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Valentine Vengeance

By: Ewobbit



We have a saying in the area where I grew up and still live; if you don't like the weather, hang on a minute.

The people giving the weather on the news are viewed as something of a joke, through no fault of their own really. The fact is that if a wind whips down out of the North Pole or up from the gulf, there is just nothing to stop it or even slow it down.

In my lifetime, all spent right here, I've seen it snow on Christmas and I've seen it eighty degrees. I've seen it a sweltering hundred and ten in the shade in August, and I've seen people wearing jackets and hailstones the size of basketballs. I've seen the sun shining then dirt blowing on seventy mile an hour winds then rain then snow then a seventy-eight degree heatwave all within an afternoon. I've seen snow accompanied by thunder and lightening and I've seen mud falling like rain.

But, no one around here had ever seen anything like what happened one Valentine weekend before or since. It made the record books twice. Once for the lowest temperature ever recorded in the area. And once for the most precipitation in a twenty-four hour period when it dumped thirty-six inches of snow over night. We didn't normally get fifteen inches of precipitation in three months!

No one had anticipated anything of the sort as the entire town, and several surrounding ones, looked forward to celebrating the entire weekend. Friday the thirteenth would see a "Darlings Dance" in the school gym for all of the school aged kids from elementary on up to high school. Saturday, Valentine's Day, there would be a "Square Dance on the Town Square". And Sunday, just about every church would have mixers for couples and singles.

I wasn't planning on going to any of them.

And if I had my way, neither would the two beautiful bitches who had cost me everything and gotten away with it. But, not for much longer.

That sounds melodramatic now, but I was only just turned eighteen at the time. The way I figured it, those two getting in a fight and catching me in the scuffle and breaking my leg in early October had ruined more than just the football season. It had derailed my entire life.

It would have been my third year starting for the varsity and the smart money was that the team would win State and that I was probably looking at a full ride to the college of my choice. The only question anyone had was which side of the ball I would be recruited on.

I was walking to class one day in October through crowded hallways in my letter jacket festooned with both team and personal award patches from the previous two years and just about to turn the corner by the science lab when someone yelled out my name and I turned to wave when I saw it about to happen.

Amber Brighton was strolling down the hall on the wrong side, flipping her flame colored hair as she mouthed off to one of her minions who was swinging wide like we were all supposed to.

Bianca Perez was walking on the correct side, but so close to the wall that she couldn't have seen around the corner even if she hadn't been looking at the ground just ahead of her feet with her dark hair curtaining her face and books clutched to her chest.

Both girls were as infamous for their tempers, especially with each other, as they were famous for their looks. I froze, twisted around with my arm half up in the air, and couldn't look away from the horrible train wreck that I could feel coming.

Bianca's books crashed to the floor as the two collided. Amber fell back a pace and looked to see who she had run into.

"Watch where you're going, bitch." Amber snarled and made as if to walk around Bianca.

"Puta!" Bianca screamed and lashed out to knock Amber's books from her hands.

I was standing right there, looking right at them. I can remember as clear as day how Amber's red hair and Bianca's raven dark swung and the flashes of hate in green eyes and brown. But I could not say just who's hand wrapped in who's hair first. Although I think Bianca's fist landed just a hair faster than Amber's.

I was used to the violent crush and pop of pads on the football field. And, I'd been in my share of fights and seen a fair few besides. Nothing had prepared me for the sheer ferocity as those two laid into each other.

And then it happened.

Amber's blue blouse had just popped a button and I was frankly staring at the creamy forbidden flesh, revealed since she wasn't wearing a bra, when their bodies toppled, each with one hand entangled in the other's hair while the free hand was doing double time at any part of the other they could reach. I felt their combined weight hit my leg and my foot slipped almost an inch before it stuck fast. 

My next clear memory was of teachers coming from everywhere and telling me to stop and tearing them loose from my grip. Although I didn't realize it until afterwards, they thought I was attacking the girls in those confused moments.

Amber and Bianca set them straight by promptly getting away from the teachers who held each of them and laying into each other again. Cued in to where the problem really was, everyone let go of me and left me lying there as they separated the two hellcats once more.

Although I wasn't there, I understand they went after each other a third time right in the principal's office. I missed that part being a little busy holding my busted leg with the broken ends of bone sticking through my shin while Coach and the school nurse hovered over me.

I also understand they went at it yet a fourth time in the back of our town's lone police car as they drove them away. I didn't see it since I was being wheeled out the back door and into an ambulance.

My season was over almost before it began. The team didn't even make the playoffs. The scouts didn't get to see me play and no one was making the anticipated noises about scholarships.

But, at least those bitches were paying the price.

In December, however, I learned a little known fact about the justice system in my country, or at least the part where I live. Apparently somebody back a few years ago decided it probably wasn't a good idea to put teenage shoplifters in with adult murderers and rapists. I guess on the whole that was probably a good thing.

But, it developed two separate systems. One for kids from ten to seventeen and the adult system that picked up when people turned eighteen.

The two bitches who had done this to me turned eighteen within a week of each other late in November. It shouldn't have been any problem. Just kick them over to the adult system, right?

Wrong.

Apparently when a child turns eighteen and becomes an adult, they don't just automatically skip over to the adult jail without passing "Go" and collecting their two hundred dollars. Instead, they have another trial to see if they will be transferred to the adult system.

As the "victim of record of an assault with aggravated circumstances", I was notified by letter during Christmas break that "because it was the first offense and the injury sustained, while serious, was accidental, the charges of aggravated assault as held by the juvenile court have been dropped to a class-c mutual combat normally punishable by fine, but as the plaintiff(s) had been detained for just over a month, the court will waive the fine in lieu of time served."

The bitches were turned loose without probation or anything! And because they had been juveniles at the time, the records were sealed. No one who wasn't there would even know what the cunts had done to me!

It was probably a good thing I found out by letter and at a time when school was on break. As I had turned eighteen also, I would have been charged as an adult without a handy get out of jail free card.

I can't take credit for realizing that one on my own. Dad had to point it out to me. Repeatedly. At one point holding me by the letter jacket against the wall with my feet a foot off the ground.

And on the first day back at school after New Years, Coach and the principal went over it again. And pointed out that although the school had to allow them back for our last four months, they would be confined to two cubicles in the library normally used for in-school suspension for the duration, so it shouldn't be a problem for me to stay away from them.

And it wasn't. I couldn't even catch a glimpse of them. I know because I tried and there was always a teacher, or a coach, or the Principal himself, nearby to guide me gently on my way.

My girlfriend broke up with me in January.

She said it was because I had changed. But I knew it was because I wasn't the star I should have been. I wasn't going to get the scholarship I should have gotten. I wouldn't be leaving town after all, but would probably work my family's farm like my father and his father and his father all the way back to my great-great-great grandfather. 

I didn't hold it against her though. Jen was the perfect cheerleader and trophy wife material, but she wouldn't have made a good farm wife and we both knew it. One more thing to lay at those bitches feet.

So, it was with hate festering in my heart that I leaned against the wall and watched Jen and the other cheerleaders hanging those stupid signs festooned with hearts and a winged baby wearing a diaper and carrying a bow with heart tipped arrows while flanked by my two best friends.

"I don't know," Cory said. "I'm just not feeling it. You know?"

"Me either." Jack said. "Hey, Brandon. Why don't we get some liquor from the bootlegger and spend the weekend getting fucked up out at the love shack?"

I blinked and my cheeks ached with the all but forgotten sensation of a smile.

"Jack," I said. "You, my man, are a fucking certified genius. I don't care if you are flunking Algebra again."

"Dude, that is so not my fault." Jack grumbled. "If the old bat wouldn't assign a hundred and fifty fucking problems..."

But, I wasn't listening.

My great-great-great grandfather had homesteaded the land my family still farmed. Which meant, at the time, that he was required to build a house out there. More of a shack really by more modern standards. It was small, just one room I couldn't stand up straight in, and was half below ground and half above. I could stand just outside the front door and easily look over the roof at the land behind it. 

By my great grandfather's time, the laws had changed. Farmers didn't neccessarily have to live on the acreage anymore. Nagged by his wife, family legend goes, Great-grandpa had moved the five miles into town where the rest of the generations had continued to commute.

But, we had kept up the old shack and even made some improvements and used it to clean up and eat and even sometimes catch a nap during the long hours of spring planting and fall harvest.

Or, for teenage kids to have somewhere to go to drink a couple of beers and blow off some steam without bothering the adults or the police getting involved, so long as we didn't get back behind the wheel and try to drive back into town until the next day.

It was five miles from town to reach the half mile dirt road that led up to the little one room shanty. And the nearest neighbor was two miles in the wrong direction. While we had put in plumbing from the well, replaced the old outhouse with a commode, and even added a shower with a first generation in-line tankless propane water heater, we hadn't bothered to put in electricity or, more importantly, phone lines.

I still couldn't drive, not until I got the damn walking cast off, but the plan that was taking shape would work better if I couldn't.

"Guys, let's go check out the love shack after class." I said.

"Sounds cool." Jack said as the pair hustled away to our last class.

When I sat them down at the old farmhouse and started telling them my plan however, to my surprise they weren't immediately on board.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Cory blurted. "No way, man. No fucking way."

"Dude, think this through." Jack said. "We don't need to go to jail over a couple of bitches."

"No one is going to jail," I said. "Except maybe one or both of those two. Just listen."

I spent three hours talking about what was in essence a very simple plan. Or would have been if I hadn't had to assure them again and again that none of us were going to so much as lay a finger on the girls.

All we were going to do was make sure they had dates for Valentine's.

Jack was going to ask Amber to go out with him on Friday and Cory was going to ask Bianca. Only, instead of taking them to the Darling's Dance, they were going to bring them out to the farm where I would be waiting. Then they were going to drop the girls off and go back to town and, if at all possible, try to get as many people as they could gathered on the edge of town where the road ran in from the direction of our farm.

Neither was I going to be involved in what would happen. The girls would fight again, I was certain of it. I, afraid that I would be hurt again if I intervened, would take shelter in the house when the fight broke out.

Once the fight was finished, they would most likely walk back to town, looking like they had been in a fight. And with any luck with their pretty dresses torn in places that would show a little more skin than they wanted to anyone who happened to be hanging around the edge of town.

"All right, fine." Cory finally said. "But, how the hell are we supposed to get them to agree to go out with us? They know we're your friends. And they know that none of us has forgiven them."

"Hell, Brandon," Jack cut in. "No one in town has forgiven them for what they did and they damn well know it. I doubt they would be willing to show their faces even if someone else asked them."

"Yeah," Cory interrupted in turn. "And I heard Amber's dad sold her car while she was locked up and that he drives her to school ever day and walks her into the library and doesn't even let her talk to anybody until he hands her off to the librarians. Can you see him letting her go out to a dance?"

"Come to think of it," Jack said thoughtfully. "I don't remember ever seeing Bianca outside of school hours. I don't think she even does the social thing."

I felt my chest squeeze my heart. It was all so simple and elegant. Hell, it might even get one or both of them arrested again and put back in jail where they belonged. But, if my friends were right, there was no way it would ever happen.

"Won't you guys at least try?" I asked. "We've got two weeks until the dance."

They both sat there for a moment looking anywhere but at me as I stared pleadingly at them.

"Fine." Jack said, finally. "But, if either of them can't go, we three bring a bottle or five and get commode hanging drunk together and forget about those bitches."

I turned my appeal to Cory who was staring at Jack then finally turned his face to mine.

"All right, man." Cory sighed. "I'll do it. But, if we go to jail for this shit, you two better have my fucking back out in the yard. That's all I'm saying."

"You're my brother from another mother." I clapped Cory's shoulder. "Of course, I've got your back. Any time, anywhere."

Of course, my simple plan needed some refinements almost immediately. Amber and Bianca were almost as difficult for Cory and Jack to get near as they had been for me. Teachers and parents combined to form a wall between us and them. 

I also decided that what the patch of dirt in front of the small farmhouse really needed was to be turned into mud, just in case, and turned the water on to seep into that patch. Each afternoon we drove out to move the water and plot how to circumvent the inpenetrable wall around our quarry. 

We were into the final countdown when Jack managed to smuggle a note to Amber on Monday of Valentine's week by way of one of the girls that took her assignments from the teachers and picked up her completed work to bring back.

"Fuck off." She had scrawled across it.

Meanwhile, Cory hadn't had even that much luck with Bianca.

"I don't know, man." Jack said as he showed me the note. "I just don't see this happening."

"Switch it up." Cory said cryptically.

"Do what?" I blinked at him.

"Switch." Cory said. "I'll send a note in to Amber asking her to go with me instead of playboy over here. And he can use his skills to get Bianca instead."

"Bait and switch." Jack said. "I like it."

I suspected Cory was just being lazy since he said he would give a note to Jack for him to pass through the same route, but I didn't care. As long as they got them both there and they fought and did a walk of shame back into town, I would be happy.

Cory took his sweet time with the note and I was wondering if he had punked out on me before I saw the spiral notebook he handed Jack on Wednesday.

"Jesus, man." Jack said, flipping through page after page of writing. "A note is supposed to be something small so it can be slipped to them without anyone noticing. What the fuck is all this?"

"You want her to go, or don't you?" Cory asked, taking the spiral and closing it. "Just have Beth put it with the usual stack of assignments. No one will even think to check it. You just focus on Bianca."

"I already did, man." Jack grinned. "She is going."

Other than that cryptic reply, Jack wouldn't tell us how he had managed it, but just buffed his nails on his letter jacket and smiled.

Amber sent back a note to Cory explaining that she would have to sneak out as she was grounded until graduation. But, that she would.

Cory wouldn't tell us what was in the almanac he had sent to get her to agree either. But, he wasn't smiling at all.

My plans were on track. We just needed to pick up our tuxedos, along with some things that I had ordered, in the city thirty miles away.

Jack and Cory gave me a little grief over the tuxedos and corsages, but it was good natured since I was footing the bill for the flowers. However, the next stop almost caused a revolt.

"Oh, man." Jack shook his head when he saw what I had pre-ordered. "I don't know about this. That's pretty fucked up."

"A dog collar?" Cory said, turning it in his hand. "With 'Bitch' engraved on the tag?"

"And this one says 'Puta'." Jack said flatly, holding up the other one. "Man, this is getting into some pretty fucked up shit."

"Don't worry about it." I said. "I'm just going to let them know without a doubt what I think of them. Okay, one more stop."

"Oh, fuck no!" Jack blurted when I told him where. "No fucking way! That's going just too damn far."

"Guys, you know me." I said. "Do you really think I'm going to do anything to either of them?"

"I don't know, man." Cory said. "If you had asked me a year ago, then sure. But, lately, you've been..."

"I've been what?" I prompted.

"Obsessed." Cory said. "You've been obsessed with these two. Man, it's our senior year. We're supposed to be having the time of our lives. One last big bang before we put on our hats and go to work. But, what are we doing? We're fucking up Valentine's Day for revenge. And okay, maybe they deserve something for what they did. But, come on."

In the end, I had to get out of the truck at a stoplight and start walking. 

I almost thought they weren't going to give even then and had started wondering just how I was going to get the thirty miles back to our home town. I somehow just couldn't see calling Mom to come pick me up at a triple-x adult store. I remembered there was a bus that ran through town from the city and wondered how much a ticket would cost, or where the bus station even was, when Jack pulled up beside me.

"Get in, you crazy son of a bitch." Jack said. "But, I'm telling you now. If there is any, and I do mean any, accusation of rape or anything, we are both going to kick the ever loving shit out of you."

"There won't be." I said confidently. At least not accusations at any of us.


Valentine Vengeance



Bianca glanced at me and blushed and refused to rise to the bait.

"What time do you guys think it is?" Amber asked. "I hate to say it, but I'm getting kind of hungry."

"I don't know." I said, content to let her lay on me, holding me inside her. "After noon, I'd guess."

"I'm getting a little hungry too, Amante." Bianca said, sitting up. "Is there not any food in this place?"

"Sorry." I shook my head. "We didn't keep anything here because of mice and bugs. We just brought food out from town if we needed it."

"Do you mind if I look around anyway, just in case?"

"It's your house too, if you accept." I heard my voice say. "You might as well get used to it."

What the fuck? Why did I keep saying shit like that? I swear to God, it felt like someone kept sticking a hand up my ass and using me for a puppet.

Bianca stared at me for a long moment and then got up and started opening the few cabinet doors.

Amber had gasped at my words and pulled back to look at me, causing me to fall out of her sweet pussy, damn it.

"You too, Llamita." I hear myself add. "It's not much, but I offer it as a home to all three of us."

A shadow seemed to slide behind Amber's eyes and she slid off me to join Bianca in digging for food. I knew they wouldn't find any. Mom had been death on any crumb of food being left in that place since she usually had to mess with it when it came time we needed it while Dad and I tended the land.

I missed the feel of Amber's body against mine almost as she left, but I was puzzled about just what the hell was going on with me. Was I letting the little head do the thinking now? Okay, so they were both incredibly hot and I was horny and they were there. But, why the fuck was I talking in terms of making this, whatever it was, permenant?

True, I didn't have college to look forward to and sowing any wild oats anymore. But, still, I was just eighteen damn it. It was fucking early to be thinking in terms of a wife. Or wives. Or whatever.

It didn't take long at all for the pair to exhaust all the possible cubbies and they sat back down near me and the fire as I lay there with the last hints of Amber's cum drying on my wilted dick.

"Well, this kind of sucks." Amber said. "We're going to starve out here."

"We aren't going to starve, Llamita." Bianca said. "Stop with the drama queen."

Amber's eyes flashed, but then softened as she looked at Bianca.

"We'll be all right." I said, sturdily. "Someone will be out for us just as soon as it clears a bit. They're probably trying to figure out how even now."

We sat there for a few moments, contemplating someone trying to get to us.

"I need to pee." Amber said.

Bianca and I both looked at her. She was looking at Bianca.

"Well, go ahead." Bianca said, finally.

"Come with me."

God, I thought as I watched them walk out together, even when there wasn't a bathroom, girls had to go together.

They were back soon enough.

"B-brandon." Bianca said through chattering teeth. "I think we have a p-problem."

"What?" I glanced over to see both girls shivering.

"It's getting c-colder."

I frowned at them. That didn't make any sense. It had stopped snowing and it was day time. I could see the filtered sunlight coming through the window beside the door.

"I'm sure it just felt like it." I said. "We've managed to keep it pretty warm in here."

"N-no." Bianca said. "There is a w-wind coming from the N-north and it is c-cold."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it." I said. "Come on over by the fire and warm up."

I was a little surprised when the two of them laid on either side of me. I had half expected Amber to choose to be next to Bianca. Then I felt the chill of their bodies against my skin. I reached out my arms and grabbed the thick sleeping bag and folded it around us, pulling them as close as I could in the bargain.

They shivered against my, cuddling close for warmth and I wondered if I should build the fire up. But, I had already used half the wood I had managed to bring in. If we built up the fire, we would burn through it faster and have nothing left when we might need it.

Eventually, they stopped shivering and I stopped feeling the chill from their skin and was able to relax and enjoy the feel of them squished pleasantly against me. I still wasn't any closer to deciding whether I preferred Bianca's massive melons or Amber's appetizing apples as they both felt really fucking nice against my sides.

"I meant what I said earlier," Bianca broke into my reverie.

"Hmm?"

"Watching the two of you make love." Bianca said. "You are two of my favorite people. I love you both so much. It was beautiful watching you make each other feel so good."

"Mmm."

"I didn't feel jealous at all." Bianca said. "It was strange. I would think I would have. I did before. Why do you think that is?"

"I don't know." Amber said. "But, then I didn't think it should have bothered you before. Maybe you're growing up."

"Maybe we both are." Bianca said sternly.

I laid there and figured that the best thing about having two women was they could talk to each other and leave me the fuck out of it.

"About what we talked about." Amber said. "I think you should. And before things change."

"If they are going to change, it would be better to let them without those complications." Bianca said. "But, what about you, Llamita?"

"I don't know." Amber shook her head. "I'll have to think about it."

I didn't have the slightest idea what they were talking about, but I wished they would get it all out and over with so they could shut the fuck up. My eyes were drooping shut and a nice nap sounded like a good plan. Hell, it might even let me forget how hungry I was getting.

"I love you, Llamita." Bianca said.

"I love you, Meja." Amber said.

"I love you, Amante." Bianca leaned up and kissed my cheek.

"Me too." Amber leaned up and kissed the other side.

I bit down the impulse to call out "Good night, Jon Boy."

"I love you." I murmured.

"I think he meant you." Bianca said.

"No, he meant you."

"Oh, for fuck's sake." I said. "I meant both of you crazy bitches. Now shush."

It was quiet for maybe twenty beats of my heart.

"See?" Amber said. "You're Bitch. I'm Puta. So, he meant you."

"Oh, Jesus." I sat up. "I'm gonna go out."

"Um, maybe we should go with you and help?" Bianca said, as I rolled over and hopped to the door, careful to keep my hurt leg from so much as touching.

"Nope." I said as I grabbed the short shovel. "I've got a crutch."

And I would be fucked if I was going to let them keep pattering at me while I pissed.

Bianca had been right, I decided as I shut the door, it was fucking colder. A lot colder. The wind was like an icy scalpel slicing into my flesh as I stood there with my balls hanging out and not at all happy about it.

It was slow going, but I carefully made my way with one good leg and both hands on the grip of the shovel. I looked up at the clouds overhead as I let go the stream I had been holding. 

They seemed even thicker. Maybe that was why it seemed so cold, the sunlight couldn't get through to warm us. I hoped like hell it didn't start snowing again. If it did, we probably were fucked. And not in a good way.

I was shivering violently by the time I made it back to the door. So violently, it took me two tries to get it opened.

Amber and Bianca were sitting up, covered by the sleeping bag except for their heads, and were sharing a gentle kiss.

I set the shovel by the door and sank into one of the chairs by the table. Partially, I didn't want to interrupt them. Partially, it felt like too much effort to hop clear over there when there was a seat so much closer. I couldn't seem to stop shivering as I sat in a half stupor and watched them.

As one those two heads, one covered in flame and one in shadow, turned to me. I watched as they let that blanket fall away to reveal their bodies, full and slender, with pale and dark skin. Then, they were on their hands and knees, crawling towards me, stalking me, light eyes and dark focused on me. A hound upon the trail of a scent and a cat that had spotted some prey. Some trembling need to flee flared up inside me and then withered.

"Come to the fire where it is warm." The one said.

"Come, warm yourself beside us." The other crooned.

Their hands were so warm as they slid up my chilled thighs and then higher to my stomach and chest.

"Come with us, Amante."

"Yes, come. Come with us and wrap yourself in our bodies."

I stood and felt a dim flare of pain in my leg. It didn't matter. They were so warm and inviting and I was so very cold.

They helped me to lie down upon the soft waiting blanket and their warm, soft hands were touching me, caressing me. And everywhere they touched, the shivering eased. The chill released me.

Then, the darker one, made of shadows it seemed, took up a long feather with an eye on the end and trailed it along my body.

"Warm him with your flame." She looked across me at the other one.

Flames should feel harder, sharper, not so soft, I thought as the fiery one climbe astride me and sank down on my, covering my body with hers. God, it felt so good! The last of my shivers died, the last of the chill left me.

And my mind cleared.

"Better?" Amber asked.

"Uh huh." I nodded.

"You scared us, Amante." Bianca said.

"Why?" I blinked at her.

"You were so cold and not making any sense." Amber said.

"What? Did I say something?" I asked.

"Yes." Bianca said. "I don't know what. I didn't even recognize the language."

"Why did you touch me with that stupid feather?" I asked.

"What?" Bianca blinked and frowned. "It's over on the table. Do you want me to go get it?"

"No. It can watch from there."

"Brandon, you're scaring me. You're not talking sense."

I looked up at wide green eyes.

"Then stop my mouth from talking." I said as I leaned up and touched my lips to hers.

"Mmph." Amber pulled away.

"So good." I said. "So warm."

"I think he needs this." Bianca said. "Go ahead, Llamita. Warm him up."

With a glance at Bianca, Amber kissed me hesitantly and began to run her hands over me. I felt a stirring between my legs as the last of the killing cold left me to bask in her warmth. I twitched my hips and her breath caught as my tip touched between her legs.

"I love you." I whispered. "I love you."

Amber sighed and melted against me.

"Bianca, where is the strap-on?" I asked.

"It's over there. Why?"

"Get it, please."

Amber pulled back and looked at me quizzically. Bianca picked up the strap-on and held it, looking at me as well.

"Put it on." I said.

Amber began to breath heavier as I held her against me while we watched Bianca sort out the straps and fasten it around her. It was barely big enough to fit and the leather bit into her delightful flesh as she fastened it in place.

"Your love has a cock now." I whispered. "Does it excite you seeing Bianca with a thick cock sticking out in front of her as if you excited her and made her hard?"

Amber's breath quickened and I felt her squirm against me and her delicate petals opened allowing my tip to slip inside. Wetness ran down to coat my hard shaft and I twitched my hips again to get a better seat up inside her.

"You'll need some of that lube you used yesterday." I nodded at the table.

Amber gasped and her black pupils grew to blot out the green. Her hips moved and I felt myself slip deeper.

"The same one? Or the other bottle?" Bianca said uncertainly.

"Same one." I said.

"But, that says it's for-"

"Do it, Bitch." I growled.

"Oh, shit." Amber panted. "Oh fuck."

"Puta?" Bianca asked, picking up the bottle of lubricant she had used on the butt plug, the bottle that was for anal.

"Yes." Amber hissed. "Please."

I watched as Bianca crossed back to us, that phallus bouncing in front of her, and the bottle in her hand.

"Use a lot." I said. "More than you think you need."

"I'm not sure about this." Bianca said.

Amber whimpered and set her forehead against my chest and began grinding her pussy on my cock.

"Please." Amber whispered. "Please, do it."

"Just go slow." I said. "I know you'll be easy with her and not hurt her. You will make her very happy. She needs this from you."

I watched as Bianca tipped the bottle over the latex dong and began drizzling it. The viscous liquid seemed to roll down the shaft in a mimicry of what I could feel Amber doing to mine. Once the entire length was glistening with a thick coat, I nodded at her. Bianca still looked a little troubled as she knelt behind Amber.

"Tell her what you want." I whispered.

"Please, Meja." Amber whispered. "Please. I want to feel your tits on my back as you fuck me with your cock."

"Just go slow and easy." I whispered. "It's no bigger than what you had her put up there yesterday."

"That was different." Bianca said, still looking unsure.

"Do it, bitch." I commanded. "Fuck your Puta."

Amber quivered against me and plunged hard down the length of my cock.

"Be still, Puta." Bianca snapped. "You'll hurt yourself."

Amber bit down on my shoulder and I could feel her strain not to move as the dirty talk and the promise of what was about to occur inflamed her.

Her head snapped back and both her mouth and her eyes opened wide as I felt something pressing along the underside of my shaft and I knew that Bianca was easing the phallus in her ass.

"Oh fuck." Amber panted. "Oh shit."

"Are you all right, Puta?" Bianca asked worriedly.

"Lean over me." Amber whined. "Let me feel your tits."

Bianca leaned close, close enough that when she breathed out through her nose, the wind of it just touched Amber's skin before I was breathing it in mine.

"Oh God." Amber said. "Fuck me, Meja. Fuck me good, Bitch."

"Slow at first." I said.

I felt Bianca pull back, felt the harness along the underside of my cock through the wall of flesh separating us between Amber's pussy and ass. Then forward again. Back. Forward. Back.

"Fuck. Shit. God damn." Amber panted and started to move sandwiched between our bodies.

"Say it, Bitch." I demanded.

"I love you, Llamita." Bianca whispered.

"Puta." Amber shook her head. "Call me Puta."

"I love you, Puta." Bianca smiled.

"I love you, Puta." I offered.

Amber squealed and began to plunge wildly pancaked between the two of us. I watched her beautiful face twist in ecstasy until she bit down on my chest once more. A hot flood of liquid scalded my thighs to below my knees and her movements stilled.

"Pull out." I smiled at Bianca. "She's done."

"'m okay." Amber said tiredly. "You don't have to stop. I'll catch back up."

Bianca and I shared a grin as I felt that hard length withdraw. Then it was my turn and I lifted Amber off my hard, throbbing cock and laid her gently down beside me. Amber mumbled a complaint, but I noticed her eyes, her glorious eyes, didn't open.

"Take that contraption off and come here, sweet Bianca." I said.

"That's not my name." Bianca grinned at me as she unfastened the strap-on and let it fall.

"We can play that game some other time." I shook my head. "Please, my beautiful, sweet, dear Bianca, come to me. Share that beautiful body with me."

If Bianca was disappointed that I didn't want to call her dirty names anymore at the moment, her shy smile didn't hint at it as she knelt slowly across my thighs. I sat up to meet her and cupped her face with my hand.

"I love you, Bianca." I said. "We can play whatever games you wish. I will call you names if that is what you want. I'll talk dirty to you. Whatever you want. But, at the end of the day, I love you with everything that is in me and just want to share this wonderful, magnificent body in whatever way you will."

Bianca's eyes seemed to glow as she leaned forward and then disappeared behind those lovely long lashes as her lips touched mine. I drew her with me as I laid back and felt her pillowy breasts mash against my chest.

My cock seemed to thrum with my need and I hoped that I would be able to hold off long enough. The feeling of her short thick fingers wrapping around me almost undid me. And then her glorious warmth engulfing me did.

I felt a spurt spray out of me, deep inside of her and then another and another even as she began to move.

But, the friction of our bodies kept me from going soft. And I didn't want the moment to end so soon, so I didn't say a thing. I spared a thought to wonder just how long I could keep from going soft and then set it from my mind as I gave myself over completely to the enjoyment of her soft, lush body.

Her soft ass filled my hand to overflowing and much more besides as I gripped it with my left. Her hard nipple pressed against my right palm as her lush full tit flowed around the sides of my hand with more still that it couldn't reach. Her soft pouty lips cushioned mine completely as her lusterous black hair swept too and fro like a window curtain in a breeze.

"God, you are so sexy." I groaned into her mouth. "I love you, Bianca. I love you."

She sat up on me then, and I reluctantly let her ass move atop me untouched as my left hand drifted around to join my right. Her hands raised to press mine more firmly against her full tits as she bounced with more and more fervor, plunging her feminine sex the length of my rekindled maleness.

"Te amo, amante." Bianca panted. "Te amo demasiado."

I didn't know exactly what the words meant, but I had a pretty good idea as I felt her tremble and clench around me.

"I love you." I replied. "Stay with me. Stay with me forever."

Bianca cried out and stiffened, and then her body sank down against my hands, pressing the flesh of her full mounds yet more out the sides of my hands. I let her down gently and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close while I felt myself still hard inside her.

"You didn't cum." She said after a moment.

"I did." I said. "But, you are so incredibly sexy that I'm still hard."

Bianca gasped and pulled back to look me in the eye.

"You mean that?" Bianca asked. "You think I am so sexy that you came and are still hard?"

"I do." I said. "You are so incredible that I would bet that you could make me cum again with very little effort. And maybe even a third time if you wanted to."

I felt her hips begin to move once more.

"You make me feel beautiful, amante." She sighed. "I feel sexy. You make me so hot. Do you feel how hot I am for you?"

"Show me." I moaned as I pressed her breast up and tilted my head to reach her nipple.

"Ai." Bianca gasped. "Not there. They are sensative."

I smiled at this new secret and placed my lips over the tight tip and suckled. Bianca rewarded me with a shudder and a fresh wetness coated my shaft as her pussy clenched at me.

"Madre de dios." Bianca moaned. "What you do to me, you are as evil as Llamita."

"I'll take that as a compliment." I said with a grin and shifted to her other breast.

"No mas." Bianca pulled away from my questing lips with a shudder. "Please, no more."

"Yes, more." I said as I looked at her, silouhetted against the fire. "Always more. I will never get enough of you."

Bianca's thighs trembled and her massive mammaries shook as her tight pussy spasmed and milked at me. A snarl twisted her beautiful lips as her hips began to grind against me, back and forth.

"You're going to make me cum again." I gasped as I felt it boiling up inside me. "Here it comes. Here it comes."

A hard twitch spasmed inside her as hot cum sprayed from my cock for a second time.

"Did you feel that?" I panted. "You just made me cum a second time, you sexy bitch."

Bianca cried out and her hips gave one last twitch before she collapsed on top of me again. I loved the feel of her weight pressing down on me as she panted for breath. I felt sad as she rolled off of me.




Valentine Vengeance



"God." Bianca gasped. "I'm glad you love Llamita too. I'm not sure I could keep up. If you've got any more, give it to her."

"Fuck you." Amber said. "I'm worn the fuck out. As much as I love you two, if either of you comes near my pussy right now, when I get the energy, I will get one of those vibrators and cram it up your ass. That was really hot, though."

"I thought you were sleeping, Llamita."

"I am. But, I just had to watch. Now shut the fuck up and cuddle. I'm going to."

Amber snuggled up against my side not occupied by Bianca and I smiled as my heavy lids shut out the flickering lights and shadows dancing on the ceiling. If they said anything else, I didn't hear it.

I woke to a knife sharp chill all through my body. I opened my eyes on blackness. The fired had burnt out and Amber and Bianca were shivering violently against my sides. I imagined I could see a lighter grey plume of my breath against the stygian darkness.

I rose and felt my way in the darkness until my thick clumsy fingers smacked into rough bark. My hand closed on the log and I carried it back to the fireplace, bumping against Bianca as I went. She didn't wake or so much as stir.

This was bad. This was really bad.

I set the chunk of wood in the pit and felt no warmth from what I had hoped were still embers buried under the ashes.

Really, really bad.

I fumbled for the matches and had to struggle to pull one of the long sticks out. I set it against what I thought was the rough striking surface on the top and drug it across it. Nothing. I tried twice more and felt the tip snap off across the back of my fingers.

I tried to pull out another one and dropped the long rectangular box from numb fingers. The clatter of the wooden sticks seemed loud in the darkness. I managed to find the box and picked up one of the too small splinters of wood by touch.

I saw a spark as I drug it and then a brilliant flame seemed to burn my eyes. I blinked and saw a white shadow against my eyelids as I sat and held the burning match. I glanced at the two girls by the light and they looked so still and their lips looked blue.

I could fix this. I would fix this. I had to fix this. I flicked some bark loose from the log and held the match to it. The flame burned along the stick towards my fingers, but the bark didn't turn red, didn't show a hint of catching the flame.

I needed another match. I let go of the one just before the flame reached my fingers and turned to the pile just as the light flickered and died.

I was tired. So very tired. And hungry. I held the thin stick in my fingers and decided to rest for just a minute before I tried to strike this one.

"No!" I yelled and forced my eyes open. If I fell asleep, none of us would ever wake. I knew it in my bones.

I struck the match and thrust it at the bark. I didn't wait to see if it caught, but reached for another match and then another. The flame of the three combined did what I needed and the bark turned cherry red before they went out.

I blew on the glowing bark and flicked some more loose from the log with my thumbnail. I groaned as the red glow faded and reached for another match.

My body was so heavy that I lost my balance and fell over. I felt the bones of an ankle beneath my face, but couldn't tell if it belonged to Amber or Bianca. The struggle to sit back up was hard, too hard. The darkness seemed to reach out and swallow me.

I'm sorry, I thought, as it claimed me.

I opened my eyes to a bright white room leaning against a column sheathed in marble. I felt something odd and glanced down to see two golden arrows embedded next to each other in my chest.

"What the fuck?!"

"You lost, sugar?" A familiar voice asked.

I looked towards the voice and there was Marge sitting on a marble throne. I couldn't see the tattoos though, and her voluptous figure was draped in a white cloth.

A peacock roosted on the back of her throne and as I watched, it's tail lifted and fanned at me and I couldn't shake the feeling that thirteen eyes in addition to it's normal pair looked back at me.

Amber and Bianca stood before her and to either side of the throne, both also draped in white and each of them had two golden arrows in their chest as well.

Someone shoved past me and I watched a slender young man with long blonde curls walk past and up the stairs, carrying a golden bow.

"Well, mother?" A soft baritone asked.

"Very nicely done, Erin." Marge laughed. "Very nicely done. Your father could not have done better."

"I could have split the first arrow with the second." The young man shrugged. "But, I thought you might like this better. I just shaved off the fletching as I ran the second down the length of the first."

"Yes, Erin." Marge said. "As I said, very nicely done. Why don't you go see your wife. You know how she gets when you aren't near her since she is not allowed to look at you."

"Yes, mother." The young man glanced at me and I sucked in a breath. Where his eyes should have been were black pits with pinpricks of white light.

Then, he turned and disappeared.

"Come join us." Marge said. "Take your place between flame and shadow. Stand between your two loves and let me look at you for a moment as a complete set."

I did as she bade and glanced at the two as I stepped between them. I felt a flash of disappointment that neither turned their gaze on me, but kept their eyes on Marge.

"Yup, I was right," Marge said after a moment. "You are all kinds of a stud, aren't you? I'm almost tempted to try you out for myself."

I glanced at the two women beside me and their eyes glittered with rage.

"No." I said.

"No?" Marge thundered. "No?! You dare tell me no here in my own domain?"

"Not without their permission." I said sturdily. "Both of them."

Green eyes and brown flickered towards me and some of the heat left their gaze if none of the steel.

Marge threw her head back and laughed.

"I could take him, you know." Marge said. "I could strip away every thought of you two bitches and leave him with nothing but the desire to please me until I tired of him."

"You could." I said. "But, why would you want to? I'm no stud. Hell, I'm the ugliest one of my friends, so I'm sure there are lots of better looking guys out there. Better lovers too. With all of them to choose from, why would you settle for me?"

Marge looked at me for a span of time that seemed unending and meaningless. Finally, she leaned back with a smile.

"Don't sell yourself short, sugar britches." She said. "From everything I saw, and I watched it all, you did just fine."

I felt my face heat at the compliment.

"Thanks, but it was them who brought it out of me." I said. "Without them, I'm just another guy. Nothing special."

"True." Marge nodded. "Very true. Smart of you to realize it. All right then, you turkeys have a choice. You can go with him, or you can go back."

I glanced and saw a tall, handsome man holding a scythe.

"You mean we can choose to die or go back and live, don't you." I said flatly.

"Pish." Marge said. "You mortals. It's just a transition. You all will make it. It's just a matter of when."

"So, why would we choose now instead of later?" I asked.

"Well, you see, it's a funny thing about my son's arrows." Marge said. "They fade. If you look down, you'll see they aren't as solid as they were, even just from when you got here."

I glanced down to see that she was telling the truth. I could see the white marble floor faintly through them.

"Their points will never be so sharp." Marge said. "You will never feel them so fully as you do now. Don't you ever wonder why tales of love always end with the lovers riding off into the sunset? It's because with every sunrise following, their love will wane more and more. And who wants to hear that?

"No." Marge said, shaking her head. "Better to just stop where you are and enjoy the memory for eternity and let your tale join others that have been told across time than fade away into obscurity."

I glanced to my left and right and could almost see what she meant. Almost before my eyes, I could see the passing of time weathering and aging the beauties beside me. Bianca grew softer and rounder and her breasts sagged and became baby chewed. Amber's fiery tresses became lined and her flat belly softened and swelled. We would fight. How could we not seeing how we started? The passion would fade and our love making would never be as it had been that long miraculous day with long days and even weeks between sessions.

Yet, I knew that there would be more happiness mixed in with the sorrows. And I knew that my eyes would never wander, for I knew that any other that I found would face the same trial of time.

Hell, I was a farmer from a long line of farmers. If I knew anything, it was to build anything, you had to put in the long hours, and days, and weeks, and even months into making it grow. And then harvest it at the right time.

We weren't ripe. We would be little more than seed corn if we allowed ourselves to be harvested now.

"Thank you, but no." I said firmly. "I want to live for awhile with these two yet. I want to make babies with them that will grow up learning how to love from watching us. And who knows? Maybe we will be that tale that doesn't end with the sunset but carries on into the next sunrise and the next and the next. A shining example for all the lovers who follow us to measure themselves against."

Chocolate and emerald eyes finally turned their full regard on me and on each other.

"I do want to go back with you." I said. "But, I don't want to without you. It's your call. Your choice."

Slowly, she nodded her dark head and then her red head followed suit.

"You have our answer." I said. "Send us back."

"On your own heads be it, then." Marge sighed. "I can't help you little fuckers again. The queen bitch is watching. You're on your own if you fuck it up this time."

Then the bitch leaned back and kicked me in the chest! Right between those two fucking arrows!

I blinked and there was a dim red glow in the darkness. I glanced beside me and saw that the several pieces of bark I had scraped off were umber.

I blew on them and scooped up four more matches and set them against the chips. The sulfuric heads burst into flame and I watched the tiny hope spread.

"Come on, you fucking bitch." I muttered. "Burn, motherfucker, burn."

Gradually, bit by bit, the small flame spread and danced it's way to the bark still on the log. The tension in me didn't ease until I saw it spread from the hard bark to the softer wood. I retrieved two more logs and set them atop it then sat and stared at the tousled black and red heads just visible at the top of the blanket, leaning against each other.

When had they moved? I had gotten up from between them and there had been plenty of room. Now, there didn't look as if there were room for me to stick so much as my arm between them.

But, I felt my heart soar. They had moved. They had moved! They were still with me.

I sat by the fire and split my attention between tending it and watching them until it was roaring cheerily once more.

Exhausted and aching with the cold, I crawled between them and gently pushed until I had room to lie down once more. They were both chilled and shivering. But, they were still with me, damn it. And I was going to keep it that way.

"I love you." I said as I captured one in each arm. "And I'm not ever giving up. We will make this work damn it. We will."

I don't know how, but we made it through the coldest night that area had ever seen, the three of us nestled together like a bundle of puppies. The last stick of wood I had managed to save was burning away merrily and I was eyeing the table and chairs when we heard something outside.

"God damn it, boy." My father bellowed as the door crashed against the wall and he bent his head throught the doorframe. "What the hell damn fool stunt did you pull?"

"Hi, Dad." I said. "I guess I kind of fucked up my leg again. By the way, this is Amber and Bianca, the women that are going to give you grandchildren."

That cooled his jets for a minute and I hugged them close to me as he gaped at the three of us while the two girls giggled together against my chest.

"You can't marry two women, son!" Dad said. "That's just not done."

I opened my mouth to argue with him. Amber, though, interrupted me.

"Who said anything about marriage?" Amber asked. "I'm not going to stand in a church and let some fool preacher pronounce me anything. I'm going to be with Brandon and Bianca because I damn well want to be. Not because anybody tells me I have to be."

I thought about arguing with Amber, but decided to shut the fuck up. I just wanted them in my life and didn't give a shit how.

"By, the way, Dad." I said. "We want to live here together. In this house."

"Here?" Dad said. "In your great-great-great grandfather's house? You want to live in sin here?"

"Well, I would at least like to go to town and warm up and get some food." Bianca said. "And maybe some clothes, if that isn't too much trouble. We are all naked under this blanket."

Dad opened his mouth a few times and then stormed back out the door. I about half wondered if he was going to leave us all there to freeze to death, but he came back with my coveralls and a blanket and stood just inside the door and pulled his own off.

"You three get yourselves covered." He growled. "I'll be out in the damn truck to take these young women home."

He hadn't said anything about where he would take me and I wondered if I would survive my adventure after all we had made it through.

The girls wore the coveralls and I slipped my all but forgotten underwear on and pulled the blanket around my shoulders. They had to help me hop out to the big Dually pick up where Dad waited.

"Boy, what damn fool thing did you do?" Dad said in a very different tone of voice once we were all in.

"He may have broke it again trying to take care of us." Amber said. "We wouldn't have survived if he hadn't.

My father hemmed and hawed and let the matter drop. For the moment. I knew he was going to give me an earful once we were alone.

It wasn't until we pulled up in front of Bianca's house that I started thinking about facing the girl's families. But, Bianca took the matter out of my hands when she slipped out and closed the door without letting either Amber or I even try to accompany her. I'm not sure if either of us would have, since her mother came out on the porch and stood scowling at us all with her arms folded until Bianca reached her.

Amber did the same thing to me at her house. But, her father had stepped off the porch and was marching towards the truck when Amber reached him and got in his way, shoving him back.

My father did the coolest thing he had ever done for me and drove away, even though I'm sure he considered shoving me out the door to let Mr. Brighton have me. 

I would have to deal with him eventually and Bianca's family as well. I meant what I had told their sleeping forms, that I wasn't going to give up and I was never going to let them go. But, another day, any other day, would be better to meet their families.

I expected Dad to start tearing long bloody stips off me immediately, but he just drove in silence over to old Doc Gregory's. Doc told him the best thing to do was to take me home and make me stay off it until the weather cleared and then take me in to the hospital thirty miles away since he might have to cut on me depending how bad it was.

Jack and Cory were at the house and full of "I told you" until Dad ran them off, threatening to pull off his belt and beat all three of us right there in the front yard for the neighbors entertainment.

Mom alternated scolding with hugs until I wasn't sure I wouldn't have rather Dad got his belt out on the front lawn instead. Then she fed me and afterwards drew a hot bath for me and left me to soak in luxurious steamy warmth with the bathroom heater going full blast.

The temperature outside had been rising steadily since the sun had come up and you would almost swear you could see steam coming up off snow that you were just sure you could see shrinking before your eyes.

By Tuesday, the snow was all but gone. But, instead of going to school, I was taken in to the hospital where they cut the fiberglass off me and took x-rays and figured out that I had fucked up my leg. They knocked me out and cut me open and bolted the fucker together.

By the time I walked back out the hospital on Thursday, there were only small patches of white tucked back between buildings where the sun couldn't reach to show it had ever happened.

I was still tired and druggy and shrugged off going to school on Friday in favor of sleeping the day away.

By Friday evening, though, I was missing the girls something fierce. I tried calling and got hung up on at each house. I kept trying across Saturday and Sunday several times with the same result.

Word got around, as it often did in that small town. At school, the wall separating us was still there and, if anything, even thicker. Beth told Jack that the librarians were combing through everything she brought to the girls from their teachers.

Jack and Cory told me that they had gone to the dance, intending to eventually get a group to go sit at the edge of town and drink while waiting for Amber and Bianca to walk in just as we had planned. They were inside when the storm blew in and that was why they didn't realize it had for an hour. No one in the gym had realized it was happening until it was too late. By the time they had gotten word to my dad, the town had been truly socked in by winds they said had pegged seventy with gusts up to eighty.

And, they were both still full of "I told you!"

In retrospect, even I could admit that it hadn't been the brightest idea I had ever come up with. It didn't even feel like it was me who had insisted. But, that's just crazy. Everyone knows that there aren't any gods or fates or anything throwing the dice with our lives. Shit happens and we decided what we will do with it when it does. Everything else is just bullshit exccuses that people come up with because they don't want to take responsibility... no matter what fucked up dream I had when I was riding the ragged edge freezing to death.

As far as getting me in touch with Amber and Bianca, Cory and Jack insisted that they were out. Period.

"Not on your life." Jack said. "My folks have made it perfectly clear that it will be worth mine if I go anywhere near either of those two again. And I think they mean it."

"Fuck off" was all Cory would say whenever the topic came up. I didn't understand just why he was so pissed about it all at the time, but I eventually began to suspect he had had some hope of Amber for himself.

I didn't tell him that Bianca was part of the package. Maybe I should have, but somehow it just didn't seem right to go talking about them to someone that wasn't there to see it. It wasn't so much that it was their secret to tell, although I guess it was. It was more... well, how do you describe a sunset behind a rainbow to a blind man?

I was forced back on my own resources to try and contact the women who had come to mean more than life itself to me.

On the upside, having my leg cut open and the bones bolted might have seemed like the wrong direction, but it actually sped up the time until I was able to get out of the fucking casts. Which got me behind the wheel of my truck by April. The first of April to be exact.

I drove to Bianca's home first and was greeted by her father holding a baseball bat. Mr. Perez was a small, wiry man with green tattos decorating his outsized arms as his hands twisted on chunk of wood in his hands. But, I didn't care if he treated me like a pinata.




Valentine Vengeance



"What the fuck are you planning?" Cory eyed me suspiciously.

"I'll show you." I said.

When we pulled around the privacy fence running in front of the store that we had only driven past and heard about in whispers that bordered on legends, my palms were sweating. It was one thing to make up my mind to go to such a place, but it was something else entirely to actually go in.

"You lost, sugar?" A voice called to us from somewhere as we paused just inside to wait for our eyes to adjust.

"Nope, we're good." I said as I made out a big woman with tattoos on her arms and a nose ring behind the counter.

"That so?" She asked. "You got to be eighteen to come in here. You boys have any I.D.?"

"I'm not eighteen yet." Cory said. "I'll wait in the truck."

"I'll wait with him." Jack said. "I still think you're crazy."

Jack was damn near nineteen having had to repeat first grade and I suspected just didn't want to show his driver's license. I wasn't actually too wild about it myself, but I was on a mission and pulled my license out and held it up in front of the woman.

"All right." She didn't so much as look at it, but nodded at me.

I looked around and was overwhelmed. 

Jack's dad had a magazine that we looked at sometimes and Cory's dad had a film that we had managed to sneak the projector out to watch once. I knew, intellectually, that there were other things, and was in fact there for those other things. But, nothing had prepared me for the sheer volume and variety of merchandise in that unassuming building.

There were rows and rows of magazines I hadn't ever even heard of. Several, I was just as happy not getting a closer look based on the titles and what I could see of the pictures from where I stood.

Across the aisle, there were rows of movies facing the magazines. And that was just the first aisle just inside the door!

"You looking for something specific, sweet cheeks?" The woman asked. "Or did you just come in on a dare from your friends?"

"What? No." I blinked at her. "It wasn't a dare. I need something."

"Hon, trust me." She leaned over the counter showing a stupendous amount of cleavage. "Nobody needs what I sell here. They may want it. They may like it. But, they don't need it. Why don't you go home and ask out a nice girl for the Valentine's dance?"

It was weird hearing such a mothering tone from a woman I was going crosseyed trying not to stare at her tattoos or her tits. I was almost sure they were exposing nipple as they pressed against the counter she was leaning over.

"I did." I said. "Two of them. Well, not nice exactly. And I need one of those, what do you call it? A dildo that they put on like they have a dick?"

The woman's eyes got wide as she sat back and then she threw back her head and laughed until she broke off in a hacking cough.

"Well, aren't you just the stud." She said when she caught her breath. "Strap-ons are over on that fifth aisle. You can't miss them."

She was right about that!

"Holy fucking shit." I whispered as I looked at row upon row of various makes and models of strap-ons.

Some vibrated. Some rotated. Some both vibrated and rotated. There was even one that had two dicks one above the other!

Even discounting those, there were a variety of sizes from a little nub no bigger than my thumb to one that was twenty-four inches long and about as big around as my wrist that made me question my size in a way the locker room hadn't.

"Take some advice from Marge, kid." I glanced over at the woman looking at me and grinning. "Pick one just a little smaller than you."

Just then a guy walked in and I felt a little embarrassed to be seen there. It was foolish, I guess, since he was obviously a customer as well. But, standing there at the strap-on dildos while he walked over to the selection of movies just creeped me out a little.

I grabbed a box and walked over to the counter. Marge picked it up and looked at it.

"Really? That big, huh?"

I glanced over my shoulder at the guy, who was looking at the magazines now and obviously ignoring us, and then peered at the one I had grabbed. It wasn't the biggest and it wasn't the smallest and, while I had never measured, it looked about right, so I nodded.

"Sugar, if it doesn't work out with those two, I get off at one." Marge winked at me. "But, I think you're missing a few things."

"Huh?" I blinked at her. "No, that's what I had in mind."

"Well, sure it is, sugar." Marge said. "But, you need a couple more things to go with it. You just trust old Marge now. I'll get you set up for a night all three of you will remember forever."

I watched in consternation as Marge came out from behind the counter, having to turn sideways and scrapping both her ample ass and her ballon boobs across both sides of the opening in the process.

"Now, first off, you got to make sure whatever hole that thing is going in is good and slick. You don't want anybody getting hurt after all."

I tried to stop the one woman avalanche, but wasn't sure how to explain just what I wanted it for. I didn't actually figure anyone was going to be using it on anybody. It was in the nature of a prop, damn it!

But, there was no stopping Marge as I was pulled along in her wake, although I did consider forgetting about it and making a run for it at several points.

By the time we made it back to the counter, three vibrators, two dildos (one double ended), a butt plug (whatever that was for), two big bottles of two different kinds of lubricant ("one for the puss and one for the hershey highway, don't you know"), six packages of batteries, two pairs of nipple clamps with bells, and a three foot peacock feather joined the strap-on on the counter.

I tried again to tell Marge that I really, really didn't need all that stuff, but she kept talking the entire time she was ringing it up.

"Now, are you sure you don't need some of our magazines to give you three love birds ideas what to do with this stuff?" Marge asked. "Or a movie maybe to set the mood?"

"I'm sure." I said, getting desperate. "But, I really don't think-"

Marge hit a button and suddenly lights started flashing and a siren went off. I probably would have bolted if my leg hadn't been in a walking cast and achy from having walked all over the damn store. Twice for some aisles. As it was, I froze and stared dumbly at Marge as she grinned at me.

"Congratulations, sugar!" Marge yelled over the siren. "You are our one thousandth customer! Hang on just a second!"

She killed the siren and I glanced around to see no less than eight people in the store with us now and all staring at me. 

I fought the urge to pull my jacket over my head, and for the first time in memory wasn't proud of my letter jacket with my number stitched loud and proud on the sleeve. I would have gladly traded it for something a little more inconspicuous.

"Now, then. There is a coupon for half off your purchase for being the one thousandth customer. Oh, I almost forgot those are buy one get one free..."

I felt sweat trickle down the back of my neck as Marge punched more buttons and remembered more discounts and punched yet more buttons, talking all the while.

"Oh, shoot." Marge said. "I almost forgot. You'll be needing condoms."

"No!" I yelled. "I mean, no. They pass them out at school. And I really don't-"

"You sure you got enough, studmuffin?" Marge asked. "Remember now, you'll want to put a fresh one on everything before you put it in a different hole."

"I'm sure I have more than enough." I said. I wasn't planning on needing any! "Now, please, I don't-"

"All right, then. If you're sure." Marge said and hit a final button. "Your total is twenty dollars."

"Wait, what?" I blinked stupidly. "But, the strap-on alone was sixty."

"Well, I can ring it all up again if you want me to double check." Marge said and prepared to do just that.

"No!" I yelled. "No. Here. Here's your money."

I thrust a twenty dollar bill at her and grabbed the big bag she had stuffed everything in and hobbled towards the door. There were now twelve people in the store, one a woman, and I could feel the eyes of all of them between my shoulder blades.

"Thank you for shopping Mighty Aphrodite's Hidey Hole." Marge called as I shoved out the door almost running over a slender young guy trying to come in. "Come back and see us again, sugar!"

"Start the truck!" I yelled at Jack. "Start the fucking truck!"

Jack jumped and reached to crank it over. 

"Are the cops coming?" Cory asked nervously as he opened the door and scooted over to the middle.

"Just get us the fuck out of here!" I yelled as I jumped in and slammed the door behind me. "Fucking drive, man! Go! Go! Go!"

Jack spun the steering like an expert wheelman leaving a bank robbery and slung gravel all down the inside of the privacy fence. I didn't breathe easy until we were out from behind it and headed down the road. 

And I swore that nothing, not a million dollars or a threat on my life, would ever get me to go back there.

"Are the cops coming or something?" Jack asked, speeding just a little and looking in his rearview mirror.

"No." I started laughing as the tension ran out of me. "No. I just had to get out of that insane place and away from crazy Marge."

"Oh." Jack said, slowing back down under the speed limit and pointing us towards home.

"Dude, why is there a peacock feather in my face?" Cory asked, brushing it away.

"Man, I don't even fucking know." I said. "You guys would have had to have been there."

Nothing would do but that I recount the entire adventure for them as we drove down the highway towards home and we were all laughing. Even I could admit it was funny once I'd escaped Marge's clutches.

"But, you got what you were after." Cory said and the laughter died.

"Yeah, I got it."

"I have to say, I'm still not a fan." Cory said. "I think you should forget about the dog collars and definately forget that stuff."

"I'm giving them the dog collars." I said firmly. "I want them to know just what kind of bitches I see them as."

But, I had to admit, if only to myself, that I was having second thoughts about the strap-on if not for the same reason. 

I didn't know exactly what Marge had been up to. I had suspected her of padding the sale until everything she had saddled me with had come out to only a third of the cost of what I had originally gone in for. The one thing she had hammered on over and over and over again was making sure everyone had a good time.

Even the collective name of all the items, "toys", evoked play. And what I had in mind was not play. Or even intended to be sexual.

Maybe, just maybe, the whole thing was a bad idea and I should forget it.

No! Against all the odds stacked against us, we had gotten this far with the plan. And those bitches had it coming. I would see it through.

Just maybe without the sexual "toys".

"Let's put this stuff out at the farm." I said. "I don't want to risk my Mom seeing it."

"Hey, dude." Jack grinned at me. "Your mom might thank you for them."

"If you weren't driving, I would knock the shit out of you." I glared at Jack.

"That's why I said it while I'm driving."

"I'm still a little confused what the peacock feather is for." Cory said.

"You and me both, brother." I shook my head. "You and me both."

Friday the thirteenth, the day before Valentine's, dawned cool and clear. By the time school let out, early to give the girls plenty of time to get ready, the sun had warmed the town to a comfortable sixty-five degrees.

We dressed in our tuxedos at my house. Mom took pictures and said how handsome we all looked and that she was sorry we didn't have dates, but was glad we were going out to have a good time. She left the "finally returning to normal" unspoken, but I heard it anyway.

I almost called the whole thing off right there. Now that the moment had almost arrived, I wondered why not just have the guys pick up their dates and go to the dance. If Amber and Bianca got in a fight there, it would be in front of the whole school after all. I didn't really need to drag them five miles out of town and watch them fight, did I?

Some small, ugly part of me did. I couldn't be satisfied, my thirst for revenge couldn't be slaked, until they had demeaned themselves and taken the walk of shame I envisioned for them.

Cory and Jack left me out at the farm taking one last look around to go and pick up their putative dates.

The patch of mud we had made was wide enough to drive a car into and deep enough to cover the wheels as it sank in. I cut off the water and reeled the hose back inside the pump shed.

There was a rocking chair on one side of the porch and a half a cord of firewood on the other. Inside, there was a table with four hard wooden chairs around it and a bed that had seen better days. 

And my bag of toys sitting on the table.

I sat down at the table and started pulling items from the bag, the slightly bent peacock feather first, and laying them out on the table.

Then, I started opening the packages. 

I was little more than a virgin. Jen and I had done it a couple of times, but nothing we had done had given me any inkling about what one might need with all this stuff.

There were actually instructions in most of the packages and I entertained myself by putting batteries in the stuff that took batteries and glancing over the instructions and turning them on briefly, only to set them aside with a head shake and pick up another.

I had put one of the clamps on the tip of my finger and was tapping the bell with my other hand and smiling at a memory of Coach talking about "getting your bell rung" in football when I heard a faint horn.

I stood and looked out the window to see a familiar pick-up followed by an equally familiar car turning onto the dirt road. I paused and then picked up the strap-on and tucked it inside my jacket. 

Walking out onto the porch, I frowned at the thick heavy clouds that had rolled in while I was entertaining myself inside as the freshening wind that had carried them tugged at the lapels of my jacket. The wind was a bit chilly and smelled like rain at the least.

That wasn't in my plans for the evening.

As Cory and Jack pulled up on either side of the mudhole, I considered waving for them to wait and, once again, possibly calling the whole thing off.

Then Bianca stepped out of Jack's truck and I forgot how to breathe for a moment.

Not a hint of skin showed other than her face, her hands, and her ankles. But, the white long sleeved dress hugged every curve and made damn sure that anyone looking at her knew that she was a woman.

And what curves! At about five foot and an inch or two, she was stacked like the proverbial brick house and if her belly had just a touch of roundness to it, her chest and hips were round enough they would have looked strange without it.

Her long, raven dark hair curled in loose waves to frame her face and down her back and for just a moment I forgot I was looking at an enemy who had hurt me in the beautiful woman in front of me.

Her dark eyes were staring at me and her full lips were compressed in a tight line as Jack carefully backed up and drove away.

There was a loud, heated exchange in Cory's car punctuated by a slap loud enough that I winced and both Bianca and I looked over at the car.

Then Amber got out and I almost swallowed my tongue.

Amber's rich auburn tresses were piled up in an intricate hairdo atop her head and her green gown was slit low in the front and high on the sides showing a lot of her beautiful pale skin.

At just an inch or two under six foot in her heels, that dress showed her athletic figure to advantage. Amber had been a basketball and track star before "the incident" and her sleek body looked it.

She gave Bianca barely a glance before turning her emerald glare on me.

Cory wasn't as careful pulling away and mud spattered from beneath his tires onto Amber's bare leg as she stood hip shot with her arms folded across her stomach, staring at me. She didn't so much as flinch.

"Good evening, ladies." I said, the first words I had spoken to either in four months. "I'm sorry about the subterfuge, but I didn't think you would come if I asked. I'm also sorry that dancing won't be on the itinerary for the evening since I have this bum leg."

"Enough!" Amber yelled, her face coloring red that flowed down to her chest. "E-fucking-nough! We get it. Jesus Christ, we get it. We fucked up and you got hurt. Good God, Brandon. How fucking long do we have to pay for it? This whole God forsaken town has turned against us and won't let us forget. Even my own damn father. Put on your big boy panties and get over it already!"

Any thought about giving in to my doubts and letting it all go melted under the fury of Amber's tirade.

"Anything to add, Bianca?" I asked deceptively mild as I seethed inwardly.

"She fucked with me and I took care of business." Bianca said. "Simple as that. You didn't want to be in it, you should have moved."

"You didn't take care of shit, you cow tittied bitch!" Amber screeched. "I kicked your fat ass and I'll do it again!"

"Bring it, puta." Bianca said, turning to face Amber squarely.

"Oh, ladies." I said. "I just thought I should mention that I am not going to stop you. In fact, no one is around to stop you, or to get hurt by you, this time."

I held out my arms to indicate the lack of any other person for miles around, Jack and Cory having already disappeared up the road back to town. As I did, the strap-on dildo slipped out and fell to the ground.

"What the fuck is that?" Amber asked.

Both had looked a little uneasy and a sense of calculation had broken into the tension between them as each thought about what it meant when I pointed out that no one was around to stop them. Now, both were staring at the lump of leather and latex at my feet.

"What, this?" I bent down and picked it up so they both could see it clearly. "I thought we would make it interesting this time. Winner gets to fuck the loser."

With that, I pitched it out into the mud between them. Both stood frozen as they watched it arc through the air until their eyes met.

Suddenly, two beautiful women went swarming and diving into the mud in blatent disregard for their finery and it was on.

Neither could get the leverage to land a solid punch or kick and they fell back on grappling techniques, clutching and clawing at hair and clothes, as they slipped and slid in the muck.

"I don't think so, bitch!" Amber snarled as Bianca managed to wrest the tangle of leather straps away momentarily.

There was a sound of cloth ripping and Bianca howled as she tossed the contraption to the side, out of the mud.

"Fucking puta!" Bianca purposefully grabbed the green dress and heaved, twisting her body and falling. With another tearing sound, the cloth came free from Amber's neck and shoulders, exposing her modest breasts.

"You bitch!" Amber screamed. "Let's see how you like having those fucking udders hanging out in the wind."

Bianca grabbed at Amber's hands as they clutched her white bodice and the two of them fell once more.

I told myself I was just going to get rid of the evidence as I walked around the pit to pick up the catalyst that had started it, but the truth was my eyes were fixed on Amber's mud slicked tits and watching to see if she would succed in freeing Bianca's as well. So much so that I almost went down in the muck.

When they spun over with Bianca heaving her shorter, heavier body on top of Amber's slender form, and rolled closer to me in the process, I chickened out and grabbed the strap-on and headed for the safety of the porch. Having them break my other leg was no part of my plan.

So, I didn't get a good look at what happened when Bianca tried to stand up and white cloth ripped away from her body in Amber's hands. But, I saw enough as she fell over backwards to see her bra encased flesh.




Valentine Vengeance



This was going even better than I had hoped, I thought as they reduced each other's dress to little more than muddy rags. They would have to walk five miles to town the next thing to naked and covered from head to toe in greasy grey mud.

Something wet hit my face.

I ignored it at first, thinking it was some mud splatter and being more intent as somehow Bianca grabbed what was left of Amber's dress at the same time Amber was wriggling away and Bianca managed to pull it completely off her.

"Hah, puta!" Bianca rubbed the cloth as if she were wiping her ass and then threw it down and stomped it into the mud. "What you gonna do now?"

Amber's hair had either come down or been pulled down and it and her body were caked with mud almost every bit as thick as the cloth Bianca had just thrown down. It was just about the most erotic sight I had ever seen in my short life with her standing there in nothing but a pair of panties and mud.

"Get a good fucking look, pervert." Amber spat in my direction. "Here let's see which you like better."

Amber made a grab for Bianca, obviously going for the remains of the dress, and Bianca fought to keep whatever remaining shreds of her dignity covered.

I felt the wetness again and looked up with a frown to see fat swirling flakes of snow coming from the clouds that seemed even thicker and heavier. As if seeing those flakes made it more real, I realized that it had gotten noticeably colder in just minutes and the wind was picking up.

And there were two muddy girls, one naked and the other in little more than rags, out in it. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. Hopefully, Jack and Cory would see this shit and come back for us.

"Um, girls." I said. "Hey!"

Bianca glanced at me when I yelled and gave Amber the advantage she was looking for.

Amber lowered her head and used it to shove Bianca over again and the strained cloth of the ripped white bodice gave away completely.

"Let's show him what you've got too, bitch!" Amber spat as she stripped the sleeves from Bianca's arms and started wrestling the remains down her hips.

Bianca screeched and tried to hold it and kick Amber away at the same time, which just made it harder for her to hold on.

"Fuck!" I said in disgust, not even charmed at the vision of Bianca naked from the waist up except for her bra and losing what remained already halfway down her thighs. Snow was whipping madly on a bitingly cold wind now and the two were still at it. 

I turned my attention to the firewood on the porch. Assuming they weren't completely fucking stupid, they would need a fire to keep them warm until somebody came to get us. I tossed the strap-on dildo in the direction of the table as I passed and didn't bother to stop and get it when it missed and rolled under. 

"Fucking stupid cunts." I muttered to myself as I struggled to get the fire lit. "I hope their nipples get frostbite."

Then I paused. What the hell was I doing? Things were going according to plan. Okay, maybe not the snow. But, still, they were doing exactly what I had thought, and planned, that they might. Why did I suddenly give a shit and want to get them under cover and build a fire to keep them warm?

"Where did you go, you fucking perverted asshole?" Amber burst into the room and my musings. "You missed the fucking show. We were both wrestling around out there naked except for our underwear. That's what you wanted, wasn't it, you sick fuck?"

Amber shoved at me, knocking me over then straddled me and wiped her muddy arms down my shirt front.

"Damn it, Amber!" I yelled. "Stop it! This is a fucking rental."

"If we're naked, you should be too!" Amber screamed in my face and grabbed my shirt front and yanked.

Buttons popped off and went flying God only knew where.

"God damn it, Amber!" I snarled, catching her wrists. "I didn't make you fight in October. And I didn't make you get in the mud and fight tonight. You two chose to do that and to hell with the consequences. And now it's fucking snowing and I'm trying to start a fire so you two stupid bitches might not get sick. So, stop fucking with me, damn it!"

"What is all of this?" Bianca said from over near the table. She was holding the double ended dildo.

I shoved Amber off me and hurried to the table where I began cramming it all hurridly back in the bag it had come out of.

"It's nothing," I said.

"Oh, no, fucker. It's something." Amber said, coming up from behind me. "What kind of sick twisted fantasy were you imagining?"

Amber snatched the bag out of my hands and dumped it all back out on the table. Both of them looked at it for a moment and then turned on me.

"Look, it's not what you're thinking." I said. "It's actually kind of a funny story."

"Fucker!" Amber shoved me and managed to knock me down, again, when I tried to back away and bumped into a chair and stumbled.

"How about we use these on him?" Bianca said, joining Amber in sitting on me.

Under any other circumstances, it would probably be fun to wrestle with two women covered completely in mud with one wearing only panties and the other wearing panties and a bra while they tore at my clothes. But, considering it was those two, and Bianca had grabbed up the twelve inch double ended dildo again, I was more than just a little distracted.

Save the pants, I thought in a panic. Whatever you do, don't let them get the pants.

"You guys are going to freeze to death if you don't let me get the fire going!" I shouted, trying to distract them as my jacket ripped up the back in Bianca's hands and Amber was jerking down on my waistband as I fought to hold it up.

A strong gust of wind chose that moment to howl in through the door and whip around the inside walls and blast the door closed with a bang on it's return sweep.

All three of us twisted and spun like scalded cats to stare at the door.

"You know," Bianca said after a moment. "I am pretty cold."

"All right. You can start the fire." Amber said. "But, this is not over, fucker. Not by a long shot."

"You two wash the mud off as best you can." I said. "I'll get the fire going and get some more wood."

"Go ahead." Amber said to Bianca, sitting in one of the chairs. "I'm not giving perv here the satisfaction of seeing two mostly naked women squirming in that little shower."

"No, you go first." Bianca said, sitting in another chair and whacking the rubbery dong against her palm. "As soon as he gets the fire going, he and I are going to have a little talk."

"Give me that!" I snatched the hunk of latex from her hand and started stuffing things back in the bag. "Nobody is going to... No one was ever going to use any of this stuff tonight. And would you two please try not to get mud all over everything!"

"Why, fucker?" Amber said, lying across the table and rubbing her mud slathered tits against it. "Not as sexy as you thought it would be?"

"Fine!" I shouted. "You get to fucking sit in it until someone comes to get us. Oh, and here!"

I took off my torn jacket and shirt.

"I was going to let you two stupid bitches wear these after you cleaned off the mud you wallowed in. Now, guess what? You can just fucking ride home with whoever comes naked."

I turned and threw them into the fireplace.

My efforts before being knocked down and slathered with my own coating of mud had been more fruitful than I'd realized. A flicker of flame from the kindling latched onto the white shirt and before any of us could move, the remains of both jacket and shirt were coated liberally in flame.

"Fuck." I said. "It's fucking contagious."

"What is?" Amber asked.

"Stupidity."

I turned my back on the now merrily burning fire and walked over to put the bag of sex toys up on one of the shelves.

I turned back around to see Amber holding the damn strap-on that had been forgotten under the table and hurried over to snatch it out of her hands and put it up with the rest of them.

"You two," I said. "One of you get in the fucking shower and the other come help me get some damn firewood."

"Chingate, culero!" Bianca spat. "I don't have to do a fucking thing you say."

"What she said, fucker." Amber literally leaned over and spat a glob on the floor.

"Whatever." I said, giving up.

I went outside and gathered up an armload of wood and carried it back to set near the fireplace while they sat there and watched. I went back out and stared towards the road.

I couldn't see the road a half mile away, the white stuff was swirling so fast and thick and I hoped that, together with the fact it was already piling up in a blanket on the ground, didn't mean we were as fucked as I thought it did.

I carried two more piles in and decided that was enough. Surely the snow wouldn't last very long and someone would come get us when it let up.

The mud on my chest was already starting to itch, so I stepped past where the girls were sitting and shoved my upper body into the shower trying to keep my leg out of it. The cold blast of water when I cranked it on made me gasp and hyperventilate. After a moment, the water heated up and felt pretty damn good as I dug my fingers at the smears on my chest and face and in my hair.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Amber asked, watching my antics.

"I'm getting this mud off." I said. "Once that fire heats up, it's going to dry out the mud. And it will fucking itch like a son of a bitch before it flakes of completely. And if the water pump freezes up, we'll be stuck with it until we get home, whenever that is. So, I'm getting it off right fucking now."

I shut the water off and shivered as I hustled over to the fire.

"Uh, what do you mean, whenever that is?" Amber asked.

"Look outside," I said through chattering teeth. "A fucking blizzard blew in."

"You're shitting me!" Amber jumped up and ran to the door.

The snow was, if anything, falling faster now. The sheet of white blowing sideways across the sky looked almost as thick as the blanket already on the ground. And what was on the ground looked as if it would already be up over my ankles.

"Motherfucker." Amber said. "You have got to be fucking shitting me."

"Shut the door, puta." Bianca said. "It's cold and glaring at it isn't going to make it go away."

"Fuck you, bitch." Amber spun around and flexed her fingers like talons.

"Enough!" I thundered. "Knock it off! I have had it up to here with both of you. If you're going to fight, get the fuck out of my house."

"Fuck you!" Amber yelled. "It's fucking snowing out there and I'm just about naked thanks to you and this bitch!"

"I don't care!" I yelled back. "Enough is enough. You two want to fight, you take it outside. Or, you walk your ass back to town in your panties. I don't care. I'm done."

"And what if I don't go?" Bianca said, with her arms crossed under her generous bra clad breasts.

"Then, I will put you out." I said softly. "That's the way it is. You two either sit quietly and don't fight and you stay inside and warm until someone comes to rescue us. And it is going to be a rescue. Or you fight and you go out in that. Period. You make the choice."

Bianca stared at me for a long moment and then lowered her brown eyes to the table with the smear off Amber's muddy boobs decorating it.

"Fine." Bianca said softly. "I won't fight anymore."

"Fuck both of you!" Amber said. "I didn't ask to be here in the first fucking place. And I would rather take my chances walking back to town than look at either one of you more than I have to."

With that, she walked out the door and slammed it behind her.

When I finally looked away from the door to Bianca, she was looking at me with those soulful brown eyes.

"You'd better go get her." She said. "She's stubborn enough to try and she won't make it now. Not in that."

"Fuck." I sighed. "You two couldn't have waited until lunch or after school to fight like rational people? You just had to go at it right there in the fucking hall like crazy bitches."

Bianca shrugged and just looked at me.

I walked to the door and looked out. The snow was swirling so hard I could barely make out Amber stalking away mere yards from the porch.

"Shit. Amber!" I called. "Amber, come back!"

She didn't even look behind her, much less turn around. I hurried out into the blizzard and instantly regretted it as the wind seemed to bite through my exposed flesh to the bone.

"Amber, you crazy bitch, wait a damn minute!"

"What for?" Amber spun around as I grabbed her arm and there were tears streaming down her cheeks. "What the fuck for? Maybe I'll catch pneumonia and die! Would that satisfy all of you finally? Would that fucking satisfy you, Daddy?!"

She had turned away and screamed the last towards town and started walking again, shrugging off my hand. 

I looked back and could just barely see the glow from the open door. If we went too much further, we might not be able to find it again.

I made a decision and hurried after her and grabbed her. This time, I didn't try to talk to her, I just picked her up and threw her over my shoulder.

"Put me down, fucker!" Amber yelled and started hitting me with both fists.

My leg wasn't a fan of the additional weight and I considered setting her down, but was afraid she would run as soon as her feet hit the ground. And it had gotten fucking cold. There was no doubt in my mind that if I let her get away, she would die out there before she could make it to the next shelter.

I carried her into the small house and glanced at Bianca who had moved over to stand near the fire. I shut the door without setting Amber down and carried her over to the small shower. I set her down in it and cut the water on.

"God damn motherfucking cock sucking two balled bitch!" Amber screeched and slammed into me trying to get out of the cold spray. "That is fucking cold, fucker!"

"It'll warm up in a second." I said. "Get the mud off."

"Fuck you!"

"Get the mud off." I repeated.

"I'm going to rip your fucking balls off!"

And she tried. I'll give her that, she did try. But, I had overcome my aversion to touching either of them in any way while carrying her back. I was in my element and just shoved her back under the spray and kept her there. No matter how she fought and cussed, she would only get out from under it for a few seconds before I shoved her back.

"I'm not letting you out until you get the mud off." I said.

"I fucking hate you."

"I'm not your biggest fan either." I said. "Now are you going to wash or am I going to keep you here until you lose consciousness and then scrub you myself?"

"You would fucking like that, wouldn't you, perv?" Amber asked. But, she started srubbing with a will.

I watched coldly until she had managed to get most of it. I could even sort of tell her hair was red once again.

"Okay." I said. "Out you come."

"I can fucking walk." Amber spat as I dragged her over to yank the sleeping bag from the bed before moving us over to the fire where I tossed it on the floor.

"You going to wash yourself?" I asked Bianca. "Or do I have to help you too?"

Bianca glanced at the water I had left running, at the shivering Amber I was still holding, and at my face. And then, wisely, walked towards the shower on her own.

I watched until she got in, but I was more concerned with Amber at the moment. She had stopped yelling and cussing and I wasn't sure that was a good sign since she had also started shivering.

And why, why, why in the fuck did I care? What the fuck had changed and changed so fast?

After adding another log to the fire, I sat down and pulled Amber down with me and, after spreading the sleeping bag for us to sit on, I scooted us as close to the fire as I dared drawing her with me and wrapping my arms, and the blanket, around her.

I ran my hands over her skin, not out of any sort of sexual overture, but to try to help her warm back up.

"Chingao!" Bianca said as the water shut off. "It is fucking fria in here!"

"It will warm up now that the fire is burning good." I said. "Come here."

"I don't think so." Bianca said, stopping by the table. "I'll be fine here."

"Don't be stupid." I said. "I can hear your teeth chattering. Come here. We need each other. All three of us. I'm not going to let any of us get sick and maybe die. Now, come."

Bianca stood there behind me for a long moment and I thought she was going to refuse. But she finally edged closer.

"Sit" I commanded and lifted the heavy sleeping bag around my shoulders for her to get in.

"Why?" Bianca asked.

"Because I can handle the cold better than you two silly bitches." I snapped. "And I'm hoping that between my body and the fire I'll be able to keep you both warm enough until help comes."

"Why don't we just get some more blankets?" Bianca asked.

"There aren't any." I said. "So, come here. This blanket, the fire, and our body heat are all each other has."

Bianca finally settled in front of me. I noticed she had kept her wet bra on and started to say something. But, decided it probably didn't matter, closed my mouth and draped my body around the two of them as best I could to shelter them from my folly. It was my fault that they were here. And damn if any of us wasn't going to make it out.

"What time do you think it is?" Amber slurred after we had watched the flickering flames and listened to the howling wind for awhile.

"I don't know." I said. "Sundown was about six thirty. So, I would guess about seven thirty or eight."

"Why hasn't anyone come for us?" Amber asked. "Do they hate us that much?"

"I don't know why they haven't come." I said. "I would have thought Jack and Cory would have figured something was wrong and come back as soon as it started snowing. Now, I'm not sure anyone can."

As if to punctuate what I was saying, something heavy slammed into the little house making us all jump.

"What the fuck was that?" Amber gasped.

"I don't know." I said.

"Wendigo." Bianca said.

"Don't say that!" Amber said. "It's not funny!"

"Do you see me laughing, Llamita?" Bianca asked. "It's Wendigo come to get us for our bad ways."

"Seriously, Meja." Amber said. "Don't say that. I had nightmares for a week after your dad told us that story."

"Don't call me that." Bianca said. "I'm not your daughter. And Wendigo is more than a story."

"You didn't used to mind." Amber said. "I thought that was your name for a long time."

"I remember." Bianca said. "And I didn't mind because we were friends. We aren't any more."

"But, you never told me why, Meja." Amber said. "You never explained to me why."

"You know why, puta." Bianca said, pulling away from Amber, and me. "Or you should."

"What's Wendigo?" I asked, trying to head them off before they could get started up again. "I've never heard of it."

Bianca was staring at the top of Amber's head. Amber for her part was resting her head against my shoulder and looking into the fire. Bianca glanced at me and settled back just a little, although she kept space between her and Amber and she didn't lay her head back against me.

"Wendigo is either a god or a demon." Bianca said. "It hunts when the weather is very cold. They say that when you think it is the wind howling, sometimes it is the hunting cry of Wendigo. A cry of hunger as he looks for someone to eat."

"Okay." I said as I felt a chill run up my spine that didn't have a thing to do with the temperature in the rest of the room. "So, what did you mean he's coming to get us for our bad ways?"

"We fought." Bianca said with a shrug. "We got angry and we fought. And you got hurt. Then, rather than forgiving and forgetting, you nursed a grudge and brought us out here to get even. Wrath is one of the seven deadly sins, yes?"

Something else slammed into the outer wall and all three of us jumped again. And maybe held to each other just a little tighter.




Valentine Vengeance



"It's not Wendigo." Amber said, sounding as if she were trying to convince herself. "If it's anything other than the wind, it's Cupid and he's pissed at Brandon for fucking with Valentine's."

"It's not Valentine's." I said, not really liking this version any better. "Not yet."

"It depends on how you count the time." Bianca said. "We count it using clocks. Before there were clocks some cultures counted a day from sunrise to sunrise and others counted from sunset to sunset."

"It doesn't matter." I said. "It's not Wendigo and it's not a pissed off Cupid. It's just the wind blowing shit around."

The next shuddering blow was followed by a screeching scraping sound along the front of the house.

"It's Wendigo!" Bianca screamed. "Those are his claws."

"It's Cupid and he's sharpening his arrows!" Amber said.

A shadow filled the window next to the door and I had had enough. Whatever it was out there, it wasn't sentient, I knew that.

"What are you doing?" Amber asked as I pulled away.

"I'm going to see what the hell is going on." I said.

"No." Bianca grabbed my leg just above the cast, stopping me in my tracks. "Do not open the door."

"It's not Wendigo." I said, untangling her arms. "And it's not Cupid either. I need to see what it is and how bad it is and if I can do anything to make us safer."

When I managed to pull the door open as the girls clung to each other behind me, it took me a minute to figure out what I was seeing.

"Fuck me." I said as I looked at the solid wall stretching across the entire side of the house. "I think it's the roof off somebody's hay shed."

Something hit the other side of the metal hard enough to make it bend and me jump and the girls behind me scream.

I glanced down and saw the firewood that had been neatly stacked was now scattered and there was less of it than there should have been.

"Shit!" I said, dropping to my knees and grabbing chunks of the remaining wood that had fallen in the sunken doorway and pulling it inside. "Shit!"

"Brandon, it isn't safe." Bianca yelled over the shrieking wind after something else heavy had struck the metal bending it so that it almost touched my nose. "Shut the door!"

"They can't get to us while it's doing this for damn sure." I yelled behind me as I grabbed piece after piece of wood and drew it inside. "We're going to need wood for the fire. And if that piece of metal gets pulled away, what's left of the wood might end up in Lynn County."

"And if it goes while you are hanging half out of the door, you might go with it." Amber yelled. "Get your ass in here and shut the door!"

I saw the bottom edge shiver and begin to lift and grabbed three more logs and slammed the door shut just in time as the dark shadow shot up past the window and we could hear it scraping across the roof before all we could hear was the wind shrieking and howling.

"Well, at least I got us more wood." I said and started stacking it more neatly beside the door. "I hope it's enough. Because there is no way in hell anyone is getting to us through that shit."

I tossed another log onto the fire and sat down between the girls, pulling the blanket up around us once more.

"So, what's the funny story?" Amber asked after a few minutes.

"What?"

"You said that all that stuff wasn't what we thought and that it was actually a funny story." Amber said. "I could use a funny right now and not anymore about the Wendigo, thanks for that."

"Oh, that." I said and told them about our trip to the adult store.

They didn't laugh like Jack and Cory had. Maybe you had to be a guy to see the humor, I thought.

"Why did you want to get a strap-on?" Bianca asked. "And why did you say what you said before you threw it in the mud?"

I shrugged, more than a little uncomfortable. To say it out loud to the women I had plotted against sounded almost childish and petty.

"Why did the two of you get into a fight and break my leg?" I asked instead. "Okay, Amber ran into you. So, what? People bump into each other. It happens."

"You don't know anything." Bianca said, turning her face away from us.

"She hates me." Amber said. "She has for years. We were best friends and then one day, when we were fourteen, she just wasn't any more."

"One day when you stabbed me in the back." Bianca said.

"I did not!"

"Whoa." I said. "Do not start fighting again. Bianca, how did Amber stab you in the back?"

Bianca glanced at me and then at Amber and turned her eyes back to the fire. I didn't think she was going to answer, but she finally did with one word.

"Charles."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Amber sat up, knocking my arm aside. The firelight made her creamy skin glow and her drying hair seemed to catch it and hold it. A puffy pink nipple winked at me. "All of this was about Charles Prince? A stupid boy?"

Bianca just shrugged and kept her eyes on the fire.

"Jesus, Meja." Amber spluttered. "He wasn't even that good. Hell, you kissed better than he did!"

Bianca hissed and pulled away, knocking my other arm from around her shoulder. The ruddy firelight danced along her darker skin bulging over the white bra and was swallowed by her raven tresses.

"We agreed to never speak of that."

"What?" Amber said. "We were just kids. It was no big deal."

"Maybe or maybe not." Bianca said. "But, I don't want you telling him or anyone else that we practiced kissing."

Hello! I thought. What was this?

"I didn't." Amber said with a slight smile. "You just did."

Bianca glanced at me and not all of the ruddiness in her face was from the firelight before she turned away.

"Hey, I have an idea." Amber said. "Maybe if we kiss in front of Brandon, he'll get over his accident."

"I don't think so." Bianca said distantly. "I saw what you did with that mouth."

"What?" Amber asked. "You never gave a guy a blowjob? Wait! You are not still a virgin, are you?"

This was a whole hell of a lot better than watching the two fight, that was for damn sure.

"Not that it is any of your business anymore," Bianca said. "But, some of us don't believe in throwing ourselves at any boy that comes along."

"Well, maybe some of us are repressed and some of us aren't." Amber said and turned her face towards the fire as well.

My back was starting to ache from sitting up and there wasn't any need for it as the girls had pulled away and it was warmer in the little dugout. Say what you want about size, Great-great-great grandpappy knew how to build solid! I laid back and laced my fingers over my stomach and stared at the flickering shadows on the ceiling. The sound of the wind raging outside was the only sound for several long minutes.

"Brandon?" Amber said.

"Yeah?"

"What was the peacock feather for?"

I couldn't help it. I cracked up.

"No, really." Amber said. "What's it for? I mean, I at least have some idea about the rest of it. But, that's a new one."

"You're ahead of me." I shook my head, still chuckling. "I still don't understand a lot of what Large Marge thought I needed, and I have absolutely no idea about the peacock feather."

"It depends on which culture." Bianca said. "Some believe they are lucky. Some believe they are royal. Some use them in medicine. And some think they are prideful. Maybe Marge was telling you she thought you were a peacock strutting around and bragging about your date with us."

"Hey, I didn't brag." I said. "I barely even got a word in edgewise."

"Well, you said the shop was called Mighty Aphrodite's." Amber said. "Maybe it's something to do with those Greek myths. Sort of like Cupid and his bow and arrows."

"Can we not talk about Cupid?" Bianca said.

"What's your problem with Cupid?" I asked.

"Considering who I'm trapped with, I would just as soon not get shot in the nalgas with one of his arrows."

Both Amber and I looked at Bianca until the corner of her mouth twitched up, and then we all three laughed. 

I couldn't say what it was that made them laugh, but for me the whole idea of a little cherub running around and shooting people in the butt with arrows to make them fall in love with someone they wouldn't have was ridiculous. 

And the idea of any of us three being attracted to the others without such divine intervention was equally preposterous.

Wasn't it?

I did have to admit that looking at either of them there in the firelight, nude and semi-nude, they were beautiful.

But, even if I were going to look past what they had cost me, I wasn't going to do it with the other right there.

I looked back to the dancing shadows on the ceiling and listened to the wind. Eventually they laid back beside me, careful to keep distance between our bodies.

I didn't realize I had fallen asleep until I woke cramped and thirsty and needing to pee. I was cramped because the fire had burned down and my two bed partners had snuggled up against me in their sleep for warmth. They stirred but didn't completely wake as I rose from between them and stretched.

The first hint of our new problems came when I turned the spigot handle and no water came out. Not only did we not have water to drink, but I eyed the toilet and wondered if it would flush.

I listened for a moment and didn't hear the wind, so I opened the door cautiously. A mound of white filled the entire doorframe.

"Well, fuck." I said and thought for a minute.

I started looking around for anything that would hold water.

"What are you doing?"

I glanced around to find Bianca sitting up watching me.

"Sorry." I said. "Didn't mean to wake you."

"Don't worry about it." She said. "But, what are you doing? Why is the door open?"

I realized the door was blocking her view of the wall of white. I didn't want to scare her, I was worried enough for all three of us.

"I was just looking for something to collect some snow in to melt for water." I said. "The pipes seem to be frozen up."

"Oh." Bianca said. Her eyes seemed to look past me for a moment. "Well, that's not good. I'll help."

"Oh, you don't have to." I said. "I've got it."

But, it was too late. She had already stood up and was looking at the wall of white filling the door frame.

Bianca took it much calmer than I had.

"Is it still night?" She asked. "Or is it daylight yet?"

"I can't tell." I said, her calmness steadying me a little. "That was the other thing. I was going to dig out so I could see what was going on."

I noticed that she wasn't trying to cover her near nakedness with her arms as she moved towards me the way she had been earlier. The bra and panties she was wearing covered more than some swimsuits I had seen, but there was something about the fact that it was underwear and not meant to be seen like swimsuits were that made it inherently sexier.

Or maybe it was the curves that lingerie was hugging. I had seen my ex-girlfriend in her underwear and while it had been nice, it hadn't been near as erotic, or exotic, as Bianca.

I felt a stirring in my pants and was glad I had kept them as my face heated and I looked away.

To my surprise, Bianca lifted down the bag of erotic toys and dumped the toys out of the bag onto the small table once more. Now I was really embarrassed.

But, she ignored the pile of gear, except to stop one of the vibrators from rolling off the flat surface, and examined the bag they had been in.

The clatter woke Amber who sat up.

"What the hell are you people doing?" Amber groaned. "And why the hell is the door open?"

Bianca and I shared a smile.

"I think this will hold some." Bianca said looking around. "And there is a hook we can hang it from near the fireplace."

I watched as Bianca walked over to the door and began scooping snow into the bag. The movement made all sorts of interesting things happen with those partially exposed curves.

"Oh my God, what are you doing?" Amber groaned and sat up and frowned at Bianca's ass. "What are you doing?"

Amber got up and took the single step that allowed her to see the wall of white and stopped as her eyes widened. Bianca being so calm about it had soothed some of my worries. Amber, on the other hand, was not so cool and collected.

"Oh my God!" Amber yelled. "Are you shitting me? Oh my God! We are snowed in? I mean, literally snowed in? Like the snow is up over the house?"

Bianca sighed and looked over her shoulder at Amber.

"It's not that much, Llamita. Don't be a drama queen."

"A drama queen?" Amber said, still wild eyed. "A drama queen? Seriously? We're fucking under a mound of snow! We could fucking die out here! If this isn't the time for a little drama, when the hell is?"

"Not helping, Llamita." Bianca turned back to scraping snow into the bag.

"Seriously?" Amber said. "You get all bent about some stupid boy and I'm the drama queen here? How the hell is anyone even going to find us?"

"They know where we are, Llamita." Bianca said, turning with a bag filled with snow. "They'll be able to find us. Now, why don't you put another log on the fire?"

I had found a few old pots and pans tucked away and carried them to the doorway as Bianca carried her bag past Amber to hang from the hook on the ceiling.

I couldn't help stealing surreptious glances at Bianca as she stretched up to get the handle over the hook or at Amber as she stood there in only a pair of panties looking at Bianca.

"Wait, why are you bringing snow inside?" Amber asked.

"To make water." Bianca said, lowering her arms and watching the bag as the handles stretched a bit but didn't give.

"Why not just... Wait, don't tell me." Amber said. "The pipes are frozen."

"Yes." I said as I scooped handfuls of snow into the coffee pot.

"Great." Amber said flatly. "So, no water. I suppose that's not drama either. You can get all bent out of shape over a stupid boy, but I'm the drama queen for recognizing that we are going to die."

"No one is going to die." I promised, setting the coffee pot aside and picking up another pan. "It's West-by-God-Texas. All of this will probably be melted by tonight. You'll see."

"Then why are you bothering to collect so much snow to melt for water?" Amber asked, turning her green eyes on me. "Answer me that."

"I just want to clear the door so I can see what's going on." I said as calmly as I could. Amber's attitude was bringing back the worry that Bianca's calmness had soothed. "If we don't need it, as I figure we won't, then I can always dump it outside later."

Amber stared at me and I could tell she wanted to find something in what I said to argue. For my part, I tried to keep my mind on what I was doing and not Amber's pert pink nipples.

Just then, the top of the wall of white crumbled and let me look out past it. It was still night. And there were still white snowflakes falling.

"See?" I said. "It's just a drift piled up by the wind. I bet it's not even that much out there once I get past the drift."

"Well, I have to pee." Amber said.

That was something I had been trying really hard not to think about since I hadn't been able to relieve the urge that had awakened me yet either.

"We all do, puta." Bianca said, her exaggerated patience wearing thin. "What do you suggest we do? The toilet won't flush without water."

"God, you are such a bitch!"

"Stop." I said, turning around with my hands on my hips. "Stop right there. Bianca, apologize."

"For what?" Bianca said, staring at me.

"For calling her puta." I said.

"The hell I will." Bianca flared. "She is a puta. All she does is whine any time she doesn't get her way and she did it with Charles to steal him from me and who knows how many other people besides."

"Oh, will you get over it?" Amber stepped closer to Bianca. "I wasn't trying to steal Charles. I was trying to help you, damn it. You were my best friend and you both wanted to do it, but you were both too shy. I meant for you to catch me, you stupid bitch. I thought you would join us and get what you wanted."

"Why the hell would you think that, puta?"

"Because of what we had already shared!" Amber yelled. "We were best friends! We shared everything!"

"A man is not a hairbrush." Bianca tilted her head.

"Ok, first, Charles was hardly a man." Amber said. "And second, we had shared a lot more than a hairbrush, Meja."

"That was..." Bianca blushed. "We were children. We were playing."

"I wasn't." Amber said softly, hugging herself. "You were my best friend and I loved you and I thought you loved me. And you hurt me. You hurt me bad, Meja."

"What? No, you hurt me." Bianca floundered. "What are you saying, Llamita?"

"Forget it." Amber shook her head. "Just forget it."

I shook myself from contemplating the scene that had been playing out. I wasn't sure just what was going on between those two, but at least they weren't calling each other names or fighting. The nicknames they were using were almost terms of endearment. There was a story there that I was just getting the edge of. But, I had other things to think about.

Everything that I had found that could hold snow was filled and Bianca, or Meja, had moved several of them closer to the fire to melt. I wrapped my hand around the handle of the small shovel beside the door and stuck the spade end through the hole at the top to try shoving more aside. It wasn't easy, but I was able to move a little at a time.

As I had expected, the wind had pushed the snow up against the little house and down into the sunken doorway. Once I pushed just a little way out the door, I could see that the blanket of snow elsewhere was just above my knees.

But, it might as well have been up to my shoulder. There was just no way anyone could make it out to us tonight. Not with snow still falling on top of the blanket, adding to it. Maybe tomorrow, once the sun came up and it stopped, Dad could make it out in the Dually pick-up.

I leaned on the shovel and stared out at the whiteness. Nothing moved except the light breeze that was all that remained of the howling wind from earlier and the soft snowflakes drifting lazily down.

It was actually kind of nice. Peaceful.

"Well, I have to pee!" Amber yelled from inside.

Or, at least it would have been.

I had been ignoring my own need until her yell had reminded me. I glanced over my shoulder to see the door was shut at the end of the narrow path I had churned out and undid my britches.

I had already been shivering as the cold beeze delicately kissed my bare arms and torso. Feeling it on the sensitive skin of my dick was almost painful. It took a minute to relax enough and then I half expected it to freeze coming out, it was so cold.

My numb fingers had trouble redoing the fastenings, so I just tucked myself away and made my way back to the door, holding them together with one hand.

Bianca was dumping the bag of snow in the toilet when I opened the door.

"Puta madra." She was saying. "You better hope that goes down. All we need is to get sick from you peeing when we can't flush."

"Well, I had to pee!" Amber was saying from the blanket near the fire. I noticed that one of them, probably Bianca, had put another log on the fire and the warmth felt almost stifling after the cold night air. "Where are you going to pee?"

"Outside, puta!" Bianca said. "Where it won't make us all sick!"

"Um, it's more than a little cold out there." I said, blinking at the idea of her doing what I had just done.

"So?" Bianca turned and looked at me. "You did it, while you were out there, did you not?"

"Um, yeah." It was one thing to do it or even talk about it with the guys, but it was oddly embarrassing to admit it in front of a girl.

"Well, then." Bianca said, stalking past me. "If your huevos could handle it, so can I. Men are such babies."

I blinked as she stormed out in just her bra and panties and slammed the door behind her. Jesus, what a woman!





Valentine Vengeance



"God, she is such a bitch!" Amber said. "I swear, all I did was pee in the toilet like a civilized person. It's not like I took a dump or something."

"Uh, that wouldn't have been good." I said mildly. "We, uh, we're going to be stuck in here for awhile."

"Oh, God." Amber looked at me with wide eyes. "How bad is it?"

"Oh, it's not super terrible or anything." I backtracked. "But, I don't see anyone getting out here to us tonight."

"So, it's still night?" Amber asked. "It feels like longer."

"It's still night." I nodded, sitting in one of the chairs. "I can't tell what time because of the clouds, but it's not light enough for the sun to be up."

I hadn't really thought about it, but my rented shoe was really not meant to be traipsing out in the snow. I pulled it off and looked at it glumly and mentally kissed the deposit on it and it's mate back home on my bed goodbye. My socks were soaked through, so I peeled them off as well.

"You might as well take your pants off." Amber had been watching me. "They have snow on them too."

"Chingate!" Bianca burst back through the door. "It is pinche fria!"

She was carrying the bag, full of snow once more, and hung it on the hook again. Then she knelt by the fire and rubbed her hands over her arms and legs.

"I was telling Brandon that he might as well take of his pants." Amber said. "The legs are covered with snow."

Bianca glanced at me and then frowned at Amber.

"I think I would prefer he kept them on, puta. It's bad enough that we are in our chones."

I would prefer to keep them on too, I thought as I looked at the two of them and felt another stirring from south of the border. It would make my salutes a little less obvious.

"Whatever." Amber shrugged. "It's not my bad if his cast gets wet and has trouble."

Bianca cast a troubled look at me.

"It's a walking cast, not plaster." I said and reached over to tap it.

But, the fiberglass boot didn't make the satisfying thunk it usually did. I frowned and reached down to pinch the end near my toes and it actually gave beneath my fingers. I pulled them away and looked at the gluey residue coating them.

"Maybe she is right." Bianca said, watching me with a frown of her own. "I know fiberglass is tougher than plaster, but you still shouldn't get it very wet. Since you already have, we maybe should get the wet cloth off it and dry it out."

"I'll just pull the leg up." I said and tried. The cuffed end wouldn't go over my calf.

"Oh, for God's sake." Amber said. "Quit being such a baby and just take them off. You have on underwear, right?"

"I think it would be better to dry it out as fast as possible." Bianca said. "It would be bad for you to hurt it again right now."

That was true. I did have on underwear. Boxer briefs that looked like shorts if you didn't look closely enough to see the slotted flap in the front. And I really didn't want them to have to have to set it again, maybe cut me open and bolt it, and have to go back to plaster cast and crutches. The way it ached, I wondered if it wasn't already too late, if I had already done some damage.

I carefully peeled out of my pants and laid them over the back of one of the chairs and then hopped on my good leg over to the blankets. I sat down between the two girls once more and stretched my legs as close to the fire as I dared.

Bianca reached out and touched my cast, startling me.

"I think it will be all right." She said. "Maybe it will harden back up as it dries out. I never told you how sorry I was. I wanted to, but everybody told me to stay away from you."

Brown eyes looked into mine from just feet away and her hand still lay on my cast in a gesture that might have almost seemed friendly.

"You're here now." I said. "No one is stopping you from saying whatever you want to me."

It couldn't be that simple, could it?

Her beautiful soulful eyes bored into mine for a long moment as the fire crackled and popped.

"I am sorry for what happened to you." Bianca said finally. "I know it doesn't make up for it. I don't know how I could. But, I want you to know that I am sorry you were hurt."

My heart clenched and then eased. Months of tension that I hadn't even recognized I was carrying flowed out of me at hearing her. It was startling just how much those simple words meant to me backed by the sincerety in her eyes.

"Here, then. You can put this on." Amber said as she dropped something.

Bianca picked it up from where it landed on my leg and held it up for a better look. It was the black leather collar with the white stones and the tag that read "Bitch".

"What is this?" Bianca asked.

"Same as this." Amber held up a green leather collar with blue stones and a tag that read "Puta".

"What are you doing with those?" I asked.

"They were in with the other stuff on the table." Amber spat. "Nice. You're all class, aren't you, fucker?"

"What is this, Brandon?" Bianca asked again, looking up at me.

"I don't know." I sighed. "It seemed like a good idea at the time. I was so pissed at both of you. You had hurt me, had destroyed my chance at a scholarship, hell, my whole fucking life, and you were getting away with it. I don't know what I was thinking."

Bianca looked back down at the damning evidence in her hand and I wondered if it made her regret her apology.

"Getting away with it?" Amber yelled. "Are you fucking kidding me? We went to jail for a stupid fight because of what happened to you."

"And you got out," I said. "Why? Because you turned eighteen. So it doesn't matter that I'm not even out of the casts, what you did doesn't count because you had a birthday?"

"Yes, we're out of jail." Amber hissed. "But, we might as well not be. We can't go to classes. We can't even talk to anyone. We might as well be in fucking Siberia!"

"At least you can walk," I said, but the anger I had felt before Bianca's apology just wasn't behind it anymore. "At least every step you take doesn't ache."

"Hah! And a fat lot of good that does." Amber said, bitterly. "They won't let me play basketball or run track this year, Brandon. I had a chance at a scholarship, too. But, that doesn't matter because it isn't fucking football. God, I hate this fucking town!"

"I'm not the one that got in a fight." I said. "I was just walking down the hall, minding my own business."

"Fuck you, Brandon!"

"He's right."

"What?"

Both of us turned to Bianca who was still looking at the dog collar in her hands.

"He's right." Bianca said again. "My mother got pregnant with me when she was just sixteen."

I glanced at Amber to see she was just as baffled as I was by the non sequitor.

"'Bianca, Mejita,' she would say to me, 'always remember that actions have consquences that you can't see.' I'm going to be the first person in mi familia to ever go to college." Bianca glanced up at us. "Did you know that? I have a full academic scholarship to Texas Tech in the fall. I won't be able to be Valedictiorian at our graduation anymore, they won't let me, but I still have my scholarship."

That hurt. That hurt quite a bit, if not quite as much as it might have before her apology. But, still...

"Why are you telling us this?" I asked.

"I don't know." Bianca shook her head and turned her eyes back to the collar in her hand. "I mean, I sort of knew what Mama meant. But, I thought they at least meant that the consequences would be all mine." 

Then Bianca held the collar up to her throat and started fumbling with the clasp.

"What are you doing?" Amber gasped, echoing my thought.

"It is mine, isn't it?" Bianca asked. "You bought it for me?"

I nodded.

"Then, I will wear it." Bianca said. "As a mark of my regret and a reminder that it isn't always me that will face the consequences for my actions."

"The fuck if I'm going to put a collar of ownership on for some fucking fucked up fantasy!" Amber blurted. "You are fucking crazy, bitch!" 

"Then don't." Bianca shrugged. "My actions are my own. My apology is my own. And they are between myself and Brandon. You needn't concern yourself with them. Rest assured, I don't concern myself with yours."

"Wait, so I'm the fucking asshat?" Amber yelled. "He gets you a fucking dog collar with 'Bitch' spelled out on the tag and you just put it on. But, I'm the one that's fucked up because I'm not apologizing to him for a fucking accident, a fucking accident that we both caused and I'm still paying for, and putting a fucking collar around my neck? Well, fuck you! Fuck you, both!"

Amber threw the collar at my chest and got up to flounce over to the door which she threw open. Then she paused, staring out at the wind that had kicked up again and the blowing snow that was gusting past her.

The gods, it seems, aren't into dramatic exits if they aren't the ones making them.

Amber slammed the door closed, sat in one of the chairs, and laid her head down on the table turned away from us. I suspected she was crying again from the soft sounds she was making.

Bianca hadn't bothered to watch Amber's attempted exit, but continued staring at the fire. When I turned my attention from Amber, once I was certain she wasn't going to actually walk off into the snow again, I saw a tear roll down Bianca's cheek.

For the first time in a long time, I was beginning to truly feel like a bystanding spectator to whatever was happening with them. That my injury was peripheral to the hurt they had caused each other.

"How were you ever friends with her?" I asked Bianca.

"What?" Bianca blinked and wiped at her face and glanced at me.

"Well, you were friends before she did whatever she did with Upchuck. I'm just wondering why you were friends."

"I had forgotten you all called him that." Bianca grinned.

I was afraid she wasn't going to answer as she sat staring in the fire, playing with the tag hanging from the collar around her neck.

"Do you know what the nickname Papi gave to her means? Llamita?" Bianca asked. "It means 'little flame'. He was teasing her about her hair that was more orange back then. But, he named her true. She was like this fire on this cold night, spreading warmth and welcoming, even beckoning, for me to come close.

"She was so merry and beautiful." Bianca said. "She was everything I wanted to be. We played and had such fun, she and I, teasing and tormenting my little brothers. So much fun. And so much trouble.

"Mamacita would swear she was never going to let me play with her ever again so many times." Bianca laughed. "Then Llamita would show up on our front porch and Mama would try not to let her in. But then, LLamita would make her laugh and she would swat both of us with the broom and tell us to go play."

"And tell us to try to stay out of trouble this time." Amber said softly.

"Quiet, you." Bianca said. "Only bitches broken to the collar get to tell this story."

Amber sat up with her mouth open in shock. I wasn't sure exactly what Bianca meant, but I was sure it was meant for Amber and not me. There was something almost like a dare in Bianca's eyes as she glared at Amber.

"Those were wonderful times." Bianca went on after Amber closed her mouth and sat back with her arms crossed. "We were children together, she and I. And I couldn't see how I could ever survive without her in my life.

"Then one night, we were watching a movie at her house." Bianca glanced at me and I could see the color rising in her cheeks again. "And we watched them kiss and it made me feel strange. For the first time, I wondered what it would feel like to have someone kiss me like that. To want to kiss me like that. When I told her, we used to tell each other everything, she told me she felt the same way.

"After that, it seemed like it was all we could talk about." Bianca said. "You boys, well, you hardly seemed to notice us. You were always wanting to roughhouse with each other or hit things with sticks. I started to be afraid that no one would ever kiss me like that.

"But, no one was kissing Llamita either." Bianca said. "And that puzzled me. I could understand why they wouldn't want to kiss me. I thought I was ugly. But, Llamita was so beautiful, like an angel, that I couldn't understand why no one tried to kiss her. If I were a boy, I would want to kiss her.

"And I told her that." Bianca said. "And she asked me why didn't I, that it didn't matter that we were both girls. That we could close our eyes and play pretend. We could each pretend we were kissing our boyfriend and that way we could find out what it was like. And we could practice so that when a real boyfriend found us, we would be able to kiss really well.

"Do you remember your first kiss, Brandon?"

I did. It had been with Jen when we were fourteen at a party at Jack's house. But, I sensed that she didn't want the particulars, so I just nodded.

"Do you remember how it felt when your lips first touched her tender lips?"

I nodded again.

"How it tickled and you didn't want it to stop because while it tickled, it also felt so good that you were afraid if you stopped it would hurt?"

That wasn't how I remembered my first kiss at all. In fact, it had been a little wet and sloppy and neither of us had known quite where to put our noses.

Something must have shown on my face because Bianca turned to me and reached out to lay her cool fingers on my cheek.

"Close your eyes, Brandon."

I was spellbound by her eyes and the cool touch of her hand on my cheek and did as she said.

"Our first time, we didn't know what we were doing." Bianca's voice said. "But, we closed our eyes and leaned in to each other until our lips touched, just like this."

The breath of her last words caressed my lips just ahead of her own. It was if someone had hooked an electric current up and touched the wires to my lips for a split second that was far, far too short.

"But, that first time, we didn't really know what we were doing. So we practiced."

Her lips touched mine again and I leaned in to prolong the contact as they pulled away.

"Again."

Those soft lips were back again and this time seemed to clutch at mine. I moaned as she pulled them away once more.

"And again." Her breath was a soothing balm to the pain of knowing her lips were there just out of reach. "For hours, we practiced on each other."

This time, her lips parted and the soft warm wetness beckoned me to do likewise. To drink the flavor of her mouth into mine.

And then pulled away before I could more than taste.

"In every way imaginable." Bianca whispered. "Until we were very, very good."

This time, her tongue darted out to touch my lips and I opened my mouth to meet it with my own. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her on top of me as our lips pressed and our tongues danced in a fruity, tangy dervish.

I never wanted to let her escape my hungry mouth as I licked and kissed and nibbled at her lips and tongue. I wanted to find a way to live the rest of my life attached to those marvelous lips.

And then, they were gone and their absence hurt. I opened my eyes to see her staring past me... at Amber. That kiss, that glorious wonderful kiss, hadn't been for me or even aimed at me. The most beautiful moment of my life had been aimed like a weapon at someone else.

Right at that moment, I wasn't sure I cared.

"And then, I did get a boyfriend." Bianca said. "Or so I thought. But, before I could get up the nerve to kiss him like that, my best friend did it and more besides. While I watched!"

I could feel her tits pressed against my chest and I could feel my cock standing at attention somewhere behind the fantastic view of them swelling out of the tops of their cups. But, I almost didn't care, if I could just taste those swollen, bruised lips once more.

"That is what we were." Bianca said. "And that is what she stole from me. My first kiss from my first boyfriend."

"Wait a second." I said as something nagged at me about her story. "Bianca, have you ever had another boyfriend."

Bianca looked down at me then, almost as if she were surprised to see me.

"Bianca," I tried again. "Am I the first man you've ever kissed?"

Bianca blinked and nodded and I felt her try to pull away.

"You only ever get one first kiss." I heard myself say. "And it's already too late to wait for someone else. So, let's at least make it a pleasure for you to remember."

I had no idea where the words came from. It didn't even really feel like it was me that said them. 

Bianca stopped pulling away and I saw her eyes look confused for a moment as she pressed half atop me. Then, her hand went to that stupid collar and she fingered the tag hanging from it and my heart sank. There was no way she would continue what she had started with the man that had given her such a terrible gift.

Bianca's hand dropped to my chest and I relaxed my arms regretfully to let her push herself away.

But, her hand didn't press, it caressed. And then, she leaned down once more and her lips touched mine again.

It was different this time. If the first had been a pleasure, this almost passed pleasure to exquisite torture. I knew, without knowing how, that she had been holding something back before, that her attention had been on the other person in the room. That I had been little more than a catalyst or a weapon aimed to hurt that other person.

This time... This time, her attention was focused solely on me. Her mouth was every bit as greedy as mine if not more. Her raven hair fell around us in a curtain, shutting out the firelight and the rest of the world. Nothing outside of our questing lips existed for either of us.

And then something did.

My arms holding her relaxed into a caress of her flesh that I hardly noticed in my lips drunken haze. Until, that is, her hand caught mine and I realized that my gentle caresses had moved from her back to her side and that she had caught my hand touching the side of her brassiere clad breast.

No! I thought as she broke of the contact and pulled away from me. No, no, no! How could I have been so stupid? Gotten so carried away?

But, her hands moved behind her back and those white cups loosened their firm grip on her mounding flesh. The straps slid down her arms and I saw just a flicker of dark nipple before her hand captured mine once more, and lifted to cover it.

I felt the hard tip of her flesh pressing into my palm as she leaned into me once more with her open mouth seeking to inhale mine. I fed her willingly, even gladly, feasting of her in return. I felt her generous breast filling my hand. And I felt her hand drifting low on my stomach.

We both gasped as her hand slipped inside the waistband of my underwear and touched my hot throbbing flesh.

She wrenched away from me and stood and I wondered what had gone wrong.

Only, she was lowering those white panties down her legs as she stood over me, offering me a glimpse of dark curls flashing between her thighs. And she was saying something.

"Off." Bianca said, raggedly. "Get them off."

My hands, of their own volition, speared the cloth wrapping my waist and shoved them away from me. The ache as my hard flesh caught and was yanked downwards before coming free and springing back was exquisite. I had only managed to get them to my knees before she was standing astride me with those beautiful curls almost touching the end of my nose.

I rolled my eyes to look up that naked perfection clad only in a black collar around her neck. The firelight glinted from the metal tag dangling from it and from her glorious eyes that were staring down at me.

"Kiss me, culero." She whispered. "Lick your bitch there."

I had never done it before, never even imagined it. But, she had said "kiss" and "lick" and they both sounded like wonderful ideas.

I leaned forward and touched my lips to her precious curls softly. Bianca moaned above me and her hands came up to thread through my hair. Leaning forward, I didn't need my hands to prop me, so I reached around her to fill them with her wonderful ass, a cheek for each palm.




Valentine Vengeance



As my tongue darted out, I found a crevice beneath the curls, the top of her sweet lips. As I pressed and quested with my tongue, she lifted one hand from my head to cup her breast while the other slid through the hair on top of my head.

I hit a nub, a hard bit of flesh, and she tilted her head back and moaned. A warm liquid touched my tongue, like honey soaked strawberries, and I lapped at it. The taste made me thirsty for more and I pressed her closer and dug with my tongue, questing and pressing and licking and tasting and wanting still more.

Bianca's legs started to quiver and she shoved my head back with such force that I had to release her to catch myself.

I had only a moment to wonder if I had done something wrong, before she was kneeling astride my thighs and pushing against my chest. Then I knew what she wanted from me and I wanted the same with every erg of my being.

Bianca followed me as I laid back. Her lips pressed against mine. Her chest pressed against mine. Her hips pressed against mine.

I yearned to be inside her, but a small part of me didn't want this feeling to end as her delicate nether lips imitated on my cock the kisses we were hungrily, achingly exchanging.

Then she moved just a little too much, or just the right amount, and I felt my tip slip between them. Her breath caught at mine and she froze for just a moment that was a slice of forever.

I couldn't move to press my hips from the floor. I couldn't even breathe.

Then with a slowness that made me want to scream, although whether from frustration or exhultation I couldn't tell, she lowered herself to take me inside her. Her hot sheath gripped me and took me in such small increments it felt as if time were standing still.

Bianca opened her eyes and looked into mine. There was a quiet need there that tugged at something deep down inside me.

"God, you are so beautiful." I heard my voice echo my thought. "Please."

Her black pupils seemed to dilate and cover the brown. They seemed to suck at my soul the same way her sweet pussy was sucking at my cock.

With a small cry, she sat up and I felt her take me to the hilt. Her fingernails dug into my chest as she began to rise then let herself fall, plunging me into her loving depths.

Soon, she was bouncing her hips, her generous breasts swaying with the movement, as she fucked me. Her eyes never left mine, never seemed to even blink as she pounded against me in tempo with my pulsing heartbeat.

Between one fall and the next rise, she seemed to lose the rhythm and her hips seemed to grind back and forth more than up and down. Her eyes blinked closed and her lips pulled back in a snarl.

I wanted more, damn it! I needed it, I wanted it, and I would have it!

I raised and twisted our bodies until she fell beside me. Her eyes seemed to open in shock as her back hit the thin padding of the blanket over the hard floor, but more from the absence of my cock filling her.

I knelt between her thighs and, ignoring a distracting twinge from my leg, sought that molten wetness once more. Never had I felt such all encompassing passion as I slid inside her.

My hips lunged forward knocking a small cry from her mouth and then pulled back to plunge forward once more. I needed to go faster. I needed to go harder. I moved one hand to hook under her knee as I watched her gorgeous tits bounce in counterpoint with my rapid thrusts.

Her hand clawed at my butt, her nails digging in, and she lifted her head to sink her teeth into my shoulder as a wetness drenched me. The combined sensation sent me over the edge and I felt my cock twitch once, twice, three times, buried to the hilt inside her.

We both panted for breath, locked in that intimate embrace. Then she lowered her head back to the floor and stared up at me. The moment seemed to need for me to say something, but nothing seemed appropriate. Then the perfect thing seemed to pop into my head from nowhere.

"I am your Valentine." I murmured as I leaned in to place my lips softly against hers.

It must have been perfect as I felt her arms around my neck and her lips, and her body, seemed to melt beneath mine.

"Oh, Jesus! Fuck!"

In our passion, I had forgotten there was anyone else with us. Apparently Bianca had too as I felt her jump even as I did. We broke our kiss and looked to Amber.

Amber was sitting in the same chair she had been in, but her panties were around one ankle on the floor and the other foot was on the table. She had a dildo inside her and was working it and a vibrator double time at her pussy that was thrusting up to meet every movement of her hands.

"Fuck! Fuck! Shit!" Amber howled.

Then her body seemed to convulse as she half twisted around in the chair and the hand with the dildo came out too far and pulled it from her hole followed by a gush of liquid that reached almost to the blanket.

"What the fuck?" I gaped. I'd never seen, or even heard of, a girl having a squirting orgasm before.

But, it became pretty obvious what it was as she shuddered and jerked in the chair. Her leg came down off the table and she dropped the dildo and vibrator to press her hands between her thighs.

Bianca, on the other hand, didn't seem at all surprised.

"Was it good for you, puta?"

"Yes." Amber hissed.

"As good as the real thing?"

Amber hesitated and stared at us still entangled before the fire.

"No." She said finally, almost reluctantly.

"Good." Bianca said with a smile.

"Please, Meja." Amber said and stood up from the chair.

"No." Bianca's voice was like the crack of a whip. Her finger swung around to point at Amber. "Sit."

Sensing that our moment was done, and with a throbbing in my shin that wouldn't be ignored, I withdrew from Bianca and collapsed beside her.

"Please, Bianca." Amber whispered, but I noticed she sat. "I miss you. I miss you so much."

"Do you?" Bianca asked, sitting up and turning so her back was to the fire.

"Yes." Amber said, sounding like she was near tears. "Please, Bianca. I love you. You're the only real friend I ever had."

"What about those other girls I see you walk the halls at school with?" Bianca asked. "What about the boys? Are none of them your friends?"

"Not like you, Meja." Amber whispered. "Not like you."

"I don't believe you." Bianca said. "Prove it to me."

"Anything." Amber said.

"Put this on." Bianca picked up the forgotten collar and threw it at Amber.

"What?" Amber asked. "Why?"

"Admit you are puta." Bianca said. "Embrace it. Admit you hurt us. Both of us."

Bianca's hand reached out and touched my thigh.

"Whoa." I said, capturing her hand and her attention. "Let's leave this just between the two of you. I'm good. Better than good actually."

Bianca's frown at my interruption tilted to a dazzling smile as I lifted her hand to my lips and placed a dry, chaste kiss on the back of her knuckles.

But, she shook her head.

"No, amante." Bianca said. "She needs to do this. For her."

I didn't understand what Bianca meant, although "amante" sounded better than "culero", but I decided to shut the hell up and let her do whatever it was she was doing.

"Put it on, puta." Bianca said.

"Please, don't make me." Amber said and squirmed in her chair.

"Put it on, puta." Bianca repeated. "If you ever want to be forgiven, start by putting the collar around your neck. If you won't, then don't ever try to tell me how much you miss me or how much you love me ever again."

Amber's head bowed and I waited for her to throw the collar back and storm out into the snow again.

"Nunca mas." Bianca said and started to turn away.

"No! Wait!"

To my amazement, Amber lifted the collar to her slender neck and fumbled with the fastening.

"I can't." Amber said and a tear fell down her face. "I can't get it fastened."

"Ai. Ven." Bianca waved her hand imperiously. "Come here. I will do it for you."

Amber got to her feet but stopped when Bianca held up her hand.

"Stop." Bianca said. "On your knees, like the dog you are."

This was making me uncomfortable. Whatever Amber had done, surely it didn't deserve this. And more likely than not, it was going to start another fight with me caught in the middle.

A small nagging voice pointed out that it was I who bought the collar and had the tag engraved. I shifted uncomfortably, but didn't say anything.

To my surprise, Amber didn't charge over swinging but dropped to her knees and started crawling over to Bianca. I felt my mouth hanging open, but couldn't seem to close it.

"Good girl." Bianca said. "Good puta. Bring me the collar so I can put it around your neck."

Amber's eyes never moved from Bianca as she crawled on her hands and knees until she reached her and rocked back on her heels to kneel in front of her.

"Good puta." Bianca said. "Let me have the collar so I can fasten it around your neck."

Even then, I expected the usual outburst. A yell of "Fuck you!" or "Go to hell!" Or maybe a more physical outburst of a slap or a punch. But, Amber continued to surprise me by putting the collar in Bianca's hand and then lifting her auburn wealth away from her slender neck.

Bianca, for her part, slipped the collar around that exposed neck and then deftly fastened it. Then she hooked her fingers in it and pulled Amber close.

"Only Brandon or I can take it off, do you understand?" Bianca whispered. "If you take it off, then you aren't sorry and you don't love me."

A shiver ran through Amber's body. I didn't think it was the cold, but I chose to pull my underwear up from my knees and get another log for the fire. More, I admit to have something to do rather than watch whatever was happening between those two.

"I understand." Amber said.

"Good." Bianca said as I sat back down a little further away from the pantomime. "What is your name?"

"Amber."

"No."

"Llamita?"

"That's not what this says." Bianca flicked the metal tag with a nail making it ring. Amber flinched. "What does this say your name is?"

"Puta." Amber said.

"Good girl." Bianca reached out her hand and caressed Amber's cheek. God help me, Amber leaned into the touch like a dog starved for attention while being petted.

I felt nauseated.

And yet, I felt strangely aroused. What had I imagined as I plotted my revenge, as I bought the collars and had the tags engraved, as I lured them out away from everyone else if not this? Or something very like it?

"Now, Puta, tell me. Do you feel bad about stealing Charles away from me?"

"Please," Amber said. "I wanted to share him with you. I wanted to share you. I was afraid I was going to lose you. I had tried everything I could think of to steal you back from him."

"What are you saying, Puta?" Bianca frowned.

"I love you, Bianca." Amber said simply. "I have always loved you. I will always love you."

There was a quiet dignity to Amber as she knelt there facing Bianca wearing nothing but that dog collar and confessing her love. She wasn't asking for forgiveness. She wasn't confessing a wrong as Bianca asked. She was declaring her love.

It was a priviledge to see it and it made my heart ache to realize that no one would ever love me with the same purity. The most I could ever ask for was to be allowed close enough to warm my cold heart near it's flame and try to hide the pang of jealousy that flared.

Bianca sat for a moment with her hand on Amber's face and contemplated her.

"You may kiss me, Puta."

My heart clenched, my cock twitched, and my eyes widened. But, Bianca stopped Amber as she leaned forward.

"No." Bianca said and leaned back. "Kiss me here."

I couldn't quite stop the gasp that escaped me. Yes, I had done it. But, that was different. I just couldn't see Amber sticking her face in the sticky gooey mess that Bianca and I had made together.

I felt dizzy as Amber did just that, lowering her shoulders and head between Bianca's thighs.

"That's it, Puta." Bianca said, lying back and placing her hands on Amber's red crown. "Apologize. Clean me up. Let me feel how sorry you are and how much you missed me."

I had thought that my making love to Bianca, or she making love to me, was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. Watching them together there in the firelight surpassed anything I had ever managed to dream.

Amber slid her knees back one at a time and her ass lowered to the floor. Her hands were under Bianca, lifting her. Her thick auburn mane trailed along Bianca's thighs as her head bobbed and she made sounds.

My cock was erect and throbbing again when I saw Bianca's stomach flex and her thighs tremble and I was absently stroking it through my underwear as I avidly watched light skin move against dark.

When Bianca lowered her head once more, she turned and opened her eyes to look at me and then reached out her hand to caress my thigh.

That touch felt almost blasphemous, as if I were an ugly discordent note in an otherwise beautifully played concerto. But, I thanked her by placing my hand in hers and felt her fingers grip mine in return.

"That's enough." Bianca said, sitting up and pulling away. "Puta, you heard Brandon say he is my Valentine, did you not?"

"Yes." Amber's eyes flickered a glance at me.

I had said that, hadn't I. I felt a moment of apprehension wondering just what I had done by saying that, or why I had even said it.

"And I am his." Bianca said. "You saw me give myself to him. You tasted him inside me as you kissed me."

"Yes." Amber said sadly.

"I am not the only one you have wronged." Bianca said. "You must apologize to him too."

Amber's eyes flickered to me again and this time I saw a hint of the expected rebellion in them. What she had submitted to so far, she had done out of love for Bianca. She felt no such compulsion to do so with me.

I opened my mouth to say it was all right, that I was good. But, Bianca interrupted me before I could speak.

"I wish this, Puta." Bianca said. "I want you to clean him of the mess I made on him as you cleaned the mess he made in me. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Amber said, and when she looked at me again, the rebellion was gone.

Instead, there was a look of almost lust.

"Help him free from his chones, puta." Bianca said.

I watched as the fantasy redhead that so many of us had dreamed about crawled slowly to me wearing nothing but her collar, her lithe lean muscles flexing beneath her alabaster skin and gulped as she reminded me more of a hunting cat stalking it's prey than a dog seeking attention.

I glanced at Bianca to see if she really meant me to go through with this. Jen had gotten funny when I even looked at another girl. To have the girl I had just fucked siccing another girl on me was passing strange on a night already filled with wonders.

Bianca just leaned back on one elbow and caressed her breast with the other hand and watched and gave me no clue one way or the other.

I felt the tug as Amber hooked her claws in my waistband and lifted my hips to allow her to slide them down. Unlike my earlier encounter with Bianca, Amber slid them all the way down my legs and off my feet. I felt oddly exposed and vulnerable and wondered if I would have felt the same if it had been Bianca taking them from me.

Amber turned and glanced at Bianca who held out her hand. I wondered what she was going to do with them. Sniffing underwear was just a guy thing, wasn't it?

Bianca just tossed them over in the corner where she had thrown her own before our mutual molesting of the other.

"Smell him, Puta." Bianca said. "No, not his chest. Smell his pito, his cock."

Strands of captured flame danced across my thighs as I heard Amber sniffing at my crotch.

"Do you smell me on him, Puta?"

"Yes."

"Lick it off."

A shudder ran through me as Amber's long tongue ran down the side of my shaft then pulled back to lick the other side.

"Good, Puta." Bianca said. "Now take it in your mouth and suck my juices off him."

I fought to keep my eyes open as the sensation of delicate lips parted around my head and glided down my shaft.

"Do you remember doing this to Charles, Puta? I remember seeing it. Do you remember doing it?"

"Mmm hmmm." Amber hummed with me in her mouth and my eyes did flutter closed for just a moment at the blissful sensation.

"You said you did it because you wanted to share him, Puta."

Amber's lips came away with a pop and I groaned.

"I wanted to have you to myself or, if I couldn't, to share you." Amber said.

"I didn't say you could stop sucking him, Puta."

Amber, for lack of a better term, attacked my cock, plunging me so deep in her mouth that she coughed and gagged.

"Aw, what's the matter, Puta?" Bianca asked. "You didn't have so much trouble when I saw you with Charles. Is it because he was a boy and Brandon is a man?"

"Mmm hmm." Amber hummed.

"Too much man, Puta?"

Amber's emerald eyes glinted at me. I almost reached to pull her off my cock imagining the teeth hiding behind those delicate lips.

"I asked if the man who just fucked me is too much man for you, Puta."

"NNhhh uhh." Amber mumbled, shaking her head no. I flinched from the sharp movement and the contact with her hard teeth.

"That's good, Puta." Bianca said. "Because I am sharing him with you. Like I didn't share Charles. Do you see the difference, Puta? With Charles you didn't ask, you just took. With Brandon, we offered to include you."

A tear glimmered in Amber's eye for just a moment before cascading down her cheek. I reached for her and she pulled back with wide eyes. I remembered Jen doing that and telling me that she hated when I touched her head, that she felt like I was going to force her down on me.

But, I touched Amber's cheek and caught that crystalline teardrop on my fingertip.

"You don't have to do this," I heard my voice say. "You can stop if you would rather not."

I glanced at Bianca and she looked strangely upset. I wasn't sure why she would be upset by me turning down a blowjob from someone else and reached out to her. Bianca blinked and slowly unbent the elbow that was propping her head up to take it.

"You don't either of you have to do anything you don't want to." I said again, this time looking in Bianca's eyes, willing her to understand that I meant her sharing me with Amber as much as Amber suckling at my cock.

"I want to." Bianca said with a soft smile. "But, we'll let Llamita make up her own mind."

Amber let go my cock with another pop that made me wince and looked to Bianca.

"It's up to you, Llamita." Bianca said. "Believe it or not, I do want you to enjoy this. If you don't then we can stop."

"I thought I was 'Puta' now." Amber said.

"You are, Llamita." Bianca said. "They both mean you."

"Can I take the collar off?" Amber asked.

"If you wish." Bianca said.

"But, you won't forgive me." Amber said. "You won't let me be your friend. You said it and I believe you."

"I said what I did to make a point and get it to sink into your beautiful head, Llamita." Bianca let go of my hand and sat up. "You want your own way and will stop at nothing to get it. And you expect people to forgive you when you smile at them because you are beautiful. You've been that way since we were children."

"No, I don't." Amber said.

"You're doing it now, puta." Bianca said. "You have done it so long and so well, you don't even realize it, but you do."

"Sorry, Meja." Amber said. "Or should I call you 'Bitch' now?"

Bianca laughed and her hand found the metal dog tag on her collar.

"I like 'Bitch' better." Bianca said. "I am Bitch. Brandon said he is my Valentine, but I am his bitch and he has tamed me. I am his for as long as he wants me to be. So, yes. Call me 'Bitch' if you wish to play with us."

"I tamed you?" I asked, butting in.

"Even a tame bitch may bite if mistreated," Bianca arched an eyebrow at me. "But, yes. I am yours for as long as you want me and when you don't I will let you go."




Valentine Vengeance



"And the collar?" I asked, feeling a little better with the assurance that we weren't necessarily talking about anything permenant.

"This is mine." Bianca said. "I earned it and I will keep it and I may even wear it from time to time to remind me of what consequences my actions might bring to others."

Amber was silent as we talked, but she still lay between my legs. My cock had softened once more as there was nothing to hold it's interest.

"So, what you are saying is you belong to Brandon now." Amber asked, sounding sad.

"Yes." Bianca said.

"But, what if I want to make love to you?"

That got my cock's attention and it started twitching and swelling along my thigh.

"Then you would have to ask Brandon if he wanted to share." Bianca said. "Because I wouldn't unless he gave his okay."

"You can do what you want with who you want." I heard myself say. "It is your body and I am lucky when you share it with me. But, you can choose who to share it with. Anyone else you wish."

I heard what I was saying, but it didn't make sense to me. And at the same time, it felt right. Just because Bianca had let me put my cock in her didn't give me ownership and neither did that damn collar.

"Not without your approval." Bianca said. "And I won't share it with you if you share yours with someone else without asking me first."

"That sounds fair." I shrugged.

"Except that puta between your legs," Bianca continued. "You both have my permission to share any time and anywhere you both wish."

"Did you hear that, Amber?" I asked, reaching out to touch her chin and turn her to face me. "She said, if you wish. So, you don't have to do anything with me if you don't want to."

"Okay, it's official." Amber wrinkled her nose. "You are the fucking wierdest guy I've ever met."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Not even a question." I said.

"Do you think I'm sexy?"

"Yes, I do." I said.

"Then why would you stop me when I had your dick in my mouth and carry on a conversation with Bitch while I'm lying between your legs as naked as the day I was born and when it's over, insist that I should stop if I don't want to do it."

"Er, when you put it that way, I don't really know." I smiled at her. "Get back to work, Puta."

"Actually, I have a better idea." Bianca said and stood and grabbed the collar around Amber's neck. "Do you want to play with us, Puta?"

Amber blinked and I wondered which way this going to go.

"Yes." Amber managed to get out.

"With both of us?" Bianca asked as she leaned close and hoisted Amber higher to look into her eyes.

Amber was bent back with her pelvis on the floor and her arms almost at full extension and Bianca's fingers hooked in the collar holding her there.

"Yes." Amber gurgled.

"Then get up, Puta." Bianca said.

Amber got to her knees and then stood and Bianca led her back to the table.

"You have been bad, Puta." Bianca said. "I told you to please my man and you couldn't do it."

"I'm sorry, Bitch."

"Not as sorry as you will be, Puta." Bianca said. "Hmm. What do we have here? Look at all of these goodies our Valentine has brought me to torture you with. Do you know what this is?"

Amber's eyes widened as Bianca held up the butt plug and they weren't the only ones. My eyes got a little wide too.

"Yes, Bitch." Amber said.

"Good, Puta." 

Bianca set it in the chair Amber had been in and then picked up a bottle of lubricant. I started to point out that Marge had said that one was for anal and one for vaginal, but Bianca set the one down and picked up the other.

I watched as she opened it and drizzled it over the small, and yet large considering where it was going, chunk of latex. I couldn't believe Bianca was going to try to get Amber to use it.

"Sit on it, Puta."

I couldn't believe Amber would actually consider doing it.

My jaw dropped as Amber turned around and lowered her slender hips towards the tip of the toy.

Amber glanced back and forth from Bianca to me about the time she would have felt the tip of the fat thing touching her anus and I half expected someone to laugh and yell "gotcha"!

No one did.

Amber groaned as she sat her full weight on the toy and I joined in as her ass cheeks touched the chair.

"Good Puta." Bianca said. "Now, look what we have here."

She held up one of the nipple clamps with the bell on it and both Amber's and my eyes grew impossibly wider.

Bianca clipped one of the clamps on Amber's nipple and then reached for the other and affixed it the same way.

"Now, sit up straight, Puta, and reach behind you with your hands and grab the back of the chair."

I had passed the point where I could be amazed when Amber did what Bianca told her.

"Very good, Puta." Bianca said. "Now, don't move until I say you can."

And we found out one thing the peacock feather could be for as Bianca shifted it so it was laying off the table, just touching Amber's side. I heard a bell ring.

"I said don't move, Puta." Bianca snarled. "You didn't please my man like I asked you to, so now I am going to have to show you how. You sit there and don't move and watch and learn. If I hear that bell ring, I will know you moved and I will be very unhappy. If you think this is bad, you don't want to see what I come up with if you make me unhappy."

Amber blinked up at Bianca, but didn't move. Not even to nod.

"Now then, my sweet Valentine." Bianca turned and began a slow sensuous saunter back to me. "I want to share this body with you. Do you like it?"

I could only nod and be glad I wasn't drooling as Bianca paused and ran her hand from the side of her full breast down to her wide hip.

"I'm glad." Bianca smiled at the sincerity I am sure was reflected in my eyes. "I've never had the chance to suck a man's cock before. Would you mind if I tried?"

I shook my head hard enough it was a miracle it didn't roll off my shoulders.

"Oh, good." Bianca knelt between my spread legs and lowered her body. "Now, remember, I've never done this for anyone before. So, if I do something wrong, be sure and tell me. All right."

I nodded again and heard one of my vertebrae pop.

"Mmmm." Bianca said as she ran her lips down the side. "It's so hard but the skin is so soft on my lips."

I heard a bell ring and glanced at Amber.

"I said don't move, Puta." Bianca said, pointing at Amber without looking.

Amber was trembling and each tremor raked that feather across her tender skin. I watched her as I felt Bianca's lips touch my shaft once more and Amber's lips parted and she leaned forward slowly enough that it didn't ring the bells.

"Mmm. So warm." Bianca said kissing her way up one side of the shaft and down the other. "Tell your bitch what to do."

"Take me in your mouth." I said. "I want to feel your lips wrapped around me."

"You forgot to say my name."

"Please, Bianca." I said.

Bianca smiled and winked at me. I caught on to what she wanted.

"Suck me, bitch." I said.

Bianca parted her lips and slid them across my most delicate skin and I heard a moan echoing mine from across the room.

"Was that good?" Bianca asked as she slurped those full lips off the end.

"Oh, yeah." I said.

"You have to tell me." Bianca said. "I've never done this before. And don't forget to use my name."

"You sucked me real good, bitch." I said. "Do it again."

Her soft lips engulfed me again and I could hear Amber panting over the pop and crackle of the fire.

"Can you take it any deeper, bitch?" I asked. "Don't hurt yourself."

Bianca winked at me and pushed her mouth over my cock. With still about an inch or so to go, she coughed and slid back.

"It's so big." Bianca said, sliding her hand across my length. "I don't see how this huge thing was in my pussy, fucking me so good."

A bell rang.

"Don't you move, Puta." Bianca snarled. "I'm getting him good and worked up so he'll mount me from behind like the bitch I am and I don't want to have to stop and come punish you."

Amber was panting hard now and I could see lines of the lean muscles in her arms, legs, and torso as they flexed and tensed.

Bianca looked back at me.

And laid there looking at me with her hand sliding slowly up and down the length of my cock.

Oh, right.

"Suck my cock, bitch."

Bianca smiled and then engulfed me once more.

"What was that about me fucking you from behind, bitch?"

"Yes, please." Bianca slipped me from her mouth to answer.

"Then you have to earn it." I said. "Bob your head faster and suck it like you want it."

Bianca began bobbing her head faster and faster until she was almost fucking me with her mouth. She went too deep again and choked, but gamely kept bobbing.

"That's enough, bitch." I said. "So, you want me to take you doggy style?"

"Yes." Bianca hissed. "Take me like a bitch."

"You are a bitch." I said. "You're my bitch. Turn around, bitch."

Bianca got up on all fours and turned so her ass was point at me.

"I don't know if you're wet enough." I said. "Show me."

Bianca glanced back at me and I thought she didn't understand what I wanted.

"Put your fingers in your pussy." I explained.

Still, she knelt there looking at me.

Oh, right.

"Do it, bitch."

Bianca plunged two finger in herself hard enough and fast enough that I winced. But, when she pulled them out, they glistened in the firelight.

I was a little more careful as I pushed up behind her and pressed the tip of my throbbing cock against her entrance.

I took the opportunity to lean over her and whisper in her ear away from Amber.

"I don't want to hurt you." I said.

"You are doing great." Bianca whispered back. "I'll tell you if it starts to hurt. God, she's almost ready."

Ready for what? I wondered as I leaned back and slid in Bianca's wet and welcoming hole.

"You feel so good." I moaned as I felt her round ass against my hips.

"Then fuck me good." Bianca said.

"Oh, I'm going to, bitch." I said.

I felt Bianca's pussy clench when I said "bitch" and wondered just who this little play was for as I glanced at Amber. I reached to place my hands on Bianca's hips and it was almost as if they were molded just for my grip.

I pulled back and then plunged forward.

Bianca grunted. Was that good or bad? I wondered.

"You like that, bitch?" I asked.

"Oh, God, yes." Bianca said. "Fuck your bitch. Fuck me hard."

That seemed clear enough, so I pulled back and plunged in again. In and out, in and out. Faster and faster I pressed my hips as my hands pulled her back against me.

"Look how he's making my big tits bounce, Puta!" Bianca said at one point.

I had forgotten about Amber again, so intent was I on plumbing the very depths of the gorgeous woman in front of me.

Amber had shifted. Her legs were on either side of the chair and I could see her pussy flexing and grinding against the seat, slowly so as not to cause the bells to ring.

"His dick feels so big in me, Puta." Bianca said.

"You like it, bitch?" I asked again.

"Fuck your bitch harder." Bianca said. "Treat me like the bitch I am."

I worked my hips harder and heard a slap slap slap as they crashed into her ass making it ripple.

"Oh, fuck yes!" Biance yelled.

My leg picked just then to remind me that it was hurt and was not into the spirit of things.

"Ow. Fuck." I said, sliding out of Bianca completely and falling on my ass.

I had to use my hands to pull my leg out straight.

"Sorry." I said as Bianca whipped around.

"No, I'm sorry." Bianca said. "I didn't think about your leg."

"Me either." I heard my voice say. "You have that effect on me. Your beauty can make me forget broken bones."

Where the fuck did that come from? I wondered. Although I guessed it was true since I had hopped up behind her and pumped away as she asked without a thought.

"Can you keep going?" Bianca's smile at the compliment was brilliant. "Or do you need to stop?"

"As long as someone else is doing the kneeling, I'm game." I said.

"Good." Bianca said and turned to look at Amber. "Did you see how his cock was in me, Puta?"

"Yes." Amber hissed.

"It's still wet from my pussy." Bianca said. "Do you remember what they told us about sex in Health class? That every time we had sex with someone it would be like having sex with everyone they had had sex with?"

Amber quivered as she stared at Bianca. I heard a bell, but Bianca didn't say anything, so I guessed we were done with that game.

"With his cock still wet from my pussy, it would be almost like it was my cock fucking you, don't you think, Puta?"

Amber's shivers grew more pronounced. The bells tinkled like windchimes on a breezy afternoon.

"You can move, Puta."

"Jesus Chr- mmph!" I managed as a red headed blur streaked into my arms, knocking me backwards.

"Fuck me!" Amber panted. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Please, fuck me."

"Fuck my cock, Puta." Bianca said from somewhere behind the armload of pale flesh and red hair.

Amber reached between us and I felt her fingers wrap around my cock and guide it into a molten heat that almost burned it was so hot.

"Oh, God, yes!" Amber cried to the ceiling as I felt her grip the entire shaft. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

The bells were ringing as they swung wildly.

"Come here, Bitch." Amber said and half turned, holding out her hand. "Please, come here!"

Bianca came into view over her shoulder and Amber pulled her arm.

"I love you. I love you." Amber chanted. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you, too, Puta." 

"Kiss me." Amber panted. "Please, kiss me."

My cock twitched as I saw their lips meet for the first time, but I wasn't even close to climax.

"Nice." Bianca pulled away and licked her lips. "But, I'm not the one you should be kissing."

"But, I like kissing you." Amber wailed.

"And I like kissing you." Bianca said. "But, who was it who brought us back together? Who was it who went out and carried you back in the snow? Who's cock is making you feel so good right now?"

Amber fell atop me and her bells dug into my chest as her lips touched mine.

"Thank you." Amber punctuated each kiss. "Thank you. Thank you. I love you. Thank you."

I caught the energetic fireball by her neck and her hips and pulled her close, crushing her to me and stilling her movements.

"I love you, too, Amber." I heard my voice say. "And you will always have a home wherever we are."

I wondered where the hell all this crazy shit coming out my mouth was coming from, but decided it didn't matter as I looked into Amber's wide eyes and then lifted my head to touch my lips gently to hers.

Another electric shock coursed through me and I felt my cock tense and then a burst of seed flew deeper inside her. And a second. And a third.

Amber screamed into my mouth and her body went completely rigid. A drenching wetness flowed over my thighs and balls and my cock gave a final twitch. Then, she collapsed and her body went boneless.

"Amber?" I said. "Amber?"

Bianca leaned over and peeled one eye open.

"Damn." She said. "I guess Puta is done for the night. Here, roll her off to the side and let's get these nipple clamps off. I think we'll wait for the butt plug until she comes to and take her outside."

"It's pretty fucking cold." I said as I watched Bianca removed the nipple clamps.

"We don't have water." Bianca said. "Or I would do it in the shower. I think when we pull the plug, more is going to come out, if you see what I mean."

"Thanks, yeah." I grimaced. "I get it."

"What about you, my Valentine?" Bianca asked. "Are you done for now? Or are you ready for round three?"

"I think you could get a dead man up just by crooking a finger." I smiled up at her standing over me. "If you want more, I'll try. But, what I would really like is for you to lie down here beside me and let me hold you for a bit."

"I can do that."

Feeling Bianca's warm soft flesh pressed against me with Amber lying on the other side of me was like a little slice of heaven on earth. I knew, literally, hundreds of guys that would have cheerfully killed me to take my place. But for some ineffable reason, I was the one there.

"What you said to her was very sweet." Bianca said. "I thank you for it, but I hope you meant it."

I thought back over what I had said to Amber. What had I said to Amber? Did I mean it?

"Yes." I said. "I meant it."

"Good." Bianca said. "I love you. I would hate to have to kill you."

"If you killed me, you couldn't fuck me anymore." I teased, hoping to lighten the mood.

"What happened to getting a dead man up by crooking my finger, eh?" Bianca sighed. "Fine, I wouldn't kill you. But, I would at least break your other leg."

I believed her.

Something about the night bothered me.

"Bianca, can I ask you something without you taking it the wrong way?"

Bianca raised up and looked at me.

"Brandon, I meant what I said." Bianca said. "If you don't want me, I will let you go gracefully. I won't cling to your leg and weep and wear sackcloth and ashes."

"What?" I blinked at her. "What brought that up?"

"Isn't that what you wanted to ask about?" Bianca asked. "Boys get all worked up when a girl even hints about 'ever after'."

"What happened to 'man, not a boy'?" I snorted. "No, I wanted to ask about something else. But, I really don't want to offend you. It doesn't matter, but I am curious."

Bianca laid with her chin on my chest and stared at me with big brown eyes.

"When you said you had never been with a guy, never even kissed one much less anything else." I said. "Was that an act? Or was that real?"

"It was real." Bianca said. "You are the first boy or man I have ever kissed other than family. You are the first to see me naked since the one time Papi tried to change my diaper and failed miserably. Yours is the first cock I've ever seen, touched, kissed, sucked, or taken inside me. Why do you ask?"

"You seem to know things." I said. "Things I don't know and Amber doesn't know. And we have both been with other people. But, you knew that. Didn't you?"

"I did." Bianca nodded. "I knew you weren't a virgin. As for knowing things, I like to learn things and I like to read. As for what I read, you can blame our sleeping flame for that. She got me started down this road."

"What about... I thought the first time was supposed to be painful for a girl." I said. God knew Jen had screamed and cried and carried on.

"I read about that too." Bianca said. "And I decided I didn't want my first night to be painful and traumatic. So, I took care of it. I hope you aren't too disappointed."

"'Relieved' would be closer." I said. "But how did you take care of it?"

"Well, you remember how I mentioned that sharing a boy wasn't the same as sharing a hairbrush?"

It took me a second to catch her meaning and when I did, it struck me as funny. I dozed off still smiling to the sounds of Bianca's quiet breathing on my chest.

Teeth on my earlobe woke me.

"Don't move." Amber whispered. "Do not wake her. I just wanted to make something perfectly clear."

"Okay." I whispered back.

"I meant what I said." Amber whispered. "I do love you, if not as much as I do Bianca. So, it would really hurt me to have to kill you. But, if you ever hurt her, I will kill you without batting an eye and tell God you were too stupid to let live. Do you understand me? You can nod if you do."

I nodded my head once.

"Good." Amber said. "And for the record, you made me cum harder than I ever have."

With that, she nestled against my chest, with her head touching Bianca's and I heard her snoring softly before my eyes drifted closed once more.

"God! I fucking hate you, you cunt!"

I woke to Amber screaming and the door slamming open against the wall as Amber and Bianca came in, still naked. I could see the glow of sunlight reflecting off the snow before they shut the door.




Valentine Vengeance



"It had to come out, Puta."

"I know that, Bitch." Amber yelled. "But, you didn't have to pack fucking snow on my ass! That shit was fucking cold!"

"We didn't have toilet paper, Puta!" Bianca yelled back. "How did you expect to get clean?"

"Not that way!"

"Good morning to you two as well." I yawned. "I take it the plug is out."

"Fuck you, fucker!" Amber spat.

"I love you."

I had said the words playfully, but hearing them out loud made me pause and think about what I had just said. In just under twelve hours... Was it only twelve hours? I had gone from hating these two and trying to embarass them and maybe get them arrested to protecting them to fucking them, or being fucked by them, and now was tossing around "the L word". And I think I meant it. What the fuck was going on?

"I love you, too." Amber said more quietly. "But, I don't particularly like either one of you very much right now."

"How about if Bianca and I heat up some water and give you a sponge bath?"

"Her name is Bitch." Amber said. "But, I might be willing to forgive the two of you if you could do that."

"What about you?" I asked Bianca. "Do you have a kiss for your Valentine sweetheart?"

Her smile was like the sun coming out from behind the clouds as brillaint teeth shone against brown skin.

"I do." She said.

Unfortunately, she forgot she was still carrying the butt plug in her hand when she threw her arms around my neck.

"Whoa!" I wrinkled my nose after a perfunctory kiss. "What the hell have you been eating, Amber? Kimchi?"

"Hey, Valentine." Amber bent over and spread her cheeks with her hands. "Where's my Valentine's Day kiss?"

Bianca literally fell on her ass laughing.

"God, that feels so good." Amber murmured an hour later as Bianca and I sat on either side of her in front of the fire after rolling the blanket up to get it out of the way and gently rubbed her with the only cloth we had, my pants torn in half, with warm, soapy water.

"It's my turn next." Bianca said with a smile.

"Fuck you, Bitch." Amber said. "I was the one with a bowling pin stuck up my ass. You want this treatment, you have to take a turn on the sit and spin."

"She's full of shit." I stage whispered Bianca. "You know as well as I do that she would love to soap your beautiful body up."

"Not full of shit anymore." Amber said with her hand up.

Bianca fell over laughing again.

Amber farted.

"Damn, Amber." I coughed. "Warn a guy."

"Excuse me." Amber said. 

And farted again.

Perhaps thirty minutes later, we were lying on the blanket with our feet towards the fire once more. The girls laid on either side of me with their heads on my chest and almost touching while they stared at the fire. I settled for watching the shadows on the ceiling and wondering at the changes in us all.

"What were you planning to study in college, Brandon?" Bianca asked.

The idea of college and the scholarships that I had lost hardly gave me a pang as I laid there with two beautiful women.

"I don't know." I yawned. "Whatever, you know? I was just going to do my five years and try to make a pro training camp somewhere."

"God, I have always hated questions like those." Amber said. "'What do you want to be when you grow up?' Do you remember the look on Ms Sampson's face back in second grade when I told her I wanted to be an exotic dancer? I didn't even know what that was, it just sounded cool."

"You didn't!" I chuckled.

"Oh, that's right. You were across the hall in Mrs. Patterson's." Amber said. "Yeah, I did. I don't even remember where I heard it. I just, you know, thought it was like ballet or jazz like the classes I had to take. She almost had a stroke. What did you say? A football player?"

"Probably." I shrugged. "For as far back as I remember, those have been the only two choices. Either play football or farm like the other men in my family back across the generations."

"I'll be honest," Amber said. "I don't really give a shit what I do as long as it's far away from here."

Bianca hadn't said anything after the initial question, so I decided to throw it back at her.

"What are you going to do in college, Bianca?"

"I have two years to decide for sure." Bianca said. "But, I will either be a nurse or a school teacher."

"You've been saying that since we were kids." Amber said. "Why not a doctor or a principal?"

"Do you really want to know?" Bianca asked. "Or are you just being Puta?"

"I'm curious." I interjected. 

Although the bickering between the two had turned good natured and even friendly, I was still more than half afraid that a spark at the wrong time would have them at each other's throats again. What they did once we were safe was their lookout, but as long as we were trapped together, I wanted to make sure we all stayed friendly, however we had gotten to that point.

"It's a bunch of things, really." Bianca said. "Are you sure you want to hear it all?"

"Well, we sure aren't going anywhere." I said. "And we don't have anything better to do."

"We could fuck." Amber said. "You know, it being Valentine's Day and all. Two girls and one boy, all of legal age and all naked. I'm sure we could come up with something we haven't done yet."

"You have a one track mind, Puta." Bianca laughed. "But, it looks like someone agrees with you."

"Hey, don't blame me." I said as I felt a hand wrap around my suddenly hard cock. "I'm an eighteen year old guy between two naked and incredibly beautiful eighteen year old girls and it has a mind of it's own."

"I'm curious." Bianca said, turning her head to look at me with those big brown eyes and her chin on her chest. "You've told Amber twice now, but you haven't said it to me. Do you not love me, Valentine?"

Did I? Didn't I? Why would I? How could I not? The questions ricocheted around my brain.

I took so long to answer that the hand on my cock, whichever it belonged to, stopped moving and Amber turned to look at me as well.

"You know, Tech isn't all that far." I heard my voice say. "You could live here in this house with me while you got your degree."

Bianca's brown eyes welled up with tears and Amber sat up with her mouth hanging open.

"Holy shit, Brandon!" Amber finally managed. "You could have just told her you love her. That was all she was asking."

"You, too, Llamita." I heard Bianca's nickname for Amber fall out of my mouth. "I know you said you want out of here, but if you stay, you are welcome to stay here, with me. With us."

"Wouldn't that just set all these Bible thumpers on their ear?" Amber grinned, then it faded. "You're serious? Really? I don't know, Brandon. I mean, I love Bianca. I've loved her since before I even knew what love was. And I think I've fallen in love with you, too. I'm pretty sure. But, in May, we graduate and I can finally get out of here and see the world outside this dust bowl. Why don't the two of you come with me? We could travel. See Europe and the Orient while we are still young enough to appreciate it."

"And live on what, Llamita?" Bianca was shaking her head. "Your father's money until he cut you off and then your looks and Brandon's strong back? No. I've gone to bed hungry. I know what it's like. I will be going to college in the fall. Here.

"As for you, amante." Bianca turned her eyes back to me. "I think we both should think about that for awhile. Make sure it's not just passion asking and answering. Ask me at graduation, and I will answer."

"Fair enough." I said, unsure why I had even said it in the first place. Three months 'til graduation was a long time. And who knew if we would even still be speaking to each other once we were out of here and back in school.

"Well, that's three months away." Amber echoed my thoughts. "We're here now and naked and I'm bored and horny. So, let's fuck and worry about all that in three months."

"I believe it's my turn, Puta." Bianca said.

"No problem." Amber said just a little too quickly.

If Bianca hadn't scooted down my stomach to take my no longer softening cock in her mouth, I think I might have realized the tall sexy redhead was up to something.

But, hey, Bianca was the one doing the work while I was reaping the benefits and she didn't see it coming either.

When Amber went to the table and came back with both sets of nipple clamps, we laughed and didn't either of us notice that she was hiding something else.

I lay there with one hand behind my head while the other lazily stroked my cock and watched them suck each others nipples and then put the clamps on them.

"I think that's too tight, Puta." Bianca said with a wince.

"You get used to it." Amber said. "And they have to be tight enough to stay on while you swing those udders around, cowgirl."

"You're just jealous because you could still wear one of my training bras from when we were fourteen." Bianca said with a grin.

"I'm not jealous of anything." Amber said with a wicked grin. "After all, I get to play with them again without having to carry them around all the time."

"I'm teasing you, Puta." Bianca said. "I admit I am a little jealous. You are just perfect, and these things get in the way."

"Blasphemy!" Amber giggled. "Let's ask Brandon. Who's tits do you like better?"

Even though we were all naked and laughing and playing, and they were fondeling each others naked breasts as they grinned at me, I smelled a trap.

"You are both perfect." I sighed happily. "I could lay here all day and look at either one of you. With you together, I can die a happy man."

"That sounded like a cop out." Amber teased.

"Don't tease him, Puta." Bianca said. "It sounded like just the right answer to me."

I watched as Bianca leaned in to kiss Amber and felt honored to witness it. While leaner and more athletic, Amber was still a girl and soft. In that moment, I couldn't understand why anyone, male or female, would choose to kiss a guy if there was a willing girl available.

"As nice as this is, I interrupted something." Amber broke away with a grin. "I'll let you get back to it, while I find something else to do. Maybe something else to kiss while you are kissing his cock."

"Oh, and what would that be, Puta?" Bianca said merrily.

"You'll find out, Bitch." Amber grinned and turned Bianca towards me and bent down behind her.

"Ooh." Bianca said and wrinkled her nose at me. "She's kissing my pussy."

And still neither of us guessed just what Amber was up to as Bianca's mouth found my cock once more. I still couldn't understand why a girl would choose a guy when there was a willing girl available, but I was damn glad for it.

Amber's head lifted up behind Bianca. When her beautiful tits came into view over Bianca's raised ass, I didn't think anything of it other than to enjoy the hell out of the view.

Then Bianca squealed around my cock.

"How do you like that, Bitch?" Amber asked. "Hey, Brandon. Since I'm fucking her, that means I won, right?"

The little minx had gotten the strap-on from the table and somehow, while she was licking Bianca while Bianca was licking me, had gotten the thing on without us noticing.

"Ai, puta!" Bianca gasped. "She's fucking me, amante. She's got that cock up inside your pussy."

"Does it feel good, bitch?" Amber asked as I heard her narrower hips slapping against Bianca's ample ass.

"God, yes!" Bianca said and went back to slathering my cock with her saliva.

"From where I sit, it makes me the winner." I said with a grin. "You two are magnificent. I could watch you fuck this bitch all day, puta."

I could have. The sight of Amber's sleek muscles rippling beneath her alabaster skin as she pumped into Bianca's curvier, softer body making her hazelnut skin jiggle pleasantly. I could hear the bells making a symphony of sounds in counterpoint to each other beneath Bianca's slurping moans around my cock.

"Just wait 'til I use it on you." Amber grinned at me.

"That's not going to happen." I laughed.

"Oh, so it was all right for me to take that huge thing up my ass, but not you, huh?" Amber said.

"I didn't have a thing to do with that." I said. "All I did was make a getaway from Marge with it in the bag I carried here. It could have been tossed out as far as I was concerned."

"Good point. It was someone else that shoved a bowling pin up my ass." Amber slapped Bianca's ass cheek making it bounce. "Maybe I should just..."

"Don't you dare, puta!" Bianca squealed, dropping my cock from her mouth and lowering her ass to the ground so I could see that Amber had pulled out.

"But, you did it to me, bitch."

Amber could have the most purely evil laugh I had ever encountered.

Bianca accidently kicked my leg squirming away from Amber.

"Ow, easy." I said. "Hang on. You guys are going to break it again."

"Don't let her put that thing in my ass." Bianca had stopped squirming, afraid of hurting me. But she had climbed up high enough that my cock was nestled between her tits as she wrapped her arms around me.

"She won't." I said, stroking her dark hair and enjoying the pleasant way that she squished against my hardness.

"Are you sure?" Amber asked, poking one of Bianca's ass cheeks with the fake phallus.

"I'm sure that you love her and would never hurt her." I said. "And if she didn't want you to do something, you wouldn't."

"Well, fuck." Amber said with a smile. "You know me too well already."

"Only the most important things, such as your love for Bianca." I heard my voice say. "But, I look forward to learning everything that you are willing to share."

The grin slid off Amber's face. Her eyes, as she looked at me, were shocked, as if I had slapped her. I wasn't sure why I had said what I had, but I didn't see anything wrong with it.

"We love you too, Llamita." I said. "Always."

For some reason, that addendum seemed to make things worse. A great crystalline tear ghosted from the corner of Amber's eye and slid down her cheek.

"Why?" Amber asked.

Sensing something amiss, Bianca turned and when she saw the tear, she released me and reached for her regained friend.

"Because you are special, Llamita." Bianca said.

"But I always seem to fuck things up." Amber said. "Like with Charles. Or when we fought and broke your leg."

"Oh, my sweet Llamita. My little Puta." Bianca crooned. "It took two of use to mess up both of those. And look, it has turned out right. We are together again. And we have found Brandon. None of this would have happened if we hadn't fucked up."

"But, what about when I fuck up again?" Amber asked. "I will, you know. I always do."

"Then you apologize and we forgive you and we go on from there." Bianca said firmly.

"What if you can't forgive me?" Amber asked. "What if I do something so horrible that you can't ever forgive me?"

"What?" I asked. "Like break someone's leg and destroy their hopes and dreams?"

Amber looked stricken and Bianca glared at me. That had sounded harsher than I meant it, and I wondered how to salvage whatever could be salvaged of our broken tryst.

"Come here, Llamita." I heard my voice say as I held out my hands to her.

Amber and Bianca shared a glance and Bianca nodded. I caught Amber's slender hands in mine and tugged her to me.

"Where there is love, it is possible to forgive anything." I heard myself whisper against the top of her head. "You only have to say you're sorry and accept that the one that loves you forgives you. Are you sorry that you hurt me?"

"Yes." Amber sobbed brokenly. "I am so sorry."

"Then I forgive you." I whispered. "But, you have to do the rest and accept that I forgive you and forgive yourself."

Amber's sob turned to a wail and her arms tightened around me, almost painfully so. Bianca slipped up behind her and put her arms around both of us. The look she gave me was approving, so I knew I had said something right.

Even if I still didn't have a clue where this stuff was coming from.

I laid back and pulled the girls with me and we held Amber until she cried herself out. When the sobs finally stopped, I gave her a squeeze.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah." Amber said.

"Good. Could you take that thing off? 'Cause it's really creeping me out pressing into my hip like that."

Amber and Bianca both cracked up and pulled away from me to sit up. I made the mistake of glancing down and decided that while watching Amber using the thing on Bianca had been sexy, now it was just obscene.

"You know the thing that bothered me the most." Amber said as she wiped at her face. "I always knew you would find someone. And I worried that he wouldn't be good enough for you."

"That is sweet, Llamita." Bianca said. "But, we each found two someones that are more than just good enough. You have me and Brandon. I have you and Brandon. We are together, yes? There is no need for worries."

"That's great." I said. "And I agree and everything. But, seriously. Could you take that thing off if you aren't going to use it on her?"

Both girls found that hilarious and fed off each other until they were rolling on their sides whooping with laughter and gasping for breath, Amber still wearing that damn contraption.

I gathered the shreds of my tattered dignity and headed for the door to relieve myself and check on our situation.

The situation was still bleak but no more or less than before. It had finally stopped snowing at least, although the clouds were still fat and heavy enough that I couldn't judge the time beyond the fact the sun was up. The problem was, the snow was up to my crotch. I know because when I stepped off the path to pee, my balls pointedly tried to retract inside my body as soon as they touched the white powdery ice.

No one was going to be able to make it to us today either. We would have to wait until it melted or someone could rig up some kind of snowplow and work their way up the paved road. I doubted they would trouble to come up the half a mile of unpaved road to the house.

Which led me to think of the problem of how to get the three of us with nothing more than underwear to the road to meet them when they came. I supposed that I could go ahead and break a trail out there, but why? Until someone could make it that far, it wouldn't actually get us any closer to getting out.

And did I really want to get out? I was alone with two gorgeous women who had lost their clothes. We had shelter and warmth. And they had already proven they were both willing to fuck me and each other.

Fuck it. I would wait until it melted enough for someone to come up and bang on the fucking door, I decided. I didn't quite know just what was going on with the three of us, but I liked it and I wanted to get as much of it as I possibly could before we went our separate ways.

I was turning to walk back when it happened. I slipped. It wasn't much of a slip, but it was enough. I felt the fiberglass cast give just a little. Not a lot, no. But, enough. And a sharp jolt of pain made me gasp.

I carefully made my way back to the door, half hopping and half hobbling knowing that I had fucked up. And knowing that we didn't have a choice now. We would have to wait until someone banged on the door. I couldn't dig us a path now for sure.

I opened the door to a sweet sight. Amber had taken off the strapped contraption and was kneeling over Bianca's face while she pressed hers between Bianca's thighs.

"Just in time, lover." Amber glanced up. "I've almost got her ready for you."

"No, I've almost got her ready for you." Bianca giggled from somewhere out of sight.

"What's wrong?" Amber asked, rising smoothly to her feet.

Bianca looked up at me then scrambled up beside her. Almost as one they stepped closer to me.

"Sorry to spoil the fun." I gasped. "But, do you think you two could help me lay down?"

"Oh, Amante." Bianca said as they hurried to take one of my arms around each shoulder. "What happened?"




Valentine Vengeance



"I slipped." I said. "And I think I felt something give. It hurts like something did anyway."

If anyone could have seen us, I'm sure that it looked ludicrous with the two women helping me hop my six foot four inch two hundred and twenty-five pound frame across that small room. I tried to not put much weight on them, but just use them for balance so I didn't fall and make it worse.

"Don't be afraid to lean on us, Amante." Bianca said. "That is what lovers are for besides the obvious."

Once we had me seated, I looked up at each of them.

"So," I said. "What were you guys doing?"

"I think he's fine." Amber snorted.

"As long as I'm not trying to walk." I agreed. "Thanks for the help. Please, continue what I interrupted."

I scooted over to the edge and patted the blanket beside me.

"You're sure you're all right?" Bianca asked.

"Nope." I grinned. "I need a distraction to take my mind off my terrible, terrible pain. And since we don't have any Tylenol, I'm afraid you girls are just going to have to use those beautiful bodies to distract me as best you can."

"A woman's work is never done." Amber rolled her eyes. "Well, get down there, Bitch. Let's get to work."

"Whatever you say, Puta." Bianca laid down with a grin.

"Now, watch carefully, little boy." Amber said as she straddled Bianca. "I'm going to show you how to really please this hot latina."

I immediately saw a problem with my position as Amber's head disappeared from view between Bianca's thighs while Amber's thighs hid all but the top of Bianca's head. While it was nice to look at the rest of their soft bodies mashed together in an erotic embrace, I really wanted to see what was going on at either end.

I had to make a choice since I didn't want to put my leg through moving back and forth between the two, so I swung around where Amber's head lay. Amber glanced up at my movement and grinned at me.

"Isn't this just the prettiest pussy you ever saw?"

I could only nod. While Bianca's pussy was pretty, it was actually the first pussy I had ever seen. The things I had done with Jen had been fumblings in the dark, of a parked truck usually. And we had always been worried about being caught. There had never been the leisure to explore and just look at her.

For all of that, I found it hard to imagine a pussy prettier that what Amber was pointing out with her fingers holding apart the thick black curls and darker flaps of skin matching Bianca's nipples almost perfectly to expose the pink inner mysteries to my eyes like the petals of a flower.

Amber's emerald eyes twinkled at me as she stuck out her pink tongue and tickled a small barely visible nubbin at the top of the pink folds with it's tip. My view was partially blocked as she tilted her head back to her work, but I found that by lying flat on my back and turning my head, I could just make out the flickers of her tongue teasing those sweet lips.

I was content just enjoying the show as my hand found my cock and began lazily stroking it's length. Amber looked at me again and crooked a finger from beneath Bianca's knees. Puzzled at first, I leaned closer.

"Lend me a hand." Amber whispered. "Or rather a tongue. We'll drive her crazy."

I grinned and leaned closer.

"What are you doing down there?" Bianca called from somewhere between Amber's thighs.

"Quiet you." Amber said. "I'm teaching your boy toy some new tricks. Now get back to work. You're going to need all the head start you can get."

"Madre de dios." Bianca said. "Amante, why don't you come up here where I can keep an eye on you?"

"But, I like the view from here." I said and gently touched my lips against the inside of her knee.

Bianca moaned.

"Ooh. This is gonna be fun." Amber murmured.

It took some maneuvering and, finally, I had to lift Bianca's leg over my torso. Even then, it was difficult to get both of our faces close enough and then we could only touch with just the barest tip of our tongues except for when one would pull back to the let the other delve deeper.

I didn't know how Amber felt about our tongues touching as we teased Bianca's labia with them, but for me it was almost as exciting to touch her tongue with mine as it was to taste Bianca. Almost.

Finally, I just had to have more and when next Amber pulled back to let me press my tongue deeper in Bianca, I followed Amber instead and touched my lips to hers. I felt her lips turn up in a smile against mine and vowed that I would do that some more when I had the chance and returned to Bianca's sweet nether lips.

I was pleasantly surprised when Amber followed me when I moved aside and gave me a deeper kiss that I had, even touching my lips with her tongue before going back to Bianca's sweet honey pot.

My cock was pulsing with need, but I knew that it would be taken care of eventually and I was in no hurry. I wanted to savor everything I could from this experience.

Then Amber did something that almost drove me over the edge. When I followed her as she pulled back next, and went so far as to let our tongues twirl against each other before burrowing back into Bianca, she leaned over me and kissed just below my ear where my jawline met my neck and then gave my earlobe a gentle nip.

The only reason I didn't jump over that edge yelling "banzai" all the way down was because she whispered something.

"She's almost there." Amber said. "Drop down and lick the ring around her asshole and give me room to get my fingers in there and watch out. She's going to lose it."

I didn't pause to think about it but did what I was told. Bianca squeaked as my tongue swept across the skin spanning her holes and then circled the lower. She moaned as Amber's knuckles grazed my cheek as she pushed two fingers inside Bianca's sweet pussy. And then I heard a sucking sound from Amber just the other side of those fingers.

Bianca's thighs twitched and pressed down on me as her ass lifted off the ground. It was difficult to keep my tongue on target with her delicious ass flexing and shifting. The tip of my tongue slipped and penetrated and Bianca squealed again and her hips lifted completely off the ground.

"You may want to move your face." Amber said. "She's about to start bucking even harder."

The fingers that had been moving against my cheek flexed and picked up speed and I saw the fingers of Amber's other hand coming down above it.

I pulled back and saw Amber working both hands between Bianca's thighs, one plunging fingers inside her while the other made a circle at the top of her sweet lips.

Sure enough, Bianca began bucking wildly and I saw fluid leak out around Amber's fingers and down the crack of Bianca's ass and I knew that she was cumming.

But, Amber didn't stop. If anything, she went harder and faster and drove Bianca to buck against her hands higher and harder. I heard a high pitched keening from the other end and then several loud sounds somewhere between a moan and a grunt.

"No mas." Bianca panted. "Stop. No more."

"No way." Amber said. "We've got you right where we want you and we aren't stopping. Help me, Brandon!"

I didn't have the first clue what I could do. Bianca's pussy was completely taken up with both of Amber's hands. Trying to get my tongue back in her ass would court a broken nose, if, that is, I could even keep up with the way it was bouncing around.

I did the only thing I could think of and slid my hand under her ass and stretched my thumb out so that each bounce ran her dark rosebud across it. Then, I bent my head and kissed the inside of her thigh.

And still almost got my nose broken for my trouble as Bianca began to thrash and kick.

"Stop! Stop! Ai! I can't! Ai!"

A fresh gush of clear fluid ran down her ass, evidence of another orgasm and I figured I had done what Amber had wanted.

Amber wasn't stopping though and if anything had redoubled her efforts again.

"Help me hold her!" Amber said. "She's got at least one more in there!"

"No! Madre de dios! You are tying to kill me!"

Bianca's hips bucked their highest yet and she screamed long and loud as her hips stilled high in the air. Her pussy ran like a faucet as clear liquid fell from the crack of her ass to soak the bedding below her.

After seconds that might have been a full minute, the scream stopped and she lowered her hips to the ground. Amber removed her hands and followed Bianca's pussy with her mouth.

"Tell them I died happy," Bianca panted.

"Mmm." Amber looked up at me with Bianca's nectar coating her lips and a circle around her mouth. "And, that, pretty boy, is how you really satisfy this bitch."

"You are evil, Puta." Bianca said. "Pure evil."

I was fascinated by the shimmering around Amber's mouth and the way her tongue licked her lips. I wanted a taste. A taste of Bianca's nectar. A taste of Amber's mouth.

I reached out my hand and gently touched the side of Amber's face. Her cheeky smile faded and her green eyes held mine as I leaned closer.

Then, our lips touched and our tongues reached out to each other. I could taste Bianca's sweet honey and the tangy flavor of Amber's mouth rolling across my tongue and I loved it. I wanted more, so much more.

I dropped my hand to her waist and brought my other around to capture her in a firm grip and then lifted her off of Bianca by main brute strength, as I kept my mouth firmly on hers, and pulled her half on top of me.

"You two go ahead." Bianca said, not moving except to wave one limp hand. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine here."

Amber and I's lips smiled against each other and she gave out a throaty chuckle. Then our humor faded and gave way to nothing but hunger for each other's mouths. Our mouths and the residue of Bianca's pleasure.

That sheen of liquid wiped onto my face as well and soon we were licking and kissing each others faces around our mouths as well as the lips and tangling our tongues together. 

I don't know how long we lay there with my big hands trapping her narrow waist against me feasting on each other, but it was long enough that my cock was aching for release.

And gave Bianca enough time to recover.

"The fuck?" Amber jumped and twisted.

"Payback is a bitch." Bianca grinned evilly. "Hold her, Brandon."

"Oh, shit!" Amber laughed and tried to get away.

I easily pulled her over between my legs even as she turned to face away from me and trapped her arms with mine and her right leg with mine. Bianca took care of her left by laying across it.

I heard a buzzing sound and looked down to see Bianca wielding one of the vibrators.

"No, damn it!" Amber laughed. "I thought you said you loved me, Brandon."

"We do love you, Llamita." I whispered as I nuzzled her ear. "We love you very much."

Amber stilled her struggles and shivered in my grasp.

"We are going to make love to you until you beg us for mercy, puta." I whispered and touched my lips to her slender neck. "And then we are going to keep loving you until there is no shadow of a doubt left just how much we do."

Amber came for the first time, the sleek muscles of her belly tightening and her arms and leg tugging against mine.

"That's right, Llamita." I whispered. "Give us your cum. Cum for Bianca. Look at her between your lovely legs. Your love come back to you, pleasing you. Let it all go and cum for her."

"Oh God!" Amber strained against me once more. "I love you."

"Then stop holding back." I whispered with my lips touching her skin. "Let it all go. Everything. The fear. The anger. The jealousy. Everything. Give her everything and cum for her."

"Ungh. Ungh. Ungh." Amber grunted as her pelvis thrust up against Bianca and the machine she was holding against her.

"Tell her, Bianca."

Bianca glanced up at me looking puzzled. I had no idea what I was saying. I had no idea what it was I wanted her to say. I nipped Amber's ear, making her moan and twitch.

"Say it, Bianca." I said. "Tell her the words."

Bianca's face cleared and she lifted up and leaned close to where I had been whispering in Amber's ear.

"I love you, Llamita." Bianca whispered. "We love you."

Amber screamed and a torrent of liquid gushed out of her as she strained against me so hard I had to work to hold her with only her head on my shoulder and her heels on the ground anchoring the arch of her wonderful body as the orgasm wracked her.

When she fell limp in my arms, Bianca turned off the little machine and set it aside. Then she leaned up and kissed me next to Amber's ear.

"Thank you, Amante." She whispered. "That was perfect."

"Not yet," I said for some reason. "Lie down."

Bianca's brow furrowed again, but she did as I asked. Once she had, I rolled Amber's limp form off me and into Bianca's arms, then I laid down on my side facing them.

"But, what about you, Amante?" Bianca asked, looking past Amber. 

"I'll wait." I smiled.

Bianca's rally for revenge on Amber was as short as I had thought it might be and she soon dozed off holding the redhead protectively against her, almost as she might a sleeping child. I reached out and brushed a stray strand of red hair back behind her ear and watched as Amber nestled deeper into her love's embrace with a faint smile.

Sleep evaded me for a time as my crotch rebelled against my gentlemanly instincts, but I didn't mind as I watched over them while they slept until their quiet breathing finally lulled me as well.

I woke to a hand sliding up and down my shaft and opened my eyes to find Amber's staring at me. Neither of us said a word, but just lay there looking into one another's eyes as her hand caressed my hot skin.

Then, I broke off the mutual eye contact to look past her at Bianca.

"Bitch is still asleep." Amber said, softly.

I glanced at the blue stoned green collar Amber still wore and wondered what it meant for her.

"I am sorry." I said, just as softly. "I was really angry with you when I did that. Do you need me to take it off for you?"

"This?" Amber's hand that wasn't stroking me reached up to touch the tag hanging off the collar. "It's okay. I deserve it. I deserved it a lot more than Bitch deserved hers. I will keep mine too. And for the same reasons she said."

It was difficult to think about anything other than her hand caressing me. But, it seemed important somehow.

"It doesn't mean I own you." I said as I rolled to lay flat on my back. "Nobody owns you but you."

"But, you do." Amber said, pulling away from Bianca and following me. "You both do. Bianca has owned my heart for as long as I can remember. And you brought her back to me."

Her warm hand stroking me as her emerald eyes gleamed in the firelight was distracting as hell, but I had to try one last time, hating myself for feeling the need.

"You don't owe me anything." I said softly. "I don't want you to feel like you do."

"I know." Amber said as she leaned over me. "That is why I fell in love with you, too."

Then her lips were on mine and I couldn't think why I had objected as her hand continued it's lazy stroking and I felt her tongue touch mine.

I didn't want the moment to end. And I damn sure didn't want to bring it to a crashing halt by demanding more than she wanted to give. So, I just lay there with my hands carefully at my sides, not moving except for my lips against hers and the pulsing of my cock throbbing against her hand.

Suddenly, she swung her leg over me and I felt her brush my tip with her sweet nether lips.

"You don't have to." I whispered into her mouth.

"I want to." Amber whispered back. "If you want me."

"More than you will ever know." I moaned as I lifted my head to press my lips more firmly against hers.

The heat of her as the flame haired vixen lowered her molten sheath around my pulsing shaft was almost painful and a hiss escaped me. I couldn't hold my arms still, didn't want to, and reached for her.

Amber moaned as my arms encircled her, pulling her closer, and I felt her long fingered hand, trapped between our bodies, caress my chest.

She didn't move, at first, but just lay there atop me, kissing me, holding my hard shaft fully sheathed inside her. I pulled my head back and looked into her eyes as I felt her trim breasts pressed against me.

"I love you." I said, gently. I felt her moist warmth clench around me and said it again. "I love you."

"And I love you." Amber breathed.

Her hips started to move then, grinding against me, and I felt that gripping sheath slipping and sliding on my shaft bare millimeters. It was intoxicating. She was intoxicating. And I wanted more.

"Let me see you." I said, pushing her away so she was sitting up. "You are so beautiful. I want to look at you."

Sitting up pressed me deeper inside her and she groaned, in pleasure I hoped, as my eyes drank in her long lean body. Her red hair reflected the firelight like rubies, and her lips were swollen from our kiss and almost matched. A flush mantled her porcelain cheeks and flowed down her slender neck to the tops of her breasts.

Those creamy scoops of flesh, just enough to cover with my big hands I found, hardly moved as her hips began to gyrate above me. Her belly was so flat as to be almost concave and I could see the lean muscles flex as she moved. A thin strip of darker red hair barely served as a pointer dragging my attention to where I nestled between her thighs. I could just make out the dark shadow of my shaft as her sweet lips slid up and down it, tantalizing me.

"God, you are incredible." I whispered.

"So are you, Amante." Amber said. "So are you."

I used one arm to push myself up and captured her head to pull her into another kiss with the other. Her hands came up to cup either side of my face and the gentle caress of our lips became hungry as her hips moved faster.

Unable to sustain my balance, I fell back once more, drawing her with me. I cupped her small ass in my hands, her cheeks hardly more than filling my palms as they bunched and flexed in my grip.

Amber reached back and took my hands in hers and as she pulled them around in front of her, she leaned back and entwined her fingers with mine. Soon she was pushing back against my hands, even as her hips were lifting up and down.

"I love you." I whispered.

"Say it again." She gasped as a tear gathered in the corner of her eye.

"I love you." I groaned, feeling my cum boiling within me, yearning to be let loose. "Never doubt it. I love you."

Amber's eyes squeezed shut, knocking the tear loose to travel down her cheek, and her body tensed above me. Her molten sheath gripped me tightly and suddenly I couldn't hold back the cum, didn't want to, as it shot deeper into her clenching pussy.

As suddenly as it had clenched, her body relaxed and she leaned towards me, uncurling her fingers from mine. I loosed her hands and wrapped my arms around her, cupping her small ass with one hand and her shoulders with the other as she panted against my chest.

"I love you, Amber." I said as I kissed her forehead. 

We heard something, a small sound, and both of us turned as one to look at Bianca who had awakened and had one hand pressed between her thighs and one hand touching her nipple. Tears were streaming freely down her cheeks.

"That was beautiful." Bianca said. "I love you both so much. Gracias."

"You know, you still haven't told us who's tits you like better." Amber said, impishly.

"Ask me again in about thirty or forty years." I smiled. "By then I might be able to make up my mind."

"She'll hold you to that, Amante." Bianca laughed. "Our Puta is stubborn."

"Shut up, Bitch." Amber grinned. "Or the next time you climb astride Amante here, I'll sneak up behind you and will put that strap-on up your ass while you're fucking him."

"I don't think so, Puta." Bianca shook her head. "Exit only."

"Unless it's his tongue?" Amber arched an eyebrow at her.