0 comments/ 97085 views/ 13 favorites And Megan Makes Three Ch. 1 By: Cre8tiveBliss Linda and I usually slept with the window open. In the morning I could hear the birds chirping to each other long before the first rays of sun hit the eastern plains. It was a time of peace and tranquility in my life, and I was never happier than I was with Linda by my side. More often than not, the birds put me back to sleep with their gentle singing. We normally awoke long after the sun played its magic on the bedroom blinds. After almost two years of the best sex of our lives, Linda and I were lounging in bed one Saturday morning, the sunshine bright on the patterned sheets and pillows. Constantly imaginative in our desire to achieve the longest and best "O's", we had tried just about everything two young ladies could do together sexually. Although I could be aggressive when I wanted to be, most of the time I was the more submissive of the two of us, and I enjoyed having my buns or my breasts (especially my nipples!) chastised with whatever instruments of delightful torture Linda could find. We went to the internet and bought all kinds of "toys" and sexual devices. Our toy box was filled to the brim with dildos (vaginal and anal) of all shapes and sizes, whips and paddles, several different riding crops, and bondage tools such as wrist and ankle cuffs, a collar, a penis gag, a blindfold, and almost half a dozen varieties of nipple clamps. In time I surprised even myself with how high a threshold of pain I had achieved. We slept naked together every night, using the heat from our bodies to keep each other warm. A night (or a weekend morning) seldom passed when we did not give each other what we needed to make our bodies glow. As the months passed, we learned the little triggers that either got us going or ended in fulfillment from a night of pure pleasure. Linda knew how much I liked her legs, so she usually wore skirts when jeans would have sufficed. She knew, when she stretched out on the floor reading a book or a newspaper, that one slight turn of her body, offering me a view up her skirt, would set me off. We seemed to know, almost instinctively, what turned each other on. As much as I loved getting my buns spanked in the evening, I cherished our snuggling time in the morning. Waking up next to Linda, my body next to hers, spoon fashion, with my breasts pressing into her back, was all I needed to make me happy. I usually slept this way, the front of my thighs pressed tightly against the back of hers, with my hand resting languidly between her breasts. Her hand was often over mine, holding it in place. She was easy to wake. A slow movement of my thumb over her nipple would cause a slight stir, cupping her breast in my hand would yield a moan, and kissing the warmth of her neck would make her turn her body into mine. We could hold each other, wordlessly, for hours, breast to breast, cheek to cheek, my leg resting leisurely over hers. I always kept myself totally shaved, but Linda didn't. I loved the feel of her soft brown curls against my abdomen. I loved running my fingers through the curls before delving into the goodies between her legs. She enjoyed running the flat of her tongue over my "baldie", as she called it. I must admit I enjoyed it even more. "Oh, babe, I love you," Linda whispered, holding me tightly. "The feeling is mutual, sweetie," I replied, my right hand grabbing as much of her buns as it could. We kissed. First kisses in the morning are as soft and sweet as dew on the rose petals. Our morning kisses, at least the first ones, seldom had the passion of evening ones, but they seemed to have more meaning. These were the embraces that solidified our love. Yes, sexual tension always hung in the air (it had to, we were naked in our embrace), but the love we felt for each other in the morning was nothing short of special. Breaking the kiss, Linda looked so deeply into my eyes I felt like she was searching my soul. Her fingertips lightly touched my cheek. "Beth, Beth, Beth," she whispered. "How I love saying your name." Tears of happiness welled in my eyes. "And I love hearing you say it," I whispered back. "Could any two people be more in love?" She smiled. Her teeth so beautiful. Her lips so soft. Her deep, brown puppy-dog eyes glistening in the first light of the morning. Her finger grazed across my eyebrow, then traced a path to my ear, circling it slowly. I moaned. "If anyone were more in love than us," she replied with a soft laugh, "they would have to be arrested." My free hand found the back of her head. Fingers entwined in the curls of her hair, I brought her face into mine. Our lips melded. This time there was total passion in the kiss, burning with desire. Linda's lips were soft and pliable, and as she churned them gently over mine, the tingle between my legs became suddenly noticeable. "Didn't you get enough last night?" I asked when her head moved back. "I can never get enough of you," she husked, her voice now thick with lust. It was my turn to smile. I bit my lower lip. "Nor I of you." Her middle finger, still circling my ear, suddenly slipped into the canal. It was the coup de gras, and she knew it. I closed my eyes and cocked my head, enjoying the sweet sensation. My ear was more than just a little sensitive; like my nipples, there was a direct line from my ear to my clit. I was instantly putty in her fingers, and she knew it. "You little shit," I moaned. "Do you know what you are doing?" "I know exactly what I am doing," she replied. She kept her finger inside my ear while she lowered her head to my chest. My fingers grasped a handful of her hair. "Oh, babe," I whispered as her lips pursed over my already turgid nipple, the warmth of her breath there sending chills up my spine. By the time her lips formed a perfect "O" over my nipple, I was wet where she wanted me to be. Like a baby, she suckled me softly. Reflexively, my body moved flat against the cool satin sheet and my legs opened invitingly. Accepting the invitation, Linda's leg moved between them, her soft, warm thigh flesh flattening against my "baldie." I pressed my pussy tightly against her thigh as she began to lightly bite my now fully erect nipple between her teeth. My wetness, already seeping from between my lips, began to coat her thigh. The feel of Linda's pussy hairs against my leg drove me wild. Somehow I managed to insinuate a hand between our clasped bodies. I found the curls and ran my fingers through them, causing her to bite me even harder. It was pure lust from that point on. I starting humping Linda's thigh while she clamped her teeth down hard on my nipple. How I loved the sweet pleasure/pain! Obligingly, she opened her legs wider, and my middle finger quickly found the nubbin between her pussy lips. She moaned into my breast as I pressed hard against her clit, then bit me even harder. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I cried out from the sweet pain. "I want to fuck you so bad, it hurts," she said thickly as she raised her head from my chest. "You mean really fuck me?" I asked with a wry smile. "I mean really fuck you," she replied. "Then do it." I don't think I ever wanted her more. Linda arose from the bed. My eyes followed her nakedness to our drawer of toys. Her ass was perfect, and she knew it. She rummaged for a second. She took it out and held it up, the black straps and the long, pink dildo protruding from its leather encasement making me wild with desire. She moved to the side of the bed and looked down at my own naked body, my legs still splayed in open invitation of her pretty "cock." I ran my eyes up and down her body. She was beautiful. Her breasts, fuller than mine, were tipped with tiny pink nipples framed by light-brown, half-dollar sized areolas. Her nipples were hardened pebbles. Her body was sleek, her legs long and lithe. The brown triangle of curls at the base of her abdomen stood out proudly. Her face flushed with the color of lust, Linda raised her left leg and drew the leather harness of the strap-on over her ankle. She bent over to pull the right side in place, her breasts swaying gently. I watched her pull the harness all the way up her legs until the leather shield covered her pussy hairs. The inanimate "cock" seemed to have a life of its own, its ribbed shaft pointing right at me. She pulled the top of the harness around in back, then turned around to let me buckle it tightly around her waist. She turned slowly, holding the dildo proudly in her hand. "Is this what my baby wants?" she husked. I licked my lips suggestively. "Yes, please," I whispered. "Then she needs to suck it first," she said. I turned my body on my side as Linda stepped closer the bed, her strap-on dildo just above the top of the mattress. My lips formed an "O" over the dildo, then wrapped around it. It was a ritual we both enjoyed, the submissive side of me reveling in the power she felt over me. I took her deeply into my mouth, laving the hard dildo with my tongue. I was so soaked between my legs I could feel my juices all over the insides of my thighs. She grasped the back of my head, holding it tightly in place, while she slowly fucked my mouth. The scent emanating from between her legs was intoxicating. "Oh, suck me baby, suck me…" she whispered as she moved the dildo in and out of my mouth. I closed my eyes and sucked until my lips grew tired. When she withdrew, I looked up. Beads of sweat filled her forehead. Lust was written all over her face. "What does my baby want?" "Oh, Linda, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard." She slithered onto the bed, holding her "cock" in her left hand. Slowly she moved between my opened legs, all the while looking down at my hairless slit, wet and glistening in the morning light. There is something special about the feel of a cock about to enter the female body. Maybe it's the thought of what is about to happen, maybe it's the excitement of knowing how good it is going to feel. Linda always kept the head of her "cock" just against the vaginal entrance, sometimes for excruciatingly long periods of time, barely moving it, often ignoring my pleas to put it more deeply inside me. Each slight movement sent tremors through my body. She was the best fuck in the world, well, the only one in the world for me, and I relished every second of it. She teased. I looked up at her, a begging in my eyes, a longing in my loins. Her face was contorted in concentration. Tony Squatritto, my one and only male lover so many years ago, the guy I called the "Italian Stallion", fucked like madman. But when he was done all he wanted was to be left alone. When Linda made love to me, it was sometimes an all day affair, lasting from morning until dawn. No, we wouldn't be doing IT the entire time, but more than once she left her strap-on in place in all day long and took me every time she felt the need, which was often enough to make me a very happy woman indeed. When she finally entered me, it happened so slowly it was almost imperceptible at first. When I finally realized what was happening, I often came just from feeling her fullness inside me. Usually tiny "cums", the precursors to the real thing. When I felt her move more deeply, I put my legs around her waist, my heels digging into her buttocks, and let her take me completely. I moaned so loudly I was sure the neighbors heard me, but I didn't care. This was my moment, this was my world, this was my life. I grunted when I felt the leather base of the harness press against my clit. She was in me all the way now, the thick plastic penis filling me completely. She leaned down and brought her chest to mine, her breasts crushing into me. I felt her move back ever so slightly, then suddenly press hard into me, and I squealed in delight. I was the noisier of the two of us when we made love. It was impossible to hide my desire. As Linda slowly fucked me, my mind swam in a sea of lust. Her rhythm increased and I bucked my hips to meet her thrusts. I used my nails to scratch her back, leaving long streaks of red everywhere I touched. My clit literally throbbed every time she touched it. When I was close to cumming, Linda held her hand over my mouth to stifle the scream. The orgasm seemed to burst forth all at once, and I bit the hand that stifled me as waves of pleasure filled my body. She was done, but she left it in me until I came down completely, perhaps twenty minutes later. As soon as she withdrew, I wanted it back, so fierce was my need for her. When she cuddled next to me, her body hot and moist, I kissed her eyelids. "That was nice," I whispered, my pussy still feeling the last sweet tingles of the ecstasy we had just enjoyed. She smiled. Her "cock", still wet from the copious flow of my juices, pressed against my thigh. Her tiny nipples pressed against mine. "Nothing could ever be better than this," she said with a soft sigh. "You know," I mused, "I wonder what it would be like to have another girl join us." "Beth! What did you just say?" she asked incredulously. I had said it half-jokingly, but all of a sudden my mind buzzed. I thought for a second before answering. "Well, I have always wanted to seduce a straight girl," I finally blurted. She looked at me, wide-eyed. "You're serious," she said. "It might be kind of fun, you know. To teach someone to do some of the things we do. Have you ever thought about it? Be honest." She smiled again. "You are nasty. But I love it! You wouldn't be jealous if you saw me doing something with another girl?" "Not as long as I knew you were mine after she left," I replied, my eyes searching hers for any hint of reluctance. Her eyes brightened. "But who? Who could we seduce." This was the hard part. Naming a name would give away the fact that I had had my eyes on someone else. What the heck, it just might be worth it. "Megan Reynolds," I finally blurted. "Megan? The girl from your office?" she asked with another look of amazement. "Didn't she just get married?" I laughed. "Yes. About a year ago. But the honeymoon is over, and she's been expressing dissatisfaction more and more with her good-for-nothing husband. And I think she's been kind of flirting with me." "You little devil! How old is she?" "Twenty. And she's ripe, Linda. Really ripe!" The pregnant pause before she spoke again sort of scared me. I could see her mind churning. Would she be upset that I would even think of Megan in that way? That sexy way. "Okay, let's do it!" she exclaimed. I smiled broadly. "You are as bad as I am." It would not be until the following Saturday night when I asked Megan over for dinner. I did it so matter-of-factly that it hardly took her by surprise. I sensed she needed a friend to talk to, so she readily accepted. She knew I was living with Linda, but had no idea that Linda and I were lovers. We would break that fact to her gently, then see if she might take some bait. She arrived promptly at six that evening, dressed in dungarees that hugged her delectable buns nicely, with a gray sweatshirt that was so loose I couldn't tell whether or not she was wearing a bra. Her face was as pure as the fallen snow, kind of round, with deep blue eyes and short black hair. She had a cute pug nose and an engaging smile. She didn't wear make-up, nor did she need it. I wore one of my favorite outfits, the blue denim skirt and white cotton half-sleeve, button-down blouse that fit nicely over my breasts, revealing a white lacey bra beneath. Linda wore hip-hugging black shorts and a "T" that molded her tits so tightly that her nipples poked out invitingly through the thin material. She was obviously bra-less. Megan had never met Linda, but upon introduction they were instant friends. It was all too obvious that the pretty girl needed someone to talk to, and we would be her sounding boards. After a couple glasses of Merlot, it didn't take long for the conversation to turn to her declining marriage. Linda sat in the arm chair across from the sofa where Megan and I sat, her legs curled beneath her. She had beautiful legs, and her shorts did nothing to hide them. "But you've only been married a year," Linda said as I watched Megan's eyes begin to tear. "I know," she said. "But Gregg is so different from when I first met him." "How so?" I asked, resting my arm languidly on top of the sofa, my hand a few inches from Megan's left shoulder. I could tell she really wanted to talk about this. "He is so cold at times. I mean, you know, after we make love, he turns the other way and ignores me." I laughed. My thoughts went back immediately to Tony Squattrito. "I know the feeling, hon." She went on. A litany of problems in her marriage. Financial woes. A miscarriage. Gregg losing his job. Perhaps Gregg was cheating on her already. "Have you thought about divorce?" Linda boldly asked. That brought the tears in a steady stream down her pretty cheeks. I put my arm around her, comforting her as she sobbed quietly. My breast pressed against her arm, and for the first time in the evening I felt that all too familiar "twitch" of desire in my loins. Megan finally settled down and I leaned back, settling into the corner of the sofa. I felt sorry for her, but, at the same time, I wanted to get into her jeans so bad I could almost taste it. "You know," she said, "I've been rude. I didn't come here to talk just about me. How about you guys? Do you have someone special?" I took a deep breath, then glanced over at Linda. She nodded an okay that I could tell Megan about us. "We don't have boyfriends," I said, my eyes now fixed on Megan's. "Linda and I are…" I paused. "Linda and I are lovers." Megan looked at me for a brief second, then threw a glance in Linda's direction. She looked startled, not knowing what to say at first. Would this revelation turn her off completely. When she smiled, my pounding heart eased, and she looked back into my eyes. "You know, I thought that you and Linda were more than friends when you first told me about the two of you." "It was that obvious?" I asked incredulously. She laughed. "No, silly. But I saw this twinkle in your eyes every time you talked about her." "And it doesn't bother you?" I pressed. "No," she replied. "Why should it?" "Well, I guess it shouldn't, but some people don't approve of who we are." "Or what we do," Linda chimed in with a hearty laugh. "I've read books about girls, you know, doing that kind of thing. But I've never known anyone who was like that." Her face was slightly red. I sensed immediately that she was at least inquisitive about the subject, but I had no idea where we might be going with this. This was the time to make a move. "Did the books do anything for you?" Her hands fidgeted on her lap. Her lower lip seemed to quiver nervously. "You mean like turn me on?" she finally asked. "Uh-uh," I replied. She blushed more deeply this time. "The truth?" she said in a voice barely above a whisper. All of a sudden I got the distinct feeling that it might be easier to get into this sweetheart's pants than I thought. "If it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable talking about it," I replied. She looked at Linda again, then back at me. She swallowed hard. Words started to form on her lips, then suddenly stopped. When she accrued enough of a nerve in her spinning mind, she looked straight into my eyes and said, "I liked the idea…of… of two women together very much." Bingo! Goal almost achieved. Half-way home. The rest would be easy. She was ripe for the picking, and Linda and I knew it. "So do we," I laughed. Megan's face suddenly showed a deep inquisitiveness. "Do you guys do things like in the books I read?" she asked with a nervous smile. "We probably do a lot more than what you read about," Linda interjected. "What did the girls do in the books?" And Megan Makes Three Ch. 1 "Well, they kissed each other… you know… down there." Her face was a bright shade of red now. "I think we do that, don't we Linda?" I asked with a sexy smile. "Are we embarrassing you Megan?" I asked. Megan's eyes fluttered softly. "No," she replied. "Have you ever seen two girls kiss?" Linda asked from her perch on the chair. I think Megan guessed where this was heading. She could have left right then if she wanted to. But she didn't. She shook her head in the negative and bit her lower lip. "Then watch," said Linda, uncurling her legs from beneath her and arising from the chair. She approached me slowly, her eyes fixed on mine. I couldn't believe this was happening so soon. "BethAnne has such soft lips," she whispered as she leaned down and brushed her lips across mine, a warm breath of air filling my mouth. I sensed Megan's eyes on the point of impact as Linda softly kissed me. I moaned. The kiss lasted all of ten or twenty seconds. When she broke it, I looked right at Megan. "Mmm. Nice." Megan turned a thousand shades of red. "Would you like one too?" Linda asked boldly as she straightened up and looked right into the pretty girl's eyes. Megan closed her eyes. "Yes," she replied. "I think I would." With one leg on the outside of Megan's leg, and the other squinched between her knees, Linda leaned over once more, placing her hands on top of the sofa, and kissed Megan's forehead. Megan's tiny gasp spoke wonders. The tip of Megan's nose was next. She opened her lips, ready for the event that would change her life completely. Linda used the tip of tongue to lick the pursed lips beneath her, moving her tongue in a gentle circle that she had used so effectively on me so many times. When Megan sighed, Linda brought her lips down, evenly, and pressed into the pliable tissue. I could see Megan returning the kiss. It was surprising to me, knowing that she had only met Linda less than an hour ago, that Megan would be so agreeable. The kiss lasted for less than half a minute, but from that moment on I knew we had reached our goal. Linda was first to break the kiss. It seemed Megan could have gone on and on. "You kiss very nicely," Linda said in a voice thick with honey. "Wow," said Megan. "I don't believe I just did that." "Did you like it?" I asked. Megan giggled nervously. "Yes, I did," she said in a voice just above a whisper. "Would you like to see some more of the things girls do to girls?" asked Linda. "BethAnne and I would be happy to show you." Maybe it was the affect of the wine. Maybe it was that innate desire in all of us to explore the unknown. But Megan, the pretty "straight" girl from the accounting and finance office, replied, "I think I would like that." Linda moved over and stood in front of me, her eyes on mine. I think she sensed my nervousness. When she knelt down my heart started pounding. We were about to put on a little show. I uncrossed my legs. My skirt was already at mid-thigh, my bare legs pale in comparison to Linda's. "BethAnne is a fucking hottie," breathed Linda. "She can't get enough sex." I closed my eyes as Linda bent down and kissed each of my knees, then ran her hands along the outside of my legs, under my denim skirt, pushing it further up my legs in the process. "Open for me," she husked. I did, offering her a view of my lacey white panties and a panty crotch already moist with my juices. Linda moved her hands to the insides of my legs and opened me even more. I sensed Megan watching us, and felt a rush I had not known before. Maybe I was a born exhibitionist. Whatever the reason, this was a big turn-on for me. I felt Linda pushing my skirt higher, so I raised my hips and let her push it all the way up, bunching it around my hips. It gave Megan an unobstructed view of my panties as Linda lowered her head and began an upward trail of kisses inside my splayed legs, from one side to the other. I moaned as the tip of her tongue circled tantalizingly before each kiss. Hardly without a thought, almost imperceptibly, I moved my hand behind Megan's head and curled my fingers in her hair. When she didn't stop me, I lowered my hand and lightly scratched the nape of her neck. She cooed softly. When Linda's lips found the top of my panty crotch, just over my burgeoning clit, I gently pulled Megan toward me and whispered, "Kiss me." Megan's lips literally melted on mine just as Linda pursed hers around the little protrusion inside my panties. I moaned into Megan's kiss, then ran my hand under the back of her sweatshirt. Her skin was delicate and soft. And, no, I soon found out, she wasn't wearing a bra. Why was this so getting to be so easy? Linda reached under me and began lowering my panties over my hips. I raised my body up and closed my legs to help her achieve her endeavor. Megan broke her kiss long enough to look down and see what Linda had just uncovered— my hairless cunt. "You have no hair down there!" she exclaimed. "Linda likes it like that," I whispered. "Kiss me some more. I like the way you kiss." She kissed me again, fully, her tongue slowly working its way between my lips. My tongue met hers and we exchanged saliva. The next move would set a ball in motion that would either end the festivities or keep them moving. Boldly, I moved my hand to the front of Megan's body and found a hanging breast. I cupped it, than ran my middle finger over an already hardened nipple. Megan gasped, then kissed me harder. Finally I knew she was mine. Ours. Mine and Linda's. Linda's tongue laved my pussy, first on the outside of my puffy lips, then slowly working its way inside, through the folds, until it found the clit and then the unbelievably wet vagina. I knew Megan could hear the slurping noises. She must have known what Linda was doing to me. I broke our kiss, then looked deeply into Megan's eyes. "Why don't you take off your sweatshirt," I whispered. "It's getting warm in here. Without batting an eye, she grasped the bottom of the shirt and casually pulled it over her head, shaking her disheveled hair back into place as she threw the shirt on the floor. Her breasts were gorgeous, with huge areolas and a roundness that almost defied imagination. Her nipples, a darker brown than the surrounding areolas, stood out smartly. She saw me look at her breasts and smiled. She knew I liked them. I looked up at her and said, pointing to my mouth, "Here." She leaned forward and brought her right breast over my mouth. I blew warm air over the nipple for several seconds as Megan cocked her head to the side, a look of pure enjoyment on her face, basking in the sensation. "Lower," I whispered. Megan lowered her breast into my mouth and I greedily sucked it like a baby. She literally squealed in delight. I had hoped she would be hot, but even I was surprised at her willingness to be engage in sex with someone of her own gender so easily. Linda stopped sucking my pussy long enough to say, "I think we need to go to the bedroom." She arose from her kneeling position, her face wet with my juices, and moved toward the bedroom, stripping her clothes off enroute. She was totally naked by the time she jumped on the bed, giggling excitedly. I held Megan's hand as we neared the bedroom. "I hope you are ready for this," I said. Her faced still flushed, she had a bright smile on her face. "I was born ready," she quipped. I couldn't believe our luck. Linda was on the bed, legs spread wide, smiling sweetly. "I think you guys are overdressed," she said. "Not for long," I whispered sexily, motioning Megan toward me with a beckoning index finger. Her breasts were beautiful. She moved next to me, somewhat nervously. "I don't believe I am doing this," she said. "We have a lot to teach you, sweetie. No use being shy now." My hands went to her belt buckle and I quickly undid it, letting the two halves of the leather belt fall open to either side. Deftly, I undid the metal button, then pulled the zipper down. She was wearing silky-white, bikini-styled panties that quickly came into view as I eased the dungarees over Megan's supple hips and let them fall into a circle around her feet. Easing my thumbs into the elastic top of the panties, I whisked them all the way down her legs in one smooth motion. Her pussy hairs, black as coal, formed a thick triangle of curls at her lower abdomen. She stepped gracefully out of the circle of her jeans and undies, as naked as the day she was born. "Okay, now me," I whispered. "You want me to undress you?" she asked with an incredulous look on her face. "That would be nice," I replied sexily. She turned beet red once more, but stepped closer to me and began unbuttoning my blouse. With the last button undone, she pulled the halves of the blouse over my shoulders and let it glide softly down my arms. "I like your bra," she said, staring at the lace and cleavage in front of her. "Touch my breasts," I whispered. Without a moment's hesitation, Megan cupped both of my breasts in her hands, squeezing them gently. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. Linda looked on at the show before her, smiling brightly. "Now my skirt," I said. Megan's hands moved from my breasts to the side of my skirt. Skillfully she undid the button and unzipped me. The skirt fell quickly to the floor. I stepped out it, clad only in my bra. I turned around, giving her access to the clasp in back. She fumbled with it slightly before I felt it loosen. It free-fell to the floor in front of me. I turned back, facing her, the both of us totally naked now. Tiny goose-bumps dotted my areolas. Megan's eyes widened and roamed over my body. My breasts were smaller than hers and Linda's, but my nipples were twice the size of either. "You are beautiful, BethAnne," she said, staring at my naked body. "And you are too," I whispered as I took in her nakedness as well. I put my arm around her waist, drew her into me, flesh to flesh, and gently kissed her. Her body melted into mine, the thick hairs of her pussy pressing into my abdomen. "Scared?" I asked as I backed away slightly. "A little," she admitted. "Does this make me a lesbian?" "No," I laughed. "It just makes you curious, baby." Megan laughed as well, a little nervously. She cast a furtive glance back at Linda, whose finger was now toying unashamedly with her clit, then back at me. "I think Linda is enjoying the show." "But I think Miss Megan needs to enjoy the show," I said. Lie down on the bed, sweetie, next to Linda. She turned toward the bed. Her ass was firm and tight. Spankable I thought for a moment. Very spankable. She eased herself onto the bed, laid back, and rested her head on a pillow. I jumped on the bed and kneeled between the two naked girls, giving both of them a full frontal view of my nakedness. I looked down at Megan. Her legs were almost totally closed. I touched her thigh and whispered, "Open." She did. My left hand closed over Megan's mound, my right hand over Linda's. "I am going to do the same thing, at the same time, to each of you," I said. "You each will know what I am doing to the other. You may kiss each other while I am doing it." Linda moved her body closer to Megan's, turned her head, brought her hand to Megan's cheek, and kissed her. I ran my fingers through the curly hairs of two pussies, Linda's being the softer of the two by far. Moving my hands lower, I cupped the vulvas of each and listened to the moans of two naked females beneath me. This was more than I ever could have imagined, and I wanted to savor the moment forever. I watched Linda and Megan exchange French kisses. Linda's hand roamed over Megan's body, coming to rest on her right breast and squeezing it gently, eliciting yet another soft moan. I used a middle finger from each hand to dip into the honeypots of two hot women. This time they each moaned loudly into the kiss. Both of them were unbelievably wet. The squishing sounds of two pussies was music to my ears. I began to finger-fuck them both, simultaneously, in a slow, gentle rhythm, stopping long enough from time to time to let them savor the delightful feelings. Taking my fingers out of each sopping pussy, I moved to their clits and teased each of them to my heart's content. I soon alternated between clit and vagina, again doing each of them in the same way at the same time. I kept it up for ten or fifteen minutes, listening delightedly to the Megan's squeals and Linda's moans. To my surprise, Megan came first, bucking her hips wildly and panting into Linda's mouth. When Linda sensed what was happening, she soon came as well. I fell between the two them, face down, wondering how Linda and I had been so lucky to find this little hottie. Little did I know that we were about to get even luckier… And Megan Makes Three Ch. 2 Here was Megan, in our bed. The cute 20-year old, the wannabe lesbian, a les virgin until this evening, totally naked in our bed. The sexy little babe, who had only read about things girls did to other girls, had just experienced her first time with another woman, and she loved it. Yes, here was sweet little Megan, in our bed. The three of us were totally naked, Linda and Megan on their backs, with little old me sandwiched between them, on my tummy. The silence in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. I wondered what Megan would say about all the evening's activities. I feigned sleep, but opened my eyelids just wide enough to study her pert breasts, almost conically shaped, her nipples now more awake than they had ever been, pointing skyward, pink and hard, just waiting there to be laved or sucked. Megan was the first to break the eerie silence. She giggled. "BethAnne, you little stinker, you made me cum!" I laughed. Before I could reply, Linda chimed in. "That makes two of us. She obviously has no morals, Miss Megan." I quickly retorted, "Well, isn't it nice of you two goody-twoshoes to get on my case. I didn't hear either of you begging for me to stop." Our laughter filled the room. The three of us were so happy together. I was so glad we had invited Megan over. Behind me, Linda rolled over on her side, her right elbow pressed into the pillow, her head resting on her hand. From her vantage point, she had a nice view of my upturned buns and the front of Megan's naked body. Nonchalantly, she ran her left hand over my ass, scratching it lightly with her fingernails, raising goose- bumps wherever she touched. Megan's eyes were closed in reverie. She was half-smiling, like a cat who had just stolen the cream. "It was even more than I expected," she said in a voice barely above a whisper. "Really?" I asked. She sighed. "I came three times, BethAnne. In waves. Two big ones and a little one. Then lots of tingles. It was wonderful!" "She's multi-orgasmic!" Linda giggled. "Every lesbian's dream," I quipped. Megan's face turned a bright red. "That never happened before. Honestly. I was so turned on! BethAnne seemed to know just where all my special love-spots were. It was just amazing!" I reached over her body and let my left hand drop languidly to her abdomen, then lightly soothed the baby-soft skin just above the dark forest of curls with my fingertips. "Mmm. That feels good," she cooed. I leaned in close to her ear. "I thought you were a little hottie from the first day I met you. I liked the way you looked in those short skirts. More than once I tried to see what was up there, like when you crossed your legs, but you were always too careful, you stinker." Linda's fingertips found my ass crease and moved back and forth just inside the crevice, just as mine lightly brushed across the top of Megan's curls. I knew Linda was watching what I was doing, the little voyeur. Megan laughed. "I didn't know girls looked up other girls' skirts. Shame on you!" "Well, I only tried to look up yours. Unfortunately, I was singularly unsuccessful in my mission." "Now that I know where your interests lie, I may have to give you a show now and then. I mean you've already seen everything there is to see, so there is no reason to hide anything from you now." It was my turn to laugh. "You better not turn me on at work, young lady, or I just might throw you over a desk and have my way with you." I slowly twirled my middle and index fingers inside the forest of Megan's pussy hairs, gathering the hair between the two fingers and straightening the curls out before letting them return to their normal shape. "Are you trying to turn me on again?" she asked. "Maybe," I replied, blowing warm air into her ear. "Would that upset you?" "Never answer a question with a question," she quipped. "Do you have time to stay and get turned on again?" I asked, ignoring her suggestion regarding the answering of a question with a question. "I think she should stay the night," interrupted Linda. Megan's eyes opened wide. She obviously liked the suggestion. "What should I tell my husband?" she asked. Linda thought for a brief second. "Tell him you are too tipsy to drive." Megan laughed. "And too horny to leave either of you." Linda turned and grabbed the cordless phone from its cradle, then handed it to Megan. The keypads lit up automatically when she turned it on, and Megan dialed the number. "Hi Gregg, it's me. I'm still over BethAnne and Linda's house. Would you mind if I stayed the night here? A few glasses of wine did me in." I blew more warm air into Megan's ear and she turned her head toward me long enough to give me one of those exasperated if-you-keep-doing-that-I'm-going-to- knock-your-lights-out looks. Unfortunately, she couldn't hold back the smile that followed. Emboldened by her smile, I grasped a whole handful of her pussy hair and squeezed it. "Omigod!" she gasped. It was obvious that Gregg had asked her what in the world was going on. "Oh, nothing," she replied, "we were just watching a scary movie and I thought I saw a ghost." Smart girl, this Megan. Quick on her feet. I liked that. Gregg gave her permission to stay and she ended the call with a soft, "I love you, sweetie." She handed the phone back to Linda and said, "Now he can jerk off for the rest of the evening." We all laughed. She was so cute I could hardly believe it. "And you, you little shit," she said, turning her head toward me, "I was trying to concentrate on talking to Gregg and you…" I squeezed the hairs again, interrupting her. "Who, me?" Her eyes closed once more and she cocked her head to the side, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. "You better not do that," she whispered huskily. "No?" I asked. She took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. "You might awaken a sleeping tigress," she said. "Then I'll just have to suffer the consequences," I said as my hand moved between her slightly opened legs. My middle finger searched the already moistened folds of her pussy for the source of the wetness. Simultaneously, one of Linda's fingers found my rosebud, circled it, then entered my rectum easily. I gasped loudly into Megan's ear, scaring her. "Are you okay?" she asked excitedly. I half-chuckled to myself. "Well, about as okay as anyone can be with someone's finger in their butt." Megan's eyes opened wide, a look a pure astonishment on her face. She raised her head up just far enough to see Linda's busy hand at the base of my buns. "Omigod, you're serious!" she blurted. "Doesn't it hurt?" "It only hurts when I laugh," I said. Then I started laughing so hard it brought tears to my eyes. Megan couldn't believe it. "I read about that kind of thing in one of those books, but I never knew it really happened," she said. Linda's finger wormed its way more deeply into me. She leaned hard into me, her breasts pressing into my back. My laughter suddenly turned to moans of pleasure, and Megan knew I was really enjoying what was happening. When Linda started moving her finger in and out, I couldn't suppress my pleasure. I let out a long, happy sigh. I decided to get brave. "Would you like to try it?" I asked. She shot a quick you're-really-serious, aren't-you glance in my direction. I could see her mind racing behind her cute little puppy-dog eyes. "Maybe," she replied sexily. I looked at her face, now flushed with embarrassment. "Maybe yes, or maybe no?" There was a long, pregnant pause. She took a deep breath, then let it out. "Maybe yes, but be gentle," she whispered. I didn't want to wait for her to change her mind. "Roll over on your tummy," I said in a firm voice. Still red-faced, she turned over, presenting Linda and I with a view of the most delectable pair of buns one could ever imagine. As Linda took her finger from its warm sheath, I moved over Megan's body, settling in to her left side. Linda took my place on her right side. It was Megan's turn to be the inside of a three-woman sandwich. We both moved lower along Megan's body until our heads were just above the pretty girl's hips. I looked into Linda's eyes and smiled. "She wants to try it," I said. "We shouldn't deny her," said Linda, grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat. Our hands moved simultaneously to Megan's sweet derriere. We staked our claims to our respective territories immediately, each of us kneading the soft flesh of the split pumpkin nearest us. Megan moaned in delight. "She seems to like it so far," I said. A thin bead of sweat formed on Linda's brow. She was really getting worked up for this. "Must be beginner's luck," she replied. We each grabbed a handful of ass flesh as we listened to Megan's sighs and groans. It was music to our ears, goading us on. "Let's check the target area," I suggested. We each moved our hands to the lower part of Megan's bum. As if on cue, we each pried the two halves apart, immediately exposing the cute, puckered circle of her anus. "Nice," I whispered, staring at the crinkled opening. "Very nice," husked Linda, enjoying the same view. "Omigod!" cried Megan, realizing exactly what was happening. "I've never felt so exposed!" "No use being shy now," I said in a soft, soothing voice. "Just relax and enjoy." "I'm so nervous..." she gasped, her voice trailing into the void of the semi- darkened room. "We can stop, if you don't want us to do this," I said. "If you stop now," said the young cutie, "the police will be questioning me tomorrow about the two dead people in this room!" She folded her arms on top of the pillow and rested her head on her forearm. She was putty in our hands. I had the feeling she would do anything we wanted her to do. "Relax and enjoy," I whispered. "Open your legs a bit more." Megan opened her legs just wide enough for me to insinuate my hand between them. Her pussy, at least the outside of it, was warm and wet. My finger, sliding easily between the folds, into the slit, quickly discovered a veritable lake of creamy moisture. I quickly gathered copious amounts of her juices on my middle finger, then slowly brought the glistening finger to her tiny anus. Megan gasped when my moisture-laden finger coated her nether opening with a sufficient amount of lubrication to prepare her for the coming invasion. Linda sat back and watched as I circled the rosebud, teasing it. Megan's whole body shivered at the touch. Her hands grasped the pillow tightly at my first, tentative entrance into her virgin asshole. She suddenly tightened. "Easy," I whispered. "Just let it happen, babe." I felt Megan relax. Her body slumped into the bed as I eased just the tip of my middle finger into her anus. She gasped out loud. I pressed a bit harder against the pliable entrance, then felt the portal give way. I held my finger there, barely inside her, letting her grow accustomed to this new feeling. "Oh, yes! I like that!" she exclaimed. Emboldened by her obvious excitement, I wiggled my finger ever so slightly. She gasped again, more loudly. I pushed in more, feeling her anus grip my invading finger as it moved further inside. I held the position again, waiting for her to relax. The next slow movement brought the invasion to the first knuckle. I wiggled it gently. Megan grunted, then sighed softly. I felt her relax completely, and used the opportunity to gain more ground. When I reached my second knuckle, I stopped again, savoring the tight feeling around my finger. "She's a natural," I said to Linda in a thick, lust-filled voice. "I want a turn," she replied. Begrudgingly, I removed my finger to give Linda her opportunity to feel the no longer virgin entrance. I watched her hand disappear between Megan's legs just as I moved further up the young girl's body, pressing my breasts into her back and gently kissing the nape of her neck. At her first loud moan, I knew that Linda had entered her, and I squeezed her shoulder with my hand to comfort her. She was breathing heavier now, growing more excited by the minute with this new, wonderful feeling. Megan gasped one more time, the loudest yet. "In the to the hilt!" exclaimed Linda. "WOW!" cried Megan. I kissed Megan's face, all over it, from her chin to her forehead, as Linda began a slow in and out finger movement that drew unintelligible guttural sounds from deep in Megan's throat. "What a beautiful feeling!" she continued. "Oh, that is soooooooooo nice!" Linda did Megan's ass for the better part of ten minutes, leaving the poor girl in a sinking, silent heap on the soft mattress. I turned my head toward Linda. "Should we teach her some more?" I asked. Before Linda was able to reply, Megan gasped, "There's more?" "Even nicer feelings," I whispered into her ear. "Show her," said Linda. I didn't need a lot of coaxing. Megan was as hot as firecracker, and I wanted to be the first watch her explode. I trailed a sea of kisses along the length of her spine, stopping only long enough on my journey plant two long, sweet, passionate kisses on each delightful bun. Linda removed her finger from Megan's asshole and leaned back, watching my mouth disappear between the cheeks. At the first touch of the tip of my tongue to already beleaguered target, Megan's hips rose from the bed and she let out a long "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "Must have struck a nerve," quipped Linda. I was too involved in my endeavor to reply. I circled the nubbin with the tip of my tongue, over and over, as Megan bucked her hips and groaned more loudly with each exquisite touch. It was the first rimming of her young life, but I had the feeling it would not be her last. Reflexively, she moved her right hand underneath her body, between her legs, and started tweaking her own clit. Her breaths were coming in short gasps now, interspersed with more unintelligible sounds. Suddenly I split the tight portal in half, forcing my tongue inside as far as I could get it. It wasn't inside her more than twenty seconds when it happened—she didn't just come, she literally exploded. Grunts and groans. Loud gasps. Long, labored breaths. Her whole body twitching. Her hand tightly gripping the pillow. It had to have been the most intense orgasms of her young life. I withdrew my tongue slowly, letting her savor the feeling. She came down slowly, wordlessly, almost breathlessly. Linda scratched her back lightly while I adorned each side of her split pumpkin with soft, tender kisses. Finally, she turned over, her face totally flushed, with a wide smile on face. "Unfuckingbelievable," she sighed. Her smile lit up the room. Linda and I slithered up either side of Megan's naked body. Each of our bodies meshed as one. Linda and I held hands as we kissed Megan's face. As if on cue, when she closed her eyes in delightful ecstasy, we each planted a tiny kiss on her eyelids. "I hope that was it, cause my heart can't take too much more," she said with a bright laugh. "Oh, there's more," I said. "Lots more," added Linda. Megan had an astonished I-can't-believe-it look on her face. "I mean, what else can you do with my buns?" she asked. Linda and I looked at each other, half-laughing. "Well, cute little derrieres like yours were just made to be spanked," I said. "And paddled," added Linda. Megan looked at me quickly, then shifted her gaze to Linda, trying to read our faces for any signs of laughter. "You're serious?" she asked. "Very," I replied. "But in fairness, I think you should watch Linda wail into me a bit before you take the plunge." "Will it hurt?" "A bit," I replied. "But it's a nice hurt." I had the feeling this girl would do anything asked of her. Perhaps I was right. "Would you like to watch?" "I'd like nothing better," she replied with a cute smile. I immediately fell in love with her dimpled cheeks. Linda got up and moved to our toy chest, bent over, showing the both of us her delicious ass in the process. She rummaged for a few seconds, then straightened back up. In her right hand was a two-inch wide black leather strap with a ribbed handle and small "D" ring. She smiled, then slapped the stinger part of the paddle into her palm with a loud crack. "Get your ass over the corner of the bed," she ordered, looking straight into my eyes with her famous look of disdain. Megan gulped, then watched me arise from the bed and position myself as Linda had commanded, my legs straddling the corner of the mattress, my pussy pressed tightly into the satin sheet. Like Megan had recently done, I folded my arms in front of me and rested my head on the upper arm. It was a comfortable position, but one that left me totally exposed between my legs and my ass in a perfect position for a good wailing. Megan sat up on her haunches, her breasts hanging nicely from her chest, her legs folded beneath her. Her "initiation" into our world was about to take a whole new turn. Linda moved behind me, slightly to my left, where she could wield her right- handed power more easily on my proffered buns. I braced myself as best I could for the coming onslaught. Of all the toys we had in our little chest, the paddle Linda was about to use had one of the sharpest stings. The unforgiving leather had little give to it when it met flesh. Its loud crack might have been worse than its bite, but the "stinger", as I called it, left a impression on its victim that would often last well into the following day, sometimes even the following week. Linda's strokes were impossible to gauge. Just when I thought she was about to let loose with the first lash, she gently caressed my ass with the paddle, in tiny circles. When she snapped her hand back, a prelude to the paddle's kiss, I braced myself again, only to feel the leather barely touching my skin once more. The position I was in was embarrassing, and the affect of her false starts was maddening. I raised my head up far enough to see Megan, her legs still crossed beneath her, staring almost wide-eyed at the scene before her. I could only imagine what was going through her mind. When Linda held the stinger behind me for several agonizing seconds, I knew the paddling was soon to begin. I had steeled myself to take each stroke stoically, to show Megan how well I could take the pain that was about to be heaped upon me. So when the first one landed, with a loud CRACK that echoed throughout the room, I hardly winced. I was extremely proud of the high threshold of pain that I had developed over the past year. Sometimes it made Linda mad that I didn't give in to her, especially when she was in one of her prima-domme moods. Once she realized I was accepting her strokes with nary a whimper, she became bolder in her delivery of whatever instrument she was using. Sometimes I won, taking it all without a peep. Sometimes she won, drawing out squeals of pain. Though I would never tell her, most of the time I let her win. And never, not once, did I use the safe-word "mercy" that we had agreed would end any session that I could not handle. The next three deliveries of the wicked paddle were in quick succession, all hitting the same spot with unbelievable precision. I opened my eyes long enough, once more, to see Megan cringe at the sight. When I winked at her and gave her a half smile, as if to say I was feeling nothing from Linda's onslaught, she seemed to ease back a bit. Unfortunately, the next stroke, the hardest one yet, made me wince from the pain and grunt from deep inside my throat. When I thanked Linda for that last hard one, Megan couldn't believe it. With Megan looking on, I didn't expect Linda to give one of her better performances on my poor derriere, and I was right. I counted a dozen of them, only one or two of her "best," before she placed the paddle next to me on the bed and moved her hand between my splayed legs. And Megan Makes Three Ch. 2 "It's like a river, Megan!" she exclaimed. "The little slut loves to get her ass beaten. Come here, sweetie." Linda's fingers made sweet music with the cream inside my pussy, changing the pain I had felt to pure pleasure, while Megan arose from the bed and moved next to her. "Feel all that wetness," said Linda, stepping back and offering our new friend unfettered access to my sex. Tentatively at first, Megan put her hand between my legs. When she felt the first hint of moisture, she became bolder, working her middle finger into the slit and discovering what Linda had said she would find—free-flowing juices that quickly coated her invading finger. When she withdrew it, she marveled at the glistening moisture she had gathered from her brief journey. My ass was a bright red. Megan ran her hand over it to feel the heat that was emanating from the skin. I knew at that point we had discovered a little treasure in this pretty girl. And I knew the three of us would soon be embarking on travels none of us had ever dreamed of. Even I would be surprised at how far Megan would be willing to go... And Megan Makes Three Ch. 3 "Does a spanking hurt?" asked Megan in a sweet, innocent little voice. "Well, I guess you could say that it hurts kinda good," I laughed, thinking to myself that we had found a golden treasure in this sweet girl. "What do you mean, BethAnne?" I could almost feel her eyes on my nicely reddened buns. "Mmm. It's a bit hard to explain. A spanking or a whipping always comes with a certain amount of pain. That's normal. But after a while, the nerve endings in my behind start to tingle. That's when pain and pleasure mix and pretty soon it is all pleasure. After a while, it doesn't seem to matter how hard Linda spanks me, it only gets more and more pleasurable." "Is that why you are so... so wet?" "Yes, sweetie. A spanking is as more of a sexual thing than you realize. And Linda always makes love to me after she spanks me. I am usually so hot that I cum almost immediately. Sometimes I cum even while she is doing it to me. Those tend to be really intense orgasms." "She didn't make love to you this time," said Megan, almost sympathetically. "It doesn't mean I am not going to," interrupted Linda. "I wanted you to feel how warm Beth's ass is. And how hot she is between her legs." "She was soaked!" exclaimed our newfound friend. "The little slut gets hot just at the thought of her ass being spanked. She almost drools at the sight of a paddle or a whip. If I just hint that I am going to abuse her sweet, little buns, she starts dripping. She certainly proves the Pavlovian dog theory." Megan's eyes widened. Her mind was spinning uncontrollably. "Do you suppose you could spank me?" she finally blurted. Linda sensed the slight hesitation in Megan's voice, her fear that she was entering uncharted waters. Just as Linda had done when she first introduced me to spanking, her reply was meant to soothe Megan's apprehension. "Sweetie, I would go very easy at first, just to see if you like it. If you do like it, we can go further. It is important to understand that we never go beyond your limits. I stop when you want me to stop. I take you further and further until you reach the boundary of what you are capable of receiving." I turned my head slightly to look back at Megan. She was cute as button, her face blushing a bright shade of red. "Where do you want me?" she asked excitedly. Linda laughed. "Whoa, girl. We have lots of time. I am not through with BethAnne yet. She needs a little release. Do you want to help me?" Her face turned a brighter shade of red. She cast a furtive glance at my upturned ass, then looked back at Linda. "What do you want me to do?" she asked. Her excitement was unbridled. Linda reached into the drawer of the nightstand and located a tube of salve for my beleaguered buns. She handed it to Megan. "Here, put some of this on her backside so the sting goes away. While I get ready..." I closed my eyes. Linda didn't often use the salve cream on me. She usually preferred to let the pain settle in. I assumed she was letting me off the hook to calm Megan's fears more than anything else. Megan removed the cap of the tube, spread some of the white cream on her palm, then brought it to my ass. "Oh!" I cried as the cold salve touched my still hot pumpkin. But it soon started its soothing affect and before long I was arching my hips off of the corner of the bed as Megan's hand quickly alleviated the sting back there. The affect was so calming that I was almost in a world of my own. I opened my eyes long enough to catch Linda move to a kneeling position behind me. I closed my eyes and smiled. Megan was about to learn another lesson about lesbian love. Linda placed her hand over Megan's and followed its relaxing travels over my proffered buttocks. "She has such a nice, tight, beautiful ass," whispered Linda. "I could look at it for hours." Megan giggled. "And I think the salve is starting to make it feel a lot better!" she exclaimed. "Mmmmm, much better," I cooed. "I need to make this little girl happy," said Linda. "Why don't you just stand off to the side and watch, and then we can get your ass fired up when I'm done. This is your learning time." With my legs straddling the corner of the bed, Linda had easy access to my ass and my honeypot. I felt the palms of her hands on the insides of my thighs. Using her thumbs, she opened my pussy lips and exposed my glistening slit. I moaned softly when she blew warm air over my vagina. When the warm air moved to my clit, I felt a tingle move all the way up my spine. "Oh, that feels so good," I whispered. I wondered what Megan was thinking, watching Linda take care of a deep need inside of me. I knew she would soon lead me to another beautiful orgasm. In our three years of loving, she knew exactly how to get me off, time after time. I was deeply in love with her and she knew it. "Stand just a bit closer, sweetie," Linda said to Megan. "In fact, why don't you kneel next to her while I show you a few things. I'm sure BethAnne won't mind at all if you watch." Megan knelt and now had a bird's-eye view of my wide open slit. It excited me to have two women back there. "See how her clit is so nice and pink," said Linda. "But it turns an even deeper shade of pink, in fact, it gets an almost reddish hue as soon as it gets pleasured." "Very nice," replied Megan. "And I like the way her pussy is shaved like that! I think I need to shave mine." "Maybe we can take care of that for you, hon," laughed Linda. "Now let's get a better look inside this sweet little honeypot." Still using her thumbs, Linda spread my petals as wide as she could. I felt so completely exposed, yet amazingly thrilled at the same time. Megan was getting a good look at my glistening sex and seemed to be enjoying it immensely. And Linda was certainly enjoying her role as Megan's teacher. Her classroom was our bedroom. "The entrance to the vagina is one of BethAnne's most sensitive areas. Watch this..." Linda drew near enough to my splayed pussy to make me feel her warm breath on it. Using just the tip of her tongue, she circled the edge of my womanhood in a sweet, slow movement that immediately caused me to moan out loud. She kept it up for a several moments, driving me crazy with pleasure. Her tongue didn't move very far into me, but it didn't have to. She was right—this was one of my favorite pleasure spots. Linda eased back. "Do you want to try, honey?" "Oh, yes!" Megan exclaimed. I sensed the two girls exchange places. "Just the tip of your tongue," said Linda in a teacher-like tone. "Remember, in a circle around the edge. The object is to sort of tease her. " Just like Linda had done, Megan spread me open with her thumbs. I gasped when her tongue found its mark. Her movements were not as smooth as Linda's, but she was an avid pupil. And her tongue intruded into me just a bit farther that Linda's, but who was I to argue? "That's it, sweetie," coaxed Linda, "look—she getting even wetter. The little slut loves this!" "Can I put my tongue in further?" she asked, "I want to taste her." "I think she might like that," said Linda. Megan brought her warm, soft lips flush with my pussy, then suddenly speared me. Even though I suspected what she was going to do, it took me by surprise and I literally squealed in ecstasy. Not resting on her laurels, she started moving her tongue in and out. Her sweet slurping sounds filled the air. The girl was a natural lesbian if there ever was one. "Oh, yes!" I cried, over and over. Keeping her tongue deep inside me and her mouth plastered against my sex, she shook her head wildly. I knew from that moment on I could never get enough of this woman's tongue. Copious amounts of my juices coated her face, but the more I gushed, the more she seemed to thrust her tongue in and out of me. I gripped the bedspread as tightly as I could with my hands and groaned loudly. I was close to cumming. "Oh, Megan!" I gasped, "I don't want to cum yet. Let's do a real three-some first." "A real three-some?" asked Linda inquisitively. "A circle of love," I replied. I turned my head and watched a wide smile grace Linda's face. She knew immediately what I meant. "Fantastic idea, girl!" she panted. Megan drew her head back, and looked at Linda. Her face literally glistened with the results of her efforts. I scrambled to the middle of the bed and curled into a fetal position, with my legs splayed in open invitation for the next person on the bed. Linda soon joined me, her head delving into the "V" between my legs. She left enough room on the bed for the circle to be filled, and Megan quickly got the idea. Megan joined us by curling her body into position, giving me access to her hot sex while she began to oblige Linda. We formed a perfect circle, each of us with our own feast of pleasure. I used my fingers to open Megan wide, taking time to enjoy the view of her already wet pussy before I pursed my lips over her clit. The sounds of sex filling the room was intoxicating. I was doing Megan, Megan was pleasuring Linda, and Linda was literally fucking me with her insatiable tongue. I know I exploded first, and the waves of ecstasy caused me to drive Megan wild. I took long, slow swathes with my tongue flat against her pussy lips, pausing from time to time to circle her clit or spear her vagina. She cried out loudly and gripped my head with her thighs. She, too, had succumbed to pleasure. Linda was last to explode, but by no means least. Her mouth covered almost all of my pussy and she gasped hot air into me each time a spasm hit her. Linda always came hard, but this was the hardest I could ever remember. The three of us remained on the bed, exhausted, in total silence, except for our labored breathing that slowly subsided. "Wow!" I said. "Double wow!" laughed Linda. "Quadruple wow!" exclaimed Megan. We all giggled like teenagers. The happiness in the room was obvious. We all rested for a few moments, each of us with our own sweet thoughts. "Well," said Megan, breaking the silence. "I do believe that Linda promised to give me a little spanking." "Well," I said, "that's only half correct." "What do you mean?" she asked. "You are going to get your wish, but you are going to get spanked by the both us. You get two for the price of one." "Omigod!" gasped Megan. I do believe Linda had not envisioned the both of us spanking Megan, but the thought was immediately appealing to her. "Young lady, prepare thyself. The classroom is open." We all laughed. We had taught Megan more about sex in just a few hours than she had learned in a lifetime. Somehow I knew this would be only the beginning of a long and wonderful relationship amongst the three of us. We were oblivious to the world turning around us. Nothing mattered at this point in time but ourselves and our kinky friendship. And the world was just as ignorant of us... And Megan Makes Three Ch. 4 Put two girls together in a room, light the room with candles, spray the bedsheets with sweet perfume, ignite the fires of love with wine, and the ingredients are there for a wonderfully romantic evening. Add in a mixture of one more girl and the night will be set on fire. That's exactly what happened the night Linda and I met the sexy Megan. She had been yearning for the first real spanking of her life all evening. She had already seen my ass reddened and the look of pure pleasure on my face when it was over. And Megan's sweet ass was made to be spanked… "But," said Linda, "I think we need to cool off with a shower first. I think it would be fun!" We rented house primarily for one reason—the shower stall was huge. In fact, it had two showerheads in it, and Linda and I had frolicked for hours in it. It was certainly big enough for three, and we were about to find out just how easily the three of us fit into it. As soon as the water turned nice and hot, three naked women were in the shower, giggling and carrying on like teenagers. We washed each others' bodies and sucked each others' nipples to our hearts' content. When it came time to clean dear Megan's pussy, Linda and I took turns. I soaped my finger and cleaned her vagina for at least ten minutes, then had her turn around. Her ass was gorgeous. "We need to be thoroughly clean—everywhere!" I said excitedly. "We can't be too clean back there," echoed Linda. Megan knew what was about to happen. She spread her legs wide, then bent over far enough to offer her sweet ass to me. Linda reached over the girl's hips and pried her cheeks apart with four fingers of each hand. The view of her lovely puckered anus drove me wild. I ran my middle finger all over the bar of soap until was completely coated with an almost sticky goo. I touched the outer edge of the anus. "Ohhhhhhhh," Megan cooed. With only the slightest of pressure, I broke the sphincteral plane and eased my finger into her. She gripped my finger tightly with her anus and moaned loudly as I explored the depths of her ass to my heart's content. The walls inside the warm canal were soft and yielding. Even Megan's hubby had never taken the time to find out if his wife might like some anal magic. Linda and I discovered she didn't just like it, she loved it! When I started fucking her ass with my invading finger, her moans turned to loud groans. Her breathing became more and more ragged as she churned her buns around my finger. When I completed my chore, Megan turned to me, smiling sweetly. She opened her arms to me, and our bodies melted into each others', breast to breast, the warm water cascading over our heads. The wonderful embrace became even more sweet as our lips meet and her syrupy tongue stole into my mouth. She wasn't as good a kisser as Linda, but she was darn close. Her lips were unbelievably pliant. She was hotter than a firecracker, and she knew it. "Nice show, ladies," panted Linda. Megan and I broke the warm embrace and looked deeply into each others' eyes. In that wonderful moment we both knew that this new relationship amongst the three of us would go on for a long, long time. I have no idea what made me think of it, and it was probably the wildest idea I had ever had. I asked Linda to kneel in front of me. When she did, she looked up at me, the warm sprays of the shower splashing all over her face. I opened my legs enough to give her a nice view of my bald cunny. "Close your eyes, babe, and give me your hand." Linda closed her eyes. I took her hand and brought it between my legs, just beneath my sex. "Feel my love for you," I whispered, then let go with a warm stream all over her upturned palm. Megan looked down at the scene, wide-eyed. Linda opened her eyes and watched in amazement as the yellow liquid ran over her hand. "Omigod!" she stammered. I smiled down at her. It was such a spur of the moment thing that it seemed almost surreal. I wondered what her reaction would be. In an instant, she told me, wordlessly. She looked up at me and smiled. A smile that said she understood how much I loved her. "Save some for me!" cried Megan. I held off the stream and looked at our newfound friend. "Are you serious?" "Please…" she half-begged. Megan exchanged places with Linda. I held her hand, palm-up, between my still spread legs. "Look at me," I said. With splashes of shower water falling upon her pretty face, she had difficulty keeping her eyes open. I smiled down at her. At first I had a little difficulty getting things going again, but I relaxed and let it happen. Her smile brightened my night. "Wow!" she exclaimed as she felt the warm flow on her hand. In a few brief but wonderful seconds it was all over. It was something I might never do again, one of those things that you do just to say "I've done it." I cleaned my own pussy one last time, the exited the shower stall first. We all dried each other off, none of us saying a word until Linda took my hand and whispered into my ear, loud enough for Megan to hear, "That was sweet, darling." I smiled. There was nothing more that need be said. We used a blow-dryer to dry each others' hair. It was fun, getting used to the three of us together. Touching from time to time…giggling…laughing. The coral-colored nipples on Megan's conical breasts stood out invitingly. Almost off-handedly, I suckled one, then the other, while Linda's hand played sweet music between my legs. It all seemed so natural, and maybe it was. I know I didn't feel like what we were doing was kinky or sordid or unnatural. It was three women enjoying each others' company. Three women who were maybe falling in love… Tossing the towels on the bathroom floor, the three of us went back to the bedroom and jumped under the covers, naked and excited, long enough to warm up after our shower. I was the middle ingredient of a sandwich, Linda and I breast to breast and the lovely Megan digging her pebble-like nipples into my back. We stayed like that for several moments until our bodies were heated sufficiently to allow removal of the sheet. "Okay," said Megan excitedly, "you guys promised!" "A spanking?" you mean, I innocently asked. "Yes! C'mon!" she replied. "How should we do it?" asked Linda. I looked at Megan with a devilish look in my eyes, then turned to Linda. "Let's give her a 'special'." "A special?" asked Linda. "Ice cubes can add a lot of fun to a spanking," I replied. Linda bit her bottom lip, a look of amazement on her face. "You are soooooooo bad!" She hopped out of the bed and ran off to the kitchen. Megan asked, "How do you want me?" "Mmm. Let's see. Over there on the floor, bent over, hands on your knees, ass presented nicely." Megan hopped out of bed gleefully and assumed the sexy position, her buns proffered, her lovely tits hanging down nicely. Linda soon returned with a tray of ice cubes and a devilish smile on her face. She placed the tray on the dresser and looked back at me. "The leather paddle?" she asked. "I think that would be good for starters," I replied. "For starters?" asked Megan, somewhat nervously. "We like to build things up, hon," I softly replied. Linda dug into the nightstand and retrieved the black leather paddle. It wasn't the worst little instrument of pain we had, but it was good enough for a first time experience for Megan. Linda moved in front of the bent-over girl and grasped her hair. She pulled Megan's head up and forced her to look up at her. All of a sudden things became serious. "Are you sure you want this?" asked Linda. Megan paused for a moment, her mind racing. "Y-yes," she replied. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. "Kiss the paddle, baby," she said, offering the black leather to Megan's already pursed lips. Megan kissed the paddle, just as Linda had had me do so many times. "Lick it!" demanded Linda. Megan complied, wetting the soft leather with her tongue, as I jumped out of bed and moved behind her. Her waiting split pumpkin was a sight to behold. Linda handed me the paddle, still wet with Megan's saliva. "Where do you want the ice?" asked Linda. "On her nipples first, while I am spanking her. Then her clit." "Omigod!" muttered Megan. I looked down at Megan. Her fingernails dug into her knees tightly, anticipating what was about to happen. Her puffy pussy lips peeked out prettily between her opened legs. Did I see a little wetness between those lips, or was it my imagination? I thought of the first time Linda had paddled me, how petrified I was, yet how excited I felt about offering her a part of me I had never offered to anyone. Linda reached over to the tray and removed one rectangular ice cube. She reached under Megan's body and brought the cube to the downward pointing right nipple. At the first touch of the cold wetness on tit, Megan gave out with a shrill scream. "Easy, baby," I said softly. "Oh, it's so cold!" she cried. I gave Megan no time to get used to the freezingly cold cube. I reached back with the paddle and brought it smartly against her creamy, smooth, alabaster buns. The sound of the leather meeting her warm flesh and scream, more of fright than pain, resounded throughout the room. The cheeks of her ass rippled beautifully. The sound was sweetness to my ears, but I was afraid the young girl's screams would wake the neighbors. "You will need to be more quiet, young lady, or we will have to gag you," I said. The combination of the ice cube pressed tightly against her nipple and the rippling affect of the paddle against her ass sent shivers along Megan's spine. Despite the fact that I had not delivered the first blow with any real force at all, the moment was wonderfully magic for all of us. "I'm sorry," said Megan. "I'll be more quiet." "Are you okay?" asked Linda. "Do you want us to stop?" I added. "I feel like I've lived my whole life for this moment," she replied softly. "I'll be fine. You can do it harder if you want." "I think we all have lived for this moment," I said, then ran the soft leather over the already reddened buttocks in a soothing motion. Then, suddenly, I reached back once more and delivered the next stroke a little harder, over the middle of her ass crease. The loud THWACK reverberated around the room once more, but this time the little honey was stoically silent, emitting only a throaty grunt in response to the growing pain. Linda switched the cube over to Megan's left nipple, leaving the right nipple to drip the remaining liquid onto the floor below. Megan shivered once more as the coldness enveloped her already hardened protuberance. Without a hint of what was coming, I smacked the offered ass three times in quick succession, each a little harder than the other. Megan almost slipped forward, but she held her stance. This time she shook her head wildly, but she greedily accepted the pain. Did we have a pain slut on our hands? When Linda leaned forward and brought the ice cube between Megan's legs, I heard a loud gasp and a muffled cry. Linda easily found the clit that protruded from Megan's pouty lips and pressed the ice into it. Megan's breathing became radically more labored, interspersed with quickened pants of short breaths. "Oh, that's so cold!" she cried. I ignored her long enough to deliver the hardest blow yet, on her right buttock. Without waiting for her to recover from this blow, I mirrored the stroke on her left side. The last lash drove her forward into Linda, who caught Megan before she fell, she ice cube falling to the floor between her outspread legs. "She can't take it; we are going to have to stop," I said. "No, please!" she cried. "I don't want you to stop!" Her voice was almost begging. "It's Linda's turn, then," I said. "What do you want to use on her, sweetheart?" "The short, eight-stranded whip," Linda replied excitedly. I almost cringed. It was a whip that could be wielded against almost any part of the body—ass, breasts or pussy. Whatever the area, the result was amazing. I rummaged through the drawer and found the little stinger. I knew it would be a test of Megan's courage and her resolve to continue this little scene. Linda and I switched places. I had Megan kiss each of the eight leather strands, one by one, then handed the whip to Linda. I looked down at Megan. The back of her neck was wet with sweat. "This one is going to sting a lot more than the paddle," I said oftly. "Linda and I use the safeword 'mercy' when things get too rough. If you say the word, she stops." "Yes, ma'am," she replied. "But don't expect me to say it." The little darling was really getting into this. I sensed a profound proudness in her words. "I like her style," I said to Linda. Linda looked at me, her eyes filled with lust. "Let's see if her words have any meaning." I reached into the ice tray and retrieved two cubes. Holding them between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, I brought them to each of Megan's already beleaguered nipples. She shivered noticeably when I pressed them against her. Hardly had she had time to adjust to the pain on her nipples when Linda brought the first stroke home with a sharper sound than the paddle had made. Megan literally jumped off the floor and lurched forward. I caught her shoulders in the crook of my arms and helped her maintain her balance. This time she didn't scream, but she hissed loudly, fighting to hold back her tears. "Mmmm. She is streaking nicely," said Linda. I think Megan even surprised herself with her acceptance of pain. Everyone's threshold is different. After two years of building mine up from Linda's relentless offerings, I had built mine into an almost limitless threshold. I had come close on several occasions to using our safeword, but somehow steeled myself into avoiding it. I sensed that Megan had the same mental make-up as I did. Linda was harder on Megan than I was, testing the girl's resolve. I was surprised at both Linda's persistent strokes and Megan's acceptance of everything that was being done to her. Linda's brow filled with sweat as she delivered at least a dozen hard lashes. When she finally stopped, Megan fell to the floor, exhausted, in a fetal position. We helped her onto the bed and laid her on her back. Her face was flushed a bright red. The dark hairs of her pussy looked particularly inviting between her slightly parted legs. Linda and I moved to either side of her. I sensed, somehow, that Megan was in a state of pure ecstasy. Without a word, the two of us moved to the pretty girl's breasts and each of us took a still turgid nipple into our mouths. As we suckled, Megan squirmed in enjoyment. I moved my hand to Megan's abdomen, just above the forest of curls, and stroked the area lightly with my fingernails. Reflexively, Megan opened her legs wider. I curled my fingers in the thick hairs and she moaned softly. Emboldened by her moans, I moved my hand between her legs and pressed into the puffy vulva. Little by little, still sucking, teasing and biting the rock-hard nipple, I eased my finger into Megan's slit, quickly discovering a lake of moisture that I easily delved into. My finger stole into her warm pussy as she moaned approvingly, raising her hips to meet my hand. I finger-fucked her for a few moments, then took my juice-coated finger and placed it over her hardened clit. Within moments, Megan's moans turned to loud pants of breath. When I entered her again, hard and fast this time, she came all over my finger, writhing in pleasure on the bed as Linda and I continued to enjoy her excited nipples. Needless to say, the three of us finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning. Linda and I had entered a new chapter in our lives, one that would take us into areas we had never even dreamed of. As for Megan, though she steadfastly denied that we had played any part in it, she divorced her husband and moved in with us. Am I complaining?