4 comments/ 50616 views/ 1 favorites Three is NOT a Crowd By: skylane8 Early in June, Claire and I had a drink with a friend of ours, Michael. Michael is an attractive married man with whom we became friends through an erotic fantasy relationship. Although, we never consummated our fantasies, we did become personal friends who would meet on all too infrequent occasions. Well, Michael and I had discussed quite often about the intense sexual pleasure to be experienced were we ever to share Claire as a lover. I had teasingly run this fantasy by Claire several times but was met with only embarrassed giggles...until that fateful afternoon. Once more Michael and I teased Claire about how sexy she was and what a thrilling time we three could have. That night, Claire took me completely by surprise when she proposed: "If we ever were to meet with Michael there would have to be certain restrictions." You could have knocked me over with a feather (of course, my stiff prick would have prevented me from completely hitting the floor). Her conditions were that: one, Michael would have to wear a condom when fucking her; and, two, that her pleasure must be the focus of all of our energies. I had NO problem with those conditions and neither would Michael, I assured her. I called Michael the following day and told him of Claire's change in attitude. As I spoke with him on the car phone I could almost hear him lose control of the auto. I told him that, before finally deciding to go to bed, Claire wanted to have lunch with him so that she could "interview" him about his past adventures and "misdeeds" (we had a tape of Michael and another couple he had "played with" about a year earlier, so Claire was concerned that he had always used protection and wanted to feel secure in his health and stability). The following Wednesday, Michael got a room at a local Holiday Inn, met Claire for a drink, then called me and told me where to meet them. I packed a camera and a bottle of wine and drove to the motel. The three of us, dressed in conservative business attire, walked to the room as if going to conduct a business seminar. As Michael and I set up his video, my camera, and chilled the wine, Claire slipped into a sexy, cobalt blue bustier, dark nylons, and high heeled fuck-me-pumps. She came out with her lovely breasts supported by the underwire boning and struck a seductive pose. In a flash, Michael captured her nipples between his lips as I grabbed the camera to capture his hungry assault. A moan of agonizing pleasure escaped from all three of us at the same time. Claire threw her arms around Michael's neck as she sucked his tongue between her wet lips. I began to shed my clothes as Michael tore at his. Within seconds, my wife was pinned to the bed by Michael's strong arms as he continued to kiss and caress my darling bride (the memory of this image has me as rock hard as the actual moment did!). Soon Michael kissed his way downward, to her perfect tits, biting and licking her distended nipples, then lower until he buried his face into the gushy wetness of her pussy. As he licked and sucked her tasty snatch, I French-kissed her and massaged her right breast while Michael pawed her left. She came almost immediately in the first of an entire afternoon of orgasms. I rose to place my cockhead at her lips. She inhaled my thick helmet and swirled her tongue around and around and I pumped in and out of her clinging mouth. Not wishing to come myself so soon, I pulled away and commanded, "Michael, I want you to fuck Claire's mouth! Claire, suck Michael's cock!" Still munching on my love's delicious cunt, Michael swung around and, in a classic "69," dropped his stiff, red shaft until it disappeared down Claire's throat. I picked up the camera to record this erotic image then remembered that no one had turned on the video. Seeing my beautiful wife making love to our handsome, virile friend through the monitor nearly caused me to spurt my cream onto the carpet! Returning to the bed, I climbed between my wife's smooth, white thighs. She was on her back, her head thrown over the bed's edge. Michael leaned over her, his cock slid wetly between her lips. His hands pawed her heaving breasts...hers cupped his hot ass. I began to lick Claire's pussy in earnest. I was too turned on for words. All I can say is that my cock had not been that hard for quite some time. Nearly cumming himself, Michael withdrew from Claire's sucking mouth and joined me between her legs. Graciously, I rolled out of his way, reached to the night stand for a condom, and handed it to him. Smiling broadly, Michael opened it and rolled the latex sheath over his red, hard cock. I crawled up to kiss my wife as our friend positioned himself closer. I stared into Claire's lust filled eyes and whispered, "Fuck him, Darling. Take his hard cock inside your sweet pussy." With that, Claire raised her ass pushing her nether lips against the stiff prick pushing back. Her eyes closed in pleasure as Michael's length easily filled her. She came immediately. Claire's most intense orgasms occurred while she knelt over Michael's mouth as he sucked her clit and finger fucked her dripping pussy. I stood at the end of the bed and fed her my very excited cock. After several screaming cums, Claire pulled away from my cock, slipped down Michael's chest and belly, straddled his hips, and sank onto his hard, hot dick. I walked behind the video camera, adjusted the framing, and stood there masturbating as she rode Michael to orgasm after orgasm. She collapsed onto him in a deep, soul-wrenching kiss. The rest of our time together that day was, for Claire, one long climax. We all lost count of just how many times she came. I came twice, both times inside her slick, hot tunnel. Michael finished by carrying Claire to a chair (while she was still riding his blood-engorged rod), removing her stockings, tying her ankles to the legs of an ottoman, fucking her to several more orgasms, then standing over her and masturbating until his thick load spewed onto her belly, throat, and tits. It was so hot to see Claire reach up and tenderly stroke Michael's chest as he recovered from his powerful emission while it coated her flawless breasts. Since that afternoon, I have watched the erotic video and have cum again and again as I recall all the things the three of us did. To this day, it is one of the most intense sexual images I have. Three Is Not A Crowd It had been one of those kinds of days from the moment she woke that morning. Murphy's Law was alive and well; everything that could go wrong had gone wrong. Beginning with her oversleeping because everyone else in the house was still in dream land, running late to work because she had to stop for gas and then getting pulled over by the police for running a red light (she swore the light was yellow), spilling her coffee on her white blouse… the list went on. By lunch time, her nerves were frazzled. And with an afternoon filled with difficult meetings, a boss suffering from PMS, and an assistant who had her head in the clouds planning her wedding, Lynn was ready to scream. As she drove home, she was still annoyed that Marcus and Grace had the day off. It was one of those holidays that only government employees got off; the rest of the working world worked right through it. And she was a working stiff – just a peon on the totem pole of the gainfully employed. She didn't WANT to be petty but she couldn't help it. She was in a lousy mood and didn't see any reason to try to shake it. When she pushed open the front door and tossed her purse on the side table, Grace caught her eye. She was sitting on the couch, working on her checkbook. She gave Lynn a small frown and nodded her head towards the back of the house. If Lynn hadn't been so consumed with her bad mood, she would have taken Grace's hint. But today was not a day for subtlety for Lynn. It would take a very obvious jolt to get her attention. That jolt was just about to happen. Marcus walked in the living room. Dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt, he was just under six feet tall. Although there was nothing wrong with the man's looks, it wasn't his physical appearance that was so compelling. Marcus was one of those men that commanded attention and respect just by his presence. His eyes could look into a person's soul and see the truth that was hidden from the rest of the world. He was a Dominant male and everyone who met him knew it. Submissives who made his acquaintance were mesmerized by him. That he was one of the few Doms in the area that could successfully live with two female subs spoke volumes about the control he exercised over his life and the lives of the women he protected, cared for, controlled. One of those women was Grace. The other was Lynn. Lynn was the newest member of the "family". She had only been part of the group for a month. Grace had been with Marcus over a year. Lynn was about to discover for herself why Marcus was able to handle his role in this strange family as well as he did. "Ah, baby girl," his voice was smooth and controlled as he looked straight at Lynn, "I see you have finally made it home." Lynn, normally outgoing and full of laughter, was still too steeped in her own misery to pay attention to the undertones in Marcus's words. Instead, she foolishly let her ill temper control her. "Yeah, I did. The traffic was a bitch. Work is a bitch. My boss is a bitch." She slammed herself into a chair and was taking off her shoes. "But I have finally made it home." She emphasized the last as if to draw attention to the fact that she had been away while the others had the luxury of sleeping in and having a day off. "Why don't you go get a shower and meet me in the bedroom?" Marcus smooth voice drifted calmly over to her. There was something about what he said, the way he said it, that finally pricked at Lynn. She thought about her ill temper since she had walked in a few minutes earlier. It had been terrible but that by itself would not explain the undertones in Marcus's words. She had come in from work more than once just short of being a raving maniac and Marcus had never chastised her for it. He had let her get over it on her own. Within an hour of coming in from work, Lynn normally had transformed into her usual sweet self. So what was different this time? As Lynn stood up to make her way past Marcus, she stopped to pick up her purse from the side table. She saw a stack of letters there. Something about the top envelope caught her eye and she picked it up. It was cancelled by the post office but the letter was from Marcus to the electric company. The next letter was the same, only addressed to the phone company. The last letter was to the cable company. All the letters had been returned… for lack of postage. Lynn's stomach lurched. It was her job to mail all outgoing correspondence for the family. She checked the side table every morning, picked up any letters, put the postage on them and dropped the letters in the outgoing mail at the office. Usually. Normally. It would appear when she mailed these letters two days ago, she had not bothered to put any stamps on them. The post office had simply returned them to the sender – Marcus. Well, what was the big deal? She would simply take them to work with her tomorrow and mail them properly. No problem. Right? As she laid the letters back on the side table, she felt Marcus move to stand beside her. "Go get a shower, baby girl," his voice felt like velvet against her ear. "And come back here to me." Lynn moved away and walked towards the third bedroom. In there were her clothes. The closet was crammed with her things; the dresser was filled with her things. She slipped off her shoes and jewelry, grabbed a long t-shirt and headed toward the master bedroom. That was where she slept… along with Grace and Marcus. The master bath contained her make-up as well as Grace's and all of Marcus's shaving needs. The master bedroom closet was filled with Marcus's things. The second bedroom held Grace's clothing. The two women each had their own rooms for their personal things. There was a bed in each room also. But most nights, those beds lay empty. The master and his two subs usually slept together in the huge bed in Marcus's room. Lynn dropped her clothing into the hamper and adjusted the shower to suit her. She stepped in and began the ritual of washing her hair and body. There was a nagging in the back of her mind but she refused to acknowledge it. After all, her behavior had not been that different than it had been in the past. But still… there was that warning look Grace had given her that she had ignored earlier… and the undertones in Marcus's casual comments Lynn stepped out of the shower and towel dried her hair and body. She slathered on a scented body lotion and then slipped into the t-shirt. The hem of it hung below her full butt cheeks. She fingered her still-damp hair into place and stepped out of the bathroom. She could see Marcus standing near the huge four poster bed. She frowned. Something was not right. She stepped into the room. Marcus turned to her and said, "You did not call at noon today." Lynn's mind snapped to full attention. Last night, Marcus had told her to call before lunch. If possible, he would meet her and they would go out to eat together. It was a sweet gesture but Lynn had been too annoyed with the fact that she had to work to truly appreciate it. "You have come home from work on more than one occasion in a bad mood, taking it out on me and Grace," Marcus spoke in his soft, melodic voice as he slowly walked up to her. "You have not taken some of your chores seriously. And you have ignored others." Lynn stood before him. Her breath froze in her chest. The last few weeks played in her mind as if she had hit fast forward on the DVD player. She saw the moments of her selfishness, her pettiness. She saw her lack of respect for her master. And, for the first time, she reached back in her memory and saw the look on Marcus's face - and Grace's face – when she had done so. She had been treading on very thin ice and had not even had the good sense to notice it. Marcus walked around her slowly, easily. "I wanted to think you just needed time to settle in, baby girl. But perhaps you needed more structure." It was not quite a question. Lynn wisely chose not to offer an answer. She heard the soft sounds of a radio playing in Grace's bedroom through the closed door. Grace must have taken herself away from the coming storm. Lynn had joined Marcus and Grace when her own world fell apart. She was a submissive person by nature who fought hard to maintain a life with a husband who was verbally abusive, using her with no regard for her feelings, no concern for her need to give. Instead, he took and took until Lynn finally had nothing left to give him. She felt like an empty shell. When she had reached rock-bottom, she had bolted. Meeting Marcus and Grace had been the greatest blessing of her life. She had become friends with them when she had shyly made her way into a munch. Grace has befriended her, introduced her to Marcus and things just fell into place. She moved in with them a month ago as a roommate and shortly after that assumed a submissive position in the family. Her first sexual encounter with Marcus had been unbelievable. She experienced a depth of sexual satisfaction that she had not known even existed. His sexual skills took her breath away. His dominance was a finely crafted art that he used to fulfill himself as well as his subs. He completed her in a way she had never felt, never knew possible. She adored him and considered herself blessed to be included in this family. She realized now that she had submitted her body to him but thought to keep her will under her own control. She understood clearly that she had made a serious error. "Lynn," his voice was still soft, fully controlled, "take off your t-shirt. I did not give you permission to put it on." That was true. He had not told her to put on a t-shirt. Normally, when she and Grace were around the house, that is all they wore… no bra, no panties – just a t-shirt. Marcus would have preferred them naked but he understood that most woman were a bit more at ease during the daytime if they were somewhat covered. The t-shirt was a compromise to that feeling while still allowing them to be fully available to him. But then again, he usually did not tell them to take a shower, either. Both women knew that was their first order of business when they came in from work unless he told them otherwise. Still standing in the middle of the room, Lynn reached down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She shivered. It wasn't really cold but she felt a prickling of … was it fear? No, it was more complicated than that. She knew Marcus was upset with her. She had disappointed him. She had taken advantage of him – and Grace. She had been less than she could be, less than she was. She suddenly felt the weight of her selfishness, her foolishness. Marcus watched her carefully. He saw the dawning of understanding when he looked into her tear-filled eyes. She was relatively new to the lifestyle. She was really inexperienced and no where near trained. And he had to assume some of the fault himself. He had let her go; let her establish bad habits. But she had been aware of her rebellious streak and had deliberately pushed. He would now correct his lack of control and discipline; she would get a very clear understanding of her responsibilities to her family, to him. He held out her training collar. Normally, he would slip it around her neck. This time, he simply waited for her to take it from him. She did; her fingers trembled as she tried to buckle it into place. She dropped it twice and he finally took pity on her, brushed her fingers aside and fastened the collar around her neck. He stepped in front of her again and quietly asked her, "Do you know why you are going to be punished?" Lynn could not look at him. Her heart was beating so loudly, her breath was so painful in her chest. She tried to square her shoulders as she almost whispered, "Yes, Sir." "I can't hear you, baby girl." She cleared her throat and tried again. "Yes, Sir." It came out a bit louder but her words were still shaky. "And why is that?" "I have been disrespectful. I have been childish and pouty. I have not taken my tasks seriously." As she spoke, her words became firmer. Lynn was growing up right before his eyes, Marcus thought. He reached over to her, placed a finger under her chin and raised her face until her eyes met his. "That's right, baby girl." His voice was flat, controlled. For a moment, real fear struck at Lynn. What if he didn't want her anymore? What if he didn't think she was worth the trouble? What if he didn't want her anymore? What if… what if? Her mind could not bear the thoughts that wanted to swirl desperately in her head. But he was still calling her "baby girl". If he were done with her, he would not still call her by his pet name… would he? Marcus could read her thoughts, see her fears. And while she definitely needed – deserved punishment – he did not want her to be emotionally insecure about where she stood with him. Still looking straight into her eyes, he said, "You are mine. My property. My sub." He paused to let those words of ownership, of caring, sink in. Then he continued, "You will behave properly. You will learn. And your first disciplinary lesson begins now." He pushed her towards the bed. He had placed two pillows, one on top of the other near the side of the huge bed. "Lean over the pillows, arms straight out in front of you. Spread your legs." His tone was calm. Lynn quickly got into position. Only then did she notice the doubled up leather belt in Marcus's hands. She briefly closed her eyes. This was going to hurt. "Spread your knees apart, baby girl." Marcus ordered. "Farther." Lynn could imagine what she looked like. Her too-full ass poked out, her pussy fully exposed. Then she realized that the curtains over the windows were still wide open. Anyone driving by who glanced that way would see her. She was immediately humiliated to her bones. She felt a blush rise up her exposed and vulnerable body. But she kept her position. Marcus saw the blush and knew the cause. She thought she was undesirable and too fat to love. Her abusive past had stripped her of her self-confidence. That was something he knew he needed to help her overcome. But he also knew the drapes were open and she was not an exhibitionist. He knew that no one could see into the house this time of day unless there were lights on in the bedroom. He chose not to provide those words of comfort to his disobedient sub. He knew she was embarrassed and reluctant. But he was proud that she was obeying him fully. Lynn waited. Every muscle in her body was tight. She caught herself holding her breath. And still she waited. Out of the corner of her eye she could barely see Marcus. She did not move her head to get a better look. The waiting was torture in itself. Lynn replayed every rude homecoming since she had arrived. She recognized every insolent comment she had made. She was mortified at her behavior. "Sir," she said, her voice wavering. "Yes, baby girl?" "I deserve this punishment. And I am sorry that I have disappointed you. I am ashamed of the way I have behaved. I don't know how you and Grace will ever forgive me." Lynn forced the words out; she desperately wanted him to know how she felt. Behind her, Marcus smiled. Oh, yes, his baby girl was definitely worth keeping. Other than her bad moods when she came in from work and her lack of dedication to her tasks, she was a pleasing addition to his family. Grace adored her and he knew Lynn adored Grace. In the future, there would be more discipline that would have to be meted out; of that he was certain. But she pleased him and he was proud of her. "I accept your apology, baby girl. Right now, we have some business to take care of. We will talk later." He kept his tone neutral. Lynn heard the whistle of the belt as it flew through the air only a heartbeat before she felt its fire lick her ass. It landed solidly across both cheeks, branding her for her misbehavior. A guttural grunt escaped her lips. That strike had hurt. Before she could breathe in, another blow landed across her fleshy cheeks. And then another. Marcus methodically swung his belt, over and over again, landing solid blows to her ass. The sting began to build until Lynn squirmed. "Do not move," Marcus said softly. "I have not given you permission to move, have I, baby girl?" Lynn gulped in a breath of air. "No-o, Sir," she managed to say. "I am sorry, Sir." She pulled herself back to her original position and steeled her nerves to receive the rest of her strapping. Again, Marcus smiled. There was no reason for him to hide his pleasure at her genuine apology; she could not see his face. Every submissive statement she made was creating a stronger tie that bound her to him, a deeper bond. Marcus had been careful to land each blow directly to her full and fleshy cheeks. Now he let the belt drift lower to the tops of her thighs, punishing the sweet spot where thigh met ass. He knew Lynn was fighting for control over the pain and the sting. He had not increased the severity of the beating, only its location to more sensitive skin. He let the belt fall over and over again, reddening her upper thighs and ass. Lynn squirmed again. It was only a fraction of a motion but Marcus saw it. He knew the sting was building, the pain was reaching beyond the skin to her very bones. He could see the effect of the beating on her very-red cheeks. This was her first strapping and Marcus had to admit that she was taking it well. He was proud of her. He dropped the belt to his side. Lynn relaxed slightly. Her shoulders, so tense, now dropped down to a more natural position. Her only thought was that it was over. "There will be 10 more, baby girl," Marcus said in an even tone. "Are you ready?" Lynn's heart bleached white with fear. Grace had told her that if Marcus ever announced a specific number of blows, she could expect them to be severe. Lynn did not know if she could take any more. But she also knew she did not have a choice. She gulped in a mouthful of air and managed to squeak out a very timid, "Yes, Sir." "These will be very harsh. You may cry out if you need to." Lynn heard the words. Shock went through her body. But she was determined to take her deserved punishment without complaining. And she did… for the next 4 blows. Then the fire in her ass exploded and a gut-wrenching scream erupted from her. Marcus neither paused nor eased up but continued with the next 6 stokes as Lynn wailed through her pain and sorrow. She cried for a few minutes after the last blow had landed. She wasn't even aware that Marcus had stopped until she felt his hand on the red-hot flesh of her ass. He was rubbing her punished flesh none too gently, bringing up bursts of pain as he somehow conveyed his compassion. Slowly Lyn pulled herself together, her sobs eventually quieting. Eventually, she realized that Marcus was sitting beside her on the bed. Now his palm was rubbing over her abused backside, occasionally dipping between her legs. She was suddenly aware that she was wet, very wet. He looked at her, into her eyes and read the embarrassment she felt over her behavior and the confusion she felt over her rising arousal. He saw the pain she was experiencing. But he saw no rebellion. Instead, he saw a softening, a mellowing and a definite hunger. "Go talk to Grace," Marcus said as he looked straight into her eyes. "Then come back here and stand in the corner until I call you." He gently pushed her from him. "Yes, sir," Lynn whispered. She turned and walked up to Grace's closed door that had given her some privacy during her punishment. Tapping lightly, she opened the door when she heard Grace softly saying, "Come in." Lynn stood there, framed in the doorway, naked, still teary-eyed. She snuffled a bit and then looked Grace in the eye. "I am sorry for my rudeness, Grace. It won't happen again. You know I never meant to be hateful to you, Don't you?" Lynn's eyes were filled with pleading that Grace would understand and forgive her. Three Is Not A Crowd Grace moved off the bed and put her hands on Lynn's naked shoulders. "I forgive you, sister. We will talk no more about it." That was the first time Grace had called her sister. She pulled Lynn close to her and embraced her with love and compassion. Grace knew very well what Lynn's ass felt like; she had been there before and knew that one day she would be there again. Marcus was a fair disciplinarian but very strict. Walking out of the bedroom together, Grace still had her arm around Lynn's shoulders. Lynn was shorter than Grace and chubbier. The comfort she offered Lynn was appreciated and helped strengthen the bond between the two women. When they reached the archway leading into the living room, Lynn slipped out from under Grace's arm and headed back to the master bedroom. She stood quietly in a corner as Grace made her way to the kitchen. Marcus was now seated on the couch and had seen the exchange between the two women in his life. He was pleased by what he saw. He entered the kitchen behind Grace as she started to prepare supper. She looked up and caught Marcus's eye. "Sir, it is not my place, I know, but …" as Marcus raised an eyebrow at her, Grace quieted. It was not her place to discuss how he handled any situation regarding his subs. Marcus walked up to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "You are right; it is not your place." He gave her a long, meaningful look before he continued, "But I will tell you I am pleased with how Lynn has accepted her punishment. And I am even more pleased that the two of you get along so well." He paused a moment. "I have never had you stand in a corner," he smiled, "and I most likely never will. But I think Lynn needs this time right now." Grace smiled and went back to preparing supper. Lynn could hear muffled sounds coming from the kitchen but could not make out any words. Truthfully, she wasn't trying to eavesdrop. Her thoughts were revolving around her acceptance of Marcus's domination over her, her eagerness to belong to him, her willingness to give him control over her. There was a freedom in her submission she had not expected – a sense of her load lightening. Even though her ass was still burning, she smiled. She sensed Marcus's return to the bedroom before she heard him. He called to her, "Come here, baby girl." She turned to find him sitting comfortably on the bed. She walked over to him and stopped between his parted thighs. Then she sank to her knees; his legs didn't touch her but Lynn felt as if she were encased behind a protective wall where the world could not harm her. Marcus reached for her face and lifted her chin with a finger. "You have apologized to me and Grace. You have been punished. It is over." He looked in her eyes. "Can you accept that?" "Yes, Sir," she breathed. She saw his smile and returned one of her own. "Get your shirt on and help Grace in the kitchen. We have a celebration of sorts tonight and I want to get to it." Lynn looked in his eyes but could not imagine what his words meant. However, she wasn't going to ask. Instead, she rose to her feet and grabbed her shirt where she had tossed it, slipped it over her head and walked into the kitchen. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Supper was over, the kitchen tidied up and Lynn and Grace joined Marcus in the living room. Grace sat on the couch near her master but Lynn felt more comfortable sitting at his feet. Marcus noted the positions of both women and smiled to himself. He was looking forward to the activities he had planned for the evening. He knew his subs would enjoy it, the only question was – who would enjoy it more? Please let me know if you are interested in finding out more about this "family". Your comments and votes are appreciated - even if they are not all 5's! Three Is NOT a Crowd A few years ago I was dating this guy, Chris. It wasn't much of a relationship. We really didn't have much in common, except in the bedroom. The sex was incredible!!! We spent a lot of time with his best friend, Patrick, who I was really attracted to. We flirted a lot, but nothing ever happened. Until one Friday night the three of us went out and had a few drinks. As usual we went back to Patrick's house and drank a little more. Chris motioned for me to follow him, and so I did. We wound up in the bedroom, where things immediately got hot and heavy. He practically ripped my clothes off, and then threw me across the bed. Chris is a "biter" so I guess I made a little too much noise. He was fucking me fast and furious( I told you the sex was really good) I caught the bedroom door opening and realized Patrick was looking in. The thought of someone watching us was kind of exciting, so I pretended not to see him. Chris turned his attention to my pussy, sliding down my body until his face was buried deep inside my wet hole. He bit my clit, which sent me into a frenzy of intense orgasms, not stopping the torture of my swollen throbbing clit no matter how much I begged. Patrick caught me looking in his direction and started walking towards the bed. Not that I'm an exhibitionist, but... I wanted him to know exactly how great this felt. Patrick made me hot, and he knew it! I grunted and moaned in the pleasures of my pussy being devoured as I stared straight into Patrick's hungry eyes. I knew what was about to happen. I wanted this soooo badly, but it wasn't up to just me. Patrick stopped at the foot of the bed, picking up my stockings and tied them around my wrists. He bound me to the headboard and Chris didn't say a word. Clearly he was going to let this happen. Now I got scared! I've never done anything like this before. They got on opposite sides of me and both grabbed a mouthful of tit! Now this was exciting, but I was still really scared to death! I know I could have stopped it if I really wanted to. I wasn't going to let it go too far. I could blame it on the alcohol, even though I was now dead sober. Well Chris goes down on me again. He starts finger fucking me and biting on my clit. He sticks a finger up my ass as sends me out of control. This was too good to stop, and besides, my hands were still tied. Pat muffled my screams with his lips. Kissing me gently at first, his tongue probed deeper into my mouth taking my breath completely away. He trailed his tongue down my neck and straight to my erect hard nipples. At that point I completely lost it! I came like I never had before. It was the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced, and I hadn't even gotten fucked yet!!! They flipped me over and Chris pulled me up onto my knees. He slammed his cock into my cum-drenched pussy. Patrick climbed in front of me, grabbed a fistful of hair and shoved ten inches of big, fat, hard cock down my throat. Chris started fucking me harder, causing me to take Patrick's dick deeper into my throat. Now he was fucking me faster and harder and Pat was pinching my nipples. It was like a contest. Each one was trying to outdo the other, and I was reaping all the benefits! What was I thinking, try and stop this? Hell, I loved every minute of it! Now Chris was like a madman fucking me harder and faster then he ever had before. I started to gag on this huge cock filling my throat. Patrick started twisting my nipples even harder, and Chris started smacking my ass with every deep thrust. The pain and pleasure overtook me, and the intense excitement heightened to new levels I never knew existed! Screaming, moaning, panting, I don't even know what I was doing. All I did know was the room was spinning and a million volts of electricity were ripping through my body, and I was cumming a friggin' river!!! At this point I was amazed that I was still conscious. Patrick shot he load of steaming hot sticky cum all over my face. With that Chris pulled out and shot his load all over my welted ass. It stung, but it felt really good. Patrick untied my hands and rubbed my wrists, letting the circulation come back. I couldn't tell you anything after that. I woke up the next morning between two eager and horny guys, ready for more. Although I was in some pain, I had a smile you couldn't chisel from my face. It was definitely the most erotic pleasure of my life! Three is Not a Crowd "Go on, take it you filthy slut! You're so dirty, show me what a naughty girl you are, oh yeahhh..." As Rob was deep inside me, holding my soft arms down with the strong force of his masculine arms, panting and sweating on top of me, I loved hearing the dirty talk. It spurred me on. He knew it, too, and it certainly turned him on also. It was always during this sordid talk that we would offer our fantasies to one another, and depending on the reactions we got, we'd sometimes carry them through... For years, I'd often thought I was somewhat slightly perverse, always deviating from the norm when it came to sexual fantasies. I'd always known how to pleasure myself, and the boys at school, and had always been pretty confident in knowing what turned me on. But growing up, I realised that I was a rarity. When my girl friends used to talk about boys and sex, they never talked about the things I was into, it was all so, well, safe. I would keep my dark desires to myself to save their shock. I grew up very quickly, physically. I was a tall teenager with long dark hair and a feminine figure. I had hips and curves and, much to the delight of the boys at school, enormous and full tits. It was during these later school years that I realised how sexual I was to other men. I liked to experiment with the boys at school, teasing them and making them come whenever I wanted, I loved the taste! Even the time when I got caught off my teacher, I knew how to 'get out of being in trouble' with him. Men were easy, whatever I wanted sexually, I could have. As I grew older, I'd experienced lots of sexual activity with lots of men, but is was so dull. It was just sex. Nothing like I'd imagined it would be in my mind. It didn't make me orgasm the way I used to be able to do it to myself whilst making fantasies up from my own imagination. Until I met Rob. We knew we were kindred spirits from the moment we met. Although it's a very loving, passionate and intense relationship, we were close enough to share our desires, our secret fantasies, our dirty side. Sometimes, we'd act them out. Sometimes they were mild, like wanting to dress up and act out a role play, some were a little more extreme (believe me!) but sometimes we'd discuss things that were for fantasy only. For all that these extreme desires turned us on whilst fucking, they were just words, never to be acted upon. I remember years back, just as I was bringing myself to orgasm as a teenager, I started to wonder what it would feel like to be pissed on. The thought of being drenched in that way gave me the best thrill of my life, I was soaking! Growing up, of course, it was never mentioned, but one night, Rob did. This night, he suggested it as he was fucking me hard, me dressed as a schoolgirl whilst he masterfully took on the role of my teacher. As he slapped away at my arse poking out from underneath my school skirt, he asked me. He said he would do it to punish me for sucking the boys off at school. I was so turned on by the idea. As the weeks passed, the wine got the better of us one night, and he took me upstairs, put me in the shower, stripped me, told me that I knew my punishment was coming and drenched me; my face, my hair, my big tits, my clit and my slutty mouth, it was bliss! It tasted so warm and sweet and as I returned the favour, I knew that we could do anything. One night, as he bent me backwards over the dining table, his face buried deep in between my legs, his hot mouth sucking furiously on my clit, he asked me how I'd like to have someone else's cock in my mouth whilst he pleasured me. Another mans hard cock in my dirty mouth while being fucked and licked hard?? Really...? Andy was a close friend of Robs, and had become a good friend to us both. He was like us in a lot of ways; we shared the same wicked sense of humour, a love of the same music, he would talk openly about sex with us too, the dirtier the better. I know that Rob would often talk to him about the things we'd done and it turned me on knowing that he would be going home to make himself come, thinking about our dirty sessions. I would tease him when he came round, too. I would come downstairs after getting out of the shower in a really short towel, just about covering the top of my legs and still be dripping wet. I'd pretend I didn't know he was downstairs with Rob and come down wearing my stockings and suspenders and basque and feign embarrassment. I would wear my tight white vest top, braless, and 'accidentally' spill my wine down my front. He knew what I was doing, it was all a bit of fun. But I did get aroused and wet between my legs when I could see him admiring my body. I could see in his face that he'd give anything to touch it, to feel my soft breast, to see me completely bare, to taste my hot skin. His impressively large cock straining through his tight work trousers often told me as much. Andy was married to June. She was nice, pleasant, safe, prudish and old in her ways. She never made the effort with her looks anymore and sex had dried up between them a long time ago. I felt sorry for him, but he loved her. He was fit and sexual and still had needs, that's why I liked to give him something to think about for when he would go home and wank furiously. He'd had an affair in the past but he'd put that behind him, vowing never to stray again, and he hadn't. But I wanted to help him, I wanted to be a good friend to him. So that night, still bent over the dining table, with Rob thrusting deep inside me, my mind began to wander. I'd love to taste another man, knowing Rob would be struggling to contain himself at the sight of his girl being so naughty, so slutty. Running my wet tongue over the tip of some other blokes cock, looking Rob in the eye while I was doing it, rubbing another cock hard and fast until...until he shot his full load over my face and in my mouth? Someone else's cock? Andy's cock? "Yes, oh yes, oh oh, fuck me harder, keep going Rob, fuck your dirty girl! I'm your slut, let's do it! I want you to watch, oh yes, yes, I want you to watch me suck another dick in front of you. Let me show you, oh yes, just there, that's it, there, how naughty I am. I want Andy in my mouth...that's it, there, there! Yes!" As a giant wave of pleasure washed over me, my cunt swollen and tingling and wet with delight, I knew that's what I wanted. It had given me a massive thrill at the mere thought of it, and as Rob shot his load deep inside me, I knew he wanted it too. Wrapped in one another's arms, still glowing, hot and sticky and panting from such an intense rush, we talked. Did we really want to act this out? Would he really want to see his beautiful girl do it? Would he feel ok watching his sexy young girlfriend getting so much pleasure from his friends penis? We knew, at some point, that it was going to happen. It was never talked about again. But knowing it was a possibility, not just a fantasy, had us both going for weeks. Even when Andy came to see us the following night, to plan the bank holiday weekend with us, it wasn't mentioned. We had the most frantic and explosive sex there and then in the living room, the moment Andy shut the door behind him Bank holiday was looking to be a warm one. We were all going to meet up in the beer garden of our local pub and get drunk in the sun, relishing in the fact we didn't have to get up for work the next day. The usual crowd of us would be there and I was looking forward to seeing everyone, to have a good drink and to have a good laugh. It was so hot, I had my little flowery skirt on and tight top, my shoes had been kicked off ages ago, loving the feel of the grass on my feet. I knew I was turning heads today, I'd already felt the admiring eyes of the men at the table. I'd also noticed the icy glare +that June had thrown Andy when she caught him looking down my low cut top after I'd brought the drinks back to the table, leaning right over to give Andy his pint, and an eyeful. I also caught her tutting at me in disgust as me and Rob whispered sexily, teasing each other before reaching for his giant bulge under the table, just to tease him a little until we got back home. Naturally, for us lot, the conversation turned to sex. We talked about celebrities we fancied, experiences we'd had when we were younger, things we dreamt of doing. All very mild, of course, but everyone was tipsy now, especially me. I brought Robs ear to my mouth and nibbled on his ear lobe. I whispered to him that he should look over the table at Andy. I told him to watch his face. At this moment, I ran my bare feet up his legs and rubbed my toes around his crotch. There it was, his penis growing hard under my foot. I rubbed my toes around the tip of his bulging cock as he wriggled with pleasure on the seat, right next to his wife. Rob grabbed my thigh, pulled my hair to the side and breathed into my neck "tonight's the night" and winking at Andy, I let my foot drop and let him compose himself. The conversation was all too much for poor prim, straight-laced June. She stood up, suggesting they were to be leaving, but I knew all too well Andy wouldn't be going with her, he was enjoying himself way too much, and he didn't even turn to watch her leave, he was looking right at me and Rob, our fantasy etched on every inch of our faces. The sun started to go down and everyone had drunk way too much. Everyone apart from Rob and Andy, that is. They were talking, football, music, work, me. Later, I saw them talking in the corner of the beer garden, I suspected Rob may have been suggesting something but I saw Andy shaking his head. He couldn't stop looking over, especially seen as I was letting my legs part slightly, showing him the top of my thigh and sucking seductively on my straw. As they came back to the table, I could just make out Andy saying "...I just can't mate, I'm not going to do that to June...". What was going on? I'd always had my own way with men and we had set our hearts on it. I wanted to show Rob and Andy just how naughty I could be and tonight would be the night. As we stood up to leave, we knew Andy would be coming back to ours, he always did, tonight wouldn't be any different, surely? As we left the pub, he turned to say goodbye to us, before saying "fuck it. Just one last beer back at yours then, eh?" and we all grinned and began to walk home. Unhooking my bra under my vest top and kicking off my shoes, I made myself comfy on the couch next to Andy as Rob made the drinks. I could hardly look Rob in the eye, the sexual tension was killing us! He looked so in control and his excitement was visible, he'd had a hard on all night, thinking about what we planned to do, most likely. My knickers had been so wet all night with all the exciting images running through my mind and every time Rob touched me, it was like a lightning bolt had run right through me making me more wet and excited. Rob went upstairs to the toilet leaving the two of us alone on the couch. As Andy talked to me about the latest album he'd listened to, he suddenly stopped as I took his hand, ran it gently and softly up my thigh and let his fingers brush very softly onto my knickers, he couldn't feel anything, it was too brief, but he would almost certainly have felt my wetness. I removed his hand from between my legs and let him touch my erect nipples. They looked great through my vest top without a bra on. I looked down between his legs and saw him growing. I ran my fingers down his stomach and stopped before I reached the ever growing bulge that was so visible now. Rob came back down and joined us on the couch. Andy was starting to shift uncomfortably in his seat. He stood up, muttering something about going to use the toilet and adjusted his trousers as he left the room. Pulling at my hair and thrusting his tongue into my mouth, Rob and I began kissing passionately. I reached for his trousers and struggled with the zip until his erection came free. He bit and sucked at my neck, making his way down to my hard nipples and ran his long fingers over the outside of my knickers, moving them slightly to one side to feel how wet I was. He started to groan as I forced him to sit comfortably, dropped to my knees and reached for his hot throbbing dick. It was pulsing in my mouth, wet and hot, I thought he was going to climax there and then. As I continued to move my head up and down, taking every inch of his length to the back of my mouth, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. With his cock still in my mouth, I looked up at Rob for reassurance as he mouthed "carry on darling, let him see what a good cocksucker you are". Although I couldn't see him, I was aware that Andy was stood behind me, my short skirt showing off my arse as I continued to suck on Robs' erection. When I stopped, I gestured for Andy to sit next to Rob on the couch so he could see better. He watched as I continued to lick the very top of Robs hard on, his hand reaching for my hair, my hand reaching for his cock. I unzipped his pants and felt it spring free and gripped it and began to rub him up and down. I was getting wetter as I could hear them both moan with pleasure. I wanted to taste Andy's cock. Rob gently eased my head from out of his lap and stood up until he was behind me. I moved, still on my knees, until I had my hips between Andy's legs. He started to stroke himself gently as he watched Rob peel away my skirt and my knickers and I stretched up to take my top off, freeing my ample tits. As I still faced Andy, I let him touch my firm breasts and erect nipples as Rob slipped into my cunt from behind. It felt so electric having another man watching me getting fucked. I buckled over so that Rob could get deeper inside me and so that my head was in Andy's lap. I reached hungrily for his shaft and ran my tongue around the tip of his penis. I looked him in the eyes as I bobbed my head up and down in rhythm with Robs thrusts. I could feel him pulsing deep inside me, I knew he wouldn't last too long if we carried on like this. I stopped and moved myself to lie on my back on the floor. Andy stayed where he was, admiring my body. Rob moved over towards me and gently caressed my thighs, kissing them all the way down until his tongue stopped on my clit. He licked at my wet cunt, lapping it all up, before alternating between thrusting his tongue and his fingers deep inside of me, making me squirm on the floor in total ecstasy. I reached up for Andy's hand and beckoned him over to join us on the carpet. He ran his warm hands all over me, gently squeezing my breasts as I gently squeezed his cock in return. I opened my mouth to allow the tip of his cock to rest on my tongue as I rubbed him back and forth over my hot wet lips, breathing heavily onto it with every move Rob was making inside me. Rob got to his knees, pushed my legs apart and entered me again. He couldn't believe what he was seeing; his slutty girlfriend enjoying the taste of his best friends cock. As he thrust in and out of me rapidly, Andy reached down and started to rub on my clit as I sucked harder and harder on his penis, as he fucked my mouth. I knew that we were going to come and I couldn't wait to taste Andy's load. But I wanted to taste him and my boyfriend at the same time. I asked Rob if he'd let me taste his cock at the same time. With Andy on one side and Rob on the other, I guided them both into my mouth. I could taste all three of us, enjoying tasting my own juices on Rob. As Robs fingers entered me and Andy still rubbing furiously at my clit, and with both cocks in my mouth, I thrust up as I gave way to my own orgasm. It lasted and lasted and, turned on at the sight of my naked and sticky body having just reached orgasm, I began to feel Andy's cock pulse harder in my mouth until he let out a breathy, heavy groan. He was coming and I wanted to taste it, he held his cock, still for a brief moment, before releasing himself onto my face, into my mouth and onto my chest. His sticky come was all over my face and I let most of it dribble into my mouth. This will be driving Rob insane, I thought cheekily to myself. He was still rubbing himself over me and I turned to show him my come covered face and lifted my tongue to show him Andys sperm in my mouth, rubbing the rest into my sticky tits. I was right, he couldn't contain himself any longer and shot his load out, spurts of hot come covered my face and into my mouth. I tasted them together in my mouth before swallowing the cocktail and licking my lips. My mind turned to poor Andy, he must have been feeling some turmoil between lust and guilt, we couldn't send him home like this. His cock was still twitching, not hard still, but just firm. I took it between my lips and licked him clean, licked every last drop from the end of his hot penis, up and down the length and from the top of his thigh where he'd let some dribble. He was clean now and pulled up his pants. Rob nuzzled at my neck, whispering "thank you, you beautiful slut" to me , before pulling his own pants back on. Realising Andy had seen me completely naked and completely dirty for the first time, I didn't have anything to hide and merely slipped my knickers back on, letting him see me, letting him take in one last image to inevitably masturbate to later. We smiled to each other and raised a beer, confident that our friendship would not be affected in the slightest. Who knows, maybe this was going to be the only time? Maybe it was only going to be the first time...? Three Is Not a Crowd "He's wonderful," I overheard Susan confessed to someone on the phone as I walked into her apartment. "I know we have talked about this in the past. Meeting someone online does work and I really think you should try the web site I used." I stood in the doorway of the living room and gazed with delight at my new girlfriend and lover. I have to agree, my foray into online dating paid off when I met Susan. She was sitting on the edge of the couch wearing two towels; one wrapped around her wet hair and the other hiding the parts I like to see. I sat next to her and pulled her into my lap. With a little help, the towel covering her fell off. To my delight, Susan made no effort to put it back on. Instead, she snuggled in a position that allowed me direct access to her lovely breasts; a perfect handful and nipples begging to be touched and kissed. "Gail, I know your ex is a scumbag and so is mine but, since I met Larry, my life has changed for the better. Don't you think it's time you moved on, too?" I leaned over and took a breast in my mouth. I licked, kissed and played with Susan's nipple. It was getting erect and hard just like my cock. She closed her eyes and I could tell she was having difficulty trying to talk with Gail while wanting to enjoy my touch. "Listen Gail, I've got to go. Larry is here and doing wonderful, naughty things to my body. I'll call you back later." Susan put down the cell phone and gave me the kind of kiss that added fuel to our fire. "Oh sweetie, you really know how to get me turned on." "Were you in the shower when Gail called?" "Yes, I was. I wanted to get freshened up before you returned so I could greet you in the living room lying naked on the couch, surrounded by my favorite sandalwood candles. My pussy was eager for your mouth and I wanted to be ready." "Oh baby, that gets my motor running and revved up." "And hard I hope." "Very. Since you didn't get to finish your shower, why not try again and this time I'll wash your back." "Now, that's an offer a girl can't refuse." We adjourned to the bathroom where Susan had me stripped in a flash. It was pretty obvious how turned on I was particularly because this was our first time in the shower. I was anxious to touch her all over, however, my "always the engineer" lover was on task to get us both in the water. The warm water felt great and, true to my word, I started washing her back with lavender soap which permeated the air. I have to confess, I took my time as my hands moved down to her exquisite tush. She shifted her legs and provided me complete access to her bottom. She moaned when I inserted a wet finger into her rosebud. Note to self, I'll have to explore that area further. I turned her around and I washed her gently yet completely from shoulders to toes. I will admit to taking extra care with her breasts and pussy which had recently been waxed. I just love the look and feel of it even more. What a lovely body. The added fun was taking the shower nozzle and giving her a thorough rinse. When I directed the water spray on her clit, her head went back, eyes closed, and her hand instinctively started rubbing it. I was amazed how fast she achieved a climax. She steadied herself using the wall and me as her body vibrated from the orgasm. On my knees, I gave her clit a kiss, stood up and Susan took the shower nozzle from my hand. "Turnabout is fair play," she said, and proceeded to duplicate my actions. I must say, having her finger up my ass was very erotic and she took her time playing. When she washed my front, she really concentrated on my package. I think she would have taken more time but we started running out of hot water. After a quick rinse, we grabbed the towels. Being a perfect gentleman, I dried her first. I didn't miss a spot. I was practically dry by the time she took a towel to me but that did not deter her. No part of me was omitted. After drying me, Susan dropped to her knees and took my cock deep into her mouth. She slowly pulled her head back while dragging her tongue along the bottom of my dick. I closed my eyes and whispered, "Oh baby that feels so incredible." "I've been thinking about doing that all day," She said, looking up at me with a smile. "Hard to concentrate on work when I'm thinking of you and my new friend here." "I know what you mean. I love thinking about you and the way we have enjoyed each other. I picked Susan up and she wrapped her legs around my middle. "Wasn't I supposed to eat your pussy when I walked in?" "That's what I planned." "Anything else?" "Well, I'd like to try it by sitting on your face first, and then move down so I can be on top when we fuck." "What did I do to deserve you?" I carried Susan into the bedroom and got into position so she could straddle my face. She held onto the headboard and slowly lowered her pussy. I inserted my tongue deep into her wet and eager cunt. My nose was touching her clit and she took advantage of the dual sensation by slowly rocking forth and back. A few moments later the tempo increased and I could hear her breathing getting deeper and more urgent. One thing I love about Susan is that she is very responsive. She suddenly stopped and moaned as her climax rolled through her body. Her sweet tasting cum was all over my mouth and I continued to fuck her cunt with my tongue as her climax reached ecstasy. Susan slowly pulled off, leaned down, kissed me, and licked her cum off my face. She gave me a smile, then took my semi-hard cock in her mouth and quickly revived it to full hardness. Her wet cunt easily slid down my love pole. I reached down and gently touched her swollen clit. With eyes fixed on mine, she started her ride. Her bouncing started slowly, and then increased in tempo. I loved watching her breasts move up and down as she rode my pole. I matched my rubbing on her clit with her speed. Soon she was slamming down hard and I was moving my pelvis up to drive my dick even harder and deeper. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard. She gave a long moan that came from deep inside as her orgasm overtook her body. Susan collapsed in my arms and I tenderly kissed her. When she recovered, she whispered softly, "There's one more thing I've been thinking about all day." With that she moved down between my legs and started licking my cock. Soon she had it all in her mouth with her tongue dancing and teasing my dick. Her technique was wonderful and soon it was my turn to pant as I was nearing the edge. I filled her mouth with my seed and she held me there until my cock was limp. While we were fixing dinner, I asked Susan to fill me in about Gail. I knew she was her best friend since college but I really didn't know much more. Apparently, since they were the only two women in most of their engineering classes, they had been drawn together. Strength in numbers, you know. After graduation, many miles separated them but that didn't keep them from being attendants at each other's weddings and, later, planning occasional girl's weekends to catch up. Those grown up pajama parties turned out to be the time and place when Susan learned how lousy Gail's marriage had become. As years went by, the situation only became worse. Susan's marriage was also coming undone and the two friends consoled each other through the brutal months of divorce. Recently, however, with divorce in the rear view mirror for both women, Susan had begun to reestablish her life as a single woman. That's where I came in, so to speak. Online dating had proven very successful for us. The chemistry was undeniable from the beginning and we enjoyed all the other aspects of being together. Gail was at the other end of the spectrum. Her husband had left her for his secretary, "Miss Tits", which Gail had christened her. Losing her husband was bad enough, but, when it turned out the other woman had boobs that would make Victoria's Secret proud, it hammered Gail's already fragile body image. While she was slender and tall, she had waited her entire life to look like "Angelina Jolie." After her divorce, Gail moved back here to be close to her family, and took a job as a project manager with a local construction company. That allowed the girls to get together on a regular basis. During that time, they talked more than shopped, ate or anything else. Susan was eager to share her online dating experiences but Gail remained reluctant. When I came into the picture, Susan was enthusiastic about our relationship and she wanted Gail to have the same success. "How much did you talk about me?" "I told her everything." "Everything?" "In great detail," as she reached over and cupped my balls. I leaned down and gave her a kiss of approval. "Why doesn't she try the online dating?" "She doesn't know where to start and she is still beaten up over the divorce. She feels bad about herself and her life. That doesn't bode well for marketing yourself. She really could use help in creating a positive profile." "When you call her back, tell her we would love to help." Later that evening, Susan called Gail and apologized for cutting their earlier conversation short. "Larry had a beautiful hard-on and that's a terrible thing to waste. Anyway, we talked about online dating and we both would be happy to come over Friday evening and help you with the site and write a profile. Who knows, maybe you'll find your ex did you a favor. I feel like that's what happened for me." Friday arrived and Susan was focused on solving Gail's dilemma. "We engineers solve problems," she proudly announced with a wink and coy smile. "Gail needs to be reminded she's a woman. Any ideas on how to make that happen, you sexy thing?" Explicit thoughts went through my mind; however I thought it best not to answer. Suppressing a smile, I tried to feign innocence. "I'll just follow your lead, sweetheart." I picked up her coat, holding it in front of me to hide my "growing enthusiasm" and we left the apartment. Gail's home was modest, yet comfortable and inviting as we entered with soft music playing in the background. We exchanged introductions and sat down for some small talk over the first bottle of wine. I liked her immediately and sensed she felt at ease with me. One merlot down and more flowing while we were laughing at some of the escapades the girls had done in college and over the years. When they were in the kitchen fixing a snack, I overheard a less inhibited Gail tell Susan I was just the kind of man she could get wet for. Susan replied that she frequently experienced that on a reoccurring basis. Wow, these girls really do talk about everything, however, never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined what was about to unfold later that evening. We didn't move to the computer until the start of the third bottle. By then, everyone was feeling the effects. There was a lot more laughing and flirtatious, friendly touching as we sat down on the couch with a girl on either side of me. Gail insisted I type while she and Susan dictated. Personal information was easy to complete and then we started composing Gail's profile. We were being silly until an exasperated Susan asked the obvious first question, "What do you want in a man??" "You know exactly what I want, Susan," she said emphatically while staring at my lap. "One of these?" Susan laughed as she took Gail's hand and placed it squarely on my crotch. To my surprise, Gail didn't remove her hand. "Don't offer unless you plan to follow through." Susan took Gail's hand and slid it up and down my now growing cock. "We've shared other things in the past." And as she held Gail's hand in place, she leaned over and initiated what was clearly not their first kiss. I sat there in shock as two women, my girlfriend and a woman I scarcely knew, were engaged in a lip lock!! When they separated, Susan looked at me and said, "I think an explanation is in order. One evening when we were in college, we came back to Gail's dorm after a party at my sorority. More than tipsy and feeling no pain after doing tequila shots, we collapsed on her bed and popped in an X rated video that had been floating around among the girls on the floor. The combination of booze and watching naked bodies up close and personal made us horny as hell. I remember saying how much I'd love to feel a man like that. I think we both were panting as we watched his dick slide in and out until he shot his load all over the woman's breasts." I could tell Gail was becoming aroused throughout Susan's narration. She intently stared at Susan, stopped her hand action and gave my dick a firm squeeze. Her rapid breathing, the flush of her skin, and her erect nipples pushing against her blouse told me this was a woman who was lost in reliving that evening. Susan continued, "I don't know who initiated it but suddenly we both kissed and our hands were all over each other. Clothes disappeared and we were exploring with fingers and mouths. (Gail pulled back from me and put her fingers in her mouth.) It just happened. We touched each other without needing to tell or ask. I'd never touched another woman's breast, especially not when she was excited. (Gail opened her blouse, unhooked her bra and started gently messaging her breasts.) She felt me up and kissed my nipples knowing full well what I needed her to do. Moving on to our cunts happened without hesitation, (Gail moved her other hand down; found her way under her jeans and to the ache between her legs) so wet, so wonderful, so wanting to cum. It happened for both of us and it was awesome." I sat in amazement at what I was hearing and seeing. I don't know which was more erotic, hearing Susan's narration or watching Gail. Either way, my dick was screaming for release from my clothes and begging for the attention of these desirable women. Gail's actions had not gone unnoticed by Susan. She reached to move Gail's hand to her own breast. With one hand I unfastened my pants, and with the other, I found Susan's thigh beneath her skirt. As I moved further up to her panties, much to my delight, there were none to stop my advance. When she placed her hand on mine, I knew she wanted more. With my hand enjoying Susan's clit, I reached for Gail's recently abandoned breast. In response, Gail moved once again to my bulging fly. I couldn't believe I was actually fondling the pussy of one woman and the nipples of another. In what would have looked like an erotic form of sexual Twister, we were a tangle of hands on breasts and crotches. "Too many clothes." Susan said without hesitation. When she stood from the couch, the connections we'd formed pulled Gail and me vertically, too. I pulled off Susan's skirt as she tossed her blouse and bra aside. By the time I turned to Gail, she had disposed of all her clothes. For the first time, I was looking at two women, wet, ready and straight in front of me; a totally new and wonderful experience. I couldn't help noticing that Gail, unlike Susan, had a pussy covered in curly, thick, and inviting hair. I was anxious to feel the texture with my fingers and mouth. This is the thing movies and fantasies are made of but never happen in real life, yet here it was. They pulled me to my feet, and between them; they practically ripped my clothes off. "This is new. Is Larry as turned on at the sight of your bare pussy as I am?" Gail quizzed, knowing full well I was. She pushed Susan back on the couch, knelt between her legs and said appreciatively, "How very lovely and sexy. I can imagine Larry wants a lot of face time down here." She looked up at me with a wink and said, "You'll have two pussies for your enjoyment tonight." With that she turned and started licking Susan's pussy. I was enjoying the view and moved to a position where I could fondle Gail's breast and still watch her mouth in action on Susan. Susan is very responsive and it didn't take more than a few moments before she was panting and ready to climax. I think Gail was sensing the same because I could feel her nipples were getting harder. She didn't stop eating Susan until she had a second orgasm. She pulled back to let Susan recover so I took the opportunity to pull Gail's lips to mine. I love the taste of Susan's cum but experiencing it from Gail's lips was indescribable. Our kiss was interrupted by Susan pulling Gail away and saying "My turn with Gail." The girls swapped positions and I was soon holding Susan's breast as I watched her eat Gail. I was enjoying a beautiful sight for the second time. I couldn't keep myself from slowly stroking my dick with my free hand. I certainly didn't want to cum but it seemed instinctive and felt so good. Soon, I thought, it would be their hands touching my hard and eager cock. That thought only made me more excited. I watched Susan's slow and deliberate technique. I felt I was learning from the teacher. Her attentive hands massaged Gail's thighs as her lips and tongue did their magic. Even though she was slower to respond, we could tell by the change in her breathing that her orgasm was getting near. When Susan focused on Gail's clit it pushed her over the edge and her whole body pulsed with an intense climax. With Gail recovering, I pulled Susan to my lips and tasted Gail's cum on my lover's mouth. Since Susan's arms were around me, I realized the hand that was now pumping my dick had to be Gail's. I looked down to Gail and she said, "Susan, you've got a lot of man here. Feeling his hard dick in my hand reminds me that I'm seriously overdue for a good fuck. Don't make me wait much longer." "I have no intention of stopping and I'm sure Larry won't resist." I found myself pleasantly outnumbered by women who knew exactly what was going to happen next. Before I knew it, I was lying on the floor with Susan's legs tented over my face as Gail brought me back to full erection status with her hands. Dipping down just close enough for me to get a whiff of her, Susan came to my lips time and time again. The tease coupled with Gail's massage was adequate to make me fully operational. When Gale positioned herself behind Susan, I had a glimpse of what was in store for me. I felt a moist, warm pussy slide over my cock as Gail disappeared from sight. Now, Susan was allowing me to taste her wetness. Susan was losing herself to my mouth with the first of many orgasms just as Gail was taking me closer to mine. I'd never known double delight; a mouth full of one woman and my cock filling another. It was sensation beyond compare and I climaxed as I'd never done before. As I shot my load deep in Gail's cunt, she gasped, moaned and shuddered with a climax of her own. She squeezed her muscles and held my dick inside her as she collapsed forward on my chest. Susan repositioned herself to lie on my shoulder. I held both women in my arms, my head swimming from what just happened. Exhausted and contented, I brushed my fingers up and down their backs while savoring the afterglow of a mind blowing ménage a trios. Without so much as opening her eyes, Gail asked, "Can we can forget completing the profile?" "Absolutely," was the response from two voices in unison.