kim's bottom, feeling Kim's moisture already saturating the mound of her vagina. Kim made a happy groaning sound, and began wriggling her buttocks from side to side, encouraging Beth to continue her explorations within the lips of Kim's vagina. Kim's labia were slick and swollen, parting easily under Beth's attention. The added stimulation induced Kim to move to her hands and knees and begin throatily sucking on her lover's rigid cock. "Oh, God!" Ben exclaimed, sounding surprised. He tangled one hand in Kim's red hair, but moved his other hand to one of Beth's lonely breasts. The touch brought tears to her eyes, as her body instantly remembered Ben's loving and expert touch. While she was happily single and not even looking, this also meant that her body hadn't been attended to by a hard cock for a year, and it suddenly took control of her. Some part of her brain that seemed disconnected from her began calculating how long it would be until she got a turn with Ben, what he might be up for, and whether to just push in front of Kim's place at the front of the line... As if possessed, Beth found herself up on her hands and knees next to Kim, eagerly trying to get her lips around any part of Ben's glistening cock that Kim left exposed. Ben reached between Beth's legs and roughly jerked her panties down to her knees, then brought the tip of his middle finger right to the swollen nib of Beth's aching clitoris. Her fluid ran down his finger, to his palm, then to his wrist as he provided Beth with the relief she needed. "I love you," she thought as her body was wracked with what seemed like one big, then one small orgasm. Feeling the swell of love rising within her, Beth now felt driven to make Kim's pussy explode with the intensity that such a loving, generous girl deserved. She began fondling and kissing Kim's gorgeous ass, enjoying the view as her pussy was involuntarily opening, waiting to be filled. Kim had now slowed in her cock sucking project, instead grabbing Ben's glans and squeezing while biting him near the base of his cock. A strand of semen was trailing from the tip of his cock towards his testicles. The sight of another woman fucking "her" man made Beth's passions rise further, and she began hungrily licking, sucking, and even biting at Kim's inner labia and hooded clitoris. Continuing with her fascination with Kim's beautiful buttocks, Beth found her fingers moving from the wetness of Kim's pussy to the tightness of her anus. She circled the ring of her anus with her slippery fingers, then felt compelled to penetrate Kim there. Kim let out a rising "Ohhhh!" as Beth pushed through the initial resistance, then began massaging the inner ring of Kim's asshole. Taking charge, Beth pushed Kim off Ben's cock, then led him by his cock and brought the tip of it to Kim's backside. Kim was on her knees, with her chest on the floor and her arms in front of her, her breasts forming curved pedestals. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was open and lustful. Beth spread the semen leaking from Ben's unusually large erection all around his glans, then guided the tip to Kim's ass. She was surprised at how easily she could get the glans to pop into Kim's ass, but prolonged the process anyway, enjoying the lewd situation she found herself in, and the erotic moans and grunts that Ben and Kim made in response to her manipulations. Reasserting herself, Kim pushed back on Ben's cock during a point that his glans had already fully penetrated her asshole, then groaned as his seemingly enormous cock filled her backside. Beth then pushed two fingers into Kim's drenched pussy, feeling the swollen walls of her vagina, and the movement of Ben's cock in her ass. Kim began to yell quietly, and sensing her pleasure, Beth put a third, then a fourth finger into Kim's passage. At this point, Kim was bucking back and forth against Ben's cock, and Beth realized that he had already exploded inside Kim's ass, but that her movements refused to release him, or even to let his erection subside. She could feel the glans of Ben's cock rubbing back and forth against her fingers through the wall of Kim's vagina. Beth began rubbing her thumb against Kim's clitoris. Kim was continuing to yell, but the volume was increasing, and she sounded as if she were in labor. Her eyes were now open, and she had risen off her chest to her hands and knees, her pendulous breasts bouncing hypnotically to Beth's gaze. Kim's mouth was open, and saliva was trailing from the corners. With a scream and an expression that looked like pain, she came explosively, breaking her rhythm as she now bucked spasmodically against Ben's loins. She collapsed and began smiling and made a small laugh, her breasts covered with sweat. "I'm getting cold," said Kim, and Beth and Ben curled up around her pulled the sleeping bag over her. Three Friends? I sat across from my friends, shocked by what they had just asked. I had known Chris and Jen for years, we'd grown up and gotten through college together, but this was out of the blue. "Come on Mike," Jen pleaded. "It'd mean so much to us," she said. She looked irresistible, long brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes and a body to die for. "Ye come on man," Chris added, trying to persuade me. I didn't need persuading though, I knew what I wanted already. "You can't tell me that you've never fantasised about a threesome with us?" "Well, to be honest I have, but wont it make things odd between us?" I asked. They had been dating for the past two years, that's how I had gotten to know Jen so well. "Course not, we've wanted to try it for some time but we were to embarrassed to ask," Jen said, trying to avoid eye contact. I looked over at Chris who was sat next to Jen on my bed, hunched forward obviously hard from the ideas in his head. "Come on babe, one of us has to get this started," Chris whispered, just loud enough for me to hear. Jen stood up and ordered me to sit next to Chris on the bed. We both sat there as she slowly slid her shirt over her head revealing her bare chest. Her tits were gorgeous, just the right size, not to big, not to small, nipples standing to attention. She began slowly rubbing her fingers over herself, cupping her tits in her hands. I could feel my cock hardening in my jeans, straightening for freedom. "Looks like you could use a release," Jen said, stepping towards me. Her hands found my belt and soon my jeans were off and my cock was out. She began stroking me softly, moving her tits just out of reach of my tongue driving me crazy. She dropped to her knees and began running her tongue along my shaft eventually taking me into her warm mouth. I was in heaven as she pumped me for all I was worth. I looked across at Chris groaning and noticed he had his own cock out. He was a little smaller than me but still a good size. "Need a hand?" I asked suddenly. He looked shocked for a moment but then nodded, sliding closer to me. Neither of us had done anything like this before. I moved closer and closer until I could feel his cock against my lips. I slowly allowed him entry to my mouth and tried to take as much of him in as I could manage. It was harder than it had always looked but felt so good to have him in my mouth as his girlfriend worked on me. I moved my lips up and down, trying to satisfy him as well as I could. I felt his hands running through my hair and he began moaning. I was trying to moan but my cries were muffled. "OOOO Mike I'm cumming," he moaned loudly. His cock stiffened and then he shot his warm load into my mouth. I did my best to swallow every drop but some escaped down my chin. I let him go and concentrated on Jen who was still working on me. I reached down and fondled one of her tits, taking her nipple between my fingers. She looked up at me, and I could feel myself reaching climax. With a moan I let my self go, my orgasm overwhelming me. I felt streams of cum spurt into her mouth and watched as she licked my shaft clean. We lay there for a few minutes. All dazed until Jen broke the silence. "Ok then boys, what's next?" she asked grinning at us. She began to remove her own trousers then knelt beside me on the bed. Her pussy was trimmed and neat and at that sight I was hard again. She climbed on top of me and I could feel Chris angling me into her wet pussy. "O god yes!" she cried as she slid all the way down. She began moving slowly, up and down, up and down, her tongue wrestling mine and her tits pressing against my chest. I rolled her onto her back and took control, moving faster together it became more intense. Her moans grew louder and her legs were hooked around me securing me in place. She suddenly stopped, giving me an evil smirk. "Are you ready?" she asked. I was confused for a moment but I soon felt what she meant. Chris' cock was pressing into my arse. I yelled out but he continued, it hurt so much but at the same time it felt so good. Jen began to laugh as her boyfriend slowly fucked me in the arse. The pain seemed to melt away and only pleasure remained. I picked up where I left off and began doing Jen again. Her tits rocked backwards and forwards as we all seemed to move as one. It wasn't long before we were all reaching climax. I felt Chris shoot his warm load into my arse which was an amazing feeling and Jen screamed with ecstasy as I shot my own into her warm and damp pussy. I continued to explore her body for a few more minutes and then lay back. We all lay there exhausted. "So, I hope we are gona do that again," Jen said, nudging me in my side. "Sure thing babe, if its alright with Mike of course," Chris answered. I looked at both of them, a smile crossing my face. "Dam right, I've still got loads to show you both." Three Friends When the knock on the door came I was still in the kitchen slicing up mushrooms and peppers for the spaghetti sauce I was preparing for that night's dinner. Sara, my wife, came out of our bedroom to answer it humming some tune that I couldn't recognize. She had been in a good mood all day anticipating our next door neighbor Abby coming over for dinner that evening. "Luke," my wife called out to me as she let Abby in our apartment, "break away from your sauce and open up a bottle of wine." I could hear the two women exchanging greetings and going straight to small talk as I searched for the corkscrew. Part of the conversation involved around Abby again apologizing for the kiss she and I shared at her Christmas party a few weeks back. My wife, of course, laughed it off. She thought it was both funny and in a way called for since it freed Abby from the unwanted attentions of one of her coworkers. Up until a few weeks before Christmas Abby had been living with her boyfriend Mark for a couple of years. We all met up about the same time and since our ages were roughly equivalent became friends. That is until Mark left Abby for another woman. The breakup was messy and once the dust settled Abby found herself living alone in a city far from home. During that time Sara began looking after Abby like a sister going as far to invite her over to our apartment every weekend when she didn't take the long drive home to see her folks. Some guys might resent their wives taking such an interest in one of her friends but I didn't mind. My wife Sara was an intoxicating blond beauty and Abby was the same except for having short raven black hair. Call me selfish and egotistical but having two women of such beauty in my home had provided me with a wealth of stupid fantasies. With the sauce needing to simmer and the wine bottle open I poured three glasses and took them into our small living room. Sara and Abby were sitting on opposite ends of the couch discussing something about the coming weekend. Sara was dressed in a loose blouse and tight fitting yoga pants while Abby was in the business casual dress she had worn to work that day. Both were stunning and in their own way and I tried not to grin like a stupid teenager because of it. "Here you go Abby," I said offering her the first glass. "Thanks," she said while smiling shyly back at me. After giving my wife the next glass I took a seat on the bean bag that was the only other place to sit in the living room careful not to spill my wine. "So Abby," Sara begins to ask, "has that guy bothered you anymore at your office?" *** With the news about Abby breaking up with her longtime boyfriend making the rounds at her work a guy by the name of Howard started asking her out. At first Abby just politely said no, telling him that it was way too soon think about dating again but he persisted. It was during one of the nights Abby had dinner with us that she opened saying that the guy wouldn't leave her alone and with the office Christmas party approaching she knew Howard was going to cause a scene. "Here's what we'll do," Sara said, "this Howard has never seen Luke here so he'll be your new boyfriend at the party." At first Abby refused saying that was way too much to ask of Sara and me. But my wife persisted and the night of the party I walked down to Abby's apartment dressed in my best sports coat to escort her to the office shindig. It was a typical boring affair with weak drinks and bad food but it allowed everyone a chance to relax. During the party Abby introduced me to Howard and far from being some dangerous stalker he actually look like a nice guy who only faults were poor social skills along with looking a little too nerdy. Unfortunately, Howard wasn't convinced that I was Abby's new boyfriend, and while I was talking with someone else across the room renewed his attempts to date Abby. "I don't know what I'm going to do," Abby said to me, "he's starting to look desperate and its beginning to scare me." "Do you trust me?" I asked Abby. "Why yes," she answered slightly confused not understanding the question. I grabbed her by the hand and we began to casually stroll around the conference room. Once I caught sight of Howard, we sat down and I began staring deeply into Abby's eyes and stroking her hair. "What are you doing?" she asked uncomfortably. "I'll solve the Howard problem if you only trust me for a few minutes." I said in return before beginning to kiss her. At first Abby was both scared and stiff but within seconds understood what I was doing. Her kiss became deep and relaxed. I'm not going to lie, she was a good kisser and I savored the taste of her tongue. I could also tell she was enjoying mine. When we broke apart I saw her face flush from a combination of embarrassment and pleasure. Others at the party had noticed as well, including Howard. The poor guy looked crushed and soon drifted off. I didn't let the issue drop, we walked around for another hour clinging to each other. The story I told Abby was that we had to make it look good for the others. She didn't really put up much of a fight. Mark's leaving had hurt her deeply and it was easy to tell she wanted companionship and the touch of another human being. I admit, I had my own selfish reasons and made sure we made out several more times. Driving back to the apartments after the party Abby was feeling extremely guilty since Sara was her best friend. She was also rather upset with me, figuring I had pressed the issue too much. I tried to explain that Sara had suffered through her own Howard and would understand. "Tell you what Abby, just to clear your conscious lets both tell Sara, that way you'll know there is nothing to be bothered about." We did and not only did Sara laugh about the whole incident she told Abby my plan was probably the only way a guy like Howard would have gotten the message. A couple of cups of coffee later she goes home to her apartment while Sara drags me to our bedroom. *** "No, Howard hasn't bothered me again," Abby says while sipping her wine, "in fact a couple of my female coworkers have asked me how Luke is in bed." This sends the women into a fit of giggles and I then decided to take my leave and finish up our dinner. Abby presence in our apartment over the months had become routine when everything was ready we all took our seats at the kitchen table and tore into the spaghetti like ravenous wolves. All told, two bottles of wine were emptied during the meal and another was opened as the ladies went back into the living room to relax as I cleaned up everything. The apartment Sara and I share is small allowing anyone in the kitchen to overhear any normal conversation. So after a few minutes when the two women started talking in hushed voices I figured they had started on a topic I didn't really need to hear. However, after I finished with the dishes I walked into the living room and plopped back down on the bean bag not really caring if I disturbed their private conversation. Abby and Sara were again on opposite ends of the couch with their feet resting on the coffee table. It became immediately evident to me that I had in fact interrupted something. Sara had this feral smile on her face like a cat about to eat a canary while Abby's smile seemed one more of embarrassment. "Okay, I said, "what did I do wrong now? "Nothing honey," Sara said leaning over to put her wine glass on the coffee table. "We were just talking and Abby let it slip..." "I was just saying," Abby interrupted appearing clearly drunk and uncomfortable, "that the last time I had any physical contact with another human being was with you at the Christmas party and that I'm dying to feel someone touch me." It was a provocative statement coming from Abby. Since Sara and I had come to know her and Mark, she was the one who was the most reluctant of our little group to share personal information. The only reason she was doing this now was the wine and Sara encouraging her. "Abby honey," Sara says still smiling like a cat, "since you and Luke told me what happened I've had this strange curiosity about how you two looked making out. Call it bizarre but I can't shake the image of my best friend and husband kissing. I couldn't get you and him to show me so I could get it out of my mind?" Abby leans back on the couch and laughs slightly, "That would be wrong so many way but frankly I want someone to touch me so bad I'm actually considering it." "Don't hold back on my account sweetie," Sara says standing up, "you've had some bad breaks. I still want to see what you two look like together. I'm going to the bedroom for a little while, consider my offer open until I get back, if nothing happens we'll all forget anything was even mentioned." Sara then looks over at me and winks, then walks down our short hall to the bedroom. I slowly get up from the bean bag and take a seat in the middle of the couch. "This is crazy," Abby says to me after she empties her wine glass. "Yeah," I admit, "but I've wanted another chance to kiss you since that night." With that I take her glass and set it on the coffee table Abby just smiles and says," If I wasn't so drunk I would get up and leave. It's almost as if this has all been planned." I lean in close to Abby and she doesn't pull back. "I can't say whether or not any of this was planned," I tell her, "but I'm sure interested in the proposal." I close the distance between us and begin to kiss her deeply. She responds immediately and our lips and tongues dance. None of this would be even remotely possible if Sara and I hadn't been so close to Mark and Abby when they were together. We had moved into our neighboring apartments about the same time and started hanging out soon after. Which quickly moved on to double dates, day trips out of town, and finally a few wilderness camping excursions where circumstances often made it impossible to be modest. In fact I had already seen Abby naked a few times with the most graphic being the morning Sara and I went on a hike and came across the two having sex in a clearing. Mark and Abby saw us and went back to what they were doing the second Sara and left. Now Mark is long gone and I'm on my couch making out with Abby. She holds nothing back and as we continue to kiss I instinctively begin to reach up the skirt of her dress. When I reach the outside area of her panties and begin to stroke her inner thighs she lets out a low moan. "Not fair" she whispers, "Sara said she wanted to see us kissing, you're out of bounds." "My wife is not here right now." I answer back fingering my way around her panties to her clit. Abby moans again this time louder and pulls back from me and dreamily looks into my eyes as my fingers explore her womanhood. She is becoming increasingly wet around her pussy and I can feel my own lust begin to burn heavily. "I want you Luke," she says while lightly kissing me on the lips. The smell of the wine on her breath is intoxicating. I reach up under her skirt and grab her panties, and with a quick pull they come down around her thighs and Abby begins to maneuver on the couch so I can remove them. She has completely forgotten about Sara and I feel her entire body shudder with anticipation. When Abby's panties are just above her knees she stands up and they casually fall to the floor. At the same time, I stand up and remove my own clothes and toss them to the side. Abby is standing in front of me, her face flushed with pure desire. I turn her around and unzip the back of her dress. As the dress falls, I unhook her bra and turn her back towards me. For a moment the look of uncertainty returns to her face and I begin to kiss her again. Her hand finds my erect cock and she gingerly strokes it in a way that drives me wild. With a sudden and unexpected insight I remove the cushions from the couch to make more room and a few seconds later I have Abby laying on it with her legs spread and me hovering over her. I slowly traced the lips of her pussy with the tip of my dick. "I've wanted to do this for a long time," I say to her. Abby is silent, seemly in some sort of spell and just continues to play with my cock. I carefully lean down using my arms to keep my full weight off her while she places the tip of my dick on her pussy. If there was any fear or uncertainty left in her mind it was deeply buried. I slowly begin to enter Abby immediately feeling how warm and wet her pussy has become. She moans softly as I begin to make long and slow strokes in and out of her. She pulls me on top of her and we start kissing again as I increase the rhythm of my thrusts. The smell of sex and sweat permeates everything surrounding us and we are little better than animals. Using just my hips I am slamming Abby with everything I have until her moans turn to screams. She cums suddenly and massively with her pussy throbbing so hard I lose my load. As the lust recedes Abby looks at me with the expression of a lost little girl. "What's wrong Abby?" I ask looking down at her while gently caressing her face. "This was so wrong," she says reflexively becoming aware of nakedness. "Things got so out of control I lost my mind. Where is Sara anyway? She's been gone far too long." We both sit up and I grab a small blanket that was draped over one of the arms of the couch and place it over Abby's body. She is stunned not really knowing whether to run or stay. "Everything is fine," I whisper pulling her close and begin to kiss her again. Abby resists a little but her unmet physical needs come roaring back and she again becomes responsive. "What have you done to me Luke?" She asks as we break away for air. "I've never felt like this before." We begin to kiss again, slow and deep. Abby eventually moves and straddle me using one of her hands to guide my cock back into her. She is on fire and almost cums again but relaxes and just lays her head on my chest enjoying the sensation. Time becomes meaningless and we just stay in that position until we both feel someone joining us on the couch. Abby looks up in shock to see Sara looking at us wearing only a loose fitting silk robe. "It's okay sweetie," she says to Abby moving closer to us both, "this is exactly what I wanted." Abby is scared and confused. She jumps off me and grabs the blanket I had draped over her. She looks around the living room for her clothes while trying to cover up with the blanket. "What is going on Sara?" she asks. "This is getting too weird it's best I leave." Sara jumps up fixing her eyes on Abby with what I could only call a cobra-like stare. Abby is transfixed and drops the her dress she had picked up just a second before. Even the blanket Abby was so desperate to use to cover her body now hangs loose ready to fall to the floor. Sara slowly moves toward Abby until they are less than an inch apart and places her hands on her face. "There's nothing weird going on Abby darling, just three friends having a good time together." Sara says then leans in and begins to kiss Abby. "What goes on between us tonight has no bearing on the outside world." Sara continues after pulling away for a moment. "I've never done anything like this before," Abby whispers. "I love you guys but I'm so confused." Sara doesn't say anything but leans in to kiss Abby again and this time she responds. I walk over to the two and remove the blanket from Abby's shoulders letting it fall to the floor. I stand behind Abby placing my hands on her hips and letting my erect cock slide in between her upper thighs. Sara stops kissing Abby long enough to look at me. "You've had your fun big boy," she says smiling, "it's my turn now." We both guide Abby back over to the couch. She sits down in the middle while Sara gently spreads Abby legs then kneels down and begins licking and sucking her clit while I sit down beside her and stroke her hair. "You taste so good babe," Sara quickly looks up at me as some of my cum drips off her lips. Abby's breathing increases and she lets out a long moan of pleasure. She turns her head towards me and I lean in to kiss her while massaging one of her tits. Both of her nipples are erect and I lean down to suck on the one to nearest to me. Abby gasps and then lets out a scream as Sara starts finger fucking her rapidly increasing speed as I gently bite down on the nipple I had in my mouth. I can tell she is about to reach orgasm again and I thoroughly enjoy the feel of her body beginning to tense up. "Don't stop...don't stop," Abby softly pleads and then the orgasm that I felt building inside her explodes. Abby's body goes into a series of spasms that continue even after Sara climbs up on the couch to sit on the other side of her. "Rest baby," Sara says while running her fingers up and down Abby's body. "The night is young and Luke and I are going to do incredible things to you." Abby is breathless and just looks at both of us and nods her head. "It's my turn," I say after a few minutes. I scoop Abby up in my arms and carry her to the bedroom and gently lay her down in the middle of the bed. I lay down beside Abby and start kissing her neck as she uses one of her hands to play with my dick. "I want to suck your cock," she says with an alluring smile. "On one of the weekends where we rented the beach house I came back in once to grab something and saw Sara sucking your dick in you all's bedroom. I thought it was sexiest thing I had ever seen. All that raw animal passion." "This night is suppose to be about you sweetie," I say, "but if its what you want." We reposition and I am now laying on the bed as Abby slides down and takes my cock into her mouth. I look over to my right and see Sara on the other side of the bed undoing the sash of her robe. She shrugs it off and climbs into bed as well watching Abby's mouth slide up and down my shaft. "You like having two women to play with?" my beautiful wife asks as she moves closer to me. I don't need to answer, Abby is quite good at what she is doing. I can feel the alternating sensation of her lips and tongue as she slides my dick in and out of her mouth. "Come here babe," I say, "let me eat you out while Abby does her thing." Sara grabs hold of the headboard and straddles my face and lowers her pussy down to my mouth where I start sucking on her clit. After just a few seconds my face is covered from my wife's wetness, something that drives me so wild I have to break the three of us apart. For a moment all three of us pause and look at each other while catching out breath. "This was some sort of setup?" Abby asks with a coy look on her face. "Yeah baby," Sara says, "are you mad?" "No," Abby admits, "but I've never done anything like this. I was raised so proper and Mark was never this adventurous." "We're not done yet," I say and by some unspoken agreement Sara lays down on the bed while Abby moves up between her legs and starts licking her pussy. I position myself behind Abby and gently raise her ass just enough to slide my dick into her pussy. She lightly moans as I begin slowly thrusting in and out of her. I look at my wife and she is enraptured by the sensations Abby is creating with the use of her tongue and lips on my her pussy. Abby had no idea how much of a setup this night actually was, Sara has been bisexual since college and one of our agreements when we married was that we would have to search out women who we could share in bed that would also satisfy my wife's secret needs. Never in a million years would either Sara and I have believed Abby would fall into that category. Time slips by and my wife is writhing in pleasure from what Abby is doing to her pussy. While Abby in turn occasionally lifts her head to moan over my increasingly hard thrusts. All three of us are approaching orgasm and it is Sara who comes first with her screams signaling the climax. Abby's orgasm is next and the convulsions of her pussy sends me over the edge. I shoot up into her so hard I am gasping for breath. Three Friends We all collapse in exhaustion on the bed with Abby in the middle. No words were spoken but all three of us know something special happened that night. Hours pass and we alternate between sleeping and making love, sometimes it just two and something it's all three of us again. It was the start of an outrageous weekend that eventually had Abby move in with us permanently. Three Friends and a Purple Cock This story is the fourth of a series which span a weekend. The series began with A Knee, A Rub, A Beer and A Babe. The series continued with: A Chair, a Guy, Wine and Two Babes, and A Man, a Woman, a Talk and a Rocking Chair. The first story introduced Jake to the gorgeous, red-haired Suz and described their kinky encounter one Friday evening in a slightly darkened bar. The second story found Jake and Suz about leave the bar when Suz's incredible, dark-haired, and longtime lover, Michele, the bartender in the first story, asked to join them. Of course, Jake and Suz agree, and the story describes their late night escapade. The third story continues in the wee hours Saturday morning as Michele seduces Jake. This fourth story picks up the tale as Suz squirms against a sleeping Jake's groin later Saturday morning. * * * I offer both public tribute and my deepest appreciation to adetaildiva for her invaluable assistance as a volunteer editor. She's fixed my grammar, placed my commas, suggested words and thoughts, and frequently "rattled" [her word] at me when I was completely off base. * * * "Good morning, Jake." I groaned, but refused to open my eyes. The body next to mine, the one around which I was spooned, shifted and turned toward me. A hand reached for, found, and wrapped itself around morning wood. "Roll over, Jake." My mind, barely awake, attempted to tell me why there was both a voice and a body in my bed. The invading hand released wood and pushed impatiently against my left hip, rolling me onto my back. The body next to me shifted and a leg slid over my groin. The body pushed itself into a kneeling position above me, one knee opposite either hip. The hand regrasped wood and directed it. Slowly, something noticeably warm and moist replaced the hand, enveloped wood, settled itself on my groin, and began a slow vertical bounce. "Go back to sleep, Jake. I've got all I need." Without opening my eyes, I was struck by reality. There was a woman sitting on top of me fucking herself with my cock. The question to be settled was: which woman? I raised a hand to her chest, seeking the answer. She was Suz. Michele would have been smaller. My right arm flopped sideways to its full length but found nothing. "Where's Michele?" I wondered. I opened my eyes and looked up into a smiling face highlighted by a pair of wondrous blue eyes and framed in wild red hair. "Good morning, Suz. Fancy finding you here." Her smile expanded into a small chuckle. "Yes, fancy indeed, Jake. I can't say you're exactly she with whom I planned to spend this morning when I left work yesterday, but I'm certainly not disappointed. You were a real treat last night." Suz's motion on hanged. She no longer bounced vertically. Her hips moved more in an oval. As she came down, she angled forward. Upon striking my body, she slid herself backward scraping her clitoris across my coarse pubic hair, while maintaining my cock fully inside her pussy. She then pushed herself back up until only the head of me was inside her. Then back down. Round and round she patiently rocked as we continued our morning's banter. "I'll take that as a compliment and thank you. I can't say that I expected to find any she here in this bed with me this morning. You're right, though. Last night was pretty amazing for me." "Only pretty amazing, Jake? Let's review. You got a hand-job in a public bar. You came home and got fucked and sucked by two beautiful lesbians before falling asleep. Then, you had your little tryst with Michele during the wee hours this morning. Oh, yes, she told me all about it. Now you're trying to tell me last night was only pretty amazing?" Suz asked with lifted eyebrows. "There's that word again, lesbian. Michele used it last night. This time Suz is the one who used it." "Pretty amazing might have been an understatement," I laughed, feeling a bit out of my element." "How about an incredible, one-of-a-kind encounter, something experienced rarely and by only a very few men?" Suz suggested hyperbolically. "...only a very few men, indeed. So why me?" "You're probably closer to the mark. I have to say, though, I loved every moment of the three of us," I answered, as my hands found her nipples and began playing. "Of course you did, Jake. I am a bit peeved about your taking advantage of Michele last night without me." "My taking advantage of her? What exactly did that little minx tell you? All I did was wander off to the bathroom after someone woke me up by announcing she was cold. I fully expected nothing more than a quick pee and then back to bed. Instead, I was attacked by this sex-starved woman," I defended myself futilely. "A likely story. Next, you'll want me to believe it was all Michele's fault you fell prey to her seductive wiles." "In fact, that's the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, Ma'am." "Don't you Ma'am me, mister. Did my demure little friend explain my preferences for the morning?" "Demure? Michele? Yeah, right." "Absolutely she did, Suz." "Um, that feels good, Jake. Keep it up. I love the way you're tugging at my nipples. Now, are you up to performing those duties?" "What am I doing right now?" "Ahem, duties?" I questioned. "Michele seemed to speak in terms of a singular, sensual pleasure as opposed to multiple duties." "Duties, Jake, duties," gasped Suz. "Hm, would you care to elaborate a bit on the word, duties. Oh, and do you know what happened to our diminutive companion," I asked, emphasizing the last two words with quick pumps of my hips. "She went out, but with a promise to return shortly," Suz managed to respond, as her hips quickened and her breath shortened. "So, it's just you and me at the moment," I deduced in a flash of male brilliance. "You're a quick study. Pull on them, Jake. Stretch them, please." "Um, she's liking this. I can play harder with her nipples." "In my own defense, Michele did promise her assistance this morning," I managed as my fingers pulled her nipples taut. "She can be deceptive, Jake." "Yes, I'm beginning to see there's much more to Michele than meets the eye." "You're so right there, big man. Now, with all respect, please shut up and fuck me hard." My hips thrust upward to meet Suz's next downward slide, as my fingers twisted and pulled her nipples. Suz's hips moved faster as my thrusts met hers. Her cheeks slowly turned a bright red and dots of dew crept onto her furrowed forehead. Sounds from Suz's throat replaced our words as she moved faster and faster. I stared into her eyes and she into mine, establishing a dual connection: one below and one above. She leaned forward, supporting herself with her hands on my shoulders. Her stroke against my groin lengthened, but her eyes did not leave mine. A long, low, slow groan began deep within her body and increased in volume as it ascended through her throat and escaped out her mouth. The walls of her pussy tightened their grip on my cock and her voice wailed her arrival. I felt a contraction and another. I counted the first few, as they were the strongest. Gradually, the contractions lessened and then stopped altogether as did her voice and her motions against me. She collapsed onto my chest, her open mouth finding mine. She panted her hot breath into me, unable to do more. My tongue entered, finding her dry. As I traced a wandering route throughout her mouth, her moisture returned. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and explored beneath and around mine. My hands intertwined themselves in her wild, red hair, pulled, and tugged her head side-to-side. Tears zig-zagged down her still crimson cheeks, as my mouth left hers and licked salt before returning home. My hands, still in her hair, pulled her head back as my mouth found her throat, where I licked and nibbled and sucked lightly. I released her head and our mouths rejoined as our tongues again played and dueled until she broke the kiss with a wide smile gracing her face. She greeted me with a long, drawn out "um," as she licked her lips. I proudly displayed my own ear-to-ear grin, no longer feeling out-of-place. She pushed herself back into a sitting position, my rigid cock still inside her. "May I be selfish?" she began. I raised my eyebrows out of curiosity, waiting for her to continue. "Can you keep that sequoia in its present state long enough for me to use the bathroom and make myself presentable?" I chuckled at her request before answering, "Suz, you're already way past presentable." "Spoken like a true man, Jake, but thank you anyway," she blushed. "And as for my guy down there, he may be nothing but a sapling by the time you return." "I'll bet I can encourage him otherwise," Suz bragged confidently. "Oh, and Jake," Suz drew out my name as though she wanted something more. "Would you please go downstairs and get some of that wonderful coffee I smell?" I smiled my answer and asked, "Plain coffee for you, Suz?" "An enlightened man. Amazing." "Am I going to be subjected to 'man' comedy now? I've got to get some answers about this lesbian thing." I just grinned and helped Suz dismount. I climbed out of bed, found an old pair of shorts and pulled them on. I headed downstairs to the kitchen and saw two cups laid out for us atop a note which read, "Good morning, Jake. You were a hard good, hard man last night. LOL I'm off to retrieve a few things. Be back soon. Eagerly, Michele." Michele's note brought a grin to my face. Before I poured our coffee, I found the downstairs bath and spiffed up a bit. I brushed my teeth, returned to the kitchen, poured two cups, and carried them upstairs. I met Suz as she was exiting the bathroom and handed her a cup. She lifted hers, smiled her gratitude, and toasted all those who were yet to come this morning. I thanked her, considering myself likely to fall into the set of her toast. I added my own, "here, here," and we clinked cups before simultaneously taking our first sips of strong, morning brew. Suz went directly to the bed, climbed up, lay on her back with her head off the edge of the bed, looked pointedly at my shorts, grinned, and asked, "May I put some life back into that, ahem, sapling, Jake?" "Which is it, Jake: questions or a blow job? Hm, I really need Michele here for the questions." I shucked my shorts and entered soft. My hands found the bottom of Suz's head as her hands found the back of my ass. She pulled first and lips met pubes. Suz was not one to back away. Her head twisted, her throat vibrated, and I grew. Before long, I extracted from her mouth one fully rigid cock. Grasping my cock near its base with my right hand, I gave Suz a few friendly smacks of hard cock alongside her cheeks and forehead. I traced a figure eight around her eyes and over the bridge of her nose. I wrapped myself in her hair and slid against the bottom of her head, my own cock's head tickling the back of her neck. I moved to her side, drew back her hair and traced the perimeter of her ear, causing Suz to moan her approval in the same manner a Star Trekian Ferengi would beg for more stroking of its most sensitive erogenous zone. Suz opened her mouth, inviting me back. I was in no hurry, so I fed her only the head of my cock and began fucking with that sensitive inch. She tried with only her mouth to gobble more, but from her position, she had no ability to force me deeper. She grabbed again for my ass and tried pulling me into her. I resisted. Finally, she pushed me away, but just long enough to demand, "Fuck my face—please, Jake." "Hm, that's an interesting invitation, but let's slow it down just a bit." "Would m'lady like more?" I asked with the lilt of mock chivalry. Falling quickly into character, Suz answered, "Oh, kind sir. I am but a poor, helpless maiden lured into your bed and there abandoned by her wicked lover. Please, sir, have your way with me; do with my body as you will, but first, if you would be so kind as to grant me one minor favor." "What favor would that be, unfortunate, helpless wench?" "Allow me the singular honor of immersing that colossal and mighty shaft, at which I'm staring so longingly, deep inside this dainty and unworthy mouth." Breaking character now, I relented, "Ah, Suz, how could any, ahem, man, resist you?" She opened her eyes a bit wider for emphasis, met my own, and answered with only a scoffing, "Ha." I gave her what she desired and with my hands beneath Suz's head, we soon found a mutually comfortable rhythm. I stood above her and stroked her mouth and throat leisurely. I drove my cock to the depths of her throat. She took me easily. I slowly pulled out and thrust again. Her hands at the back of my ass encouraged my pace. Suz's mouth was exquisite. She was warm and wet. Her mouth, tongue and throat stimulated every tiny millimeter of my cock, as though millions of tiny bubbles constantly popped as they slid across my delicate skin. As I struck bottom, her nose tickled my perineum, and my balls slapped her cheeks. These added stimuli were slowly bringing my cum to a boil. At the same time as Suz's mouth stimulated me physically, I experienced my first real opportunity to be visually stimulated by her body. There she was, completely naked and laid out before me as though she were a feast for my gluttonous eyes to devour. Bright crimson dotted the tips of her toes. They appeared to be eminently suckable toes. I filed that assessment for later experimentation. Her legs were even better than I'd imagined when I'd stared at them in the bar the night before. Lightly tanned, lightly muscled and slightly longer than expected, I knew they were good legs, well cared for legs, legs accustomed to exercise, legs of which any owner would be proud. Smooth and sensual, I easily could picture those legs wrapped around either my waist pulling my body into hers, or around my neck trapping my face against her pussy. Those legs met in a vee at a place she keep either shaven or waxed or whatever women do. I recalled my mouth's enjoying not only unobtrusive labia the night before, but also more than a minor nub immediately above her lovely lips. While Suz's stomach could not be described as, abs-of-steel, with her being laid out in this fashion, it was flat and almost devoid of extra weight. An excellent stomach, I concluded. Her breasts, as I already knew from the night before, were quite real and not enhanced by the marvels of today's surgical techniques. They weren't large and they weren't small. Her nipples didn't stick out in rock-hard, two-inch points. They were, though, a full yellow number 2 eraser head, but with a slightly crinkled texture. Her skin was clear, but for a few freckles left over from the summer. She was tanned where a modest woman might be tanned and untanned elsewhere. Her lips were neither pouty nor thin. Yet they, like the rest of her body, were good lips. They were kissable lips, as I already knew oh-so-well from the kisses we'd shared both this morning and the night before. Although I couldn't see Suz's smile, what with her mouth's being stuffed full of cock, I knew her smile matched the rest of her body. It could be professional, teasing, inviting, stand-offish, or just plain sexual. I recalled my first look at her face from a few minutes earlier this morning. Her eyes had smiled showing small lines of experience at their corners. Her lips invited something far beyond a chaste kiss. Then there was her hair. It was sensual hair, dark-red hair, more or less shoulder length hair, thick hair with a kinky wave. It was hair that caught a man's eye and made him want to grab it and pull it and run it through his fingers, but moreover, Suz's hair made a man wonder about the person topped by that hair. My mind's exploring Suz's body made me want to taste her just as she was tasting me. My almost-ready-to-explode balls reminded me that perhaps a respite from Suz's advanced, oral stimulation might be in order. "Your turn," I announced. Something unintelligible sounded from Suz's stuffed throat. Not waiting for further answer, I pulled myself from her mouth and lifted her head and shoulders from beneath. I slid her torso clockwise and made a quick grab for her legs. I pulled those legs to the edge of the bed previously occupied by her neck and shoulders. With Suz's ass extended slightly off the bed, I knelt, lifted, separated and did all that stuff necessary to open her for my viewing, touching, pinching, probing, pulling, licking, nibbling, and even biting pleasure. Her moist, pink skin shimmered as did the sun's reflection across the tips of a warm, spring evening's Lake Michigan waves. My first touch excited my taste buds as I stole a long, slow, gentle, tangy lick across her anus, over her pussy, and on upward to her clitoris, where I lingered. I gave her two more identical licks, just to let her know I carried no phobia about her body parts. I retreated to her thighs and stroked with fingernails, while my mouth licked, sucked, and nibbled. Suz may have wanted a quick cum, but that wish wasn't to be. She'd already cum once this morning and it was a time to tease and delight, well, to tease her and to delight me. I especially enjoyed her small quivers as my teeth or nails struck a particularly sensitive nerve. My mouth and fingers traveled up the inside of her left thigh from her knee to her pussy. They traced the same path along the inside of her right thigh. I paid particular attention to that nerve-laden crease between each thigh and her groin. I didn't hurry, preferring instead to take my time and enjoy her body's reactions. Suz's sounds, coupled with my occasional glances at her serene face, confirmed that I was moving on an acceptable track toward bliss. It was time to escalate matters. My lips found nether lips and carefully sucked first one and then the other into my mouth. My teeth nibbled along each labium. As I sucked and nibbled, she offered her appreciation with approving sounds and motions, each stroking my ego. I abandoned labia in favor of the long valley between them. I licked slowly up and back, stopping occasionally to penetrate an open and inviting pussy. As much as I wished to attack her clitoris and bring her to an intense and almost instant orgasm, I avoided at all cost that small pleasure point. My tongue slid lower and encountered a puckered anus. I licked: quick licks across her anus and slow licks around her anus. I bit at the cheeks of her ass only a fraction of an inch from the rim of her anus. I traced circles around her anus. I hardened and rolled my tongue and tried shoving it into her anus. It wouldn't penetrate. I wet a finger in her now overflowing well-of-cum and slid that finger into her anus. I moved my finger in a circular motion, trying to enlarge her hole, while drawing another moan of encouragement from Suz. I pulled the finger, immediately tried to insert my hardened tongue and was rewarded with what felt like a centimeter of success. Backing off, I wet a second finger and inserted both into Suz. Again, I twirled those fingers. I spread those fingers. I pushed those fingers deep, well past their second knuckles. More moans. Perhaps a slight pump of her hips. I rolled my tongue as tight as I could. I invaded and breached her defenses. I had a full half-inch inside Suz's ass. "Oh, Jake, that is so nice," Suz complimented, drawing out the word so for emphasis. She continued, "What are you possibly doing back there?" I withdrew my tongue and answered, "Don't you worry about that, Suz. Just relax and enjoy." Immediately, my tongue was back at the entry to Suz's ass. I successfully pushed it in and withdrew it. Back in and withdrawn again. With each push, I slid in easier and deeper. I pressed my mouth to Suz's anus and forced my tongue as deep as it would plunge causing clear shutters from beneath. Three Friends and a Purple Cock Suz's finger found her own clitoris and stroked, but I was in no mood to permit her self- gratification. Now was a time for me to tease, for me to extend and for me to allow her to cum only at my pace, not at hers. I removed her finger and interlocked my fingers with hers, as though we were teenagers holding hands. She tried to complain, but I firmly shushed her. "Oh, Jake, deeper. Go deeper, please." My tongue would go no deeper. I had but two choices: a thumb and a cock. I opted for a third, abandonment. I withdrew my tongue from Suz's ass and retreated to patiently tracing slow wide swathes between her labia, leaving her no option but to calm. My spare hand found Suz's second hand twisting and tugging on a nipple. I grabbed that hand and like her first, began enjoying simple, non-sexual interdigitation. She raised her head and stared her indignation at my interference. It was time to walk Suz back up the ladder to orgasm. Having discovered the evening before the secret process of clamping onto and dragging my teeth across her slightly protruding siren's head, I proceeded directly to that goal. I knew I couldn't give her much, else she would explode almost immediately, so I approached with extreme caution. At first, I held my teeth at bay and used only my tongue for licking. I could tell she liked it, but it would not bring her the release she craved. I quickened the pace, flicking the tip of my tongue rapidly across her taut bud. That technique brought about a course of severe bucking against my mouth and face, coupled with pleas for more. I tolerated her demand, knowing that what she really wanted had not yet begun. I trapped her nub between my lips and applied the pressure of my teeth to the inside of my lips, knowing she would both recognize the delaying tactic, but also feel the increased tension on her little cum button. I pulled back my head, allowing my lips to traverse the short length of her. She replied with clear shutters of pleasure, coupled with her hips attempting to force herself deeper into my mouth. At great risk of pushing her over her edge, I repeated my actions several times. She added her own eighty-eight key range of sound to an ever-growing set of reactions. As she approached her point of no return, I backed away and resumed slowly tonguing her trough. "Bastard." It was no more than a whisper. I chuckled and resumed my slow torture, the best part being that I knew that she knew that I knew exactly what I was doing to her. After a few moments, I moved back to her pearl and again applied my lips-reinforced-by-teeth technique. She bucked. I continued, but applied less pressure than before. She calmed and I escalated. On and on we went as though we were sitting on opposite ends of a teeter-totter. I increased stimuli causing her to try harder, in reaction to which I slowed causing her to calm. I was having fun. "Please, Jake, please." "Now that's certainly better than calling me a bastard," I thought to myself. " Maybe it's time to allow her cum." I lifted my head, caught her eye and smiled. It was a smile that said, "Yes." She acknowledged my promise with a small grin of her own. Our deal was struck. I attacked her now engorged girl cock. My teeth found that enhanced nub of nerves, encircled it and pulled. She yelped. My teeth repeated their clamp and pull technique on her peeping sentinel and Suz continued yelling. "My ass, Jake, my ass. Shove your thumb in my ass, Jake, please." She lifted just a bit. I shoved my thumb quickly into her pussy, just for courtesy lubrication, withdrew it and unceremoniously ran it straight into her ass. My mouth quickly was back at Suz's sugared praline, biting and dragging. Before long, Suz was bouncing uncontrollably in time with my bites and drags. Suddenly, her anus contracted against my thumb, first once and then a second time and then a third time and then more and more and more. She screamed her pleasure over and over as she collapsed, reduced to no more than a rag doll. "That, was intense, Jake," Suz managed between ragged breaths. "You give remarkable head. Now, my good man, would you be so generous as to climb up here and fuck me." "How could I turn down a gracious invitation like that?" "What's your preference, Suz? Boobs up? or Boobs down?" "Down, Jake, down," Suz rolled over and placed her hands and knees on the bed. I crawled behind her, reached down, spread her and slowly pushed myself into her. My hands found her hips and I began pumping and pulling as she pushed in time with me. Fucking Suz was an absolute joy. Each time I pumped into her, she pushed back against me. I soon took one hand from Suz's hips and reached between her legs hoping to find a vacant clitoris to stroke. A few moments earlier, Suz had abandoned her hands and knees position and had simply gone face down on the bed. Now I discovered why as my hand encountered hers. She had beaten me to her hot spot. Suz was actively working herself. From the actions of her hips, I'd say she was working herself quite nicely indeed, as she was beginning to quake. I withdrew my now spare hand, wetted that thumb with my own mouth and slowly slid it back into Suz's ass. That did the trick. She began bucking and howling. I quickened my pace and continued fucking. Suddenly, her anus gripped my thumb, her pussy gripped my cock, and I again was treated to her repeated contractions of joy. Chalk up cum number three for the early morning. I wondered how many more Suz required. As Suz calmed, I did as well. Nothing but slow fucking now. I pushed into Suz slowly, but as deep as I could go. I withdrew slowly, but all the way out until only the very tip of me touched her vagina. Long, slow, deep, wet strokes they were. Before too long, I heard Suz again say my name in that long drawn out manner. "Yes, Suz," I responded. "Will you see if that beast of yours will fit in my ass?" I'd been wanting for the past few minutes to roll Suz over onto her back so I could watch as I fucked her. "Why not kill two birds with one stone?" I thought to myself. "Suz, what man could possibly turn down the opportunity to fuck a lesbian in the ass?" I teased and was about to continue when Suz interrupted. "Watch yourself, Jake. There are two of us lesbians and only one of you. We will retaliate if you get too cocky," she threatened with a sly smile as though she harbored some secret known only to herself and Michele. "Retaliation? I hope it's interesting." "You'll just have to wait to find out, big guy. Now, you were about to say?" I paused a moment. "I was about to say I have just one condition to my, ahem, carrying out this anal fantasy of yours. I wanna watch, so you need to roll over." "That's good, Jake. I want to watch your face as well because in the next few minutes you're going to pump your scalding seed deep into that hot, tight hole down there." "Sounds great to me, Suz. I'm going to pull out for a moment first and grab a little something to make my entry easier. You roll over and I'll be right back." She just purred as I pulled out and sprinted to the bathroom. There, inside the second drawer on the left side of the sink at which Michele had so sensuously washed my hands the night before, was a bottle of Astroglide. I grabbed it and made my way back to the bedroom. Suz was on her back and ready. Her ass was halfway off the bed. Her hands held her ankles wide apart. She was as open as open could be. I showed her the Astroglide, drawing a smile from that angelic face of hers. I dribbled a few drops on my cock and masturbated myself in her open view and within inches of her ass. I lifted her ass and dribbled a few more drops onto her anus. Three fingers, now thoroughly covered with that magic fluid, easily slid into her. After a few quick pumps, she announced, "That feels great, Jake. I think I'm ready for you." Positioning the head of my cock directly on her slightly gaping anus, I instructed, "Whenever you're ready, Suz, push." Push she did. Her push met a slow, short thrust of my own and I was inside. I began stroking carefully, allowing her to control the depth at first. For all my care, Suz's own thrusts quickly made it clear that she wanted me deep. I didn't go fast, but I did go deep, deeper, as deep as my cock would slide. My hands found her breasts and held on for support. My hips rocked in time with Suz's own hips. Suz's concentration was evident as her eyes narrowed to slits. Small, dew-coated furrows again crossed her forehead. Her cheeks proudly displayed that same sexually-induced, deep-rose blush I'd seen earlier. Her arms tried to spread her legs even wider offering me still deeper access to her hole. I removed my hands from her breasts and reached under and around the outsides of her thighs so my hands rested on the tops of those thighs. Her legs lay over the tops of my arms. I lifted and stepped forward, spreading her even wider. With her hands now released, she quickly made contact with a finger on either side of her love button. My stroke both quickened and deepened. Suz met and equaled my every advance. "Now, Jake, now. Fuck me hard." Suz urged as her fingers quickened. "Open your eyes, Suz. Watch my face as I shoot my juice deep inside your ass." I reared back and slammed into Suz. She exploded. I felt her muscles contacting around my cock. I heard her scream, "Again, Jake, again." I slammed into her with more force, my balls banging against the cheeks of her ass beneath her anus. Another slam and another. More contractions of her anus. Her finger a blur as she continued to rub her cum trigger hard. Suddenly, I heard the outside door open. I heard little feet running up the stairs. "Hi, guys. Oh, my goodness. I did not expect to find Jake with that in there," exclaimed Michele in semi-shock. Michele quickly gathered herself and performed a perfect swan dive onto the bed. She twisted and her face and found Suz's pussy. Her mouth attacked. Suz screamed, as her head flung itself from side to side and her hips bucked uncontrollably. Her hands found Michele's head and smashed it into her pussy. Suz was right at her edge and began a loud, demanding rant at her small lover, "Eat my pussy, slut. Bite my clitoris, you worthless pussy-slurping woman. Eat me, bite me, suck me, use me while this man pummels my ass with his rock-hard, gigantic man-cock. Do it, girl. Make yourself useful down there. Harder, slut. Bite me. This man's better than you are. Get to work. Faster, pussy girl, faster. Harder now, harder. Bite me!" On and on Suz ranted until her contractions began anew, repeated themselves and then finally subsided. We all slowed and soon stopped. I stood with my turgid cock stuck in Suz's ass as the women began chatting. "So, Suz, has Jake been as good to you this morning as he was to me late last night?" Michele turned her head and asked her lover. "Jake has been wonderful, sweetie," Suz responded, "but I don't think he's had his just reward yet." "No just reward you say. What do you think we should do about that, Suz?" pondered Michele. "Well, he apparently was good to you last night even though the two of you chose to exclude me from the festivities. He somewhat made up for that gaff this morning while you were gone. Actually, I'd say he's acquitted himself quite nicely and that he's more than earned his just reward," Suz responded. "Well, of course, we'll give him his just reward, but how should we do it?" continued Michele. "I don't know, Michele. It sounds like you and he got a bit kinky last night. Do you think he has any more kinks we don't know about?" "I've no idea," answered Michele. "All I know of Jake is that he drinks nasty tasting beer, sometimes can have a sour disposition if he arrives at the bar directly after work, and otherwise seems to be a decent enough guy." "What about it, Jake?" asked Suz. "Do you have any other, um, interesting preferences in which one or both of us might engage you?" I thought for a moment. "Not really. I like fucking. I like sucking." "So, you don't like toes?" queried Suz. "Or anal?" Michele laughed with the twinkling of knowledge in her eye. "Or other men?" probed Suz. "Or a bit of bondage?" added Michele. "You're not a D?" wondered Suz. "Or a closet s?" offered Michele. "Exhibitionism?" continued Suz. "I mean, you did cum on my leg last night in the middle of a semi-crowded bar." "Voyeurism!" exclaimed Michele. "You enjoyed watching Suz and me last night." "No," I answered. "I'm kind of a meat and potatoes guy, a bread and butter man. You know, catsup is the universal seasoning. Slam, bam, thank you, Ma'am. I own no sex toys. You two already have pushed way past the corners of my imagination. Toes are kind of nice to play with, but outside of a bit of licking and sucking and faux fellatio, I'm not quite sure what to do with them. Anal's nice and I'll even admit that I'm a bit curious myself." "Actually, though, there is something I'd really like right now." That brought a smile to two faces as they exchanged a private, but telling glance at each other. "What's that, Jake?" Michele purred. I screwed up my man courage and continued, "Guys, while there's almost nothing I'd like to do right now more than sticking myself into either or both of you, I've just got to ask some questions." "Are you sure you want to, Jake? We're in the mood now for more of that excellence you provided both last night and just a few minutes ago, but I don't know how long that mood will last," Suz warned as a serious look crossed her face. "Is that a threat?" I wondered. "I'm not sure at all, but I'm going to ask anyway. Basically, it's just one question." "Plus about a thousand follow ups." "Michele?" "What now, Jake? I suppose you want more head from poor, li'l, innocent me while you ask your silly questions." "No. I want you to go downstairs and find a carafe in the cupboard above the coffee maker. Fill it with coffee and bring it up here. Will you, please? Suz worked me over pretty good and I need to clean up a bit." "Sure, Jake. Is there anything else Master wishes?" she mocked. "Just your presence up here." "Um, Jake?" "Yes, Suz." "Ladies first?" I chuckled, bowed, and swept my arm gracefully beneath my bent torso as Suz exited, stage-left, to the bathroom. Suz soon returned and I excused myself. I quickly cleaned myself, took a quick pee, and returned to the bedroom. A minute later, Michele arrived carrying the carafe and a cup for herself. She refilled Suz's and my cups and poured her own before sitting on the floor at the base of one of the easy chairs. Suz took the seat of the chair above Michele. She suddenly looked uncomfortable wearing no clothes. "Would you like a shirt or blanket or something, Suz?" She looked up at me and smiled, showing a bit more comfort. She uncrossed her arms from her chest and turned toward me. "Thanks, Jake, that'd be nice." I pulled both an old tee and tennis shorts from a nearby dresser drawer. Here, Suz, try these. She slipped the shirt over her head, crinkled her nose at the shorts, and set them aside. She pulled her knees up onto the chair's cushion and stretched the tee over them. Michele spread her arms above her head as Suz leaned down and kissed her forehead. One of Suz's hands found one of Michele's and held on. They looked as though they belonged with each other. I stared for a moment and asked simply, "What's going on?" The women looked at each other as Suz asked, "Do you want to take it or should I?" "You start. I already know pretty much what you're going to say, so I'll run into the restroom for a minute and catch up when I return." Michele answered. Suz nodded her approval, took a good draw of her coffee, gave a tentative smile, and began as Michele left the room. "You asked, Jake, and you're entitled to know. Michele and I talked this morning while you were sleeping and she explained that last night she told you a little about the two of us. She said she let the 'L' word slip. She also told me you were curious, but your curiosity didn't get in the way of your satisfying her cravings." "Well, I..." "Shush, Jake." "Lesbian, it's an interesting designation. Consider Sapphos, the great poet from way back in the BC days. It's written that she loved women. It's also written that she not only married, bore a daughter, but also killed herself by leaping off the Leucadian Cliffs because she couldn't have the sailor she loved. Suz paused; I guessed to let that unexpected beginning sink in. She continued. "Is lesbian only about love? Is it only about sex? Is it about feminism? About politics? Or, is it some combination of all those, plus most likely other factors? Michele and I have been all over the chart discussing those issues both ourselves and with others. We've concluded that answers may be important for the lesbian community as a whole, but no answers are necessary for her and me right now. Here's why, Jake, and then you judge for yourself what's important and what's not. "Michele and I have been in love with each other for almost five years. She's special in my life and I know I am in hers. If we were man and woman, we'd be married. In fact, we've even considered moving to one of those places that would include us in its legal definition of marriage. In the end, though, we've decided that such a move would be more a political statement than a dedication of our love for each other. Simply put, we both know who we are and we're each quite comfortable in our own skin. "Having said that, I want to tell you that last night, both in the bar and here in your home, were unique in my..." she corrected herself, "in our lives. Michele and I are both sufficiently vain to believe they might have been for you as well. "It's not that we've never had sex with a man. There was a time when we each were married. In fact, we each have a child, both of whom now are adults. "Additionally, on rare occasions, we've invited a man to join us for an evening, and I mean an evening. You're the only man who's found us with him in the morning. Michele says it's the way you inhaled her fragrance last evening. I was hooked on you with our first kiss. I recalled throughout that kiss that you'd said you particularly liked first kisses. I suspect that, at least among my circle of both hetero and bi friends, I'm the only woman whose first kiss with a man was laden with his cum. That was totally unexpected and, quite yummy." Suz gave a very real and slightly embarrassed smile before continuing, "Michele and I think we're pretty simplistic about all of the lesbian stuff. We love each other. Our sex together is wonderful. But we also have male friends and on a couple of occasions we've..." I interrupted, "It's beginning to sound as though I'm destined to be one of the stable, to be summoned bi-annually..." "Stop, Jake. Don't you dare go down the pity road. "To be blunt, Michele and I have decided over the past six months or so that we miss a man in our lives, but we love each other and enjoy our time together way too much to give up our relationship in exchange for a man. After much talk and soul searching, we've selfishly decided to have our cake and eat it too. "I'm intrigued." "After last night's experience, Michele and I spoke again this morning of inviting a man along with us on our journey. It's scary though. The last twelve hours have been our only trip into this concept so far and those hours are still a blur in our minds. There's no calculated plan. We don't know where anything will lead, but we're confident that someday, wherever we land and with whomever we land, it'll be both a good place and a grand trip." Three Friends and a Purple Cock Just then Michele returned and took her seat on the floor as Suz was finishing. She reached up and the women again joined hands. "Jake and I have been chatting about lesbians and other men and us. I've briefly told him of our thought of inviting a man..." "I'll bet he thinks it's gonna to be him," Michele scoffed. "I don't know, sweetie, we haven't gotten that far. Maybe you could ask him that question," Suz told her lover, as two faces turned to look directly at me. I paused long enough to gather my thoughts. "Like you two, last night was unique in my life. I've never been with two women before. "As for the rest of it all, I guess I have two basic questions: what is this journey? and why are you interested in me?" "Well, Jake, the answer to your first question is easy. Our journey is my life and Suz's life and the life of our mate, if we find one. "The short answer to your second question is that we got lucky when we found you because we weren't looking for you; well, not you personally anyway at that time. The longer answer is a bit more complicated." Suz took over, "We're serious about finding a mate. It's not been an easy search. We're extremely picky and truth be told, until last night, we hadn't even come close to finding the man we're seeking. "Before we happened onto you, we thoroughly researched each man we thought of before we approached him. We rejected most of those for one reason or another without even meeting them. We did meet a few, but none seemed to be the right fit." "Are you a science fiction fan, Jake?" Michele asked. Noting my affirmative nod and tentative, "Yes," she continued, "Did you ever read the second book of Isaac Asimov's Foundation trilogy?" I paused for a moment recalling one of my favorites. Her reference actually was easy. "Are you going to tell me I'm the Mule?" I laughed, while recalling Asimov's superhuman mutant whose abilities enabled him to read and alter peoples' minds to suit his own purposes. "Hopefully an easier going mule than Asimov created," Michele laughed back. Suz continued, "You see, Jake. We just happened upon you. Michele and I actually have a date to meet someone else for brunch tomorrow, but then you came along last night. Give credit to Michele. She saw you at the bar and motioned for me to say something to you. A minute later, after you shot me down, I understand that she nudged you back to me. From there, it was just raw chemistry." "Jake, how long have you and I known each other?" Michele asked. "Six or seven years, I think." "That seems about right to me. In all those years, the only contact you and I ever had was your occasionally coming into the Swan, right?" I nodded and Michele continued, "Well, sometimes you'd come in with a scowl on your face, but you've always been respectful to me and to all of the other people there, whether they're patrons or employees. That's a quality Suz and I both admire in a man. On top of that, you're a nice looking man. You appear to keep yourself in decent physical condition. I've never seen you drunk. You seem to be professionally successful. More importantly though, in the conversations I've had with you and I've overheard your having with others, you've shown yourself to be intelligent and insightful, with the dry sense of humor Suz and I both appreciate. "Last night when you appeared out of the blue and sat down next to Suz, it struck me. The guy we'd been looking for has been sitting right here in front of me for years. Then you insulted Suz. I almost took your beer bottle and cracked you over the head with it. Instead, I decided to give you a second opportunity. To say you passed with flying colors is about as understated as could be." Suz took over, "Jake, when you told me you liked first kisses and interesting sex, you scored serious points. You'd quite obviously been checking out my legs and my face rather than my breasts and that scored points as well. I have to admit, I'd been checking you out at the same time and I appreciated what I saw. "I decided to get brazen. I've never done public sex; never in my life. It's just not a part of my makeup. But, after you apologized and I caught a few smiles from Michele, I figured, what the Hell. I'm going to start something and see where it leads. Is he for real or not about this interesting sex thing? Can he make a first kiss truly memorable? "Both Michelle and I agree that you, um, rose to the occasion about as nicely as you possibly could have and answered both of those questions with resounding yeses." Michele took over and continued, "And so, Jake, we decided to accompany you home and see what else we could learn about you. We learned that you're an excellent lover. Last night, you were creative and respectful. You handled both Suz and me easily, not that we're all that difficult. "Moreover, you not only got through my little kink session, but you contributed to it and pushed me well past where I'd intended to go." Suz spoke now, "So, here we are Jake. You know everything we know." "Wow! I didn't expect to hear that story. I like these women. They know what they want; they're smart; they have ideas; they're beautiful; they're fun." "I'm incredibly flattered by all of this. A wise person once told me there were four 'Ls' in any good relationship." Two women suddenly chuckled at my gaff. I turned my head ever so slightly, raised my eyebrows and lectured in as stern a voice as I could muster without laughing at myself, "No, lesbian is not one of them," Their smiles tightened as though they were school children attempting to hold back another laugh. "Anyway, first comes lust; then like; then lifestyle; then love. I can tell you that my lusting you two is easy. Liking you is just as easy. I may be going out on a limb here, but the same seems true for each of you as to me. Those final two 'Ls' though, and especially the last one are daunting. It's way too early to even think about either lifestyle or love. So, I don't really have any answers, but I do have a suggestion. I paused as their ears perked up, "Let's enjoy today and tomorrow. We can talk again Sunday evening if we still like each other then. Two women smiled their consent to my suggestion. "There's two problems right now though," I continued. Two smiles turned into looks of concern. "First, I haven't cum yet this morning and second, one of us is dressed quite inappropriately at the moment." Suz and I simultaneously turned to stare directly at Michele. Suz looked at me and suggested, "Do you think you could help her out of some of her clothes? Maybe as you do, an idea of how we can solve your first dilemma will flash into your man mind." "You mean, like I helped her out of her thong last night?" I asked in return. "Well, maybe a bit more than just that," Suz responded with a chuckle, as though she were withholding some secret kernel of knowledge. I gave Michele a good up and down scan. Her straight, dark hair curled slightly as it fell past the middle of her back. She wore a suggestive cropped black tee, sans bra, announcing, "Nerdy girls make me hot." Her black jeans snuggled her hips and hugged her legs. Her navel unexpectedly was adorned with a silver ring to which were attached both Mars and Venus symbols. Her silver painted toes stuck out the ends of heeled and nicely strapped black sandals. "Yeah, Jake. Come here. Strip me." Still completely naked myself, I approached Michele and slid both hands across her cheeks and past each of her ears until my widely spread fingers made first contact with her hair. I tightened my fingers in her hair and spread my arms wide, fanning Michele's hair until it slid through my fingers and fell exactly back into place. "It's like silk, Michele," I whispered just loud enough for Suz to hear as I looked into Michele's deep, brown eyes. If I didn't know better, I'd say that Michele actually blushed. I fanned her hair again and, for the second time, watched her hair fall, in slow motion, away from my grasp. I did it again and again and again, each time pulling Michele's hair from her head just a bit harder. "That feels good, Jake," Michele purred with closed eyes. My thumbs massaged her temples as I continued playing with her hair, tightening my fingers with each trip. Michele just stood before me, allowing a smile to grace her face. Eventually, my hands left her hair and lightly made contact with each of Michele's cheeks. I leaned forward and softly kissed first one eye and then the other. I scraped a finger tip slowly across rather full lips. She opened her mouth. I accepted her invitation and slid a finger into her. My spare hand found the back of her head and grasped enough hair that Michele knew I was in charge of her movements. I probed Michele's mouth with my finger. I touched the interior of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth, beneath her tongue, her teeth, her gums, everywhere I could reach. Before long, Michele grasped my wrist with both of her hands and began forcing my finger into her throat. Finger fellatio at its best. I added a second finger as she sucked and bit, while she pushed and pulled those fingers into and out of her mouth. My cock quickly hardened and touched Michele's bare midriff. I wondered if she could feel it. An impatient cough behind me brought me back to the present. I pulled my fingers from Michele's mouth. Michele started to reach for the bottom of her shirt to pull it up over her head. I stopped her quickly, noticing two aroused nipples trying to poke through soft cotton. "Michele, it looks like my hands in your hair and my fingers in your mouth got you all excited." "How did you know? Are my nipples poking out? They tend to do that." I reached behind Michele and pulled her chest to my face. My mouth found one hardened nipple and I softly bit into it. Michele jumped ever so slightly. "Um, Jake. That feels good. It would feel better though if I didn't have this shirt on." "Suz, come over here. Take a look at the condition of Michele's chest. You've got more experience with her than I. Do you think we should remove her shirt?" "I'm not sure, Jake. Let me get my mouth in there next to yours. Maybe if we each chew on a nipple first with the shirt on and then with the shirt pulled up, we'll be able to figure out the answer to your question." "Great idea, Suz." Suz's mouth found the left side nipple. Mine found the right. "Ready, Suz?" "I am, Jake." "Chew." We did. Two mouths worked independently on two very hard nipples. It didn't take but a few seconds before Michele's hands found the backs of our heads and tried to pull us all the way inside her body. Michele contributed low, moaning sounds. We both stopped, pulled our heads back and examined our mouths' work. There were two wet spots right atop Michele's nipples and yes, the nipples still were hard and trying to poke through the material of her shirt. "Shall we just take it off, Suz?" I asked. "No, I don't think so. At least not yet. Michele, pull that shirt up for us, please." Michele did and Suz and I went back to work, this time on bare nipples. Michele's hands again found our heads and ground us into her chest. Our teeth worked over her nipples. For a small woman, her nipples were well developed, definitely more than a pencil eraser and with a nicely ridged texture at their slightly flattened apex. I couldn't resist kneading Michele's breast, if for no other purpose than to see how much I could force into my mouth. It wasn't particularly large, so pretty much the whole thing fit. Michele seemed to like what I was doing and Suz quickly did the same. We took our time. It was playtime after all. No one was in a hurry. Michele made all the appropriate noises. She tried to move our heads from side to side with more success on Suz's side than on mine, Suz's hair being much longer and easier to grasp than mine. We chewed and bit and squeezed. Before long, Michele's sounds and her hands became more aggressive. Without speaking, Suz and I both concluded that was a sign for us to stop and move on. "I think this shirt needs to come all the way off, don't you agree, Jake? "Absolutely, Suz. Up with your arms, Michele." Suz's and my four hands found our way under Michele's shirt and lifted. A second later she stood before us, no shirt, and of course, no bra. "What do you think about those sandals, Suz?" I asked. "I think they need to go, Jake. Get up on the bed, Michele, and give us your legs," Suz ordered. Michele fell to her knees, grabbed my cock in two hands and stuffed it into her mouth. Her hands found the back of my ass and pulled. She nuzzled my pubic hair. After a moment, Michele withdrew and announced, "I'd rather do this." "To the bed Michele!" Suz again ordered but with more authority as she pointed a finger toward the bed. "Spoil sport," Michele accused, but did as Suz demanded. We switched positions. Michele now sat on the bed and Suz and I stood before her. We each grabbed a leg and lifted. Michele playfully fell onto her back. Suz and I each removed a sandal, grabbed a foot, massaged a bit, looked at each other and mutually wrinkled our noses. "Maybe later after a shower, Suz?" I wondered out loud. "Sounds good to me, Jake." "That leaves the pants. What do you think, Suz? Is she naked underneath, or is she wearing another thong?" Suz cocked her head a bit and stole a quick look at Michele who returned that same conspiratorial smile I'd seen earlier on Suz's face. Only then did Suz respond to my question. "I'd guess a thong. She likes them. As a matter of fact, if I were a betting woman, I'd lay odds that this morning's choice is not much more than a picture of Mick Jagger's tongue. "You know her better than I. Let's take a look and find out. Unbutton yourself, Michele. Good. Now the zipper." "No, Jake, I think you'd better handle the zipper yourself," declined Michele. That comment drew momentary silence from both Suz and me. Suz snickered, looked at me, and chimed in, "You're the man here. Check her out." I approached and reached for Michele's zipper. Being right handed, I placed my left hand just to Michele's right side relative to her zipper and stopped before I could move another muscle. That hand slowly moved diagonally down six or seven inches and then back up, retracing it's downward path. "This is gonna get interesting." "Hm, I don't think you're right about Mick's tongue, Suz. In fact, if I were a betting man, I'd say she's got Mick's cock in there." "Well if so, Jake, we'd better let it out. Unzip her." I did, but with Michele's tight pants, nothing was exposed. "Lift your ass, Michele. Jake, pull on three," Suz ordered. "One, two, three." Michele lifted and Suz and I each pulled on a pant leg. There was no tongue. Michele's little triangular thicket of dark hair still was there. Also there was what appeared to be a very hard, very purple cock. A very realistic cock, but for its color. The cock seemed to be protruding from exactly the spot from which my cock protruded from my body. Curiosity overtook me and I stepped forward for a closer examination. Sure enough, the purple cock protruded right out of Michele's cunt. I recalled Michele's and my banter from our early morning session. "She'd mentioned something about a true-to-life cock, hadn't she. Hadn't she also said that one end fit into her cunt and the other end was lifelike and stuck out with no straps. Well, she certainly had been telling the truth. "Go ahead, Jake. Touch it," Michele offered. I did and it felt pretty realistic. Its surface wasn't as soft as the surface of my cock, but it otherwise wasn't much different than mine. I moved it from side to side, observing that it rotated freely within Michele's cunt. I jacked it as Michele had jacked me earlier that morning and guessed that whatever was inside Michele probably was moving back and forth. "She must be quite wet in there." I bent over and I licked it, from the balls at its base all the way to its tip. It didn't really taste like much of anything. I did notice Michele's now familiar fragrance and inhaled deeply. I don't think I ever could get enough of her scent. Meanwhile, Suz found her way to Michele's cock as well. She knelt and began licking. I decided to kneel as well and join her. There we were: one adult man and one adult woman licking a purple cock on a Saturday morning. "What would our parents think?" As we licked, the cock naturally moved. and Michele gradually began squirming. Occasionally, my tongue touched Suz's tongue or her tongue touched mine. We stopped for a moment and shared a slow, sensual kiss before we resumed licking. The angle of the cock wasn't quite right for either of us to fellate it. Suz solved that problem. She crawled up on the bed, turned to face Michele's feet, and lay on her stomach next to Michele. She reached for the cock, pulled it tighter into Michele's cunt, and placed her mouth over it. I watched up close as she took it deeper and deeper into her mouth. Before long, her mouth was all the way to the base of the cock and Suz was rocking her head up and down. As Suz moved her head, so did the cock move in Michele's cunt. My eyes were glued to the two women. Michele's hips moved in time with Suz's mouth. With closed eyes, approving sounds escaped Michele's mouth. "Want to give it a try, Jake?" It was kinky, little Michele asking with a sly smile on her face. "Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. I not gonna back down now." I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself as Suz had, but on the opposite side of Michele from where Suz lay. I slid forward, grasped the cock from Suz and placed my mouth over its tip. "Oh my gosh, Suz. I'm about to speak every woman's fantasy," Michele announced, as though she were Archimedes leaping from his bath, shouting, "Eureka!" Michele then loudly exclaimed, "Suck my cock, mister!" and the two women cracked up in laughter. That did it for me. I resolved to do this thing as well as Suz did. "Ever done this before Jake?" Suz asked. "Not even close, Suz, but I've been on the other end enough times that I ought to be able to do something with it." I answered. "Give it a go, big guy." Suz encouraged. I wrapped my fist around the cock and held its head just below my mouth for a few moments before pushing my head forward an inch or so. I backed off to the very tip, took a deep breath and tried again. I got several inches into my mouth before the head of the cock ran up against my throat. I coughed once, but quickly calmed. I held my head still, as I acclimated myself to both the girth and the length of the cock inside my mouth. I found I could move my tongue against its surface. A hand lightly touched the back of my head. I allowed the hand to push my mouth forward until the head of Michele's cock barely passed the entry to my throat. I coughed again and quickly backed off to just its tip. Michele's hips moved as her hand again pressed down on my head. I allowed the cock to penetrate my throat a little further, but stopped there and held my ground, as I grew accustomed to the invader's new depth in my mouth. I pulled back. I heard Michele whisper something to Suz, but I couldn't make out her words. Suz left the bed. A bit more pressure on my head. I pushed again, the purple head re-entered my throat. Another coughing spate. I backed off completely, letting the cock slip from between my lips. I saw Suz returning. She had something in her hand and set it on the bedside table. That now familiar hand repositioned itself on the back of my head. I opened wider than before and slid my mouth forward. Down I went. I felt the head touch and then pass the threshold of my throat. I pushed further and further until there was no further to go. Another, longer spate of coughing as I gagged and retreated. Three Friends and a Slut This true story occurred in the late 1970's. It was a time of sexual revolution and before the time of AIDS. My good friend David was driving and Debbie was in the passenger seat on that late Saturday afternoon. I had the back seat and we were driving to Lona's apartment. David's hand was in Debbie's lap and my hand was draped over the seat and carefully ensconced in her bra, caressing her rather large nipple. We were all silent but shared the thought that we couldn't believe that we were really doing this. Dave and I had become really good friends over the last few years. He had been a college roommate of my current roommate Eric and our love of ancient history had been a great base to start a friendship. The fact that we were both total horn dogs just made it a better match. We had shared a few women in the past and were totally comfortable in being naked while we pleased a woman together. There was no homosexual element involved, we just loved to please women and were both excited by the sight of a young woman eagerly sucking one of us while fucking the dickens out of the other one. Debbie was another friend of Eric and Dave from college and at one time or other had fucked all of us. She had long dirty blond hair, gorgeous green eyes and would turn any guy's head. She did struggle a bit with her weight but was never more than 10 pounds overweight. One of her best features were the big D cup tits she flaunted. She also had one of the prettiest pussies I'd ever had the pleasure to lick. One of the things I liked best about Debbie was the fact that there was never any pressure for a long term relationship. We were friends all the time and when we were between relationships we often got together for the sex and companionship. I knew that she and Dave had a similar relationship. But try as we may, we guys had not been successful in convincing her to have a threesome. She was certainly excited about the idea but usually just brushed it off with "You guys would just make a total mess of me!" But she had recently made a confession that I had managed to leverage that just might change that. Debbie was intensely bi-curious. She was dying to be with another woman but hadn't been able to figure out how to make that happen. For several months I had been dating Lona. She was not what one would normally define as a "nice Jewish girl" She was simply the sweetest little slut I had ever encountered. Lona had dark shoulder length hair and brown eyes. She was slim with small but pert breasts. She was the best cocksucker I had ever had the pleasure of knowing. She was totally enchanted by me primarily because I was the first person to ever give her an orgasm orally. She had a bad experience at an early age with a guy that sucked too hard and hurt her so she had avoided the act ever since. I MUST eat pussy so when we first started dating I had convinced her to let me try. Well, now she was hooked. Like I mentioned earlier, Lona was a total slut. She simply craved cock. I had shared her on several occasions with my buddy Gary. Several weeks ago Dave had dropped off a few books at her apartment at my request and she thanked him by sucking his cock before he left. Dave naturally told me about it. The two of us had confronted her with that fact and treated her to a night of total pleasure getting both of our cocks in every hole all night long. Even with our experience we were sorely pressed to keep up with her. Shortly afterward I had told her that I wanted to see if she was as good at eating pussy as sucking cock. She wasn't that thrilled about the idea but once I threatened to stop licking her pussy she came around. The next step was to talk Debbie into it. I showed her some Polaroid pictures of Lona naked and told her that it was the perfect solution to her problem because she didn't know Lona and if things were awkward after ward, she would never have to see her again. Debbie had thought about it for several days and then asked if I could set it up. Originally we were thinking about a FFM threesome but Dave got wind of it (my big mouth) and had managed to horn in on the deal. So this was the day that we had scheduled for our orgy at Lona's apartment. The three of us waited at the door to Lona's apartment as the doorbell echoed. Both Dave and I were holding bottles of wine and there was certainly an air of nervousness. It only took a moment before we heard the rattling of the door knob and the door opened to reveal Lona standing there with a slight smile on her face. She was wearing a simply blue cotton dress and I could tell that there was nothing under it by the way her nipples poked through the material. She took a moment to look Debbie up and down and then gave me a brief kiss on the cheek as she welcomed us in. Dave and I headed to the kitchen to find some wineglasses and a corkscrew as Lona escorted Debbie to the living room. They were both sitting on the sofa as we came back with the wine. I sat down next to Lona and Dave grabbed a seat in the stuffed chair nearby. There was a brief silence as we were all a little embarrassed on how to get things started. I raised my glass "To good friends, good times and good sex!" I toasted. Everyone giggled and took a sip of wine. "We all know what we are here for." I continued, "We are likely to never have a chance like this again so let's make sure that we take advantage of this opportunity." Then I leaned over and started to passionately kiss Lona. I moved my lips to her ear and whispered "I'm going to stand up and feed you my cock, and then call Dave over so you can suck both of our cocks." She let out a soft moan. I could see Debbie watching next to Lona as I suddenly stood up from the sofa and started to unbuckle my jeans. Both women watched avidly as I fished my cock out of my pants and then leaned forward to present it to Lona's waiting mouth. She looked up into my eyes as she sucked the head in and started to suck. Debbie watched nervously. After a moment I said "Dave, come on over and get some of this sweet mouth." And I heard him move off of the chair and then simultaneously jostle me a bit as he fished his already hard cock out of his pants. This was not the first time that Lona had sucked our cocks at the same time and she did not hesitate to reach up and grab David's cock and pull him forward. Her mouth came away from my cock and she took him into her hungry mouth. Her hand came up and pumped me slowly as she tended to my friend. Debbie was just sitting there watching Lona suck our cocks and I motioned for her to stand up. She came over to me and I put my arms around her and kissed her. My voice was a little hoarse as I explained, "Lona is the best cocksucker I ever met so watch her technique carefully." I fondled Debbie's tits through her dress as she eagerly watched Lona sucking and stroking our cocks. I fumbled around until I managed to get her dress unbuttoned and slipped it off of her shoulders. My patented one handed bra unhooking technique soon had me sliding the bra off too. I nuzzled her neck as I played with those gorgeous big nipples and Lona sucked and stroked me. One hand found it's way into Debbie's panties and into her wet slit. I had never felt her as wet before! My finger softly played with her clit. Suddenly we all came to the same conclusion. All the action stopped and we all frantically tore at our remaining clothes. The stuffed chair became the repository for various articles of clothing. Finally we were all standing there naked looking with hungry eyes. Dave reached to Debbie and pushed her to her knees in front of him and fed his stiffness into her mouth. Lona grabbed my cock and began to stroke me. I pushed her back to the sofa and had her sit and spread her legs. She smiled as I fell between them and began to lick her hot pussy. She moaned as I slipped two fingers in to finger fuck her as I licked at her clit. Her juices dripped down my hand and her hips moved with the rhythm of my fingers as they slid in and out of her. I sensed motion and then saw Dave get on his knees on the sofa and feed Lona his cock. She avidly accepted him into her mouth and began to suck and slurp at him. I glanced over to see Debbie on her knees just watching again. I stopped eating Lona's pussy long enough to reach out to Debbie and pull her toward me. She moved beside me and watched my slick fingers fucking the folds of Lona's soaking wet cunt. I moved my free hand to behind Debbie's head and gently pushed her face toward Lona's luscious cunt. Debbie seemed to hesitate and then leaned forward and positioned her face inches away from another woman's pussy. Tentatively her tongue peeked out and she lightly licked Lona's clit. Lona let out a soft moan which Debbie took as full encouragement and her tongue got more aggressive. I could feel her tongue on my fingers as I continued to finger fuck Lona and then Debbie's hand grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. Her own manicured fingers now probed tentatively into Lona's folds. David and I both watched as Debbie licked, sucked and slurped at Lona's sweet pussy. I finally decided that I needed some stimulation so I moved up on the sofa on the other side of Lona from Dave. I motioned to Dave and then reached down and grabbed Lona's naked leg and pulled her wider. Dave did the same to the other leg. We held her legs open so Debbie could get at more of her cunt. Lona took turns sucking our cocks while Debbie licked her. Usually Lona likes to look us in the eyes while she sucks our cocks but this time her eyes were firmly fixed on the woman between her legs. Debbie was so proud of herself when Lona came in her mouth. She moaned as Lona's pussy squirted more hot juice all over her face. Dave and I let Lona's legs loose so she could be more comfortable. Debbie started to get up but Dave and I changed that thought. We moved down off of the sofa and positioned Debbie between the two of us on all fours. "It's about time we got to fuck you at the same time!" Dave said. "Yeah," I continued, "Suck my cock while David fucks you!" Then I leaned forward and sunk my hard cock between her lips. David also leaned forward and Debbie moaned as he penetrated her wet cunt. Lona sat on the sofa and watched as we began to fuck Debbie between the two of us. Her hands tweaked her own nipples as she watched. Debbie had seemed a little tentative at first but once we got our cocks into her she seemed to get more enthusiastic. She pushed her ass back to meet David's thrusts and I could see her ass cheeks jiggle as he fucked her. Meanwhile she sucked me with her hands and arms supporting her upper body. It felt good but compared to Lona her sucking skills were some what less than great. I think that Lona sensed this because I felt her move off the sofa and her head appeared next to Debbie's. Lona reached her hand up and grabbed my cock. Gently she pulled me from Debbie's mouth and said "Watch what I do." Then she sucked the head into her own mouth and began to suck. I could feel her tongue swirling around the head of my dick and was just getting used to it when she stopped. She directed my dick head back to Debbie's mouth and said "Now you try, and swirl your head around his dick while you suck." Debbie sucked me and I could feel her tongue moving tentatively and Lona watched with a serious look on her face. Lona, spent several minutes walking Debbie through the paces and I have to admit that she got better. I was a little surprised when at one point Lona pulled my cock out of Debbie's mouth and then French kissed the other woman. Then the two of them licked and sucked at me while tongue kissing each other, Dave and I had done this type of thing together long enough to know not to cum in the woman's pussy. The other guy might want to eat that pussy later. When he started to get close he called Lona over and she scampered down Debbie's back just in time for Dave to pull his cock out of her pussy and shove it in Lona's mouth. Lona's swallowed every drop of his spunk and then he sat back away to recover. I rearranged the ladies so that Lona was lying on her back and Debbie straddled her face. Lona was already licking her pussy when I moved between her legs and started to fuck her. Debbie leaned forward so I could sink my face into her big tits. I had one of her big nipples in my mouth when her first orgasm hit. Debbie's hips squirmed down over Lona's face and I could see that face covered in pussy juice. Lona's began to cum around my cock and this jump started my own orgasm. Remembering our gentleman's agreement, I pulled myself up and out of Lona's pussy and shoved my cock into Debbie's mouth and let loose. She swallowed most of it but some did dribble out and ended up on those big tits. I sat back to regain my breath. Lona and Debbie didn't really move from their position very much. Debbie stayed perched over Lona's face and Lona still lay spread eagled on her back. I could see that Lona was starting to lick and tease at the pussy on her face. Debbie reached down and started playing with Lona's little tits causing her nipples to swell. Debbie stared at Lona's pussy and then licked her lips and leaned forward. She spread Lona's legs even further, dipped her head and began to eat her out. I glanced at Dave and we smiled as we knew we were in for a good show. The two women licked and fingered each other as we watched. There was a nice duet of moans that filled the room as well as the strong scent of pussy. Debbie's came again but neither woman slowed down much as they continued to enjoy each other. Dave moved up between Lona's legs. He reached down and pulled Debbie's head out of the other woman's pussy and shoved his cock between her lips. Debbie sucked eagerly and I could see her ass squirming against Lona's face. My cock was starting to recover at the sights and smells and I moved around behind Debbie. I could very clearly see Lona's mouth licking at Debbie's clit and her fingers moving in and out of her pussy. I got up on my knees and moved forward. Lona sensed I was there and her hand left Debbie's pussy to grasp my hardness. She pulled my cock into her mouth and sucked at it for a few minutes and then pulled it out of her mouth and placed it at the entrance to Debbie's cunt. I pushed forward and entered a really hot and wet pussy. As I stroked I could feel Lona's tongue and fingers playing with Debbie's clit and it seemed to only take a few seconds before Debbie's cunt spasmed in another orgasm, gushing juice as she shuddered. I continued to fuck her and glanced over Debbie's back to see Dave working at Lona's pussy from the other end. He glanced over at me and we both smiled and then made a silent agreement to switch ends. We were tempted to high five as we moved around but discretion took hold and we avoided that social faux pas as we settled into our new positions. Debbie looked up at me as I settled between Lona's legs. She smiled and her body swayed from Dave fucking her pussy. I slid forward and fed her my cock, still covered with her juices and Dave and I pounded her two holes in rhythm for a few minutes. Then I pulled my cock out of her mouth and leaned forward so that I could slide the head up and down Lona's slit. Debbie's head followed and though I couldn't see I could feel her tongue licking at both my cock head and Lona's pussy. I pushed forward into Lona's pussy and slowly fucked her while Deb squeezed her head down to try and lick at her clit. I reached down and pulled Lona's legs higher so I could have better access to her pussy while I fucked her and Debbie coincidently gained a better access to her clit. There was a growling moan from Lona and she came all over my cock. I pulled out of her pussy and offered my pussy covered cock to Debbie's mouth so she could clean me off. So we just squirmed in a pile like that until Dave and I started to get tired. We pulled away to get a little rest. Debbie could barely stand as she tried to life up off of Lona and Dave and I helped steady her and lead her to the couch. Lona lay on her back seemingly in a daze with Debbie's juices shiny on her face. I bent to see how she was and she smiled, glanced at my cock and said "More!" I called Dave over and we helped Lona up and then lead her to the stuffed chair. I hastily relocated the discarded clothing and then we placed Lona on her knees facing the back of the chair. She leaned the top of her body over the back of the chair. Dave moved forward and sunk his still hard cock into her pussy and I moved behind the chair back and fed her my cock. Her body jiggled happily as Dave slammed into her cunt and she greedily sucked at me. I glanced over at Debbie and she just lay on the sofa looking exhausted. One leg was on the sofa and the other dangled over the side so at least I could see her pussy. Dave and I gang fucked Lona until we both came and she had more orgasms than we could count. We all just fell back exhausted. We refilled the wine glasses and sat talking as we recalled the events of the day. Later we ordered a pizza and ate it in the living room naked. Later that evening we did have another round. I think the high point of that round was when we had Debbie in a reverse cowgirl position with Dave's cock up her ass. Debbie was leaning all the way back against Dave and I fucked her pussy while Lona straddled her face to get her pussy licked. But at any rate we did everything we could think of and on the way home Debbie confessed that she had really enjoyed her first woman. She wondered when we could do it again.