1 comments/ 19286 views/ 2 favorites Arky's Voyeur Threesome By: brok INTRODUCTION: Several people have been kind enough to e-mail me to tell me how much they've enjoyed the stories about Arky, and to ask when the next one would be available. There has been a long wait for the next story in the series, but seeing it brings back all the regular characters from the previous stories I hope you think it was worth the wait. Enjoy! * Arky Del was relaxing, propped up in bed with a good book. She turned a page and began the next chapter. A piercing shriek rent the air. It came from somewhere close at hand, perhaps in that very apartment. Arky didn't even look up. She knew quite well what it was. Her room-mate was masturbating again. It wasn't that Arky had anything against auto-eroticism, but she considered the quality of her orgasms was at least as important as their quantity. Petal Smith, on the other hand, seemed to have been wired to need sex every 36 hours and Arky had become used to the series of noisy climaxes in the next room. What was the technical term for it? It wasn't onanism for girls, it was -- tamarism, was it? Arky couldn't remember. There were a lot more expressions for male masturbation than for female -- which probably said something about guys. Petal would probably have been happier with a lesbian as a room-mate, thought Arky as she turned another page. Someone who could have gone down on her every morning with a Saturday strap-on matinée thrown in for good measure. Unfortunately Arky was 99% heterosexual and wasn't interested in relieving Petal's frustrations. There was a final sobbing groan that died away into a gasping moan of relief. After a few moments of silence, Petal strolled in from her bedroom as though nothing had happened. She was wearing a sheer robe that concealed almost nothing of her lush figure but only a practised observer would have noted the little smile and the flush in her cheeks that marked a newly satisfied woman. "I don't know why you don't just get a vibrator and be done with it," said Arky conversationally without looking up from her book. The brunette gave a little frown as she sat in front of the mirror and began the very precise task of making-up her face. "They're so impersonal. It's different to fingers and tongues and .. other things. I don't feel that it's genuine if I have to resort to some machine". "Suit yourself," said Arky. "You know where mine is if you need it." "You won't be using it. Not since the lovely young Paul came along." Arky pursed her lips. She glanced up as Petal began work on her eyes, causing her bosom to wobble about in a most diverting manner. Arky sighed. Sometimes it didn't seem fair that one woman could have such a voluptuous body and still have the brains to pass Astro-Navigation 101. The only thing she took comfort in was that Petal would undoubtedly get awful back pains if she didn't have a breast reduction in later life, something that Arky's tomboyish physique was probably safe from. It would have made life much simpler if she disliked Petal, but in fact she thought of her as one of the best friends she'd made in the crazy business of interstellar pilotage. The two worked together on a regular basis, though they'd only started sharing an apartment since they'd returned to Earth. (Rents were absurdly high on this overpopulated planet.) Petal grunted as she slipped on industrial-strength underwear that made it more likely she could go out into public without waiters dropping their trays and cab-drivers running into poles. She finished dressing and spun in front of the mirror. "Not too shabby," she purred. Her dress was a shifting aurora of colors that changed its hue as she moved. Even breathing made it shimmer. Petal had paid an awful lot of money for this dress and was pleased to have an opportunity to show it off in public. Arky slid off the bed, having been ready for some time. She had contented herself with the dress uniform of a galaxy-standard pilot, her one concession to glamor being the Arborian hell-gem that she wore as a necklace. Hell-gems were notoriously difficult to buy; Arky had been given this one as a gift from a grateful client when she was working there. The two of them made a duo that turned heads when they entered the great hall of the university. Petal the epitome of feminine allure, Arky clad in a uniform almost as severe as one of the Lensmen of the Galactic Patrol, her fair hair cropped in a military style. But compared to the guest of honor, they were almost boringly conventional. Arky slid through the crowd, Petal following along with a string of "Excuse me.. pardon me... can I just get through?" The throng became thicker the closer they got to the center of attention. "Arky!" said a deep voice. "Good to see you." It was easy for Eve to spot her friends approaching; at nearly eight feet tall she towered over everybody else in the hall. Under the subdued lighting, the green skin was almost unnoticable until you got close to her. "Eve, you look wonderful," said Arky. The city's leading dress-maker had spent weeks working on a formal outfit for this unique client. It wasn't often you were commissioned to make a ball gown for an android. The company that had created Eve to explore marginally-habitable planets had made the mistake of bringing her back to Earth. They had immediately been slapped with a writ by the ACLU, leading to a high-profile court battle that was being celebrated as the most significant piece of law since the Dred Scott decision. Eve was now a person, just as much as any human being or any visitor from the outer planets. The reception proceeded in the way of such things. Academics and politicians stood up to say "a few words" and finally the woman everyone had been waiting to hear got to her feet. An involuntary stir went through the audience as she towered over them. Eve was not an orator. Elocution training had made her voice more normal and pleasing to the ear but it had not turned her into a public speaker. That made what she had to say all the more moving. In a few words she outlined her origins as a tool of a giant corporation, then with admirable conciseness skipped over a legal battle that had absorbed the finest minds of a generation for a year. She thanked the many people who had selflessly devoted themselves to winning her freedom, and ended with a hope that she would be able to do something for the community in return. It was a simple speech, but Eve's obvious sincerity had the audience applauding loudly when she concluded. She gave a shy smile of gratitude. Later when all the captains and the kings had departed, the three women sat around a table and caught up. Eve had become a freelance "consultant" which meant that she would be doing the sort of work she had been genetically engineered for, but now she would be in business for herself. Arky and Petal were on leave, waiting to see if their employers were willing to let them go back into space without tiresome re-training. Eve sipped a glass of white wine, something that she was slowly getting used to. The green hue of her fingers made the wine look rather odd in her glass. She seemed glad that the civic reception was over. "I see so many people now. In the past I would go a day and speak only to one or two technicians. Now everybody wants to talk to me." She frowned. "But I see so many people for short times. Not many people really.... know me." Arky sighed. She had been afraid of this happening. Eve was one of a kind and almost inevitably found human society hard to bond with. Petal however had a much more direct angle. "So, no guy in your life, Eve?" she queried. "I thought you'd have a better chance of finding a guy now you were out of the clutches of those dusty old professors." "No, nobody really," said Eve. "It's not easy finding a boyfriend when you're a head taller than any man and can bend steel in your bare hands." This was a slight exaggeration - but only slight. She paused. "Romance is usually out of the question." "You mean you aren't getting any ... male companionship?" said Petal with unusual diplomacy. Eve sighed. "Petal, I would not say this to anyone else, but I have only ever had one sexual climax in my life." Petal looked horrified. Arky winced, remembering that day. It had taken two able-bodied men half an hour to bring Eve to orgasm and nearly ruined their health in the process. She could understand why not many guys were game to bed the statuesque android. Maybe an Olympic athlete could accept the challenge, but few others would dare. Eve didn't feel it necessary to describe the humiliation of her last sexual encounter. A young man at the laboratory had been more than friendly. He was plainly intrigued by Eve and made it clear he would like to take things further. It was obvious to Eve that copulation was out of the question; at the very least she would have broken one of his arms or legs. But his suggestion they try oral sex seemed worth a try. The night had been a fiasco. He had been so excited that after just a couple of minutes he had climaxed, showering cum all over Eve's cheek and throat. His attempt at returning the favor had been futile; oh, it was pleasant enough, but after a while it became obvious that his tongue was not going to be enough to satisfy her no matter how long he tried. Eve had been thoroughly embarrassed by the whole business and could not bring herself to mention it even to her two friends. It was a subdued duo that dropped Eve at her hotel and drove on into the city. "I feel so sorry for Eve," said Petal. "She's so alone. If only there was somebody she felt close to." "It's hard to find a good man for anybody. Eve can't exactly go to a singles bar without causing a sensation." Arky thought for a moment. "Maybe there's a specialist dating agency that handles larger sizes. I'll have a look when I go on-line tonight." They pulled in to the no-nonsense metal building that housed the Space Agency offices. Arky was hoping there's be some word on whether their status had been confirmed yet, but there was nothing to be learned at the offices. Arky was muttering a few choice words under her breath as she strode out of the front door, not watching where she was going. It was as though she'd walked into a stone monolith. She bounced off the enormous thigh of a reptilian M'Nar, jarring her from top to toe. "Ow! I mean... I'm sorry. My fault, I wasn't watching where I was going." "Such haste," hissed a voice from way above her head. "Not even time for old friends (hiss)." She looked up, startled. The M'Nar were sometimes dismissively described as "lizard men" and in fact they actually did all look alike to human beings, but there was something familiar ... "Nelth?" said Arky. "Is that really you? I never expected to see you here on Earth!" The reptilian giant nodded calmly. "No longer do I fly between worlds. Older and wiser minds have decided that I am suited to try and understand the human race here at the embassy of my people." He extended one shining arm, indicating the M'Nar building across the square. They were one of half a dozen races that maintained diplomatic relations with Earth. "That's a nice surprise. What about your mate? Did she accompany you?" The last time Arky had met Nelth, his wife had been back on M'Nar for medical treatment. There was a long pause and Arky realised she had put her foot in it good and proper. "My mate has (hiss) not survived. There were ... complications (hiss)." Nelth's unreadable eyes stared at her dully. Even across the gap between species, Arky could sense his sadness and loss. "Will you... take another mate?" she said clumsily. She knew next to nothing of M'Nar matrimonial customs. Nelth shook his head ponderously. "My people usually mate for life. There are few (hiss) single females available." At that moment, standing in the stark foyer of the Space Agency, Arky Del suddenly had one of those "Eureka!" moments happen only once or twice in a lifetime. She turned on Nelth and insisted, absolutely insisted, that he come and visit her at her dwelling place. Nelth's impeccable manners prevented him from refusing and she pressed the details onto him before he could think up an excuse. That night, she excitedly poured out what had happened into Paul's ear. "Don't you see, it's absolutely perfect." Her eyes sparkled with glee. "You couldn't do better if you tried. It's... it's destiny, that's what it is." Paul wasn't quite so convinced. "You want to set up Eve on a blind date with a M'Nar lizard man? Isn't that so out of left field." "Well, why not? Think about it." "That's the trouble, I am. There are so many variables here, Arky, I couldn't even begin to calculate them. The only thing these two have in common is they're both friends of yours. Aside from that, they're as different as you could possibly get!" "But Eve can't find a guy who's not intimidated by her physical size. And Nelth is not going to find it easy to hook up with one of the few widows on his planet. What if they get on together? They could be a great couple." Petal was sitting in front of the computer and turned her head. "What if they don't? They might never speak to you again. For all we know, they wouldn't even be.. you know, compatible." Petal squirmed. "You know what I mean," she added meaningfully. Paul looked blank and Arky blushed a little. "We're not talking about me," she said shortly. "Eve's a big girl and she needs someone who's her equal." They tossed it around for a while. Finally they came to a sort of compromise. Petal was no longer certain it would end in tears, and Arky stopped thinking of it as a foregone conclusion. They put their minds to organising what had to be the most unusual dinner party of the year. Eve was easy enough to invite. She certainly had no social calendar to get in the way. Petal scratched her head about the menu. It took a search of the Space Agency database to work out what foods she could serve to a M'Nar. And was Eve still a vegetarian? Paul was staying the night and after Petal went to bed they talked about his work (he currently worked in some very technical branch of the Science Directorate), about where they would go next weekend, in fact about most things except the dinner party. Paul had learned that it was difficult to change Arky's mind when she was determined. He took a quick shower and stepped back into the bedroom, pausing in the doorway. Arky had undressed and was sitting nude on the side of the bed tidying her jewel box where she'd been sorting out what to wear at dinner. Paul stood there, taking her in. Even after all these months, he couldn't quite believe that he and Arky were together. Not only was she smart as a whip, but her body would have inspired any classical sculptor to reach for his chisel. The symmetry of her lithe curves, the play of muscles as she closed the jewel box and shut the drawer... she was exquisite. There was no other word for it. Of course Paul could appreciate Petal's buxom appeal (as would anybody who wasn't blind or celibate) but Arky's streamlined form never lost its allure. Thinking back, he recalled the first time he realised that he loved Arky. They had just started going out while they were attending a refresher course at Clarke House on Luna City. A fellow student had watched Arky cross the room and said musingly to Paul "How about I bring a bottle along to your room tonight and see if she'll do us both? I hear that threesomes are a lot easier in low-gravity." Paul had had a sudden impulse to smash his fist into the other man's face and he felt the urge to protect Arky from everyone and everything. After that, things had progressed to the point where they were tossing around the idea of getting a place together, though this probably wasn't a very practical idea. The other possibility -- of Paul moving in to her apartment -- was unlikely as long as Petal was sharing the place. But that was in the future sometime. For the moment, Paul was more than happy with the current situation. Arky looked up and saw him. She smiled and his pulse speeded up. With infinite grace she swung herself up onto the bed and stretched out, watching him. Paul remembered the first time they made love; his heart had been beating so loudly in his ears that it seemed it was going to be a close race between climaxing and passing out. He flicked the towel over in the direction of the bathroom and stepped forward, his naked body looming up over the bed. Arky reached out and cradled his half-erect penis, then without a word leaned forward and gently sucked the head of his dick into her warm moist mouth. Paul took a deep breath as her lips closed around him. "Ahhhhhhh." In a few seconds, she released him and looked happily at the result. His cock was hard and throbbing, the head glistening in the light where she had gently caressed it with her tongue and lips. She turned over and faced away from him, rolling herself up into a ball. To anyone else this might have looked like a sign of rejection, but Paul knew better. He moved on to the bed next to her and without a word being spoken she grasped her knees and pulled herself into an even tighter shape. This resulted in her thighs spreading wide, moistly advertising her state of arousal. She was opening herself totally to him in an act of complete trust and acceptance. He moved closer and put his arms around her. She was so tiny against him. The first time he shared her bed he had been frightened of hurting her, but he soon found that she was no fragile doll - her diminutive form was all muscle and capable of amazing energy and stamina. Wordlessly, she reached back with one hand and closed her fingers around him. He felt as though an electric shock had gone through him and he trembled as she grasped him, stroking her thumb slowly up and down his manhood. He knew that she was ready for him, and he was more than ready. Keeping a tight rein on his eagerness, he moved forward, placing the head of his phallus against its target. For a moment he stayed still, then he pushed forward slowly but decisively. He stifled a gasp as he entered her - that unique never-to-be-forgotten sensation that sent a thrill through his entire body. Arky made a noise in the back of her throat as he mounted her. Clasped in the arms of her man, she felt secure and loved, free to let the external world slip away while she sank into a universe of pure pleasure. Paul began a measured assault on her yielding body, thrusting himself steadily into her. Their breathing became noisy as they gulped air to fuel their trembling bodies, the only sound in the room aside from the steady thwack-thwack-thwack of their bodies in conjunction. She began to twist beneath him, writhing involuntarily as her climax came upon her. A guttural inarticulate noise came from her, a wordless groan of supreme excitement as her eyes closed tightly. Her body shook, then went completely limp under him. Her mouth fell open and a little drool oozed onto the pillow beneath her. Paul held her while she shuddered through her climax, then began to move faster against her unresisting frame. Again and again he drove into her as the feeling of anticipation surged through him; it was as though an electric current was being fed through his body, filling him with more and more energy that could only be released through a single outlet. Then it hit him, as though he had just leaped from the topmost diving board at the swimming pool. Down and down he fell, giving a yelp as the first pulse of semen erupted from him. Again and again he felt the spasm of orgasm shake his body. He was stunned and speechless, unable for a moment to gain enough control of his body even to withdraw from his partner. Arky's Voyeur Threesome Finally they lay together, hot, sweaty and totally relaxed. Arky reached up and touched Paul's face. He was half asleep but he turned and smiled at her. "This is why I want Eve to meet Nelth," she whispered. "I want her to have a chance at what we have." She didn't know if he heard her or not; they slept and the next thing she knew it was morning. Petal joined them for breakfast. She kept her dressing gown done up all the way, since Arky had long ago made it clear that she didn't like her boyfriends looking down that eye-catching cleavage. (Arky had once rolled her eyes disbelievingly when a visiting Englishman had referred to Petal as her "flat mate". Flat! "Hah!" Arky had scoffed under her breath.) Paul was skilled enough not to stare at Petal without making it obvious that he was deliberately not looking; it was a tricky balancing act, but he had no wish to upset Arky. Not that she was watching at the moment; she had a checklist of things to go through for the party that night. That evening the food was fine, the wine flowed and the conversation soared. Arky broke the ice by putting on an impomptu light-show, placing her hell-gem in the middle of the table and aiming a pulse-beam light at it. The resulting halo of reflected light took everyone's breath away. At one point Paul found himself standing between the android woman and the extra-terrestrial and having to look up at both of them. He began to understand what life must be like for Arky, though she never complained about being the smallest person in the room. Nelth's politeness and Eve's simple directness made for easy conversation, but that seemed to be all. Petal took Eve out onto the balcony and Arky had a chance to speak to Nelth. "How do you like Eve? She's a nice girl." "Indeed, she seems (hiss) quite friendly and agreeable." "She doesn't have many male friends. I think they find her physical stature a bit overpowering." The M'Nar looked at her with his enormous eyes. "Do I detect a subtext to this evening, Arky? Is there ... how do you say ... a secret agenda?" "Not really," said Arky, shuffling her feet. "I just felt that you and Eve were both alone in town and you had some things in common..." Petal's talk with Eve wasn't going as well. Eve looked at her sharply and said "Things in common? You mean we're both giants who don't fit into human society?" "No, not exactly..." "And that I'm so desperate for a date you can fix me up with a giant lizard from Mars or M'Nar or whatever." Petal was looking more uncomfortable by the moment. "I suppose if you only knew two black people you'd assume that they were meant to be together too!" Petal wished the floor would open up and swallow her by this stage. While she dragged Arky into the kitchen to whine that the whole evening was going to self-destruct, Nelth and Eve were left alone for once. "They wish us (hiss) to be together," observed Nelth. "Not very subtle," replied Eve. "They are as obvious as a bulldozer." "Do you find me disagreeable?" "Not really. Do you find my green skin off-putting?" "Is (hiss) it green? I hadn't noticed." Eve reached up and ran her hand down the reptilian spaceman's snout. Meanwhile Paul was expertly brewing up the coffee while Petal was bending Arky's ear. He listened for a few minutes then said in a conciliatory manner "Maybe they'll get used to the idea. Let's go see how they're getting on." "Oh god," groaned Petal, "That's right -- we've left them all alone in there." She opened the kitchen door and scanned the living area, which seemed strangely quiet. She walked out and glanced around. Arky was piling cups onto the tray Paul held when Petal came flying back into the kitchen. Arky's first thought was "They haven't walked out, have they?" but Petal hissed at them to keep quiet and follow her. The coffee abandoned, they obediently trooped after her into the other room. Petal led them over to the other side of the lounge and held up a hand. "Listen," she whispered. There were voices. Two of them. Muffled but distinct. Coming from the closed door of the spare bedroom. Arky looked at Petal, a wild surmise in her eyes. Petal raised both eyebrows in a mix of bemusement and triumph. Paul wasn't sure whether he was happy or not about the way things had turned out. He hoped that Arky's match-making would turn out well. Petal seemed to have ideas of her own though. For some reason she dragged them into her bedroom, shushing them furiously when Paul tried to ask what she was doing. She closed the door and scooped up a box from her flight bag. "You remember the H-Dimension transience generator?" she said sweetly. Arky's eyes widened: "You don't mean...?" "Oh yes I do." "No, we couldn't!" Paul shook his head, baffled. "Will one of you tell me what you're talking about?" Arky folded her arms. "My friend the voyeur discovered by accident that the gadget she's holding in her hot little hands has an unexpected effect on the plastic this building is made from. To be exact, it makes it transparent!" "Oh," said Paul. Then he took a step back "Oh!" He glared at Petal. "You don't seriously want to use this to spy on those two in the next room. What if they see us?" "The effect only works one way." "It's probably illegal and certainly immoral." Arky punched him playfully on the arm. "Just think of it as an experiment in -- um -- interplanetary relations." She gestured to Petal. "Let's get this show on the road, girl." Petal's expert fingers manipulated the controls and slowly the bedroom wall began to fade until it was like looking through a gauze curtain. All the colors were slightly wrong, but that was unimportant. They could clearly make out the two figures in the next room. Eve had removed her dress and was carefully hanging it up; Arky smiled at her ingrained military style of tidiness. Nelth was hovering between her and the bed. She turned to him and in a couple of seconds slipped out of her underwear. Paul took a deep breath; Eve may have been inhumanly tall and strong, but she was undeniably female. Her proportions were so even that at this distance you wouldn't realise her breasts were even larger than Petal's noteworthy pair. He had never seen anything like her in his life. The couple had moved to the bed by now. Eve sat and began to examine Nelth's sleek body with a curious eye ... and a roving hand. After a minute or two she closed one hand around something and looked up at Nelth. Her lips moved but the three observers heard no sound. By now the three voyeurs were seated on Petal's bed, staring at the fuzzy picture in front of them. They saw the Nelth turn slightly and come into profile. Petal and Paul both stifled an exclamation as they saw what Eve was holding in their hand. Paul tried to do some mental calculations. If Eve was eight feet tall, then the penis she was holding must measure... no, that couldn't be right. He must have added it up wrong. Nobody had a cock that big! "Whoooo..." breathed Petal. She didn't know if even a superbly fit android could cope with what she was seeing, but it looked like she intended to try. As they watched, Eve reclined on the bed and beckoned Nelth to join her. The weight of her lizard-like companion strained the bed, but it held together. They spoke silently together for a moment, then Nelth made the first move towards their objective. Paul watched open-mouthed as the glistening phallus slid into Eve's strangely-hued pussy. Arky and Petal both flinched a little, involuntarily taking a deep breath as they stared. A greenish hand gripped the back of Nelth's head, apparently in an encouraging move, since the reptilian giant began to thrust faster between Eve's spreadeagled thighs. The sound of the bed creaking must have been carried through the structure of the floor, because the three observers noticed they could hear it creaking and complaining under a weight it was never designed to bear. "This is amazing," said Paul softly. "I can't believe it." "It's a great moment in science," said Arky. "And sex," added Petal. "The science of sex," muttered Arky absently. "Is it just me or is it hot in here?" gulped Paul. The other two nodded absently, eyes fixed on the unique coupling in the next room. Few females on the planet could have even tried mating with a M'Nar. Eve was one of a kind, and her body could bear stresses that would kill most human beings. Her designers made her capable of incredible endurance, though they could never have imagined the uses to which she would one day put her abilities. Eve reached up and put an arm around her reptilian partner's neck, drawing him down closer to her. The muscles in her arm stood out as she exerted enough force to raise the anchor of a medium-size destroyer. Nelth's tongue flickered out, teasing her prominent nipples. She shuddered at his attentions, rolling her hips beneath his relentless onslaught. Again and again he probed her with a penis that could have shattered bullet-proof glass. Paul mopped his brow. Watching this clash of the titans was fascinating, but quite overwhelming. He felt rather inadequate. Finally they saw Eve's mouth open and a cry so piercing that they heard it right through the wall. Her thighs wrapped around Nelth, spasming with enough pressure to break the back of a mortal man. He jabbed into her with even more force and reared up with an inscrutable expression on his alien features. With one final shudder, he unleashed all the pent-up frustrations of months of celibacy. Strangely hued seed spewed into her groin, overflowing and running across the bed and onto the floor. Arky flinched, thinking back to times gone by. Petal just made a face, thinking of the cleaning-up this would involve. There was a cracking, splitting noise. With infinite slowness, the bed disintegrated under the final stresses of the act taking place on it. The mattress bearing a satiated Eve and Nelth was deposited on the floor in what looked like a pile of firewood. Petal sighed to herself. Redecorating the spare bedroom was going to be a bitch. While she was musing on this, she sensed her two companions receding out of sight. Paul and Arky were reclining on the bed next to her. Before she could turn to look at them, an arm reached up and pulled her down next to them. Afterwards, Arky could never quite remember what had happened. They had been watching Eve and Nelth's coupling, awe-struck at the sheer power involved in the act. Then somehow the three of them were sinking back on the bed together. She was kissing somebody. And someone's hand had been on her thigh. After that it was all a blur, a sensual delirium full of lips and fingers that had caressed her trembling body till she passed out in the middle of a string of orgasms. The next part was all darkness, as though she were floating in some warm underground sea, bathed in the afterglow of pleasure. It was some time before she was aware enough to notice her eyes were closed. Finally she remembered how to open them and found herself still on her back on Petal's bed, which seemed to be swaying like a ship at sea. Was she having an attack of vertigo? And what was that noise? Was there an animal in the room with her? After a moment, she managed to swivel her eyes, first to the right then to the left. The view on the right showed her only a blank wall - the generator had run out of power and it now looked quite solid again. But the view to the left.... She couldn't believe it at first. She blinked, trying to somehow process the data differently so she could convince herself she wasn't seeing what she saw. In front of her was what every woman dreads seeing -- a close-up view of her boyfriend's cock penetrating the pussy of her best friend. Petal was on her hands and knees, her breasts swaying as Paul knelt behind her, thrusting into her pussy with tremendous energy. The animal noise was coming from Petal's throat as each thrust drove her into the cushions at the end of the bed. Paul reached around beneath her and cradled her magnificent breasts, feeling the weight of them in his hands, the hard nipples pushing against his palms, inspiring him to push himself ever deeper into the trembling body of his partner. An inhuman noise escaped his lips as he devoted every ounce of his being to mastering her lush body. "Akkkkkk....." Tears stung Arky's eyes. How could this be happening? The two best friends she had in the world -- was this all some terrible nightmare? For the first time in years, Petal had had enough sex. After Arky had passed out, she and Paul had fallen on each other like rutting beasts. Her dress was in pieces on the floor and they seemed to have been fucking for hours. Paul was in excellent physical condition - he had come third in the city marathon last year - and all his staying power was now being devoted to driving himself deeper and deeper into Petal's vagina. His swollen dick felt harder than he could remember in his life, and the pussy felt marvellously tight around him at each thrust. She was moaning, not with passion but in pain. This wasn't fun any more. Her pussy felt as though it was on fire but Paul showed no signs of stopping. His remorseless cock felt as though it was going to push right through her body and come out her navel sometime soon. How many orgasms had she had? Five? Six? Petal looked back at him and spoke for the first time since they'd started screwing. "Please... no more. I can't do it any longer. It hurts!" He glared down at her with no sign of mercy in his eyes and at first she thought he was simply going to keep going till he raped her to death, but after a moment he gave a grunt and pulled out of her. While Petal was trying to catch her breath, he grabbed hold of her hips and threw her down on the bed, flipping her over so she landed on her back. She saw with a sick feeling that his cock was still hard and questing, the head so red it looked like a ripe plum. Surely he couldn't want more. "You're going to get it one way or another," he snapped, bending over her. He grasped her rounded breasts in his hands and brought them together in front of her. Disbelievingly, she saw that he intended to fuck her between her tits. And that was just what happened next. His dick was forced between her two boobs and he held them close around it as he shoved it back and forth. He started gasping, turning red in the face. Petal just wanted him to get it over with. She could see the head of his dick getting darker and darker each time it came into view. There was just one catch to this. Petal realised that she was looking at his cock straight on, meaning that when he came.... "No!" she gurgled. "Please Paul, not in my face! Please don't." He took no notice. She tried to wriggle free, but his body held her down. "Oh yessssss," he snarled. His face was red and sweat was running down into his eyes till he could hardly see. But he could feel -- feel the incredible sensation of his cock ramming into those beautiful breasts, those enormous knockers....Every man in the building wanted to get their hands on them. But none of them had ever experienced what he was doing now. And now he couldn't wait any longer. This was going to be it. "Oh fuck....FUCK.....!" Arky couldn't believe her eyes. Paul, the most civilised and considerate of men, was behaving like a lustful monster. He was actually holding Petal down as she struggled beneath him. She would never have believed him capable of such behavior. Now his face was drawn into a mask of lust, an awful grimace that meant only one thing. "No!" groaned Petal and turned her face sideways just in time. A plume of pearly white sperm erupted from Paul's tormented cockhead and flew over her head, spattering the side of her face and her left ear. And another. And another. Finally the pulses of semen slowed and stopped and the color drained from Paul's ruddy face. He swayed and slowly toppled sideways like a puppet whose strings had been cut, landing on the floor next to the bed with a thud. Petal looked down at him lying motionless on the floor and thought "Oh God, he's dead. I've killed him and Arky will never forgive me...." Her eyes rolled up and she passed out. For a time everything was hushed and still. Out of the three of them, two were unconscious and one was in a state of shock. Arky finally took a deep breath and tried to move. One arm twitched, then the other. After a minute she tried sitting up. The room swam but she didn't pass out. Slowly she rolled over and started pulling herself to the edge of the bed. It seemed to take a long time. She peered over the edge of the bed at Paul on the floor. He seemed to be in a coma, but even in the semi-darkness she could see that he was still breathing. The end of the bed was even further away, but eventually she reached Petal. She looked like hell. There were bruises on her thighs and breasts, her pussy lips looked sore and inflamed and there were blobs of sperm all down one side of her head, mixed in among her raven locks. "Petal." Arky shook her gently. "Petal. Wake up!" The brunette stirred feebly. She tried to move, winced in pain and opened her eyes. After a second or two she managed to focus on the face of her best friend. "Oh Arky!" she cried. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened. You have to believe me, I never meant for anything like this to happen. Not in my wildest dreams. I'm so, so sorry...." "You're jabbering," said Arky, cutting across the stream of apologies. "Pull yourself together, girl!" Petal shut up abruptly and made an obvious effort to collect herself. Finally she spoke in a voice that was (just) under control. "What just happened?" "I don't know," said Arky. "It seemed as though.... oh, shit!" "What?" "Eve." "What about her?" "Everything about her is bigger and better than normal women." "That's certainly true." "What if her pheromones* are equally enhanced?" "Oh god, you mean...." "Yes, when she became sexually aroused she probably flooded the whole apartment with them. It acted like some sort of aphrodisiac on us." "It makes sense. It would certainly explain the last.... what time is it anyway? I seem to have lost my watch." "It's down there somewhere. We'll find it... later." Arky's eyes fluttered and her head rolled back. She had passed out again. Petal cradled her head against her shoulder. Morning was still a long way away. She'd try and get up sometime before then. But not just now. An hour or so later, Paul stirred. He opened his eyes and wondered why he was face down on the carpet. Nothing seemed to be going on. He tried rolling over. Big mistake, he thought. All his muscles seemed to be suffering from Repetetive Strain Injury. His head was pounding and his cock felt like he'd caught it in a meat grinder. There was dried sweat coating every inch of his naked body. He tried to speak and nothing happened. He tried again. "Help," he said feebly. "Paul?" came a voice from a long way away. "Arky? Arky, are you all right?" "I'll be OK, but you and Petal seem to be in worse shape." Petal? Oh my god, Petal. His eyes widened as memory flooded back. It all played out before his horrified gaze as though he were watching it on a screen. Him ripping off Petal's dress. Them screwing like minks. Him fucking her until she cried out with pain. Then gratifying himself against her bosom till he ejaculated all over her. Oh god. He closed his eyes. At the moment, passing out seemed to be the most desirable option in the repertoire. Arky sighed as her two friends slumbered. This wasn't the first time she'd tried to act as matchmaker, but she suspected it just might be the last. Arky's Voyeur Threesome * * "Pheromone (ectohormone) A chemical substance emitted by an organism into the environment as a specific signal to another organism, usually of the same species. Pheromones play an important role in the social behaviour of certain animals, especially insects and mammals. They are used to attract mates, to mark trails, and to promote social cohesion and coordination in colonies. Pheromones are usually highly volatile organic acids or alcohols and can be effective at minute concentrations." - Oxford Dictionary of Science END