0 comments/ 12217 views/ 2 favorites Three into One By: AutarkisV42 You go to the fridge, dragging the door open, as the conversation continues loudly behind you. Laughter rings out over the clamor of the television and you draw four cold long-neck beers from the crisper, set them on the small silver tray you were given for your hostess duties this evening, and with a pop-pop-pop-pop the caps are all neatly removed and discarded. You brush down the leather skirt and adjust your corset before entering the living room again. Your eyes remain down-turned, your feet are sure shuffles, deftly dodging the furniture, and you kneel before your Master so he may take his beverage first. Not looking over at you he continues with his story, one you know well and relish hearing again, and takes his pro-offered drink. You rise to your feet slowly, a model of grace and glide over to each of your Master's three guests, silently delivering a beverage to each. None of them acknowledge you, and you tuck the tray under your arm and return to your corner, anxious to be of further service as your Master regales his associates with gusto and bravado. They all laugh at the right moments, and nod somberly when the mood of the tale becomes dark, as they are drawn into your Master's web. Although you know the words of this tale verbatim, you steal a glance to watch your Master's animated face and chills curl from your tightly braided hair to the bottoms of your shoeless feet. Before your social slight can be noticed, your eyes quickly dart back down and you notice for the tenth time of the evening how well presented your breasts appear in the gifted corset your Master presented you for your recent anniversary. He promised a month of pleasures if you worked hard to earn them all, and so far has delivered well on his promises. The rolling thunder of your Master's voice calms to the effect of a distant storm, ominous and powerful, as his story begins its final waxing. He builds the tension with painfully long pauses, and finally he culminates: "...And so I look him in the eye, and all I can do is punch him square in the jaw! Grandpa hasn't called since!" The room erupts into laughter, and your lips purse, making sure not to join in the levity. You are to serve this night, not share in the revelry. "Ok, Mike, Jake... you guys wanted to check out that '69 Mustang, didn't you? Kevin, you'll be okay up here? Ok, follow me, gents!" Your Master leads two of his best friends down the stairs to show off his second most prized possession. The smell of its leather, the purr of its engine and the beauty of its curves, your Master is fond of telling you in more intimate moments, remind him of you. Your eyes do not waver as they pass by you and the slow moments as the small group descend the stairs drag into infinity, and you feel the heavy weight of eyes on you. "So, you're Anita, huh?" says the man left on the couch. "Yes, sir," your response is crisp and practiced with an air of dignity only found in the joy of service your Master has taught you. "So you're supposed to get us beer and clean up and shit, then, yeah?" The man remaining is Kevin Durant, a longtime friend of your Master, and old college football teammate. He is anything but subtle, but standing at least a head over six feet and being nearly as wide, subtlety is not a needed skill for the man. "I am to serve my Master and his guests to the best of my abilities, sir," your professional veneer is polished and shines. A flutter of pride swells in your chest, knowing that your response would please your Master if he asks about it later. "So how good are your abilities at handling this, then?" The man has risen from the plush couch and has firmly grasped his own crotch. Again, subtle as a sledge hammer in ice carving, you think to yourself. "My master has never complained of my abilities lacking, sir," your voice is certain, strong and you knew this moment could present itself during the evening. Your Master had warned you that his friends had a tendency of being slightly crass when they had imbibed a fair amount of libations, and you are almost surprised by the tact currently being shown by the man-mountain before you. "Well, why don't you prove it then, little slave girlie?" His mitt-like hands deftly work at his belt. You drop forward onto your knees, sliding your thin fingers up his thighs, under his hands and remove the clasp of the belt in a single well practiced maneuver. Another dexterous display unbuttons and unzips his Docker slacks in less than a second and his pants swiftly drop to his ankles, revealing his manhood at your eye level. Half-hard, it looms before you and you quickly put your hands to work. Gently twisting and stroking at the same time, you begin working his shaft. It seems to twitch and grow to life in your embrace and your pink tongue parts your lips and tickles over the swelling head, lifting away the small bead of pre-cum he has already worked up. As he stares down at your expert work, he unbuttons his shirt and tosses it casually back toward the sofa. The moment his eyes leave you to watch his shirt fly away, you open your mouth and take nearly half his length into you, sucking and teasing with your tongue. The large man tenses hiss tree-trunk like thighs, places a large hand completely around the back of your head and guides you down the length of him. Your throat opens to take his member, tongue still swirling under the base of him and you feel his testicles rhythmically tense and release as his erection thumps his heavy heart beat in a staccato tempo throughout your mouth. "Holy fuck, you're like the best maid ever..." is all he can mutter as your draw up his cock, and plunge back down on it, eyes watering lightly. You begin to lose yourself in the service to this cock, wanting to drain it fully, when the door behind you slams open. "Oh, come on Kevin! You can't even wait until we get done looking at the fucking car?" The sudden appearance of his friends pulls the large man out of the moment and he seems, for a moment, like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar. You, however, do not stop to wonder, and the cookie jar wraps it crimson lips around the arm again and sucks with a mighty vigor. "Guys, I do... I don't... Oh fuck me, this is good... I didn't mean to... Oh fuck, don't stop." Your mind smiles wickedly as your suck out the ability for cohesive speech from the towering giant, and suddenly you recognize two more shadowy forms, flanking you. Without removing your bobbing head from its main course, you guide a hand over to each of the newer men's crotches. One of them is clearly ready for you, stiff and leaping from its confinement as soon as the pants are unbuckled and dropped. The other is only slightly firm, and you feel vexed by this. You can't allow one of your Master's guests to enjoy the party flaccid so with a deep swallow and sharp pop you rotate your body, crossing your arms before your chest to stroke the two erect men and your mouth dances and plays over the soft skin of the shyer cock. You take the entire size of him into your mouth easily, tongue playing and rolling over the soft skin, tasting the sweetness of his jewels. Your mouth moves in a flurry as you kiss down the side of him, flicking his balls with your tongue and sucking on the shaven orb. All the while your hands are moving pistons, jerking the other two men at your side, their cocks growing harder and hotter in your grip. Your grip uncrosses, and one of the men pulls back away behind you. Hands tug at your corset and suddenly your top falls to the floor, your tits spilling out, bouncing slightly as now both hands are working at the hard cock to your side and your mouth is still caressing the hairless sack of the now firm man in front of you. So committed to your attention, you hardly notice your tight black leather skirt being lifted, revealing your bare ass, until you feel fingers feeling around, caressing your pussy from behind. You arch your back slightly, opening your legs, and those fingers find penchant in you, massaging your clit and sensitively venturing into your wet and open lips. You pull your mouth away from the scrotum of the man in front of you, his name or the name of the other two men suddenly unimportant. "You can fuck any hole you want, sir." At that, you return to your oral assault, now viciously devouring first one than the other cock bobbing in front of you, your hands a blur stroking and tugging at the firm skin of each man. Your mind does cartwheels, having such attention lavished on you. The man behind you must have moved onto his own back, because you feel his tongue now probing your wet pussy. As you begin to grind against his face, your wet twat feeding his hungry mouth, one of the men your mouth is servicing begins to massage and twist your rock hard nipples. "Mmmm, mmm-mmm mmm-mmmmmmmmm!" You moan excitedly onto each hard dick being pumped into your mouth as you ride the lips of the man between your thighs. Your eyes flutter wildly around the room, and fall to the couch, where you see him. Your Master is sitting, arms crossed behind his head, as if he is watching a football game. You almost rise up to bring him popcorn and pretzels, as is customary when he is watching sports on that sofa. You almost do, but the man who is between your legs wraps his lips around your clit and his tongue flutters rapidly, bringing you unexpectedly to an orgasm, your screams muffled only by the hard member lodged deep in your throat. You pull your head back, off the prick, and in a raspy voice you can only mutter, "Fuck me, please." The man below you takes that as the perfect cue, and guiding your hips back he has you hovering over his engorged, swollen prick. Before he can lower you down, a hard thrust plants a cock firmly into your face again, and you impale yourself on the dick below you. Both your hands begin working the balls and shaft of the cock at your lips, your tongue painting it feverishly as the man below you begins pumping into your tight pussy. "Yes! Fuck me harder!" You scream, and another orgasm wracks your body, your firm breasts shaking, and breath heavy. You feel a presence again, looming behind, and you rock harder and faster down onto the man below you, your lips not leaving the swollen head of the prick in your mouth. A second set of hands takes hold of your hips and you are held steady as the third man pushes the head of his cock into your ass. You scream in ecstasy, all of your orifices being occupied, and the standing man at your face takes the invitation to grab firm hold of your hair and thrust the entire length of him into your mouth. You swallow him diligently, your body shaking from the strength of the orgasm, but held in place by three strong sets of hands. The man at your rear thrusts quickly and you feel the thin membrane between him and the man under you begin to rub, their hard pricks seeming to shake hands deep within your loins. All three men quickly find a rhythm and there is not a moment where one of your holes is not completely filled by the meat of one of them. Like a machine, they each slam their cocks into you and you feel each of them begin to swell, twitch and convulse. As one, each of the men cries out and they fill you with that familiar liquid fire. Your entire body tightens, shakes and your pleasure spills forth in a quaking spasm. You choke, your mouth filled with the sweet taste that you have come to know so well, but you swallow true and drink deeply of the man in front of you. The cocks filling you from below and from behind shiver as you unclench your holes and you feel their heat begin to slowly drain and their pricks begin to grow soft. You are left on the floor, almost blind in your bliss. The men dress, shake your Masters hand, ask about golf on Thursday and go home to their boring wives. You notice none of them look each other in the eye. A minute passes, two minutes, then three, and you see your Master's boots step heavily in front of you. The almost distant sound of water running pulls you from your stupor. Leather clad in chromed steel, and you know more time has passed than your brain has let you understand. The wetness has seeped out of you, and even begun to dry to your skin, your sweat has become sweet nectar and your skirt is still rolled high against your stomach. "You have ten minutes to bathe yourself and be ready, properly attired, in the bedroom. Go." You pull yourself to your knees, the room spins and your crawl towards the bathroom, a small dribble of jizz dripping from each hole. You pass the open door to your Master's chamber, and see a menagerie of candles lit, and a lithe form tied to the bed. A young woman, no more than nineteen, is bound nude and blindfolded on your Master's bed. Her body seems aglow with sweat, and you know now why the door was left open. She could not see what had occurred, but the sounds have whetted her appetite, and her firm body shakes with anticipation. You remember those feelings, and pour yourself into the bath that your Master has drawn for you. In eight short minutes, you will serve him as deeply as you ever have, and with that thought you shut your eyes and smile... Three Into One Doesn't Go I had been going with Scott since our senior year at High School, I was a cheer leader and he was the captain of the football team, I was blonde, slim but with what Scott described as a 'rack to die for'. We fucked from our first date and he was into blow jobs, 69's and anal as well as straight sex, so our sex life never got boring. It was common knowledge amongst our friends that we were definitely an item so no other boy muscled in on the action although I'm sure that plenty would have been willing to try. One night, after a particularly hot session, Scott announced that there was a tradition amongst the football team that they would get their girlfriends to put out for the whole team, and as he was the captain it was expected that I should go first. "There is no way that I am going to allow that bunch of jocks to bang me." I told him, "If you love me you wouldn't want to share me with anyone, tradition or no tradition, I am not a whore and won't put out for the team." Scott wasn't happy with this and we didn't speak to each other for several weeks after that. He asked a couple of my friends for a date for the Senior Prom but they refused telling him that they wouldn't go with anyone who wanted to make a whore of his girlfriend. He eventually contacted me and promised that wouldn't ask me to do that again if I'd go to the Prom with him. After high school Scott went off to College on a football scholarship but my GPA wasn't good enough for me to go so I got a job at the local supermarket. Scott would come home on weekends and on holidays so we saw plenty of each other. Sometimes he brought a couple of his friends over with him and we would all go out together, I would flirt with the other guys but it was always Scott that took me home to my apartment and we would fuck until I had to go to work the next day. One of the department managers at the store tried a couple of times to get me to go out with but I refused even though I thought he was a nice guy and we got on well at work, I was being faithful to Scott and I told Trent that I couldn't date him. He was nice about it and told me that he respected my commitment to Scott. One weekend Scoot came home with a couple of his friends and we all went to a nigh club together, We had all had a lot to drink and I danced with all of them. Scott wasn't the only one to hold me close when we danced, Wayne and Benny both held me tight and ground their pelvises into me as we danced, I could feel their hard cocks through their pants and they made no attempt to hide their erections. Scott and I went back to my place, the others were staying at a local motel. I let Scott in and closed the door, we were in each others arms straight away and by the time we got to my bedroom we were both naked. Scott lay back on the bed with his hard cock standing up like a flag pole in front of him. I knew what he wanted so I knelt between his legs and began to suck his shaft. "God that's good, you really know how to suck cock." He had his hands at the back of my head and was pushing his cock into me as far as it could go. I heard a slight noise behind me and wanted to look to see what it was but Scott wouldn't let me, it was then that I felt a cock being pushed into my pussy, and someone else was in the room with us. I tried to see who it was but again Scott held my mouth around his cock. It was then that I heard another person beside me jacking off. What the fuck was happening, was Scott allowing these two guys, and I assumed that it was Wayne and Benny, to fuck me when he knew that I didn't want that? The sensation of having two pistons pumping away at either end of my body was not unpleasant, in fact I was beginning to get turned on by it. I could feel the juices being forced out of my pussy and running down my thighs and I was getting close to cumming when I felt Scott's cock tense up and shoot his load of hot salty cum down my throat, I swallowed as much as I could but some of it seeped out of my mouth and down my chin. I came just before the cock inside me burst forth and filled my pussy with its cum. He withdrew, I still didn't know who it was, and another cock took its place but not for long, rubbing the head of his cock up and down my pussy slit, he then pulled it out and placed it against my arsehole. "I'm going to shove my cock up your ass like the fucking slut that you are." With one shove the entire length of his cock was in my ass. I felt his hips slapping against my ass cheeks as he slid his cock in and out of my hole. "I'm going to cum, take this load of cum you slut!" his cum squirted into my ass and he withdrew from me. I slumped face down on the bed. "You were right Scotty, she is a good slut." "What did you say? Scott did you tell your friends that I was a slut?" "I told them that you were a good fuck. Now don't tell us you didn't enjoy what you just had, you must have cum at least twice and if you hadn't enjoyed it you wouldn't have cum at all." He rolled me onto my back and moved between my legs, his fingers pushing in and out of my pussy and squeezing my clit. As if to prove him right I felt myself cumming again. Scott then placed his cock between my pussy lips and began to fuck me. Wayne and Benny looked on, their hands on their cocks as they jacked off. "Suck my cock, whore." Wayne said as he placed his cock against my lips and I opened my mouth to engulf it. It wasn't as thick as Scott's but it was probably a little longer so I didn't have a problem fitting it into my mouth. "Come on, suck it, suck it." So I sucked it until he pulled my head into his groin and filled my mouth with his cum. "Benny, you want to fuck her in the ass while I fuck her pussy?" Scott asked. Benny didn't need a second invitation so Scott flipped over so that I was on top of him, he pulled my legs up so they were either side of him and Benny knelt between Scott's legs shoving his cock into my ass hole. "Oh my God, Ohhhhhhhh, Goddddddddd", I exploded in a shuddering orgasm, the sensation of having these two cocks almost next to each other inside me made my orgasm even stronger than normal. Scott and Benny both pumped me full of cum at the same time. They both pulled out of me leaving me lying on the bed with streams of cum oozing from both my holes onto the sheet. The three of them left the room and I heard Wayne and Benny putting their clothes on, there was a mumbled conversation and I heard the front door shut. Scott came back into my bedroom, "Wayne and Benny both think you are the best fuck they've ever had." "How could you do that!" I yelled at Scott. "Do what?" "Invite your friends to come over and fuck me! You know that I wanted to be true to you and not fuck anyone else." "I've been watching the way you've been flirting with them, you've made it pretty obvious that you like them and they like you, so it seems only natural that you would put out for them." "It might seem natural to you, you've probably been fucking other girls at college but I haven't fucked anyone else but you, until tonight. You were my first and until tonight you were the only person that I've fucked." "You can't tell me that you didn't enjoy the experience of fucking more than one person at a time tonight." "That's beside the point, you knew I didn't want a gang bang, you knew that I was being true to you and you didn't even think enough of me to ask for my permission to invite your friends over." "I didn't think that you'd let them come." "So you tricked me into letting them fuck me, you held me with your cock in my mouth so I couldn't say anything while they fucked me and after you'd all cum inside me I was so horny that I couldn't say 'no', so you got what you wanted, didn't you?" "If I'd asked you and you said no you wouldn't have known how good it could be to be fucked by more than one person at a time." "But I didn't want to be fucked by more than one person at a time. I think that you'd better go, now." "Go? Where can I go this late at night, can't I stay here until morning, it's only a couple of hours?" "No! If I let you stay you'll just want to fuck me again and I've been fucked enough for tonight, besides which I have to be at work by nine. Get out now and don't bother coming back, ever!" Scott left and I cleaned up as best I could and went to sleep. It was right on nine when I walked into the store, Trent was waiting for me in the staff lunch room. "You look like you've had a heavy night." "Tell me about it, I'm so sore that I can hardly move. Because of what happened last night I've broken it off with Scott." "Why, what did he do to you?" "I'll tell you about it later, we have to start work now." Trent and I sat in the lunch room eating our store bought and nuked in the microwave lunches. "So, tell me what happened to make you want to dump Scott?" "He betrayed my trust. He invited his friends over after we'd been out together I was tricked into a gang bang." "How did he trick you?" I explained what had happened, Trent asked for full details so I told him everything, and I could see that he was turned on by what I told him. "Don't get me wrong I love sex, and I love different kinds of sex, but I'm not a slut that can be used by just anyone, I have been true to Scott since high school and this is what he thinks of me, I'm a slut there to be used by him and his friends. Anyway I told him to get out and not come back, he got really shitty about that." "But what they did was rape, you could go to the police and tell them. If you want support I can come with you." "And who would they believe, it's my word against the three of them and they'll just say that I was a willing party to what went on and that I enjoyed it. In a way they would be right, I did enjoy it, I guess that I am a slut." "No you're not, Scott might think that and he's got you thinking that but I know the real you, I know what a beautiful girl you are, you're bright and friendly, you're kind to the customers even when they aren't always polite, and forgive me for saying this, but I've been in love with you ever since you started here." "Oh, have you? Look I like you very much, you are a good friend to me but I don't think that it would be wise for you to fall in love with me." "Too late." We had to go back to work but late in the afternoon Scott came into the store, "I'll meet you after work and we can go out to dinner, what time do you finish?" "I don't want to see you tonight Scott. In fact I don't want to see you again." "Why, what have I done?" "You have a very short memory, we discussed my feelings last night. I don't want to speak about it now, I don't want to speak about it again! Good-bye Scott!" Trent came up from the back of the store and stood beside me, "Is everything okay here?" "I was just telling this person to leave me alone, I don't want to talk to him." "You heard what the lady said, I must ask you to leave the premises or else I'll have to call the police." "Okay I'll go but you haven't heard the last of this. I'll be seeing you." The day dragged on until it was time to go home. Trent came over to me, "I don't think that it would be a good idea for you to go home tonight, you never know what Scott and his friends have waiting for you, so I think that I should take you home with me and I'll cook you dinner." "I don't want you to go to any trouble for me, I can pick up a bite to eat somewhere." "And where will you spend the night?" "I don't know, I'm sure I can think of something." "I insist, come on, let's go." We could see Scott waiting at the front of the store for me to come out that door so Trent and I went out the back way. The alley way from the car park took us away from the front of the store and we were able to drive off without Scott noticing us. Trent lived in a small clap board house on the outskirts of town. There was a neat garden at the front with a curved path leading to the front door. Trent ushered me inside. The house was so tidy, there was nothing out of place, anywhere. I put my bag on the hall stand where he had hung his umbrella and coat ready for the next rainy day. He led the way into a small but efficient kitchen and I sat on a stool watching with admiration as he went about getting us a drink and then preparing a meal for us. The guy could cook! Over dinner he told me of his life up to now and it was sad to hear how his parents died when he was very young and he was brought up by his grandmother, who lived in this house. His parents were not wealthy so he wasn't able to go to college. When his grandmother died she left him the house and a small inheritance, not enough to allow him to further his education so he was forced to get the job at the supermarket. He hoped that by applying himself he might be able to get a senior management position eventually and maybe save up and get his own store. He seemed to have everything so organised. I told him about my life, how I was the youngest of three children and the only girl. My brothers were smart enough and athletic enough to get scholarships to college and they were both heading towards good careers, while I was forced by circumstances into my current job. I hadn't thought much beyond marriage to Scott, a house somewhere and kids. But now this dream seemed to be shattered. Trent made us a cup of coffee and we sat in the living room with his HiFi playing softly in the background. "I think that there is more in life for you than a marriage to someone who doesn't respect you and always having to wonder if your husband isn't being unfaithful to you." "But what?" "I told you earlier that I love you. I would like very much for you to think about the possibility of a life with me." "You want a life with me knowing what I'm like?" "What you think of yourself is not what you are really like, you are a sweet girl and one who has more to offer than being a slut for ignorant men like Scott." He took my hands in his and looked into my eyes, he could see the hurt in mine while I could see the hope in his. He bent forward and kissed me gently on the lips. He sat back still looking into my eyes, he could see tears well up, he took a tissue from a carton next to the sofa and gently dabbed my eyes. I put my face into the valley beside his neck and the tears really started to flow. Trent's arms were around me and he held me until I was cried out, "I don't deserve someone like you." I sobbed into his neck. "And I don't deserve someone like you, we don't deserve each other so what are we going to do about it?" "I don't know." "I tell you what I do know, you are going to have a shower and then you are going to go to bed and I'll watch over you to make sure that you are safe." He stood up and led me to the bathroom. I showered, washing myself several times to make sure that I washed all traces of Scott from my body and walked into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around me. Trent had folded the covers back and had left a large tee shirt for me to wear. I slipped into it and climbed into bed, pulling the cover up to my chin. He came into the room with a glass of milk for me. "Here, this will help you sleep." "Do you know what will help me sleep even more?" "No. what?" "For you to get into this bed with me and hold me, tight." That was the first night that we slept together, we didn't make love that night, and it was a totally new experience for me, I knew Trent was beside me, I could reach out and touch him in fact I did once, I reached out and touched his limp cock and I felt it stir, then his hand took mine and moved it away from him, "Go to sleep." He mumbled. Next morning Trent drove me around to my apartment to collect a few things so that I could stay with him for a few days. I opened the door and walked inside, "Oh my God! How could he do this!" I screamed. Trent was beside me looking at the mess of my apartment. Written on the walls in shit were the words 'whore' and 'slut' and the sheets of my bed were covered in cum as if they had stood there for ages jacking off several times over the bed, All my underwear was ripped to shreds and scattered around the room, my clothes were piled on the floor and they had pissed over them. Trent rang the police and we waited outside for them to arrive. I had my head buried in his shoulder and my body was wracked with my sobbing. "Don't worry about this, we can replace your clothes and I'll pay for someone to clean up the mess so that you don't have to come back here, ever again." The police were quick and thorough, they took samples of the shit and cum for DNA analysis to confirm that it was Scott and his friends that did this and promised to keep me informed about their investigation. It took some time for me to get some sort of balance into my life and Trent was with me all the way. He took care of me, cooking for me, doing my laundry for me and best of all being gentle with me. It was two weeks after the drama and the police had told me that they had charged Scott, Wayne and Benny over the damage to my apartment and that I would have to give evidence in their trial. I wasn't looking forward to that because I knew that Scott would raise the matter of my debauchery with them the night before and claim that I was a party to it all. Trent asked me to help him prepare our meal, I didn't know how to cook all that well but was willing to try anything. Even in this he was kind to me, "What I want you to do is get the large pan out of that cupboard there and put it on the stove, while I'm chopping the garlic and onions could you get the olive oil out of the pantry and splash a little into the pan, I am going to teach you how to make Spaghetti Bolognese." I followed his instructions, watching as he expertly chopped the garlic and onions, tears streaming down his face from the onions, I told you he was kind to me. He then took some capsicum, tomatoes, tomato paste, herbs, ground beef and red wine and I watched as he cut and diced what needed to be cut and diced, put the garlic and onions into the pan and cooked them for a while before putting the beef in to brown. He added the other ingredients as required until the pan was bubbling away with the fragrant mixture. Next he boiled some water in another pot and cooked the pasta, I laughed when he took a handful of spaghetti and put it in the pan, by releasing it just right it fanned out into a perfect pattern in the pot, 'That's clever, you can stop showing off now you've impressed me enough." When it was done he served it with parmesan cheese on top and a glass of red wine. As we ate he taught me how to roll up the pasta using a spoon and fork so that I could eat it without it hanging out of my mouth and flicking spaghetti sauce all over the place when I sucked it in. We stood side by side at the kitchen sink washing the dishes, he washed and I dried, we laughed and joked with each other, touching each other and generally fooling around. I had never been so comfortable in the company of another person and it was a very pleasant new experience for me. I had a shower and walked into the bedroom with a towel around me. Trent was lying on the bed. He got up as I walked in and took me in his arms, "I enjoyed this evening, I've never enjoyed cooking so much before and best of all I enjoyed being close to you." "So did I, this has been yet another new experience for me. I'm afraid that I'm going to wake up and find that it has all been a dream and I'm back where I came from, that really scares me." "This is not a dream, my Darling, this is reality." He kissed me gently on the lips and I felt my knees give way, just a little. He lowered me onto the bed and continued to kiss me. I tried to push my tongue into his mouth because I thought that all men were turned on by this but he kept his lips closed. He released my mouth and kissed me on the neck, I felt his teeth gently nibble the flesh. Moving up the side of my neck he nibbled the lobe of my ear, I could feel his breath in my ear and it sent a tingly sensation right through my body. Three Into One Doesn't Go Several minutes later he started to move slowly down my body, he kissed my breasts, touching the tip of my nipple gently with the tip of his tongue, my pussy was starting to gush but he was in no hurry to take advantage of it. Slowly moving his mouth down my body he bypassed my pussy and moved down to my toes. Taking each into his mouth in turn, he sucked on them before moving back up the inside of my leg. Completely missing my pussy again he moved down the other leg where he repeated his toe sucking. When he began his journey back up that leg I felt that I was about to cum but I held it back, waiting for the moment when he was inside me. That didn't work, the moment that his tongue touched my clit I lost control, "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, ohhhhhhhhhh." My body went into a series of spasms as I came, his tongue entered my pussy and I just kept cumming and cumming. Forever later he stopped and I stopped. "Now it's my turn." I rolled him over onto his back and started by kissing him tenderly, not trying to push my tongue into his mouth. Then I began my journey down his body, pausing to suck on his erect nipples before moving further down. Pushing his cock and balls to one side I licked the area between his balls and his ass, this seemed to turn him on because his cock was now really hard. I just had to have it inside me. I straddled his body and guided him into my pussy, we had no problems with this as I was still dribbling from my cum. I moved gently back and forth on his cock for several minutes, he was groaning under me, his eyes closed when I felt his body tense. The next thing I knew was his cum gushing into my pussy sending me into yet another round of spasms. "I can't believe that sex could ever be this good." I whimpered into his ear after I had eventually stopped cumming. "That wasn't just having sex," he whispered, "that was making love, there is a difference you know." "I know, now."