8 comments/ 24599 views/ 15 favorites Deceive Me Not By: MonicaLynn I was making a Caesar salad for dinner when the doorbell rang. I mumbled a curse, hoping it wasn't some salesman or Jehovah's Witness as we'd been getting a lot of both lately. A polite "no thanks, not interested" on my lips, I opened the front door and instead breathed "whoa" at the very attractive woman standing on my porch. "Hi!" she said, perky as she could be. "I'm Kyra Lane, your new neighbor." She had a lovely heart-shaped face, cute straight nose and full gleaming lips. Her thick black hair was a cascade of ringlets that fell to the center of her back. Her eyes, large almond-shaped pools of royal blue, sparkled with life and--if I wasn't mistaken--a hint of mischief. I ignored the voice in my head yelling, "Inappropriate, inappropriate!" and allowed my gaze to slip down to the halter top that matched the shade of her eyes; to the tight jean skirt that hugged her waist, hips and thighs; then back up to her large yet natural-looking breasts. Dear God. This sexy creature was all-woman, all-natural; full-figured with long curves and an aura of sensuality that sent my heart rate soaring. It took me a few seconds to stop gawking at her. I figured she was used to such reactions, the way she smiled at me patiently until I had finally regained the ability to speak. "Oh . . . um, I'm Josh Barrett." I extended my hand. "Welcome to the neighborhood." Kyra accepted my hand and offered a firm yet gentle shake; I nearly shuddered at the warmth of her velvety soft skin. "Thanks. But it isn't anything permanent--three to four weeks at the most. The company I work for sent me here to straighten out some software glitches and create new databases at a local accounting firm. I'm renting the house next door while I'm here." Then she pouted. "Just a short stay then back to the home office, I'm afraid." Damn, I thought. What a shame. "Oh, well, that's too bad." She nodded, a subtle motion which made my cock twitch. Jesus Christ, Josh, keep it together. "Well, um, my wife is upstairs. I know she'll want to me you. Please"--I opened the door wide--"come in." Kyra accepted my invitation and stepped past me into the hallway, trailing the heady scents of vanilla and roses. I had to stop myself from leaning forward and inhaling deeply. I called to Brie who was upstairs changing out of her work clothes. A minute later, she rounded the corner into the hall and for the second time in the past few minutes I was rendered speechless. Brie was wearing my favorite pair of cut-off shorts that left a good deal of her voluptuous ass uncovered and a tight t-shirt with Tweety bird centered right between her tits. She wasn't wearing a bra, either, which wasn't unusual as it was normally the first thing she removed at the end of the work day. Brie rarely wore much clothing at home, especially in the summer months, which was fine with me. But she was a little on the conservative side when it came to how she appeared in front of others. She wasn't some bible thumper or uptight bitch, just a little self-conscious about her body, with all its big round curves. She was always complaining about how she needed to lose weight and how people looked at her like she was some cow, despite my adamant objections. The truth was men and women stared at her out of appreciation and--I'm sure--lust, though she never saw it that way. I felt my face blush, an anticipatory response to how I imagined Brie was about to react: she would let out one of her cute little squeals of surprise before bolting back upstairs to put on more clothing. Instead, she smiled brightly, walked right up to our new neighbor and introduced herself. I was a bit stunned but didn't say a word. As they exchanged pleasantries, I was struck by how much they resembled one another. They were the same height, and their bodies were practically mirror images. Brie's hair was a shade lighter and her skin a bit darker, but the overall similarity was uncanny. Brie asked Kyra to stay for dinner. She politely refused, at first, not wanting to intrude. But after a little cajoling from both of us, she agreed to stay. We dined on Brie's famous spaghetti and my crisp, tangy Caesar salad. During the meal, we downed a couple bottles of red wine that left us all quite talkative. Our conversation was far from original, but we talked with the ease of old friends, exchanging standard background information: where we were from, our jobs, our families . . . Then with a third bottle, we retired to the living room. Brie and I sat on the couch while Kyra eased into the recliner, caddy corner to our left. I continued where I'd left off at the dinner table with a rundown of my work at the university. Kyra seemed particularly interested in my teaching, or more specifically, my subject matter: Myth and Lore. Apparently she liked the idea of a magical world rife with vampires, werewolves, fairies . . . I'd always been more interested in the cultures that bred and fostered those fictional beings, those legends, but I appreciated her questions, nonetheless. Our conversation then segued into movies and books inspired by creatures that go bump in the night, which isn't really my thing. But Kyra and Brie seemed excited about sharing an affinity for sexy creatures of the paranormal. At some point, I excused myself to visit the little boys' room. When I returned, Brie and Kyra were sitting next to each other on the couch, still chatting away about this gorgeous vampire or that hunky werewolf. I settled into the recliner and listened to them talk, enjoying the way their equally impressive breasts jiggled when they got really animated about some character or plot point. They touched each other's thighs as they talked, too, which, despite my best efforts, gave me a raging hard on. After a few minutes, when I'd reached the point where I was either going to have to cross my legs or put a throw pillow in my lap, they suddenly hopped off the couch and walked over to the shelves that held most of our books and DVDs. I frowned at their departure, poured myself another half-glass of wine, closed my eyes and relaxed. Perhaps it was a little too much wine, or maybe a full day of teaching, but I drifted off. Next thing I knew Brie was gently shaking my shoulder and telling me Kyra was leaving. I stood up, rubbed my sleepy eyes, and saw that Kyra was holding a plastic bag full of books and movies. She was grinning from ear-to-ear, thanking Brie for letting her borrow them. I followed them to the door and exchanged goodbyes with Kyra before returning to the living room for the wine glasses. When I came back into the hallway, Brie and Kyra were talking about getting together sometime for a swim in the pool or dinner and a movie. Then Brie wrapped her arms around Kyra's shoulders and gave her a friendly hug, which seemed to linger a little longer than new-friend protocol would call for. When they broke their embrace, both of them had fully erect nipples, perfect little nubs that strained against the feeble material that contained them. My erection swiftly returned and didn't bother going away until Brie and I fucked thirty minutes later on the couch; a wild, near-desperate and--in hindsight--inspired coupling that left us both breathless and covered in sweat. # The three of us spent a good deal of time together over the next few weeks, mostly after work and on the weekends. We shared dinners, went to the movies, out for drinks; Brie and Kyra went shopping every-once-in-a-while. I was especially fond of our pool time together, watching them sunbathe in skimpy bikinis along the apron or while floating on inflatable lounges. I usually had to sit in a chair with a book in my lap, or make sure I was submerged in the water to my waist, lest I show the ladies my straining erection, which I was tempted to do on numerous occasions. What would happen? I'd wonder. Would either of them say anything? Do anything? Or would they storm off in a huff leaving me and my engorged cock all alone? Sometimes it'd get so bad that I'd retreat to the house, ostensibly to refresh our drinks or retrieve some snacks. Once inside, I'd rush to the bathroom and masturbate furiously, emptying a ridiculous amount of come into the waste basket. When I returned to the pool, Brie and Kyra would knowingly smile at one another, making me blush scarlet red. The time for Kyra to return to her company's home office arrived all too quickly. Each of us was saddened by it and made a point to keep reassuring one another we'd call, e-mail, take turns visiting, maybe even share a vacation. All those things people say though deep down they know they'll probably never see each other again. Two nights before Kyra's departure, after turning the lights out, Brie rolled over on her side. Facing me, she said, "I really want to have a threesome with Kyra." We'd talked about bringing a third into our sex life on numerous occasions--usually a woman though I'd told Brie a man would be fine, too. And often during sex we'd tell each other made-up stories about having trysts with strangers, people we'd pick up at bars, or meet while hiking in the woods, or some other random occurrence. I'd tried to get Brie to actually go through with it a couple times but she'd gently refused. I never pushed the issue, though. If I had, she would've probably gotten defensive, making the chance of us ever engaging in a threesome pretty much nil. I could also tell she genuinely felt bad, maybe even guilty, that she couldn't go through with it, like she was disappointing or failing me somehow. So when she announced her desire for Kyra, I nodded my head and said in a calm, even voice: "She's very attractive, and I'm pretty sure she has the hots for you." In the near darkness, I noticed Brie beam when I mentioned my suspicion that Kyra wanted her. She brushed a wisp of hair behind her ear and started rambling: "You think so? Really? God, she's sexy as hell, don't you think? I swear I've been fantasizing about her and me--and her and you and me--" she quickly added, "since she arrived." She shook her head. "Damn, there's been so many times when I thought something was going to happen, you know, but it just . . . didn't." Brie paused long enough to grin, a slow, Cheshire cat curve of her lips. "And I can tell she has the hots for you, too, stud. She's always eyeing you, checking out your ass and bulge." I returned her smile and thought, Huh? Sure, Kyra was definitely a flirt and I'd caught her ogling me a few times, but that was part of her charm, her appeal. Surely, she flirted with lots of other men. Nevertheless, I sincerely hoped Brie was right in her assertion. "Well," I offered, "maybe she wants something to happen but is afraid we don't." "Yeah, you're probably right." Brie pressed her lips together thoughtfully. "Hmm, I suppose we could give it a shot. And if it doesn't work out--well, Kyra's leaving in a couple days. That would at least cut down on the awkwardness. But"--she groaned--"I hate the thought of ruining our friendship, you know? I really like Kyra." I was treading on dangerous ground. If I pushed the issue, Brie might balk. "That's completely understandable. She probably feels the same way." "But if we don't try, I'll always wonder if it could've happened." I exhaled a long sigh and briefly considered admitting that I'd been fantasizing as well; simple daydreams at first, fleeting images, whispered sensations. But for the past week I'd dreamed of us every night without fail, fucking like animals in a rut, tasting and penetrating one another for what seemed like hours on end. They were the most vividly detailed fantasies I'd ever had, each one ending only after I'd come into Kyra's pussy, mouth or ass; never Brie, odd as that sounds, always Kyra. Then, with the last spasm of my cock, I'd wake with a start, certain I'd orgasmed all over myself. But, to my surprise, I was always clean except for a slight stickiness along the length of my fading erection. "I mean," Brie continued, "how would something like this happen? Do I just kiss her, start playing with myself while we're in the pool, or say, 'Hey, want to fuck?'" There was a serious edge to Brie's voice. It was obvious she really wanted this, but I was still afraid to push. I reined in my own desires and needs and tried to think of a way to coax her without putting her off-- An unexpected surge of buried frustration rose up and slammed into my senses. My inner voiced intoned: You know what? Fuck it. No more waiting. Without further contemplation, and past the point of caring how Brie might take my suggestions, I told her of a plan I'd been considering since the dreams started: "Well, I could go out," I began, "but not with the guys. It's hard to tear myself away from them sometimes, especially when we're drinking. But I could say I was going out with them and really go to a movie or somewhere I could kill a couple hours. You two could have some drinks, maybe put in one of your soft-core supernatural movies. It might help Kyra relax, you know, open up. Then I'd return home earlier than expected and, well, just go from there I suppose." Brie rolled to her back and sighed. "That might work. A couple of the movies have some pretty hot scenes. And drinks definitely wouldn't hurt. But . . ." "But what?" I struggled not to raise my voice. "Shit, I don't know," she whined. "Wouldn't that be tricking her, being deceptive?" "No, no. I don't think so. I mean, if she wants to she wants to, right? It's not like a little booze and visual stimulation is going to make her do something against her will. If it helps dampen her inhibitions a bit, I don't see a problem with it. She'd still be doing something she wanted to do." I held my breath for the next few seconds, hoping like crazy that Brie would agree to go through with it. I could see her point, though. The plan was based on a modicum of sneakiness. But, I reasoned, we'd just be greasing the skids a little bit. Priming the pump, so to speak. "Let's try it," Brie said, shocking me out of my own rationalizations. I could barely hide the glee from my voice. "You sure? It's totally up to you." "Yep, I'm sure. I'm tired of just talking about having a threesome when it's obviously something I really want to do." Brie turned to me. "You sure you're okay with this?" Try as I might, I couldn't help but smile like an idiot. Brie elbowed my in the ribs and laughed. "Men are such dogs." Then she got up and sashayed to the mini-entertainment center against the far wall, swinging her curvy hips and round, glorious ass. She turned on the television and used its blue light to find one of the adult DVDs we'd collected. She put the movie in, pressed play, and came back to bed. The first scene was like every other scene in the production: threesomes having fast, furious, hardcore sex. Brie moved down to the end of the bed and took my throbbing cock in her nimble fingers. A pearl of pre-cum leaked from the tip as she lightly squeezed; she smeared it in slow circles around the swollen head, making me moan and arch my back. Brie flashed me a quick, lust-filled smile before swallowing me whole, not stopping until her lips reached the base of my cock. # The next day, Brie invited Kyra over for a farewell dinner. She arrived around six o'clock wearing a sleeveless black dress that was sinfully short and tight. The flimsy material hugged her big round ass and heavy tits like a body suit. A silver necklace, matching earrings and high-as-you-please fuck-me-pumps completed her ensemble. I was a bit surprised she hadn't changed before coming over, but God did she look sexy as hell. She must've driven the guys at the accounting firm nuts that day. Brie was wearing an equally short peach-colored sundress that looked great against her dark tan. She'd skipped the bra and her tits damn near spilled out of her top every time she leaned forward. Needless to say, I was really, really hoping our plan worked. Hell, I think I actually said a prayer, a heartfelt albeit selfish supplication to God, and I hadn't prayed since I was a kid. Kyra seemed a little upset when I told her I'd be leaving after dinner. I apologized and explained that it was one of my friend's birthdays and that me and the guys had been planning on taking him out to celebrate for awhile. She assured me she understood and said maybe we could have coffee in the morning before she left for the airport. I told her that was a great idea, all the while hoping, and praying again, that we'd be doing so after a long night of sex. I grilled steaks while Brie took care of the sautéed green beans, mushrooms, sweet potatoes and salad. We ate on the back patio, savoring each delicious bite and pausing often to talk about one thing or another. I did my best to appear like my old relaxed self, but I was anxious to get the show on the road and see if things worked out the way we'd planned. I could tell Brie was feeling a little amped as well; her posture was a tad rigid and she was talking pretty fast. I hoped Kyra didn't notice the change in our demeanors. If she did, she kept it to herself. We drank cabernet sauvignon as we ate and chatted. I only had a couple glasses since I'd have to drive after dinner, but I made sure to freshen up the girls' glasses whenever they got less than half full. Thankfully, about midway through the meal, Brie and I both relaxed a bit. After a final dab of the napkin at the corners of her mouth, Brie pushed her chair away from the table and angled her body towards Kyra. She slowly crossed her legs, making the hem of her sundress ride up high. Kyra arranged her chair and body similarly as she began telling Brie about some older guy who'd hit on her almost every day she'd worked at the accounting firm. By the end of the story they'd started stealing glances at each other's legs and chests, appreciative looks that lingered just long enough so as not to be too obvious. Okay, I thought, mentally crossing my fingers, time for me to go. "Well," I said as I stood, "I'd better get a move on." Kyra said, "Oh, so soon?" I made a sad face. "Yeah, I'm supposed to meet up with the guys." Brie and Kyra walked me to the door. "Don't wait up, Brie. I'll probably be home late." We'd actually rehearsed this part of the evening. "Okay but you be careful." She gave me a quick hug and peck on the cheek. "You have a designated driver, right?" "Yes, dear," I mocked. "Danny is driving and has promised to be a responsible DD. I'll leave my car at his place and pick it up in the morning." "You have your cell phone?" "Yep. Call me if you need anything." I turned to Kyra to say goodbye and nearly yelped when she hugged me. It didn't last long, but in that short span of time she managed to press her entire body against me--tight. My own body went hot and rigid when I felt her tits against my chest and her firm pubic mound against my groin. The embrace only lasted a couple seconds, three at the most, but I still popped an erection. "Coffee in the morning, right?" Kyra asked. It took me a couple seconds to focus and realize what she was talking about. "Oh, yeah. Absolutely." Brie nodded enthusiastically and echoed her agreement. With a small wave, I walked out and got into my car. I watched the front door shut and released a shuddering breath. My heart was beating like a base drum and my cock still hummed from Kyra's hug. I buckled my seat belt and turned the ignition key. The engine roared to life, a deep rumble reverberating through my already wire-tight body. I eased out onto the street and headed for the closest movie theater. # Three hours later, I returned to the house. After turning off the car, I sat quietly for awhile, listening to the pops and hisses of the cooling engine and the sound of my pounding heart. I'd planned on returning after the movie, but decided to give the girls another hour for good measure. I spent the extra time walking the aisles at a book store, trying to ignore my now painful erection, heavy balls and the spreading wet spot on my underwear. Deceive Me Not I stepped out of the car. Even though there was no chance of Brie and Kyra hearing the door slam shut, I eased it closed. I walked around the right side of the house, past the garage to the gate at the far end of the yard. By the time I reached it, sweat dampened my forehead and rolled down my sides. It was warm outside but not enough to leave me sweating. Nervous anticipation, I reasoned. The possibility of what Brie and Kyra could be doing at that very moment had my body going like I'd just worked out. I used the bottom of my shirt to wipe my forehead and tried to control my breathing. I eased my way along the fence, past the pool to the porch. The plan was for Brie to leave the living room blinds open if nothing happened between her and Kyra. If they were closed, it meant they were having sex. The window was obscured by tall bushes, so I was going to have to push through them or walk around in order to see if the blinds were closed. Walking around would've been the easiest, but my throbbing cock decided otherwise. I used my hands to separate the branches and tentatively leaned forward. I should've grunted in pain at the scratches I instantly felt along my forearms, but all I could do was gasp in adrenaline-fueled surprise: the blinds were closed. Oh-my-fucking-God, I thought. Dazed, I slowly retreated until my feet reached concrete. I turned and couldn't stop from jogging back to the gate. By the time I reached the side of the house, I was sweating like crazy and feeling a little dizzy. My heartbeat was still pounding in my ears, all but drowning out the incessant summertime sounds of crickets and cicadas. I paused by a spigot, turned it on and drank deeply from the attached hose. Then I splashed a little water on my face and the back of my neck. Even though it was warm, it felt nice and cool compared to my hot skin. Leaning against the wall, I took a few calming breaths before covering the remaining distance to the front door. Standing on the front porch, I cupped my hands and peeked through the door window. I could see all the way to the curtains covering the sliding glass door which opened to the back porch. Where the left side of the hallway opened to the living room, I saw the back of the couch but nothing else. I wondered if Brie and Kyra were on the couch or perhaps the floor. Or were they were upstairs in the bedroom? Okay, I whispered. This is it. I depressed the thumb paddle of the handle and slowly pushed the door open. Tentatively, I stepped inside and eased the door shut before tip-toeing my way down the hall towards the living room. About halfway down, I froze. Oh shit, I thought. What if Kyra freaks out when she sees me? What if she takes off? Kyra may be perfectly happy having sex with Brie, but she may be totally against a threesome with me. Unfortunately, Brie and I hadn't discussed this possibility. I didn't know what to do. If Kyra reacted how I was afraid she would, it'd ruin the whole experience for Brie and that was the last thing I wanted. I can just leave and return later, I thought. Or maybe sleep in my car. But if I didn't return Brie might worry that something happened to me. I groaned at my paralyzing indecision . . . until I heard a low, sensual moaning. I turned my head towards the living room and after a few seconds realized it was Brie making the noise. My mouth went dry as the desert and I was sweating again despite the house being cool. Still worried how Kyra would react, I made my way towards the living room. I reached the corner of the wall and looked to the couch--empty. Then I looked to my left and down-- Holy shit. Brie was lying on her back, her tanned legs splayed wide and bent at the knees. Kyra was positioned between them, giving Brie's glistening pussy furious licks with her tongue while two of her fingers pistoned in and out of the slick opening. God, they looked so beautiful; so tanned and curvy and covered with a light coat of perspiration. My cock started to jerk so violently I thought I was going to come in my pants. I stepped further into the living room and nervously cleared my throat. Kyra's head snapped towards me so quickly I jumped; her dark eyes went wide with surprise. Oh fuck, I thought. But before I could regret my decision to not leave the house, Kyra smiled at me--a slow, lusty curve of her moist, swollen lips. Then she turned back to Brie's pussy and resumed eating it with gusto. Brie was staring at me with half-lidded eyes, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. I wriggled my eyebrows and returned her smile. She nodded towards the recliner, which I took to mean "sit down and enjoy the show." I sat down and noticed Brie's flesh-colored dildo, pink vibrator and a tube of lubricant atop the coffee table. I wondered if she and Kyra had used them yet. If they had, I hoped like hell they'd do so again. There was also a half-empty bottle of vodka and a shot glass. Guess the booze worked, I thought, or at least it didn't hurt. At the other end of the table, Brie and Kyra's dresses were spread haphazardly across the floor. I wished I could've seen how this all started, how it'd progressed. My imagination definitely had a few ideas. I was amazed at how deftly Kyra ate Brie's pussy, giving equal attention to the folds and engorged clit. The two fingers she was fucking her with were facing forward and it looked like she was applying pressure to the front wall with each withdrawal. I made mental note of this as it appeared to be working extremely well. Brie's face was twisted with concentration as she caressed and plucked her large nipples. I knew she was fighting an impending orgasm, holding off as long as she could to magnify the explosive release. But Kyra's furious tongue and fingers proved too much. Unable to stand it any longer, Brie finally arched her back and screamed--a guttural, protracted sound that dripped exquisite bliss and total release. Kyra continued her ministrations until another smaller, yet still powerful, orgasm left Brie gasping for breath. Kyra slid along Brie's body, a slow, sensual undulating motion as her tongue traced a wet line from her soaked pussy to her mouth. Brie parted her lips, accepted Kyra's tongue and sucked it greedily until she was gasping for breath. Then, releasing Kyra's tongue, Brie rasped, "My turn." Kyra laid back and spread her legs wide. Brie positioned herself between the soft tan thighs, tossed her hair over her shoulder and hummed appreciatively. "God, so pretty," she whispered before flicking Kyra's clit with her tongue. Kyra cried out and lifted her hips as a flood of juices spilled from her pussy. Running a finger between the slick folds, Brie crooned, "Oh, baby. You are so fucking wet. I could just drink you up." She lapped at the heavy cream as she slowly worked two fingers into Kyra's pussy. I looked down, surprised to see that I was stroking my cock. The head of it was shiny with pre-come and its dark veins stood out in stark relief against the otherwise smooth flesh. Huh, I thought. I honestly couldn't remember taking it out of my shorts. Much to my dismay, I was quickly approaching orgasm. I tried to think about other things: baseball, politics, even religion. But the sight of Brie licking, sucking and fingering Kyra's pussy was too much. Still, I tried to hang on, to deny my impending release a little longer. Then Brie reached up and plucked the dildo off the coffee table and slipped it inside Kyra until all that remained was the flanged base. After a couple full strokes, Kyra started screaming, "Fuck, yes! Oh God, oh God! Fuck me! Yes, fuck me!" It was more than I could bear. I sped up my strokes and a few seconds later shot a load of come that reached my neck. The subsequent spurts landed on my green t-shit, leaving it spotted with numerous pools of thick cream. I opened my eyes to see Kyra and Brie watching me. They were lying on their sides, facing each other, caressing each other like lovers. Kyra smiled at Brie and teased: "Now I see why you married him. Damn if his cock isn't huge." "And he knows how to use it, too. Don't you, baby? He always hits all the right spots." I felt my face flush, a silly thing considering the three of us were equally vulnerable at the moment. "Aw, look," Kyra crooned. "He's blushing." They giggled and I felt my face brighten even more. I shook my head and said, "I see you two found another common interest." Brie absently ran a hand up and down Kyra's leg. "Oh, yes. We've found that we're both very interested in each other's bodies." The two women gazed into each other's eyes until Brie whispered something to Kyra. Kyra nodded and smiled, then Brie glanced at my semi-hard cock. "You want us to help you with that? I'm sure we could bring him back to life." Oh, man, I thought. This is it--what I've been fantasizing about. It's really going to happen. My voice trembled with the desire pulsing through my body. "Sounds good to me." Brie nodded toward the couch. I stood and stepped out of my shorts and underwear before pulling off my t-shirt, shoes and socks. I walked to the couch and sat in the middle. Brie and Kyra stood as one and sauntered to either side of me; their curvaceous hipped swayed with each step, their heavy tits bounced gloriously. They knelt on either side of me and pushed their tits against my arms. I paused, not knowing which one to turn to first. Kyra placed her long, delicate fingers on my chin, making the decision for me. She kissed me long and hard. We pressed and rolled our tongues against each other; took turns sucking and nibbling them. I tasted and smelled the scents of cool vodka and sweet pussy; Brie's pussy, I realized. The thought of that made images of Kyra eating it so thoroughly flash through my mind. God, they'd looked so amazing, so hot together. I felt a twinge of jealously at how natural it'd seemed, like they were two halves, finally united and whole. I gasped into Kyra's mouth when Brie went down on me. There was no warning, no licking or gentle stroking; just her hand wrapped around my balls and her hot mouth taking my cock to the hilt. My breath grew ragged, which must've sparked something in Kyra. The intensity of her kiss grew ferocious, like she was trying to devour me. Her tongue was powerful and insistent, larger than Brie's, thicker and coarser. I shuddered at the thought of how it would feel against my erection. A few minutes later I got to see just how it would feel when Kyra switched places with Brie. She deep-throated me a few times--long, sensuous, pulls along the sensitive flesh--before focusing her attention on the swollen head. I arched my back when she started milking me with her long fingers, licking each pearly bead that escaped my cock's tiny slit. Brie pulled back from our kiss and rasped, "That feel good, baby? You like having her suck your big cock?" "Yes," I moaned before our lips met again. God did it feel good. Kyra was going down on me in slow, sucking strokes. Each time her head moved up, she ran her tongue along the length of my shaft. And she was using her saliva to make me so slippery I could barely stand it when she'd work her hand up and down a few times before swallowing the hard flesh again. I was having a serious problem with control. I could feel my balls swelling, pulsing with the need to come in Kyra's mouth. Then, suddenly, her mouth was gone. I nearly whimpered at the loss of her hot soft lips, her rough tongue. Kyra sat up on her knees. Brie leaned towards her and they kissed. "Mmm," she said. "I can taste his cock on your lips. You should taste his come. It's delicious." Kyra smiled. "Oh, I plan on it. But first I want to ride him." Kyra lifted her leg and straddled me. With one hand, she reached down and grabbed my cock. She stroked it a few times, running her thumb over the tip, before placing it against the soaked opening of her pussy. She lowered herself slowly; her eyes pressed tightly shut; her face a mask of infinite pleasure. She moaned loudly as each inch disappeared into her hot, wet cunt. The head of my cock was tingling and pulsing, swelling with the need to come. Desperate, I reached behind her ass and grabbed my balls. I squeezed until pleasure transitioned to pain and I felt a twist in my gut like I'd been punched. The sensation didn't ease the tension, the desperate need for release, but it stopped it from getting any worse. Once Kyra had taken all of me inside her, she paused, opened her eyes and stared into mine. I was instantly mesmerized by the sparkling beauty and depth of her gaze. I felt my mouth drop open, slack, as breaths of admiration escaped my parted lips. Kyra leaned into me, pressed her mouth to mine, and drew on my tongue, sucking it hungrily as she lifted and lowered herself along the length of my erection with slow, deliberate strokes. Christ, she was so tight and hot. I felt like I was burning alive. Brie kneaded Kyra's breasts as she alternated between the large nipples, sucking each swollen nub thoroughly before moving to the other. After a minute of this, she paused and breathed, "Help me." I took one nipple as she took the other. Together we licked and sucked like two eager babes. The sensation pushed Kyra higher and higher until she cried out, "Oh, fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck! Yes! Yesss!" She started pumping up and down on my cock, lifting herself high enough until only the head was within the thick folds before slamming back down. It was too damn much; I couldn't take anymore. I threw my head back, grabbed Kyra's hips and pulled her down as I felt my cock explode. Kyra's pussy released a flood of juice. It coated both of us, making our abdomens and pelvic areas glisten. She bucked and jumped up and down on my cock so hard I was sure it'd pop out of her, but she maintained a firm grip as she milked it dry. Her own release came in three protracted waves, each slightly less intense than the one before, until, finally, she collapsed against me. After a couple minutes, Kyra rolled to the side. We both groaned as my still hard cock slipped from her pussy. Brie stroked it and said, "Hmm, looks like someone's not finished yet." Kyra, propped-up at one end of the couch, looked down in confusion at the thick semen dribbling from her gapping pussy. "What, he doesn't get soft after he comes?" Brie bent down and licked the length of my cock before going down on it a few times. "Sometimes," she purred. "But usually he doesn't go completely soft for hours." Kyra, still panting, said, "Holy shit. Josh, you're every woman's fantasy." I smiled. "I've been telling Brie that for years." Brie grabbed my shaft and straddled me. "Oh, shut up and fuck me." Brie went to the floor, pulling me along until I was lying on top of her between the couch and coffee table. We both cried out when I slammed every inch of my straining cock into her hot pussy. I sucked one of her nipples as she drew heavily on the other. After a few measured strokes, I started jack-hammering into her. Since I'd come twice already, I felt more in control. The urge was still there, but I knew I could keep another release at bay for quite some time. I fucked Brie into a quick but powerful orgasm. Then I pushed up into a kneeling position, grabbed her ankles and pulled them far apart. I couldn't help but stare appreciatively at her glistening pussy; the way it opened to my cock as I pushed in before gripping it tightly as I withdrew. Every few strokes I'd pull out until only the head was inside her. I'd wait until she begged me to put it back in before flexing my hips and ramming into her hard enough to make her cry out in ecstasy. Kyra appeared at my side. She was standing close enough for me to smell the heady aromas of semen and pussy juice. I leaned to the side and buried my face in her cunt. I licked the slick folds, sucked on the swollen clit and buried my tongue in as far as it would go. She grabbed the sides of my head, pushing me into her pussy until I could barely breathe. I kept licking and sucking and penetrating until her hands tightened on my head like a vice and her juices flooded my mouth. I turned to Brie who'd been watching while I feasted on Kyra's pussy. She smiled and breathed, "Doesn't she taste wonderful?" I licked my lips. "Yes, she does. Very wonderful." Kyra walked around the table to Brie's head and asked, "Would you like a taste, baby? Hmm? Would you like to eat me while your husband fucks your pussy?" "Oh, God yes," Brie breathed. Facing me, Kyra lowered herself onto Brie's eager lips. She held herself up so I could watch as Brie fingered her pussy and alternated between furious licks and penetrating stabs of her tongue. God--it was so unbelievably hot. I'd always figured Brie would enjoy sex with another woman, but I'd had no idea how much or how good she'd be at it. I zoned out for awhile as I continued to stare at Brie's glistening lips and chin, at the plump folds of Kyra's pussy. Though still pumping my cock in a steady rhythm, I was barely aware of it, completely mesmerized by what I was watching. Brie's sudden orgasm brought me out of my trance. I opened my eyes, surprised to see the ceiling. Huh? I thought. Then I became aware of Kyra, nibbling and sucking on my exposed throat. I pulled back from her tantalizing nips and licks and looked down. She was running furious circles around and over Brie's clit with two fingers. Brie bucked her hips as another release washed through her, burying my cock as deep as it would go. Breathing hard, she cried, "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Yesss! Oh, God, I want more. I want my pussy and ass both filled." Kyra and I smiled at one another conspiratorially as I withdrew my cock from Brie. She gasped as it popped free then started moaning rhythmically as I stroked her pussy with its head, drawing juice from it to the tight little opening just below. Kyra reached over and plucked the tube of lubricant from the coffee table. She squirted a generous dollop onto her finger before rubbing it around and over Brie's asshole and the length of my erection. I put my hands under Brie's ass and lifted. With a quick thrust of my hips, I pushed past the tight ring of muscle, not stopping until my pelvic bone ground into her pussy. Brie bucked like she'd been electrocuted, crying out as a violent orgasm tore through her body. As I pulled back, Kyra quickly slipped two curled fingers past Brie's weeping slit. I felt them and their added pressure through the thin wall that separates pussy from ass, unable to contain a series of violent shudders as they stroked the top of my pistoning erection. Brie's ass was like a silk glove, fisted around my cock, milking it in slow, sensual motions. I licked the sweat beaded on my upper lip, moaned at the taste of salt and pussy juice. I wanted to stay just as we were . . . forever. Fuck work and all the rest of it. I had all I needed right then, right there. I was truly a happy man-- "Ahh!" Brie cried and began squirming beneath me. At the same time the pressure around my cock seemed to triple, like something was trying to eject me from the tight depths I was exploring. I looked down and whispered "holy fuck" at the sight of Kyra's hand completely inserted into Brie's pussy. I'd seen fisting before but only in porn movies. It looked different up close, painful and beyond invasive. But Brie wasn't telling Kyra to stop; quite the contrary, actually. She sounded like she was being assaulted by a series of powerful orgasms, screaming into Kyra's pussy and bucking like a wild bronco. Kyra alternated between pumping her fist and moving it around in tight circles. She looked up into my eyes and asked, "You like that baby? You like fucking your wife in her tight ass while I fist her sweet pussy?" I croaked a feeble "Yes" and started slamming into Brie. It was quickly becoming more than I could bear despite my two earlier orgasms. Kyra was close as well. She was groaning and biting her lip and pumping her ass up and down on Brie's face. But just when she seemed ready to explode, to add to the sexual energy pouring off Brie as she continued to orgasm over and over again, Kyra stared at me and rasped, "Don't come yet. Okay? You need to wait a little longer." Deceive Me Not I frowned at her. "Wha--what? Why? I'm about to explode, Goddammit. And it's not like I can't come again later." "Just don't. Please, Josh." Kyra whimpered in anticipation of her own building release. "Trust me. Just don't come yet." I couldn't believe what she was asking. I needed to come. Hell, I had to come. It felt like my balls were ready to burst from my skin. I wanted to scream at Kyra, tell her to fuck off, but I tried to hold back. Maybe she had an idea of how to make things hotter, though such a thing didn't seem possible. I bit my lower lip until I tasted blood; reached down and squeezed my balls until pain erupted in my gut. Shit--no good. I could feel my cock starting to jerk. There was no way I could stop it. Even if I pulled out of Brie, I'd still come. Brie was screaming and moaning loud enough to be heard for miles. I hoped none of the neighbors called the cops about the noise. It probably sounded like some horrific crime was being perpetrated, like someone was committing bloody murder. Kyra was screaming, too, lost in the swirling vortex of pleasure the three of us had created. I desperately wanted to halt my impending orgasm but knew I was about to fail miserably. My balls were spasming with the need to be emptied as random spurts of pre-come pulsed from my cock. Fuck it, I thought. Can't stop. I squeezed my eyes tight and growled like an animal, pumping in and out of Brie's ass as fast and hard as I could. Her screams pierced the air around us, making every hair on my body stand on end. As the first glorious stream of come blasted from my cock, Kyra bit me on the chest. It wasn't a little nip or scrape of the teeth but a bite that pierced skin. I can't remember if I said anything, but I know I yelled out at the sudden pain. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and tried pulling her off me but she held on with a determined vengeance, licking and suckling at the wound. I put my hand on her shoulder, prepared to shove with all my strength, when the painful sensation transitioned to one of pleasure. Shivers began racing up and down my spine as she drew rhythmically on the blood leaking from the wound. After a while I realized I hadn't finished ejaculating. Kyra leaned away from me. She ran her tongue over her blood-slick lips. I looked down at the pierced flesh above my right nipple and winced at the two semi-circles of teeth marks oozing blood. It wasn't a particularly nasty bite, but it had started burning as soon as Kyra removed her lips. Kyra threw her head back, whipping her long black hair from her face. "I'm sorry, Josh. But I wanted to stop you from coming." "But why?" I panted. "Like I said, I can come again later." Kyra shook her head. "You're wearing out, baby. We all are. Pretty soon we'll pass out from exhaustion." She smiled in such a way that my balls started throbbing again. "I want your last hot load all to myself." I shook my head in disbelief, trying to get past the fact that Kyra had bitten me hard enough to draw blood. Even weirder was the memory of how the initial shock of pain had faded, supplanted by intense, agonizing pleasure. The erotic feel of her sucking my broken flesh had been both frightening and thrilling. Kyra lifted a leg and moved to the side. Brie's eyes were closed and she was lying perfectly still. "Oh, shit!" I yelled, a sudden surge of panic blooming in my gut. I pulled out of Brie's ass and quickly moved to her head. "Brie, Brie!" She didn't move. I leaned down and put my cheek against her lips. "Thank God," I breathed, grateful for the feel of her breath and sight of her chest rising and falling rhythmically. "She's fine, Josh," Kyra assured me. "She's fucking unconscious!" Kyra grinned in amusement. "She's fine, trust me. She just fainted. Though not common, women can pass out from extreme pleasure." Kyra stroked Brie's cheek. "She's asleep. She'll wake up later feeling better than she's ever felt. Completely satisfied." Kyra smiled lasciviously as she reached across Brie and wrapped her long fingers around my erection. "Looks like it's just you and me, stud." I was confused. Not by what Kyra was suggesting--I knew perfectly well what she meant. But I wasn't sure if it would be alright with Brie. Would she care if I had sex with Kyra without her? Would she be mad that we kept going after she fainted? I didn't think she would, but there was no way to be certain. Not without asking her, anyways, and that wasn't going to happen. Brie was out cold, sleeping contentedly, a lazy grin pulling at the corners of her mouth. I was about to share my concerns when Kyra leaned down and swallowed my cock whole. Down, down she went, not stopping until it kissed the back of her throat. She held it there for a few seconds, running her tongue along the underside as she massaged my balls with her free hand. I moaned, a deep, rumbling sound when she drew back slowly, until only the head was in her mouth, before plunging back down, taking every inch I had to give. Kyra continued working my cock and balls until the need for release had returned. As if she sensed my pending orgasm, she pulled back and breathed, "Sit on the couch." I didn't say a word, just stood and did as commanded. Stroking myself, I waited for Kyra to join me. She was tending to Brie, putting a throw pillow under her head and covering her with a thin blanket. I couldn't help but find her actions extremely endearing. After assuring Brie's comfort, Kyra knelt between my legs and began licking and sucking my painful erection, long, hard pulls that teetered precariously between pleasure and pain. Then she placed the straining flesh between her sweat-slick breasts and used both hands to rub the massive mounds up and down its slippery length. When the head of my cock started to flare, she asked, "You ready?" I had no idea what she was planning but replied, "Hell yes." Kyra stood and placed her hands on my shoulders, guiding me down until I was stretched along the length of the couch. As she straddled me in a reverse cowgirl, I positioned myself at the entrance of her pussy. Looking over her shoulder, Kyra smiled and said, "Unh, unh" before grabbing my cock and shoving it into her asshole. I arched my back and rasped, "Fuuuuuuck." God, it was so tight and hot and slippery. I stared at Kyra's big round butt cheeks as she began pumping up and down, slow, protracted strokes that sent me careening towards orgasm. But I couldn't come--not yet. Our night together was almost over. I had to enjoy this as long as possible. She could bite me again, I thought, shuddering at the memory, the feeling of her teeth breaking skin, her lips suckling torn flesh . . . Kyra rocked her hips back and forth, making her plush ass move in a mesmerizing, undulating rhythm. Without thinking, I reached up and brought my open hand down on her right cheek. The resounding smack of flesh on flesh was followed by an erotic scream from Kyra. She started moving faster, pushing down as she moved back so my cock delved deeper into her ass. I took this as approval of my action and smacked her again. She screamed, louder this time, then snarled, "Oh, yeah, baby. Spank my ass; spank it hard. I've been so bad, so very bad." I kindly obliged, paddling her butt cheeks until they were covered with red handprints. Kyra's elbow started moving in tight circles. Though I couldn't see her hand, I knew she was massaging her clit. I wanted her to turn around so I could watch while I played with her gorgeous tits. But before I could voice my desires, she reached over and plucked the vibrator off the coffee table. I heard a tiny "click" followed by a steady "hum." Kyra looked over her shoulder, flashed me another wicked smile, and inserted the sex toy into her pussy. "Holy fuck!" I jerked rigid like I'd been shocked. I'd known what she was going to do, but nothing could've prepared me for the fiery waves of pleasure that erupted and soared across every inch of my sensitized flesh. The added pressure around my cock was intense and sinfully exquisite. I felt like I'd been locked in Kyra's ass and couldn't pull out if I wanted to. The only thing that kept me from exploding right then and there was curiosity. Kyra had told me not to come earlier, had even bit me to keep me from triggering. So what did she have planned? Why had she made me wait? As if in answer to these questions, Kyra suddenly withdrew the vibrator from her pussy. "Nooo," I groaned. But my regret quickly turned to shock when she plucked the lubricant from the coffee table, squeezed a healthy amount onto her finger, and began spreading it over and around my asshole. I'd seen men get fucked in porn movies plenty of times with vibrators, dildos, strap-ons, and Ben Wa balls. Supposedly, it could make a man ejaculate like a fire hose by stimulating his prostate gland. However, I'd never considered having it done to myself. Not that I wasn't up for trying new things, but some inner instinct had my butt cheeks clinching in protest. Kyra spoke in low soothing tones. "It's okay, baby. Just relax. Trust me--you'll love this." I seriously doubted it, but I worried how my refusal would affect her. I didn't want to make her mad. This had been the most amazing night of my life, and I couldn't bear the thought of it ending on a sour note. Aw, fuck. I forced my butt cheeks to relax. Kyra began pushing gently. I felt the tapered head of the vibrator work past my protesting sphincter. The pressure that raced from my ass to stomach was intense, but I managed to relax enough for her to keep going. I knew the toy was about seven inches long and hoped she didn't plan on putting it all the way in. The pain was intense, but I did sense an undercurrent of pleasure, a slight tingling sensation just beneath the surface that thrummed along my cock and balls. It also felt as though I was expanding, growing impossibly larger, trying to occupy every inch of Kyra's tight ass. I shuddered at the mere thought of my come spilling into that snug vault. The hand which held the vibrator butted against my balls. Oh, God, I thought, it's all the way in. Then Kyra started working it in and out in slow, shallow strokes. The pleasure that had been waiting so patiently in the background stepped forward, spreading like a shock wave. "Oh, fuck yeah," I growled. Kyra worked her ass up and down the length of my shaft, raising herself high before dropping back down. I lifted my head and stared at the sight of my shiny cock appearing and disappearing, stretching her asshole impossibly wide. God, I shouldn't have looked. The sight of my cock tunneling into Kyra was too much. After a few seconds, I felt myself start to trigger. Shit! my mind screamed. Not yet. I raised my hand and pressed a fingernail against the bite Kyra had given me earlier. It burned and started bleeding again, but I didn't care. I just needed something to help me hold off a little longer, something to allow me to enjoy the otherworldly bliss coursing through every cell of my body. I regained control but apparently Kyra had lost hers along the way. Her slow milking became desperate until she put her feet under her and began pumping herself up and down furiously. At the same time she started ramming the vibrator in and out of my ass. The pitch of its hum rose and fell in time with the quick motions of her arm. She didn't tell me not to come, and I wasn't about to ask. But I did manage to stave off my orgasm until Kyra exploded with a scream that sounded like it could've shattered glass. It was inhuman, feral, making the hairs along my arms and neck prickle in response. I closed my eyes, threw my head back in and howled in anticipation. But just as the head of my cock started to expand, the initial blast mere seconds away, Kyra abruptly stood up. "What the fuck!" I yelled. I couldn't believe what she'd done, that she was going to deny me filling her ass with come after what I'd let her do to me. But my indignation crumbled to dust when she knelt down and swallowed my cock to the hilt, somehow managing to keep the vibrator in my ass as she'd gotten up and turned around. Kyra turned her head, just enough for me to see her eyes past the thick fall of hair that hid most of her face. They were completely black, as if they'd dilated beyond possibility until all that remained were dark pupils. She looked wild, crazed, like a predator starving for a meal. But God she looked sexy, too. Her cheeks were brightly flushed and her lips seemed to have swollen beyond their usual plumpness. She was taking the entire length of my erection into her mouth and down her throat without so much as a cough. My orgasm ripped through my entire body. I felt it everywhere: cock, balls, arms, legs, feet . . . No nerve ending was left untouched by the unbelievable pleasure that coursed through me. Though I can't be sure exactly how long it lasted, my orgasm seemed to stretch on and on. Blast after blast of hot cream exploded into Kyra's eager mouth as she continued to suck it and fuck my ass with the vibrator. I could hear her swallowing over my own groans and moans of ecstasy. Finally it stopped, a slow fading like a light being dimmed. I felt the vibrator slip from my ass as Kyra released my cock. It was finally soft. Kyra kissed it from head to base before sucking gently on my dangling balls. I tried to speak but all I could manage was unintelligible sounds, garbled, like my tongue had swollen tenfold. Kyra walked around the coffee table and knelt at my head. Her eyes looked normal again. I wondered if I'd imagined how they'd looked before, like two impossibly large black marbles. She leaned down and kissed me ever so gently. Her rough tongue slid along my lips, making me moan with delight. God what I wouldn't do for this woman; for the pleasures she'd given me and Brie. All the money in the world couldn't repay my gratitude. A twinge of sadness plucked my heartstrings at the thought of her leaving in the morning. "Rest, Josh," she whispered. "You need to rest and regain your strength." Kyra gave my lips a parting kiss before standing. She pulled the coffee table away from Brie and laid down behind her, snuggling against her back until their bodies melded into one. She kissed Brie's neck then her lips. Brie sighed contentedly but didn't wake up. Finally, Kyra lowered her head onto the pillow and closed her eyes. I felt as though I'd taken a sedative; my body so relaxed I was barely aware of it. Still, I was struck with the overwhelming urge to watch Brie and Kyra as they slept, like if I allowed myself to drift off I'd wake alone and realize it'd all been a dream. But my eyelids felt like they'd been weighted with lead. Reluctantly, I closed them and allowed darkness to take me. # I squinted at the harsh light slipping through my eyelids. I threw an arm across my face, more than willing to be reclaimed by sleep. I shifted my body a bit and felt a twinge of pain in my ass. In a head-spinning rush, the previous night came back to me, memories of exquisite sensations and impossible releases. I turned my head to the side, away from the slice of sunlight filtering through the narrow opening between the blinds and window frame. I looked down at the floor where Brie was still sleeping. I stared at her mussed chestnut hair, her kiss-swollen lips. She looked peacefully angelic and sinfully sensual at the same time. A noise from the hallway caught my attention. I grabbed the back of the couch and lifted myself until I could see the front door. Kyra stood there, clothed in the black dress and pumps she'd been wearing the night before. I opened my mouth to say something, but Kyra quickly raised a long finger to her lips. She smiled at me and for just a moment--a quick flash like a subliminal image inserted into a film--I saw something both wonderful and terrifying. Kyra's flesh was no longer skin but small, tight blue scales. Her hair was still raven black and her face looked the same, but fuller. A pair of leathery wings sprouted from between her shoulder blades and a flexible tail fell from the space above her overly round, curvy ass. She licked her lips with a tongue that was ten inches long if it was an inch. But her appearance didn't strike me as grotesque in the least. In fact it brought back every ounce of lust-filled desire from the night before. My cock stiffened painfully, and I had to force myself not to touch it. Then, just as quickly, the image was gone, replaced by the Kyra we'd spent so much time with over the last few weeks; the Kyra who'd shared so much pleasure with Brie and I only hours before. She winked before opening the front door and disappearing into the harsh morning light. I stood up groggily. My legs felt like jelly and my head swam like I was on a tilt-a-whirl. I waited until my bearings returned then walked as quickly as I dared to my study. I moved to the right wall and scanned the books lining the floor to ceiling shelves. After a few moments of searching, I retrieved a book bound in red leather. I had read it a couple times, but it'd been years. Still, it only took a few flips of the pages to find what I needed to see. My heart beat heavily as I stared at a vividly colored picture. In it a reptilian-looking woman with wings stood upon a pile of skulls; her frightening beauty oozed from the page making my breath catch. Beneath her, scores of naked men lay atop the skulls, their hands stretched toward the creature of their desire in lustful supplication. I scanned the description beneath the picture, my eyes fixating on particular words and phrases as feelings of dread began racing through my veins: Succubus . . . . . . female demon . . . . . . seductress . . . . . . sexual intercourse . . . Collects semen which they give to incubus . . . . . . impregnates human females . . . I staggered over to a small couch and collapsed. My heart was racing and sweat poured from by body. I tried to rationalize it all; tried to make sense of the non-sensical. But it the end I couldn't deny what had happened. Oh, God, I thought. The dreams I'd had . . . I laughed out loud then choked back a sob. Brie had worried we might be deceiving her. I laughed again, trying to deny the myriad implications of what had happened. I took deep breathes to keep from hyper-ventilating. When I felt more in control, I raised the book and stared at the picture. The panic and fear coursing through my veins was slowly replaced by painful desire, by feelings of slick folds and earth-shattering orgasms. I couldn't help but imagine myself upon that pile of skulls. I closed my eyes and prayed that Kyra would never return. Then I prayed that she would.