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                                 Maggie
                            by Paris Waterman

Copyright© 2004 by Paris Waterman


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Description: A tale of a love struck guy and the girl he falls head over heels for. But with certain unexpected complications. Partly Illustrated.

Codes: MF FF MM Mult rom bi het exhib oral anal mastrb fist toys
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© Copyright 2004

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Chapter 1


"Me?"

"Hey, I'm just a 28 year old guy, you know, didn't have a girlfriend, hadn't had a girl in Gods knows how long well, 8 months if you hafta know just pretending it didn't matter; that football and basketball on the TV were the most important things in life. Putting on a good front, ya know?"

"Well, it seems some of my closer friends did know. They cared enough to try to do something about it. Of course I didn't know it at the time. In fact, it was quite a while before it dawned on me that I'd been set up for this. They made it appear that I was needed, plying me with a couple drinks to loosen me up as it were."

"'Say When' Gwen managed to convince me. Her earnest sincerity was impossible to ignore. 'Brief' Bernie helped me dress for the occasion. Actually he handed me my clothes. I put them on, no help required. Bernie wasn't my manservant. Nor was Gwen my maid."

"'Say When' came by her nickname honestly enough. Ten years earlier, Charlie Mitchell had her pants around her ankles in the back seat of his father's Lincoln. Thing was, Charlie couldn't find Gwen's pussy. He was poking and pushing until finally, you got it, he told Gwen to say when he was close. It was a giggling Gwen, with three or four martinis in her, who told the story on herself that got the nickname started. It never seemed to bother her, so I figure she must have liked the tag."

"'Brief' Bernie's nickname is easily understood. His premature ejaculation at the high school prom prompted his date, one Gladys Dirking to tell all her girlfriends. Bernie claims she was blabbing to them before he'd put it back in his pants."

"Anyway, I pushed his hands away, telling both of them emphatically that I was fully capable of dressing myself. As I slipped into my suit jacket Gwen got in my face, straightening my tie, and saying: "She needs to get out. Maybe you do too," "I don't know about you, really, but she definitely needs to get out."

Brushing imaginary lint from my lapel, she continued as though talking to herself, "It's Friday - date night, the girl has to get out and you've got to help us boost her ego back up after a devastating romance gone wrong.

And so there I was an hour later, after climbing four flights of narrow stairs in a narrow, brownstone on 44th Street knocking on Apartment 4B and trying to catch my breath. I heard her footsteps coming to the door. Gwen had told me she was good looking, but I wasn't prepared for the strikingly beautiful girl who opened the door, put her hand out and with a nervous smile said, "Hello, I'm Maggie. You're kind of late aren't you, for a first date and all."

I stammered out a profuse apology, "I... I... I almost didn't make it at all... my friends, my so-called friends... they kept delaying me. I think on purpose, so you'd be mad at me. I'm terribly sorry about being late," I ended lamely.

She kept staring at me and I went with the truth and babbled, "And I... I'm not... I mean, I wasn't prepared to meet someone as breathtakingly beautiful as you."

I was on the road to recovering my poise. She broke off the eye contact and glanced down at her hands.

"Well," she said, "you're off to a pretty good start now that you're here," her renewed smile was still nervous.

I still have a vivid memory of that first impression of her. Her shoulder length, champagne-colored hair was combed straight back above a smoothly rounded forehead in sort of a lion's-mane effect. She had high prominent cheekbones that slanted her eyes just the tiniest bit. But beneath the short, straight nostril-flaring nose, her mouth loomed out at me; it was her most attractive feature. Wide enough that it seemed to go all the way across her face although it didn't, and the full, sweet upper lip was so unusually short that it appeared unable to cover a perfect set of prominent upper teeth. Below the long, full lower lip was a tiny cute jaw and chin that further accentuated the mouth. And when she smiled, even nervously as she did now, the entire room seemed to light up. I would learn later that Maggie was embarrassed about her mouth and considered her Italian nose her best feature. Ahhh, but apart from her face, her figure was enough to drive men (and women) crazy with desire.

I don't know if I can adequately describe her body in words. There was something about her shoulders, which were unusually wide and square, and formed a long line that tapered down from them to her waist, only to flare out into a pair of high-assed hips. And above all this rode the slender neck and high small head of a goddess.

Actually, she needed the wide shoulders to support the big full globes of her breasts thrusting out in the tight black dinner dress. Her calves were perfect, her ankles strong and delicate. In the tight dress there was just a suggestion of her mons if you saw her just right. In heels she was just a hair shorter than I, standing straight, carrying herself high off her hips, the slender neck extended to carry the small head, in the manner of a Jamaican woman carrying a market basket on her head. This girl was the most beautiful woman I had ever met.

We made some small talk and then left to go out on the town. In the cab, glancing at her sideways, as she nestled down into the collar of her coat, I realized with a start that I had never been so proud to be seen in public with a woman. Hell, I'd never been with a woman this beautiful before. Silently I thanked the dating gods that I hadn't gotten tongue-tied. I thought that this was going to be one of the greatest nights of my life.

Man, was I wrong.

Oh, it started out well enough. We went to the Village Vanguard for dinner and the show. After a few drinks Maggie loosened up and lost her nervousness and began to display a really penetrating wit and humor along with a sexy charm. She was an incorrigible flirt. But then, she was stunningly beautiful, so sexually attractive that tables buzzed as heads turned towards her to gawk.

"Who was she?"

"What movie did I see her in?"

"Who was she married too?"

I became a problem. As Maggie loosened up after a few drinks, I began to fade. The drinks with my 'buddies' earlier started to take a toll. If Maggie was a little drunk, I was wiped out. I made my pitch for her right there in the lounge following dinner. I think I told her I wanted her to come to my apartment with me because I wanted to make violent love to her. I recall my astonishment when she told me no.

"Why not?" I blurted out, loud enough for everyone at the bar to hear. "What's wrong with me?"

Maggie had a hurt, embarrassed but determined expression on her face. "How do I know what's wrong with you? I don't even know you yet." She shook her pretty head and said flatly, "I never lay men the first date I have with them anyway."

I managed to sputter something like, "That's ridiculous!" in protest. During dinner she had been quite open about the number of men she had had in her life. "More than thirty," she'd said proudly.

"Maybe," she replied, looking embarrassed and stubborn, "but I don't care. I don't have to and I won't." Her eyes softened a little. "Anyway, you're getting pretty drunk."

Then I guess I lost it. After all, I'd only had four women in my life at that point and I wasn't sure about two of them.

"Thas my goddamn friends! And... and because I'm shy."

Maggie blushed, "People are staring at us."

"Fuck 'em!" I shouted. "Son's of bitches! What do they know about loneliness?"

"What do you know about it?" Maggie asked sharply.

"I think you're nothing but a..." I started, but couldn't bring myself to finish and switched to a less abusive tone. "I hate cockteasers." I muttered.

"And I think you're a shit!" Maggie said. "No girl would fuck a man with such a rude, crude approach as yours!"

And that was the way our first date ended.

Oh, I took her home all right. It was around four in the morning and a light snow was falling as we walked towards Maggie's place. I began kicking over wastepaper baskets as we walked because I was furious, frustrated and pissed at myself because I'd never see Maggie again.

"You're liable to get arrested for that." She warned me nervously.

"Yeah? Well I hope I do! I hope I do!" I muttered and kicked another one over. At her door she shook hands with me.

"Not only are you not a gentleman," she said in a whisper, I really think you're kind of crazy."

"You think so huh," I said. And for one clear, agonizing moment that would forever stay burned into my brain I stared at her. From beyond my alcoholic haze I tried to put into my eyes everything I felt about her and about myself. I thought I saw that her eyes understood. But she was very mad at me.

I turned and walked away. Sulking, I recall thinking, "she's no goddamn virgin, and she wouldn't even let me feel her tits."

I woke up on the floor of my apartment the next morning. I was nude. Drawing small satisfaction that I'd made my way home and managed to undress myself I put a pot of coffee on to perk and took a long shower. It was 8:30 when I took my first sip of coffee and then inhaled on my first cigarette of the day. Then after hacking hard to get the cigarettes and whiskey huskiness out of my voice, I dialed Maggie's number.



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Chapter 2


Some time later that afternoon, Maggie told me that it was the huskiness in my voice that got to her. It was the only reason she didn't hang up on me immediately. She claimed it was so sexy and exciting that it startled and intrigued her into listening and before we were finished she was masturbating furiously to a climax. (Because of this, as our relationship blossomed, I would use phone sex to bridge any distance that separated us.)

But I'm running ahead of myself. After the euphoric shock of Maggie's agreeing to see me that afternoon, I felt obliged to call Gwen and Bernie.

It went as expected. "I can't believe you acted that way!"

"Well you two got me plastered before the date for God's sake!" I said defensively.

"Don't blame us," Bernie whined. "We got you two together..."

"And she was open with you, telling you all about the men in her life." Gwen said righteously.

"My God," I roared at them, "I didn't expect a body count. And, and, and when I got one, Jesus, what was I supposed to think? That her legs weren't open for business just then?"

Gwen shot me a look of pure disdain. Silence reigned.

Bernie cut through the icy air, "So where did you guys leave off?"

"I called her this morning and groveled appropriately."

Gwen asked, "Did she hang up on you?"

"No."

Both Gwen and Bernie asked the next question simultaneously.

"What happened?"

I grinned at them. "We have a date sort of, this afternoon."

"You Bastard!" Gwen said, then hugged me tightly. Maybe a little longer than most hugs, and I got to enjoy the buoyancy of her ample breasts. A rare treat from Gwen, who'd had me on a no touchee, no feelie policy since high school. While our hug was going on, Bernie pounded on my back, saying, "You son of a bitch, you sure fooled us, let's have a drink!"

"Thank you, but no thanks Bernie. I want to get off to a good start today."

"You want to get off period," Gwen teased.

"Right. I want my name added to her pelts. My God Gwen, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever been out with. I can't believe she's agreed to meet with me after last night."

Bernie looked at Gwen, but spoke to me. "Women can surprise the hell out of you sometimes."

To which Gwen added, "It's our job to keep you guys off balance."

"Well, Maggie floored me when she invited me over today."

"Someone's gonna get laid later." Bernie crooned repeatedly.

"Right," said Gwen, "and it won't be you Bernie." Then she pointed her long nailed finger at me and said, "Get out of here. Go home, make yourself presentable and I hope you boff each other's brains in."



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Chapter 3


"That was my bad luck," Maggie purred, with a Cheshire grin splitting her lipstick smeared red lips.

She ran one hand lightly across my belly and then slithered down into my crotch, kissing me in the center of my chest.

Oh! I've gotten ahead of myself again. Do you care? I mean this is one of the good parts. At least I think so. So unless there's unanimous agreement otherwise, we'll dispense with our glib conversation at the door and while having a cocktail and even with the part where we tore our clothes off rushing into her bedroom.

"My good luck!" I countered, and trapped her hand where it was with my own so she couldn't remove it, or stop what she was doing.

"And it turns out it was only cigarettes and whiskey," she smiled.

As time went on I learned that she didn't do things like that, grabbing me like that I mean. Usually, she waited to be stimulated and then played upon like an instrument. Whatever, I had never had sex like this in my entire life.

Perhaps I should fill in the missing parts someone out there might have a real need to know what happened. For those of you who don't care, go fetch a box of tissues, you're gonna need 'em.

It hadn't been much of a phone conversation really. I apologized for my conduct the night before, Maggie told me I ought to, but I noted that she had not verbally accepted it. I was kind of awkward for a moment or two and then I suggested that I come over and apologize in person.

"Thanks!" Maggie said sharply, and then softened the tone of her voice. "Oh, that doesn't matter," her voice changed, it was now a lovely low voice, charged with sexuality. "Come on over, I'm not really doing anything."

She met me at the door and said, "I was still in bed when you called." And once again I was swept away by her beauty. She was wearing a tight fuzzy white sweater over those magnificent tits and tight brown slacks that molded into the crack in her ass all the way up. It was almost impossible to take my eyes off that incredible high-hipped ass or those tits. Half the time I didn't know what I was saying, but it seemed to be working.

Her warm, rich voice was like a kiss in my ear. We went out for burgers and shakes and returned to Maggie's apartment around three. It always seemed to me afterwards that our two naked bodies met in the center of the room with a smack like the clap of two large hands, but I knew that couldn't be true. She had had her clothes on, I was sure. And I was certainly dressed, coming in from the outside as we had. So there must have been some conversation, if only to fill the time required getting our clothes off. But I don't remember any of it.

The most enduring image I have of that first day is of myself lying on the living room couch with Maggie astride me and kneeling over my face as my tongue devoured her, offering me free advice.

"Yes, yes, oh I love it when you squeeze my ass cheeks together like that!"

"Oh, suck it baby! Yes! Just like that!"

"Ah! Put your finger there... yes, there baby. Oh, God! Push it in deeper!"

"Oh baby, yes!"

"Ohhh, your tongue your tongue and your finger both inside me... matching strokes, ohhh, baby, I think I'm gonna..."

And then Maggie, drooping like a falling flower, champagne hair falling over her face almost to those gorgeous breasts as she cried out before collapsing upon me.

It turned out that for some reason the only way Maggie could achieve a real orgasm was when I went down on her. Fortunately for the two of us, I love eating pussy. I don't mean Maggie disliked fucking. Oh, no. She loved to fuck. In fact she told me so moments after I entered her for the first time.

"Yes, yes, yes baby pull on my nipples with your teeth. Yeah, just like that!"

"Do ya like it when I squeeze your balls like this?"

(For the record, I answered in the affirmative.)

"Baby, my sweet baby, I can see that look in your eyes; I can feel you pumping me harder

and harder. Ahhhhhh, I love this kind of fucking!"

"Look down baby," she whispered huskily in my ear, while lavishing wet licks to it.

"Watch as your cock slides deep into my pussy and then look and see how wet and shiny it is when you pull back. Isn't it disgusting?"

I fucked faster.

""Would you find it revolting if someone wanted to take that disgustingly slimy dick and put it in their mouth?"

I came a ton.



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Chapter 4


The knock came when we were eating (food) in the nude.

"Wait a minute," Maggie hollered, and grabbed a robe and in almost the same motion threw another robe at me. "He was smaller than you but it should fit," she said as she made to open the door.

"Oh, ho!" Her roommate Leslie said as she entered. Placing her packages on the counter, she grimaced and held her nose. "My God, this place smells like a zoo!"

"Go to hell!" Maggie said laughing. Then she turned slowly, and with a beatific smile on her face, stretched her arms as far as she could.

"Hmmm," Leslie grinned, "I take it you two have been humping like rabbits while I'm slaving away at the office."

She threw off her coat and slumped in the one large easy chair. "Well, it's not unexpected after the way she talked about you last night."

"He's built like a Greek God," Maggie reported.

"Oh?" said Leslie.

"You'd never know it to see him dressed. I've got to get him some decent clothes."

"Hey," I said indignantly, "I'm still in the room."

"Yeah," said Leslie, "big deal. I'm inclined to agree with you Maggie. Drag him down along Fifth Avenue and get him fixed."

"Absolutely," said Maggie.

"You think so, huh?" I said smiling.

I had hated seeing Maggie put that robe on and cover up that lush body. She was even more beautiful without them on. Her heavy, beautiful drooping breasts; the long lean line from her armpit to those widely swelling hips, and the high rounded ass. Not a bit of fat except perhaps that delicious belly which wasn't fat so much as the way she was constructed just above the triangular bush hovering around her cunt. Even now, after all those years, it was the most flexible female body I'd ever come in contact with. For example, Maggie could actually put both feet behind her head at the same time if she wanted to.

Eventually, it was decided by the girls that I would take them to dinner and I did. Leslie waited until we started our first glass of wine before they began to initiate me. Yes, I said initiate, as in to admit as a member into a fraternity, through the use of special rites.

"So," Leslie said. "How many times did you two do it?"

"Only twice," Maggie said nonchalantly.

I swallowed hard, and then gulped my wine down, draining the glass.

Leslie picked up the bottle and poured me another. "Only twice?"

"Well," Maggie replied, "we were interrupted by a certain slut and..."

"Never mind the personal attack, darling, what I want to know... what I need to know is just how well hung is he?"

"Hey," I blurted, "this is just like before. You two talking about me as if I'm not even here."

"But you are here, darling," Leslie smiled and placed her hand on my knee. "And if you insist I'll talk directly to you."

I was almost mollified by this, but Leslie continued and I saw the Cheshire grin appear on Maggie's lovely countenance once more.

"Well, just how big is that dick of yours?" With that she squeezed my thigh. Instant erection resulted.

"I hadn't blushed in years, but I was blushing now.

Maggie pursed her lips and said, "Go on, tell her. It will make her ever so jealous."

Leslie's fingernails scraped lightly over my boner, causing me to lurch in my chair and damn near ejaculate in my trousers.

"You're not touching my man are you, Leslie?"

"Only a little bit."

"Stop it, it's my toy, not yours and we're not having a goddamn competition for him. Find your own stud."

I couldn't believe my ears. Were they actually fighting over me?

"I only want to find out how big he is," Leslie said with a pout.

"If I had to guess, and I will... for your benefit, I'd say perhaps eight inches and he's also reasonably fat in all the right places." She turned to me and smiled, "but we will take proper measurements later."

"Oh, goody!" Leslie simpered. "Can I watch?"

What the hell was going on here? I wondered.

Maggie looked me directly in the eye. "You're probably confused by this conversation and I'll try to explain."

"I... I..." But that's as far as I got.

"Leslie and I..." Maggie began, but was interrupted by Leslie.

"We share data. Specifically, on men, our men, our merry men."

I guess my jaw went slack and then fell open, because they both began laughing.

The waiter came took our orders and left.

Turning to Maggie, I said, "You share your men?"

"Umm, no," she replied. "We exchange information on you guys. For example, proficiency, potency and..."

"Never mind," I said.

"Well at least we haven't as yet," Leslie chimed in, muddying the water even more.

The dinner itself remains a blur in my mind. I recall thinking about 'Say When's' expression when I told her about this whacky day. And then it hit me. In doing that, I'd be sharing the same kind, or almost the same kind of information that Leslie and Maggie had just done. But by that time I was paying the check and we were headed for the exit.

Maggie and I both repelled Leslie's attempts to join us for the remainder of the evening. Maggie summed it up succinctly, saying, "I don't care if he's completely spent, he's my date, and no you needn't ask if your body might revive him for another round of unexpurgated sex."

I hailed a cab and deposited Leslie in it and waited another ten minutes for the next one.

As we climbed the steps of the brownstone with Maggie hanging tight on my arm and leaning her breast into me knowing no one could see as another couple passed us on their way out, Maggie squeezed my hand. "Fun and games?"

"Stay in and play?" I whispered back."

"Stay in and play dirty!" she countered and flicked her tongue around the outside of my ear.

"Will Leslie be popping in on us with a yardstick?" I asked playfully.

"Oh, listen to you flattering yourself," she laughed and the erotic peal of it sent chills to my scrotum.

We took separate showers in order to get ready for our next adventure since Leslie had arrived unexpectedly and as I waltzed into the bedroom of her apartment I found the heat coming from the radiator somewhat uncomfortable and so I put the old fashioned circular fan on and lay on the bed looking up at it as it turned slowly and silently.

"Let's do something special," Maggie said as she walked into the room toweling her champagne colored tresses.

"What?"

"Something nasty... Let's play with ourselves. You play with yourself and I'll play with myself and I'll watch you and you watch me. Didn't you ever do that with some girl when you were little?"

"No," I said, feeling breathless and excited. "But I always wanted to."

We shed our robes, tossing them on the floor and positioned ourselves on the Queen-sized bed. Maggie's fingers were in her mouth wetting them. God I loved her so, well it was really lust at this point, but why quibble. I watched her and feet like a miser in a bank vault counting his gold.

"Do you think I'm sexy enough?" she asked in a raggedly voice as she spread her outer lips apart with her fingers. She was already breathing through her teeth as her other hand caressed her full breasts, alternating from one to the other.

I watched mesmerized as she pushed her hips off the bed, fucking her hand. Maggie's eyes were half closed; she was already in a nether world of lascivious craving, her fingers gliding in and out of her very sodden cunt as she glanced up at me at the opposite end of the bed.

"Mmmm Mmmmmm... oh yeah, you're hard for me again."

I made my cock dance for her and her body shook with those delightfully erotic peals of laughter once again. I squeezed my cock and in doing so caused it to expand an inch or so. Maggie leered at me, as her fingers moved deftly over and into her bushy pussy. She rolled over to me and wrapped a measuring tape around my joint.

"Where the hell did that come from?" I blurted and started laughing.

"Not quite six inches in circumference!" she shouted, obviously pleased with her findings. "Leslie, bitch that she is will go absolutely livid when she finds out how thick you are. Now let's see how long..."

"Jesus! Do you know?"

"Know what?" I might have guessed, but this was more fun.

"How long it is?"

"So..."

"You're almost nine inches. It's eight and three quarters. That's fantastic! It's the biggest dick I've ever seen."

I was beginning to feel very smug about myself. Here was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen telling me I had the biggest schlong she'd ever come across and if last night's stories were to be believed, she had seen a few. Maggie was still talking to me and I forced myself back to reality and listened. I'm very glad I did.

Do you want me James? Do you want to fuck me now?" There was a wanton huskiness in her tone. "Or shall we continue teasing each other?"

In a very dry voice, I replied, "Let's keep teasing." Why I said this I have no idea. At any rate, Maggie wasn't at all perturbed by the delay and reached down beside the bed, pulled an item from the dresser next to her. It was some massaging oil. "All right then, I'm going to play pet the pussy," she said and squirted some on her chest and stomach then started rubbing the oil over her. When she was covered with it, her right hand spread the oil into her lower region and over her labia. With the fingers of her left hand Maggie rolled each nipple in turn, moaning in the pleasure this contact brought to her nervous system.

I continued my languid handling of my cock and couldn't fathom why I wasn't fully erect.

I couldn't take much more of my self abuse, hardon or no hardon and in a hoarse voice said, "You know wanted to fuck you since..."

"Since when?" she said not exactly taunting me, but..." Then she tossed the oil to me and I caught it. "Go on, rub it on, you'll find it adds to the pleasure.

Soon my cock was glistening with the oil. I tore my eyes away from Maggie's performance and looked at my cock. And for some unexplainable reason I began to talk about myself and my past.

"When I was a kid, maybe fifteen or so, I put on a show for the guys in the neighborhood, you know? I mean, I didn't know about it at the time, but they let me hear about it later."

Maggie's finger went from her pussy to her lips and she tantalizingly licked it.

"So," she said, "they caught you jerking off?"

"No, not that, I was boffing..." (I had reverted to the street slang prevalent at the time) "boffing Sammy Destefano's sister. Normally they would have found something derogatory to ride me with," I told her, watching as sent a second finger into her pussy to join the first.

They must have liked my style 'cause they started callin' me 'Boom-Boom' after the way I was humping her... you know... boom, boom, boom."

Margie's fingers were moving faster and deeper and I could see her juices starting to flow from between her labia. But I rambled on.

"Anyway, the nickname stuck. Jeez, I haven't seen them in years, but if I should meet anyone of them that name would pop up. Just like my friend here," and I indicated the solid erection now pointing up at a forty-five degree angle. I was starting to feel that familiar tingle and looked at Maggie. Her eyes were closed and her lips were pressed tightly together as she concentrated on getting herself off.

"Ummm, you know, Maggie," I said and she opened her eyes to meet mine. They had a smoky hue to them and I guess mine had a similar look, "I spent most of dinner staring at your tits, wanting to hold them in my hands again and I..."

Her breathing became ragged. I could now hear as well as see her fingers sluicing into her pussy.

"Sluck, sluck, sluck," it went, a wet sucking sound caused by her cunt lips futilely trying to contain her now frantically frigging fingers.

I continued stoking my cock and in what was a terse whisper renewed my monologue.

"As you got into my car for the first time and I saw the back of your legs and your great ass in that black skirt, mmmmm... I wanted to grab you right then; " my fist had tightened around my penis and I was jerking as fast as I could.

"I... I wanted to run my hands all over you."

Maggie moaned and I believe she started to come. Her body stiffened slightly and she gave a little woofing sound, but her eyes were riveted to my blurred hand.

I keep going, but started running the eight times table through my head as my mouth rambled on.

"When I saw you cross your legs I imagined running my fingers up that skirt, to find out whether your pussy was as hot and tight as I imagined it to be."

Maggie had halted her masturbation and spread her legs impossibly far apart; and placing her hands on either side of her cunt, opened it up to reveal the dark deep pinkish hole within.

I was mesmerized by the sight, but kept talking; however, I was on automatic pilot now. "Later, when we started making out in the doorway, I desperately wanted to slide my cock up into you from behind. I wanted to feel your ass slap against my thighs... oh, Maggie, baby... I'm going to have to... to get off!"

With that, I squeezed my cock in my fist, being careful not to go too far and watched as Maggie's eyes followed my movement - from my hand jacking off to my eyes. Eyes glazed with lust, I focused on her cunt - incredibly turned on by how she looked and how she was acting.

I groaned and Maggie exploded in what was her second orgasm. Now she was babbling... 

"Fuck yeah, Baby... I'm coming!"

Yes... yes... yes... this is so hot!"

"Oh God! Lookit that cock!"

Her ass bounced up and down on the mattress as her hand continued to move very fast in and out of her pussy as she drove herself into a froth-filled frenzy, her juices now pure cream and very noticeable on her hand, thighs and sheets.

Moaning ecstatically, her sweat-slicked body was writhing on the bedding as she held her cunt with both hands; her magnificent bounced erotically on her chest and all the while her eyes remained on me, or I should say, on my cock as it sent long, translucent ropes of jizm onto her ankles and calves.

Maybe a minute passed, I know I had finished coming and I think Maggie had just subsided too.

"Get over here," she said.

I held my flaccid but still pulsating cock with one hand and scrambled over.



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Chapter 5

Maggie took my limp prick in her hand and brought it to her mouth. After a through cleansing she gave it one long last suck and as it flopped from her nubile lips said, "I bet you don't even know the names of the various parts to your penis, do you?"

"There's the head, the shaft and, err, the testicles."

"And very nice testicles, I might add," she said, "but you get a D in anatomy."

"Well ... I"

"Listen and lean my lover, the outside perimeter of ... what you so blithely term the head, is actually the corona, that's this part here." A delicate fingertip caressed the very bottom of my cockhead.

"As you can see, it joins the head to the shaft. Now you may or may not know that this is the most sensitive spot on your precious penis."

Giggling, she placed my cock inside her mouth again and swirled her tongue over, under and around it. After removing it she looked at it with might have been a certain reverence.

"Mmmm, it's here that you'll find I spend a lot of time because I know that when my tongue..." She stuck it out at me and I tried unsuccessfully to capture it with mine.

Giggling, she resumed her monologue.

"When my tongue goes round the ridge... mmmmm, to the underside, and I might add that I love the underside..."

I interrupted her to ask, "Is that like anal penetration?"

Maggie cuffed my on the shoulder. "No you idiot, this is the underside." With that her nail scratched ever so lightly along what I always called the bottom... so I guess underside is a reasonable term and ..." My penis was hardening some.

"Now were can see one of God's true miracles at work. Just look at it. Grow baby, grow!" She exhorted it and I did my best to help it along.

"I see where this conversation won't last much longer. You're doing very nicely, please keep up the good work, baby. Getting back to basics, since your darling dick has never met the nasty knife..."

"Huh?"

"You're not circumcised, lover. "

"Oh, that, umm, yeah." I was chock full of intellectual repartee.

"So we're discussing the underside, now look, see where the two ends of this irregular circle come together? Well there are two important things to point out. First, and you probably know this part, this is the point where the foreskin is attached. Second," and at this point she used that delightful fingernail as a pointer once more, "this tiny area is easily the most sensitive spot on your entire body. I won't, but I bet I could make you come by gently tapping the tip of my tongue directly on it."

"Ohhhh," I groaned, imagining her doing just that. My erection was almost back.

"Wait until I tell you about my pussy," she laughed lewdly. "Anyway, beneath the head is the shaft, you got that part right. So far as I know the shaft doesn't do much for you since it has few nerve endings. It does a hell of a lot for the ladies though, so don't look down on it." She stifled a giggle at this and after composing herself, continued. "So those cocksuckers who think sucking up and down on it will get the guy off are wrong. If it works at all it's because the back of their throat is coaxing the come from his nerve-filled head. "

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It was 102:30 AM and only the light in Maggie's bedroom window was visible from the street below. Inside, Maggie was giggling. She couldn't help herself since I was tickling her, having discovered her penchant for it and at the moment I had her giggling uncontrollably. "Oh, Lover, stop!" she gasped, trying to catch her breath.

"Please, no more, please don't." She was still naked and face down on the bed, her head and shoulders resting on the mattress, her beautiful blonde hair in disarray. But she was on her knees, so that her rear end was sticking up in the air. Pressed up close behind her, I found myself sitting between her calves with my legs stretched out on either side of her. I had a firm loving grip on her smooth satiny buns witch I planted a kiss on from time to time.

Leslie had called fifteen minutes earlier and Maggie had promptly given her my measurements and then proceeded to discuss my performance thus far.

At one point in the conversation, Maggie placed her hand over the receiver and whispered that Leslie was so hot she was masturbating. Somewhat miffed at being discussed like a piece of meat, I wrenched the phone from Maggie, not very difficult, since she had wanted me to do just that, and I spoke into the phone and found that Leslie was indeed highly aroused.

"Do you want to come to my voice?" I asked.

Maggie covered her mouth with both hands and laughed hysterically.

"Ummm," Leslie managed.

"I'm going to slap your nipples with my cock because you're a nasty little girl."

Leslie's indrawn breath was audible over the phone.

"That was hardly punishment enough for ridiculing me," I said and heard her breathing rate double.

"You know this cock of mine is big enough so that if I hit you in the nose with it you might require surgery. Shall I hit you on the nose with it?"

A second or two passed, I glanced at Maggie; she was masturbating like crazy.

Then I heard a faint response from Leslie. "What? I can't hear you, speak up!"

"Yes," she murmured. The voice was quiet and submissive and I smiled at Maggie who was close to coming right next to me. Then leaning over I whispered into Maggie's ear, "Shall I have her over to join us?"

A look of panic crossed Maggie's face as she shook her head, no.

I nodded in understanding and resumed talking to Leslie.

"WHAP!" I shouted. "I've just smacked you right on the nose with my thick prick. Did it hurt?"

"Yes," she answered in a tiny voice.

"Are you fingering you're cunt right now?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I... I don't know."

"You can you know. I'll let you."

"Oh, thank you!" Leslie said and I detected an added strength in her tone.

"Now that you know how big my cock is, tell me how big your tits are."

"I... I'm a size 36 B."

"That's generally considered a nice size, do you agree?"

"Yes, yes I think so. Do you think they're nice?"

"I haven't seen them... yet."

Her voice betrayed her excitement as she stammered, "Oh, right."

"But you want to show them to me don't you?"

"I... yes."

"Leslie, I want you to strip right now. Take every stitch off." I don't know where this side of me was coming from, for I was making it up as I went along. I turned to Maggie while Leslie was undressing and gave her a lewd, lascivious grin. She returned it and tendered her come flaked fingers to my mouth. I took them in a sucked them for a moment, then handed them back to her and picked up the phone again.

"Are you nude?"

"I... I am."

"Are you touching yourself?'

"No. Do you want me to?'

"Not yet."

"I want you to go to the window. If the blinds are drawn open them." A second or two later I heard the distinct sound of blinds being opened.

Maggie tugged at my arm. "Hold on a second," I said to Leslie and turned to Maggie.

"She... she lives across the street. You can see her window from the kitchen."

Now that was good news.

"Leslie... I'm back."

"Yes, err the blinds are open. Now what?"

"Go to the window and press your boobs against the window."

Vaulting out of the bed I made for the kitchen. Maggie was right on my heels.

Looking out the kitchen window I saw what might have been a hundred or more windows. I glanced at Maggie and she pointed to the left. I saw Leslie's ample breasts compressed against the glass panes.

"Squeeze them!" I said urging her on.

She squeezed them and at that juncture during the actual squeeze only her nipples were making contact with the glass.

"Is the glass cold?"

"Ummm," she replied. "The air conditioner is right under the window."

"I can see you," I said and heard the shock in the way she drew her next breath.

"I can, and you can see me too. Look to your right, I'm waving at you."

"Ohhh! I ... see... you."

"Press your cunt against the window."

"I..."

"Do it!"

"I am... I mean I will, I need to get higher, maybe a foot stool..."

She left the window and I reached out to touch Maggie's left breast, thumbing the rigid nipple. Maggie gave one of her shivers and sighed.

"Having fun?" I asked.

"This is sensational. I never thought she'd..."

But Leslie returned just then and climbed up and as ordered, pressed her almost clean-shaven cunt against the window.

"Nice," I said. I heard her swallow.

"How often do you trim it?"

"I... I have it done when I get my legs waxed."

"By a male or female?"

"Amanda is her name, or should I have just said female?"

"I don't care what her name is. Does she touch you there?"

There was no response. I saw her wavering on the stool as if she were about to collapse.

"LESLIE!" I hollered into the phone.

"YES?" She answered obviously startled by my shout.

"Get hold of yourself. You looked as if you were going to faint."

"I did feel dizzy for a second."

"Are you okay now?"

"Yes."

"Good, then get your cunt against the damn window!"

She did so, and managed to maintain her balance.

"Now answer the question. Does she touch you?"

I detected a slight defiance in her voice as she responded. "Of course she touches me. She has to touch me to do her work."

"You know what I mean when I say touch, don't you?"

Maggie was rubbing her cunt against my thigh and I was hard as I've ever been. I knew I'd have to fuck something soon and it looked like Maggie was first choice.

"Yes," Leslie replied, "she has touched me there."

"Has she put anything into your cunt?"

"Why are you doing this?" she said, pleading with me. For what I didn't understand, so far everything I'd suggested to her had been promptly followed through on. But she deserved an answer, and I gave her one.

"Because you were so curious about my cock, it's only natural that I'd be curious about you too."

"But..."

"Did she? Did Amanda finger fuck you?"

That did it. The dam burst with that last question.

"No, not with a finger. She used a dildo that was hidden in a drawer next to the chair. I swear I didn't know she was going to do it. She had waxed me several other times without anything happening, but this time..."

I felt Maggie's tongue attacking my ass. Apparently, she too had gone over the edge. The one question I couldn't answer myself was how in the hell had I refrained from coming myself?

"You let her use it on you?"

"Yes, she... she caught me by surprise and I was horny as hell at the time."

"Think she saw you getting wet?"

"Possibly, I was certainly ready for it. It went in without any difficulty."

"Are you tight there? I mean have you had experience with big cocks?'

"Not really. I mean yours is the biggest I've ever encountered and I..."

"You haven't encountered it yet, Leslie. And put those tits back against the glass and really rub them into the window."

As she pushed her tits into the cool glass her hand slipped between her legs and she began masturbating.

"I see what you're doing," I sang, taunting her.

"Don't care... gonna come soon."

"DO NOT COME!" I shouted into the phone and a startled Maggie slipped and fell on her ass at my feet.

"Okay, okay!" she answered weakly and removed her hand.

"Will you be coming over here, or shall I come over there?"

I looked down at Maggie. "She wants to know if she can come over here?"

Maggie shook her head negatively. "I'm not going to share you with her." She said empathically and that was good enough for me.

"Turn around and bend over," I said without answering Leslie.

After she'd complied, I said, "Now you can Jill off to your heart's content. Just stay right there until you finish coming."

"Thank you," she said softly.

"Good bye Leslie," I said and disconnected the phone.

"Get your luscious ass into the bed, ' I told Maggie who anticipated me by a fraction of a second.

Once we were on the bed I renewed the tickling, but she quickly begged me to stop.

"I need something more substantial," she said looking straight at my cock which was jutting up toward my belly button.

"More substantial, eh? I laughed. "Okay face down, my winsome bitch."

"Ohhh, I like it when you talk dirty." She purred, "what have you got planned?"

"I know I should have something really depraved in store for you, especially after talking with Leslie, but I have nothing planned. I'm going to wing it. Ever been winged?"

"Sounds like fun, have at it, or me. But you know I never knew she'd get off on that stuff." Her voice had grown husky.

"Let's see if this gets you off," I said and slapped her ass twice.

"Umm, I do like it, but really want a different kind of hardness at the moment." Then she giggled.

"Oh, all right, we can get fancy later on. You're right, you know. I mean we've only just met and everything is so fresh and vivid..."

"Will you please fuck me?" Maggie implored.

I rolled her onto her back and supporting my weight with my arms on either side of her lithe form, brought the tip of my cock to her moistened slit and touched it."

"Oh, Christ, that feels so good."

"It's not in," I said to tease her.

"I know that damn it! But it does feel good."

I cocked my rear and drove it in.

"Woof!"

Easing all the way out, I slammed it home again.

"Woof!"

"What the hell are you a dog?' I asked.

She took a moment to respond. "No, I'm not a damn dog. You just knocked the air out of me with that thing of yours."

"Want me to stop?"

"Fuck no! Just..."

But I was already pounding back into her again.

"Woof!"

This time I thought I detected a happier tone to the woofing.

Maggie brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist. That action took her clear off the bed and close to my stomach. We kissed feveredly while I mauled her lovely tits as she moaned contentedly beneath me. I took my time with her, not wanting to hurry things, I would have preferred that this coupling last forever and so we found ourselves several minutes later, Maggie on her side facing me, pressed tightly against me, my cock deep inside her as she covered my face, neck and shoulder with loving kisses.

I moved her shoulder a little to the side in order to get at her fantastic tit again. I rubbed the nub gently, tickling the strawberry tips so that they quickly stiffened from my attention.

Moving my mouth closer, I pushed the breast up so as to kiss it and suck on it. Maggie was in heaven. I knew I was buried in to the hilt and she just kept grinding up at me as if to persuade it to go even deeper. She was moaning continuously and used her hands to caress my face and head.

I decided to roll her over on her back, maintaining my cock's deep penetration and devoted several minutes to her other tit. My balls were resting in the crack of her ass and it tickled some because of the constant writhing and wiggling of her ass as she ground her pelvis into my stomach.

She had an ecstatic expression on her face and I knew she was in the throes of a set of multiple orgasms. Her hands left my face and sought out my ass, squeezing the cheeks briefly and then moving to cup my balls as I slow fucked her; making sure each thrust took a different angle as it churned into her.

"If... if you don't..." She couldn't seem to finish the sentence.

"What?" I said, "If I don't what?"

"If you don't come soon you'll have to call Leslie and tell her to get her ass over here."

That did it. My balls erupted and sent a long white plume of sperm rocketing into her. That served to trip her trigger and she came big time, jerking against me as I continued to spew into her. Then we collapsed and slept through the rest of the night.



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Chapter 6

The phone woke us at six-thirty the next morning.

Maggie answered it, giggled and handed me the phone. It was Leslie.

"Hi," she said after a pause.

"Hi yourself. What's with the wakeup call?"

"Oh," she began conversationally as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred the night before. "I, um, didn't hear or see anything over at your place and... I was concerned that something had happened."

"I know you have a great imagination, Leslie, but nothing unusual happened."

"Oh," The one word was filled with disappointment.

"Would you like to hear what went on?"

Maggie elbowed me in the side, but I shrugged it off. This was too good an opportunity to miss.

"If you want to talk about it." One could sense the tenseness in her voice.

"Come to the window," I said.

"All right," she said quickly. I knew she was excited once more.

"Tell me something first Leslie," I said softly.

"Yes?"

"How many times did you come last night?"

"Four," she responded instantly in a voice gone ragged.

"Only four?"

"I... I missed you... your voice, knowing you were watching... but especially your voice. I never heard one as sexy as yours before."

Maggie appeared by my side again.

"Let's see, after we left the window, I found myself inspired by your lovely ass..."

Another elbow to the ribs, but al least Maggie was grinning at me.

"And so I took Maggie's ass, but only after spending perhaps twenty or thirty minutes licking and sucking her little brown circle back there. She has the sweetest tasting ass I've ever sampled."

I could see Leslie busily fingering her pussy. I turned to see what Maggie was doing and was startled to find her making coffee and setting the table -- for three.

Back to the phone I went, plotting a new strategy for Leslie.

"Leslie?" I asked, "Has anyone ever done that to you?"

"No... but it sounds deliciously nasty."

"It is. In fact I might allow you to do me. Do you think you might like a go at it?"

There was a long silence on the line. Behind me Maggie set a cup and saucier rattling, and I knew she was listening in on the conversation, at least from my end.

"It... it might be... interesting." Leslie said so quietly that I wasn't sure I heard her.

I changed tactics, thinking I might learn more by keeping Leslie off balance.

"Did Amanda have a bushy cunt?"

"What?"

"Is there something wrong with the connection?"

"No ... I just..."

"Then ANSWER the goddamned question!"

"No, she doesn't." She replied almost inaudibly.

"Describe it."

"I... oh, it's shaven except for a little red tuft that she has shaped kind of like a question mark. At least that's what she said it was, I really couldn't tell."

"How close did you get to it?"

"Why are you doing this?" she protested.

"Stick a finger in your mouth and wet it," I said changing direction again.

"Now talk to me."

"Mmmcant!" She answered obviously impeded with the digit lodged between her lips.

"Pretend the finger is my cock."

"Mmmmmm!" She said, evidently preferring this little game to the previous one.

"Now, keep that in mind and take my cock, that is your finger and work it into your rear end."

"Oh!"

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing, it's kinda difficult, that's all. I'm getting there... it's in. It's in now." Leslie sounded kind of breathless at this.

"Work it in and out, remember imagine it's my big cock ramming into you back there."

"Mmmmm, it sort of feels funny but nice at the same time." She told me.

Maggie approached me and took the phone from my hand. "Leslie?"

"Hi Maggie, how are you?"

"I don't have an imaginary cock up my ass, if that's what you mean."

But I could see that Maggie was blushing after uttering those words.

"I'm sorry Leslie, we've been mean..."

"Oh no," Leslie stammered. "This ... this game playing, I only wish..."

Maggie interrupted her to say, "Leslie, get your skinny ass over here, throw a coat on and come as you are. I'm going to let my man pluck that cherry ass of yours. Now hurry up!"

She hung up the phone and hugged me.

"I shouldn't have done that, but she... you know, I've never felt this wicked in all my life!"

I was cupping her mons and after we finished a soulful kiss I whispered in her ear. "Before she gets here would you like me to stick my finger up your ass, you know, so you two start even?"

We were still laughing when the doorbell rang. As Maggie went to answer it, I managed to say, "Let's be sure to have a substantial breakfast first, shall we?"

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I was determined to be kinder to Leslie now that I could physically take her as I wanted.

As soon as she had entered Maggie's apartment she made that very clear and surprisingly Maggie was supportive in every respect. No digs or derogatory remarks. Everything was lovey dovey between them. We had breakfast and Leslie kept her coat on until we'd finished and it was Maggie who prodded her to remove it, saying, "Come on, let's see what all the fuss is about.

Leslie was as game as they come, placing a long, lovely black stocking clad leg up on the kitchen chair, and slowly, tantalizingly revealing it to a shockingly white mid-thigh while carefully hiding the rest of her all to lovely form.

I got one wolf whistle in; when with Maggie chanting "Take it off," Leslie whipped the coat from her body and stood nude before us except for the black hose which were thigh highs and a beautifully pair of pierced nipples. I hadn't known that her nipples were pierced, for she'd worn no rings in them last night or this morning and I stared at them.

"I added them just before I came over," she said with a smile. "Like 'em?" she asked as she twirled around so we had a better view.

"Love 'em, I replied while Maggie just stared. Obviously, Leslie had come prepared to give her a run for her money and Maggie was just figuring it out. I already had and my decision was to screw them both and somehow keep Maggie, for as gorgeous as Leslie was, Maggie topped her by a mile. And I still couldn't believe my luck in bedding her.

"I'll let you two get started in there," Maggie generously said, pointing to the bedroom.

"Thank you, Maggie," Leslie said. I gave Maggie a curious look and she put her hands out and shoved me in the direction of the bedroom. I wouldn't let it go that easily. And as Leslie sauntered into the bedroom wiggling her million dollar ass, I stepped back to Maggie and grabbed her, pulling her into my arms. "You sure about this?" I asked. "I won't go through with it if you have the slightest reservations about it.

She smiled at me. "Go on, I'll be joining the both of you in a while. Don't worry, this was inevitable. I knew Leslie would die to get her hands on you the first time we made love. Of course, being best friends I had to tell her everything and that was my mistake."

"But..."

"Get your dick in there. Give her the best you've got. I'll revive you afterward, I promise, loverman, now go."

I went, Leslie, lovely Leslie lay sprawled on the bed waiting for me. As I entered the room she held her left breast in her hand and stuck her provocative tongue out and licked the nipple.

I hardly needed an additional stimulant, but had to admit we were off to an incendiary start.

Her breasts were my first target; after all she'd drawn my attention to them hadn't she?

Leslie's nipples were quite dark, and lay flat against the surface of her skin. But as the cool air in the room touched them, they started to grow. Leslie cupped her hands under her breasts, lifting them off her chest. Offering them to my mouth. Gently I bit down on her right bud as she massaged both breasts. I lay a series of kisses on her neck and shoulders, watching as she took

both nipples between her fingers and started working on them. Soon the ends responded and stood more erect. Then she was still for a moment, seeming to savor the attention I was giving her with the wet, soft kisses. I watched her chest as she breathed, with each breath, her breasts moved up and down in rhythm with her chest.

"So you really like watching me, do you?" She asked and I nodded.

Tiny beads of sweat were forming between her ample cleavage as she smiled at me and then kind of shuffled her rear end a little so as to propel her but back against the headboard. She wet a finger in her mouth and sent it between her legs.

In and out. In and out. I looked on mesmerized as she plucked the finger from her cunt and using both hands spread her labia apart.

"You really couldn't see it from across the street," she hissed, "now could you?"

"It does look better from here," I managed, but my throat was dry and I don't know what came out.

Her labia was thick and pink, but not as fleshy pink as her interior. "Can your cock do this?" she hissed again, sending two fingers completely into her love box. I thought of someone being swallowed by quicksand as they disappeared into her. But when they reappeared I knew it was safe to enter her with my pride and joy. Sometimes I get these bizarre thoughts when I'm around new pussy. I think it has something to do with being told the pussy can swallow you and tear it off as it digests one's dick. I know, I know, it can't happen, but as a 12 year old you hear these stories and you believe, man. You believe.

Anyway, Leslie was breathing kind of heavily at this point and I decided I had better mount her before Maggie wandered by.

"Can I get on top?" Leslie asked.

"Then you can suck on these," she held her breasts in her hands, "while you fuck me from below."

"I believe I invited you over," I said.

She nodded understandingly.

"Let's do it my way, shall we?"

"Anything you say, baby, anything."

I noticed a half-filled glass of wine; I think a Merlot, from the night before, on the bed stand and reached for it. Then I gently pushed Leslie down from her quasi-sitting position so that she now lay prone on her back. As I recall, we started, really started my fucking her with my tongue licking a drop or two of the Merlot off her upper lip. I was surprised at the arousal this brought on. Later I thought about it and realized Leslie's little furnace had been stoked long before we got to the bedroom, so it shouldn't have been a surprise at all. But I digress.

Some wine had trickled down her neck. I went after that and when my tongue probed into the hollow of her throat she moaned for the first time and clutched a breast tightly with her left hand.

I moved downward, kissing, kissing, kissing. The hollows next to her hip brought a quivering tremble. And by the time I reached the smooth edges of her thighs, she was whimpering and pleading with me to savage her.

Those were her very words, "Savage me!"

"Oh, goddamn it," she yelped as I lay my tongue in the fold of her thigh, pulling on both nipples as if that would relieve her of the sexual arousal raging through her body.

Just then I noticed Maggie enter the room and take a seat in the chair at the foot of the bed.

She nodded her obvious approval to me and motioned for me to be silent about her presence.

"You know," Leslie said as I hovered over her; her breath harsh and gasping, "you're..."

Then she giggled, as my tongue drew circles in her belly button.

"Watch out, I come too easy and too hard."

"Come as often as you like, I've got all day."

She giggled like a fourteen year old in church.

"And all night, too, I should add."

Maggie was trying to stifle a laugh as well I noted and decided that I had better get on with it, and so I rolled Leslie over and propped her up on all fours.

"Woof, woof," she managed between giggles.

That caused me to remember the night before and Maggie's sounds as I'd pounded into her.

What the hell was it about these two women with the dog noises, I wondered.

I steered my faithful companion into her juicy slit and found it tough going as I worked into her. Leslie was tight, tighter than I'd thought she would be. Her breaths were coming in short gasps and grunts. Reaching around her shoulder I found her breast and squeezed it. She shuddered.

"Almost there," I heard her moan. Hell, I'd barely started.

She shuddered again. "Yes! Here it comes! Oh God, here it comes!"

I rammed into her as hard and as deep as I could under the circumstances and began whispering to her as the orgasm ripped into her.

"Is my breath too hot on your neck?"

"Oh, god," Leslie groaned, "coming so much!"

"Don't move!" I commanded, and like last night and early this morning, she readily complied.

But she did make noise. "Naugh! Shit! Oh Christ!"

Slowly I pulled out from her juicy sheath.

"Ohhh, please... DON'T!" She plead, grasping the sheet with both hands, her brown hair in wild disarray and sweat trailing down between her shoulder blades.

Swiveling my hips I sent my dick back it at warp speed.



And sent her to the moon.

Leslie's total emotional package went haywire. It figured what with all the game playing she'd been through, a virtual tit-wringer from having her press her tits against the window with god-knows-who looking on; to leaving her to get herself off last night and renewing the torment again this morning before inviting her over. And she had borne it well up to this point. Well maybe sexual gratification is worth what she was going through.

"She told me when she really gets off, she can't stop coming for ages," Maggie said into my ear. I kind of jumped, figuring she was sitting in that chair, but she had moved in closer to watch.

My cock was jumping around until Maggie took it in hand and jerked it a few times to calm it down.

"Maggie..." I started to say, but was overcome by my own emotions even as I watched Leslie writhing on the bed with her hand between her legs, seeking additional sexual solace. I kissed her tenderly and felt her respond in kind. I attempted to explain myself again, "Maggie..."

She cut me off, saying, "Hey man, don't fall in love with me, okay?"

"But why not?" Now I was totally confused.

There was an anxious tone in her voice. "I mean, you're a nice guy, a really nice guy and I don't want to... "

I sank to the floor next to her and kissed the rear of her knees in turn.

"Don't... I want to do..."

This time I cut her off, not with words but with actions. Reaching up to her hips, I pulled her closer to me and sent my face between the backs of her legs. She was wet, very wet; and ready, very ready.



"What are you... JESUS!"

My ever ready tongue slid into her dark depths and slithered around. Maggie liked it. She liked it a lot. On the bed, Leslie was coming out of her multi-orgasmic haze and looking down at us.

Maggie's lovely tits were gently swinging back and forth as my mouth worked her cunt. She shuddered once, twice and had to put her hands on her knees to steady herself. I varied my licking and sucking, even ventured up a little and licked her asshole.

"You... know," she said slowly, she was enjoying this despite her earlier protestations. "You know... you might... be a great lover... and all."

Her breathing rate was now making talking difficult but she persisted. You know how women love to talk. "But I'll bet it was your mama called you Boom-Boom and not your friends;" she said taunting me with a sweet vengeance. This was in reference to a comment I'd made to her the night before about a nickname I'd received from the neighborhood guys years ago.

"But I ain't your mama, Loverboy," she added and then proved it, whirling around and placing the palm of her hand along the side of my hardened cock before cupping my balls. All the while I felt her breasts pressing into my chest. And then she was stroking me with a vengeance.



I picked Maggie up and deposited her on the bed next to Leslie.

And my mouth descended upon her firm brown nipple and sucked furiously. I felt Leslie's hands roving over my body even as I raised Maggie up and impaled her on my ready to erupt shaft.

Leslie's mouth was on my neck, Maggie's lips on my mouth as she leaned into me. Then as Leslie fell away to do God knows what, Maggie broke the kiss and fell backward onto the bed. This time it was me going to her. I returned to her erect nipples, sucking first one and then the other, all the while pumping my steel hard dick into her. We rolled over and now Maggie was on top, moaning as she rocked back and forth, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone and varying that with up and down thrusts against my pelvis.



Suddenly she wrenched away from me and the next thing I knew we were locked in a feverish 69.

'Fine, ' I told myself, 'she wants to come.' I recalled that she came fast when being eaten and so I resolved to get her off, perhaps we'd come together, perhaps, and I really doubted this, she'd come first.

I felt the mattress shift slightly and discovered Leslie squirming between my legs. A moment later there were two tongues bathing my slick erection. That was too much; I came, sending a long opaque rope directly into Leslie's hair. Leslie began to laugh and the second spurt caught her on the nose. I buried my face into Maggie's sopping cunt and brought her to a shattering climax, but I kept eating her. There were good sound reasons for this; at least I thought so at the time. For instance, her juices had a great flavor; and it seemed the more I ate her the more she came.

Finally, she begged me to stop and I did.

Only to find Leslie looking pleadingly at me. I rolled over to her, my hand trailing lovingly over Maggie's heavily breathing, almost inert form in the process.



With one hand on Leslie's right breast, I leaned in over her thigh and sank my face into her highly aroused loins. I had smelled her heat even before leaving Maggie, but had thought it Maggie at the time. I decided to be tender with her at first and rougher later and began by delicately stroking the pedaled folds of her cunt with my tongue while fondling her breast. She had another of her mini-orgasms. I don't think Leslie ever completely stopped quivering throughout my cunnilingus. Gradually I increased my tongue's pressure on her folds, moving it up and down before dipping it deeply into her pinkish cunt.

I began to hum as my tongue roamed inside her; and mauled her breast at the same time.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned and I felt a hand rubbing my ass cheeks. I knew it had to be Maggie and I groaned just to let her know I was enjoying the touch of her hand on my body.

I raised my face to turn and smile at Maggie and she stuck her beautiful tongue out at me and gave me a lewd smile. As I turned back to Leslie's pussy I found myself inhaling her especially musky scent and as my face lowered into her center once again I saw her clit had emerged from its hooded hiding place. I licked it lightly and smiled as Leslie shuddered and came. Encouraged by how easy her orgasms were to bring on, I savaged her cunt, sucking hard, licking softly and probing as deeply as possible with my rapidly tiring tongue.

Leslie keep coming. She didn't toss and turn as some women do, but remained relatively calm, allowing the electricity of sexual sensations to sweep through her body with only sporadic, but constant shuddering quivers and quiet moans.



I deserted her juicy cunt and, placing an arm around her waist pulled her into a sitting position on my lap. I could have fucked her then, I was ready enough, but I didn't. Instead, I took her breast into my mouth and sucked on each of her sweet nipples in turn as she continued to shudder and I guess continued to come.

"Love it... love you," she moaned finally as I released her nipple for the moment to rest my mouth and jaw. Leslie sort of sagged off my body and lay on her side as she recovered from our lovemaking.

I knelt on the bed with my eyes closed as I tried to gather myself for whatever was to come next.

"Rest a while, ' a voice whispered near me. It was Maggie and I obeyed, crumpling over and falling face down into the sweaty sheets.

Perhaps a minute passed before Maggie's hands were deftly caressing the backs of my thighs. I moaned in satisfaction. It really felt good and it was truly erotic. I was already hard and just waiting to catch my breath before tackling the two beauties once more.



Then the impish Maggie bit into the cheek on the left side of my ass and I yelped in pain.

"Damn! That hurt!"

"Good!" she replied, "Serves you right for fucking another woman in my presence."

"But you..." I started to say, before I realized she was kidding me and I rolled over on my back to confront her and also to show her that I was ready to entertain her once more if that's what she wanted.



"Well look at this," she remarked taking my dick in her hand. "Leslie have a look. Isn't this quite a specimen?"

Leslie moved in next to me. "Wow! It sure is, can I touch it?"

"Sure, be my guest. And keep that thought in mind my dear, you are my guest."

"I know, Maggie dear, I know."

With that she took me in hand and slowly ran her fingers over my throbbing member. Specifically using her index finger to tease the underside of my corona, as Maggie called it.



Then Maggie wrested my member away from her and took me into her mouth, sucking voraciously on it. Her head bobbed on my cock as Leslie tickled my balls with her fingers.

Maggie's talented tongue bobbed on me, flicking her little pink tongue up and down the shaft, slowing down to lick around the head.

She seemed to delight in running her tongue back and forth over the opening in my glans, lapping up the pre-come pooling at the head.

Eventually, Maggie's tongue went in search of my testicles and I felt Leslie tremble when Maggie's tongue came in contact with her fingers. This prompted Leslie to take a tight hold of my shaft, kind of holding out as an offering to her friend, Maggie. They both started giggling. It took me a second to fathom why. Then I recognized a second pair of lips on me. They were taking turns, sharing a blowjob. Well, that's what a friend will do for you in time of need I guess. They were certainly taking good care of me and mine.

Gradually, I began to sense that Leslie wanted Maggie as well as me. I had to admire her voracious appetite. By this time the girls fingers were entwined around my dick, pumping it up and down as they alternated with their sucking on it. They certainly developed a sound routine quickly, and I began wondering if they'd practiced this before on someone else. Then I put those thoughts out of my mind. What ever they'd done in the past was history. I was all for living in the present.

Suddenly Maggie moaned loudly as her mouth closed upon the knob of my dick. Leslie had released me and moved in on my nipple, sucking hard on it and hardening it beyond belief.

I felt Maggie's cunt humping my elbow as her head continued to bob up and down on my almost ready to come member.

Then Leslie's mouth was on mine, it was a long, languid kiss, hot enough to momentarily take my mind away from Maggie's talented tongue.

Leslie broke the kiss, her mouth open and panting lightly against my cheek. Her open lips dragged against my cheek and then my jaw, whispering in my ear, "Are you having fun yet?"

I kissed her back and when we parted I said, "I am, are you?"

Meanwhile Maggie was still bobbing on my cock and I wondered about the durability of her jaws. I mean how long could she keep this up? My question was answered seconds later when I seemingly popped from her mouth and she gasped for air. Her lipstick was smeared all over her mouth causing me to think of a woman long drunk and beyond caring about her appearance. Of course that was not the case and I pulled Maggie to me and kissed her passionately.

It lasted quite a while and during the kiss I opened an eye and saw Leslie fingering herself. Just keeping it warm for me, I thought and then surrendered myself to Maggie's adorable mouth and voracious tongue.

Eventually, Maggie placed both hands on my chest and shoved me away.

"My God, I think my mouth is paralyzed," she laughed.

"I hope not, it's a national treasure from my point of view," I said and laughed with her.

I motioned with my head that she should check Leslie out and she did, and her eyes appeared to widen with lust. Rising up on my elbows, I said to Leslie, "Aren't you the nasty little girl."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "What? I'm only..."

"Remember what I told you last night as your tits were pressed against the window?"

"Umm, you said lots of things."

"I said something like I'm gonna slap your tits and nipples with my big cock because you're a filthy nasty little girl. Do you recall that?"

"Ye... yes I do."

"Come closer."

Leslie shimmied to me on her knees.

I took my cock in hand and began to slap her breasts with it. First one, than the other. I knew it didn't hurt, but her breasts were soon reddened from the contact.

Turning to Maggie, I said, "Want to take a turn at this?'

"Sure," she replied with a grin. It wasn't a nice grin, more like a sadistic one than anything else. And taking my cock she began to methodically belt Leslie's tits until I signaled her to stop.

Both Maggie and I were stunned to learn that Leslie had been coming from almost the first blow.



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Chapter 7

This had such an impact on Maggie that she pounced on Leslie, kissing her with tremendous passion. I caressed the two of them, running a hand over each, paying particular attention to their backs and later their breasts, especially Leslie's nipples which were very tender at this point.

I grew even harder watching their tongues encircle each other.

Several long minutes passed and then between a sequence of ardent kisses, Maggie whispered coyly to Leslie, "We're neglecting him."

"Fuck him," Leslie replied giddily and plucked at Maggie's taut nipple.

"Well he's certainly ready, take a look," Maggie said, as she laughed from Leslie's adoring caresses. "And stop that, it tickles."

As she spoke the words, her hand was cupping one of Leslie's lovely breasts in her right hand, her thumb teasing the roughed up nipple to a strawberry hue. My hands were roving over both their asses, tracing lightly around their puckered rosebuds, while I entertained the thought of plunging deeply into each one.

Then almost as if they knew where I was going, they combined to distract me, leaning into each other over me and inviting me into a magnificent three-way kiss that had my already pulsing cock throbbing wildly.



Maggie was the first to pull away. Leslie the second, but it was Leslie who got to my cock first, languidly stroking it as she lay alongside me, trailing tender kisses on my thigh.

Leslie paused, gauging Maggie's reaction. She smiled at Maggie and then leaned over and took me into her mouth. Maggie smiled at Leslie's action, revealing that she didn't mind her getting me off. In fact, Maggie started to lick my balls and then sent her tongue into the crevice of my ass; spreading the cheeks with her hands, she sent her tongue up my ass hole.

Leslie's talented mouth performed its magic on my flute as I blindly groped at their warm, wet cunts. Both gasped as my thumbs criss-crossed their respective clits. Maggie's tongue seemed to grow another inch as she sent it deeper into my ass and I managed to retaliate by plunging two fingers into her now oozing slit. As soon as I could I repeated the maneuver on Leslie and then both were laughing and writhing upon my nimble fingers.

Each woman groaned briefly as I changed position, Leslie allowed my cock to leave her mouth and Maggie's tongue had a brief respite from my asshole.

To show my love to her, I kissed Maggie and sent my tongue swirling over hers, tasting shit and trying to ignore the taste since it was my own. Then I kissed Leslie, giving her a taste of the shit too. She signaled that she had by moaning loudly, and at the same time mashing her mouth tighter against mine. She really was a nasty little girl.

Ending the kiss, I spread Leslie's legs on either side of Maggie. Pulling her labia apart, I saw her juices oozing forth and lapped at them for a minute while she shuddered away, lost in another climax. Then I jammed four fingers into her and frigged away like a madman. She bucked like a large-mouth bass hooked in a woodsy stream, flopping this way, then that, she writhed under my relentless frigging, coming and coming and coming.

It was only when Leslie began to sob, "No! No! No!" That I stopped. And then watched as my juicy, froth-coated fingers left a trail of slime along her thigh as I brought my hand to Maggie's face and then her nipple; coating it with Leslie's come.

Maggie moaned softly, her own hand fingering her wet cunt much as Leslie had earlier.

"You make me so hot..." she said, her voice cracking. "So fuckin' hot!"

I no longer wanted to make love to her. I wanted to consume her. Looking into Maggie's eyes I sensed that she felt the same about me.

I pinched her left nipple.

"Fuck! Yes. Like that. Like that!" she moaned.

I kissed her and we began to feed on each other's lust and sexual craving until Maggie finally dragged her voracious mouth from mine and attacked my throat, sucking greedily, leaving mark after mark, but I didn't give a shit about that. Hell if anyone bothered to notice them I'd tell 'em they were badges of honor, bestowed for fucking beyond the call of duty.

Maggie groaned with disappointment when I finally shifted position, thinking perhaps that I was leaving her. But that obviously wasn't true. I had to find a suitable place for my raging erection and she sobbed joyfully when I said, ""Maggie, get on your knees."

I moved behind her and she pushed back against my hand as it made contact with her dripping pussy, groaning with unmistakable pleasure. I sent one finger into her and felt the first of many shudders.

Leslie moved closer to Maggie, her eyes held Maggie's as she lowered her head to Maggie's thighs. I lost sight of her for a minute or so as I guided my dick into Maggie's pussy in one smooth thrust.

"Oh Fuck," Maggie cried out. "Oh FUCK!" she yelled even louder, "That's so... so fucking good!"

Leslie came back into sight again. I guess she was kissing Maggie's crotch, but don't know for certain. I can attest to what she did next though. Positioning herself directly in front of Maggie, she spread her legs and hunched her way towards Maggie, not stopping until her cunt was inches from Maggie's panting mouth. Her pink cunt was open and drooling when Maggie's mouth reached it and ran her tongue up and then down her swollen lips.

I continued thrusting into Maggie, although I did so at a much slower pace as I was enthralled in watching the women responding to one another. Leslie's hips gyrating animalisticly as Maggie went down on her; and Maggie's lust-filled expression as I drove into the deepest part of her.

I reached around Maggie to caress Leslie's breasts. This caused Leslie to take a hand off of Maggie's head and grip mine, guiding it to her hardened nipples which were jouncing around from her rapid hip movements. Just for the hell of it I let go of Maggie's hip and took her breast into my other hand and tried to use a Braille-like system to compare them. My cock almost came out of Maggie and would have had she not reached back with both hands and pulled my ass toward her, thereby sending my cock into her once again.

Leslie was biting her lip, her forehead creased with need as Maggie's gentle mouth sank into her silky softness. I looked on as she rocked hard against Maggie's face, recalling how it felt earlier when it my chin braced against her cunt.

Then Leslie was crying, ""Yes, like that," it was a faint whisper, "Just like that." And I knew Maggie had rediscovered Leslie's clit.

Holding perfectly still, I left my cock deep inside Maggie and in lieu of multiplication tables concentrated on what she was doing to Leslie. Some of what I witnessed I filed away to use on Maggie another time; some of it was completely new to me. For example, she reared her head back at one point as if to study Leslie's clit. Even I could see how it was engorged with blood and growing in size, then I realized she was blowing on it.

I began thrusting into her once more and it had a profound effect on Maggie. She arched her back and started to meet me thrust for thrust. Each time I plunged into her, seemed to shove her face and mouth deeper into Leslie's pussy and it was soon smeared completely with Leslie's copious fluids.

Inspired, Maggie caught Leslie's clit between her lips and began sucking frantically, burying two fingers deep into her tight, slushy cunt. I rammed into her faster and faster; and Maggie's ass smacked back at me while her fingers were fucking Leslie at the same pace I was fucking her.

Both women were moaning loudly with each slap my body made against Maggie's. Maggie's cries were somewhat louder than Leslie's and I found that unusual as Maggie's face had to be at least partially muffled by Leslie's lovey muff and that Leslie had nothing in her face, at least for the moment.

I took a moment to savor the feeling of Maggie's cunt as my cock careened off her vaginal walls. Jesus! It was so fucking soft and warm in there. For a moment I connected with being born and how wonderful and terrifying it was to be catapulted from my mother's uterus and ejected out into the dark, cold world after exiting the comfy confines of my creator's cunt.

I felt myself reading to explode and yanked Maggie's face from Leslie's cunt to turn her toward me so that I can kiss her as I come.

Our foreheads press together as our mouths crushed into each other, and I taste Leslie's juices that are intermingled with Maggie's saliva as our tongues twisted and turned upon one another.

Maggie pulled away briefly and I remember uttering a harsh moan through bared teeth and then her mouth found mine again and I came as she bit into my lower lip.

To my surprise, Leslie took my dick in her hand and removed it from Maggie's furnace-like cunt, jacking me off and watching my long ropes of come land on Maggie's lovely white ass.

"It's so beautiful when you come, baby," Leslie sighed, "So fucking beautiful." And as she spoke, her hand was smearing my jizm all over Maggie's gorgeous flanks, while Maggie moaned contentedly.

I must have dozed off, and on awakening found them eating each other with wild abandon. Leslie's back was arched, thrusting her hips forward while her head hung back as Maggie munched on her pussy. Leslie was in the act of coming. She was writhing, whimpering and trembling as Maggie devoured her cunt as if obsessed by sex, which she pretty much was.

"You're gonna explode," Maggie said after wresting her face away from the swampy mess of juices and saliva covering Leslie's cunt. "I can feel it pulsing and..."

Leslie came, thrusting her hips up, the rest of her torso stiff as a board as it tore through her. Maggie turned to her friend's clit and evoked yet another monstrous orgasm from Leslie, whose taut hands actually tore the sheet gripped tightly in her fist.

Hearing the sound of the sheet being ripped, Maggie released her clit and returned to her tender pussy while Leslie squealed out her vicarious pleasure to the world.

I moved close enough so that my hand had access to Maggie's quivering cunt and inserted three fingers to the third knuckle with no apparent difficulty. I began frigging her as fast as I could. Her moans now equaled those of Leslie's.

Having sufficiently lubricated my fingers I withdrew them and centered them on Maggie's ass and slowly drove them all into her dusky brown pucker. Her reaction was not one that I would have predicted. With an almost savage snarl coming from her throat, she welcomed my fingers, roughly shoving her ass back at my hand. I would add that Maggie continued eating Leslie's twat; for the loud sucking sounds coming from Leslie's groin area were unmistakable in their content.

For my part, I spent the next several minutes widening her anal passage in order that it would accept my rapidly hardening prick. And then with Leslie pleading that Maggie call a halt to her frenzied cunnilingus, I slid my engorge member into Maggie's sopping wet cunt.

"Jesus!" Maggie groaned. "I can feel every little ridge in that gorgeous cock of yours!"

I slammed it to the deepest part of her.

The thickness of my prick was having a very telling effect on her. The walls of her vagina were searingly hot. I knew she was coming. She had never really come from just fucking before; at least with me. It was only when I went down on her that she actually came. But, hell, after all this sex, it was possible whatever barrier had constrained her before may have been broken down.

Maggie was strumming her clit, rubbing harder and harder as I pounded into her. Groping blindly, my fingers located her asshole again and wormed into her increasing her excitement. Now Leslie had joined in, pulling on Maggie's left nipple and biting or nipping at the other with her white teeth.

Maggie came hard, almost dislodging my cock from the deep confines of her cunt. But I managed to stay lodged within her; that is until I got the wicked idea of ass-fucking her. And so, making certain my member was well lubricated with her juices I left her sweet cunt and with one slow, steady thrust, I found my way into Maggie's ass.

"Whoa!" Maggie gasped in surprise. "I didn't... but okay, okay, fuck me with that big fucking cock of yours. Yeah, man, fuck me in the ass!"

Maybe two minutes went by. I was in her for sure, but not as far in as I wanted to be and then as I was easing back I think Maggie passed some gas or something because suddenly I was expelled from her shit chute. Leslie startled me by grabbing my boner and placing at Maggie's rear entrance for me. I looked at her and saw that she was really into my screwing Maggie this way.

"You want me fucking your tight ass too don't you?" I grunted incoherently.

Maggie thought I was speaking to her and replied, "Yes. Fuck my ass."

Leslie knew what I meant and followed with, "If you're up to it, yes, I'd love it."

As I thrust back into Maggie, Leslie sidled up to me and sent her tongue out to meet mine. One hand ruffled my hair and the other sought Maggie's cunt and sent one or two fingers into her.

Maggie moaned loudly and then began to buck and writhe from the added stimulus; and then seized Leslie's hand -- directing it to her most sensitive spots. As Leslie's hand caromed over Maggie's clit, my champagne haired beauty climaxed big time and that tripped my hammer and I spewed a copious load into her bowels.

We were all spent at least for the moment. With our limbs intertwined we dozed off in order to renew ourselves for what might follow later.

Somehow, I was the first to awaken. It was twenty after two in the afternoon by my Timex. Both girls were still sound asleep. Maggie's mouth hung open and a thin line of saliva, or drool coursed out over her lower lip and onto her chin only to pool on her neck before becoming several tributaries that finally cascaded down onto the sheet. Still and all, she remained awesomely beautiful.

Leslie, on the other hand, lay on her back, snoring lightly, one breast uncovered and looking better and better to me every second.

I wondered where this would lead and if our ménage a' trois was a one time thing that might destroy my relationship with Maggie or possibly strengthen it. My mind boggled at the thought of doing this on a regular basis and as I turned my head to gaze once more on Maggie's gorgeous countenance, I found her wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and when the hand dropped away a magnificent smile was thrown my way.

"Hello handsome," she said. It was undoubtedly the sexiest thing I had ever heard.

"Hello yourself, my winsome wench," I replied. "No," I corrected myself, "that's not a good enough answer. Hello my darling, my beautiful partner... whom I love so fucking much I can't stand it."

She laughed, and I heard that deliciously sexy peal again. "Loquacious aren't we? And after only a short nap too."

"I would humble myself before thee my fair maid. No, thou art the fairest of all maidens on this Earth."

"I can see how you may become knighted in short-order, kind sir," she laughed again, becoming a little giddy, and her hand searched under the sheets until locating my new erection.

"Ah, what rod is this?"

"Ah," I replied, "this is the rod that should you desire, will fuck thee into blissful, orgasmic heaven."

Her tone changed to that of a mid-1940's movie star bantering with a war hero boyfriend. "Ain't that the truth? Well I'm ready if you are sweetie cakes."

Now I was laughing along with her. We both looked to see if we'd awakened Leslie. We hadn't, that is unless she was awake and just pretending to sleep to spy on us. But I didn't care and thought Maggie didn't either.

Our mouths closed upon each other and a long torrid kissed followed. When it terminated I quickly sought one of her lovely milky-white breasts.

She sighed and he could feel her loins beginning to stir.

"Let me suck you, please?" She said, sounding like a little girl. And she crawled over my chest and lowered her head into my groin, taking my semi-hard dick in her mouth.

"Mmmmm tastes good," she muttered out of the side of her mouth.

"Less filling too," I added and laughed a split-second before she did too and was forced to expel my dick until she composed herself again. I started to twist my body to the right in order to pay homage to Maggie's pussy in return for her blowing me and dislodged her champagne colored hair from my thighs in the process. Leslie was still snoring as I went down on my wonderful Maggie.

She let me fall from her mouth.

"Oh yeah, I know this one will be the best one of all time. I just know it!" Maggie half-growled, half-purred and renewed licking along the underside of my dick, creating sensations I'd never experienced before.

'Maybe she was right, ' I thought and concentrated on giving her the best head I was capable of and that meant I had to do without the blowjob. Keeping my mouth glued to Maggie's cunt, I pulled the lower part of my body away from Maggie until I was able to kneel between her wide spread thighs. She was now stretched out across the bed and I noticed that Leslie was awake and studying us.

I licked and sucked on Maggie as I never had before and got stupendous results. She grabbed the back of my head, burying it deep in her froth laden cunt moaning all the while. Her hips were literally churning like pistons and I had all I could do to remain fixed in place as one orgasm followed another. Maggie was shrieking with joy. The tears were streaming down her face and then I caught a glimpse of Leslie.

It was only a brief glimpse for my face was directed into Maggie's juicy pussy, but what I saw remains fixed in my brain. Leslie too was stretched out on the bed, legs spread as she touched herself. Her fingers were slick with her juices and my semen as she moaned in heat, frigging herself faster and faster. The mix of my sperm and her juices was being flicked over all our bodies as she continued her frenzied masturbation. Her hips bounced up and down on the mattress and then Leslie tensed and cried out with a colossal orgasm, blissfully unaware of my interest in her performance.

But I was still relentless in devouring Maggie's cunt, moving to her clit, hoping to stimulate it beyond anything she had experience before and as I sucked upon it and she groaned in a dithering frenzy of her own, I rammed three then four fingers into her slimy cunt and brought her to a sensational climax.

I stopped frigging her, occasionally licking the pick clit which was now definitely tender. Each lick brought a long moan and series of shudders from her. Gradually I felt her coming down and kissed her tenderly.

A few moments later she sent her tongue worming into my ear and in as husky a voice as I'd ever heard from a woman, she said, ""Just one more, man, and I'll do anything you ever wanted."

I hadn't come myself and so after she followed this by leaning forward and kissing me once more; sucking my lower lip between both of hers, she straddled my hips.

"C'mon Handsome, be my cowboy and give me one last magnificent ride!"

"And then what?" I asked, for I was truly exhausted, or imagined myself to be so.

"Oh, c'mon, just one more time and I'll leave you alone."

"Fine, but what about Leslie?"

"Fuck her!"

"That's the problem. I won't be capable of it."

"That's her tough luck," she said and placed my dick at the entrance of her pussy.

I started to voice another protest, but Maggie interrupted it with a fiery kiss. I kissed back hard.

'Fuck Leslie, ' I told myself and laughed silently at my stupidity. 'Yeah, another time, maybe, ' I ended lamely and broke the kiss to lean into Maggie's breasts, capturing a large brown nipple and sucking furiously. It sprang to life between my lips and I envisioned the parallel of how it must feel when my cock expands in her mouth. Maggie eased my dick into her as I waxed philosophically.

All of a sudden she was bouncing up and down on me as she leaned into me, rubbing those magnificent tits against my five-o-clock shadowed cheeks while my mouth darted back and forth at her tits, getting slapped by them more often that I managed to kiss or suck them. For a moment there she slowed down and even lifted a breast so that I could grasp it between my lips, but that was not to last. Her moaning got louder as her motions gradually increased. Soon she was rocking back and forth on my rock-hard prick, striving to rub her clit against my pubic bone, and succeeding; and she followed that by alternating with up-and-down slams against my pelvis. I got the giddy impression that erosion was taking place and I'd have a recessed pelvis for the rest of natural life.

"Fuck, baby, I'm going to come!" Maggie cried out as she continued to bounce and rub on me.

My body stiffened, as I felt my own orgasm nearing. Maggie lifted from my dick, pulling me out of her just as my come began shooting. However, she continued rubbing herself to orgasm on my hard thigh, pushing my still throbbing cock between her breasts. My load shot in spurts against her breasts, neck, and hair, with some of it even spurting against her cheek. I looked on in dazed amazement as Maggie rubbed the semen with her fingers, stopping to lick her fingers clean between strokes.

"Oh fuck, baby! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Maggie groaned as she continued to buck against my leg. "You're such a fuckin' stud... I could eat you all day."

I sighed and gently nudged Maggie off of me.

But Maggie seemed not to mind, but started talking, almost non-stop.

"Fuck, baby, you really get me going." She laughed, "You've got me and Leslie coming and going."

Leslie was on all fours, her lovely tits hanging down like a ripe fruit waiting to be plucked, but I had had enough to satisfy my appetite for sex for the moment and managed to appreciate their beauty without getting another hardon looking at them.

"But don't, please don't fall in love with me," Maggie said and I came to attention. Something unexpected was happening here, what had I missed?

"You know, guys do that shit all the time," she said, waving her hands in the air.

"You know," and our eyes met, "falling in love with me. They think that because I come all the time I love them or something. It's just something my body does, okay? Love's a lot more complex than that." She paused, staring at me as I swallowed my Adam's apple and then regurgitated it back into place.

I discovered I was getting hard again. Why? What in the fuck could cause an erection when I was getting blown off, and I don't mean a blowjob, either. Maggie was kissing me off and I was flummoxed about it. Why?

She saw my boner and with a salacious grin lifted her hips, eased down, once slowly, twice; then so slowly I knew I was going to die before we finished this last fuck. Then Leslie came from nowhere to straddle my head and after lowering her dripping pussy onto my face I began to munch on her lips striving for something creative on my part before tonguing her.

Maggie apparently aroused even more by watching as I ate her friend, began moving faster. A couple times she rose up so fast, I fell out of her, my hardon smacking against my stomach and bouncing back up for Maggie's quick hand to capture; and just as quickly, send it back to where it belonged. Once I was firmly within her juiciness, she pounced and renewed her aggressive fucking.

And so it went, until while drinking in Leslie's gushing juices I felt Maggie's hand clawing it's way along my stomach to her loins, evidently she located her clit and began frigged it rapidly while bucking on my boner until she came once again. Leslie came soon after and was about to take Maggie in her arms to cuddle as they'd done earlier, but I still had something left and forced her to ride my pony until I came, weakly and with a slight whimper. I didn't care if she got off or not. I was finished and famished.

After a quick shower, well they took a lot longer than I did, we went out to have lunch at Jordan's Steak House.

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After a couple martinis and a salad, I felt strong enough and drunk enough to pursue Maggie's remarks that had haunted me ever since she'd uttered them.

"So," I said, wiping my mouth with my napkin, "Maggie, this may not be the time or the place for what I'm going to say, but somehow I don't think Leslie's presence will make a difference."

I certainly had her complete attention after saying that. "Now, earlier, when we were... I was going to say making love, but somehow that doesn't ring true, at least to me right now."

Our eyes were locked on one another's.

"Fucking?" She said, and her words were uttered so softly I wasn't sure I'd heard her correctly. But I knew it was what she'd said.

"Fucking, yes," I acknowledged with a nod. During which in a moment of passion..."

Leslie chose that moment to burst out laughing. Maggie shushed her with a wave of her hand. Obviously Maggie was intent on hearing me out.

"Thank you." I said, and that got me a smile, a warm, friendly type smile. "You said 'don't fall in love with me.'"

Her eyes were glistening with tears and I paused to give them a chance to flow down her cheeks, but somehow, whether contrived or not, she managed to keep them right there... as if waiting for something poignant to cause them to fall.

"You said, 'Guys do that shit all the time... they fall in love with me. They seem to think that because I come so hard that I love them or something. It's not. It's just something my body does, and love is more complex than that.' At least that's about how I remember what you said."

Maggie smiled again and somehow this one conveyed a sadness that I hadn't seen in her before, but would again and again from that day on.

"You nailed it pretty well."

"Did I? You, umm, use that line a lot, do you?"

"As a matter of fact no, but the thought has crossed my mind often enough. And it is true. You're not in love with me, nor I with you. I will admit that I am fond of you and it's possible that I could fall for you, and even that you might eventually fall in love with me, or even Leslie here," and as she gestured toward Leslie, Leslie beamed at the possibility of my falling in love with her.

"But it's much too early for that kind of thing. I will admit that I love to be with you in the sack. You're good, very good. Don't get a big head about it. Some have and I've cut them down to size quickly enough. I like the way you..." she paused and looked around to make certain no one else could hear her. "I like the way you fuck. And I like the way you go down on a girl. You... you use a finesse the likes of which I haven't had the benefit of before and I want more of it. In fact, the sooner the better and if I didn't have to show up at work this afternoon, I'd just as soon go back to my place at let you go down on me and Leslie too, if need be for the rest of the night."

"But?" I said.

"It's just not practical, that's all."

Now I was confused. When I'm confused I generally eat and so I ordered a steak to clear my mind.

The steak was perfect but the cloudiness in my brain remained. The girls made idle chatter while I munched away, although they were careful not to say anything about what had transpired earlier, or about my last comments to Maggie.

After lunch, I kissed both girls and we parted ways, promising to meet again the next evening at Maggie's. I hailed a cab and headed directly to 'Say When' Gwen's to see what she and Bernie would have to say about all this.



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Chapter 8



Meanwhile, Maggie was sitting on the toilet, wadding some toilet paper to wipe herself with when she began to cry, suddenly and without warning; a torrent of tears that she couldn't seem to bring to a halt.

"The fuck?" Maggie said, slightly puzzled over her maudlin situation.

"I know it's him, but why? Could it be he's not like the others?"

Gradually, her tears stopping flowing and it came flooding back to her -- Palo's infidelities and his untimely death. A death that left her with hundreds of unresolved questions -- all forming a gigantic WHY?

"Goddamn them all," she thought, condemning men in general, and that was when she began to cry again, the tears springing out of a livid, stuttering rage that encompassed all the men she'd known. Tears of frustration and pain, mingled with memories of the men she'd loved and almost loved -- all of whom had deceived her, lied to her or cheated on her.

But it all came back to Palo. He was her first true love. She had believed in him more than life itself. After his death she had taken a leave of absence, and her sister had come from Albany and stayed with her for nearly two weeks, during which Maggie had completely isolated her anguish in a dry-eyed silence. She hadn't cried, not a single tear. She simply sat mute, staring out a window at nothing at all for days on end. Her appetite vanished. She lost weight. She got a sore throat that wouldn't go away. It had been a bleak two weeks, a period that seemed in retrospect, hallucinatory.

Then one morning she woke up early, crawled out of bed, and put on a pot of coffee. She drank it alone, her stomach rumbling at the sudden assault of black fluid that somehow signaled the path to a new life. When her sister woke up, Maggie told her to pack her bags because she had booked her on the eleven-thirty flight back to Albany.

That day she began a diet regimen that was intended to rehabilitate her system from its two weeks of fasting and gut-wrenching inner turmoil. She began an exercise program. She called a real estate agent and listed the house that she and Palo had managed to acquire by pooling their salaries. By the end of the week she had moved into the apartment on 44th Street on the East side of Manhattan; her adrenaline-driven recovery owing more to a denial of her emotions than a healing of them. The following Monday she was back at work.

The euphoria of her recovery lasted five weeks, or until she met Palo's best friend, Mark who inadvertently divulged to her that Palo had been seeing at least two other women while living with her. Maggie was more than distraught over this news, but somehow managed to function after that for a month and a half.

Then Maggie met and dated a guy named Ted Rollins. But on the morning after their third date; the date she had decided to sleep with him -- and with his scent still evident on the cotton sheets in her apartment -- she saw him kissing and groping another woman in the park across the street. He had to have left her and flown into the arms of this woman only minutes later.

It was Palo all over again and she curled into a fetal ball and stayed that way for a day and a half. Then, demonstrating that she had more courage than any normal woman, she convinced herself that this was a minor setback to her recovery from Palo and plunged herself into her work.

She avoided contact with her co-workers and returned to her apartment right after work. She ate little and drank more. Left alone, in time she might have taken her own life in despair, but ironically, her need for sex grew stronger with each passing day and finally Maggie succumbed to the call -- only this time it was different -- it was Maggie who did the selecting, stalking the East-side bars for a certain type man -- all of whom bore a striking resemblance to Palo; and fucked them indiscriminately and frantically -- in alleys, doorways, taxi's; under bridges and at their places, but never took them home with her.

That one factor appeared to keep her sanity in check.

She kept a list with their names and numbers, but never called any of them again.

She cut back on her drinking and began to recover her appetite and in time her earlier beauty was restored as her somewhat gaunt features filled out again and her breasts renewed their youthful perkiness and most of all, she began to smile again. And thus Maggie began her slower, sobering, but genuine climb back from her grief.

But nothing was ever the same again.

She began to renew friendships with other women and listened intently to their highs and lows as they spoke guardedly and openly of their own love lives. Always wondering if their lovers were cheating on them and how they were doing it. But she never alluded to these fantasies in their presence, except for the one time with Gwen.

Maggie had been shocked when Gwen revealed to her that her Bernie was only faithful to her in a fashion, but that she accepted his infidelities non-the-less.

When Maggie dared to ask what she meant by this, Gwen told her that Bernie was Bi-sexual and that he loved her and that she was the only woman for him.

"But he goes with men..." Maggie had blurted out before thinking.

"But I'm his woman," Gwen had said. A guy isn't a threat to me. At least I don't see it that way. He uses them and always comes back to me. In fact he tells me about them and I get so hot I have to have him then and there, no matter where we are. We've done it in a booth in a diner in Passaic; in the third row of the movies where dozens of people had to see us; in alleys and on the hood of his car..."

"I've done it in an alley," Maggie said dully and then made some excuse in order to leave Gwen and go home to her apartment.

As a result of that conversation, Palo's infidelities began to haunt her dreams again. Penetrating her sleep with unbidden images of women whose faces she could never see, but whose naked bodies were all too clearly visible in her minds-eye. She dreamed of his tenderness and how he used the same ways of touching to undress the herd of women her imagination created.

Each morning she would awake crying, her eyes matted and crusted with her tears.

And yet, when the alarm woke her that one particular morning; the morning of which her friend Gwen would call and fix her up with a blind date. She awoke disoriented because she had failed to dream of Palo's many women. And with her heart suddenly pounding, she'd wrenched herself off the sheets and stood, unsteady, her champagne colored hair disheveled; and tried to clear her head. Finally she fixed her eyes on a pair of birds flying in a familiar mating ritual just outside her window, and hoped that this was not just a new day, but a new beginning.

She laughed silently and philosophically reflected that if nothing else, she still had hope. Hope was alive in her once more and that was extremely meaningful to her. But trust... trust was another matter entirely.

Of course the date itself was a disaster. But it had gotten off to a good start -- he was handsome and athletic looking; and amusing to talk too. But he got drunk quickly. Usually they lasted until just before they took her home with them -- that is, if they bothered waiting that long. But while he'd behaved badly, he hadn't really offended her; in fact she had been slightly amused when he started kicking over the trash cans, like a little boy having a temper tantrum. Then too, he hadn't brought her to his place at all -- he had taken her home! Not a single one of the many vague men of her memory had done that. He was different! She tried but failed to recall exactly when she'd first noticed that very salient fact.

And of course the next day when he'd called to apologize; his voice had turned her on so fast she was masturbating by the third sentence.

Maggie smiled demurely as she recalled the moment. His voice so husky and sexy... and then she was coming hard and straining to hear his next words as she tried not to give herself away. But she had; and had invited him over, and it had been wonderful, absolutely wonderful. He had exhibited nothing to indicate he was of the same ilk as the others.

"So why did I set that thing up with Leslie?" She asked herself aloud.

"Was I testing him?" She bit her fingernail and frowned. So, why did I do it?"

And as she contemplated her reasons, she replayed the events of the night before and that morning.

They were still frolicking in her bed when Leslie called. 'I just had to tell her how endowed he was. I must have known that would get Leslie hot and bothered. And then I told her how good he was in the sack, and by then poor Leslie was so horny she was jillin' off.'

'Let's see, ' Maggie thought about what had actually transpired. 'By then he was more than interested in our conversation and grabbed the phone from me and started talking to her. What was it he said?'

"Do you want to come to my voice?" 'That was it, ' she said to herself. 'I was the one who told him how sexy his voice was. I was the one told him she was jillin' off over there. And I laughed after he spoke to her; and when he told her he was going to use his dick to slap her breasts he was watching me masturbating, of course I had gotten him so fucking hot he had to say something to her. But he didn't tell her what I was doing... he took a different approach to her, and kept my actions secret.'

In her minds eye, she saw him once again, his mouth close to the receiver, staring at my fingers as they strummed my clitoris and what had he said?

"Shall I have her over to join us?"

'He asked my permission. How many guys would do that?' She thought and mulled it over for a minute or so before reaching a conclusion -- none that she knew.

'And what did I do? I went into a dither, couldn't speak; barely managed to shake my head from side-to-side.

And still in a panic mode, when I found my voice, I didn't tell him to get off the fucking phone and back into bed. No, I had to blab that she lived across the street and he could see her fucking window if he wanted too.

If he wanted too, for fuck's sake, what virile male wouldn't want to look?

And why wouldn't Leslie scurry, like the fucking minx she is, right over to the window to show her body off to him?

Maggie spoke aloud. "Don't forget, you were enjoying the show as much as he was. Hadn't I told him it was sensational? And that I never thought Leslie would put her pussy; her shaven pussy at that, against the window for half of Manhattan to see?"

"And when the poor bastard asked if Leslie could come over and join us, what did I say? That I wouldn't share her with him, that's what."

After a moment's reflection, she thought, 'And with no argument he'd screwed my brains out. And he'd lasted forever too. So what did little Miss Self-Destruct do then? Why... '

A tear rolled down her cheek as she recalled what she'd said. 'I goaded him, that's what, telling him if he didn't finish soon I call her over to finish the job. That did it; he came about as much as I ever saw a guy come.'

'And then that bitch Leslie called around six and dumb me handed him the phone. And after letting them to talk shit for a few minutes, I took in his morning erection and told Leslie to come over. What the fuck was I thinking?'

With a wry smile on her face, she answered her own question. 'What I was thinking was we were going to have a ménage a trois and I was all for it.'

She remembered the deliciously sensual feeling that seemed to surge from her pussy to the very tips of her suddenly engorged nipples.

'And it was me who made her take off the damn coat. I knew she wore nothing underneath it. We had fooled around that one night after a few drinks, there had been five girls, all drunk and giddy with horniness, who had acted out how they would seduce their boyfriends that weekend. And Leslie had donned her coat, with only a garter belt and black stockings under it.'

Maggie punched her thigh and silently swore. 'And, ' she recalled with a vivid clarity, 'when Leslie removed the coat to reveal her nudity, who told the two of them to take it into the bedroom and get started? Don't answer that, Mag, you'll only incriminate yourself.'

But as the memory played itself out, Maggie had to smile again. 'And what did that handsome lug do? Did he carry Leslie into the bedroom and fuck her silly? Nope, at least not then, to his credit -- mark that down, Maggie, my girl, to his everlasting credit, he gave you an out. "Are you sure?" he'd asked.'

Speaking aloud, Maggie said, "And I smiled and said something inane, like "I'll be in there by and by."

"Sure, and then when he's putting his salami into her and I walk in and sit down to watch them."

"Fuck!" Maggie punched the arm of the chair she was sitting in and then quickly began rubbing her bruised fist and thinking, 'My damn thigh will have a nasty bruise on it later. Maybe I'll tell him he did it... that is, if he asks.'

Maggie foraged through her dresser, looking for a cigarette and finally found the last one partially broken off at the end, but lit it and took a deep drag.

'And to think he still wanted out of it, but I had to kiss Leslie then and when he tried to talk me out of it I told him, not to fall in love with me.' She bit her nail and frowned.

'Why the fuck would I do that? I didn't know then and I don't know now. I wonder if I should call my old shrink and ask her?'

Still trying to think through her actions, she realized that it had not taken very long after that for Leslie and her to get it on.

'And we really got it on. I'm amazed she went for it. I never suspected either of us was bi. But I took to it like a duck to water and "old Lezlie, why she did pretty good for a first time too -- if it was her first time. Well maybe it was. Give her some credit. We did work well as a team, both of us licking and sucking on his dick like a couple of pros. Poor guy didn't know what to make of us.'

Maggie laughed at that and stuffed the cigarette out in her glass; got up and rinsed the glass out; dried it and put it away.

"And Leslie... she tasted so good. I know we'll do that a few more times in the future. Probably get better at it too."

She had to laugh at herself and then thought, 'And he handled all that very well. Sharing the both of us -- no petty jealousies, no provoking one or the other of us; just loving us both as much as he possibly could.'

Maggie sighed, recalling the feel of him inside her. 'Simply gorgeous, his cock was, simply gorgeous. And it went in so far... and then he'd taken my ass... and it was especially good, never even hurt me back there.'

She giggled, "Well I wasn't feeling any pain then either," she said, her voice a faint whisper as she visualized the moment. Leslie toying with her breast -- sucking and nipping at it as he ploughed a furrow into her rectum.

"Girl you sure came that time!" Maggie said to no one in particular; then hoped no one heard her, for the apartment walls were notoriously thin.

'And hadn't Leslie put him back into her when he'd fallen out? She sure had.'

She recalled telling him he was a stud. "A fucking stud," she'd said, then reflected, 'well I was still coming and was babbling as a girl will do under stress like that.'

She smiled as she remembered telling him that, "You've got me and Leslie coming and going."

And with Leslie panting on all fours, hoping he'd ride her to kingdom come, I had to say it, "But don't, please don't fall in love with me. Just because I come so readily doesn't mean I'm in love with you for Christ's sake. It's just something my body does, okay?" and that seemed to confuse the hell out of him. Of course I dummied up right away, and made everything worse.

She stuck her fingers in her mouth and worried her nails, hoping that this time they guy would see through her defensive shield, for that's what it was, she was convinced of it, and that he'd call her and act like nothing unusual had happened at all. "Yes," she told herself, "that's what he'll do."

Then Maggie began to sob again and a minute later she was crying like the day Palo died.



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Of course, I didn't know any of this at the time. All I knew was I was confused as hell about things and hoping that Gwen and Bernie could point me in the right direction.

I had arranged to meet Gwen at the Italian restaurant on the ground floor of her apartment building. Tony, the owner and a guy I had grown up with, seated me while I waited for Gwen to arrive. She was only ten minutes late, not bad at all, considering the time and the rush hour traffic. I got one of her sizzling hugs and even after all the sexual aerobics earlier I had me a woody in no time at all. The hug lasted quite a bit longer than average and I did have this fleeting thought that maybe, just maybe, Gwen had a yen... for me.

But then she sat down at the table with me and except for telling Tony to bring her a dry martini, she was all business, giving me her undivided attention.

I told her what had happened. Before I was halfway finished I knew she was very excited... since her ass was squirming and she used several pretexts to touch my hand and arm.

"So what's the problem here, Gwen?" I asked after filling her in.

She drained her second martini and signaled Tony for a third. "Oh, great," I thought, "she'll be bombed and useless as tits on a bull." Don't ask me why I used that analogy for Gwen, maybe her tits had something to do with it, since I'd had three martinis myself.

The discussion, if that's what it was, went nowhere, solved nothing and eventually we found ourselves upstairs in Gwen's place.

She was horny all right and let it be known as soon as we entered the apartment by throwing her arms around me and planting a wet, slobbery kiss on my mouth. I had to give her credit for hitting the target, but I didn't think much of the kiss itself. But obviously my one-track-minded dick did as it began to rear up into readiness.

"Gwen," I said, "Your body feels particularly incredible at this minute. If you don't stop rubbing those prime specimens against me I'm going to come in my shorts."

"We don't want that," she panted, but did not break contact; instead, she started to gyrate her hips hard against my boner and whispered in my ear, "Let's see this big dick of yours," she said, "it must be huge the way these women are slobbering all over themselves to get at it.'

And dropped to her knees and started to fumble with my zipper. It took both of us, but we got it out despite the drinks, after a couple of wet slurps, Gwen had it rising fast.

When her teeth raked over the head of my dick, I protested. I had never, ever protested about this type activity before, then again, my best friend was a tad sore, not to mention weary, although seemingly willing.

Gwen backed off a little, forming a big "O" and used her tongue instead of her teeth and all was fine with the world again, except I still had a problem to resolve.

No, now I had two problems to resolve.

And when my nostrils flared at the scent, the overpowering scent of her arousal, I decided to resolve this problem first. I tugged Gwen to her feet and we kind of waltzed into the bedroom.

I never gave Bernie a thought. Perhaps I should have.

I helped her undress and when that marvel of engineering floated away from her chest; I was confronted by the two magnificent specimens I had admired from a distance since high school.

"Like 'em?" she asked, teetering in place, then she hefted the left one up with her hand and tendered it to me. I took a liberal taste. It was lovely, despite the slight taste of sweat, or I should say, perspiration. I absolutely loved the spongy feeling of the breast in my mouth. But hey, I had had three major drinks and would have loved damn near anything.

Nursing at her breast, I nudged her backward at a gradual pace until the backs of her legs touched the bed. Then I pushed her backward onto the bed and climbed on top of her. I was fully dressed, except that my torpedo had been launched.

"Fuck my tits!" Gwen moaned. "They never been appreciated that way!" She said, and her speech was definitely slurred.

Always the gentleman, I obliged Gwen, straddling her hips and spitting on my dick (which made Gwen laugh lewdly) I wedged it between her mountains and ploughed a furrow from bottom to top.

Gwen acted as if she had played games like this before, bending her neck enough to allow her to kiss and then lick the head of my dick each time I reached the top of her ample cleavage. Truth be told, this was my first titfuck ever and I gloried in feeling the pressure on either side of my dick as it swam through Gwen's mammary amusement park.

Gwen was obviously enjoying this game immensely. And as soon as I felt myself getting ready to unload, I moved away from her and began to kiss her, working up from her breasts to her throat and then her mouth.

Her hand was in her slacks, playing rub-a-dub-dub with the man in the boat. Kneeling on the bed, I managed to strip and then coaxed her slacks and lacy lingerie off her.

"Would you mind terribly if I went down on you Gwen? I asked in a formal tone.

"Please do," she replied and spread her thighs for me in queen-like fashion. I kissed her again, Gwen was beginning to writhe and I heard her groan through the kiss, but didn't stop. I had my hand between her legs. Her breathing was ragged and harsh.

"Don't... Don't tease me," she whined.

"Not even a little?" I asked.

"Maybe just a little..."

"Like this?" And allowed my hand to roam her nude flesh; touching, tickling and listened to the low moaning sound that came out as "Mmmm."

Curious as to how far I could go with her before she protested I slipped a finger between her legs, touching her anus. I held it there and felt her stiffen. I felt her trying to relax her body as I started rubbing my finger up and down on her anus. She accepted this, moaning softly, her body going from tense to calm. She was a river of juice in front. I discovered this as her fluids oozed from her cunt back into the crevice that led to her puckered anus.

I tasted her and then offered the same finger to her. She shook her head, not wanting any. But she moaned when the finger found its way back to my own mouth. Then using the same finger, I pressed it into her ass, not far, perhaps in to the second knuckle, and caused Gwen to go wild. Grabbing my hand and taking it from her ass to her cunt, she moved my hand up and down while a worried expression hung loosely on her face.

Her first orgasm came quickly, when it passed she told me to open the drawer of the small dresser next to the bed. I did and found several "toys."

"Use the butt plug on me," Gwen said in a tiny voice. As I returned to the bed, Gwen was busy fingering herself, but she adroitly turned and presented her ass to me while maintaining her masturbation.

"Use..." she was gasping for breath already, Use your finger on me again."

I saw no reason not to, but paused and instead ran my tongue over her little brown pucker, and caused her to shudder in anticipation. And after one long, hard sucking kiss on her ass, I sent my finger back into her shit-chute.

Gwen was moaning non-stop by this point, and so I simply spread her cheeks as wide as I could and sent the butt-plug into her - completely dry.

It hurt, I know it hurt, for the moan she uttered as it went into her was frightening. But other than that she made no protest, no reaching around to try removing it. In fact she continued to finger herself, and by this point had four fingers sloshing in and out of a very mushy cunt. I pulled the plug out and wet it with her own fluids and then reinserted it and continued to move it in and out.

I had my own hard on to deal with and eventually removed the butt plug and sent my hardon deep into her ass. This time the resulting moan was one of immense pleasure. And bending forward, I went about fucking her ass, using long, slow strokes.

I never heard the door open.

I was oblivious to Bernie's entering the room.

Taunting Gwen a little, I asked, "Do you like it up your ass?"

"Yes," she replied, "you feel great in there. C'mon give it to me!"

A split second later I realized we were not alone, but before I could scramble out of Gwen and off the bed, Bernie's thick hands were on my shoulders and I felt his cock brushing against my rear.

"This may hurt a little, my so-called friend," he snarled in a rush, "but you know that, so here it comes!"

One hand left my shoulder and directed his cock to my back orifice. I heard him spit twice and then felt the pressure of his hardon against me. Somewhere in all the turmoil I recall Gwen cackling with lewd laughter, but that memory formed later. At that moment, I felt a searing pain as the head of his prick broke into my ass and popped inside.

"Jesus! That hurts!" I screamed and tried to get away from being further impaled, but he was able to restrain me with little trouble. He took his time, not forcing himself in any further and when the initial pain started to subside, my body betrayed me and relaxed and sensing it, Bernie slammed in another inch and the pain renewed itself. This time he didn't wait for the pain to ease, but kept working it in deeper and deeper. Later I would learn how fortunate I was that Bernie was not well endowed and that he had not decided to use the large dildo that lay in the dresser drawer where the butt plug had been.

I was the one moaning now, while Gwen giggled at my predicament.

I took stock and found that while I thought my ass was full of him, he was only four inches into me and at best would only travel another inch or so. The pain evaporated, leaving a harsh stinging feeling.

"There you go baby," he whispered in my ear, "You've got that whole big cock of mine up your sweet little ass!"

He slapped my cheek hard and asked, "Hey, why ain't cha fuckin' my sweet Gwen?"

"I... I..."

"Go on, fuck her, she wants it and I don't mind, seeing that you gave me your cherry in return. Seems a fair trade," and he laughed at me, humiliating me beyond words.

With that he started to move his cock slowly in and out of my ass, and after a few more slow stokes he picked up the pace and fucked me harder and harder. Suddenly I was squirming against him, wanting nothing more than to feel him release himself into my rectum.

"Yes!" He roared and I had the impression that molten lava was surging into me and for the first time I knew what it was that a woman felt when I came in them.

All I can say is that when he'd finished I wanted to have more of his sperm shooting into me, but Bernie merely pulled himself from my ass and gave my butt another hard slap as he clambered off the bed.

"Now finish fucking Gwen!" He shouted, and smacked my ass again. I looked over my shoulder at him and nodded.

With a grim resolution that I never knew I possessed, I remounted Gwen and found that my cock slipped easily into her plump ass. With the first thrust she renewed her earlier frenzy, writhing and bucking as if to shake my cock from deep within her. But she soon established a workable rhythm with me and the all to familiar feeling of her ass against my stomach returned. I was now ready to come, but held back, knowing that she had to come too, or Bernie might have another unpleasant game to play with me. And I had no intention of sucking him off.

I began talking to Gwen, trying to croon her to an early orgasm.

"You're as is so fucking tight I can hardly move inside you!" I gasped. That got her muscles working and she began to milk me, using a talent I didn't know existed.

"How's that ass of yours feel?" I teased.

She moaned and hissed at me, "Really good! And how's your raggedy ass feeling right now? Want my Bernie to do you again?"

"Not at the moment," I gasped. "I'm too fucking busy making you come!'

"Well get on with it, you mother-fucker!" She screamed and reached between her legs to finger her clit.

I went into high gear, pummeling her ass with a long series of thrusts that left me gasping for air, but she came... I was right behind her, pulling out of her ass and spewing my load all over her cheeks and lower back. She groaned at my heated seed and continued her climax.

Rolling off her now supine form I found Bernie standing with his new erection in hand. I decided to fight him before letting him do anything to me. He must have seen it in my eyes, for he laughed derisively and told me that he had unfinished business with Gwen. Then he sent his prick into her ass in my place.

Gwen started to come almost from the second thrust. He had it all inside her and I had to hand it to him, Bernie could really generate a hard and fast hip motion. Eventually he tired of fucking a still orgasming Gwen and made her suck him until he came in her mouth.

I started to leave, pulling on my pants, when Gwen told me to stay, that she had a lot to tell me about Maggie. And so I stayed, got over my embarrassment and listened and learned.



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Chapter 9

After talking with Gwen I went home and thought things out. It was a sleepless night and the following morning I called Maggie before she went off to work.

"Hi," I said for openers, a pretty safe beginning.

"Oh, hi, I was just thinking about you."

"I should have guessed, I said, "my ears are burning."

That brought on a giggle and I felt a lot better.

"Maggie, we've got to talk."

Now I know that's something women usually say, and on hearing it men usually want to run for the hills. But Maggie didn't react that way at all, perhaps because she was a woman, perhaps she just wanted to hear what I had to say.

"How about meeting me for lunch?" She said.

"All right, where and when?"

It was that simple. And here I'd tossed and turned all night wondering what to say next and I was still searching for the right words and now I didn't need them. Needless to say, I breathed a sigh of relief, set the time and place and got to work myself.

I'm a free lance writer by the way. Just before meeting Maggie I had sold three separate articles on one day to Playboy, Forbes and Business Week. I should add that I didn't dash them all off the same day, anything but. No, I had been working on them off and on for almost four months. All had business related themes and the Forbes article left me with sufficient material from which to carve out the Business Week article. My agent shopped them around and it just happened that all three publications accepted my stuff on the same day. I had called Gwen and Bernie with an offer to take them out to celebrate and they made a counter-offer -- a date with Maggie and so, here I am, back at the starting gate, still trying to figure out what to say to Maggie when we meet again.

I didn't really get any work done, rather I stewed about what to say at lunch and decided that the best course of action would be to be direct and to the point. Hopefully, Maggie would take it from there and we could bring things to a head.

I did manage to make reservations for us at a local restaurant and was decently attired and on time, actually ten minutes early for our date/meeting.

She looked gorgeous as she walked through the door and looked around the room before spotting me at a corner table. Everyman in the place watched her walk (if that's what she did) to my table and stop, waiting for me to rise and hold her chair out for her, which I did with as much gallantry as I could muster up.

We had iced teas and salads. She ordered a Cobb and I mixed greens and I began to talk.

From the first it seemed that Maggie was prepared for this entire conversation and as a result I was stymied as to how to proceed.

"Maggie," I said, "I really feel like I'm in the dark with you on a... in several areas. So please understand if I go off target or start babbling incoherently."

She nodded and took a sip of her tea.

I spoke with Bernie and Gwen last night," it hit me immediately that I'd placed Bernie's name before Gwen's and I began thinking all sorts of Freudian thoughts and almost lost track of where I was going.

"And, well, learned a few things about you. But perhaps I should start with first things first. When we were making love you told me not to fall in love with you, and that simply won't work. I am in love with you and nothing can change that."

A tear rolled down her cheek and I held my napkin out to her and gently wiped it away. Another followed and I did the same.

"If we keep this up, I'll never finish what I have to say," I said hoping to lighten the moment and apparently did, for she smiled and dapped at the ext tear and it was the last.

"So naturally, I turned to Gwen for the answer since she and Bernie brought us together. I learned about Palo and you and what happened after he died. I am so very sorry that you've suffered over his loss and I'm willing to do anything I can to help you. Except, please don't ask me not to love you. I can't do that."

Her hand reached across the table and cover mine, giving it a squeeze.

"You don't have to love me back... it's just that I can't not love you. I can't prevent it, it just happened. And other than a teenaged crush on a girl whose name I no longer remember, I've never been in love before."

This wasn't exactly what I had rehearsed earlier, not in any sense, but my heart had taken control and I let it go.

"May I say something?" Maggie asked gently.

"Of course," I said and took a long gulp of my own iced tea.

"You have part of the picture, not the whole of it. Yes, I have been mourning Palo. Mourning him and cursing him for his infidelities. I interrupted you because I sensed you were about to launch into a diatribe about telling me that although I'm depressed that I'm loved, and deserve to feel better about myself and in fact, will feel better about myself with appropriate treatment."

I was shaking my head, saying, "No, No, No."

"Well I have not been left to grieve alone, as they say. I have had the benefit of adequate counseling and it has helped me recover; for I was depressed. In fact, I was very depressed. But that's behind me now. You may think the many men I've slept with are part of the problem and perhaps early on they were. But not now; I have discovered that I love sex. I love to fuck, pure and simple. I do like you. I don't love you. What's different about you is I want to have sex with you again and again. I don't intend to discard you as I have the others; and in that context you're different. And while I'm at it I might as well yell you this: Leslie is also my lover and has been for two months. We planned your seduction... the phone call... the thing at the window... all of it was planned. I owe you an apology for it. It really wasn't fair to play with your emotions that way and I won't blame you if you get up and leave me here and never speak to me again. But please hear me out.

I was trying to breathe, but couldn't. The waiter came and placed the salads in front of us, but I never saw him. I could only stare at Maggie and wonder... but wonder what? My mind was racing, but going nowhere. The one sensible thought I had, I clung to for I had nowhere else to go. That was, 'hear her out, there may be a workable solution to this... this nightmare.'

She resumed speaking after the waiter left. "I... I was hoping that you would join us... Leslie and I and form a three-some. We don't have to live together, but could do so if you preferred it. Or you could live with me or Leslie so others might see you as a couple with me a close friend and no suspicions would be raised."

'A three-some!' I thought. 'My god, was she serious?'

I asked her if she was serious.

"Of course I am. Shall I call Leslie and have her confirm all this?"

I waved her off. "No, I believe you. I believe all right, it's just... difficult to accept. I mean the entire concept..."

"It's true enough," she added.

"Does Gwen know about... ?"

"No, but it was her idea of getting us together. She fully believes that I'm in need of a good man."

Maggie laughed. "Well that's partly true. I am in need of a good man. And you are indeed a good man. Gwen's got it wrong about my wanting to settle down with a guy. I don't... well I do, but in the way I've described to you as a three-some."

"Tell me something, Maggie," I said.

She waited for me to go on.

"You say you're interested in forming a three-some with Leslie and me, but for how long? A week, a month?"

"Oh, no. I mean indefinitely. Years, perhaps forever. But it won't last, I know that. We're not meant to live that way, so it would be a matter of time before we dissolved the relationship. Perhaps one of us will leave and the others will find a replacement or continue on as a pair. I don't know. But we'd have each other for a time, just how long a time is an unknown factor."

"What about financial matters between us? For example if you and I live together and Leslie is perceived to outsiders as a friend and we live together for several years, or long enough to be considered man and wife? Who gets alimony? Is there alimony?"

"Strictly speaking, we continue with our own respective careers. What we earn, we earn and it is ours, not shared, unless we want to share, for example, I buy you a present, or you take us to dinner. Umm, acquisitions like furniture, I don't know, perhaps we can have something drawn up like a nuptial agreement."

"Maggie, I want to be with you. I want you to understand that I truly believe that as of this moment I love you. And because I love you and want to be with you I accept this... this arrangement. But I will always be hoping that we can make it together and that marriage is a possibility for us somewhere down the road."

She released a long pent-up sigh of relief.

"So you... agree to go along with us?"

"I do."

We both smiled at the use of those particular words to cement our 'relationship.'

"Oh..." I said.

"Yes?"

"Will there be others involved with us?"

"I don't know. It's a possibility of course; we don't know what lies ahead."

I was still absorbing the details and what they represented when Maggie squeezed my hand and said, "It's been a delightful lunch. I was afraid it might have been a disaster, so... my place around six?"

"I'll be there with bells on."

"If anything's on, I hope it's a hardon." That said she got up came around to me and kissed me hard on the mouth. I returned the kiss and when we separated all the men were applauding us. I paid the check and we went our separate ways.

****

I was at her door at the stroke of six. To prove my willingness to go along with

the three-some scheme, I had my cock out and made sure it was stiff and hard when I knocked on the door. Leslie answered and when she glanced down as women do so surreptitiously, she gasped in pleasant surprise.

"He's up for us, Maggie dear!" She said and reached out to touch me there.

"Umm, I mean, really up for us!"

****

"We are so sorry we treated you the way we did," Leslie was saying after a light dinner and several glasses of wine.

"That's right," Maggie chimed in, a little tipsy and wearing a fake pout. "We want to make that up to you."

"Make what up?" I asked having had two martini's under my belt and half way through a third.

"Don't worry 'bout a thing, darling," Maggie purred, her words only slightly slurred from the wine. She had had at least three more glasses than Leslie that I knew of. Maggie then slipped from the couch to her knees and knelt in front of me and began to unbuckle my belt.

Meanwhile Leslie closed the brief distance between us and offered up her lips to mine. As her electrically charged tongue surged against mine, Maggie had urged my pants and shorts down to my ankles and was slowly stroking my hardon. I opened my eyes (Yes, I tend to close them during a kiss) and saw that Leslie's eyes were open too and glued to my ever expanding cock.

As Maggie's mouth accepted the head of my cock, Leslie began to work her dress off and was soon only wearing a black lacy bra and matching thong.

I lifted her right breast out of its cup and took her nipple between my teeth and somehow caused her some difficulty in removing the bra. Maggie began licking the underside of my cock and left a trail of wet kisses all along the shaft.

"It's a lovely cock you have," she murmured sexily.

I may have bitten down a little too hard on Leslie's nipple at that as she cried out and flung the bra across the room at the same time.

I released the offended nipple and buried my face between her breasts, licking upward through her cleavage. She moaned contentedly and I knew all was well with the world or my world anyway.

Then it was my turn to groan as Maggie took my cock into her mouth and down her throat as she did her best to swallow me whole. Suddenly Leslie, lovely Leslie covered my mouth with hers and we entered into a wild savage kiss.

As Maggie cupped my balls Leslie took my hands and placed them on her breasts. They were firm with strawberry tipped buds on them that begged to be suckled. And as soon as we finished the kiss that's exactly what I did, going from one to the other, seemingly driving her wild. So wild, in fact, that she tore my shirt open, literally ripping off me. Then her hands and mouth were all over my chest.

"It's so big," Maggie whispered, her voice husky with lust, after removing my dick from between her lips, "but I think that I may be able to get it all in." And she winked at me and gobbled it back down her throat!

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back over the back edge of the couch, ignoring Leslie's beautiful body for the moment.

"Oh, yes... Maggie... suck my cock... suck it! Oh, that's good," I chanted while she sucked away and her hand worked up and down my shaft. All the apprehension and tension served to bring my release sooner than expected.

"Ahhhhhh," I groaned and my hands went to Maggie's head. Maggie coughed, or tried to, then tried to pull her head off my erupting cock. My hands only served to hold her head in place as I emptied my balls into her receptacle of a mouth. And when I finally relaxed my hands enough for her to move her head, she came off my cock sputtering and coughing and two gobs of cum came flying out of her mouth and fell on my shorts.

"Sorry," she said weakly after she'd finished coughing, "I usually swallow it, but there was just so much of it..."

I wasn't quite finished and spewed one last rope over the bodice of her dress and immediately began to apologize.

"I'll get it cleaned, I promise," she said. "I'm not Monica Lewinsky. I don't leave cum stained dresses in my closet," and laughed heartily at her joke.

"Maggie?" It was Leslie, licking her lips as I finished undressing, or rather peeling the shredded shirt off my back.

"Yes?" said Maggie. But Leslie didn't say anything; she just went over to Maggie and kissed her on the lips. As their kiss heated up with some tongue action, she moved away from Maggie's lips and licked up my mess on Maggie's chest.

The sheer exoticness of her act made me hard again.

"Ahhh," Maggie said on noting the rise of my tool. "Well Leslie I believe it's your turn to deflate his magnificent weapon.

"Do I get a chance to say something about this?" I asked sheepishly.

"NO!" they shouted in unison. Then both were giggling like schoolgirls.

"Can you help me out of my dress?" Maggie asked Leslie.

"Sure," she said and promptly unzipped the back of Maggie's dress to reveal a matched pair of emerald green bra and thong.

She pirouetted for me and asked, "Like 'em?"

"I do, very much. They are very becoming on you."

"So much for the modeling," she said, "let's get it on!" And reached behind her to unfasten the bra and tossed it aside. "Leslie, would you do the honors?"

Leslie knew what she meant, while I didn't, well not exactly anyway. She began a slow almost ritual like peeling of the thong from Maggie's body. I had to admit it was extremely sensual, for when the thong was past her pussy Leslie began to lick Maggie's vulva while pulling the thong lower, but at an even slower pace.

"Umm, nice, Maggie moaned softly as Leslie abandoned the thong to take a firm hold of Maggie's ass and pulled her vulva tight against her mouth.

I took hold of Maggie's shoulders and turned her so that she was facing away from the couch and then ordered her to sit down.

As she sat, Leslie clawed the thong down to her ankles and then used her hands to spread Maggie's thighs wide.

I knelt down behind Leslie and as she returned to eating Maggie's pussy, I pried her thong to the side and jabbed a finger into her sodden cunt. Leslie moaned, "Oh, Jesus, YES!" And went berserk, plunging her face in and out of Maggie's cunt.

Maggie grunted twice with intense pleasure and the scorching mouth at her delta forced her to lean back and grip the couch with both hands as her pelvis leapt out to meet Leslie's voracious tongue.

I used my free hand to shuck the remainder of my clothing aside, keeping my finger busy stirring the honey now oozing freely from Leslie's pussy. With my other hand I reached out and took hold of the back of Maggie's head and brought her face to mine and kissed her.

It was a totally different experience. For with Leslie sucking her cunt dry, or at least trying to, I was able to enjoy the sharp sensations surging through Maggie as my tongue trolled its way into her feverish mouth and encountered a sucking fury I never thought could exist in one's mouth.

Gasping for air I broke the kiss.

"MORE!" Maggie panted, "MORE!"

We renewed the agitated kissing with me soon tweaking a nipple that elicited a loud moan from her covered throat. The kiss went on for an eternity, or so it seemed and suddenly Maggie was coming, sending copious amounts of her love juices into Leslie's eagerly waiting mouth. She tore her mouth from mine and flailed at the empty air beside her before collapsing on the couch, the only body part moving that I noticed was her hips, which continued to thrust up to meet what must have been the ghost of Leslie's tongue. For Leslie had turned around and engulfed my cock in her mouth, sucking with wild abandon.

My hands moved of their own accord. One to rest on Leslie's head as a guide, perhaps, the other drifted along Maggie's pulsating belly to her pussy which was extremely wet. I located Maggie's clit and teased it and she came again. Whether I was responsible or whether it was a result of Leslie's earlier licking I don't know and I doubt if Maggie cared. She did, however, enjoy it immensely.

And as I felt myself readying for my climax, I gently extracted myself from Leslie's bewitching mouth and climbed on top of Maggie, inserting my penis in her smoldering crevice and pumped away like a man gone mad. I don't recall if it was twenty or thirty thrusts, it really doesn't matter anyway, but it wasn't long before I started to erupt again. This time I pulled out and offered my seed to the patiently waiting Leslie, who was kneeling alongside the two of us.

"OH FUCK... YES!" I screamed out as the initial burst caught her across the bridge of her nose and both eyelids (she had her eyes closed, anticipating this very thing.) The second found her curled tongue and the third I offered to Maggie who was hovering close at hand in hope I would provide her with a taste, screeching, "ME, ME, ME!"

She gulped my cock into her mouth and sucked and swallowed the remainder and I collapsed onto the floor, panting and desperately needing some rest.

As if from a great distance I heard Leslie plaintively telling Maggie how sorry she was, "I am so sorry Maggie; I didn't know he was going to go off that quick."

I decided to intervene, and said, "Normally I wouldn't have," gasped and continued, "but the two of you got me so fucking hot that I had too, I couldn't hold off any longer."

Maggie laughed raucously at the two of us. "There's no problem at all kiddies. We'll just fuck his brains out again as soon as he recovers."



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Chapter 10: Explanations


The following morning Leslie left around eight to keep an appointment with a client. Maggie and I were lolling around in the bedroom, watching the Today Show on NBC. We were just finishing the pot of coffee I'd made earlier and Maggie suddenly scooted off the bed and skipped (yes, skipped) happily into the bathroom. A moment later I heard the shower pelting a river of cool water against the glass and knew Maggie was cleaning up from our escapades of the night before.

I became engrossed in an interview Al Roker was conducting with a young female violinist, when I heard Maggie calling out to me.

"So, what's your day look like?'

Still looking at the television, I replied, "Well, I like to get some research in on an article and I need to begin..."

I glanced toward the bathroom and saw Maggie standing naked in the doorway, toweling off.

"But that can wait."

Maggie emitted a husky, very sexy laugh. "Yes I can see that things are changing before my very eyes. So... is a quick fuck out of the question?"

"Isn't the guy supposed to use that line?" I said with a big grin, and made my dick jump for her entertainment. "But to answer your question, it is not out of the question, in fact, the only question is where shall we begin?"

"Here?" she said wearing only that incorrigible smile.

"Mmmm, yeah, but give me a minute," I said and slipped off the bed and made for the bathroom, relieved myself, brushed my teeth and as I placed the toothbrush back into its holder, Maggie was pulling herself up onto the countertop.

Taking my face in both hands she said, "Mmmm. A shave would be nice, you're likely to be kinda rough around my edges, you know?"

"You're perfectly positioned," I said.

"Hmmm, I guess if a girl is purrfectly positioned she had better make the best of it, don't you think?

I stepped up to her, gently eased her legs apart, and moved between them as I embraced her.

"You're perfect... I mean, purrfect in every way, my love."

"Oh, you are too sweet!" She smiled lewdly and I had just the vaguest notion of what was coming.

We kissed, softly, slowly; I eased her head back against the large mirror and her nails were investigating the follicles of my scalp. I kissed her neck, her shoulder and then as she held her breast out to me I dropped to one knee and... 

"Oh, God... Good Morning!" Maggie cried out in that husky and very appreciative voice.

She watched intently as I licked her nether lips. Slightly uncomfortable, I lifted her hips a little more using my shoulders. That allowed me to gnaw on her cunt and look at her face at the same time. Our eyes locked as my mouth took hold of her labia and sucked on it; and she whimpered softly while I nibbled away.

Maggie's hips were rocking as she worked her pussy against my mouth. I sent my tongue in as deeply as possible, knowing she reveled in the sensations this action brought on. She shuddered and whimpered again.

I replaced my tongue with a finger and asked, "Is this good?"

"God, yes, it's wonderful," she responded.

My finger was in no particular hurry, casually exploring the walls of her moist pussy when I decided to bring her clit out into the open. To accomplish this task I did everything but make direct contact with her little love button. That meant working the very edges of her hooded cock, but not touching it, teasing, tantalizing, stimulating and maddeningly tormenting her.

"JESUS!" she cried out.

"Good?"

"YES!"

"Want more?"

"MORE? JESUS, YES!"

Her eyes, when open, were glazed with lust. Her hips had never faltered in rising up to meet my finger.

I flicked across her clit with my tongue and sent a second finger deeply into her at the same time.

"OHMYGOD!" she screamed. Maggie had come a long way from that soft whimper of a few short minutes ago.

Backing off her clit for a moment, I began a rapid series of thrusts with my fingers, bouncing off her vaginal walls - not looking for the "G" just yet, just hard finger-fucking and she responded to it by moving those splendid hips faster and faster.

It was evident from the beaded perspiration on her forehead and upper lip that another shower would be in her immediate future and that I would undoubtedly be joining her.

Yanking my fingers from her now frothy slit, I sent my face into her juices, licking and sucking like a man possessed, which I was.

I can't recite how sweet I found her taste."JESUS! JESUS! JESUS!" She gasped, as her movements became more frenzied.

Glancing up I noted that Maggie's eyes were closed, and her head was moving from side to side. There was no doubt in my mind, but that she was on the cusp of a powerful orgasm.

And so I slowed my cunnilingual assault, bringing her down.

I looked up at her again and found her staring back at me, chest heaving, mouth open sucking air and a look of peace across her face. But her hips never quit their gyrations.

I counted to 25 and licked her clit, then gave it a long suck. She was suddenly on the brink of coming again. After backing off again I decided to try and see how long we could keep this up before she erupted. I began alternating; first using my fingers, slowly, building to a faster pace and then bringing everything to a halt.

It seemed that by stopping I was triggering some hidden mechanism with her, bringing her to the very edge of her climax, but no further.

She was whimpering frequently at this point, moaning loudly whenever I reverted to licking and sucking her now fully engorged clit. But on halting the process, I brought her climax from boiling over to simmering on the back burner.

"BASTARD," she groaned as I left off her tormented clit. She was holding my head loosely with both hands, her knees were tucked under her breasts and her cunt was opened wide for my pleasure and hers.

"Something wrong?" I asked innocently.

"I'm ready, ready, ready!"

"Sorry, my love, I'm having too much fun to end it right now," I said between slurps on her oh so Goddamn juicy snatch. This time my finger located her spot and I found out that Maggie was a natural contralto. Her entire body seemed to levitate off the countertop. Her pussy had my fingers in a veritable death grip, and when her hands forced my face ever deeper into her groin and her thighs closed tightly around my ears I knew she was almost ready.

"GODDAMN YOU!" She screeched, and then in a more plaintive tone, "c'mon now, quit teasing me!"

I brought her close once more and then backed off just before she came, leaving her taut as a drum on the counter.

"YOU FUCK, YOU! I haven't been this close since that bitch Marion!"

'Marion?' I thought, 'now there's a name to look into, ' and filed it away for future reference.

Her hands were no longer holding my head in place, now they were simply fluttering in the air, and her body lost its rigidity and went kind of limp. She watched me through half-lidded eyes as I continued licking and sucking her inner thigh, her major labia and of course, the occasional lick over her clit.

"Come," she said, and when I glanced up she was beckoning to me. I abandoned her pussy and kissed my way up her body, paying hardly enough attention to her lovely breasts, but making a note to revisit them for a longer period in the very near future.

We kissed and I have never had such a hungry tongue in my mouth before and I doubt I ever will see the like of it again. My mouth was smeared with her juices and while the kiss continued almost uninterrupted, she did break away for several short, but delightful forays too lick her juices from my mouth and chin.While still in the midst of this torrid clinch, my cock found itself at her entrance and as juicy as she was, slipped right in.

"Dow ruc me!" Maggie called out with her mouth glued to mine. I've eaten in enough Chinese restaurants to be able to hazard a guess as to what was actually said. ("Now fuck me!" for those of you who are lousy guessers.) And so I obliged her, rotating my hips and moving my cock from side to side as well as in and out. We did this for a long time, holding the kiss, occasionally opening our eyes and staring into the others.

She ended the kiss. It seemed she had to ask me something and I said, "Mmmmm?" in a dreamy kind of a way because I was really into this fuck, I had one of those all-day hardons that wouldn't quit.

"I have been coming steadily for at least thirty minutes. It's never been like this. I mean I can come and come, sometimes... but this is steady, not earthshaking, but Jesus it's... not real. It's like I'm in heaven or something. How... how can you keep this up?"

"Beats me," I replied. "Maybe it's my partner."

"Oh, you... OH! OH! OH!"

"Coming love?"

"OH, YEAH!"

Suddenly I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer and I began to slam it into her. Her juices had saturated her thighs and run onto the countertop and consequently, my latest flurry of thrusts caused her to slip off the edge of the counter and she would have fallen, or at least landed on her feet, had I not pinned her against the counter and slipping my hands under her ass, kept her there. Of course Maggie helped out some, wrapping those 'licious thighs around my waist and fucking back as well, if not better than I was doing her.

I was compelled to slow down, but maintained my deep thrusting, way in, ease almost all the way out and then slamming back; slamming in so far that my balls were bouncing off her ass at the end of each stroke.

We were both grunting like pigs at the trough by this time, her hair was matted to her face, hiding half of it. God knows what I looked like. I know it couldn't have been pretty.

We were climbing the mountain together and I guess I was striving to get her to come with me, but wasn't sure how close she was.

"I... I'm sorry, Maggie, but I'm gonna come now," I whined.

"That's what I've been waiting for! C'mon let's DO IT!"

And I was spewing forth a tumultuous load. Maggie squeezed me as hard as she could and I felt her loins against mine, jerking wildly and suddenly my ears popped and I heard her.

"OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!"

As the mountainous orgasm finally smashed into her. Later she told me it was triggered by the feel of my seed rushing into her deepest parts. We held each other for minutes afterwards. That is, until she finally begged me to get the counter drawer knob out of her butt. She was partially kidding. The knob was pressing into her cheek and I wasn't helping any by leaning on her and adding additional weight.

Ever the gentleman, I carried her to the bedroom and lay her down. Her eyes were closed as I kissed her neck, but fluttered open as I reached her cheeks, and the sides of her mouth curled up into an exhausted smile.

"Who taught you to tease a woman like that?" Maggie said her voice ragged.

I countered with a question of my own. "Who's Marion?"

"Marion? What Marion?" Her ragged tone had added confusion to it.

"When we were, err, playing a few minutes ago, you made reference to a Marion. Specifically, you called me a fuck and while that's perfectly valid, especially under the circumstances, you added the words, "I haven't been this close since that bitch Marion!"

"I did?"

"Yes, you did."

"Did I tell you that you were fucking fantastic?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes, but don't go changing the subject. Who is Marion?"

"Oh, all right!" she cried out, throwing her hands in the air in abject surrender.

"She was my first... woman. Now are you satisfied?"

"Hardly, I want to hear all the dirty details and the juicier the better."

"Damn it, I don't talk about my sex life."

"Sure you do. And I want to hear all about Maid Marion."

Surprisingly, that made Maggie laugh.

"All right, all right, Robin fuckin' Hood," she crowed as she flipped my limp penis in the air with her hand, as if tossing a pancake at a breakfast party.

"No distractions please," I scolded, "Besides he's asleep for a while. Maybe your story will wake him up and then we can play nice games until Leslie comes home."

"Leslie! Jesus I forgot all about Leslie." She stammered.

"I don't know how you managed that," I teased and earned myself a light punch on the arm.

"Okay, how I met Marion."

"And what the two of you did together. Don't go leaving the smutty stuff out, now."

"That earned me a grin; a very lewd grin at that.

"Okay, when it comes to sex, I've always seen myself as very adventurous and even fairly aggressive. By that I mean I seldom hesitated to go after a guy if attracted to him. Actually that's how I met Palo. You do remember Palo?"

"I do know the name."

He joined our firm about eight months after I did. Our paths didn't cross all that much for almost a year. Oh, I had been to meetings with him and a retirement luncheon as I recall, but nothing had caused any sparks to fly for either of us, until the Christmas party. And even then, all that happened was he caught me under the mistletoe and gave me a tepid smooch. I think the fact that I returned the kiss with more than shall we say, a little ardor, gave him pause to think about me in a slightly different way than he had in the past."

I interrupted her. "Maggie, I thought you were going to tell me about Maid Marion?"

"I'm getting to "Maid Marion," as you put it."

Thoroughly chastised, I sat back and willed myself to listen and keep my trap shut.

Maggie picked up the story as if she had merely paused for a moment. "We met more frequently after that. It never occurred to me that the meetings were not accidental, but carefully planned and then one Thursday he asked me if I would have dinner with him the following day."

"I accepted and it was a pleasant date, ending with a decent goodnight kiss, no tongue, no groping and left me feeling like I wanted more from him."

"After waiting until mid-week and not hearing from him, (he was out of town on business, I was to find out) I called him and he promptly returned my call, and after learning he was out of town, but returning the following day, which was a Friday, I invited him to my place for dinner."

"That's the aggressive female in you," I said, just to let Maggie know I was paying attention.

"Perhaps," she said, favoring me with a smile,"... at any rate, after showering and preening for hours, I selected my third favorite dress. The first two were killer dresses, showing off everything I had and maybe more."

"Maybe more?"

"Yes, if you had an imagination that would qualify as a maybe more, understand?"

"Capice," I said resorting to an Italian expression that meant the same thing.

"Anyway, I decided on a dark green silk blouse and paired it with a high-slit wraparound black skirt. Since the blouse was a clingy thing, I went braless, knowing the silk fabric would constantly keep my nipples aroused. And, for kicks, and because of my confidence that we would wind up in bed at some point in the evening, I added a garter-belt, sheer stockings and the sexiest black pumps I owned. At the last minute, as I studied myself in the mirror, I removed the black lace panties for the shock effect it would have on him.

The dinner was catered and already in the oven when the doorbell rang. I took a moment to check my makeup and touch up my hair, then raced to answer it.

My buoyant erotic high dissolved to an all-time low as Palo, dressed in a cream colored, linen sports jacket and charcoal brown slacks smiled in greeting.

For standing next to him was a startlingly beautiful woman he quickly introduced as Marion, his fiancé.

I don't know how well I disguised my disappointment. But I managed to invite them in. I'm certain that Marion saw right through me, I don't know to this day what Palo thought. Yet Marion actually saved the evening, moving right in and helping with the hors d'ourves while I made everyone drinks. I made mine a triple. The dinner itself was a blur. I don't remember any of it. Of course the second triple drink helped me there. But somehow I avoided making a complete disaster of things and following desert we had some coffee, but were all pretty well three-sheets to the wind.

Now, I should tell you that from the very start of the evening I found Marion funny and intelligent; and that at some point, probably after my second triple drink, I realized that she was staring at my nipples at least as much as Palo was. And his eyes on them had been up to that point my personal high for the evening, at least until then, for he couldn't take his eyes off them.

I would have made a witty remark about it, except I feared it might have hurt Marion's feelings and somehow I didn't want to do that. But on discovering that she appreciated them as well I thought I'd be clever and managed to open a button or two so as to flaunt them even more. I should have realized I was already tipsy and my so-called cleverness was obvious to all concerned except myself.

A few minutes later Marion changed the course of the evening by asking if I had, by some chance any X-rated videos.

"Well, yes I do, but..."

"Oh, please, let's put one on," she pleaded, "I'm so horny right now and look at Palo..."

I looked. His cock was fairly bulging out of his slacks. He followed my eyes and laughed.

"It's your nipples," he said. "They've been driving me wild all evening. I think it's deliberate, but can't be positive," he finished somewhat lamely.

"It's deliberate," Marion said. "And they are lovely. Would you mind showing at least one of them to us, Maggie, my dear?"

"You want to see my breast?"

"Yes, Maggie, either that, or both of them if you want."

"You won't believe this, but I was in a trance-like state, and my fingers moved to the buttons of my green silk blouse and slowly undid the remaining ones. I didn't rush and they both waited patiently for me to finish. The blouse finally drifted away to the floor.

Marion's eye's lit up. "God, Palo, look at her breasts, they're gorgeous!"

Palo nodded in affirmation and licked his lips. I can still see his pink tongue, the tongue I wanted jammed down my throat; the tongue that was reserved for her.

'Hmmmm, oh, well, ' I thought, 'so much for trying to figure things out ahead of time.'

But Marion was still speaking and I only caught her last few words. They were enough to jolt me back to sobriety, at least enough to understand that things had taken a sudden change of direction and I realized for the first time since seeing the two of them at my front door that the evening still held some promise. Although exactly what that entailed I had no idea.

"Some women," Marion was saying, "are so lucky to have such beautiful tits. Me, I'm lucky to have these cupcakes," and she pulled her sweater over her head, unhooked her bra and thrust her chest out in my direction.

"Now, now baby," Palo said soothingly, "how many times do I have to tell you it's the appeal, the allure of them that influences my lust for them and my love for you?"

But Marion's eyes never left mine.

"And what do you think, Maggie?"

I found myself licking my lips in want. I just had to taste her breasts... and I knew I was going to make love to her. I knew it and perhaps had known it for a while, but hadn't admitted it to myself.

"Me?" I said. "I think a woman's breasts are like a man's penis. They vary in size, but they bring an intrinsic value into sexual play."

"An intrinsic value?" Marion said and smiled at me.

"Yes. It's not the breasts themselves, it's the woman. I don't want to get philosophical here, but like a man's penis, it's not the size that counts, but how they use it, understand?"

"And she uses 'it' extremely well," Palo added.

"Shut up, Palo," Marion laughed.

But the hardening of her nipples before our very eyes told the true story and I felt compelled to say something, anything before she covered them up and we went on to a more mundane conversation, cooling our mutual desires in the process.

"I've never been with a woman," I said simply.

Palo looked from me to Marion and a sly smile crossed his face. "Why don't we have a look at Maggie's bedroom, shall we?" And not waiting for my response, he placed a hand at Marion's and my backs and ushered us into the boudoir.

I found myself moving toward my king-size bed in something of a daze-like trance, feeling the urgency of expectation of newness and also the wanton desire of pure lust; for I would now possess both of them.

At the side of the bed I stopped and turned to them. "How do we... begin this?"

Marion's eyes flicked to Palo's wanting him to answer, putting him in control.

"Let's start with a kiss. You two first," he said.

Marion smiled at me and opened her arms and I leaned into her and slowly brushed my lips across hers. Her lips were so soft and pliable. I can still close my eyes and feel them. That first contact, I mean. The second kiss was even better, it lasted a while and while we didn't swap tongues or anything, it was tremendously sensual. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding with excitement. I realized for the first time that our nipples were rubbing against each other and that added to my excitement. I was certainly leaking like a faucet down below and feared they would notice and laugh at me. I really needn't have been concerned about that. Later I would see Palo's manhood literally oozing with precum and of course when I got near Marion's pussy... well, she was perhaps wetter than I, but for the moment I did have that crazy fear that my all to obvious desire for her would be exposed.

"Once more with feeling," Palo said, urging us on. I opened my eyes and saw Marion's eyes smoldering with lust. "Kiss me again," she said in a husky tone.

Marion's lips were incredibly soft. It was totally unlike kissing a man. I couldn't believe how arousing it was. Our mouths opened simultaneously as we tentatively sought each others tongues. In the distant background I heard Palo's voice urging us on. I thrust my pelvis out to meet Marion's groin and a moment later she was grinding her pussy into mine. I whimpered when she sucked my tongue into her mouth and I was lost. I had to have her... I had to have them both.



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Chapter 11: Explanations, continued




"Shall I continue?" Maggie asked me as she hefted my hardened cock in her hand.

"Of course. Please finish the story. I need to know all about Palo and Marion... and you."

That pleased her and giving me a strong squeeze, she said, "If at any time it gets to be too much for you..."

I finished the line for her by saying, "Just say the word and you'll move on to something else?"

She bent her head and kissed the very tip of my dick.

"Exactly," she said.



And resumed her story.

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"It was an eternity later that our lips parted and I looked at her with astonishment.

"That was..." was all I could manage. Marion's lips were glistening with my saliva and my hand went to her cupcake sized breast and slowly caressed it; causing her to moan in appreciation.

Palo cleared his throat and brought the two of us back to reality.

"How was that?" Marion gushed.

"I... err," I mumbled and she smiled at me.

"Extremely erotic," Palo said, chiming in, his voice a mere whisper as he reached down to his groin and adjusted himself. The huge bulge in his slacks was topped off by a spreading stain.

"Take them off before you ruin them," Marion told him and like a child he promptly obeyed her, shucking them down to his ankles and then kicking them across the room. He wore no underwear. I shook my head in near astonishment. Palo had the most incredibly beautiful body I had ever seen. His wide chest was tight, smooth and muscular. His torso tapered neatly to a flat, washboard stomach and narrow waist. And he had a magnificent ass; high round and tight, that belied the powerful thrusts he would be capable of in making love.

But what really took my breath away was his cock. A simply gorgeous, long, thick pole that stood straight up, practically reaching his navel.

I tried not to stare, but couldn't help myself. I had never, never in my life been this aroused, and the sight of his superb weapon and Marion's kisses had me on the brink of a mighty orgasm.

Marion caught me staring at it and gave me a sly smile. And then, teasing my incredibly sensitive nipples between her fingers, she leaned into me and asked,

"Shall we have another?" But before I could respond, she added, "Of course Palo gets a sample too. Would you prefer to try his lips first?"

"You..." I whispered, "You first," and I turned to her once again, my body already aching to press against hers, Palo and his body almost a distant memory in my anxiety to meld my body with hers.

"This time we just melted into each other's mouth. Our tongues quickly began an urgent dance and this time Marion drew mine into her hot mouth. Our passions grew quickly and in a matter of seconds, I was whimpering again, trying to draw Marion's fiery tongue into my mouth.

"Marion," I heard Palo say, "Play with her tits."

There was only the slightest pause from Palo's command to Marion's response. We were still kissing as her free hand cupped the underside of my left breast.

I could feel the warmth and moisture of her hand on my flesh and I loved the softness of her touch. Wanting more, I turned my body against her hand, filling it with the fullness of my breast. Marion purred and just held it lightly.

Our tongues were dueling with an almost fastidiously gracefulness when Palo spoke again. "Squeeze it Marion, squeeze it."

And Marion did. Lightly, gently, wonderfully. I moaned softly, deep into her mouth, and she squeezed my breast harder. I lay my hand on hers, dragging over my pounding heart to the nipple and we caressed it together.

Then Palo's fingers were gliding over the other breast. I never imagined a man could have such a silky smooth touch, but he did and I reveled in it.

Moaning with desire I broke off our kiss, giddy with contentment on seeing her mouth searching desperately for mine. She had a glazed, angelic expression on her face and could barely catch her breath. I'm sure I was the same.

"Will you please make love to me?" I gasped and tore the blouse from my body.

Marion nodded and I untied the belt of my skirt, ignoring Palo, who was tweaking the nipple of my other breast until my skirt pooled at my feet. The sight of my garter belt and almost completely shaven pussy caused him to release my breast and sink slowly to his knees. And as he lathered my pussy with his saliva and serpentine tongue my knees went weak and I found myself leaning against Marion for support. Still keeping his face to my overly drenched cunt, Palo reached up to grab my wrist and made me feel his huge cock... and it was the grandest, throbbingest cock I had ever imagined possible.

I was ready to come when Marion called his name and told him it was her turn. Blindly, I turned to clutch at her and met thin air. Before I fell, they both took hold of me and brought me to the bed and lay me down. Marion was kneeling over me when I opened my eyes. Her breasts hovered delicately over my face, much smaller than mine, exquisitely shaped and firm, oh so firm. Nipples as hard as blood-red marbles, their tips pointing up at me.

Finding my voice, I told her they were beautiful and reached for them. She moaned and I sighed as my fingertips gently found their way around the puffy, red circles of her swollen areolas.

"Pinch them Maggie!" Palo cooed. "She loves it."

I slid my thumbs and forefingers up to her nipples, capturing them and squeezing them gently. Marion shut her eyes and groaned loudly and I leaned in to kiss them.

She whimpered as I kissed first her left nipple and then her right, noticing how truly sensitive they were. Time passed and I relinquished her nipples and let my fingers drift further down her taut body to her waist and then down the magnificent slope of her ass. Palo intervened then, but only to help Marion remove her skirt and shoes.

I realized I only wore my sheer stockings, garter belt and pumps and a pearl necklace.

Marion laughed nervously as Palo struggled with the zipper of her skirt until it finally surrendered and he peeled it from her magnificent torso. He had less trouble with her sheer, white bikini panties. I saw her then, just a fringe of pubic hair and moved quickly to position myself some seven or eight inches from her pussy, which I might add, was perhaps even wetter than mine was. I had never really looked at another woman the way I was studying Marion's pussy. I can honestly say that I was transfixed by the absolute floral beauty of her thick, pouty labia glistening with what I would soon discover to be sweet, fragrant juices.

With a loud moan, I began to caress her wonderful, supple ass and then with an even louder moan, I pulled on her behind, bringing her pussy to my mouth and kissed it, brushing my lips over her wet labia in much the same manner as we had begun our first kiss.

I know now that I caught her off guard, for she gasped in surprise and I felt the tremor that ran through her. Then she was pushing her cunt into my face, as I summoned a brazenness that I never thought I possessed, inhaling her rich, feminine scent and then nibbling on her outer lips as she gasped joyfully, crying out, "YES! YES! YES!"

It was my very first taste of another woman's cunt. And let me tell you, I was hooked.

What followed for the next forty-five minutes remains mostly a blur to me. I couldn't possibly remember all the details. But the joy that ensued, the absolute ecstasy of it is still, to this day, unforgettable.

Completely ignoring Palo, Marion and I kissed incessantly as if starved for one another; and then just slowly and sensuously melted into each other, groaning and whimpering our stiff, acutely sensitive nipples met, rubbed each other and then our tits crushed together. Our bodies sparkled with silky perspiration as we squeezed each other, rolling on the bed, bellies rubbing, legs intertwined, pubic bones grinding together, as our juices mingled. And still we clung to that kiss; even as our hands slid over each another's dampened back and then cupped and squeezed each other's ass. This was what love making was intended to be.

We stopped kissing only to catch our breath, but our bodies stayed entwined, breast to breast, belly to belly, cunt to cunt. Looking deep into each other's glazed eyes, Marion made the decisive move, twisting around after severing our kiss; she nibbled her way down my body. My hands left her ass and went to her head guiding her to the desired location. She paused at my breasts and suddenly her mouth was savagely attacking my tits, licking, lapping, sucking and biting. She drew a nipple into her mouth, and I can still feel her tongue flicking it and the incredible pounding pulse beat that ensued.

And just as quickly, Marion went gentle on me and I nearly swooned as she bit the other nipple so gently it wouldn't have dented a butterfly's wing. It was exquisite -- simply exquisite -- that was the feeling roaring through me.

My next recollection was that of her tongue moving across my stomach, only to stop at the small tuft of pubic hair just above my pussy. And then with my hands urging her head lower, she moved to me; and I parted my thighs in readiness.

While all this was going on I had no idea where or what Palo was doing, nor did I care.

Suddenly the sweet, pungent aroma of Marion's juices filled my nostrils, almost overwhelming me. At first I thought it my own smell, but on opening my eyes, I saw that she had shifted her body so that her pussy was now inches from my face. For a minute there I didn't move, I stared at her beautiful cunt as her fragile, inner labia opened and closed like a slow-motion movie of a flower going through its daily cycle. I moved even closer and saw her opening covered in dew-like juices and realized that my tongued was protruding as far as it could from my mouth.

I think I parted her thighs with my hands before licking her, but I'm not sure. I do recall placing my hands under her ass to raise her hips a bit and pasting my mouth to her and sucking ferociously on her. That I remember vividly.

And I also remember just as vividly the feel of her tongue gliding into me like a snake, slithering here and there and everywhere and I was coming, coming, coming.

But I never slacked off my voracious sucking on Marion. The memory of her burning hot, velvety smooth walls is indelible in my mind. I can bring it back full force almost any time. "Look at me, I'm drooling down there. I'm ready to come right now just from thinking about her tongue in me... my first tongue lashing and perhaps the best tongue I've ever received."

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I glanced at Maggie's cunt and saw it was true. Her juices were gushing out of her cunt and trickling down her thighs. I went down on her and brought her to an almost instant release and I kept at her until she shoved me away.

"Thank you darling," Maggie gasped as she regained her breath. "I needed that, and badly, but let me finish the story, alright?"

"Please do," I said and she resumed her story.



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The next thing I remember is that Palo was hovering over me, or at least his massive cock was.

"You think I'm such a slut don't you," I said to him.

"No, not at all, Maggie, I would never think of you that way."

"But I intended to seduce you and wound up being seduced by Marion..."

"Marion has seduced many women... and men, just ask her."

Marion laughed and said, "It's second nature to me now. When I see someone I want, I usually get them. And I want you."

Palo's fingers were moving in and out of my quivering labia, and I couldn't respond to either of them, not then. All I could do was whimper and squirm under his manipulating fingers.

Finally I found my voice and moaned, "Oh yes... Oh yes," and grabbed his ass cheeks as my hips lifted from the bed. I had this irresistible impulse to suck him and twisted about until kneeling between his legs, then reached out with trembling hands to grasp his throbbing member. I recall that after I'd wrapped my hands around it there was plenty left sticking out above my fists.

Marion wormed her way behind me and pushed me forward so that she had access to my pussy and began to tongue me there. I gave a huge shiver of delight at that sensation, but managed to keep pumping my hands up and down his shaft as I watched his pre-cum begin to ooze from his slit and trickle down the shaft to my fingers.

I remember giggling as I smeared it all over the tip of his erection, making the head sparkle under the lamp light.

Then, still holding him with one hand, I lifted his balls, amazed at their heavy weight. I could feel them moving, almost wiggling around in my palm. It was with an automatic motion that I bent lower and licked them each in turn and caused Palo to moan.

My tongue worked a wet path across their wrinkled surface and he groaned again and I opened my mouth as wide as possible and took one ball inside, filling my mouth and causing my cheeks to bulge and then I sucked on it.

"Oh Jesus," Palo moaned as he felt me sucking him. He squirmed as my tongue laved over the swollen testicle in my mouth. I thought of biting him and realized the awful pain that would cause and quickly put the thought out of my mind.

Meanwhile, Marion was working her magic on me. I shivered again as her well trained tongue went from my juicy labia all the way down to my little pink, puckered asshole. I screamed and released his testicle, watching it as it fell from my mouth. And then Marion was eating me, having pried my lips apart and urged her tongue into me; licking, lapping and sucking wantonly. I imagined her tongue a gigantic cock as it wormed its way into my squishy wet cunt. She seemed to be burrowing deeper and deeper and while I knew that was impossible, I still held the thought that it was so.

I screamed out in joy and heard her moan in reply. And suddenly my ass was thrashing wildly as I jerked with both hands upon Palo's erection and tried to push off my own orgasm for a minute, a second, a moment longer, wanting this precious time to last forever. But Marion persisted, lathering my sweet sensitive slit with that tongue, that unforgettable instrument of ecstasy, and when she sent a finger into me and attacked my clittie, drawing the warm, slippery nub into her mouth and furiously flicking that serpentine muscle over it time after time in a virtual feeding frenzy, I drew in one long, loud, screaming breath and froze, my entire being rigid, waiting, waiting, waiting... and then I came, screaming, writhing, groaning and whimpering; losing all of my breath at once. And then I came again, almost immediately and found myself crying as she cradled my head to her breasts.

I was completely drained, physically and emotionally. My drenched pussy was ultra sensitive so much so that even the slightest movement caused me to tremble and shake.

They let me rest for a few minutes and then Palo was kissing me ever so gently on the lips while Marion did the same to my breasts. I had such a blissful feeling then, I was probably happier than I'd ever been in my life and knew that the night was young and so much more lay ahead for me. Then they both decided to relax along with me and we lay there, with me in the middle, pressed together melding our perspiration.

I don't know how much time passed before I remembered I had left off Palo in the middle of my blowjob and with a soft cry I reached for and found his almost hard cock. After jerking him to his full size I returned to his testicles, now even heavier than before and took each one in turn into my mouth. When I'd finished sucking on them both were dripping with my saliva. I continued caressing them with the tips of my fingers, and brought my eager tongue to his shaft and slowly licked him up and down. I pumped my hand slowly up and down the now slimy, wet shaft and felt him tremble. Sensing that he was ready to come, I eased of on my masturbation, but continued teasing him.

I looked to Marion for guidance and she nodded affirmatively to me. I went back to stroking Palo's erection and had to smile as I watched the blood filling his shaft and increasing its size, getting bigger, it seemed with each stroke. He was dripping a steady stream of his juice. I listened to him groan as I gave him a hard squeeze and then stuck out my tongue until it was directly in the path of his oozing excitement. When the pre-cum reached my questing tongue, it changed direction and began to trickle into my mouth.

Now I was moaning deliriously, and incredibly horny I had to have him in my mouth. At this point Marion began to lick my ass hole and I lost it. I quite teasing Palo and opening my mouth as wide as I could, gobbled him up.

"Oh my God," Palo moaned and lifted his hips, ready to come. But I pulled away before he could. I don't know where the strength to do it came from, for all I wanted at that moment with Marion's tongue flirting with the puckered entrance to my ass and wanting nothing more in the world than to have this fantastic man come in my mouth, I took him out of my mouth and squeezed the base of his shaft and thereby held him off from coming. I did make him groan though; a mighty loud groan at that. And from a distance, I heard Marion giggling at my action.

I counted to 30 before licking the crown of his cock and running my tongue around the corona.

"SUCK IT!" He bellowed.

And I did. Pumping him faster and faster as I sucked voraciously upon him; wanting him to call me the greatest cocksucker he'd ever known and I wanted him to do it in front of Marion.

Palo's legs tightened as he fought for control. I pulled my mouth away from his throbbing cock, keeping my hand firmly around his thick shaft. And then I began to blow my warm, moist breath over his steaming prick, enjoying the fact that I was driving him crazy. But I tried to suck him again and that did it, just a split second after taking him into my mouth and giving him one more frenzied suck... he loosed a torrent of jizm down my throat, choking me with both surprise and the tremendous volume of his load. Yanking him from my throat, I caught the second line directly on my nose and the third in my right eye. And all the while I was choking, blinking and gasping for a breath that would not come. Not until Marion, quick thinking Marion slammed her hand against my back and restored my ability to breath. I took a long gasp of air and then a second shorter gasp and quickly seized Palo's cock in my hand and brought him back to my eager lips and caught his fourth and last line of ejaculate on my tongue. Then Marion was wresting him away from me, taking him into her hungry mouth and sucking down whatever remnants were left while I savored his delectable flavor before swallowing and imagining it flowing right down to my stomach.

Then my eye began to hurt and I realized my vision was blurred and I got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom to wipe my eye. There in front of the mirror I had to laugh at myself, for a large string of his ejaculate hung from my nose like snot, just out of reach of my tongue. Yes, I did try to capture it with my tongue, but had to settle on using a finger and wrapped the strand around my finger only to find Marion at my side, her open mouth reminding me of a baby bird seeking a worm from its parent. And so I shared the string with her. Taking turns licking and sucking it off my finger; we bonded as only two women who suddenly found themselves in love can do.

"JESUS!" Palo said as he sauntered into the bathroom and watched us finishing off his sperm through the reflection provided by the mirror. "Maggie... you are amazing!"

"Mmmm," I said quickly swallowing the last of my share, "You liked it, huh?"

"Damn right I liked it. It was... hey, I'm sorry Marion, but I gotta tell the truth, it was the greatest blowjob I've ever had by a mile. And not to slight Marion here, who also gives great head."

"I agree with that, Marion does give great head," I said laughing and was delighted when Marion smiled back at me and then moved in to kiss my lips. She surprised me by sending a mix of saliva and sperm into my mouth. I quickly ended that kiss and reached for Palo and transferred it to his mouth. He promptly swallowed it and then laughed aloud as we licked each other's come covered lips.

"You've devoured Palo, darling Maggie, now how about eating me?"

I took Marion by the hand and led her back to the bed, sat her down and knelt down in front of her. Marion, needing no further prodding, spread her legs leaving her dripping puss just inches from my yearning mouth. I examined her for a moment and then dove in tongue first, the very tip of my tongue searching this way and that until it collided with the forward wall of her cunt and elicited a huge moan of lusty gratification. I waited until her moan subsided and moved out and over her clit.

Marion's fingers were tearing at my hair as she started to buck and moan.

'There! That's it! Suck me there!"

I increased the intensity of my cunnilingus.

"UGH!" She gasped, and I felt a sharp pain on my ass cheek and realized Palo was spanking me and that the pain was remarkably stimulating. But still I had Marion to please and although reveling in the delight of each successive stroke, I concentrated all my effort into getting her off.

I moved my hands to Marion's firm round ass and pulled her tighter against my face."

She started to come. I felt it, for every fiber of her body was trembling and shaking. She was a human vibrator. I went to her clit and sucked it into my mouth and then nipped it with my teeth and then I was suddenly flooded with her juices. I was stunned to find them coming and coming at me and for a second thought that somehow her bladder had gotten involved and that she was peeing on me.

Some got into my mouth and I knew then it wasn't pee, but still it came out in torrents, covering my face, chin, breasts and hands. And all the while she was thrashing around violently and screaming out, "I'm still coming!"

That did it for me, and with one last slap on my rear, I discovered that I was coming myself and rolled away from the bed and fell to the floor.

We rested for about fifteen minutes and then I heard Palo say, "I guess it's my turn. And he gathered my up in his arms and deposited me on the bed.

"Oh yes!" I cried, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

And I shivered with delight when he moved the head of his cock over the lips shielding my hole and spread my legs impossibly wide, or so I thought.

He kissed me tenderly and I reacted violently, throwing my arms around his neck and wrapping my legs around his waist and began to squirm against him only to discover that he wasn't inside me and I moaned in despair.

Then Marion came to the rescue, taking his pole in her fist, she placed him at my entrance and smacked him on the ass... and Palo was in!

He began by circling his hips, permitting his corona to sample my warmth and wetness while I bleated my need for him to urge it deeper and deeper.

Then with a bellow, he dropped his hips and his cock slammed into me, almost full length. My fingernails raked his back as he pummeled me with his wonderful cock.

He pushed hard against my pussy, grinding from side to side, and I gasped and my lower belly started to tremble. Palo was super-hard now. I could feel the whole length of his stiff pole, from where its thick root spread me open to how it curved up inside my suddenly silky cunt. I was desperate to feel him shoot his hot load into me. I had tasted him in my mouth. Now I wanted to feel it in my pussy.

My pussy was generating those sloppy, gushy, noises. For some reason this made me feel totally female, totally sexy. Palo's cock was almost frictionless by this point as it slowly, steadily moved in and out edging closer to the explosion I knew was looming.

"Jesus, you're a great fuck, Maggie," he gasped into my ear, but... I really want to eat you before I come again. Do you mind?"

My body was quivering, inside and out. I could feel his erection throbbing and squeezed down around him. I had this strange compulsion to get tighter; a need to feel everything.

"I mean it Maggie," he said, his voice hoarse and he eased himself out of her clutching vagina.

And suddenly his fingers were prying her cunt open, wider than his cock had opened it and then he laughed, as his fingers played in the juices literally running out of my hole. He smeared them over my labia, all over my genitals; for that matter, there was plenty of juice for him to use and I was mortified and yet pleased with the nastiness of it all.

Then Palo spread me even wider and blew warm air on my pulsating clit and before I could scream my joy out at that fantastic sensation his mouth closed down upon me and I was being sucked into a vortex of ecstasy. His mouth was a veritable vacuum, sucking my pussy and the torrent of juices I was spewing out.

I was sooo fucking close to coming, a huge come at that, when he lifted my butt slightly and licked my asshole.

I went crazy.

I went off like a long string of Chinese firecrackers -- bam, bam, bam, bam. One climax after another. Some even seemed to verge on top of the other.

And then he mounted me. I was hopeless, a wreck, but I was certainly game for more. I was still coming as his throbbing prick slammed deep into my cunt. I learned from Marion later that I screamed from the point he made me come with his mouth until three or four minutes after he came inside me.

But something else happened first.

Marion was urging me to lift up and with her help I did hunch myself up. She kissed me and I loved it, not realizing the kiss was a distraction, a pleasant distraction but it served to take what remained of any coherency I still had working as Palo spread my ass apart with his thumbs and quickly moved from my cunt to my puckered asshole. He pushed in just as Marion sucked my tongue into her mouth, trying to swallow it. His large head slithered past my sphincter and into my apparently eager ass.

I severed the kiss trying to turn away but he was in and stayed there, for suddenly there was no discomfort, there had never been any outright pain, and I was enjoying the feeling of his filling my hole with his thick cock.

In less than a minute, Marion and I were deep into another torrid kiss and Palo was stretching the walls of my ass and I was loving that too. Soon Palo was pounding in and out of my ass.

"That's it baby, fuck me!" I cried and he increased his tempo.

"OH GOD!" Palo bellowed as he rammed in as deeply as possible. I could swear I heard his balls gurgle for a second and then I was filled with his burning seed. With the next stroke or two his cock was forcing the come from my ass out onto my thighs, his balls and the sheets.

As for me, I had never stopped coming. I was a total mess, quivering, writhing and shaking uncontrollably until finally I collapsed and rolled into a fetal position. They took turns holding me and giving me comfort. And I lay there for at least an hour, dozing and wakeful, feeling him oozing out of my ass all the while.

They made love while I recuperated, a sixty-nine and while I wanted Marion to eat me again, when they finished, she rose up dressed and then hurried him along. They both kissed med me and before leaving, made a date for the following night. We met constantly after that for over a year, until he died.

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"What no one knew," Maggie said with tears coursing down her cheeks, "was that the night Palo died, Marion took her life; slitting her wrists on hearing of his death. And so the later news that he was being intimate with other women while keeping Marion and me together was more than I could bear."

I took Maggie in my arms and held her until long after she fell asleep.



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Chapter 12

Maggie was still sleeping when Leslie came home around four. Of course I told her what had happened and she gave me a look that was filled with remorse.

"She's really had it tough, you know?"

I nodded, and asked it she wanted a drink.

"Sure, anything as long as it's potent," and she flounced down on the couch.

"What a day," Leslie said, "what a day. Boy if it weren't for last night and all that love making, I think I might have smacked my boss in the face and quit."

So I asked a few questions about her job and learned next to nothing, but all the same it seemed to help Leslie some. Of course, the drink helped as well and I soon had another placed beside her. When it was half finished, I asked Leslie to tell me how she met Maggie.

She burst out laughing. "What? You want the big story? You want the whole sordid tale?"

"Come on, Leslie, you know I didn't mean it that way. I want to know about the both of you and I thought..."

Leslie finished her drink and held it out for another. I got up and made her one, then sat down next to her.

"Okay, now give," I said hoping to prompt her into revealing the details.

Leslie looked directly into my eyes. "Okay, but I'm only going to say this once, so listen carefully."

"All right," I replied.

"See," she said and her words took on a gentle slur from the booze she'd consumed. "You should know all this already, 'cause you was... oops, I'm slurring my words, I mean, you were there."

"What?"

"Thas' right. It was the other night and you was there," she said, pointing her drink at me."

"Oh, Maggie must've known I wanted her. But she never gave me the opportunity until then. I mean, she told me to play along and to strip for you and she knew I was gay and all. She also knew that I mixed a guy in here and there; so she had me play along. I admit, I did get extra horny thinking about you. Of course, there was also the possibility... a good one too, come to think of it, that I'd get her too."

"You did. We did and now we're three together," I said, "and as surprised as I am to hear myself say this, I want you to know that I am very attracted to you as well as Maggie."

"Oh, you're so sweet," she said and kissed me.

Maggie sauntered into the room just as I was digging Leslie's breast out of its C-cup.

"Well, hello sailor!" she said saucily.

"Hi there," I shot back, "care to join us?"

"Hi Maggie," Leslie said, "Feelin' all right?"

"I'm fine lover. How's Jim Dandy, here doing?"

"He seems up to snuff," she said and groped my dick, giving it a little squeeze. "Oh, yeah, he's definitely up."

We all laughed and Maggie joined us on the couch.

After we had all kissed one another a few times, even managing a three-way French kiss, I dimmed the lights and examined both women as if for the first time. They were both so beautiful. Both had a glow; a glow of happiness that warmed my heart.

"What are you staring at?" Leslie asked with an impish grin.

"You two... are... the both of you are so beautiful," I said, and meant every word.

I kissed Leslie again as Maggie moved behind me and wrapped her arms around me. Then she was lifting my shirt off. I unbuttoned Leslie's slacks and started working them off her hips. Maggie had moved to my pants, yanking them and my shorts off in one fell swoop. Soon Leslie and I were naked and Maggie was still dressed. Leslie gave me this smirky look and we pounced on Maggie, tickling her as we removed every stitch of clothing from her body.

Both women took turns in kissing me before turning to one another. Their kiss lasted a while and before it was finished I was as ready as I ever would be.

"Let's take care of our guy," Leslie said, winking at Maggie.

Maggie enthusiastically replied, "Yeah, let's!"

The girls wrestled me into the bedroom. I didn't put up much of a struggle. I helped throw myself on the bed and they quickly fell on top of me, their mouths all over me, licking and kissing. Then with Maggie nipping at my chest, Leslie took me in her mouth and lasciviously sucked on the crown of my dick.

"Mmmm, good!" She chirped, casting her doe like eyes at me.

A second later, Maggie had joined her and they began to blow me as a duo. Of course, every few seconds they left off me to swap spits with each other, or spent precious seconds away from my dick with their tongues entwined before returning to my saliva covered shaft.

This tantalizing blowjob went on and on and on, until after some twenty minutes of hovering at or near the edge of coming, Leslie popped my boiling prick from her mouth and whoop, "Here he comes!"

I came, shooting long ropey lines, some of which landed on me and some on each of their faces.

Although panting from the ordeal of coming, I had plenty of strength left for them and promptly rolled Maggie onto her back and began kissing her face, neck and chest.

Not one to sit around idly, Leslie straddled Maggie's face as soon as I left an opening and heard her cry out, "Yes! Yes!" as Maggie began eating her. Inspired by Maggie's action, I moved lower on her body and buried my face in Maggie's cunt, sucking voraciously on her until I heard her gasping with pleasure.

I felt myself reviving and continued licking and sucking on Maggie as she did the same with Leslie. I should mention that by this time I was laying between Maggie's thighs looking up, when possible, at Leslie squatting over Maggie's face.

I saw Maggie use a finger on Leslie and the reaction that brought on and did the same to Maggie.

The resulting groan was earth-shattering as Maggie came big-time and left off eating Leslie.

Moving swiftly to Leslie, I hefted her body as she giggled inanely. I found her right tit in front of me and nipped at it as her giggling increased in volume. My right hand sought her sopping pussy and sent three fingers easily inside.

"No!" She howled, "Oh, no, no!"

"What's wrong," I gasped.

"Maggie!" Leslie cried out, a quiet desperation in her tone.

"Yes, Lez?"

"Help him... you know, reach under there. Yeah, that's it!"

"Want me to put him in?"

"Yeah," Leslie gasped.

"Push James, push!" Maggie demanded and I pushed.

"Yeah!" Leslie sighed, "Oh, yeah, you're in me, oh, yeah. Feels good!"

"Just a second," I gasp, trying to align my cock for maximum benefit all around.

But Leslie is overly anxious to get off and starts yelling, "Come on! Come on!"

"Fuck her James!" Maggie cries out, throwing her two cents worth in the kitty.

Despite their bitching and moaning I got myself straightened out and with one deep thrust, buried myself in Leslie's cunt.

"AHHHHH!" she yelled. It was a yell full of satisfaction and desire. I shifted my weight, but didn't pull back from the deep recess in which I was embedded.

Leslie's eyelids fluttered.

Her lips trembled.

Maggie laughed and said, "For Christ's sake, her fucking toes are curling up!"

Leslie moaned, "Oh... oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!"

"I'm so fucking full... Maggie... I'm so full!"

"I'm gonna fuck your brains out, Leslie. So get ready."

"I... I'm ready. Give it your best shot, lover."

My hands were on her ass, slowly squeezing the cheeks as I started to lift my ass and ease out of her cuntal channel.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Leslie gasped.

"C'mon baby, work with daddy. Work with me, baby!" I said coaxing her along.

Leslie flexed her legs and began to help, lifting up to meet me on the way down.

I heard her shriek with delight as Maggie tweaked one of her stiffened nipples.

Suddenly a wave of pleasure passed through Leslie's lithe form and she moaned, long and loud.

Panting shallowly, with eyes squeezed shut; mouth open and drool leaking out; grimacing as if giving birth to a huge child, Leslie moaned, "Oh, fuck, YES!"

While Maggie whispered sweet nothings to her as I pounded into her. But only because this was exactly what she wanted from me -- and her harried humping is enough to convince almost anyone of sound mind that this was the case.

"Come on, God damn it!" I bellow, for I am running out of gas. This impossible pace I have struck is just that, impossible and I pray that Leslie comes before I collapse upon her and have to hear her unsatisfied cries.

And the worst happened. I did fail her and collapsed exhausted for the moment. But before Leslie can cry out in anguish, Maggie leaped upon her body -- her head between Leslie's thighs and fills the vacancy I've left with her mouth and tongue.

Leslie's reaction surprised or not, I'll never know, for her legs went straight out, clamping Maggie's head in a vise-like grip; her muscles taut as a bowstring on the pull. Her fingernails digging into Maggie's back and shoulders as she forced Maggie's mouth harder against her loins in a quest for blissful release.

Slowly the two fell into a fevered rhythm, gasping and panting. Ultimately, Leslie lost her grip on Maggie's neck because of the profuse amount of sweat and settled for flailing her arm in the air.

Yet Maggie never lost her concentration, sucking, licking and occasionally using a finger or two and I watched as Leslie's breath changed from rapid pants to ragged gasps and a muscle in her throat jerked and jerked again, as if someone was flipping a switch on and off.

I moved closer, unable to abstain from being with my women, I laid a soft kiss on the twitching muscle and felt Leslie's heart beating on my lips. Absentmindedly I meandered downward and found that my hand was squeezing Leslie's right breast. My tongue circled the areola as I listened to her moaning with pleasure and not from my ministrations, but Maggie's. Two minutes went by before Leslie came with a series of loud screams and when her climax subsided, I guided both of them until they had moved so that they were facing one another, kneeling across my lap.

With as much tenderness as I could muster up I caressed their backs, smoothing my palms over their righteous curves. It was obvious they liked what I was doing for first Leslie and then Maggie began to giggle softly and then they leaned over my erection and kissed each other.

Leslie reached out and toyed with Maggie's stiffened nipples as the kiss lingered on. I watched, fascinated as Maggie's tongue disappeared into Leslie's mouth and her hand found my upturned cock and gave it a pleasant squeeze.

My hands continued their wandering and ultimately I found them digging into each girl's thick mane of luxurious hair. They moved closer to one another and I added my tongue to theirs in a three-way kiss that brought a charge of pre-cum from my strident cock.

"Someone's excited," Maggie said feverishly between kisses.

Margie pulled away from the kiss first. Leslie watched Maggie's eyes as she stroked my cock. Maggie smiled at Leslie who responded by leaning over and taking me into her mouth. Soon she was pumping it up and down, going faster with each jerk. Then Leslie moved in and began to lay a series of butterfly kisses along the sides of my throbbing shaft, causing Maggie's hand to back off.

"Just like the old Doublemint Twins," I husked happily and reached out to cup each of their pussies, feeling the warm wetness on the fingers of each hand. The girls switched, with Leslie going down on me as Maggie licked and fondled my balls. In turn, I teased their clits with my thumbs before plunging my fingers into their sopping wet cunts. They gasped with pleasure and paused in their activities upon my manhood, but only momentarily. Soon enough I watched Leslie's head bobbing on my erection, flicking her pink tongue over the crown and into the tiny hole at the top from whence she delicately sucked the pre-cum gathered there.

I felt Maggie shiver with delight when Leslie's tongue came in contact with hers while she worked up my length; and Maggie began to jerk me off at a faster pace until I placed my hand on hers and forced her to stop.

As soon as Leslie removed her mouth from me, Margie replaced her, sucking even harder if that were possible. She was really into the blowjob, wriggling and moaning -- lifting her ass toward an invisible cock while her head bobbed frantically up and down my saliva coated cock.

Leslie busied herself by taking one of Maggie's luscious nipples and worrying it; then spit it from her mouth to kiss me. I didn't know it until I'd done it, but I shifted position as we kissed and that forced my cock from Maggie's mouth. She didn't move to reclaim it right away. Leslie broke the kiss briefly to drag her lips across my jaw and whispered in my ear, "Don't you love this shit, James?"

"God, yes," I groaned. They both laughed raucously at my plight. I kissed Maggie then, tasting myself on her lips and as the kiss went on, I reached for Leslie and maneuvered her so that her legs were draped over Maggie's and I proceeded to caress the inner portion of her thigh as I carried on with kissing Maggie.

It was Leslie's turn to moan and mine to laugh raucously as I pried her labia apart and fingered her wetness. When the fingers were thoroughly drenched with Leslie's juices, I trailed them over Maggie's cheek to her open mouth and laughed wildly as she sucked the phlegmy residue from them, moaning all the while until I plucked them from her mouth and renewed our tongue torturing kiss.

I broke off kissing her and sought out Leslie's mouth. She moaned too, and as my tongue played with hers my fingers found Maggie's left tit, then her nipple and squeezed it, pulling and twisting at the same time.

She whimpered in ecstasy, crying out for me to fuck her.

I was more than ready to do just that and shoved Leslie away as I ordered Maggie to, "Get on your knees, bitch!"

She did immediately and I ran my hand over her dripping cunt, pulling back when she pushed against it.

She started to groan, but Leslie covered her mouth and kissed her feveredly.

I moved behind Maggie while fingering her cunt with four fingers; guiding her even closer to Leslie. I rose up on my knees and sent my engorged cock into Maggie's gushy cunt from behind in one smooth thrust.

"Oh Fuck," Maggie cried out. "I love your cock in me!"

Leslie, not to be outdone, placed herself directly in front of Maggie, spread her legs apart and presented her pinkish pussy in open invitation to Maggie's mouth.

Maggie promptly accepted the offering and lowered her mouth to it, running her tongue around Leslie's protruding clitoris, teasing it before sending her love muscle into Leslie's now quivering cunthole.

As I thrust deeply in and out of Maggie, I leaned over her shoulder and began to milk her tits one at a time, applying greater and greater pressure on the nipples until I had Maggie's moans in sync with each twist if her nub.

However, she continued to devote herself to Leslie's now frothing cunt.

Eventually I quit milking her and after giving Maggie a moment to rest, plunged my middle finger into her ass. That got her mouth off Leslie long enough to screech in protest.

Maggie soon adjusted to the new pressure and resumed her cunnilingus on Leslie who was showing signs of nearing her climax. I could smell Leslie's arousal as well as Maggie's. Strangely enough, it wasn't long before I was able to distinguish between them, for they did have distinctly different odors.

I quit pumping into Maggie for a moment to watch and tried to learn her technique. Maggie was delicately stroking the open petals of Leslie's cunt with her tongue, using up and down licks. As time passed, her licking and lapping grew stronger, and then she was probing deeply into Leslie's pussy, making Leslie scream with delighted pleasure.

I heard Maggie humming as she worked Leslie over, paying special attention to her friend's now fully engorged clit. I gave two quick thrusts into Maggie causing her to grunt with satisfaction and then left off, content to settle deep inside her for the moment. I noted that with each stroke I pushed her nose and mouth deeper into Leslie's cunt. And suddenly, Maggie changed tactics; resorting to closing her mouth on Leslie's cunt and sucking and licking Leslie's labia and in the process covering her face with Leslie's juices. I froze in place and watched as Maggie attacked Leslie's clit, sucking frantically and almost at the same time she buried three fingers in her tight pussy.

Leslie screamed, "I'm gonna come!"

The fingers fairly flew as they plunged in and out of her. I remained frozen, fearing that if I moved I would upset the magnificent spectacle I had before me.

"Coming! I'm coming!" Leslie screamed and I began to fuck Maggie anew, and now Maggie was screaming too, "Close, my God I'm close, James."

"Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me!"

I was giving it everything I had. My balls were slapping Maggie's ass with each rabid thrust of my cock. Leslie was still coming and still shouting. It seemed they were taking turns out yelling the other in their orgasmic proclamations.

Suddenly, Leslie was whimpering. Her back arched involuntarily and she threw her head back. Then she was spewing forth a copious amount of juices, so much so, that Maggie had to pull away for she could not take any more in her mouth.

I watched in awe as Leslie came like a man would, well to be more factual, it looked as though she were pissing, but I knew that couldn't be and had to assume she was coming hard and with tremendous effect.

As soon as Leslie ended her amazing display I resumed my fucking of Maggie. Having finished eating Leslie, Maggie now took a moment to pleasure herself, reaching back between her legs to rub her own clit furiously as I pounded relentlessly into her.

Once again I sent a finger into her puckered rosebud. This time the resulting effect was quite different.

Maggie uttered a soft groan rather than shrieking. I sent a second finger in after the first and she moaned quietly and then shuddered.

Sensing that she was close to coming, I eased my cock out of her slick-walled cunt until only the very tip hung on the edge of her sodden entrance. Maggie was rubbing her clit for all she was worth and I sent my prick surging into her, bouncing against what had to be her cervix.

She groaned loudly.

I pulled out and sent it plunging in to the hilt; my balls slapping her ass as I repeated the entire motion six times in a row. I could feel the pressure build within her and then she exploded, chanting, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" until she collapsed in Leslie's arms exhausted and totally fucked.

I had an all day hardon and turned quickly to Leslie.

"You fucking slut," I snarled, "where do you want it, cunt or ass?"

"Ass, you motherfucker!" She snarled right back at me. Leslie was already strumming her clit, heating up her little engine.

Maggie was writhing on the sheets right beside us, lost in her post-orgasmic stupor.

I made sure my cock was sufficiently lubed up and then decided to add a rubber for safety's sake. Entering Leslie proved surprisingly easy.

Leslie was screaming in anticipation, "Fuck me with that big fucking cock of yours. Fuck my ass."

It was during the second thrust into her that Leslie's ass gripped my cock like a vice, and it took me some time to work it back out.

"Go a little slower, baby, "Leslie cooed. "Let the muscles in my ass help you get back out, I think we'll both enjoy it a lot more that way."

She was right. After the forth time I noticed that it was much easier, and also that Leslie's groans had disappeared. Now all I heard was a soft grunt as I maxed out in her rectum and a fart-like sound as she helped to expel me back out of her.

"Ummm," Leslie sighed and discovering that Maggie was watching us brought her into the action, saying, "Get under me, Maggie, lick my pussy."

Maggie scrambled to comply as I drove my cock all the way in and eased it back out.

I could hear Maggie sucking at Leslie's juice riddled cunt as I opened her ass wider and wider with each thrust. My head was spinning from clutching muscles of her ass

on my cock, and from the sheer nastiness of what we were doing.

Leslie flipped her head to one side and looked back at me; her eyes bright with lust.

"Fuck my ass, man," she gasped.

"C'mon, suck my cunt, bitch!"

She grunted, urging the both of to greater heights.

Immediately, I abandoned my slow-stroke technique and pounded into her. In so doing I managed to dislodge Maggie's face from her cunt, but that didn't seem to matter.

Leslie was there.

"Ohhhhhh, Christ!" She moaned as I drove in and bottomed out.

"How's that tender ass feel now, slut?" I howled as I ravaged her rectum.

"Oh, YES! Are ya gonna come in my ass?"

"I'm gonna come all over you!" I responded and meant it.

"Come in my face!" She bleated.

I pulled out, tore the rubber off and spun her around.

Leslie knelt there, mouth agape as I exploded. The first blast took her across the forehead, with a huge dollop careening down over the length of her nose. The next she managed to catch on the tip of her tongue and the following two managed to take in portions of her neck and tits.

I realized that Maggie was almost violently whacking me off, squeezing my dick to make sure every last drop came out; and then they were kissing, swapping my sperm back and forth before finally each swallowed a portion.

"None for me?" I asked.

"Here, this is for you," Maggie laughed and scooped up a large dollop from Leslie's chest on two fingers and fed it to me. I savored both the taste and the fevered memory of what had transpired.

But we weren't finished.

Leslie came to me, shoved her tongue into my mouth while reaching under Maggie to finger her pussy in as rough a fashion as I'd ever seen or done myself. Maggie responded by bucking wildly at the unexpected onslaught. At the same time, our kiss grew rough as well, I chipped a tooth during one of our collisions, but we kept at it and soon realized my dick was thickening again.

Maggie covered Leslie's hand with her own as her clitoris was violently stimulated. I wasn't sure if Maggie sought to ease the roughness or keep Leslie's fingers rubbing her there. Maggie's release came soon after and the two women collapsed on the bed spent from their exertions.



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Chapter 13: Leslie's story

As the three of us lay on the bed recuperating, I asked Leslie to tell me her story.

"What do you mean my story?" She asked.

"I meant how you came to be bi-sexual."

"Hmmm," she said as if pondering what to tell and what to leave out. Eventually she came to a decision and said, "Okay, I guess I'll tell you everything. Even Maggie hasn't heard some of the sordid details.

"Oh goody," Maggie chimed in.

"First off, I was married at eighteen to a handsome guy named Jed. Don't make fun of his name, he was a southerner and came by the name honestly, being named after his great-great-great grandfather."

I looked at Maggie and through eye contact, agreed not to interrupt the telling of Leslie's story.

Six months into the marriage... oh, Jed was twenty-two... we were still experimenting with sexual positions and the like. We both enjoyed sex. I found it even more wonderful than I had imagined and was open to all of his suggestions. So it should come as no surprise that the day Jed proposed we add another women to the equation, I didn't fight it. Actually, like all the other things sexual, I welcomed it. I even convinced myself that I would be the ultimate modern women after having tried bi-sexuality.

"Let's see... the first one was Una, a woman we met at a club in the city. She was a thirty something Financial District secretary by day and a bi-swinger at night. We lured her and two of her girlfriends home with us that Friday with the promise of a hot tub and some grass; and around three AM her two friends drove home without her.

The wine and the hot tub, not to mention what we'd had to drink at the club had us mellow and hazy and comfortable with one another, but not quite ready for an orgy. No, the fact is we fell asleep nude on our king-sized bed.

I woke around six. I always wake up at that hour; anyway, Jed was fucking Una full out. And she was giving as good as she got." Leslie's eyes closed as she summoned back the memory. "I lay on my side and watched as I rubbed my eyes. Her long legs wrapped around his waist; her nails digging into his back as he pummeled her with his six inch dick. It was kind of like looking at a 3 - dimensional movie, albeit a porno movie. And I had to reach out and touch them to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

First I touched Jed's ass which was pumping into Una like crazy. But since he did actually sleep with me that wasn't all that satisfactory in convincing me this was real and so I reached over and stroked Una's curly brown hair and she smiled and cupped my breast. Jed came and her body stiffened, shook several times and then she lay still as Jed rolled off her leaving a trail of his semen on her bush and inner thigh. But Una's hand remained on my breast, growing more active. I mean she began to toy with my nipples and I found that I liked it. It felt good, not at all like the way Jed played with them, but gentler, bringing pleasure to them for the very first time.

Jed went back to sleep and after a time Una was lightly snoring and I got up and made coffee and had some breakfast. They were still asleep when I'd finished so I went back to bed. An hour or so later I awoke to find Jed licking my pussy. Una watched as he got me off and I was ready to drift back to a warm cozy sleep when to my surprise, Una took Jed's place between my legs. Soon thereafter, the three of us were entangled. If I remember right, Una was on top of Jed and I was straddling his head. Una and I were face to face, playing with each other's breasts as Jed lay fairly still allowing Una to grind her pussy into his dick.

Then she stopped moving and whispered to me, "He's about to come. It's your turn" and she rolled off and over to the edge of the bed. I spun around and inhaled Jed's slippery cock into my pussy and, with only a few seconds to spare, felt him spurting inside me as I mashed my hips around and around on him.

Una was a regular weekend visitor for two months, but she eventually grew a little bored with the sameness of it all, after the newness wore off. So, one weekend she had some excuse why she couldn't come, and after that her visits were less frequent until, after another month had gone by, she stopped completely.

But Jed was a resourceful guy and soon had another girl whose name I no longer remember. We just moved from one to the next. A college senior, two years older than me named Millie was one I recall. Her favorite thing was to dance her mouth on my pussy as her fingers diddled her own clit and Jed filled her with his cock from the rear. When she climaxed she would suck my clit between her pursed lips and hold me there, transmitting a long, drawn-out moan into my body that pulled me over the edge to join her.

Then there was Rose, a petite Chinese-American waitress who served us at a coffee shop on Eighth Avenue and who we later served in our bed at home. She had pensively mysterious eyes, shiny black hair and small, dark nipples that seemed perpetually hard. Her wispy black pubic hair framed brown labia that blossomed open to expose a marvelous pink interior and an equally hard clitoris. Rose was the most oral person I had ever known, both in giving and receiving, and could string together a half dozen stupendous orgasms over an evening, complete with writhing body and vocal shrieks that we were convinced would result in the police knocking on our door. Jed always seemed to relish working his cock into her pussy as a finale. Afterwards he would tell me how snug it was, how he would bump up against her high end and still not be completely inside her, and how tight it would grip him when she climaxed in a thrashing frenzy.

Some relationships spanned months, and others were one-night stands. The one that stands out above all the others was perhaps the shortest, though in some ways the longest, was with Gretchen, our next-door neighbor for more than a year. She and her husband, Earl, had rented the adjacent house not long after Jed and I had bought ours out on Long Island. Gretchen and Earl had a noisy, combative relationship, arguing about money and Earl's lazy nature and, as Gretchen confided to me one afternoon over a pitcher of wine coolers on my deck, his frequent womanizing.

Eventually Gretchen decided that she'd had enough. She showed up at our door one Tuesday evening with shining eyes and a determined jaw. "I'm leaving him," she announced, "tonight, before he gets home. Asshole said he'd be home when the bars close. I packed my things and called my sister in Passaic to tell her I'm coming." Jed and I just stood there and listened to her. "But there's one thing I've always wanted to do, living next to you two all this time and watching you and all those other women." Jed and I glanced at each other. Gretchen walked right up to him, put her hands on his chest, and kissed him.

I suppose it was supposed to be one of those goodbye fucks for the three of us and a goodbye fuckoff for Earl, in absentia. It may have been her first time with a woman, but Gretchen acted as though she'd been doing threesomes all her life. She wanted to try it all. By the time she left our house shortly before midnight, she'd sucked off Jed, brought me to a screaming orgasm with her mouth and fingers, been on the receiving end of the very same thing from both Jed and me, had been fucked to two more orgasms by Jed in three different positions, and had persuaded Jed to finish them both off in her virgin ass. She lay on her stomach on the bed as he took her, her chin quivering nervously, gripping my hands in her two tight fists. Her last orgasm found her with a sweaty brow and wet palms and a profoundly surprised expression on her face, and it left her limp and weak-legged when we walked her to the door.

"I'm gonna have to find a cheap motel up the highway for tonight," she said, kissing us goodbye. "I'm in no condition to drive all the way through."

"Jed, ever the southern gentleman, insisted on driving her to Passaic, roughly a hundred miles away. I let him. He was gone four days and returned with no excuse."

"We didn't break up right away, but that was it for me. Eight months later I flew to Reno and got my divorce. I didn't ask Jed for anything except my freedom. I haven't seen or heard from him since and haven't the foggiest idea where he is or what he's doing; or if he's still among the living."

"Of course I met a guy in Reno. Thaddeus Bentley, Thad for short. A big black stud who had an enormous cock on him. I hadn't had sex with another man since I'd gotten together with Jed. I liked the idea of doing it with Thad and did.

"Wow!"

"I remember telling him to, 'go lie down.' And he scooted up to the headboard, flipped over on his back and leaned against the overstuffed pillows, legs sprawled out, his lovely gracefully, curved cock... did I tell you it was perhaps ten inches in length and so thick I couldn't get my hand around it? It was a long black shaft with this pink rimmed, mushroom head... oh, God, it was so lovely."

Leslie paused in the telling to recall a particular moment, I thought that she was back there sucking on that black dick once again and let her enjoy the moment.

She wasn't gone long though and soon returned to her story.

"Where was I? Oh, yes, I was describing his cock. Now James, yours is lovely and quite big thank you. But Thad's was monstrous. I know, I know, all the stories about black men and their gigantic penises, and I have to say that's mostly a myth; that theirs are no bigger or no smaller than the typical white male, both from what I've seen and found comparing notes with other women."

"Anyway, as I played with it, it continued to expand. Craning my neck back so that I could see his face. He was a very handsome man, by the way. I bent his cock to me and began to lick it from the base to the very tip. Now as you know, I love sucking cock. I also love to watch the guy's face while I'm doing it. Watch his pupils dilate as he gets more and more excited; watch him watching me. Christ I'm close to coming, just thinking about Big Bad Thad.

"Shall I nibble on you while you talk?" Maggie asked.

"Thank you, no. I have to do this on my own without any assistance. I hope you understand. Although I may squeeze James's cock every once in a while for reassurance, understand?'

We assured her we did and she resumed her story.

"I took Thad's tip between my lips, making him jump as I worked around the rim. As soon as he gasped with pleasure I gobbled him up, taking him as deep as possible without gagging or choking. As I stared into his eyes, I circled the base of his cock with thumb and forefinger; made sure I had a firm grip and jerked him off. He was soaked with my spit and his precum and he was glistening in the darkened room with the only light seeming to be drawn to his twitching, throbbing black shaft.

Thad's eyes had closed and his salty precum was leaking profusely. His hands held the sides of my head, lightly, letting me draw him along at my own pace. I knew he was going to come when his cock stiffened suddenly and I looked up at him.

Thad's eyes were open again, staring down at me, his mouth ajar. I held the head of his cock in my mouth and doubled the speed of my hand around the base, pleading with his intensely brown eyes to surrender and let me taste him. Only a heartbeat or two later, Thad's cockhead ballooned and his fingertips dug into my hair as he groaned. Then the hot pulses of his seed were spurting into my mouth. As each spurt shot out, I bobbed my head and stroked my hand in tandem, milking his hot white fluid, reveling in the sensation as his thick, sticky semen splashed against the roof of my mouth.

"Very, very graphic!" Maggie said and giggled.

"I have to agree," I said and displayed my erection for their inspection.

Leslie promptly absorbed my dick between her lips and gave me a pleasurable sucking before releasing me to the cold, cold world without coming.

"Be patient, I'm not finished," she said, chiding me as if I were a schoolboy.

"Nor was Thad finished with me," Leslie added.

"I crawled up on my hands and knees and lay down on my stomach next to him, nestling my head on his shoulder and sprawling an arm across his chest. He reached around to scratch my back and I purred.

"That was really good, Leslie," he told me.

"Mmmmm," I murmured. "I like the way you taste." I had hoped he would taste that good. My hand drifted down to play with his dick. It was semi-hard, still formidable and still leaking a little. My fingers swirled the mixture of saliva and semen around the head, then grasped the spongy shaft with my fist. He twitched.

"Did you come when..." he asked.

I appreciated his concern and said, "No. But that's ok. It felt good."

I felt Thad's erection stirring. My hand continued working on him, massaging him back to life.

"Do you want to be inside me?" I asked. I wasn't satisfied with just tasting him, and since he was almost hard enough... 

I let go of him and rolled over on my back and spread my legs. I saw his eyes open wide when he got a good look at my mostly shaved pussy. Being shaven like that was still relatively rare in those days. It seemed to work wonders on him. He reached down to touch me. His eyes were glued to my crotch. I moved my hands down and spread myself open to let him take a good look. I've learned that all to many men haven't the foggiest idea of what a woman really looks like down there. Even if they like eating pussy, they close their eyes, or else they copy us and stare into our eyes like we do theirs.

To further turn him on, I strummed my clittie a few times, getting it bloated with excitement and enticing it out from its hiding place.

"Would you look at that?" He exclaimed. I think it was a first for Big Bad Thad.

I smiled at him. He smiled back and rolled on top of me. My legs curled up behind his knees, and I cradled him with my body. I reached down between us to grab his cock, rubbing it back and forth across my pussy lips like a rubbery dildo. Needless to say it felt great.

"Ohhh, I think I'm gonna like this," I moaned, and aimed him at my overly moistened opening. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me.

Thad hesitated. His cock was right there, right at the entrance. "Do you want my mouth on you first?" he asked. "It only seems fair."

"No," I groaned, squirming in anticipation. I could feel his dick pulsing, ready to impale me. "Maybe later, right now I need that black cock in me."

He pushed. He wasn't totally hard yet, but I was so incredibly slick that it slid right into me, filling the void with a warm shaft that reached all the nice spots that fingers just can't get to. He just mashed his pubic bone against my pussy lips and ground it back and forth against my hard clit, and I clenched his cock with a couple kegels and felt it stiffen and widen and lengthen in my creamy hole. God, it was wonderful!

"I love the feeling of a new cock," I told him.

"Really?" he said.

"It has been awhile."

"Just divorced are you?" He inquired.

"Isn't that why everyone comes to Reno?"

"Some people come here to fuck recently divorced women," he said and gave me a brilliant smile.

"Touché!" I said in response and felt him moving deeper than any cock had ever gone before.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed.

"What's wrong?' Thad asked.

"Ain't had one this deep before," I told him.

He laughed, "I guess it didn't hurt you any," he said.

"No, in fact... I like the way you've got me all stretched out like this."

"I mean, you've got that curve to it and it's reaching all sorts of places and I love it."

As if to show me he knew exactly what I'd said Thad raised his hips and that hard, curved dick pressed along the front of my pussy and nudged my 'G'-spot enough to make me shriek with pleasure.

God his pole was thick and hard. I imagined him lifting me bodily up off the bed with that erection and began giggling.

"Think my dick is funny, huh?"

"No, no, "I protested, "Not at all. It's fucking wonderful!"

To show him I meant it, I cupped the cheeks of his ass and tried pulling him deeper.

"C'mon, Thad, fuck me, really fuck me!"

He never said a word. He did grunt a few times as he rocked back and forth as if gathering momentum and then he began using this slow, slippery stroke. Sending his curved dick this way on the in and that way on the out. And the thing was he seldom if ever repeated the same move. It was delicious. It was delectable. It was pure heaven, because I started to come right away. Not big explosions, mind you, but little, mini orgasms, one after the other and they didn't end but seemed to be getting better and better.

"Oh!" I gasped and that was about all I had to say as well. Two quiet fuckers we. Sounds like the beginning of a poem, eh?"

The feeling was exquisite. I held him close to me with my arms and legs; I held his cock as tight as I could with my inner muscles. Skin to skin, sweat on sweat; cock and pussy and quiet gasps. I felt free. I felt alive.

Thad kept gliding into me with his steel-like shaft. Using his magnificent hips with a side-to-side motion that had my clit throbbing each time he buried it in me.

My orgasms continued unabated.

I whimpered, twitched and moaned.

Finally, he broke his silence to gasp, ""I'm going to fuck you until you come with me."

"I've been coming since you started," I croaked.

"He put the jets on and the bed rocked. Actually it did more than rock. When we finished I noticed that the bed had moved half-way across the room. I whispered little "fuck me" sounds in his ear and he went faster. Please understand me on this, When I say he went faster, I mean he was still plowing fully into me and leaving only the tip 9nside me on the out stroke. So the rapidity with which he was fucking me was a marvel in and of itself since he never once fell out of my pussy."

On one particular body slam, my lower belly started to tremble. I could feel the entire length of him in me, from where his thick root spread me open, to how it curved up inside my silky wet cunt.

I wanted to feel him shot that cannon off inside me. I wanted that terribly bad. My pussy was making this sloppy gushy noise.

I felt totally female.

His cock was almost frictionless as it moved in and out, slowly, steadily, deliberately, edging us both closer to the explosion I knew was looming.

"You are a great fuck, Leslie," he breathed into my ear.

My lower body started to quiver, inside and out.

I felt his erection throb.

I squeezed down, all around him. I had to get tighter. I had to feel everything.

I was whimpering, gasping, moaning, and Thad was panting.

"Get ready," he warned me, "I'm going to fill you."

He sped up.

"Are you ready?

Are you ready to feel it?"

I was all raw nerve-endings, all inflamed and ultra-sensitive and poised at the brink. I felt its fat bulbous head teasing just inside my opening, then arching inward and spreading my clenching cunt until it overwhelmed me. I could feel his juice-matted pubic hair and the hard bone behind it, pushing and grinding against my open pussy, and I just knew that my clit was poking out from its hood and asking to be rubbed, and I knew I was going to come harder than I'd ever come before.

"Come for me, baby," he whispered.

"Now!"

"Come for me!'"

He drove up inside me with one more thrust, one last straining push, and I gave out a throaty choking sob as the dam broke. All I remember is that my sweaty back arched and my legs tried to straighten out, forcing him partway out of my liquid cunt, and then he overpowered me with his strength and forced himself back in until my legs surrendered and my body shuddered underneath him as his arms held me tight.

My insides quivered, everywhere, and my cunt rippled around his cock and then Thad came, too. His black beauty of a body froze on top of me, his erection twitching and jerking and I could feel his scalding hot fluid splashing deep in me.

I lifted my knees and managed to get him even deeper; his thick cock firing off its spasms as I pulsed around it. And wonderfully he started moving again, pumping his cock and his come into me and keeping my orgasm rippling on and on.

And then it was over. Thad pulled out and flopped down beside me, trying to catch his breath. My heart continued to race, and my panting refused to slow down. My fingers played across my mons and dipped into my vagina, and I felt the honey essence from my black lover.

I felt fully and completely fucked.

"Did you come, Leslie?"

I smiled. My eyes were closed, and I slow-danced two fingers dreamily around inside my cunt as my thumb stroked up and down on my still-hard clit.

"More than a little," I told him, "Much more. Still happening, lover. Still happening."



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Chapter 14

"So," I said to Leslie, is that the extent of your history?"

"Oh, no, James, that's how I got involved in sharing a woman with a man. I also told you about my divorce and a fling, a week actually I spent with Thad, my black lover with a huge dick. What's left is how I found my first woman. Not my first woman, mind you, but the first one I found on my own.

"Go on tell it all, baby," Maggie said and then kissed her.

Just to stay with the boys as it were, I kissed them both and lay back with my head on a pillow, hands covering my rising member and waited for Leslie to begin anew.

"Almost a year went by, I know because Anna and I celebrated our first month's anniversary a year after I got my divorce."

"Anna. Ummm, she was not only beautiful, but also highly intelligent and kind. In a nutshell she was everything one would want in a lover and companion. But I should start at the start, right?"

"I'd been drinking tequila shots and had also had a couple joints of Jane. For most of the night I'd been casting what I thought were furtive glances at this lithe, but big breasted redhead. Obviously my better judgment was out the window, for I was convinced that I not only wanted her, but couldn't live without her and finally got up the courage after knocking down one more shot of Tequila and headed toward her. 

"Only I tripped and fell face first into this other woman's lap. That's how I literally stumbled onto Anna. I knocked her drink over and virtually covered her from head to toe with a vodka tonic. As I regained my feet I was apologizing profusely and grabbed several napkins from the table and began to wipe at the mess I'd made of her dress. Several seconds elapsed before it occurred to me that I was groping the hell out of this woman and she wasn't protesting at all, but smiling at my clumsy efforts. Anna was a light-haired brunette, very attractive with nice everything's, if you know what I mean?"

I never noticed that my hands were gliding over her breasts before either of us said a word.

"It's perfectly all right," she said catching my errant hands in hers. "Let's take a trip to the powder room and we can help one another dry off in private."

"Even in my current condition, I knew what she meant and followed her, trying not to fall along the way.

There was a woman in the ladies room applying the last finishes to her makeup. I hadn't realized that my dress was soaking wet too. So I registered some surprise when Anna took a handful of paper towers from the dispenser and dabbed at my bodice; careful to avoid my nipples, but managing to knead the upper portions of both my breasts. The woman having completed fixing her face left us; as the door closed, Anna leaned forward and kissed me.

I remember burping during the kiss and breaking into hysterical laughter as Anna stood there waiting for me to calm down. When I managed that, she asked, "Have you been with a woman before?"

"Of course," I chirped, happy as a bird in flight. "See how easily I picked you up?"

That line made Anna laugh. I found I loved the sound of it, and I never tired of its delightful peal, so happy, so fresh.

"Will you help me with this?" she said and began to remove her dress. "I really need to put it under the water and scrub the alcohol from it."

"Can I... will you... kiss me again?" I asked, the alcohol having dimmed my sense of propriety in this instance.

"Yes, let's do it again," she said. Our mouths met in such sweet splendor that I almost climaxed. For by that time I was lazily squeezing her breasts and sighing blissfully, for her hand was between my legs lightly fingering me through my panties.

"I have a hot tub at home." I suggested. "We could relax in it while your dress dries."

"That's a good idea," Anna said. "Let me make my apologies to my companion by the bar and we'll do that. Do you live nearby?"

"Couple miles, maybe seven or eight," I mumbled for I was thinking about... all I was capable of thinking about was having this woman spread open before me. I never gave a thought to her companion at the bar, nor if they were male or female; and I had completely forgotten the gorgeous redhead for whom I had started out at the beginning of my fated journey into Anna's sweet arms.

Anna said, "We'll take my car and leave yours here. We can pick it up later, or maybe tomorrow."

When we arrived at my place, and yes, I got the house in the divorce. Anna stripped unselfconsciously and set about drying her dress, walking here and there in the nude before finally joining me at the hot tub. Together we lifted the cover on the hot tub and pushed it back, letting a cloud of steam out into the air. I walked over to the control panel and flipped the switches for the lights and the jets. The water lit up with white light and began roiling and bubbling.

"I'd offer you a drink, but I guess we don't need further stimulation." I said.

"We don't need the drink, but we do need further stimulation, darling," Anna whispered in my ear. That signaled another kiss; a prolonged kiss of exploration; of lingering tongues; of sampling saliva; roaming hands and fingers.

We were sitting at the edge of the tub when it ended and I glanced down and saw my juices running down my legs and gasped.

"You are a hot little number, aren't you?" Anna said hoarsely, then took my right nipple into her mouth and bit down on it.

I came.

Shuddering violently, I came and accidentally slipped into the hot tub. Anna quickly followed me in, grabbed me by the ass and gave it some loving caresses; whispering in my ear. "I don't know about you, Leslie, but I love to be massaged."

I tried to kiss her but she darted away, needing to talk.

Anna drew in her breath. "Especially my ass cheeks and my feet. It's such a sensuous feeling." With that, Anna leaned forward and ran her hands up my inner thighs until her

fingers brushed my pubic hair but didn't quite touch my pussy. She let go and drifted a foot away before returning and straddling my legs, offering me her lips.

We kissed. God, it lasted forever.

Through my sexual delirium I felt her kneading the cheeks of my ass, twisting and pinching. It only served to make me hotter than I already was, and that was hot.

Occasionally, Anna's hands, or fingers actually, strayed into my crack, tickling my rectum and each time she did, I shuddered on the brink of another orgasm.

Suddenly, Anna was lifting me, pushing me up and onto the edge of the hot tub. I was amazed as

I rose up out of the water, dripping it down upon her face as I plunked down on the edge of the tub. The air made my skin break out in goose flesh.

I saw her staring at my pussy. My pubic hair was wet from the tub and darker than usual. My lips were swollen, my horny clit already protruding. I was beside myself with lust. I was about to bury my own fingers inside it when Anna hurriedly buried her face between my thighs.

I felt a wet, warm tongue slide into me. Of course I've been eaten out before, but I'd never felt anything quite like this. Anna stabbed inside, caressing my interior while I busied myself rubbing my clit back and forth until she wrested it from me, took my clittie between her lips and went mad sucking and slurping on it.

Of course I came again -- much harder this time. It was if an explosion had gone off inside me. Waves of pleasure spread through my body, rising and falling but getting bigger each time until I was mashing myself against her and the most intense orgasm of my life was exploding out of me, causing me to scream into quiet night.

The neighbors' lights went on and I passed out.

When I revived, we both slipped back into the tub. I noticed her nipples were standing out as were mine. I longed to put my mouth upon them and suck them until she screamed. So I did. But, she didn't scream -- only moaned continuously until I slid my hand up her leg until my knuckles felt the kinky snarl of her pubic hair. A second or two later, the back of my hand reached the lips of her pussy. God, they were so soft and we both moaned as they opened for me.

"Christ I wanted to scream," Anna said later. "But your screams had the neighbors looking out their window to see what the commotion was. I put a robe on and told them I'd given you a surprise birthday present and you screamed and ran into the house to open it up. By the way, I stayed out of sight while I talked with them. An older couple. He had a German accent. Know who I mean?"

I nodded thanking my lucky stars the Guttmann's were hard of hearing and kept to themselves. Then I kissed her again, reveling in the softness of her lips and the sweetness of her mouth as I delved into it, exploring, truly content for the first time in ages.

But kissing wasn't enough and I turned my hand around so that my fingers were now sliding between the lips of her slit. I stroked Anna lightly up and down in a way that I knew would feel good. We continued our kiss for several minutes more.

I'd never been so sexually excited in my entire life. Our lips parted as my middle finger penetrated her, sliding between her velvet lips. Her muscles welcomed the intrusion, clenching my digit. Her breathing became quicker.

Anna's tongue reached out and licked her lips.

"Your pussy feels sooo nice on my hand," I purred. Then I was sliding it in and out ever so slowly, using my thumb to massage just under her clit. Anna's hips rose up to meet me as she groaned.

I pulled her to me, floating her easily upward beneath the water until she was sitting on my lap. Her naked buttocks pressed against my thigh and I began to finger-fuck her with more speed.

"Ohhh." Anna whimpered in a high-pitched voice.

I put my lips to the side of her neck and started licking her flesh, tasting the salty tang of her sweat. I licked downward, lapping at her shoulder using light loving sucks. I dropped a hand to her breast, cupped the firm, tender flesh and squeezing lightly. I tweaked her nipple and she pushed her breast into my hand. Her hips were now meeting each of my finger thrusts halfway. Even under the water I could feel that she was well lubricated.

Using the hand that cupped her breast, I pulled backwards, bending her a little and forced her breasts out of the water. I gazed at her nipples. They, like her breasts, were small, pear sized, but they were erect and heaving and the most appetizing things I'd seen in ages. I lowered my mouth and took the closest one between my lips slurping at it like a baby. Sucking and teasing, swirling my tongue around the perimeter.

Then I kissed her once more and it was tongues raking over teeth, pure unadulterated mouth fucking. Her mound was humping my hand signaling me that I had better do something about providing her with an orgasm. With enormous regret, I broke off the kiss, took her legs in hand and placed them on my shoulders, then stared at a pussy that was spread and waiting for my eager lips to assault.

I felt myself panting as I soaked in the view. Anna looked up at me.

"C'mon." She told me. "You want to do it, so do it!"

I moaned, and let my face drop down into her wet bush.

"Her odor was almost non-existent thanks to the hot tub's jets. I should say in retrospect, that when I first went down on Maggie, here, I was stunned by the sharpness of her smell and the tartness of her taste. But Anna was nothing more than a slick softness tinged by the faint taste of chlorine from the water. Her lips were slippery as I slid my tongue into her; her clit hard and unyielding, but there was no taste except that from the tub's water. I drove my tongue inside, slurping and sucking at her, feeling her legs clench around my back.

"Leslie!" She cried in ecstasy. "Ohhhh God! Ohhhhhh! Ooooooh!"

I did everything to her that I could think of. I licked; I slurped, and plunged my tongue in and out. I sucked her lips between my teeth. I even dove down and ran my pointed tongue between the cheeks of her ass to her anus, licking it.

Anna's hips bucked into my face. Her clit swelled up until it was nearly the size of her nipples. Her hands reached down and began feeling my tits, which were larger than hers, and when she pinched my nipples I found it excruciatingly painful and begged her to stop.

I went after her clit in a frenzy -- stabbing at it with my tongue until she begged me to do more. I took it between my lips and started sucking on it. Anna went wild, slamming her hips and pelvis into my face. She whimpered then moaned loudly as I continued the assault on her little raised nubbin. All the while I was jamming two fingers into her frothy cunt.

Anna came hard and I waited for her to calm down before renewing my fingering. When she finally relaxed, I slid my wet body on top of her. I remember my nipples gliding over her silky thighs, rubbing against her smooth stomach and across her tits. I rubbed my breasts against hers and lowered my face to her mouth. She kissed back, sucking on my tongue and lips, our mouths one great swirling tongue.

Our legs twisted around until our pussies were mashing together. I rubbed my steamy twat against her, feeling her heat, the pressure of our sticky contact sending waves of pleasure into my belly. Our kiss became frantic, breaking only so she could attach her lips to my neck.

Her hand trailed off the side of my hip, reaching between us. I felt her probing through my thick snarl of hair and finally encountering my pussy. Anna's fingers entered me and felt absolutely heavenly. But I wanted more.

"Oh Anna," I said, planting kisses on her face, her cheeks, her eyes. "Please eat me again. I NEEEEEED to come one more time."

"No," Anna said gently. I have to get home. Give me your number and I'll call you tomorrow."

There was someone else! "Anna, who is it that you're going home to?" I asked as I began crying.

"My husband, Allan. We've been married eight years. He doesn't know I like women... like you." She reached out and wiped a tear from my cheek. Embarrassed, I turned and went into the house.

Less than ten minutes later we were inside by the fire getting dressed and looking sheepishly at each other. My eyes turned to Anna's breasts because they were still exposed in the faint light from the fire.

"Go on," she said and opened her arms to me. My mouth clamped fiercely down upon her right breast and I suckled her like a starving baby would its mother.

Anna moaned and said, "Might as well get these clothes off again."

We raced to see who would finish first,

laughing giddily all the while.

Anna finished first and seized my breast and drew my engorged nipple between her teeth and bit down on it.

I groaned at the sheer pleasure it sent through my body. I held the other breast out to her, but Anna had other thoughts, kissing and licking her way south to my still moistened bush. Gently parting my folds she sent her tongue wafting inside as I slowly sank to the floor with

her following me down.

"Do me too," Anna husked, then circled my clit with her tongue while I frantically twisted until I was positioned between her luscious thighs.

"Lick me!" She moaned.

"Suck me!" She begged.

Of course I obliged her as she did me. Both of us had knees up, thighs spread and mouths busy as the busiest of bumblebees drawing nectar from a flower.

I was sucking her, my mouth covering her cunt and swallowing what seemed to be quarts of her nectar/juices. All the while she repaid me in kind, with both of us moaning delightedly at

each sensation pummeling our respective bodies.

I came so hard I was forced to roll away from her succulent mouth and tongue.

"Where are you?" She bleated, suddenly a lost sheep.

"I need it now. Suck me off, Leslie!"

Still in the throes of my own climax, but feeling great compassion for Anna, I reached over to her and plunged my middle finger into her cunt.

She grunted.

I added two more fingers and leaned in to give her a good lick as well.

Anna moaned and said, "This is sooo good, so wonderful."

I told her I adored her. I told her I loved her.

She didn't reply in kind, merely grunted and cried, "Here it comes... Ohhhh shit! OH shit! I'm coming!"

I was stunned to see Anna dress quickly after that. I was sober by this point thought quickly, 'had she ever said she loved me or anything close to it?'

I was fully dressed myself before I had my answer. No she had not.

Anna drove me back to the bar to get my car. We said no more than ten words to each other on the way. She never called me, didn't return any of my calls. In my heart I didn't expect her to call.

"This episode taught me something about the price of these sorts of relationships. I've been careful ever since. In fact, Maggie was my next female lover and hopefully my last."

Maggie embraced her and kissed the tears as they flowed from her tear ducts. Tremendously moved, I joined them, making it a three-way embrace. I discovered that my erection had melted and didn't try to resurrect it. We took turns showering and went to bed. I lay in the middle. That wasn't always the case, there were times when I had the left side and other times the right. It varied and I always assumed it was a random time and not by design, but with two women in the same bed, who could tell?

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I was awakened the following morning by Maggie shaking my shoulder hard enough to wake the dead. After clearing my eyes, I saw that she was waving her latest toy in the air. A quick glance over at Leslie found her to be sleeping soundly, but as I said earlier, who could tell when two women were involved with one man.

"Want to watch me?" Maggie asked. Throwing me a lewd grin in the bargain, knowing full well that I did.

"Of course," I said, trying not to show my perverted eagerness.

Clearing my throat I said, "I was wondering when you were going to try it out. That is, if you haven't already."

"Shhh, let's let Leslie sleep a little longer." She said admonishing me, but checking me out all the same. Maggie pulled my pillow on top of hers and plumped them up, then settled back pretending not to hear my last comment.

"Move down there, to the foot of the bed, sweetie." She purred. Moving carefully I managed to settle there without Leslie stirring. I had to smile as she hefted the vibe, miming it like a dumbbell.

"Um, just what are you planning to work out there?" I smirked.

Maggie's grin widened. "You'll see soon enough," she said, then turned it on.

There was a low buzzing sound. Maggie guided the instrument against her pubis and rubbed lightly. I watched her leg muscles flex as she rubbed the head of the vibrator over the folds of her pussy using different angles and alternating pressures.

She seemed to forget I was there, jamming the vibe hard into the spot where her thigh kissed her cunt, then holding it steady there. I lightly stroked her calf, eliciting a happy-sounding moan from her.

This was extremely sexy and I had the erection to prove it. Still watching intently, I noticed how she applied the vibrator so that it nestled ever closer to her mound. The cord was starting to wrap around the handle. I wondered if she'd end up completely tangled in it by the time she came.

Maggie's eyes opened and met mine. I mouthed the words, "Want me to go down on you?" to her and received a negative head bob. I began to stroke myself and when she spotted me she grinned lewdly at me and licked her lips.

Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she concentrated on her pleasure. I could only imagine just how good she felt at that moment. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her senseless. I thought about waking Leslie and fucking her while Maggie used her toy, but decided against it. After all, Maggie had asked me if I wanted to watch her use her toy and I'd said yes.

She licked her lips and then grimaced. She squeezed her thighs together around the vibrator's tip and humped into it with a rhythm that appeared slower than it ought to be. Ah, but what did I know?

Maggie gave a quick gasp.

She's coming, I thought.

Maggie began to shake. She wasn't breathing, at least as far as I could tell without holding a mirror to her mouth. Her face reddened and her eyes popped open, but the pupils were rolled back and only the white was visible.

"Huh!" She gasped and took in some air, then appeared to relax a little.

Huh!" She groaned, then spasmed slightly and increased the tempo of the vibrator a notch or two. The humming grew louder and I realized that Leslie was awake and had joined me in looking on, watching Maggie masturbating.

"Huh... Ugh!" She grunted and came. Well it's possible she was coming all the time, I don't know. She turned the vibrator off and dropped it to the floor.

"You came, huh?" I said.

"Duh?" She replied and gave me this loopy grin as if to ask if I was mentally competent.

"So how was it?" I insisted on asking this stupid question for some inane reason.

Maggie replied after a few seconds had elapsed. "Pretty... great, actually, how was it for you?"

I had her legs on my shoulders before replying.

"I'm about to show you," I said, and I did.

Fully aware that I had two women to satisfy, I ignored my hardon and buried my face into her crotch.

"Oh yeah!" Maggie cried out as my tongue began its magic circle ride.

Using my thumbs, I spread her ass cheeks open as she started to fuck my face and wormed a finger into the tightness of her rectum.

"Christ Almighty!" Maggie roared and I moved to her clit and strummed it repeatedly with the tip of my tongue.

"Wait a sec! Oh, Christ this is GOOD!"

I gave it a hard, prolonged sucking as my middle finger pounded into her ass.

"I'm coming!" She cried out, lurching away from my face for an instant and then demonstrating an incredible agility, placed her pussy right back where it had been a moment earlier.

I saw a blur that had to be Leslie, moving in to kiss Maggie's lips. Then I saw nothing for Maggie's pelvis smashed into my face and I was surrounded with heaving flesh.

"OH! OH! OH! COMING!"

That was Maggie, but I knew that as her pussy sent a torrent of fluid into my eyes, nose and mouth.

Spinning away from my gushing girl, I reached out and found Leslie waiting patiently.

"I'm still hungry, baby, turn around; I wanna eat your ass some. Stick it out for me!"

At the same time I smacked her rear hard as she scrambled to comply with my demand. I sent a finger into her cunt even as she pushed her ass back at me.

"My God!" Leslie groaned.

"Oh, my God!" She gasped when my tongue rimmed asshole.

"Christ you've got a beautiful ass, Leslie," I snorted trying to spread her ass further apart. And then my tongue penetrated her rosebud, and Leslie began jerking and humping back at me, trying to get more tongue into her anus.

I had three fingers grinding into her cunt at this juncture and she was going crazy.

Maggie, I soon discovered was going after Leslie's tits, mashing them, mauling them and biting them. Each attack on her breasts brought Leslie closer and closer to her orgasm.

I managed to get more tongue into her and Leslie wanted the world to know, screaming, "YESSS! OH GOD! HE'S TONGUING MY ASS!"

Finding her in a sexy stupor, I repositioned her and she went along and I had her facing the mirror on the dresser across from the foot of the bed so that she could watch if she wanted. I swat Maggie's hand away from my dick as she tried to stuff it in her greedy little mouth.

"This one is Leslie's," I say and enter her from the rear.

"Ohhh, Jesus!" Leslie croaked, "I'm gonna come big time now!"

"No, not yet," I croak right back at her, my hand sliding along her belly until it reaches her pendulous tits and I squeeze a swaying nipple, forcing her to grunt.

"Ugh!"

"Like this?' I inquire.

"Love it. Squeeze 'em harder!" She groaned.

I leaned next to ear and whispered, "I'm gonna squeeze 'em from time to time as I fuck the shit out of you. Just tell us when you come."

She shook her head, I don't know why; perhaps it was to clear her ears; perhaps to signal that fucking her brains out was just fine with her. But I doubt she wanted to call timeout or watch a movie on TV.

The serious fucking started about then. Using a slow, languorous thrusting, each one at a slightly different angle delivered an unbelievable series of sensations to her system.

I waited patiently for the first sign of her orgasm and on feeling her clench my cock a fraction tighter than she had been, I switched from the slow fucking to pounding the hell out of her.

Later, Leslie told me that at that point she remembered my promise to fuck the shit out of her and thought that I was going to do just that to her. She also said she felt like she was in the middle of an earthquake and that triggered her climax, and she came long and hard.

One thing was certain, Leslie had come and I hadn't. I climbed off the bed and pulled Maggie with me into the bathroom. Taking a look back into the bedroom I saw Leslie's hips still jerking as her orgasm continued and then I turned my complete attention to the lovely Maggie. I propped her up against the vanity and said, 'Look at yourself!"

"Ummm," she replied as I hefted her right leg up and slammed my cock into her still very wet cunt.

"Ugh! She grunted as I resumed the fierce fucking that I'd begun with Leslie.

"Christ, James... don't hurt me!" Maggie groaned and I eased off in the ferocity of my attack.

"Lick your face in the mirror! I growl in her ear. And when she does I'm overcome with the erotic wickedness of her actions. Maggie's lipstick is smeared, from kissing Leslie; from sucking my cock, from licking Leslie's nipples and more.

She is definitely into this game. The mirror is covered with her saliva.

"Do you want Leslie to watch you do this?" I ask.

A little child's voice responds, "No... please... no."

Grabbing her by the shoulder I pull her mouth from the lipstick coated glass and spin her around. Without my support she sinks to her knees and I allow it to happen. My cock jerks wildly, seeking a home. Seeking release.

"Take it in your mouth!"

She does and I quickly explode, spurting burst after burst of hot jism into her throat. Some of which Maggie managed to swallow, but when I pulled her to her feet and kissed her passionately, I found she still had some left and willingly shared it with me.

'Jesus I love this woman, ' I told myself.

"Maggie," I said gently.

"Yes, James?"

I tenderly touched her face. "Let's get back onto the bed. I want to eat your pussy again."

"Why go that far?' She smiled and sank to the floor, reaching out and pulling the bathmat over for me to kneel on.

I confused her by lying on the floor next to her.

"I thought?" she began.

"Squat over me, baby... please?'

With as wanton a laugh as you'll ever hear Maggie did just that, lowering herself to scant millimeters from my mouth.

"Bite me," she growled, slowly lowering myself to my waiting mouth, looking over her shoulder at my cock, hoping to catch it on the rise as it were.

"Nibble me softly," she husked and using her fingers spread herself for my tongue. I felt my flaccid cock wriggle with the first signs of renewed life. But then my tongue nudged her clit and I forgot everything else for a while.

From what I recall of the ensuing events, Maggie kept at herself, opening herself up to me.

"Ohhh God!" She moaned, "I'm open enough to give birth!"

I took this as a signal to put a few fingers in there and did so.

She groaned happily.

"Suck me! Lick me!" Maggie keened.

I found her little nubby friend and sucked it.

"YESSS!"

A finger went up her ass.

"OHHH, YES!"

My tongue kept flicking in and out of her cunt.

"OH YEAH... THERE! YES THERE!"

I really didn't need directions, but they didn't hurt anything so... 

At some point, Leslie joined us and knelt down and took my no longer limp dick between her soft luscious lips.

Maggie came!

I continued working her as Leslie did the same to me.

As Maggie began to come down from the clouds, Leslie took me from her mouth and asked, "Maggie, do we have any oil?"

"Umm, yeah, there's a small plastic bottle right above you in the cabinet."

Leslie got up and retrieved it and got down on all fours, presenting her ass to me. As I applied the oil to her beautiful globes she murmured, "Mmmm, that's soooo nice. Are you gonna wander around back there?"

I ignored her, or pretended to and said, "Gee all this oil makes it kind of squishy..."

"Ahhhhhh!" She gasped as my index finger entered her anus.

"Do you prefer small circles, or shall I go deep?" I asked her, noting my cock was at full strength once more.

"Small circles, please," Leslie panted. Then added, "I think I'm ready."

I thought so too and rammed two or so inches into her rear end.

"Oh! Oh! Oh, James... that's sooo good!"

"Did it hurt?" I asked.

"No. YES! Right there! Oh, YES! "

Her hands were holding the sink for support as my cock, now almost fully embedded rocked easily in and out of her.

OH YES! Leslie huffed obviously enjoying this ass fucking.

"James?'

What?"

If... if you're gonna come... let me know, okay?'

"Okay."

Several strokes later I felt my come surging from my balls. "Soon," I told her.

Reaching behind her, Leslie plucked my cock from her ass and stuck it in her mouth.

Sucking with a level of intensity I never would have believed possible she brought me off within seconds. Not only brought me off but sucked me dry.

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I was forced to visit the doctor the following day; the pain in my cock would not go away. He told me I was getting too much of a good thing and to take things a bit easier.

"Especially the blow jobs, ' he said. "They take an enormous toll on your penis. Straight sex is fine. Have at it as often as possible, but cut way back on the oral stuff or you'll severely strain that penis of yours. "

I returned to what I now call "Our" place and found both Leslie and Maggie were still at work. I sat down at the pc and did some precursory research on an article I had been meaning to start and made decent headway before Leslie popped in. I waited another forty minutes until Maggie arrived and broke the news to them. They were not half as dismayed about it as I was and that surprised me. But I got to thinking about it and realized that they may have done this to another guy before I came along.

Deciding to keep that thought to myself, I entertained the girls by making them cocktails and serving them a specially prepared dinner that I had ordered before they got home.

They were very appreciative and tried to tempt me into sex several times before joining me in watching the movie of the night on HBO.

Later that night I squirmed around on my side of the bed. I had the right side for the night, as the girls performed a rollicking 69 on one another. The following night we enjoyed a three-way, but no fellating was allowed. All in all it was a week before Leslie pinned me down and blew me in the shower. My plumbing was working just fine and I began to relax. We agreed that I would, or could tolerate one blowjob a week from each of them and designated Mondays and Fridays as the days fellating was permitted.

Looking back now, some six months later, the system has worked; if not to perfection, then pretty damn close to it. We've discussed marriage, but whom would I marry? Having two wives was out of the question, that is, until Maggie figured out a way for us to relocate to Salt Lake City, Utah. Well it's not exactly legal there either, but the Mormons don't ask too many questions in that particular area. At any rate, I married Maggie in Las Vegas and two weeks later took Leslie as my bride in Salt Lake City. We've bought a nice sized home and things are working out wonderfully. Maggie and Leslie are now pregnant, with Maggie due in two months and Leslie in five. I've written a book that the publisher is absolutely crazy about - it's about this guy with two girlfriends and full of sexy situations. They assure me it will be a best seller and I'm already halfway through the sequel. My only stipulation being that I'm kept as an anonymous author for as long as is possible.

Hopefully you'll see it at the bookstores or on Amazon and buy it. We can use the money with all those mouths to feed.

PS: The sex is still great! Maybe it's better than ever, we have since become highly creative, not all that easy with two pregnant women to satisfy. But we surely do manage.


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Posted:  2004-03-09
Last Modified: 2004-08-27 / 12:00:00 am
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