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1994: Expanding Our Game Ch. 01

By: gggsss1962



1994: Expanding our game: Fun with the Friends Ch. 1

1 - Marco

Karin and I were so much intimate that we felt frustrated we couldn't get even closer. Or so we thought.

One of the funny examples of Karin unexpected shyness, was her reluctance to tell me stories from her kinky past. She wasn't proud of it, and she was afraid I could lose respect for her. The strange thing was that there was much less kink than you may expect. 

When it came to the real business, even if Karin had always been very open to sex and anything involved, her fantasy (and the one of her many partners) had been quite limited. Once I managed to loosen up her tongue and have her discussed her sexual past, it came out that most strange request of her partners had been dressing up. No BDSM, no domination, no orgies, no fetish or perversions of sort. No anal either, as I knew already.

Quite a lot of drugs, but that was another story, one to try to forget.

One of the most surprising points was, she had never experienced Group Sex; not even a threesome. Basically, having Ysa to watch while she was using her lovers was the kinkiest thing she had been doing... Ysa being her – now ours - Bull Terrier. 

Okay, my own experience in that field wasn't a large one either, but I was boosting a total score of about twenty partners (at the time), not two hundreds plus!

The closest she went to a threesome was one day in Amsterdam, when after fucking her boyfriend-of-the-week's brain out, she left him almost unconscious in the bed to go and answer at the door. It turned out to be a common acquaintance, a boy from their group of friends (?), a couple of years younger than her. It appears that she fucked her on a standing position, on the very doorframe and in full view on the street. Then she slammed the door closed, and got fucked a second time, doggy-style on the carpet of the living room. As it often happens to her, she screamed loud, and the boyfriend-of-the-week (she couldn't recall his name) got up and found out. He got pretty upset, got loud and called her a whore. Now, this was the only derogatory name Karin couldn't stand for, so she kicked him out of the door straight away, naked as he was, before throwing his stuff out of the window. That was, she told me, the main reason why she wanted her boyfriends to move in, rather than the other way around: it was easier to get rid of them... Usually.

I tried to enquire about her feelings about the subject: was her interested at all? It looked strange to me that a girl so open-minded about sex wasn't interested in trying a threesome.

"Well, of course I would be interested," she confirmed, "But of course this is not to be."

I asked why.

"Because I'm not going to be unfaithful to you," she explained matter-of-factly. "All the man I want, it's you."

I knew that was absolutely true. Karin was absolutely reliable under that point of view. I remembered my father commenting once about a statistic Carabinieri made, about former prostitutes who got married and turned into very respectable wives: they were the most faithful of companions.

But it was evident Karin and I was talking about two different things.

"Honey, we don't need to involve any other man. I mean, I have no interest in another man screwing you. What I would be interested in, is a threesome with another girl."

She looked at me: "Well, I have no interested in you screwing another girl either. You are mine. And honestly, I have absolutely no wish to get intimate with another woman."

That was something new. I never thought women could be as hostile to have sex with somebody of their own sex in the bed as men usually are. But of course, it made sense. Karin was a full heterosexual. A men-huntress.

"You mean you find other girls disgusting?" If that was the case, farewell dreams of a threesome for the rest of my life...

Karin hesitated. "Well, I never really thought of that but... I think it is the same for you, isn't it? I mean, would you like to have another naked man around while making love to me, and having to watch him fucking me?"

I shook my head no. "Of course not... Not at all."

I feared the subject was closed, but after a while, Karin asked: "Would you really like to have sex with another girl?"

I hesitated. I didn't mean to imply she wasn't enough for me. But hell, I did dream of another girl in the bed, at least once! "I think it's every man dream... I don't mean to just have another girl, but to have her together with you... And only to have sex with."

She didn't take it that bad. She just kept quiet for a short while, and then asked: "Should I ever accept to try, would you reciprocate?"

I looked puzzled.

"I mean, should I accept to have another girl in the bed to play with together once in a while, would you accept to have another man too, just after?"

I gulped. The very idea was quite disgusting. Like many men, and most soldiers, I am quite homophobic. I am not proud of it, but that's how I am.

Karin took my silence for an answer: "That's what I thought."

It sounded quite sound and fair. No threesomes. Ever.

I decided to try again: "You mean, if we play a threesome with a woman, we have to play another one with a man too?"

She nodded solemnly: "Right. On a one-to-one ratio. I think it would be fair, don't you agree?"

I had to admit it did. "But it would not be the same thing... I mean, I would never play with another man!"

"I would never play with another woman either. I have never been bi-curious or anything... I would just accept her around for your sake, let you screw her in front of me after I get my share first, and that's it. And then, I expect to fuck another man in front of you, the same way. What about that?"

It sounded as fair as a court rule. She looked pretty serious about this one.

I nodded slowly: "It sounds reasonable... But the girl first. Then you get even. I can't stand feeling like a cuckold, not even for a short while."

This time she smiled: "I'd never cheat on you, and you know that. But I am also possessive. You can get your gal first, fine. But I am sorry; this is the maximum I can accept. And, there is another thing."

"What?"

"I chose the girl. Trust me on that, and you won't regret. But I'm not ending up in bed with a bimbo with big boobs and no brain. I can't feel physical attraction to her, so if I have to share my bed and my man, I want at least to appreciate her as a person."

"Hmmm... Okay, but we will have to discuss about it in advance. I don't want to have to fuck a girl I don't like..."

"I know you. Trust me. And of course, you'll have a veto power about the man. Deal?"

It sounded far too abstract to me. So I just nodded my agreement, and jumped on her, to take advantage of her beautiful body.

I won't say I stopped thinking of it. I didn't. But I put the thought on the side, just assuming it would never happen, not for the time being. Leaving the initiative to find a suitable girl to her, meant to me it was going to take a long time before anything happened, and anyway I was not sure about this bloody idea to reciprocate and getting another male in my bed to fuck the woman I loved.

Time went, and the arrangements for our wedding were now at a quite advanced stage. The ceremony was planned, the wedding dress prepared, the party organized, the honeymoon booked. Most was paid for already; something had still to be arranged, but all in all, our life was quite a blur.

The list of the guests was ready too. It was quite a complicate one, since people were coming from quite far away, due to our large array of acquaintances... Apart from my family, friends and colleagues, there was the whole group of my parents friends (since the ceremony was taking place in our town); a big patrol of Dutch's coming down from Amsterdam and from Karin's town, plus isolated friends from England, Switzerland and Portugal.

The guest coming from most far away was an old school friend of Karin, who was half Dutch and half Croatian, and at the time lived in Australia: she was called Carina, and supposed to be anyway in Europe around the time of the wedding.

"Carina won't make it for the ceremony," Karin told me one day: "Her time schedule doesn't match ours. But she will be here one week before the wedding to see us anyway."

"Oh?" I was not that interested to have guests at home the week before the wedding, but on the other hand, if a friend comes to see your wife-to-be from Australia, you can't say no. "That's nice of her to make the effort. How is she?"

"Oh, she's very Dutch I suppose. Almost as tall as me, same age, fair, short-haired... Very attractive; and pretty slutty if you ask me."

Quite a statement. And a very typical one from Karin.

"By the way, I believe she could be the girl for our threesome."

"Beg your pardon?" I was flabbergasted.

She looked at me and smiled: "I'm absolutely positive you'll like her body as much as you'll hate her character. She's game for all what is kinky; she used to say, 'The dirtier, the better'. You will die both to screw her and to kick her ass out of the door... She's perfect for our threesome. Don't you think so?" 

I looked at the picture she was handing to me, and I couldn't but agree.

Carina was going to stay at our place two nights the week before the wedding. This really disturbed me. 

Not that it was annoying just because we were busy: that wouldn't be that upsetting, considering that I was getting the opportunity to screw an extremely cute chick. The problem was, after doing Carina, I was compelled to reciprocate, and allowing Karin her threesome with another man. And since there was essentially no time before the wedding, this would happen after. I was going to allow my newly wedded wife to screw a stranger?

No way. Even after fucking Carina, I would feel cuckolded. Call me stupid, but I could not stand that. I had to think of something. Quickly.

I was on duty at our CFE Inspection Agency the week before Carina arrived. I asked to anticipate my shift in order to avoid problems during the honeymoon. It was an easy job: it involved just to be in the Agency base in a team of five, ready to meet any sudden CFE requirement on our national territory which may arise due to any possible (or impossible) reason. There was a permanent team 365 days a year on alert and all CFE-trained personnel was taking his shift, basically twice a year.

The only problem was, the Agency at the time was located in Viterbo, a small city North of Rome. I didn't like to leave Karin alone in our city, for the reason that you already know, and also because I just wanted to stay with her as long as possible; so I just took her with me.

We lived in a cute small hotel next to the Army Aviation training Centre, where the Agency was located, where the Army had a contract for a number of rooms, and I just took a double one, paying for the difference.

As we arrived, we met of course the rest of the team; none of them had the wife with them, so everybody was quite happy to meet us and have dinner at our table.

The dinner turned into a nice evening and Karin, whose Italian was by then quite good, ended up as the queen of the night. Easy, being the only female, but it wouldn't work if she wasn't as stunning as she looked like.

The Team Leader in particular was very pleased. As an Air Force pilot, he saw himself irresistible and knew very little of military regulation, so he went as far as inviting Karin to join us at the base at our duty time. Regretfully, we had to decline.

But the best surprise for me was discovering one of the members of our team was another Captain from my same Academy course, a very nice guy I used to be very good friend with during our captivity, and which whom I had maintained a quite good relationship, even if the distance between our bases prevented us from meeting more than once a year. He was also in Somalia together with me, but being a parachutist, he was back in Moga during the whole period, and we had met only once, when out patrols met in Giawhar.

Marco was a slim, tall guy from Rome, with a very good humour and decent English, which made it suitable also for Karin to make friends, once she was tired to exercise her Italian. I knew his wife quite well: they were already engaged back during the Academy, and we even went out together a few times in Rome. As a typical southern wife, she got nuts when her husband was at war; poor Marco had to worry for her being on pills due to a nerve breakdown, while he was under fire in the streets of Moga, commanding his company in action next to Checkpoint Pasta. Quite a story.

Marco was partly responsible about my anal sex obsession, since he had been my first friend claiming he had been practising it (of course not with his present wife!). Until hearing his stories I just thought it was hardly impossible to coax a normal girl into sodomy; after that, I started craving my piece of ass.

Hmmm...

We ended up having dinner with Marco every evening of the week, carefully avoiding the others with the excuse that Karin used to eat early. It was nice company, we didn't only recall our stories from the Academy and from Somalia, which would have excluded Karin, and we involved her in all sort of discussion and debate. As I said, the girl had a very good culture, and could stand confrontation on most subjects.

A good hit was politics. Of course, we had strong differences: Marco and I, being in the Army, were of course rather on the right wing, while Karin, as a good 'progressive intellectual' (as she called herself), was quite leftish. Our discussions could last long into the night, and she proved perfectly capable to meet our arguments. She knew nothing of our domestic politics, and we knew nothing of Dutch one, so our subjects were quite high, and involved international events, the war in the Balkans, the Third World debt...

Often, I would stand out of the discussion, and just witness my woman fight back my friend opinions (which I mostly shared), cheering her wit and capability. Gosh, I loved that girl!

The shift was changing on Monday afternoon, so we had to cover Sunday knowing in advance that nothing was going to happen then (any CFE event has to be notified 24 hours in advance); which meant the day was essentially free.

After checking up the Agency, Marco and I met Karin at the local Chinese restaurant, the only one in town which would provide you with lunch at 12.00 am. Karin was rearing a sleeveless, pink-shocking blouse which made a sparkling contrast with her long blond hair and dyed short jeans which exposed not only all of her stunning long legs, but a fair portion of her firm and tanned buttocks too. The tissue of the blouse was just thick enough to hide the lack of bra, but it was plain evident she had no underwear from the total bareness of her back. She was beautiful, and also a bit slutty, just as I liked her. You would never say she was 34!

It was late June in central Italy, and very hot. It is an Etruscan archaeological area, and we both knew it well, due to the fact that in the vicinity there was a large training range we often used with our respective units. So we thought it would be a good idea to show Karin something of it. Not the museums, but the very area of the excavations, where normal tourists rarely went.

There is an area nearby the old Etruscan town of Tarquinia, where the ancient Italic people buried their folks for over 1500 years. It is kind of a canyon in the middle of the hilly plateau, with kind of an island in the middle, which name was Norchia: along the sides of the canyon next to the island thousands of Etruscan graves were dug into the soft stone; on the island itself, during the very first century of our era, the early Christians had built a church on the location of an ancient Etruscan temple, and later on a medieval castle had been erected a few hundred metres away, to exploit the strong natural position. Both construction were long abandoned and reduced to small ruins, but were hard to reach and very characteristic. Besides, both were old and abandoned before the first Dutch built their first stone wall, so we thought Karin, with all her intellectual pretences, would find it interesting.

We weren't wrong.

We drove to the edge of the canyon, where only a couple of cars were parked, and we walked down along the steep staircase carved in the rocks until we reached the bottom of the canyon, where all the grave holes were dug. There were two small groups of tourists, all middle-aged males, who were roaming around the caves, snapping pictures and reading small guides.

We explored the archaeological area for almost an hour, with the sun getting hotter and hotter, until the largest group of tourists disappeared to look for lunch. When we started climbing the path which led to the island and the ancient cathedral, the last two adventurous tourists were slowly climbing the steps to the car parking.

I couldn't blame them: the heat was really strong. But Marco and I were quite well trained by our Somali experience, and Karin was very resistant herself, not to mention very lightly dressed...

It was evident it was a while since the last tourist had been along that path: a week at least, since the grass and leaves were obstructing it in more than a point. We crossed a small pedestrian wooden bridge and we started hiking towards the flat top of the island, which was a good hundred metres high. Good the path was in the shadow.

We had a pit stop at the top and got some water from my field canteen I kept in a small backpack and took some pictures of us, and then we moved on towards the ruins.

The path run along the mid of the narrow island, first towards the castle, which sat in the very centre of it, and then to the church, that was on the opposite side and couldn't be reached without crossing the castle.

They weren't big buildings: the ruins of the castle were about 25 metres long and almost as wide, and the church was cross-shaped, with the axis not more than 20 metres long. Small, ancient buildings.

The castle was in slightly better conditions, since it was a few centuries younger... It was sort of a permanent checkpoint on the road to the church: the path went through it, via a room which must have been either a place to check the pilgrims or to host them; probably both. The rest of the fortification was beside and above the passageway, but looked dangerously unstable.

We weren't the first to arrive there, of course... And the ones before us had been impolite enough to leave the remnants of their picnic and some more waste. Insects were feasting on the remnants and the air stanched a bit.

We went over after snapping a couple of shots, and I took the opportunity to fondly caress my wife-to-be sweet bottom.

Karin purred, without any embarrassment; Marco smiled and looked away.

"No reason to risk your lovely legs to be bitten by those wasps," I said; "Let's go to see the old Cathedral."

I took a last pic of Karin and Marco, and I led the way.

The church was just a hundred metres further, on the last rock before the chasm.

I reached the ruins the first and climb on the mound which lay where once had been the external wall; inside there was one single, cross-shaped room, with four different chambers at the extremes, which had been the chapels. Three were filled with vegetation, while the last, right on the edge of the chasm, was pretty clean. Not easy to reach, but clean. Apparently it had been cleared by somebody, since it had the remnants of a window through which you could look down into the chasm, where the two branches of the creek rejoined after the island and flew downstream along the canyon. Quite a sight.

I gestured the others to follow and started to climb down, opening the way through the plants and the thorns to reach the small chapel.


1994: Expanding Our Game Ch. 01



Behind me, Marco was more than eager to help Karin following me; with her bare legs and her sandals, she wasn't best equipped to walk downhill between row bushes.

When they reached me, I had already given a good look at the view, and left the space to my girlfriend to watch.

"Hmmm... It's beautiful!" she moaned, admiring the landscape, while I took another good handful of her jeans-coated buttocks. 

I smiled. I had no real plan inside my head. I was just behaving instinctively, determined to let things go naturally... Maybe just helping the events a bit.

Karin let herself fall down and sit against the wall, besides the opening, and I sat next to her, while Marco took a look himself.

While he was looking, I got the opportunity to embrace Karin and kiss her briefly.

"Isn't it a romantic spot?" I asked intently.

Karin smiled knowingly: "Romantic and conveniently isolated..."

With that, I was determined she wasn't against getting some fun, and I knew already from our days together that she liked Marco. How much she liked him and how far she was ready to play, that was the thing to find out... And the only way to find out was to play.

I kissed her again, and this time open-mouthed.

Karin hesitated just a second, and then she offered me her tongue, and our kiss become something more than a kiss, just below a mouth-fuck.

When Marco looked back at us, we were properly making out right there in the dirt in front of him.

I was fondling Karin's breast through her blouse, and her legs were quite open, showing the tight crotch of her hot pants.

I could see he was embarrassed; he could easily consider leaving us alone, so I had to break the kiss and looked at him.

Before I could think of something to tell him, Karin openly smiled at him and winked: "Oh I am sorry... I always find it a bit dizzying to look down from a high spot. You know, vertigo..."

This left him puzzled for a moment, and I took my chance to mount another assault on my girlfriend, French-kissing her while slipping a hand up along her naked inner thigh until I reached her crotch.

I could feel her pussy steaming under the dyed jeans tissue. And I could feel her hand reaching for my jeans...

It was so fast: Karin's experienced long fingers unbuttoned my Lewis and in a matter of second she was stroking my quickly stiffening meat in full open air.

I shivered by the surprise and the pleasure. Marco audibly gasped.

I felt Karin's hand stroking my growing erection while our tongues were playing hard, and I chose to let me go completely: I had created the situation, now it was up to Karin to rule the game.

I don't know how long we went on French-kissing and masturbating each other. 

At a certain moment, Karin let go of my mouth and, without stopping stroking me, she hissed with a sultry, excited voice: "Come on Marco, come here... There is place for three in this chapel."

Boys I was excited! I was fully erected by now, and fully ready to go hard. I had Karin's blouse partly undone, and her left nipple was showing in all its stiffness while I was slowly opening her shorts.

Marco rose slowly, and hesitated a second before reaching us. I smiled him my approval, and he came next to us, of course on Karin's side.

I rose on my knees and got rid of my shirt, remaining with my fully open and partly pulled down jeans, and then helped Karin out of her own blouse, which could be damaged in what was going to follow...

As I did that, Karin had placed a hand on Marco's crotch, checking the developments on that front.

"Hmmm..." she purred, "Nice to see you like me!"

Marco's eyes feasted on Karin's slim, tanned body, on her naked chest, on her swollen and excited nipples, and the bulge on his crotch told everything about his appreciation.

I started moving my hands on what Marco was looking at, and Karin started working on him.

While I was fondling her hanging breasts and caressing her erected nipples, she was slowly opening his jeans; while I started pulling her shorts down her hips, she found her cock and pulled it out for me to see.

My girlfriend was stroking another man's cock, while I was caressing her bare bottom and the moist bush still hidden behind her closed legs... Was that a threesome already? I guessed so.

I pushed her shorts down to her knees, revealing all her most dangerous assets, and she shook her bottom invitingly while still stroking Marco's cock.

I lowered my head on her bottom, and felt the scent of her very ready womanhood.

She was ready, and so was I. Marco was just to follow...

I sank my tongue in the slightly sweaty crack of her ass, and I lap her most intimate parts, causing her to whine. I probed her bush with the palm of my hand, and felt she was dump and ready.

I position myself a little better on my hands and knees behind my kneeing fiancé, and pushed my chin ahead into her intimacy, until I could reach with my tongue her open labia, and I opened them with my fingers so as I could lick into her dripping slit.

"Hmmm... Oh yes!" she hissed, trying to part her legs to help me eating her, but the shorts kept her knees tight. A real torture...

I felt the delicious taste of her cunt as I pushed my tongue ahead into the slit, and she moaned again. Only, this time the sound of her voice was quite muffled. 

I shivered, realizing she must have taken his cock into her mouth.

Karin was giving head to another man while I was doing it to her.

Was that a threesome? I guessed so.

I lapped her while she blew him, and in so doing I pushed my fingers into the soft hair of her pubic mound, searching for her clitoris, and once I got it I started frigging it slowly.

"Oohhh..." she moaned, letting go of Marco's cock for a second "Nice... But what are you waiting for? Fuck me!"

She was in lead. I sipped a last sweet drip of her pussy juice and raised my head to stand on my knees and overview the situation.

Marco was sitting on his bottom in the centre of the chapel, naked from the waist down: his jeans lay in the dirt, while he was still wearing his summer shirt, open on the chest. Karin, naked herself apart from the shorts at her knees, was actively blowing him, her head bobbing up and down between his hairy thighs. And I was kneeing behind her bare bottom, my stiff cock in my hand aiming straight at the main target.

I grabbed my fiancé hips, placed my penis at her entrance and slowly into plugged her.

"Hmmmmmmph!"

Boy she was soaked in her own juices! I never found her that open and wet before... not that I complained about it: I held her firmly and fucked into her purposefully, determined to make her scream.

She didn't. Too busy I think, at least as far as her mouth was concerned.

"Aahhh..." Marco exhaled instead, enjoying my fiancé's recently acquired oral talents.

I was fucking Karin while she was deepthroating Marco.

Was there a threesome ongoing? I guessed so. 

I went on doggystyling her for a while, feeling myself slowly approaching the point of no return and guessing the same was for my friend: we were going to get both milked out by my fiancé without getting any chance to regain the initiative.

I tried to reach for her bouncing tits to stroke them, but they were too far, so I opted to go for her clitoris: I went with my right hand while keeping the left on her hip, and I sank my middle finger into her lush bush until I got her love button.

"Oh my Goooshh!" Karin yelled, letting go for a moment of Marco's dick, which was quite a victory for me.

Damn I was close! I pulled out a second to cool down, and Karin gobbled Marco's cock back into her mouth. Then I charged back into her, stabbing her belly with all what I was worth, and I hit bottom.

Karin choked on the cock she was swallowing, trying to scream, and I felt her naked body convulsing under my stroke as she came disastrously.

I stood still to avoid following suit, and held her in place with my two hands as she finally managed to let go of the cock in her mouth and panted out her orgasm: "Aahhh!!!"

I crossed sight with Marco and we both smiled at each other: we did it. We managed to give it to our female before she did us both.

"Uhhff!" Karin panted again, as soon she got back her breath, "This one was awesome, guys! What about to change now?"

There it was. Marco was going to get to my fiancé's pussy.

For a second I didn't know what to do, and again Karin took the initiative. She rose from her knees unplugging herself from me, kicked away the shorts which where still around her ankles and pulled Marco down with his shoulders in the dirt. Then she strode him naked in all her glory, turned to me with a shy smile, and slowly went down on him, until she managed to grab his still fully erected penis in her hand. Bewildered, I saw her guiding the cockhead between her dripping pussy lips and finally slowing impaling herself on that unprotected pole.

"Oh... Oohhh yes!" she moaned, "That's it! That's it..."

Karin sat on Marco's crotch until his cock was sank completely inside her, and then she lay still for a second, adjusting herself to the feeling of that unfamiliar manhood; finally, she slowly started moving over him using her legs muscles to slide to and fro on his hips and fucking him without bobbing up and down as she was used to.

From my vantage point, standing behind her, I could see Marco's swollen hairy testicles pulsating dangerously under her weaving buttocks. I had got the possibility to see Marco's cock was a bit longer, thought thinner, than mine; I thought, in that position he had to be really deep into her belly... Deeper I had ever been. And that kind of movement was probably arousing her G-spot quite hard.

Karin turned to me and smiled: "What are you doing with that nice cock of yours in your hands? Aren't you going to give it to me to plug back my upper end?"

I didn't realised I was stroking myself. Coming out from Karin's steaming cunt had pushed my climax several minutes back, and I was ready to fight again. 

Only, I was considering where to fight, given Karin's main entrance was occupied... But of course she was right.

I got rid of my jeans and walked over to face her; she grabbed my cock with her right hand and started stroking me hard, at the same rhythm she was riding Marco.

He got one hand to keep her ass cheeks while the other was kindly grabbing her bouncing tits, one at a time, softly kneeding her now over swollen nipples. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head to my cock; all coated in her own come.

Karin winched to the smell of her own sex, which she never really appreciated, then she open her mouth and swallowed my manhood sucking me in hard.

I jumped by the violence of that blow, opened my feet to get a better balance, and grabbed her head to thoroughly fuck her face while she was fucking Marco's cock.

Was that still a threesome? I guessed so.

She was in charge, and she gave us the rhythm, even if I tried to force myself into her jaws; but since she was using her whole body to do us, I had no chance. Besides, the sheer fact I was watching the whole scene from above, put me in the uncomfortable situation to get quickly overexcited.

Karin deepthroated me as she recently learned, and soon I felt suckled into her gullet with all of myself.

"Oh yeah... Oh yeah..." Marco looked more in control than I did... It was getting dangerous now... Now...

"Hnnngg! Hnnngg... Aahhh!" Not capable to keep myself any longer, I exploded deep into Karin's skull.

Striving irrationally to hold it back, I pulled out squeezing the root of the rod while Karin gulped and swallowed my first shot of come. 

I froze for a second, feeling my nuts bursting in their effort to release, and finally my second spurt of sperm blasted straight on Karin's upturned face, washing her upper lip, nose, left eye and check, and ending up staining her hair.

"Uhng!" she jumped, too late at closing her eyes and too surprised to react, to the point that she lost her fucking tempo, in so saving Marco from another early ejaculation.

Then my third and largest blast hit straight into Karin's right nipple, and washed her whole naked chest.

"Waugh!" she gasped, "That was a big one!"

I couldn't but agree. My sweet pretty lady, still riding naked her newest lover, was soaked in largest cumload I ever produced.

While the last, smaller spurts dripped down on Karin's leg, Marco's arm and finally in the dirt, I waved backwards on shacking legs and held myself against the ancient stonewall.

Karin stood still for a second, breathing hard, then furbished her eye and lips from my cum, placed her hands on Marco's shoulders, and resumed fucking him big time.

"Yeah! Yeah!" she grunted hard, pushing into his pelvis while he held her buttocks tight, "That's it... That's it... Yeah!"

In the passion of their fuck, Karin even bent down to his face, allowing him to twist her cum wet tits; then she kissed him full mouth, rubbing her sperm coated breasts over his hairy chest.

Next to climax himself, Marco didn't look to mind tasting my cum from my fiancé's lips and tongue: he grabbed hard her buttocks and purposefully pushed up into her belly, suddenly getting the initiative and forcing the rhythm of their coupling into a frenzy.

"Hmmmph... Hmmmph... Hmmmph..." difficult to realize which of the two lovers was grunting in the mouth of the other, hard as they were both bumping and trashing on the dirt.

"HMMMPHHHH!!!"

There it was: Marco stiffened and arched, pushing all of himself up into Karin's body, and she clenched as a vice on him. I realized he was emptying his nuts into her unprotected cunt, and she was doing nothing to preventing him to. Actually, she was moving as she was milking him into her belly eagerly.

Karin was coming at the same time with him, sealing their mating.

Well, did I have my threesome? Hell, yes I did!

I watched the two entwined naked bodies slowly subside their jerking, until they lay exhausted in a naked and messy heap of satisfied human meat. Exhausted, but still French-kissing with gusto, fluids leaking from their mashed lips.

I breathed, shaken by the violence of my own emotions. Humiliation, jealousy, anger, desire, excitement... All mixed up in a cocktail that, while the two satiated lovers were still kissing on the ground, made me aroused again. My cock stirred.

Again, as I was watching at them, I was unconsciously stroking myself. And when I watched, I realised I was getting hard again.

I didn't miss time. I went to them, fell on my knees and still stroking I closed up on their mashed faces.

Karin felt my presence, opened her eye (the one which wasn't matted with cum) and saw my semi-erected cock next to herself. She smiled.

With a groan, she let go of Marco's mouth and rose on an elbow to face me with a wide, cum-stained smile.

"Hi honey... I see you're still in the mood to play?"

I grinned: "You bet."

Without stopping smiling, Karin opened her mouth and I fed my meat to her, pronto.

Her mouth was burning, probably because she was running a bit dry, after all the blowing and kissing business she had gone through. Plus, the position must not be one of the easiest, so Karin let go of me for a moment, to rise from Marco's spent body and go on her knees to better give me head.

I was standing, with my sweet, unfaithful girlfriend on her knees, sucking my almost-full erection, and still I had to keep an eye on my fucking friend, who was stirring and tossing himself.

I smiled. He smiled back and gave me a thumb. Then he painfully rose on his feet, almost naked but for his dusty open shirt, and come close to me.

Without stopping the blowjob she was giving to me, Karin reached for Marco's groin and got hold of his limp dick. With no shame at all, she started stroking it back into life.

For a couple of minutes she went on sucking me and stroking him, then she changed; she kept carefully stroking my fully resurrected manhood, and she went back on blowing Marco.

A stereo blowjob. I heard about it, but never thought to get one.

Soon, I was back rock hard, and Marco started to be ready too. Only, since we both came recently, this time we risked to last long, and my poor tart could die on our cocks... And I was getting tired myself.

So I pulled free of Karin's jaws and let Marco alone to enjoy her mouth; I went on my knees behind her, and lifted her leg, to force her back down in a bitch position.

Marco accommodated himself back on the pavement, open legs to fully enjoy Karin's oral ministrations, and I opened her asscheeks to prepare her to be taken again.

I found myself staring at my first cream pie. Cum was slowly trickling out from Karin's wide-open hairy pussy lips: Marco had really filled her. 

A freshly fucked pussy is one of the most exciting sight I've ever seen, but I really couldn't get myself into diving in somebody else's semen. Call me a conservative, repressed fart, but I'd rather to be the first to come into my woman's body.

So, while she was eagerly feasting with her mouth on her new lover's resurging cock, I ruled for her other entrance. 

"Oohhh..." Marco's groaning was slowly getting louder: Karin's mouth was getting more and more a lethal weapon.

I opened her asscheeks and admired her crack: her recently opened rear entry winked at me as to invite me. I bent over it and probed the small rim with my tongue, then I spat on it.

Karin tensed, sensing my intentions. I was mot sure she was mad to the idea of getting corn holed in front of somebody else. But what the hell: it was her fantasy to get taken by two men, not mine... I was just paying in advance the price to fuck her together with her friend, wasn't I?

I smeared my saliva on the hole with my tongue, and then I pushed in, tongue-fucking her ass for a few seconds. It was so exciting that I felt my cock stir: hadn't I ejaculated recently, I'd cum on her thighs.

I pushed a finger into her hole and played a bit, until I felt the sphincter relaxing enough to accept another one. Then I changed the middle-finger with the other index, and opened her ass.

Karin moaned, difficult to say weather in pain or in pleasure, and I spat more saliva into her open hole.

Finally, I lined up my weapon to the target and placed the mushroom at the entrance.

Karin shivered.

I pushed delicately, and felt she was not making any voluntary resistance: it was only the natural narrowness of the muscle I had to break through.

I drove in slowly and purposefully, and I felt the asshole giving up. I pushed harder, and I saw my cockhead sinking between the girl's tanned buttocks.

"Aahhh!" she squealed, "It hurts... Be careful!"

I stopped a moment, well aware that was the first time I sodomized her without the help of a proper lubricant and using only our own natural juices to soften up her tissues.

Karin went back giving head to Marco, and I started moving inside her ass.

"Hmmm... Oohhh... Hmmmph!" she muffled, her mouth fully engaged by Marco's manhood.

I held her sides and started fucking her burning ass, sliding into the rectum to the hilt and pulling out until the rim of the helmet hit the inner rim of the sphincter, to pump back in immediately afterward.

I was fucking my wife-to-be ass in front of another man, while she deepthroated him.

Was that a proper threesome? I most definitely thought so.

Both of us already unloaded into her, so this doubling wasn't a short experience. After ten minutes at least of fucking her in the ass and mouth, I started worrying Karin started getting sore, but when I was preparing to exit her asshole she got stiff and convulsed around my cock in one of her very distinctive orgasms.

"Hmmmph!!!" she gagged, without letting go of Marco's cock, while her anal muscles clenched at my shaft massaging it roughly in the most delicious way.




1994: Expanding Our Game Ch. 01



I enjoyed her rectal orgasm for at least a full minute, before realizing she had resumed her mouth job.

Then I pulled out and offered some more lubrication to her poor hole, to avoid bruising it too much. When I ploughed back into her, I found almost no resistance left, and resumed fucking her ass with all my remaining energies.

I had the clear sensation Karin started getting really tired under our double ramming, when suddenly Marco's breathing accelerated and he grabbed Karin's head by the hair, fucking her face with all of his strength.

"Hnnngg!!!" He snarled, a painful expression on his face, and I knew my fiancé was vacuuming his nuts with her merciless throat.

I tried to push myself to one side, to get a better view, but I could only see a couple of droplets trickling out of Karin's mouth, while her throat was working hard.

She swallowed everything, to the very last drop: all down into her stomach! 

Gosh I was proud of my cum-eating wife-to-be!

With a painful groan, Marco fell back exhausted, his rod all red and still stiff after the rough treatment it just went through.

That was one of those frightening situations in which I had been wondering weather I had energies enough to complete the intercourse. I was really spent, but I had to manage to cum inside Karin too!

I accelerated my fucking tempo, bursting my last strength to the risk of hurting her, in the desperate attempt to reach the peak... And she did instead!

"Gaaaawwd!" Karin screamed out loud, her mouth finally free to announce her orgasm to the whole – and luckily deserted - archaeological park.

Her sphincter muscles contracted violently and unexpectedly around my burning rod, tacking me aback, and I suddenly climaxed into her own unnatural orgasm.

"Ouch!" I gasped, more in pain than in pleasure, sinking my fingernails into the soft flesh of her buttocks, as my sperm spurted into her convulsing anus.

It was a strange, intoxicating mixture of physical pain and cerebral pleasure, one of the most perverted orgasms of my life, and lasted forever, or at least that was my sensation.

I felt like cumming and cumming into her bowels, even knowing my poor testicles had to be almost empty already.

"Yes!" Karin snarled, "Oh fuck yes! Fill my last hole, you dirty bastard... Aahhh..."

Then her orgasm subsided, and the poor girl collapsed under my last thrust.

I was powerless myself, and literally fell on top of her, as my own climax faded.

We lay there in the dirt, naked, spent and shaking, a heap of sweaty, satiated flesh.

"Oh my God..." was Karin last comment before passing out.

Still plugged into her asshole, I closed my eyes trying to breathe hard, feeling my cock slowly deflating inside her bowels.

The noise of my own breath and the thumping of Karin's hart were almost piercing my ears, and all of my body was screaming pain and exhaustion.

The best pain and exhaustion of the world...

I could fall asleep now... Now...

Voices.

Voices not that far away.

"Something is at the castle!" Marco warned, with a hoarse voice: "They must have heard Karin's scream."

Fuck. Well, shit happens.

I rose on my feet and grabbed my jeans, trying to push my shaking legs into the pants, and then I got hold of Karin and lifted her naked, exhausted body and held her tight, kissing her ear and hissing, "Time to get dressed my love... Somebody's coming!"

Karin whined, and strived to stand on her legs.

Clumsily, I found her shorts and helped her into, absent-mindedly noticing the cum which was still leaking from both her gaping holes. There would be time to clean up later.

A couple of turists appeared on top of the ruined walls and looked down at us.

We weren't a nice group to look at, and probably it was pretty evident what we were just being at, but we weren't over the obscenity threshold anymore: nobody would call the police for a topless girl and a pair of dusty and sweaty guys...

"What happened, we heard a scream," the lady in her fifties asked in local accent: "Somebody's hurt?"

Instinctively, to avoid discussions, I answered in English, faking my best American accent, pretty sure they couldn't follow us there: "Everything's okay, don't worry."

They grumped a bit and walked back, disappearing from our view. We heard the man commenting, "Bloody American tourist, they have no decency!"

Karin couldn't keep a laugh.

We busted in laugh all of us, a few seconds later, after trying to give the upset couple the time to be out of earshot.

"Oh my God!"

I shook my head and got hold back of by backpack, digging into it until I found the water canteen. I offered it to Karin, who got a long sip before handing it over to Marco, who in turn handed it back to me. 

We had a bite with the sandwiches we took with us, still laughing any now and then, but with no energy to talk.

When we finally got up to leave, I realised Karin was still topless, and her shorts had not even being zipped up.

Her breasts were still crusted with dry cum, and her face was really a mess.

She was beautiful.

It took almost half an hour to walk back to the car: we were all quite sore and spent, and the path wasn't easy.

At the park site we found back the upset couple, who gave us an angry glance and muttered some more comments we understood perfectly, but by then Karin had finally recomposed herself, and all what they could say was that we looked quite dirty and messy.

We drove back in silence to the hotel, and I could feel tension in the air. Poor Marco didn't know how to behave after what happened, and I could see him in the rear mirror, sitting alone in the rear seat and glancing every now and then to Karin's bare legs.

When we parked in front of the hotel, Karin broke the silence: "Gosh, I need a shower! You guys have really filled me. I feel cum running everywhere..."

That lightened the burden for Marco.

We walked to the hall, catching the eye of the girl at the desk and of the bellboy. Our room was at the third floor, while Marco, being in a single, stayed at the ground floor.

"Well," the poor boy stuttered: "See you guys at dinner?"

Karin smiled, grabbed his neck (they were tall the same, in a way they made a far nicer couple than Karin and I) and purposefully kissed him open-mouth, in full view from the lounge for everybody to see.

Then we jumped in the lift and went upstairs for a well-deserved shower.

When she came out all wrapped in the white towel, Karin was beaming. 

She came to kiss me and smiled: "Tank you my love. I had the most fantastic day... Now I owe you one!" 

We fall asleep the moment we hit the bed, and slept until dinner time. While getting ready for the hotel restaurant, we spoke about what happened in Norchia, and I was happy to see Karin wasn't simply OK with the events of the afternoon, but she had actually thoroughly enjoyed it. 

She said it wasn't something she intended to do every day, but it had been fun and intriguing, and if that was OK with me, it was fine to do it again.

Was I OK with it? Hell, I had lots of fun. Of course it is a sour-sweet sensation to share your woman with another guy. Kind of mental SM, I'd say. It's fine if you have total trust in yourself, in your partner, and most of all in your relationship with her. And yes, I had all of them. But it also required a third party you both like and trust, which may be a bit more difficult to find... We had been lucky. And yes, I agreed it wasn't something we could do any other day, nor with the first partner we met. It needed somebody special.

I was a bit more worried for Marco, though. Karin had reassured him about our feelings, but what about his own ones? After all, he had just betrayed his wife, something I didn't think of earlier... OK, he hadn't been forced to do anything, but still... Let's say he had been provoked the hard way.

I hoped he was OK with himself.

We found him downstairs, waiting for us at the restaurant door.

One of the convenient thing in having an Army buddy as a friend, is that you always know where and when to find each other without asking and without waiting. It was something always amazed Karin,

Marco twisted in seeing my fiancé: the teasing girl was wearing the briefest summer dress she had with her, one of the many I bought her just in order to be able to see as much as possible of her wonderful legs. She wore a simple, one-piece purple thing with moderate-high heels, a pair of heavy golden earrings and some bracelets, and her softly combed hair completed the seductive set.

He kissed her hand, I patted his back, and we went to the table under the gloom look of the same girl who saw us coming back from Norchia in the afternoon.

It was a teasing dinner.

Marco and I sat facing each other, with Karin between us at the head of the table like usual, with the added advantage that we boys had both a good vantage point to look at the girl's naked legs.

We ate quite light, maybe because we weren't thinking much of food. After ten minutes I started fondling Karin's mare thighs under the table, and I realised she was stroking Marco's cock through his trousers. She winked at me and smiled to him, who was all red in his face.

I was well aware she forgot her knickers in the room and her pussy was dangerously exposed for everybody to see should the hem of her dress rise just a little too much, so I was the first to reach the curls of her lush bush.

I couldn't wait for what was going to happen later. 

We didn't talk about what happened in Norchia, not as a matter of choice, just it didn't come up. We had small talks, just until Karin mentioned him having to come to our wedding, of course with his wife.

This somehow spoiled the moment. Marco turned a bit sad, said of course, smiled politely and stopped caressing Karin's leg.

My fiancé was a bit disappointed, but there was no way to restore his attention on her. Marco simply reverted to the friend and colleague he had been until the day before.

When we went to the bar for a last drink before going to bed, she sat in front of him, and made sure he noticed she was naked under the thin dress.

I saw Marco's eyes bulge in watching the golden hair of her flashing cunt.

Karin smiled and crossed her long legs, sipping sexily her class of Martini Bianco.

To no avail.

He said he was sorry, but he was tired and wanted to call his wife before going to bed.

A bit disappointed but still smiling, Karin rose to say goodnight. She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him towards herself, only this time she kissed him on the lips rather than giving him the tongue to shuck.

A friendly, fond kiss, rather a lover's.

He appreciated. 

"Does he have problems with his wife?" Karin asked after making love that night.

It had been quiet and tender, nothing as wild and forbidden as we had actually planned to be. Lovemaking, rather than screwing.

"I don't know..." I hesitated: "Nothing serious, as far as I know. He didn't mention anything to me, at least. Why?"

"Just because he changed mood when I mentioned his wife. He got sad."

"Uhm..." I looked at her: she lay naked on her back, her hair sprayed on the pillow, and the small breasts splashed on the chest, while her long nipples pointed proudly to the sky. "I hope he didn't make any confront between her and you. I am afraid not may women may meet your challenge."

She smiled. "Thank you. But I hope I didn't create them a problem."

"I don't think you did anything wrong, my love. The worst thing we may have done is showing him a problem that was already there... And that would not be wrong. It's never a good idea to just hide a problem... Especially within a couple."

"Uhm..."

We kissed and switched off the light.

The day after we drove home. There, we had a lot of things to do before the wedding... Including preparing the room for Carina!

They came to our wedding. Marco was in good shape, and held his sabre at the arch of honour my colleagues made for us. Lucia, his wife, was as happy and smiling as I remembered her. Also quite a few kilos heavier, and not because being pregnant. She was almost ten years younger than Karin, but could have been ten older. Not the type of the adventurer I remembered from twelve years earlier... For sure, not the type for the wife-swapping party Karin had had in mind when she first asked Marco to come to our wedding. It is sad, when healthy women give up so early...

This story is 90% True. Of course the names are change, and in reality, the mature couple did manage to spoil our fun at the archaeological site, which was a shame. As any real story, it triggered a few consequences, the most important – and sad – being my friendship with Marco getting somehow spoiled. We actually lost each other shortly after our wedding. I saw Marco years later, just crossing each other in the corridors of the Defence General Staff: he was on the fast lane and very busy, working long hours and fresh from a promotion.

He was divorced since a couple of years.

In a way, this has been kind of a lesson for me: when we allow ourselves to stray, we shouldn't consider possible consequences on our own relationship only... We may think we stay on the safe side, and be right; but what is fine and healthy for one couple can be devastating for the other one. 

I'll never know weather our adventure in Norchia just upset Marco's marriage or ultimately triggered its demise. But for sure, I will always feel a bit guilty about it.



1994: Expanding Our Game Ch. 02



2 – Carina

It was an extremely hot summer. I have never liked the heat, but since I was living with Karin I started finding something positive about it: my lovely wife-to-be was wearing all the briefest cloths in her inventory, including a few short dresses I bought her recently, which kept my sexual drive really high.

Karin used to say the physically, my penis was absolutely average in size, and considering the experience she mustered, it had to be true. What was surprising to her, and highly satisfactory, was my capability to gain back my energies and start again. According to her, and due to my age, my capability to fuck her three times in a row, and more than once a day, was really remarkable, and to her much more satisfactory than a huge calibre. Apparently, she got more than one, but even if they represented a 'different' sexperience, and for sure gave her pleasure, were nothing special, due to the fact that – according to her – exceptionally endowed guys tend to consider themselves special and do nothing to satisfy their mate, other than allowing her the use of their meat. All in all, she said, big cocks were a disillusionment: getting fuck once by a big one, was far less interesting and satisfactory than getting fucked twice by an average one. Of course she had fallen in love with me for reasons which had nothing to do with screwing her good, but the simple fact that I was sexually satisfying her was probably the reason why her initial emotions developed into a lasting passion, which in turn was cementing our feelings in a lasting relationship... Something that actually, even if for different reasons, was new to both of us.

Of course, our very frequent sexual activities were also a matter of getting used to each other and to a specific rhythm... In my words, it was also a matter of training. And training means, 'do it well, and do it often'.

So we were fucking like bunnies, and seeing my partner permanently so attractive, available and sexy dressed was a strong encouragement to fuck her so often.

Most times, it was quickies. I got her on the kitchen table before doing the table, I finger-fucked her while she was cooking, I ate her out while she was dusting the closet, I doggystyled her while she was laying the wash, or I face-fucked her crossing her in the corridor.

That's what was happening when Carina arrived home.

We knew she landed at the Airport and was arriving by taxi in a matter of minutes, and we had everything ready to receive our guest. A bottle was in the fridge, ready to be popped up, and the glasses were ready on the small living room table. Karin was a bit restless, waiting to see her old school friend, and I must admit I was very curious too. It was Friday afternoon, and there was basically nothing to do. So, when I met Karin in the corridor with her short-sleeved shirt knotted on the breasts and her infamous Norchia jeans shorts, I just grabbed her and kissed her full-mouth.

She appreciated as usual and reciprocated, while I started fondling her gorgeous buttocks and she started grinding her naked thigh against my groin.

"Hmmm..." she purred hotly, "Got a hard-on, honey?"

"I always get one when I see you with this hot pants..."

"Good."

It was instinct to make me push on her shoulder, and it was still instinct to drive her on her knees to unbutton my jeans and free my erection from its uncomfortable restriction.

In no time, Karin swallowed my cock into her hungry mouth. 

As I mentioned, events like that were usually very short lasting, and this one was no exception. Karin blew me mercilessly, like in a competition to have me cum as fast as possible, and in less than a minute I started feeling the vacuum in my shaft draining the seed from my testicles.

"Ooghhh..." I gasped, holding her by the long hair and emptying my load into her gullet.

The bell rang.

"Oh fuck..."

Karin gasped and chocked on my bursting cock. She barely managed to gulp the first shot, then she spat my dick out of her mouth and as a result she got the second and larger load barely into her still open mouth, while the ensuing ones ended up on her check, chin and hair, with drops falling to stain her shirt, to wet her legs and finally to stick on the floor.

"Oh my God..."

The bell rang again, impatiently.

Karin tried to recollect herself, clumsily trying to clean her face with the back of her hand. 

I quickly closed my jeans and run to open the door. 

There on the platform stood Carina.

Her hair was short and almost orange, the eyes grey/green and the skin absolutely snow white. 

She was wearing summer boots, jeans and a yellow tank top which enhanced a generous breast, and, all in all, she looked as attractive as she did on pictures.

And she looked pissed.

"Ciao, Carina. Welcome..." I managed to say.

"Oh, thank you so much to open the door..." she snapped: "You shouldn't hurry; the taxi was slow enough anyway!"

Wonderful. I was in love already.

Karin came out from the bathroom, still trying to dry out the cum from her face, but totally oblivious of the mat in her hair and on her shirt.

"Carina! Welkom gelieft..." Karin held her school friend and kissed her fondly on the mouth.

Carina winched, and then answered the hug with a sob.

"I hate couples!" she bursted as soon as Karin let go of her: "Look at you: your best friend arrives from the opposite hemisphere, and you let her wait out of the door while you're coupling like a rabbit with your male; then, when you open, you kiss me with cum breath!"

Karin started laughing e looked at me: "I told you she was quite a character!"

"Yeah, you did." I was just a little piss myself by now.

"Come on, Carina... Enter, and give me your bag. Welcome back in Europe!"

"Fuck Europe. The airport was a bloody mess and the taxi driver was not only slow, he also wanted to date me this night."

"Aren't you happy? You just arrived and got a flirt already."

"No thanks. I just dumped my last boyfriend at the airport in Perth. I am sick and tired with men, I swear you. They are all a bunch of pricks, nobody excluded."

I started considering throwing my potential lover ass down the stairs.

"Oh, come on Car... You met Roberto already, right?"

"Yeah I did. What an experience. Karin, are you aware you have sperm in your hair. And on your shirt, actually. But what is happening in here?"

"It's happening that since you were late, this couple was having fun." I pointed out drily.

She stared at me: "Right. As I said, I hate couples. Karin, what a hack is this idea of getting married again? Once wasn't enough for you?"

"Apparently not." Karin was trying not to laugh, while blindly cleaning up her hair. "Car, why don't you come in your room and have a shower... Life will look better later on, you'll see."

"I don't think so. And by the way, you've sperm on your thigh. And look, there is more over there on the floor... What did you use, a hose?"

The last remark was for me, but mercifully Karin dragged her nice friend into the guestroom, avoiding the bloodshed.

I discovered more things I didn't like about Carina during the evening. Unsurprisingly, she hated the Army. We were basically parasites of the society, diverting investments for the poor of the world to feed instead the military-industrial complex, which we ultimately controlled; worse of all, in order to proof our weaponry and to show off, sometimes we also started some nice wars around the world, raping and pillaging peaceful populations. Our attempts to show an ethic were just 'pathetic'.

There was also for my Country. Mafia, laziness, mandolin, pizza, and all other cliché you could think of. Most of all, we were of course sciovinist, womanizers and 'papists'. For some reason that I was missing, Muslims and Buddhists had their own culture which deserved respect, while Catholics were just backward and should be ashamed of it.

Men in general were a disgusting breed, egoist, smelly, brutal and sex-obsessed. Basically, they were thinking with their dick and fucking with their dirty mind.

Given the type, I hoped she was at least interest in animals and in their protection. She wasn't. She thought Ysa was a smelling brute genetically created by maniacs. She also believed that protecting animals and environment was a bourgeois fashion to hide the desire to hamper the development of the Third World.

At the end of the dinner, I started getting worried. I basically represented all that lady hated in the Universe: I was more or less her natural enemy. I wondered weather she could consider killing me while I was asleep.

Karin was killing herself trying to keep from laughing.

I went to bed more or less immediately after dinner, giving them the time to talk in Dutch and hoping they were having good time.

Apparently, I had been a better recruiter for our threesomes than Karin had been.

Actually, Karin reached me in bed only two hours later, well before midnight, and I was still reading.

"Hi."

"Hi, love of my life. Still awake?"

"Still reading. Had fun?"

Karin slipped out from her shirt and unzipped her lovely shorts: "Lots of. It was ages I wasn't chatting in my language... And about school time!"

"Oh. Did you talk about school days?"

She smiled: "No. Not really. Basically, she tried to persuade me not to marry you."

"Oh, what a surprise. Was she convincing?" 

"Very convincing. You won't believe it, but she's a very intelligent girl."

"I have no doubts."

"She explained me how different we are, what a bastard an Italian soldier must be... She even asked where the icons of Mussolini were."

"Did you tell her my father has been a partisan, back in 1944?"

"Oh, she wouldn't listen. I told you she was a special character."

"A special character, not a bitchy dumbass."

"Good one, I have to tell her tomorrow... She would be proud. Honey, it's just she doesn't know you, and doesn't understand. I wasn't that far from her thinking, before meeting you."

"Oh. Nice to know. Are you still going to marry me?"

"Yep. She's pissed about this one."

"Did you tell her why?"

"Of course. I told her you are the best fucker I ever closed my legs around, and she knows perfectly I closed my legs on a lot of guys." She smiled broadly, and then put down her shorts; her golden pubic hair shone at the electric light.

I smiled, admiring her toned belly muscles.

"She has no idea what she is missing..." Karin added, climbing the bed with a predator smile...

I mentioned it earlier: Karin was a screamer. A loud one.

That night, she was louder than she had ever been. And very requiring, too.

She wanted to be taken in all the positions we had been practising in the last times, plus she wanted to experiment. Any time I lie down to rest, she went down on me to resurrect my manhood using all of her art.

Once there was really nothing to do any more, and my poor pecker invoked the Geneva Convention, she sat on my face, rubbing her sloppy hairy pussy on my face, to force me having my cream pie, and then to make her come once more with my tongue, with the loudest orgasmic yells of the whole night.

It was almost four a.m. when she finally collapsed on me, a shaken, spent and royally satisfied ragdoll, and kissed me goodnight.

What a night! Must admit, I had forgotten the missed threesome...

The morning after, Ysa woke me up more or less jumping on the bed, desperate for her morning walk. I was still destroyed from the beating I got by my sex-starved princess, but I know my duty. I took my friend down to perform her morning recce and then I fed her before laying the table for breakfast and preparing the espresso machine for coffee. 

When I came back in bed, both the radical-progressive girls were still sleeping sound. 

I fell asleep again, as a good soldier does, and I woke up later, smelling the fresh coffee in the kitchen.

I stirred in the empty bed and then I rose on my feet. It was 10.00 of a nice and sunny summer Sunday, and breakfast was ready.

I jumped in my jeans and shirt, went through the bathroom to make myself more presentable, and reached the Dutch ladies in the kitchen. Karin, Carina and Ysa (which one of the three being the bitch, I couldn't say) had just joined the table, and of course our guest didn't want a cappuccino, pointing out that the only acceptable and civilised hot drink was tea.

She looked like a student who hadn't slept all night to prepare an exam: the hair in a mess, hollow checks, heavy eyelids... She wore just a t-shirt and knickers, plus my old house sandals. All in all, not a very seductive lady.

Karin looked great: glowing, tanned, smiling, slightly combed, she wore the shortest summer dress I ever bought her, shocking pink, something I would never dare to ask her to wear outdoor.

Contrary to her friend, she looked like both a sexually confident and satisfied woman. 

I started wondering weather Karin wanted to tell me something.

As I arrived and sat after saying good morning, Karin came to sit on my lap, kissed me noisily and gave me a jolly welcome.

Carina looked disgusted and looked the other way as she said "...morning."

Karin hardly spoke to me the whole time, busy as she was to chat in Dutch, but was a merciless tease all through the breakfast, winking, rubbing and showing off.

I was a bit disorientated.

After breakfast the girls and the bitch (I always refer to Ysa as one of the family girls) went for a walk downtown and I stayed back at home to relax, have a shower, clean a bit and read a good book (Red Storm Rising, by Tom Clancy... What a surprise, uh?).

When the girls and the bitch came back, the two-legged ones were sweaty and tired and the four-legged one emptied two bowls of water; it was really hot.

Karin had a quick shower, then left the bathroom to her friend (the bitch, not Ysa) and reached me in the living room.

"Hi lover..." she purred, covered only in a towel which left her legs totally uncovered: "How do you do?"

"Fine, thanks. Nice walk?"

"So hot, outside... Poor Carina is destroyed. Sounds like she didn't sleep at all this night."

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"Must be the heat..." she smiled, dropping the towel and coming towards me: "I am also so hot, lover... Can you do something about it?"

I got no chances. Five minutes later, Karin was riding my pole, cursing and yelling as loud as at night.

When I emptied my load into my still bumping girlfriend, I could see Carina, all wet and clad in Karin's kimono, watching at us from the doorframe to the corridor with a thoroughly sickened expression on her bitchy face. 

I didn't care much by then. If she didn't like our lifestyle, she was welcome to go and bother somebody else.

It was a bit strange, though. Karin had never been specifically restricted about sex, but she had never been so wantonly slutty before. Not that I complained...

We jumped lunch due to the heat, and we rather went for an early dinner in one of the local pizzeria, where I forced myself to be a decent and polite guest.

Carina, after the shower and an afternoon of relax and long talks in Dutch had pulled herself together, and looked like again the pretty girl she actually was. She wore extra-tight light trousers and a pale blue tank top which enhanced her nice firm C-cup tits.

Karin was still better: she was wearing another shirt knotted on her breast, which conceived the fact that her breasts were so much smaller than her friend's, and her short denim miniskirt, nicely matched by her high-heel denim summer boots. Since she had pulled her hair up, she looked far taller than both of us... And I am talking about at least 15 centimetres taller. I never minded looking shorter than my partner: liking tall women, it had happened to me quite often in the past. What embarrassed me was that people might think that it was Carina the one sharing my bed. 

Oh well, shit happens.

The dinner could have been worse, considering our guest character. All in all she behaved and insulted me only a couple of times.

Karin, on the other way, was shameless. Not happy to show kilometres of bare legs to the waiter every time the poor boy approached, she rubbed my knees and feet under the table the whole evening, also catching her chances at feeling my cock under my trousers. She also captured my hands a couple of times, forcing me to feel her naked thighs and the moistness level of her knickers. The second time they were really damp.

Of course Carina, who was a bitch but not a dumb bimbo, was perfectly aware of my fiancé's manoeuvres, and got increasingly nervous.

"I hate couples!" she repeated again and again, trying to quiet down Karin's evident arousal: "Why have I always to end up with friends on heat?"

Karin giggled, "I'm sorry dear, but you knew I was getting married within a week... What did you expect?"

"Honestly, I hoped to find you coupled to somebody rich and open-minded, who gave you the means and the time to enjoy your old friends. Not to find you sexually enslaved to a brute... No offence, Roberto." She added hastily looking for just a second at me, and then she went on, moving nervously her goddamned cigarette: "I mean, you've always been a modern and independent girl: you used and dumped your dumb boyfriends in a pretty efficient way, your only fault being choosing them well-hunged but sadly penniless. I hoped that with age, you would look for less masculinity and more practicality."

Karin smiled sweetly: "Hmmm... I went instead for a little more of both, you know. Both in quality and in quantity, actually. But what did you have in mind, actually?"

"Oh, I was hoping to have you joining Mathilda May and me in the Caribbean tour we plan by September... We could make a threesome, like at the good old times!"

The word threesome catched my attention, also because my hand had reached again under Karin's skirt hem, and her knickers were definitely drenched by now. Mathilda May was another school friend of theirs, a half Indonesian girl if I remembered well, who contrary to them had both married and divorced very well.

"I am so sorry, dear, but in September Roberto and I will have to move to another town near Rome, where he has to attend an Army Staff course."

"Of course," Carina snarled, "Your hubby needs you to cook his dinner while he studies his brain out. Can't you leave her some of her old freedom, Roberto? Karin used to be a free girl."

"Karin is still a free girl," I answered: "If she wants to go, she doesn't need my approval."

My girlfriend's hand fondled my groin in earnest.

"Oh, sure!" she snapped in frustration, fully realising what was taking place under the table, and swallowed a long sip of draught beer; "Fuck, I hate couples!"

The rest of the dinner went on without further major incidents. Karin ordered another tour of beer, and when we left Carina looked in a better – if not more sober – mood.

Walking home in the nicely cool of the evening air cleared up my mind almost completely, probably also due to the fact that when we left my beer mug was still full.

It wasn't late when we went to bed, so I took a shower while the girls enjoyed something strong in the living room, planning for another early bed.

When I went to say good night, the girls were laughing and drinking like friends who are having a lot of fun. Karin was sitting on the couch facing me, with Carina on her left, crouched on a vimini easy chair. They both had almost empty glasses in their hands.

"I'll call it a night, girls," I announced; "Have fun!"

Karin smiled and slightly opened her legs. It was a Basic Instincts-like flashing: her knickers must have disappeared somehow between the restaurant and our living room, because I got a long, clear sight at her rich golden-haired pussy. I swallowed.

"Oh no, lover of mine," Karin purred with a sultry voice, "Actually, I'm going to have fun, but with you..."




1994: Expanding Our Game Ch. 02



Speechless, Carina watched as Karin rose and came to kiss me full-mouth in front of her, and then pulled me to the bedroom by the belt of my kimono without ever saying good night.

I must admit it: I loved to be seduced and drag to bed by my girlfriend in front of her bitch of a friend. 

I got pushed down on my back into the bed without Karin ever closing the bedroom door: she straddled me and purposefully opened the kimono with a grin on her face that was driving me mad of passion. Maybe she wasn't 100% sober, and the mix of cigarette smoke and alcohol in her breath wasn't the most seducing of scents, but she looked gorgeous. If I have a fetish, that's boots, and together with the denim miniskirt they highlighted her legs so well!

I pulled her shirt open undoing the knot and exposing her breasts, and saw her excited nipples. Then she pushed her naked chest against mine and French-kissed me with a passion that finished blowing my last resistance and hospitality scruples. 

To the hell with the bitch: having a threesome would be nice, but it was Karin the one I really wanted!

I felt her tongue exploring the depths of my mouth like if she wanted to taste my soul, while her erected nipples were rubbing my chest making me shiver.

I started moving my hands over her excited body, looking for the parts that were already uncovered, and after undoing her hair I went down to raise her skirt until I could fondle her hard buttocks. Her silky, soft skin was warm and smooth, and my cock stirred happily.

Karin felt it against her stomach and started moaning inside my mouth. Then she started moving slowly, adjusting her knees around my sides and rubbing her crotch against my rapidly swelling erection.

I felt her pussy hair rubbing my shaft and balls, and knew we were on for another unforgettable night of lust. Gosh, she was wet! For a second I thought my helmet would slip into her without any help, just with her rubbing her labia against it... It probably would eventually, but that wasn't what Karin wanted.

She let go of my mouth and started kissing her way down along my chest and belly, greeting my nipples, my navel, my groin, and then even lower to my thighs inner muscles; She grabbed my cock and caressed it without really stroking it, and sank her face between my legs. I felt her tongue liking under my testicles, then moving slowly over the swollen, hairy balls, like in adoration.

"Hmmm..." she purred, not so loud but loud enough to be heard outside the room: "They're so full of semen, and it's all for me..."

It wasn't usual for her to be talkative during our lovemaking: loud, yes; but no dirty talking until then... Unfortunately. After all, Carina's presence was really having a very positive effect on my fiancé. 

Karin licked my balls like a pussycat, slowly caressing my shaft in between. When she was sure it was fully erected, she moved up to lap the shaft along my veins, caressing with her soft, wet tongue all the most sensitive parts of my manhood, which by now she knew so well.

When she finally closed her burning lips over my cockhead, I couldn't help groining hard.

"Hmmmph!" she echoed me, even louder, and started blowing me hard and noisily.

The bed started creaking and bumping, and I realised that, while sucking and stroking me using one hand, she was using the other to touch herself between her legs. I was used to see Karin excited, but this was far more than I was used to.

I grabbed her head and started fucking her upwards between her ears. She seemed to appreciate the small violence, because her muffled moans became even louder.

"Oh gosh," she panted finally letting go of my cock; "I want you now. Fuck me!"

She held my erection straight and crouched over me, resolutely aiming my dick at her moist opening.

I felt with my cock the wet curls of her pussy, the soft labia of her cunt, and finally the sopping softness of her slit as she sat on me, impaling herself.

"Aahhh!" she yelled shamelessly, once she felt my cock sliding deep into her more than ready vagina; "At last..."

I eagerly moved my hands along her endless naked thighs, up under her skirt, which still hide our bodies bond, and fondly grabbed her buttocks, to hold her still and push upwards rhythmically. 

"Uhnnngg!" she yelped, shaking her hair, which whipped against her back.

Her breasts bounced and waved nicely in the wide opening of her unfasten shirt, and I had to grab one, to squeeze and fondle it while I captured the other nipple into my mouth and chewed it.

"Yeaaawww..." she screeched, pain and pleasure perversely mixed in her voice.

I heard coughing. Purposefully.

I looked over to the door, and there Carina stood, openly pissed at the whole situation.

"I am so sorry, I just wanted to know weather this performance of yours is going to be as long as last night's," she stated, "Because in that case, I'll find somewhere else to sleep. I do need to rest."

I was both annoyed for the interruption, and amused by her problem. I stopped mouthing Karin's breast, but didn't let go of he other tit, which I kept on kneading.

My girlfriend stopped pumping herself and turned to her old comrade, weaving her hair and smiling: "Hi Car. I didn't hear you coming..."

"I'm not surprised, since you're howling like a bitch on heat."

The smile on Karin's face broadened: "Oh, come on, Car! Don't tell me you are shocked by our openness... I thought you were a modern and open-minded person!"

"This is no matter of open-mindness," the bitch retorted acidly, "It's just disgusting how you degrade yourself with this ape of yours!"

Karin moved on slowly like a cat, unplugging herself and getting down the bed in front of Carina. Now I could see only her back, still covered by the undone shirt and by the wrinkled skirt.

"Degrading? But honey... I'm just being myself, and getting my pleasure, whenever and however I feel to, as any liberated woman should." Karin's voice was sultry, sexy... Seductive. "Are you sure you are not just... Envious?"

It hit me now. It had all been a game by Karin. All this provocation, this continuous mockery and teasing... Karin was seducing her friend! She was just seducing Carina into our bed!

And I could see it was working: Carina looked appalled, shocked.

She screamed: "What the hell are you saying? Are you crazy? Envious... Of what?"

"Of this!" Karin grabbed her friend's arm, and before she could react in any way, she pressed a full-mouth kiss between her open lips.

I was taken aback, knowing how much Karin disliked the idea of too much intimacy with other women. I wondered weather that was the reason she got a double dry vodka before trying the seduction.

Carina jerked herself free, stunned.

"Come on Car," Karin hissed again, seductively: "You need this, and you know it. You have been wanting this from the very minute you entered our house. That's why you have been so scratchy and unpleasant... And that's why you came to our room now. Come with us, we will take care of you... And you'll see, all together, we will cure your sourness."

Carina had her mouth open to protest, but said nothing. Karin had her hand firmly on her wrist, and was pulling. I was slowly stroking my cock, and realised our guest's eyes were fixed on it.

It was like a spell.

Spellbound, Carina let herself be dragged slowly towards our bed, and in a moment she was sitting on the edge, transfixed. 

Karin caressed her pretty face, clearing her forehead from her red hair, and kissed her softly on her neck. Affectionately, rather than lustfully. 

My time to play.

I extended my hand to caress Carina's other check, and felt her shacking. She wasn't sober either... She got two double dry vodkas, earlier in the living room.

I too kissed her on the neck, on the other side from Karin. Our prey shivered.

I put a hand on her belly and caressed her there, while my diabolic wife-to-be was doing the same on her back. Carina's silky tank top was thin and soft, and I could feel her skin under the tissue.

She moaned.

The bitch was our game now.

I took a breast in my hand and fondled delicately, feeling the cup of the bra under the silk.

Karin started pulling the tank top over Carina's head, and our pray didn't fight back.

I kissed Carina's check while Karin was unfastening her bra, then I kissed her lips.

They burned.

"What are you doing to me..." she whispered, powerless.

Karin moved my own hand over Carina's tit. It was rounded, full and warm. Her nipple was peer-shaped, small, and stiff. I twisted it.

Carina shook and shivered. Karin kissed her hair.

I kissed her mouth, and her lips parted, allowing my tongue in. I got hers, and the dance started.

I hold the girl's naked shoulders and French-kissed her, slow and deep, dragging her down onto our bed.

I perceived a moment of reluctance, which dissipated in a second as I kept suckling her tongue into my mouth. I realised with my eyesight that Karin was pulling Carina's trousers down.

What a girlfriend I had: she promised me a threesome, and a threesome I was getting all right!

We lay on the bed now: me kissing Carina full-mouth and Karin busy over her friend, stripping her naked.

I felt a mouth on my cock while I was still kissing Carina, and knew it had to be Karin... It's so good to feel two female mouths on your body!

Carina's naked tits felt beautiful on my bare chest. My hands went down on our new partner, and found her ass. It was somehow rounder and softer than Karin's tight one, and her redhead skin was paler and smoother. Karin wasn't shaving at all, and an extremely thin and soft fair hair was covering her honey-skinned and slender body; Carina was milky, curvy and accurately depilated all over. The difference between them was intoxicatingly exciting.

Karin was sucking me back to full readiness while I was kissing Carina's last resistances away.

When I finally let go of her, she was breathless. Only her thin knickers were protecting her from my wife and mine determined assault.

Karin winked at me and nodded her encouragement, while lowering Carina's underwear.

Our guest bush was small and trimmed, and brown-reddish turned out to be her real colour.

"Fuck her, now." Karin whispered with a smile. "Make her scream."

I went between her legs, quite shorter than the ones I was so used to, and parted them wide by the knees. Her reddish flower opened like a rose at dawn.

Our eyes met, and her lips trembled like she was trying to say something, but no sound came from her.

Karin grabbed my cock and stroke id slowly, pulling me towards Carina's exposed sex."

"Take her."

I moved my hand over Carina's pussy, and felt her moistness. Karin was right, she was ready. Her slit opened under my finger, and I felt her short curls, more thick and brushy than my girlfriend's, like her skin was softer and smoother. Such an exciting difference!

I slowly pushed myself against her, our sexes approaching and Karin still aiming my cock to target.

Then she withdrew her arm, and I drove into Carina's body.

I felt the warmth of her flash wrapping my inner essence as my cockhead slid into her cunt, and then I had her heels hitting the back of my thighs, to pull me into her.

Her slit was narrow; kind of hotter and less lubricated than Karin's but of course we weren't as accustomed to each other as Karin and I were.

I lay over Carina, splashing her hard tits into her chest with mine as I kissed her in the mouth, allowing her to wrap her arms around me to hold my body tight against hers. Then I started moving.

I gave two strong pushes into her, fucking my way into her vagina until our pubic hair intertwined and my balls slapped against her ass crack.

"Mmmwaahhh..." she whimpered, feeling her cunt filled and stuffed that way. Her legs clenched at me and her fingernails started scratching my back.

I started pumping her slowly, feeling Karin's fingers caressing my ass.

I soon got into a medium-slow rhythm, fucking the bitch with alternately short and long thrusts, probing her pussy to explore its folds and curves, to locate sensitive spots and painful touches in order to chart the map of her pleasure.

My fiancé was still caressing my ass, while lying next to us, her head close to ours.

"So, Car," Karin hissed into her friend's ear, "How is my ape's cock? Do you like it? Hmmm... It's such a good piece of male meat, isn't it? Don't worry my dear; I'll give it to you for as long as you'll need it to come. But remember it's mine, and mine only..."

I felt like being a tool, a human dildo Karin was screwing Carina with... And I loved it!

After fucking Carina missionary-style for a while, I decided to rise in order to watch what I was fucking. And I liked the sight.

Carina's hard and pointed breasts were bouncing like jellies at each and every stroke of mine. I held her legs over my shoulders to push deeper into her vagina and hit target down where I had not reached yet.

"Oohhh..." she appreciatively howled, feeling my cock digging into her belly: "Yes, fuck me. Fuck me... Fuck me... Hmmm..."

Karin muffled her moans kissing her mouth, and let a stray hand wandering over her friend's body, up to rub her full breasts and to twist her pointed nipples.

Then Karin did something strange: she grabbed my hand and took it to Carina's mound.

"Play her clit," she whispered to me, before kissing her again.

I was in no mood to disappoint my lady, who provided me with this wonderful feast, and obliged. Soon I felt Carina's moans grow louder, and her body movement accelerate to the rhythm I was playing her clitoris with.

Karin knew her friend: different for herself, she was a clitoridean type. I was so used to Karin's G-spot-only orgasms that I had never guessed without her help.

The more I was having fun with Carina, the more I was falling in love with my wife-to-be.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oohhh... ...Hnnngg!!!" Carina shat her eyes trashed about under my final stroke, and screamed out her orgasm, with me slamming hard to hit bottom into her, and Karin squeezing her tits cruelly, as if she wanted to pull them away.

Karin let go of her friend's breasts and came to me with lust in her eyes and a dirty smile on her face. She kissed me, and I felt the taste of Carina's mouth in Karin's breath.

"I love you," she whispered softly, as I passed an arm around her hips, pulling her body against mine.

I slowly pulled out from Carina's well-fucked cunt, and Karin got hold of my cock, all smeared in the redhead pussy juice.

"My turn," she whispered, looking straight into my eyes.

Karin got rid of her shirt and laid beside Carina, lifting her hips to roll her miniskirt up. 

I admired the view: there were two naked women in my bed, like in my best dreams. The redhead lied down dishevelled, spent after her orgasm, her pale body heaving heavily; the blonde was ready and willing, her lean and tall body waiting to couple covered only by the skirt and the boots.

"Come on, take me!" Karin urged, kneading her own hard nipples and opening her legs to show me her gaping slit showing amongst her uncombed, thick golden hair.

I positioned myself between her spread legs and rubbed her labia with my cockhead, making her shiver with lust and expectation.

"Please, fuck me now..." she pleaded again with her sultry voice.

I pushed into her, and my well-lubed cock slipped easily into Karin's well-known hotbox.

Strange feeling, to smear Karin's cunt with Carina's pussy juice... I had considered cleaning up before fucking her, knowing her ideas about too much intimacy with other women, but she had urged me to be fast taking her, and I didn't want to lose the moment.

As soon as my cock was into her, Karin grabbed me with her legs and arms, holding me in place.

"Now that you fucked my friend, you have damn better be good to me, lover..." she whispered in my ears. I bet she was serious about that.

I started screwing her slow and deep, thoroughly enjoying the professional contractions of her exercised cunt muscles; her long legs clenched at my sides, and I couldn't have pulled out even if I wished.

Karin was really wet: she got far more excited than she would later like to admit, watching me fucking her friend stupid. Again, she started moaning and thrashing about, her voice quickly growing to loud shrieks and screams of lust and passion.

I wasn't sure she climaxed before Carina interrupted us, and I wasn't sure where she was now... It was only pretty obvious to me that my woman looked far more excited than she normally did, and in that situation I wasn't going to last as much as I'd liked to.

Mercifully, after another set of crying and cursing under my determined ploughing of her more than willing belly, Karin whispered again, "Hmmm... So good, honey. Do her again now, before she gets colder."

Carina was touching herself, looking at the two of us screwing next to her, and didn't like somebody who was cooling down at all, but Karin was the party toastmaster, and I didn't think it was smart to disappoint any of the ladies.

I exited Karin and climbed back between Carina's marbled legs.

Our pretty guest smiled and opened her slit for me, invitingly.

I stuffed my weapon into her, making her scream, and this time it was Karin's turn to have her juices smear her friend's vagina.

She was so open and wet that I hit bottom at my first thrust. 

"Aahhh! Oh God..." Carina gasped, holding my hips in her thighs' grip and pushing her heels into mine: "Fuck me... Yes! Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck meeeeee!!!"

And fuck her I did, while Karin watched at us touching herself and smiling lustfully at the scene we were offering to her.

Again I rose to my knees, to better enjoy the sight of the meat I was fucking with so much satisfaction, and Carina got the chance to move her hand to her clit and further increase her pleasure.

"Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Oh fuck... Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... Yeaaaaahhhhhh!!!"

Carina's pale body shook and tensed, convulsing it the spasms of yet another orgasm, just as I kept on ploughing her mercilessly, going into her as rough as I could.

I felt Karin's hand caressing my shoulder: she was on her knees next to me now, still masturbating with the other hand.

"Cum inside her," she urged me hoarsely: "Fill the stupid bitch pregnant!"

I thought for a second I misunderstood, but she added again, "Boone her!"

Did she want to punish her? Was she making an experiment to see weather I could father a child to her? Or was she just being naughty? I never really understood.

For sure, I was on the edge, and Karin's remark threw me over it.

I accelerated my fucking tempo into Carina's womb, holding her naked thighs in my hands against my chest, and felt an electric shiver sparking from my testicles, reaching my brain and finally explode into my hart.

I arched, pushed in a final time, and released my load, deep into Carina's belly.

"Oohhh..." I groaned in the exertion, sweating hard as my whole body let go of it all.

"Oh my Gaaaawwd!" Carina shrieked, still convulsing in her own orgasm, as she felt my semen flooding her most intimate inner parts.

Her eyes sprang open, but she had no guts to protest or to resist getting inseminated.

Spurts after spurts of come filled her slutty cunt, as I kept slowly pumping her and massaging her legs.

"Yeah," Karin smiled wickedly, still caressing my back, "Oh yeah... Stuff her well, the bitch deserves it..."

I kissed my woman, and she rubbed her naked body against me wantonly. Then I left her and went on the other girl to kiss her too, and she answered the kiss with spent enthusiasm.

I rolled over, finding myself lying between the two girls, happily exhausted.

Carina touched her cum-filled pussy and cursed quietly: "Oh fuck... You bloody filled me up, you bastard."




1994: Expanding Our Game Ch. 02



Karin was smiling, but Carina didn't look all that outraged either.

"I'm sorry," I muttered, embarrassed: "You didn't say anything, and I assumed you were on the pill..."

She shook her head in what could be understanding, disappointment or acceptance, and I lost contact with her, since Karin had suddenly swallowed my cum-dripping cock into her mouth.

"Hmmmph!" 

I closed my eyes and enjoyed her blowjob. She got me before my poor cock could ever start deflating, so she took very little to consolidate my hardon.

She left her nasty meal and looked at me: "Good! Now your nuts are empty and you can fuck me longer..."

She lied on her back and spread her legs again.

I know my duty, so I rose again and went back between my woman's naked thighs and aimed my weapon at her still gaping cunt.

Karin shook her head no: "Fuck my ass, now."

Carina gasped in shock, and I wasn't less surprised than her. The pure idea of cornholing my woman next to her friend was a turn on like nothing before.

I lowered my weapon to the newly assigned target while she lifted her legs and stuffed a pillow under her hips; her hole was already wet with saliva and pussy juice, while my cock was still smeared in Carina's and my sticky spunk... And naughty Karin was already adding some cream to her entrance.

I roared my happiness and drove to target in a slow, powerful move.

"Ouch!" Karin gasped, at feeling her sphincter so roughly stretched, and my cockhead slipped into her hole.

I felt her fingernail sink into my sides as my cock sank into her ass.

Exhausted as she was, Carina rose to an elbow to watch in awe as her friend got sodomized in front of her.

I moved in a way to offer her the best view, and Carina got the chance to see my cock slowly pump into Karin's hairy arse.

"Oh my God," she panted astonished: "You've got it all into your ass!"

"Hmmm... You bet!" Karin sighed in pain and pleasure, "It's so good and so nasty, you know... I love it!"

I started fucking hard my girlfriend ass, and my pleasure was doubled by having a public for my perverted performance.

I was pounding Karin's ass in a full front position, and Carina enjoyed the full view of our unholy act. She lay naked next to her friend's heaving body, breathing the scent of her steaming pleasure. The sight of my cock pumping in and out of Karin's forbidden hole must have being turning her on again for the pure perversion of the act in itself, before after a second of bewilderment, Carina started slowly touching herself.

"Hmmm... Oohhh... Yes, fuck me... Aahhh..."

Karin's loud screams were a great turn-on too, and it was good I just came a few minutes ahead, or I would explode on the spot.

Carina's hands started stroking her clit and her tits while her eyes stayed transfixed on her friend's violated asshole, and soon she started panting and moaning in tune with her.

I held Karin's feet by the heels of her boots while ramming into her by now completely stretched asshole, enjoying the strength of her rectal muscles clenching at my ploughing shaft. It was the best fuck I ever had, and I knew it was going to be a long one too.

It was. After at least fifteen minutes of brutal sodomy, Karin pulled me out and added some more cream to my shaft and inside her hole, and then I plugged her hole again, resuming my rhythm into her bowels.

Carina didn't lose a move, spelled by the lewd view we were offering to her. After a while, her masturbation peaked and she came with a shrill. She closed her eyes for a moment, panting hard, then she reopened them and there we were, still having anal sex in front of her.

With a desperate moan, she resumed stroking herself, and after another little while she still wanted more.

I never slowed down fucking Karin's rectum while Carina lounged over my abused girlfriend and slowly kissed her gaping mouth.

Taken by her own lust, Karin instinctively grabbed her friend's head and pulled her closer; in a second, a soft kiss turned into an outright lesbian mouth-fuck.

Carina's right hand stopped stroking her own's breast and moved to Karin's. The blonde arched and thrashed, moaning loud into her friend's mouth.

I felt my cock squeezed hard by the contractions of the abused sphincter, and I instinctively pushed harder into the hole I was fucking.

Karin squealed loud, spitting out her friend's probing tongue.

Carina lowered her head, and her mouth found the swollen nipple her hand had just been kneading. She started sucking on it in earnest. 

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Aahhh... AAARGGHHHHH!!!"

I had pushed back Karin's leg just a bit, and my cock just hit the back of her G-spot, with the result of triggering a devastating recto-vaginal orgasm that washed her through.

The girl trashed about, twisted around, convulsed and quivered madly, shouting obscenities and spitting out her lounges for the sudden, total release her abused body was experiencing. 

It lasted long, the longest orgasm Karin ever had in front of me until then, and it was awesome.

After a full minute of convulsion, I felt myself taken over the edge, and painfully came deep inside her bowels, washing her insides with loads after loads of thick cum.

I held my ground for at least another minute, emptying myself into Karin as her convulsions slowly subsided, but in the end I collapsed over her shacking body.

I don't know which mouth I kissed dryly, which breasts I caressed, which hand rubbed my hair.

I just felt two naked, warm female bodies closing on me with a double full-body soft embrace, and I fell asleep between my two well-fucked ladies, spent.

Ysa wake me up as usual very early in the morning. She had been confused, since I wasn't as usual on my side of the bed, but in the very centre of it, surrounded by two snoring human ladies, but had the sense to jump on the bed from the bottom, so to avoid waking them up.

I wore something light, walked her down for her morning recce, then I prepared breakfast as usual. I went to the bath to wash up, cleaning up in particular my dick using an intimate soap, and went back to bed.

The two girls were still fast asleep. Karin had somehow thrown away her boots during the night, but for the rest they were as I left them when I fell asleep between them: naked, facing each other, and with a thin trickle of cum oozing from their holes between their naked thighs.

What a sight!

My freshly cleaned cock started stirring, and I knew it wanted more of all that pussy in front of it...

Tell me whatever you want about hospitality, but I still felt my fiancé had priority.

Carina wake up at the bumps of the bed, as I was trying to bang Karin awake, and quickly offered to help me, well knowing how difficult it can be to have her back conscious after a night's sleep.

She went on her face while I kept slamming her pussy missionary style and kissed her eyes and mouth open. When Karin started fucking me back, I reached her mouth too, and joined her kiss.

"Good morning, my love."

"'Morning..." she croaked.

The three of us fucked each other stupid until our stomachs started shouting with rage, and we left to the kitchen.

We desperately needed fuel for our spent bodies before getting back at it.

We went on and on, and the memory of the day is a blur. I wasn't allowed to do Carina's ass though: Karin claimed that as her own private territory... And I didn't get to see the two of them getting at each other either, since my wife was so much against girl-on-girl as far as it involved her. I am not sure Carina was that interested either; all I could exact from them was some more (almost) innocent kissing and touching.

But I didn't mind: there was more for me to do!

Every time I couldn't stand any more, the two of them went down on me and helped each other resurrecting me with their mouths and tongues... And we started again.

Eventually, we had to stop.

They left the bed for getting ready, Carina went to the shower and Karin lovingly covered me with a sheet to let me rest.

I fell asleep on the spot.

I woke up when Karin came back from the airport; Carina left to Holland, and then she was due to the Caribbean with her friend Mathilda May.

Karin's eyes shone as she lay back on the bed next to me.

I kissed her, and she fondly kissed me back. I moved my hand between her bare legs, and got the warm surprise to find her naked under her miniskirt.

"Hmmm... I had no time to find clean knickers when we rushed to the airport..."

She never got the time to undress: I fucked her on the spot, just lifting her skirt.

Before switching off the light and sleep, that night, Karin kissed me again and whispered, "So, lover... Did you like my threesome? Better than yours, I'd say!"

I could only agree, and with a wide grin.

This story is 90% true. Of course the names are changed, and I reported all the ludicrous exchanges with sweet Carina as best as I could remember them: I also synthesizing them, otherwise this placement should have fallen under the "Humour and Satire" entry. 

Being a real story, it left some threads open. We never saw Carina again, since she ended up settling in St. Maarten with a rich and aging white husband and a young and well-hung black lover. 

By the way, we ended up with a standing invitation to go and see her over there. I can't help imaging another kinky story to take place one day in a beautiful tropical island as a change... Anyway, we kept contact for a while, since I wanted to be sure there were no undesired consequences to our threesome. There weren't any. The upsetting bitch was off the pill all right, but we had been lucky. Actually, I discovered later that the whole thing hasn't been only a very accurate set up by Karin for my own sake, but also a small revenge from her side about something that happened back at High School, when Carina had stolen Karin's boyfriend while she was performing the Year's final ballet.

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Please give me feedbacks! As I wrote in my profile, I write essentially for fun, and to improve my written English. While I can't do much to change the stories as such – since they are essentially true – I think I can for sure improve the way I write them, both in grammar and style. Your help will be much appreciated!