0 comments/ 15673 views/ 2 favorites Rick's Diabolical Scheme Ch. 01 By: Borntolust Many thanks once again to tangentjoker who edited this story. All the characters are age 18 or older. This story is fiction. It is based only on my imagination and a fantasy or two. * My name is Rick. I am a good looking, well hung, young man aged 27. I stand 6' 1" tall, weigh 190, and I'm well built. I rarely lack female companionship, if I want it. The women in my life are usually in their fifties at least. Occasionally, they are in their sixties. I adore older women. They have so much more experience with life. So much more knowledge. They are more often realists. I really don't care if they are attractive or not. Only that they want to be with me. Most of my affairs are short lived, but I do have a lot of variety in my sex life. The whole thing started with Jenny. She invited me out the first time. She asked me to go to a singles dance with her. I agreed. We had a good time. Jenny got some curious looks from some people. Envious looks from a lot of women. She was an average looking woman, in her fifties, with a hot young stud. For myself, I found her to be an intelligent and interesting woman. She was very knowledgeable and kept up with the news. Within a matter of days Jenny and I were lovers. The first time was a Saturday afternoon and evening of almost nonstop hot loving. Jenny became infatuated with me to the point it was discomforting. She was constantly telling me she would do anything for me. Anything at all. I didn't take as much advantage of her offer as I should have. It seemed a bit masochistic. That bothered me a little, especially since it didn't seem to fit in with her personality. But in other ways it was an ego boost. In fact, my actions probably were a response to it. I told her I didn't want to see her any more. "Is there someone else?" She asked. "No, but I want to be free to have someone else," I informed her. "You can Rick. I won't stand in your way." She was almost crying. "Just by people knowing about us will make it hard for me to meet someone else," I explained patiently. "I can find someone for you Rick. I'll do it," she sobbed. This is when my bastardly ways took complete control. My diabolical scheme was born. You may call me an asshole if you wish. I will transcend such childish name calling. Even when it's true. "Ok, I'll give you a couple of weeks. After I make love to someone you send to me, you can see me again." There was a little more to the conversation, but that was the gist of it. I kind of missed Jenny. She was very good in bed. She loved my big cock. I liked talking to her. Less than a week after I had sent Jenny away, I got an email from her. "Contact Trish." With a phone number. "She's expecting your call." I called the number and spoke with Trish. We agreed to meet for dinner the next evening. Trish was aged fifty. She was about 5' 4" and was a bit chunky. She had nice tits and a pleasant face framed by nice blond hair that was cut short. "Jenny told me all about you," Trish told me. "You sounded like someone I'd like to meet. What are you looking for?" "A relationship," I told her. "A romantic relationship." "Even with someone twenty some years older than you?" Trish asked, her eyebrows raised. "That's the best kind," I answered. We had a pleasant meal. When we were leaving the restaurant, I invited Trish to my place. "Jenny had nice things to say about you. So I guess it's ok," she replied. At my place I offered Trish a drink, but she declined. I sat beside her on the couch, putting an arm around her shoulders. With light pressure I pulled her toward me for a kiss. Starting softly, we were soon open mouthed and twisting our tongues. My hand was on her tit. One of her hands covered it. I started on the buttons of her blouse, but she took over from my fumbling fingers. She slipped it off and unsnapped her bra. My cock was getting hard and tenting my pants. She rubbed it. Smiling, she said, "Jenny told me you were hung." I stood. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. We both stripped down. Both of us were ready. I sat her on the side of the bed and slid to my knees as her legs parted. I saw her pussy for the first time. Her hair was trimmed, but only the wild parts. It was a dark color framing the lips of her snatch. The swollen lips were puffy with desire. Beads of dew formed on them. Slightly open, they showed a hint of redness hidden behind them. The redness of her heat. As I brought my face closer to her, she spread her legs further and put both of her hands on my head. The musky scent of her arousal wafted from her. I inhaled the delightful scent of her womanhood. I touched her slit with my tongue delicately and tasted. I licked the delightful salty sweet nectar from her ready lips. I love to eat pussy. I love the scents and the taste. I love the feel of a woman's legs pressing against my head. The feel of her heels on my back. The hard nubbin of her clit as I lick it and suck it. The urgency of her hands on my head as she pulls me into her. Urging me on as I bury my face in her aromatic cunt. I love the taste of her juices as they flow from her and coat my face. I love to drink of the essence of her hot desire. I love it when she cums. All different, yet all the same. And I love it because it makes them ready for my big cock. Trish's hips gyrated and thrust at my face. Her hands twisted in my hair. She was gasping at the peak of an orgasm when I stood and thrust my manhood into her eager cunt. Her legs clasped me around my hips as she lifted her ass to take more of my hard shaft into herself. She never stopped cumming. I could see her face. Her wet mouth was open mouthing silent screams. Her hands were on her tits kneading them and pinching her own nipples. She held her arms up to me and I leaned forward to kiss her. She rose to meet me. Open mouthed wet sloppy kisses. Our tongues twisted. Her pussy was snug on me. Comfortable. I knew I was not hurting her as I thrust into her heat. I felt the electric sensation through my body as I neared orgasm. I was able to hold it back once, but when Trish squeezed her pussy on my cock I came in an explosive rush. My cum gushed into her excited cunt. I pumped her as long as I could until I was no longer stiff enough. She unhooked her legs from my hips and let herself down on the bed. I laid beside her. Our legs were off the edge of the bed. We tried to regain our strength. We moved to the center of the bed. Trish rolled onto her side and snuggled up to me. Her head was on my shoulder. She nuzzled my neck then tongued my ear. She rolled on top of me. After a hot open mouthed kiss, she started working her way down my body. She licked my nipples. She kissed me all over my chest. She licked my navel and rubbed her tits over my hardening cock. She slid further down to lick and kiss all the way to my cock. Grasping him, she rubbed him against her face. She licked his tip and ringed it with her tongue. She looked up at me and said, "You are so big. I love him." She took me in her mouth then. She slid her lips down my hardening shaft. She ran her tongue around the tip. She quickly got me hard again. My hand on her hip pulled at her. I wanted her pussy. I wanted to feel her juices on my tongue. She quickly swung around to straddle my face. Her glorious cunt was in front of me. I raised my head to bury my face in her fragrant muff. The musky aroma was strong at that point. It was a bit sharper than before. The scent of my cum overlaid the naturally erotic bouquet of her essences. My tongue darted to her clit and circled it. I licked the inside of her lips. I pushed my tongue into the warm tunnel to her womb. Her juices poured from her. They flowed onto my face. I relished the tastes of her and the scents of her. I felt the quivering pass through her body. Quickly it became shuddering. She ground her pussy on my face. She spread her nectars over me. Trish made love to my dick. She kissed it and licked it. She used her lips, her tongue, and even her teeth. My manhood pulsated with the pounding of blood through it. It was not to be denied. My cum poured into her mouth. Her hot eager mouth. She savored it, tasted it, and rolled it on her tongue. She rolled off me. Turning to face me, she kissed me open mouthed letting my cum flow between us. We laid together holding each other tightly. Our mouths were locked together as we mixed our juices. "That was wonderful," Trish whispered. "For me, too," I replied. "I love it when a woman cums as good as you did while I am eating them. It gives me a real thrill." "No more than the thrill you gave me," she told me. "I'll need to leave soon," she continued softly, "it's getting late." "You can stay if you want to," I told her. Trish replied, "I'd like to, but I live with my mother. She'd worry about me since I didn't tell her I'd be gone for the night." "I'd like to see you again," I told her. "I'd like that," she said. "Tonight was really nice." We laid together a while longer. She got up, dressed, and after a long hot kiss, left. The next morning, I emailed Jenny: "Trish a success." When I got home from work that evening, there was an answer. "When can I see you?" "Tomorrow," I emailed back to her. "Dinner first? Your place?" The response came within the hour: "OK." The next evening, I picked Jenny up. She is a fairly tall, slim woman. She is 5'8" and weighs about 130. She has a nice ass, but small breasts. They're softball sized. She has a plain face. She's almost homely. Her hair is brown and dull. She has very little style sense., but when I picked her up she was wearing a skirt with nylons. She knows I like her dressed like that. I have a thing about nylon stockings. Especially when I go down on a woman. I had deliberately made it an early dinner so we could have more time together in bed. I took her to a good restaurant we both liked. After a good meal, we headed back to her place. Both of us were horny and ready. As soon as the door closed behind us, we were in each other's arms exchanging a long, hot, kiss. Jenny stepped back and lifted her skirt to hook her thumbs under her panties. She pushed them down and stepped out of them. "My panties are soaked," she told me. "I've been so hot all through dinner." I pulled her to me again for another kiss. "I owe you," I whispered to her, "you can have whatever you like. This is your night." "Do you really mean it?" She asked. I nodded in response, spreading my arms, as I said, "I am yours to command, so command me." She laughed at my pompousness. It relieved the slight tension there had been between us. "I want so much," Jenny murmured, "I wore something special for you tonight. Let's start there." She led me to the couch. Seated, she guided my hands to her blouse to open it. Together we slipped it off her. I opened the snaps on the front of her bra, it followed the blouse. Her exposed nipples were firm and enlarged. I bent to kiss them and she held my head as I sucked and nibbled on them. "You have to let me know what you want," I told her. "Eat me, Rick. Suck my clit," the reply was half moan, half whisper. Her voice was husky with desire. I knelt in front of her. She pulled up her skirt while spreading her legs wider for me. My eyes followed her nylon clad legs to the dark tangle of her bush. Above it I saw a red, lacy, garter belt. It was something new for Jenny. I had never seen her wear one before. I looked up at her with a smile. "That is hot!" I told her. Jenny's face lit up with a smile. "I hoped you would like it," she told me. "Stand up," I told her. "Let's get your skirt off." I really like to eat women when they are wearing a skirt or dress. But the garter belt was so sensual, I wanted to see her without the skirt. She hadn't removed her shoes and the high heels added to the alluring effect. She stood and dropped her skirt. As she stepped out of it, I pulled her to me with my hands on the cheeks of her ass. I rubbed my face on her mound. I inhaled the strong musk from her pussy. Hours of arousal had increased the strength of her fragrance. I guided her back to her chair. As she sat, I rubbed my face along the nylon sheathed thighs. Her pussy lips, in front of me, were swollen with lust. They were beaded with the dew of her juices. Her clit peeked out between them at the top of her slit. A hint of red behind the lips suggested a hot woman hiding there. My tongue touched the lips of her muff, licking the drops of nectar from them. I pushed into her hot wet snatch licking at her inner lips. My lust overpowered me then. I buried my face in her. My lips were on her large, hard, clit. I ran my tongue around it. I sucked it. Jenny's hands went to my head and held me tightly to her. Her nylon clad legs clasped me. The friction of the fabric sent thrills through my body. Her heels on me drummed against my back. Sucking her brought her quickly to a climax. She thrust herself at me, even as her hands twisted in my hair. I nibbled at her hardness. She screamed in ecstasy as her essences flowed from her. Shudders tore through her body. I wouldn't stop. I couldn't stop. I bathed my face in the liquors of her lust. The sweet salty taste overlaid by the strong musk and a tiny trace of piss. It was erotic, sensual. I ate her cunt. I drank her juices. Even as her orgasms continued to tear through her she was begging me to stop. Her voice finally penetrated through the lustful fog in my mind. I reluctantly pulled back from the well. She sat sprawled on the couch for a few minutes as I rubbed my face along the nylon covered thighs. She slid off the couch to kneel facing me. She covered my face with kisses. She licked her juices from my face. We laid on the floor, holding each other until she had recovered a little. Then she stood and, taking my hand, led me to her bed. My cock was throbbing, rock hard with desire. The scents and tastes of her pussy had aroused me past all caring. As we laid on the bed, she pushed me onto my back. Kneeling between my legs, she dove on my cock, her mouth opening it to devour it. Her lips stretched to accommodate its girth as she took as much of it as she could. In my aroused state I wouldn't last long. She knew it. She sucked me hard. Her head bobbed as her lips and teeth brought me ever closer to climax. My hands twisted in her hair. My legs clasped her body. I kept her a willing prisoner on my manhood, gratifying her submissive side. The electric pleasure in the base of my cock spread outward through my body, even as the thrill ran the length of my hard shaft. I exploded into her warm welcoming mouth filling it to overflowing. As I softened, she licked my cum from her lips and then from my cock. I watched as she sensuously licked at me. Her tongue lapped at the traces of my cum. I pulled her hair to bring her up to face me. I kissed her open mouthed. We exchanged the tastes of each other. I laid on my back holding her as she laid on my chest with her face tucked into my armpit. She liked to do that after sex, not before. I never asked her why she liked it. We laid together until I started to get hard again. Jenny sensed it. She slid down my body to rub her tits on my hardening shaft. She slid a little further and kissed the tip of my now hard dick, gave it a few licks and rose to her knees to straddle me. Jenny positioned herself over my throbbing cock, lowering herself to engulf it with her slick, hot cunt. She took all of me, kneeling up straight to engulf my hard manhood. She rode me hard, leaning forward to let me suck her tits. We exchanged hot wet kisses. As I felt her body start to quiver I knew she was close to cumming. I thrust harder into her, driving my hard cock into her welcoming cunt. We found the ancient rhythm. We moved together as her body shuddered with the ecstasy of orgasm. We rolled over so that I was on top. I continued to thrust into her as she met my thrusts with her own. Our bodies pounded each other as we exchanged wet mindless kisses. Our bodies were wet with the sweat of lust. Her nylon clad legs were looped over mine as I delighted in the friction from the fabric. I felt another orgasm beginning for her. She was almost screaming, "Fuck me, fuck me." I felt my own orgasm rising through me. My whole body thrilled with electric tingles that ripped through me to my cock as I shot my cum deep into her cunt. I laid on top of her as I softened inside her. We laid together then exchanged kisses until it was time for me to leave. Over the next couple of weeks, I saw both Jenny and Trish several times. After a few evenings together, I tried my despicable plot on Trish. Her reply surprised me. "You're a real asshole, Rick," she said. "I'd cut your balls off if it wasn't for the fact that there is someone I would like you to meet. I think I have just the right person in mind. I'll let you know, or she will." Trish dressed and left without a "goodnight". I think she was upset. To be continued. Rick's Diabolical Scheme Ch. 02 Many thanks once again to tangentjoker who edited this story. All the characters are age 18, or older. For background I suggest you read chapter 1. This story is fiction. It is based only on my imagination and a fantasy or two. * I'm Rick. I am a good looking, well hung, young man aged 27. I stand 6' 1" tall, weigh 190, and I'm well built. At least the women in my life tell me I'm good looking. They are usually in their fifties or sixties. I adore older women. I told you earlier about my diabolical scheme. I told you about Jenny and Trish. I told you about their totally different reactions. Trish called me a few days after I had tried out my devious stratagem with her. It was a Friday. I had just gotten home from work. "Why don't you come to my house tonight about seven? I want to introduce you to Emily. Be prepared to take her to dinner." I had no plans. I told her I would be delighted. I was a trifle nervous. After all Trish had told me she would cut my balls off. She had been a little pissed off. I showered, shaved and dressed carefully. I was at Trish's house at the appointed time. I had never been to her house before except to pick her up. All our dates had ended up at my place. She had told me once that her mother lived with her. So I thought that was probably the reason she had never invited me in for more than a few minutes. I had never met her mother. Trish introduced me to Emily. She was a very pleasant looking lady who stood about 5' 4". She was quite slim with nice grapefruit sized boobs. She was well dressed in a blouse and a skirt that showed off her butt nicely. What I could see of her legs looked nice. She was wearing nylons and moderately high heels. I guessed her age at sixty plus. I'm not really very good at estimating the age of women. I took Emily to a good restaurant. We had a very nice meal with interesting conversation. We both had wine with dinner. Emily only drank two glasses. That's all I had, too. I had to drive. Emily struck me as an intelligent and knowledgeable woman. I found myself to be quite attracted to her. After dinner, I asked her if she would like to come to my place. "I have to go back to Trish's first," she said, then added, "I really don't like to go to bed with a man on the first date, but let me think about it." I drove to Trish's house and parked in her driveway. "You can come in with me," Emily said. "It will be ok." "Won't Trish mind?" I asked. "No, it will be alright." I got out and walked around the car to open her door. She got out gracefully, showing a lot of leg. Very nice leg. At the door, she rang the bell. Trish answered bundled up in an ankle length bathrobe. Inside, the room was dimly lit. The TV was on but the sound was quite low, barely audible. Trish gestured to a couch for Emily and me to sit on. Emily excused herself for a minute. I sat at one end of the couch. Trish sat at the other end. "How did you get along with Emily?" she asked. "Fine," I answered, "she's a very nice lady." "I'm glad to hear it," Trish replied. "Are you going to take her to bed? Make love with her?" I was a little flabbergasted at the question. When it came to dealing with Trish, I was constantly being surprised. "That was what you wanted, wasn't it? For me to send you a lover?" Trish continued. Emily came back as she finished talking, but she gave no sign that she had heard anything. She sat between Trish and me, her legs crossed. She had very nice legs and knew how to show them off. She put her hand on my thigh. "Did you and Trish have a nice talk?" she asked. There was a tone in her voice I couldn't quite identify. Mischievousness? Flirting? I was starting to be intrigued. A little concerned too. There were games going on that I didn't know the rules for. I didn't even know what the object of the game was. Whatever. I wasn't ready to run away. Not just yet. But I was very aware of Trish's involvement. "Rick asked me to go to his place, Trish," Emily said, then she turned to me. "What would you have done if I had gone with you, Rick?" Her hand was still on my thigh, she was starting to rub it with light short strokes. "Nothing you didn't want to do," I replied gallantly, I hoped. "But, I would have hoped to make love with you." "What kind of loving do you like, Rick?" Emily continued. "Whatever the lady likes," I hoped I was still sounding gallant. "Would you go down on me if I wanted it?" "I sure would," I answered. "You are a very attractive woman. I would love to eat you." The conversation was becoming surreal, but more and more interesting. "What about if I wanted a threesome?" Back to being gallant, "If that is what you wanted." "With my daughter." Fuck gallantry. "That sounds hot!" I told her. She took my hand and put it on her leg just below the hem of her skirt. She held it for a while, rubbing it against her nylons and guiding me up under her skirt. "Would you eat me while my daughter watched?" "Yes, I would go down on you. Eat you. I wouldn't care who was watching." My answer could have been more gallant, but my hand had slid up her leg and found that she wasn't wearing panties. My fingers encountered the lips of her pussy and felt the wetness of lust seeping from them. Trish stood up then. She let her robe slide off her shoulders showing me her body clad in a garment that supported her tits and came down over her belly. Her muff was bare. There were straps, like on a garter belt, to support the nylons covering her beautiful legs. The image was made more beautiful by the heels she was wearing. I think the garment is called a bustier, but I'm not sure. The view was too hot for me to care. As I was gazing at Trish, Emily had taken my hand and was rubbing it on her pussy. Trish said, "Shall we, Mom?" It didn't register right away. Emily stood up and pulled me to my feet. Trish took my other hand when it penetrated, "'Mom'? She called Emily 'Mom'?" The women led me to the bedroom. Emily unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. As she stepped out of it, she opened her blouse. As Emily undressed, Trish put her arms around my neck and gave me a deep romantic kiss. Emily was next. She repeated Trish's kiss. She was wearing a lacy garter belt, supporting her nylons and heels like Trish. When Emily broke the kiss, she reached for my belt buckle. The women, between them, had me undressed quickly. They pushed me onto the bed. Emily and Trish laid on either side of me. "Sometimes Mom and I like to eat each other. Often, in fact," Trish said. "We've never shared a man before." "Does it make you hot to watch women going down on each other?" Emily asked. "It sure does," I answered, "but I've never seen it live. Only in videos." Neither woman answered. Trish climbed over me to clutch her mother. They were soon locked in a tight embrace, kissing hotly. Emily pulled one of Trish's tits out of the bustier to suck it. The women slid down to the middle of the bed. Trish flipped around and pushed her face between Emily's legs. Emily followed her lead and buried her face in her daughter's muff. I watched nylon sheathed legs, with high heels still on the feet, clasping the bare flesh of hot women's bodies. Hands grasped the cheeks of beautiful feminine asses. I heard the moans of gratification. The muted slurps and sucking sounds of wet lips on wet cunts. The gasps of pleasure. My cock was throbbing from the blood pouring into it, hard, so hard it hurt. I knelt next to the women. I rubbed my hard dick against their naked flesh. They were on their sides facing each other. They rolled to put daughter on top, then mother on top. A bare ass flashed in front of me. I let the tip of my hard cock slide along the crack. I heard a muffled gasp of delight. They broke apart. They pushed me onto my back. Emily straddled me. She lowered her body to envelop my erect hard-on. She breathed a sigh of satisfaction as she impaled her cunt on my manhood. Trish kissed her mother, hotly, open mouthed, wet. Trish turned and straddled my face. Her hand twisted in my hair, lifting my head to her wet pussy. My hands on the cheeks of her ass held me in place. I buried my face in her wet heat. Between the folds of her swollen labia. My tongue, my lips, even my teeth; I used them all. I ate her sweet cunt. I drank her essences. I imbibed her flowing juices. I was dimly aware that Trish had leaned back into Emily's arms. Emily caressed Trish's boobs; kneaded, twisted nipples, and pulled them. Trish was gyrated her hips and rubbed her pussy on my face. She left a film of aromatic juices to scent mark me. To claim me for her own; or maybe, for their own, hers and her mother's. I could feel Emily riding my cock. Her pussy comfortably snug on my hard shaft. She lifted herself until I was almost out of her. Then she slammed her body down and slid her clit along the hardness of my cock. I could hear the sounds of orgasm, but I didn't know from which woman. It may have been both. Excitement tore through me, through my entire body. I clamped my hands on Trish's hips. I held her, stopped her gyrations so that I could lick her, suck her, taste her nectars, and drink of her essences. I ate her. I fucked her mother. They were cumming. Both were cumming. Shouts, cries of gratification. They exhilarated me with their orgasms. The euphoric thrill that occurs when a woman cums for you. Cums on your cock. Cums on your face. My cock exploded. I felt the electric joy of my cum gushing from my cock, pouring into the eager receptacle of Emily's hot cunt. I collapsed, replete. I tried to continue eating Trish, but my head fell away from her. My beautiful hard cock softened. As Emily rolled off me, Trish followed her. They laid on either side of me. Recovering from their own orgasms. Their arms over my body hugged me. I put an arm around each of them and hugged them in return. When we had caught our breath we laid there talking between kisses. I felt good. The women on either side of me felt good. Their scents were delightful. I inhaled their perfume, sweat, and the juices of their pussies. Trish said to Emily, "I told you he was good." "He is," her mother replied. "He's big enough, too." "You both surprised me," I put in. "I never expected something like this." "I wanted to give Mom a special gift for her seventieth birthday," Trish said. "Emily, I can't believe you're that old," I said turning to her. "Not quite," Emily replied. "My birthday isn't until tomorrow. Thank you for the compliment." The talk went on for a while, with lots of hugs and kisses mixed in. Trish sat up and removed the bustier, freeing her lovely tits. Her nylons seemed to stay up by themselves ok. My cock started to stir again. A naked woman on either side of me was doing great things to my libido. Emily started to fondle him. Stroking him back to hardness. "You're Mom's tonight, Rick," Trish said. "What she wants is what counts." What Emily wanted was head. She pushed on my head gently but firmly. Her legs opened making it obvious what she wished. I rolled over to her to suck and nibble on her tits. I slid down her body to her navel, then to her mound. Between her legs, I kissed and licked at her thighs. I tasted the residue there, our combined cum that had seeped from her cunt. Her labia sat before me. Her clit peeked through them at the top. It was hard, like a tiny cock. I spread the lips of her pussy with my fingers. I gazed at the hot redness of her inner lips. The swollen petals were aroused and hot. They wanted my tongue. They demanded my tongue and my lips; to lick and to suck. The fragrance was lustful, enticing and wanting. Strong. Musky. A sexual lure. I buried my face in the hot, wet, folds of her savory cunt. I licker her and sucked her. Her heels were on my back. I felt the friction of her nylons against my skin as she squeezed her legs on my body. Her thighs were on my shoulders. I felt her pressing on my head. I was enslaved in her garden. I, a joyful, spellbound slave. I, who must taste of her savory nectar. I, who delighted in the scents, the heat, and the tastes. I suckled her juices and my cum. It was a delightful feast. Her hips lifted. Her legs squeezed me. Orgasms tore through her. They raced through the cells of her body. I was dimly aware of her daughter, sucking at her mother's tits and exchanging hot wet kisses. Her hands were in my hair. They lifted me. They pulled me up. They raised me above her, to push my throbbing hard cock into her cunt. I was invited to her hot welcoming cunt. Her arms wrapped around me. Her legs looped over mine. She held me tightly. I savored the feel of my cock filling her. Her pussy was snug on me and comfortable. It was a sensuous feeling; so erotic. Trish was next to us. She had one arm over me, the other around her mother. She held herself tightly against us with her her bare flesh against ours. Her lips kissed the bare flesh of both of us, Emily and I. I couldn't hold back. I wouldn't hold back. The urgency of the blood pulsing through my rock hard cock did not allow me to. The excitement in my body, raced to my cock. My cum exploded into a hot cunt. She was an eager receptacle for my seed. I collapsed on Emily, with an arm over her daughter alongside her. Trish moved over to allow me to roll off and lie between them. "That was amazing," I said when I caught my breath. "Wonderful." "Yes, it was," Emily agreed. Trish leaned across my body to draw Emily's face to her. "Happy birthday, Mom," she told her. "Thank you, Love," Emily replied. "It was a very nice present." I was pretty well spent. It had been an amazing and exciting night. They let me sleep. I am pretty sure they did, too. I woke with a naked woman on either side of me. I eased out of bed and ran to the bathroom to pee. I must have disturbed the women because Trish called out. "I'll go start the coffee. If you want to brush your teeth you can use my toothbrush. It's the blue one." I brushed my teeth and went back to the bedroom looking for my clothes. Emily was stirring, so I sat on the edge of the bed next to her. "Good morning," she said sleepily." She held her arms up to me and I bent down to kiss her. "Mmmm, toothpaste," she said as she hugged me. "I feel good." "Trish is making coffee," I told her. "Ok," she said, sitting up. "I guess I'll get up." I got out of her way and she swung her legs out of bed and padded to the bathroom, naked and unabashed. I guess I should say almost naked. She still had nylons on. I found my clothes and dressed in shorts, t-shirt and slacks. I didn't bother with shoes, or shirt just yet. By the time I was dressed Emily was out of the bathroom. She grabbed a robe from the closet and we went to kitchen together, an arm around each other. The coffee was ready when we got there. Trish, also in a robe, gave us each a cup. "We'd invite you to stay for the day, Rick, but we need to visit my grandmother. She's ninety today." Trish told me. "Mom was born on her mother's birthday. "But why don't you visit next weekend? What do you think, Mom?" "That's fine with me. Maybe we should introduce him to Ruth." "'Ruth?'" I asked. "My mother," said Emily. "She's still a pretty sharp old lady." "Let's keep him for ourselves, Mom." Trish told her. "Although I guess we will have to share him with Jenny." I felt myself turning red. Turning more directly to me, Trish said, "Jenny's ok. Any more aren't. Unless they're family, hers or ours." She looked at me steadily. "Don't fuck with us, Rick." I swallowed, and felt my balls draw up. This was a serious lady. It was time for a little more gallantry. "After a night like last night I can't imagine wanting anyone else. Especially if you want me." Trish gave me a big smile, and so did Emily. Emily reached for my hand. "Thank you, Rick. We do want to see a lot of you." "Yes we do," Trish added. After coffee, I finished dressing and prepared to leave. Both ladies gave me a big hug and a deep kiss at the door. "You owe Jenny," Trish said. "Why don't you take her out tonight?" "If you think so," I said. "I do think so." When I got home, it was near mid-morning. I gave Jenny a call to ask her if she'd like to go to dinner. She agreed. I said I'd pick her up about seven. Jenny can hold her own in a conversation. She is really a quite intelligent lady. We had a nice dinner. Over coffee afterward, the conversation drifted around to Trish. "Trish and I have been friends since we were children. I used to babysit her. I'm about five years older." Jenny said. "We're still close friends. I'm one of the few people who stood by her when she had her trouble." "What trouble?" I asked idly. I couldn't imagine that it would be too much. "You didn't know about that?" "No, what?" "Well Trish was in prison," Jenny related. "For over five years." "No shit," I said. "What for?" Jenny hesitated. "She was really angry with her ex-husband. She caught him playing around on her." "So what did she do to get locked up for?" I asked. "She cut his balls off!" I could feel the blood draining from my face. My heart skipped a couple of beats and I think my mouth dropped open. "She -- cut -- his -- balls -- off?" I stammered "Yes," Jenny said. "She was really pissed off." "What have I gotten myself into?" I thought. "How do I get out of it?" I think I was just staring at Jenny with my mouth open. "Are you ok?" I heard her ask dimly. "She's ok now. She hasn't had any trouble since she was released from prison. I think she gets off probation soon." Jenny and I left the restaurant. Back at my place, I had a lot of trouble performing. Jenny finally got me hard enough to get it into herself. She seemed to enjoy it, but I hardly knew what was happening. Jenny was getting ready to leave early in the morning. She hugged me hard and gave me a long kiss. "You seem out of sorts," she said. "Is what I told you about Trish upsetting you?" "Yes," I told her. "I never thought she was a woman who would do something like that." "Well, like I said, she was really pissed." Jenny responded. With that she kissed me again and left. I sat around all day. I was a nervous wreck. My hand kept drifting to my balls, to make sure they were there. About three o'clock, Trish called. "Rick, honey, Jenny told me that you were surprised that I had done time. I'm really sorry. I thought you knew." She sounded a little upset, herself. "I'm so sorry. "Mom is really upset. She thinks we may not see you again. Please say that isn't so, Rick. Please." I was in a bit of a quandary. Did I dare tell her no? Did I dare tell her yes? "Can we get together and talk about it, Rick?" she said. "We can meet somewhere if you want to. I can even have Jenny meet us if it will make you feel better." "Ok, let's meet." I named a diner, one of those replicas of the ones from the 1950s. Long and narrow with a counter running the length of it. Lots of chrome and Formica booths. I got there before her. I grabbed a booth away from any other customers. It wasn't busy at that hour. Trish arrived in about ten minutes, she slid into the booth opposite me looking slightly abashed. "Jenny's coming. We didn't say whether she should or not. I thought it might make things more comfortable for you." "Thank you for thinking about that," I told her. Jenny walked in just then and slid into the booth next to Trish. "Rick, I'm sorry. I just thought you knew about my past. I don't know why," Trish started the conversation. "My whole life has been messed up since I cut that asshole. But I can't make myself regret it." I thought to myself. "This is a enjoyable woman. I really would like to see a lot more of her. Her mother, too. But would I be putting myself in the same position as her ex.?" Rick's Diabolical Scheme Ch. 02 "Rick, you'll always be safe with me. I promise," Trish continued. I thought back to the morning before when sitting in her kitchen Trish had said, "Don't fuck with us, Rick." She hadn't sounded like she was joking. Jenny stepped into the conversation. "Trish, would it help if I was with you the next few times you went out with Rick?" Trish looked at me, hopefully. "Would it, Rick?" "I trust you, Trish." The truth was that she scared the shit out of me. I was afraid to even say so. "I think you would feel better with Jenny along," Trish responded while looking at me closely. "So let's all three get together." "Ok." I was glad she had said that. I would feel easier. But what about bedtime? Jenny must have read my mind. "Don't worry about the sex part. We can have a threesome." I think my mouth fell open again. Trish laughed. "I learned a few things in prison. I taught them to Jenny and Mom when I got out. To my grandma, too, but she's getting a little old." "Well," I mused. "Tomorrow is a work day, but it's still early. We could go to my place, or Jenny's." "Let's make it Jenny's," Trish said. "I have a few things there." Jenny agreed. We all had our own cars so we met at her house. We all arrived about the same time and followed Jenny inside. As soon as the door closed behind us, Trish threw her arms around me and kissed me deeply. It wasn't really a hot kiss. It was more romantic. "Thank you, Rick, for giving me a chance." We didn't waste any time but went right to the bedroom. Jenny had a king size bed. It was big enough for all of us. We all undressed ourselves. "Leave your panties on," I told the women. I laid on the bed with a bare breasted woman on either side of me. With an arm around each of them, I felt their boobs pressing against me. I kissed one, then the other. I worked my way down their bodies; their hot, desirous, bodies. I stayed for a while at their tits. Four luscious tits to fondle, to suck, and nibble. I traveled to their navels and to their mounds. I rubbed my face on the bare flesh of that most feminine attribute of a woman's body. I felt them turn faces to each other. They exchanged hot, wet, kisses. Their bodies pressed against my face. They were almost on their sides. As I rubbed my face on the soft flesh of their mons, I could feel the waist of their panties. I slid further down. I lowered to where their juices of anticipation had soaked their panties. I descended to where the scent of their lust was strongest. I was elated by the aromas of their nectar. Their fragrances told me, and the world, of their lust. The aroma spoke of their desire. It was a summons to mate; to plunge my cock into their hot cunts. It was a formal invitation to stuff their vaginas as I pumped my hard manhood into them. I licked at the wet spot of arousal on their panties, not caring whose it was. The essences were erotic and the tastes lovely. With my tongue, I went to the waist and started pushing the panties over their hips. I licked and kissed at their bare flesh as I exposed it. One at a time I tongued the panties lower and revealed the gorgeous cheeks of their butts. I exposed the tops of their pubic hair. The hair was trimmed on both, but only the wilder parts. I pushed at the fabric, one at a time. I slid the panties down onto their thighs, to release the scents; the wonderful musky perfume of desire. That signal to the world of their want. I let my hands take over then. I pushed the panties over their knees and they kicked them off their feet. I licked at both their pussies. I tasted their familiar nectars. They were discernibly different. Each had a flavor that was hers alone, yet both were enchanting. Jenny pushed me toward Trish. She wanted me to make love to her friend first. I rolled between her legs. I licked at the folds of her labia. I pushed my tongue into her warmth. I thrust it into the slick wet heat. I licked at the inner petals. I circled the hard nubbin of her clit. I made her juices flow as she opened her legs wider for me and invited me into the sanctum. Her hands were in my hair and twisted as she rose to an orgasm. Her juices anointed my face with her balm. She gasped as a climax ripped through her. It enlivened her. It gripped her with breathtaking excitement. Jenny laid closely to us as Trish and her mother had done a couple of nights ago. It felt nice with her leg over my back. She was sucking Trish's tits as I licked her pussy. Trish's hands were pulling at me, wanting me on top of her. It took me a while to realize what she wanted. I was so engrossed in the exhilaration of eating her that it took a some time for her urging to penetrate. As Jenny rolled out of the way, I moved up to cover Trish. She held me tightly, showering me with kisses. "Make me yours, Rick," she murmured. My cock throbbed with heat. The heat came from the pulse of blood pounding into it. It came from the thrill of two hot women next to me. It especially came from the excitement of burying my face in her fragrant pussy. I slid into her ready pussy. I glided on the film of her juices. I needed to fuck her. I needed to fuck her hard. I plunged my rock hard cock deeply into her. She met my thrusts with her own. Our rhythms matched. Our flesh slapped as we pummeled each other with our bodies. We rose together to a glorious mutual climax. My cum gushed into her. She accepted it readily and eagerly. She held me tightly as I softened. She sighed softly, "I've never given myself to anyone before. Not my spirit. I'm yours now." I think she was trying to say she loved me, but didn't want to use the words. Whatever. I felt like something had changed for me. Jenny had stayed aside as Trish and I made love. She told me later she felt like something important was happening. There was more that night. We ended up in a circle of love. I guess "lust" would be a better word. It was eat and be eaten. We all had exciting orgasms. That happened about a year ago. There was never another night like that with Trish, but she always seemed talk to me differently after that night. There is a certain softness in her words now. I don't think that is a good description, but it is the closest I can come. It was quite a while before I felt safe alone with her. It was even longer before I dared go to sleep when alone with her. I have never dared to try cheating on her, or the other women. I never forgot her words the morning after I made love to her and her mother. "Don't fuck with us, Rick." I don't really want to cheat on them. I'm quite happy with three exciting women who want to make love with me. Alone or in a group. They won't let me play favorites. If I seem to be, they will rearrange the schedule. What I want doesn't matter. Oh, about my Machiavellian scheme. I gave it up. I want to keep my balls right where they are, thank you. One more thing. Jenny introduced me to her niece the other day. Her name is Cathy. She's about two years younger than me and is quite attractive. She's intelligent, too. It happened at a dinner at Trish's house, so she and Emily were well aware of it. They appeared to approve of Cathy, too. They haven't said anything yet. It's only been a couple of days. I won't ask her out unless they suggest it. Like I said, I like my balls just where they are.