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We were in her Van, parked at the top of the cliffs at Black's Beach
the first time I brought the subject up. I had always wanted to watch my
wife fuck another guy while I was watching, but she didn't want any part of
of it. Mayby my girlfriend would be more receptive to the idea. Our affair
was over a year old at the time and calming down some from the frenetic start
we enjoyed. I asked if she had ever thought about making love to two guys at
once and of course she had but had never had an opportunity to try. I told
her that I could make it happen if she was interested. From the way her
kisses increased in intensity I felt I had my answer. The first questions were
who, and how do I know he doesn't have any diseases, good questions in this
day and age. I told her I had a good friend at work that I'd known for many
years, married and not active outside of his marraige but had been talking
about how bored he was getting. Having made a couple of cruises with him
and seeing him in the shower the added bonus was he happened to be hung like
a horse. (Almost). She asked if I had said anything to him and I said that I
hadn't but if she was interested I would drop a hint and see what his reaction
would be. With her approval I did. His reaction was fairly predictable, at
first he thought I was kidding but got very interested when I assurred him it
wasn't a joke.

About two weeks later, when our time had just about expired at our
favorite pay by the hour motel I asked if she wanted me to give Jerry a call,
I knew his wife was working and if he was home he would be alone all after-
noon. She said weeeeeeelll I don't know but what the hell, so I got dressed
and called Jerry up from the pay phone outside. He was home, I asked him if
he felt like some company, I still think he didn't believe I was serious but
he said sure, c'mon over. The ride from Pt. Loma to North County was very
quiet, a lot of silent looks back and forth. She was very nervous and so
was I. She held my hand very tightly as we walked up to Jerry's door and
rang the bell. He met us with a cold beer and after nervous introductions we
went upstairs to his computer room. I could tell he was impressed, she's a
very pretty lady and has a trim figure to match. The beer and Jerry's quick
wit soon had us relaxed. He put an X-Rated movie in the VCR and we commented
how we had been watching movies all morning. He had picked this one very
carefully, the TV screen was filled with 2 guys and 1 girl. We watched
quietly for a while, my dick was trying to rip its way out of my Levies and
the air was so thick with sexual tension you could cut it with a knife. We
were sitting on the floor in front of the TV and Jerry asked if anyone wanted
another beer. I said yes and bring back the Cuervo too. While he was gone I
leaned over and pulled her to me and we started kissing like there was not
going to be a tomorrow. By the time Jerry got back we were stretched out on
the floor and I was fumbleing with her belt. The same belt I had unhooked
a hundred times was all of a sudden giving me problems. I said please give
me a hand here man, I can't get this undone, Jerry laid down beside us and
we very slowly unsnapped her jeans. I moved down to her feet and took off
her sneakers and socks, Jerry had her jeans unfastened and she picked her
hips off the floor so he could slide them down her legs and off. I moved
back up and pulled her sweater up and over her head, now she was only
wearing white bikini panties, Her pink nipples were hard and we quickly
each started sucking on them while taking off our own clothes. When I
finished undressing I moved down and started kissing and sucking on her cunt
through her panties. When I looked up she had Jerry's dick in her hand and
was opening her mouth to take it in. He was impressive even when only
partially hard. I left her panties on and continued to eat her until the
crotch was totaly soaked, I moved over and watched her suck Jerry's dick,
I knew he was enjoying it cause she loves to have a man in her mouth, I
asked if I could have a shot of that and he pulled back to let me take his
place. By this time I knew she was ready to take him in her pussy and like
she was reading my mind she pulled her panties off and opened her legs wide.
Jerry moved between her legs and I asked him to kneel cause I wanted to watch
his dick slide into her, He rubbed the head up and down her crack several
times and then almost like he was teasing he put the head in, I watched her
lips spread as he pushed in and then close back around the shaft as he got
deeper inside her. He started pumping slowly, each time he went in farther
until finally he was buried. I watched her face as he started to slam into
her and knew she was loving it. I moved up and touched her mouth with my dick
and she took me in like a madwoman. Jerry started pumping harder and I knew
he was going to come and that was enough to bring me over the edge, as he
filled her pussy with come I filled her mouth. We kind of laid there in a
heap for a while, we were all grinning like bird fed cats. I had always
thought that a threesome would be fun and I was right. I leaned over and
sucked one of her nipples into my mouth and got it all wet, we had just fin-
ished passing the Cuervo around and I shook some salt onto her nipple, licked
it off and took another shooter, by the time came to get dressed and leave we
had salted just about every part of our bodies you could imagine. It turned
out to be the best day I have ever had with my lady, we got together pretty
regular after that, untill Jerry transfered back East, I'm still seeing her
on occassion but we never have enjoyed another 3-some.

I know the way she thinks. I know her mind, almost as intimately
as I know her body. She has shy, quiet places that have greeted
me timidly, and she has assertive places that offer themselves
with the assurance that is her definitive quality. Mind and
body. I have thought that I know them all, as much as anyone
knows, as much as she herself knows. I have even thought, with
the arrogance that annoys her, that I know much about her that
she does not.

I know her. This is what I have thought. This is what I be-
lieved. I believed that I could chart her progress with the high
degree of accuracy that such a craft demands, that I could pre-
dict, even predetermine her actions--the ideas that occurred to
such a splendid mind, the pleasure provided by her long, slender
body.

Arrogance? She would have thought so, while acknowledging the
same failing in herself. Did I love her for her mind? Her mind
was not a thoroughly lovable organ, true. There were flaws
there, her own arrogance, her volatility, her strange fits of
moodiness. Her maddening insecurity. And can such flaws seem
endearing? Oh, I thought so. They all conspired to create a
puzzling, absorbing creature that grabbed my attention and held
it, through irritation at times, and at others through affection.

Ann. Did I love her for her mind? I know her mind. I know her
body. Though her mind is more complex, her body is more accommo-
dating. In her body I see none of the hard, fast obstinacies
that sometimes frustrate me. In her body I see only an elegance
and a spareness, an odd grace particular to women of her type.
Hers is the kind of figure that some would call boyish, causing
in her an odd sort of wistfulness with their carelessness. Long
legs that have a curve of softness at the calf before tapering
into an impossibly slender ankle. Prominent bones at her shoul-
ders, creating fascinating shadows. Pelvic bones that challenge
the casual observer, a challenge I readily accepted. Small, soft
breasts that she tries to camouflage by wearing clothes that
swallow her. A tiny waist that troubles her at times, flowing
into rounded, narrow hips. White, tender thighs.

No, in her body I see none of the imperfection that made her mind
such a puzzle. Perhaps that is why I loved her body first.

But, yes, I loved her mind.

I thought I knew her mind. We allow such illusions to lull us;
there was much I didn't see until that gloomy November evening.

I was going to see her at her apartment that evening. It was
early, and the sky was gray with the anemic fall light that
shines between rains. I was expected; I was almost always ex-
pected, always welcome, so I wasn't concerned when she didn't
answer my knock at the door. Most probably she was upstairs in
her bedroom, and hadn't heard me. I let myself in.

Sixth sense. There are those who laugh but I have felt one at
times. There was nothing out of the ordinary, nothing out of
place in her apartment, no more so than usual. She had often
told me that she and I are complementary beings: I am neat and
she is not. The disarray, she said, comforted her. Nothing
complicated about that, and nothing unusual about the drift of
objects accumulated on the table. Nothing unusual in the way her
work was strewn about, drawings and sketches arranged in some
crazily logical assembly across the floor.

So how did I know that something was very different? I felt it
somehow, but I knew it when I heard her cry out. I've said that
I know her body. I know the way it moves, the way it accommo-
dates, the way it welcomes, and the way it reacts. The way she
reacts. I knew that cry, knew it as almost a trophy that I had
always been smugly proud of producing, of possessing.

Ann has never been a quiet lover.

I heard her cry as I was walking up the short flight of stairs to
her room. My first thought was one of betrayal. This was the
more primitive reaction, the kind of thing I earnestly try to
squelch in myself. I don't like to think of myself as such a
petty person, though Ann herself has no such compunction. I know
what she would feel in the same situation, and, though I am
slightly ashamed to admit it, I had always thought myself more
advanced, more rational than she is. Hearing her cry and knowing
the sudden rush of jealousy put that to rest.

But was I jealous? I stopped to ponder this as I had stopped on
the stairs. Did I want to go down the stairs again and handle
the situation with my typical nonchalance, with what Ann calls my
typical brick wall approach? Did it even matter at all? Or did
I want to continue on to her room? Did I want to confront her,
confront her lover? Did I simply want to see whom she had cho-
sen--because there has never been any doubt in my mind that she
is the one who will choose, always?

And could I deny that I was becoming almost unbearably excited by
the whole situation?

The feeling of betrayal and hurt died as I stood there on the
stairs as other, more interesting, feelings replaced them.
Curiosity. Astonishment. A grudging respect. And, well, tear-
ing lust.

The heat that had spread through my body as I imagined the scene
decided me. Was he dark or fair? I knew how she would look; the
pink of her newly-warmed skin and the wide-eyed look of surprise
that came over her in moments of excitement would not be new to
me. But her lover? What kind of man had she chosen? I pictured
her astride his body, her head tilted so she could watch his
face. Her beneath him, her ankles resting on his shoulders, her
hands caressing his face.

These images clouded my mind so that I couldn't remember walking
up the rest of the stairs once I found myself at her door. I
turned the knob and opened the door, feeling the blood pound in
my body as I heard her sigh, a low, long sound that evoked other,
more familiar scenes.

And did I expect the two of them to leap apart like guilty teen-
agers upon the arrival of a parent? They didn't.

She was lying on her back, knees spread wide apart, arms above
her head, crossed at the wrists. He was curled at the foot of
her bed, with his head between her thighs. Apparently they
hadn't heard me come in.

Or so I thought. Ann had. She turned her head slightly to look
at me, opening her eyes slowly, disoriented but aware. Her face
was flushed with the force of her recent orgasm, and the smile
she directed at me did nothing to diminish the urgency I felt.
My cock felt uncomfortably stiff as I saw her tremble under the
efforts of her dark-haired lover.

And I know the way she thinks. I know what she was thinking as
she looked at me. She was challenging me, testing me.

You have always wanted this. You've wondered how I would move,
how I would sound, how I would look with another man. Stay and
watch, my darling.

She knows the way I think.

The man continued his oral exploration, and from the way Ann
reacted, he was sufficiently skilled. I moved closer to the bed
so I could see his face, and Ann obligingly spread her legs wider
to improve my view. His eyes were closed as he worked on her,
concentrating. I always preferred to watch her as I ate her.
Perhaps he didn't know the lascivious joy that her face revealed
from time to time, and how arousing that could be.

I could see the pink of his tongue as he licked her and teased
her, finally moving from the slickness of her lips to her clit,
causing her to breathe another sigh of contentment. I watched
him as he flicked it back and forth experimentally, then brought
his lips together and began sucking it. Her hips began to move,
and her head turned slowly to the side, her mouth slightly open
as her breathing came faster.

I wondered if he knew how much she loved having a man put his
fingers inside her as he made her come with his tongue.

And I could see her nipples hardening, see her legs tremble as
her excitement mounted. She opened her eyes to look down at the
man as she has done with me, but he didn't meet her gaze as I
would have. He missed it, missed that look of astonishment and
delight that came over her face as her orgasm began, as she
gripped the sheets and cried out once again.

Once her tremors had subsided, he moved his face away from her
cunt and looked up. I expected some show of surprise, but there
was none. He smiled slightly at me, and I knew he had seen that
I had, without really being conscious of it, started to stroke
the hardness of my cock through the fabric of my pants.

He looked away from me, though, and turned his attention to Ann's
breasts, now flushed an eager pink. His lips closed around one
nipple as he tested how sensitive it was. Ann looked at me
again, this time smiling openly at me.

Do I please you? Is this what you thought it would be?

Much more, much more.

And Ann's nipples, while I am on the subject, are rather respon-
sive. She has been known to come simply from having them
touched, though I haven't seen it happen. So it came as no
surprise that she reached out for my hand as her lover worked on
one breast, and placed it on her other, closing my hand gently
around the soft warmth of it. Her skin was smooth and warm, and
she sighed with approval as I began to stroke her, caressing her
nipple with my palm.

I know how she likes to be touched. She's shown me, whispered it
to me. How did he know? He did know, though; I could tell by
the slow smile that spread over her face as he moved his mouth
away from her and mimicked the motions that I was using.

Ann looked first at him, then back at me. As if through some
agreement among the three of us, she sat up and unbuttoned my
shirt, removing it with a mischievous glance at the man beside
her on the bed. Her hands moved then to the zipper of my pants,
and soon I was kicking them off.

I felt enormously uncomfortable standing there naked in front of
Ann's stranger. I am not a modest person by nature, but I had
never been placed in such a situation. Strangely enough,
though, my discomfort served only to increase my excitement. I
wondered what he was thinking as he looked at me, so obviously
aroused.

Wonderful. You are wonderful.

Ann's smile told me much as she pulled me down to sit next to her
on the bed. The dark-haired man was stretched out behind us, and
I paid him very little attention as she placed her hands on my
face and kissed me with growing degrees of intensity. Soon she
was sliding her hands over my chest, stopping on every pass to
toy with my nipples.

She knows how to touch me. Her fingers on my skin felt deli-
ciously cool against my warmth and eagerness. I must have sighed
with relief when she finally wrapped her hands around my cock,
because she looked up at me with a questioning gaze.

The best I could offer her was a smile as she began caressing me
with her hands, with a gentle, light pressure as she moved up and
down. I must have been absorbed in the feel of her hands, be-
cause it wasn't until I felt his mouth close around my nipple
that I realized that Ann's lover had moved around to where we
were sitting.

I wish I could describe the erotic thrill that jolted through my
body as I watched him lick my skin, closing his lips to
suck--this was the first look I had allowed myself at his face,
and his brow was furrowed as though he were concentrating.
Pretty boy, I thought, looking next at Ann. Her motions had not
ceased, and I felt an unusual shock of excitement as I realized
that she was becoming more aroused by watching the two of us
together.

As if by mutual decision, the two stopped at the same time and
rearranged themselves. Ann leaned down to put her head in my
lap, and the man moved behind me, putting his arms around my
chest and continuing his stimulation of my hard nipples. I could
feel his tongue flicking my ear as Ann's began to explore my
cock, and all I could think about was the relief that I would
feel once this pressure in my body had been released.

And it was impossible to focus my attention on either one of
them; the sensations were that good. It was as if my entire body
had been reduced (or amplified) into one huge pleasure center,
where it was immaterial who did the pleasing. I felt Ann's lips
tighten around my cock as it slid deep into her mouth, and I felt
his fingers on my nipples give a sudden hard squeeze.

Too good.

When Ann began using her hands in concert with her mouth, my cock
felt tremendous and swollen, and I thought to ask her to stop.
But I wasn't able to; the man behind me had turned my head and
began to kiss me.

There was something inherently strange in this, I thought, but it
did not diminish the pleasure I felt at all. It was new and
exciting to feel the harder, more definite kiss of a man, and not
the yielding, melting kiss of a woman.

I liked it. I liked feeling his lips on mine, and I liked the
feel of his tongue in my mouth as his hands wandered now over my
shoulders and into my hair.

It was Ann who stopped, because I couldn't have stopped her at
this point. She waited until the man had broken our kiss to look
at her expectantly. Following his lead, I looked at her, too, as
if for instructions.

And I found those instructions.

You've always wanted to know what it's like to suck on a man's
cock. You've said so. I've told you I'd like to watch you do
it.

Do it.

She pushed the man onto his back so that I could situate myself
comfortably. I had never really looked at a man's body when he
was excited, much less touched one, and it's not the same as my
own.

Much nicer. Ann has always been attracted to short men, so he
was not very tall, but I could see how beautifully proportioned
he was. His arms were firm, though not overly muscular, and his
legs were slim and graceful. His chest had only a slight plume
of hair, and he had a flat, smooth abdomen.

Oh, and the way his cock stood out, stiff and solid, against the
whiteness of his skin.

I wanted to touch him all over, to know what it was like for Ann
when she touched a man. First down over his shoulders, then down
his sides. His nipples were not as sensitive as mine, so I moved
on. Down over his hips and the plane of his stomach. His
thighs, outside, then inside.

And I could tell that my touch excited him more. I reached out
to touch his cock, and he took my hand in his to guide me. As I
felt his hardness, his excitement, I became eager to have him in
my mouth, to know how enormous that pleasure can be, to know at
last.

His cock was heavy and hot in the coolness of the room. I leaned
down and began as Ann always did, because it seemed to be a good
starting place. I licked down the length of his cock, stopping
at the head to rub him against my tongue. His sharp intake of
breath assured me that I was not the only one who enjoyed this.
I licked him until his skin slid easily against my hand.

Then I closed my lips around him tightly, very conscious of the
size and girth of his cock. It wasn't long, but it was clear
that that was not a concern. I took him into my mouth slowly,
letting his cock slide along my tongue, careful not to graze him
with my teeth. Ann sometimes did that when she was eager.

I sucked on him, then, gently at first, but then harder as his
hips began to move in response to my touch. I can't begin to
describe the powerful feelings that were happening in me as I
felt his cock plunging into my mouth. I felt hot and cold and,
yes, in control.

His breathing was coming faster, now, and I could feel by the
motion of his body that he was about to come. I was so caught
up in his rhythm that I wasn't concerned, wasn't ready for him to
stop. The whole universe seemed to have been condensed into this
man's hard, straining cock.

Ann stopped him, though, by the first word any of us had spoken
since I came in. "Stop," she breathed, eyes bright and face
flushed. It was clear that she had been enjoying the sight of us
together; her arms crossed over her chest as if to hold herself
back from interfering or joining in.

She reclined on the bed, spreading her legs wide. I could see
her excitement there, see the pink eagerness that overpowers the
shyness in moments of arousal. She was slick and ready, and he
accepted the invitation that she extended him with enthusiasm.

And it was strange; I felt a bit left out of it all until I saw
her level gaze directed at me as he positioned himself above her.

Haven't you thought about watching me fuck another man? I know
you've wanted to. I know you've wanted to have me after someone
else has. Let him come inside me.

You watch.

The sight of the two of them as he slid his cock into her slowly
was unbearably gorgeous. There are those who think of sex as a
ridiculous act, but I am not one of them. These two were beauti-
ful together, and I found myself wondering whether she and I
moved so well with each other.

He teased her for a long time before he finally adopted any kind
of rhythm, but by then I think she was too far gone to care. In
certain moods Ann becomes almost mechanical in her orgasms; it is
impossible to tell where one ends and another begins. She was
coming over and over again as he slammed his cock into her, and
if I watched closely I could see that his cock was covered with
her wetness.

She has never been a quiet lover. Her sighs and her little gasps
of surprise recalled countless erotic images, with her and with
others. My cock felt uncomfortably hard, and I took it in my
hands and began masturbating as I watched the two of them.

It wasn't long before Ann was almost crying in her arousal, and I
knew that he would finish soon by the determination on his face.
"Come inside me, please. Do it hard," she whimpered, and with a
long sigh of relief he did, continuing his thrusting as her body
tensed against his.

By this time I was avid for some release, so as soon as he moved
away I touched Ann, touched the warm, flushed skin of her cheek
and told her, "I want you now. I don't want to wait."

She opened her eyes and offered me a weak smile. She spoke to me
for the first time since I had entered. "As you wish," she told
me, sounding breathless and flustered.

It would be difficult to capture the eroticism of tasting her
juices mingled with his, as I did when I bent to lick her. The
scent of her excitement was heavy and fresh, and I attacked her
cunt with my tongue and my lips, not really conscious of much but
the sounds she made and the way she moved as I teased her, plung-
ing my tongue deep inside her, then licking her clit slowly and
deliberately.

And she was coming again, coming still. I felt her hips rock and
her body tense, and she finally edged away from my mouth as she
does when the pleasure becomes too intense. "Come on," she
whispered, looking at me, glowing with a flush that was almost
feverish. "Hurry," she urged, as I unfolded my body in prepara-
tion to enter her.

I needed no more coaxing. I placed her ankles atop my shoulders,
because this has always been her position of preference, and I
intended to please her as I pleased myself. I went inside her
deeply on the first stroke, because she was so slick and ready.

The wetness and the warmth of her cunt gripped me and squeezed me
convulsively as I slid my cock in and out of her swollen lips. I
watched her face as she climaxed yet again, and her fingers
worked at her nipples, which were stiff and pink with her arous-
al.

As beautiful a sight as she was there beneath me, I couldn't help
losing myself in my own excitement. I moved faster and more
regularly in and out of her, feeling the pressure mount in my
body, climbing to a higher peak than I had yet felt that after-
noon. Her hands came up to squeeze my nipples, and I was almost
blinded with the pleasure of her touch.

"Stop," she said once again, and her command puzzled me. But she
was serious, as serious as she could be in her present state of
unceasing arousal. I stopped, withdrawing with some disappoint-
ment.

She placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me onto my back
with a surprising strength. She straddled me then, taking my
cock deep inside her, coming down upon me hard. I think I must
have laughed.

She is really a delightful creature at these times.

And her hands continued to play at my nipples as she moved on top
of me, moving slowly, tilting her hips on every stroke to in-
crease her pleasure. She moved as though she were using me, and
I loved the look of concentration that crossed her face as she
worked toward another climax.

It happened, and as her body shuddered she collapsed, pressing
her body flat against mine, while continuing the motion of her
hips. It wasn't long, though, before she regained her equilibri-
um and returned astride me, moving now with determination to help
me find the same release that she had been enjoying.

I put my hands on her hips to guide her motions, and we soon
found a rhythm that began my climb to the peak of my arousal. I
could feel the pressure mounting inside me, again, again, almost
painful. I could feel the familiar churning with in my body that
meant that I was about to come.

And with the childlike cry that always amuses her, I did. I felt
myself shooting deep inside her, felt the muscles of her cunt
caress me as my cock and my entire body trembled with my orgasm.
She moved a bit more, satisfying herself and completing my pleas-
ure, before she finally collapsed on top of me again, my cock
still deep inside her.

Time passed, and we stayed like that, with my arms loosely around
her as we both regained our breath. I must have slept, because I
next found myself alone in the bed.

Ann sat in a chair near the bed, watching me as I had slept, an
unreadable expression on her face. There were many questions I
couldn't answer, many things I wanted to ask her. Something in
her face prevented me, though. Her look was enough.

You wanted this. I wanted this. Don't question it.

You enjoyed this. I enjoyed this. He enjoyed this.

No questions, please.

I thought I knew how her mind works. I thought I knew her. It
wasn't until that evening that I learned how little I actually
know. It wasn't until that evening that I began to understand
how much she was her own creature, with desires and ideas inde-
pendent of mine.

It was certainly nice to have met her.

We came home early, that night. The party was not very
exciting, so we made excuses and left before 10, even though we
had told Heather, our babysitter, not to expect us until after
midnight.
And obviously, she did not expect us--at least, not right
then. Although we made a normal amount of noise driving up to
the house and walking in, she didn't hear us at all. In fact,
neither of them did. Not she or her boyfriend, lying on the
couch in a passionate embrace, seemed to notice as we entered the
living room. We were both startled, and hesitated awkwardly, not
knowing what to do. Then you placed a finger on your lips,
motioning me to be quiet; and we both relaxed, leaning quietly
against the door frame, enjoying the unexpected entertainment.
Both Heather and her companion (who was unknown to us) were
fully clothed, but the young man was trying to correct the
situation. He slipped his hand inside her blouse, which was
already half unbuttoned; she moaned softly, but slowly,
reluctantly, pulled his hand away. He slowly reached in again,
undoing one more button; even more slowly, she removed his hand
again. Like a stuck record, the identical motions were repeated
over and over.
It was not difficult to understand the young man's
fascination with what was under Heather's blouse. When she had
arrived, it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra; her
large, firm breasts stood out proudly from her magnificent
17-year-old body. I suppose I stared, but she didn't seem to
mind. As we walked out to the car, you laughingly told me that I
could stop drooling. And now, as if in a projection of my
fantasy, those luscious young tits were being stroked and
fondled.
Suddenly, the boy seemed to tire of the game, and sat up on
the couch in a huff, still looking away from us. Heather,
suddenly concerned, pressed up against him, her breasts nearly
overflowing her blouse, now almost fully open. At first, he
would not be consoled; then he relented, and began to kiss her.
How long would it be before he tried again, I wondered, but the
youth had decided to try a different tactic; as he held her with
one arm, he began to unsnap and unzip his jeans with his free
hand. With remarkable dexterity, and without relinquishing the
kiss, he opened his fly and pulled his jeans down just a little.
Just a little--but enough. The sexual teasing that he had
been subjected to had give him an enormous erection, which sprung
free with such force and suddenness that we both had to stifle
giggles. Still without breaking the kiss, he took Heather's hand
and wrapped it softly around his cock. After a few moments, she
withdrew her hand; then, she slowly broke the kiss and gazed
down, dreamlike, at his erection. Slowly, on her own, she
reached for it, stroked it lovingly, caressed its length with
hypnotic fascination.
Heather's friend moaned softly; and slowly, gently, but
inexorably, began to push her head toward his lap. We exchanged
amused, excited glances; it was obvious what he wanted. We
nearly gasped out loud as Heather began to lovingly kiss the side
of kiss cock, as he moaned in sudden pleasure. She began to lick
the length of his cock with long strokes, obviously aware of--and
enjoying--the effect she was having on her partner. Her red
tongue danced slowly up and down his swollen prick, teasing him,
unleashing his passion. Suddenly, boldly, she encircled the head
of his cock with her moist, full lips. The magnitude of the
unexpected pleasure seemed to be too much for her friend to bear;
holding her head down on him, he thrust wildly with his hips,
driving his shaft deep into her mouth. Not surprisingly, she
gagged. Unfortunately, we gasped. Out loud. And this time,
they heard us.
Instantly, pandemonium reigned. Our living room, calm and
sedate only an moment earlier, was transformed into a three-ring
circus in the blink of an eye. The boy, a bright shade of
crimson, was grabbing at his pants, trying to stuff his wilting
hard-on back in, running for the door at the same time, stumbling
and tripping as he run, cursing. Heather, shrieking, was
covering her face with her hands; then, still screaming
unintelligibly, she began to dash around the room aimlessly.
I guess we didn't know exactly how to react. On the one
hand, we were trying to reassure them both, to tell them that
everything was OK. But we were both trying with only moderate
success to stifle our laughter, not wanting them to feel any more
humiliated than they obviously were.
But we were too surprised to take any control of the
situation; and, an instant later, the boy had stumbled out the
door, and Heather was on her knees in front of me, actually
sobbing and begging. "PLEASE don't tell my mother," she said
frantically. "Oh God, and don't tell my father he'd KILL me I
won't do it again I didn't mean it please, PLEASE don't tell
anybody, I'll do ANYTHING, just don't tell them. I'll do
ANYTHING!"
With obvious effort, she stopped sobbing, and began to
regain a glimmer of her composure. Hesitantly, she raised her
face and looked up at me. I was standing there with my mouth
open, caught in mid-thought. I was trying to say, don't be
ridiculous, of COURSE we're not going to tell anybody, now calm
down, and for God's sake get up off the floor, you have nothing
to apologize for...but that's when I realized that she had said
"I'll do ANYTHING!"
"Anything?" I thought. Hmmm. As if she was reading my
mind, she repeated, more softly. "Please, don't tell. They'll
KILL me. Please. I'll do ANYTHING. Please." Her eyes
glistened with drying tears as she looked up at me pleadingly.
Getting no reaction from me, she turned her head to look at you;
but your eyes were locked with mine, as we both weighed the
exciting possibilities.
As she gazed hopefully at you, she must have been surprised
to hear the sound of my zipper being quickly lowered. As if in
disbelief, she turned her head slowly back towards me; then
gasped when she saw my cock hanging just inches from her face.
"Well," I said, "for a start, you could suck me off." Her
eyes, wide in astonishment, never left my semi-erect and
rapidly-growing prick. "It looked to me like you were beginning
to enjoy yourself with your friend, and I'd be happy to continue
your lessons!"
For a long moment, I couldn't tell what she was going to do;
then, as if in a dream, she leaned forward and circled the head
of my cock with her luscious young lips. From behind her, I was
dimly aware that you gasped as my prick slid into her mouth. She
began to suck on my shaft, gingerly, tentatively.
You kneeled down behind her, hands around her waist, and put
your face next to hers. "He likes for you to lick it, not just
to suck it," you informed her; to demonstrate, you gently licked
the point where her lips clasped my cock. I could hear, or maybe
feel, Heather as she moaned softly.
"Now," you said, like a patient instructor, "lick the
underside of his cock. Right down the ridge. All the way to his
balls." An apt pupil, Heather followed your instructions with
increasing eagerness. As she reached my balls, you gently lifted
them, caressing them in your hand. "Now lick under his balls,
and between his balls and his legs. See how far you can get your
tongue back towards his asshole."
From my viewpoint, as I watched Heather lick and suck me, I
could see most of her tits, barely covered by her mostly-opened
blouse. I saw you grin as you followed my gaze; obligingly, you
reached over and completed the uncovering. Released from their
bondage, Heather's tits were large and ripe, thrusting up,
nipples hard with excitement, bouncing and swaying erotically as
she moved. You cupped one breast in each hand, kneading her firm
flesh, teasing her enlarged nipples.
Then, suddenly, you slid down, clamped your mouth over one
exquisite nipple, and began to suck. Heather stopped her oral
exploration of my genitals and gasped in astonishment, mouth wide
open. Of course, I was unable to resist such an obvious
invitation, and reinserted my cock into her waiting mouth. After
barely a moment's hesitation, she began to suck my cock, moving
her head back and forth in a quickening pace. In seconds, I knew
was about to explode.
"That's so beautiful," you said. "God I love to watch you
fuck her mouth. You're about to cum, aren't you," you added
knowingly. "Now listen, Heather," you implored, "try to swallow
all of his cum. See if you can suck him dry. Drive him crazy."
She was, of course, already driving me crazy. I grabbed her
head and added my urgency to her rhythm, sticking my cock deep
into her mouth, fucking her mouth as if it were a warm, wet
pussy. And then I exploded, streaming what felt like gallons of
hot cum into her mouth.
Despite your admonitions, Heather couldn't handle it all.
She tried--I saw her gulp down at least one mouthful--but she was
too inexperienced to keep up with my insistent spurts. Finally
she backed up and released my throbbing cock; the last few spurts
of my cum shot onto her upturned face.
I could see that she still had a mouthful of cum, and you
were quick to notice it too. "I've gotta have some of that," you
said eagerly, and licked the traces of cum from her face. Still
Heather's mouth remained full; cum continued to slowly ooze out
of the corners of her mouth. Finally, you put your mouth on
hers; and, with your tongue, forced her lips apart to share my
cum with her. I could see both of you swallow the remains of my
cum; and long after it was all gone, your tongues still explored
each other.
The sight of you two beautiful women--one fully developed
and experienced, one young and naive--kissing each other
passionately was incredibly exciting to me. Even though I had
just barely finished cumming, I could feel my cock slowly begin
to harden in response to the visual feast.
"Jesus, I'm unbelievably wet," you announced; and, to
demonstrate, you stood up and removed your skirt and panties.
"Look," you said, spreading your pussy lips wide, and inserting
one finger deep inside. Heather, dazed, obediently watched.
"Now, it's my turn. Eat me," you demanded of her. "Lick my
pussy. I want to feel your warm tongue deep inside my cunt.
Suck my clit. I want you to make me cum too."
Transfixed, Heather leaned towards you, her head between
your legs. I could see her tongue darting between your fingers
as you held your pussy open for her and showed her where to lick
and suck.
"Lie down on your back," you ordered breathlessly, and just
about flung Heather around before she had time to respond.
Straddling her face, you lowered you pussy to her mouth, grinding
into her with increasing speed and urgency. "Oh God," you kept
saying, "that's wonderful. Eat my fucking cunt. My God, I'm
going to cum!" And with a short scream, you did. The incredible
turn-on of watching two women making it right before my eyes--
possibly the most arousing sight in the world--had caused my
prick to become almost entirely stiff once again.
After just a few seconds, you seemed to have recovered some
of your composure, and were eager to continue. You scooted back
a foot or so, leaving Heather's upturned face staring up
dreamily, your pussy juices smeared on her face. "Take off her
jeans," you suggested; and, as Heather wiggled her ass helpfully,
I complied. I pressed my hand to the center of her panties; as I
felt the wetness, Heather moaned softly.
Quickly, I completed undressing her, and spread her legs
with her knees bent. The thin line of her young pussy gleamed
with moisture; I ran my finger over it lightly, as Heather tensed
and moaned. I lowered my head, and began to lick near the tops
of her legs. "Oh my God," Heather said softly, "that feels so
fucking good!" I paused, momentarily surprised to hear her
speak. "Don't stop," she begged eagerly. "PLEASE don't stop!"
Before I could oblige, you offered Heather some timely
advice. "Be more specific," you suggested. "Tell him EXACTLY
what you want him to do."
Catching on quickly, Heather didn't seem to need much
urging. "Eat me," she nearly shouted. "Make me cum. Please--I
want to cum SO BAD! Eat my pussy. Lick my cunt--all over. Suck
my fucking cunt. Make me CUM!" With ever-increasing excitement,
I eagerly obliged. I slipped my hands under her butt, squeezing
her ass tightly, and began to explore her wet pussy with my
tongue. I licked and sucked all over her cunt, and teased her
clit as she moaned and writhed. In a surprisingly short time,
she shrieked and shuddered in a violent climax.
Noticing my now fully-erect cock, you had a recommendation.
"Fuck her," you suggested. "I'll bet that young, tight cunt will
drive you crazy."
"Oh yes," Heather added, semi-deliriously. "Please fuck me!
I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your cock deep
inside my cunt. Please! Fuck my pussy. I'm so wet. I'm so
READY!" As if to demonstrate, she reached down to her
sopping-wet pussy, and easily inserted two fingers as far as they
would go. I spread myself over her, filling my mouth with an
ample breast, teasing her cunt lips with the head of my cock.
"Stick it IN, stick it IN," she urged. Slowly, I slid my cock
into her pussy. It was one of the most incredible feelings that
I've ever had--her cunt was so fresh and tight that it felt like
a velvet glove, caressing me, squeezing me, lustfully pulling me
ever deeper. Again I knew that I was going to cum quickly; and,
sure enough, after a few minutes of ecstasy I unloaded into her
snatch. Spent, I rolled off her.
"What kind of gentleman are you, anyway," you demanded
mischievously. "You left the poor girl unfulfilled! Well," you
added, "I'd be less than the perfect hostess if I didn't make
amends!" You repositioned yourself over her face, and this time
she eagerly grabbed you and started licking and sucking your
pussy. With a moan, you stretched out over her and began to
reciprocate. I swung around for a closer look at one of my
favorite activities, and watched as your tongue and lips explored
Heather's cunt. Just as earlier it had her mouth, my cum
overflowed her pussy; you eagerly lapped it up, and rubbed your
face in the mixture of her juices and my cum.
Incredibly, the magnificent sight of two beautiful women
eating each other's pussies began to make my cock hard yet once
more; and by the time you both came, I was stiff as a board. I
jumped you as you rolled off Heather, inserting the length of my
cock quickly into your tender pussy. Both semi-exhausted, we
began to fuck slowly, savoring every stroke with intense
pleasure. Soon, I began to feel Heather's mouth between my legs,
licking and sucking my balls, trying to lick my cock as it
plunged in and out of your cunt. Just as I could feel that we
were both about to cum together, I felt Heather's tongue circling
the rim of my asshole. And just as she spread my ass and
squirmed her tongue deep into my asshole, we both came.
--

This work is copyright 1989 metlay, and is in the public domain for all forms
of reproduction and distribution.
All persons, places and events in this story series are fictional.
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PROLOGUE: It has a mind of its own

Late winter 1982

The room was bathed in fanned rays of yellow light, the glare of the
streetlight outside the window only partially shuttered out by the Venetian
blinds. It wasn't a terribly cluttered or fancy room; bunk bed at one end,
desk at the other, two closets and chests of drawers, mirror, and bookshelves.
The walls were grey cinderblock, and the floor was institutional brown tile, a
choice of a practical rather than esthetic nature. But that wasn't to say that
the room had no character; far from it. It wasn't easy for a lowly teenager to
make a dent in the Establishment's effort to create anonymous conformity, but
it could be done. The center of the floor was covered by a huge Persian rug,
and the walls were adorned with Roger Dean landscapes: here an ethereal stone
staircase over a cloudy sky, there a desert island floating in the clouds, and
over there a huge mesa, a lake at its top, sheeting down water on all sides.
And there weren't many other rooms in the building that would have had
furniture like that next to the desk: a keyboard stand with a small
synthesizer, a pair of boxy guitar amps, a beautiful old Les Paul on a stand,
and a hideously-customized old Rickenbacker bass beside it, a sort of
"American Gothic" with guitars instead of the old farmer and his wife.
The bunk bed was occupied, top and bottom, and gentle breathing could
be heard from both of the beds. Up top, two bodies were intertwined under the
thick blanket, sleeping the sleep of the beloved. Down below, a single body
was stretched out and gently snoring, head thrown back on the thick pillow,
arms and legs akimbo. Suddenly, a tiny rustling motion came from beneath the
blanket on the lower bunk. A small, moving lump appeared under the blanket,
slowly and laboriously moving across to the edge of the bed. At the edge, it
hesitated, trembling, then cautiously nosed out from under the covers.
The Bandit's penis was going exploring.
It looked to the left and right, carefully sniffing the air for
anything out of the ordinary and listening for any strange sound that might
mean trouble. Satisfied at last, it gathered itself carefully, and jumped
lightly down onto the carpet, glans first. It was an undignified way to land,
that was for certain, but it knew from experience that it was a hell of a lot
nicer than landing on its balls. It scrambled upright and immediately scurried
to the protection of the bass on its stand, in case someone might see it. It
paused for a minute or two, waiting anxiously for that fatal gasp or scream in
the darkness. None came.
Relieved, the Bandit's penis began to explore its surroundings in
somewhat greater comfort. It paused to lovingly stroke the bottom of the bass
with its head, luxuriating in the feel of the cool, smooth lacquered wood
against its skin. God, it loved that instrument! It always wished that the
Bandit would play it naked one of these days, so it could feel the bass's body
resonating against it without the Bandit's thrice-damned pants in the way. The
insistent throb of the deep, powerful notes was so erotic, and there it was,
stuffed into a pair of BVDs while the Bandit got to have all the fun!
Sometimes life just wasn't fair.
The Les Paul was nearby, gleaming black in the night. The Bandit's
penis gazed up at it a bit fearfully, and wondered if Zero's penis felt the
same way about the guitar that it did about the bass. It would have to ask,
someday, but frankly it doubted if it had the courage to put forth the
question. The Bandit's penis was terrified of Zero's. So was every other penis
in the building. Or anywhere else on the campus, for that matter. The Bandit's
penis shivered at the thought of meeting it out here in the dark....
The penis looked up at the synthesizer, and wondered at the flat black
metal of its base. It was a strange one, that box. It shrieked, moaned, wailed
and thundered. A lot like Diva when she was coming, actually. The Bandit's
penis chuckled at that one; Diva made him laugh more often than not.
Diva. The Bandit's penis turned around and squinted up through the dim
light at the upper bunk. There, perilously near the edge, was a blanketed
back, wide and gently curved, and a generous pair of buttocks clearly outlined
beneath the fabric. Zero was a lucky guy, that was for sure. She was smart,
talented, friendly...well, to most people. The Bandit's penis shrank a bit as
she thought of the looks Diva gave the Bandit. Why doesn't she like him, it
wondered. He sure likes her well enough. Hmm, maybe that's the problem. Well,
it's not my place to advise him on such things. Onward!
The Bandit's penis sauntered under the music stand, and clambered into
the closet. There was the Bandit's old laundry bag, smelling of sweat, and
dirt, and.... Suddenly the penis stopped, stiffening, and sniffed deeply at
the bag. Good Lord above, it thought, there's a pair of panties in there! Now
who in the heck--
Oh. Right. Silly of me.
The Bandit's penis wilted completely and slumped into a dejected heap.
Oh, damn, it wailed, why'd I have to find those? She probably put them in
there to be cleaned, the last night they slept together, and he hasn't given
them back yet. Damn!
It thought miserably of the wonderful warm nights through the winter
that the Bandit had spent with Teenie, before she'd broken up with him and
left him alone and cold and miserable and horny and frustrated and.... it
could remember every inch of her, her long lustrous black hair with the
glorious red highlights that took her forever to comb, her wonderful firm lips
that the Bandit wasn't allowed to kiss too hard because she'd be too sore to
play the clarinet, her beautiful breasts with their rosy-pink nipples and
virtually nothing else to them, her slim, tight torso with the razor-sharp hip
bones, her-- The Bandit's penis sat up again. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing
that she left after all, it decided. The Bandit can do better. I hope.
It hopped down from the closet and waddled comically along the wall,
past the dressers and mirror and back toward the bed. Ah, it's wonderful to
get out and about in the cool and quiet of night! Pity the poor female, whose
privates never get out to see the world and get a bit of exercise. It did a
few somersaults, just for fun, and rolled over to the foot of the bed. The
first faint light of the rising sun was starting to tinge the stark yellow of
the lights outside, and it glanced at the luminous dial of the alarm clock
nearby to see what time it was.
It read 6:57.
The Bandit's penis was glad it didn't have any vocal cords, because it
would've screamed blue murder right then. Three minutes to seven? Dear GOD!
Frantically it waddled over to the end of the bed, cursing the pain in
its balls. A lot like walking on sore feet, it supposed. Really sore feet,
that is. The bedclothes were loose and dangling almost to the floor, as usual;
fortunately the Bandit was a pretty sloppy hand at making beds. It strained
upward, and just managed to hook itself in the little cusp of the partially-
tucked blanket. With a mighty heave, it levered itself up to the level of the
matress. For a split second, it lost its balance, and teetered on the edge of
the bed, visions of a long fall right onto its balls playing grotesquely in
its terrified imagination, but it recovered itself with a desperate lunge and
lay panting for a few moments. The lump under the covers quickly shuffled up
the length of the bed, between the sprawlingly spread legs, and stopped.
For perhaps a half minute, all was still.
Then the alarm clock began to blare heavy metal music at an ungodly
volume, silenced a moment later by a groggily-aimed fist smashing down on the
SNOOZE button. The Bandit remained frozen in midreach for a moment, body half
raised from the matress, then collapsed back into bed.
Above him, he heard a moan, a light kiss, indecipherable whispers.
Then a pair of shapely legs appeared over the edge of the bed, followed by a
meaty but well-rounded pair of buttocks, demurely clad in purple panties. With
a graceless thump, Diva dropped to the carpet and hastily began to dress. She
didn't turn around; the Bandit was watching her, and she knew he was watching
her, and what was worst, HE knew that she knew that he was watching her and
that wasn't stopping him.
Another pair of legs, much skinnier and covered with hair, appeared at
the foot of the bed, and ingerly turned around, hunting for footing. Zero
climbed down to floor level, muttering, "Morning, Bandit. Sleep well?"
"No," the Bandit responded. "Not at all." He scratched his groin and
swung his legs out from under the covers, smacking his lips distastefully at
the awful layer of perdition in his mouth. He blinked, trying to remember the
fragments of something very near, yet too nebulous to touch.
"I'm never going to sleep on a full stomach again," he vowed wearily.
"Pizza with mushrooms and onions gives you the WEIRDEST dreams!"

PART 1: some introductions

Late January 1982

"I don't want to start like that. And again...two, three, four...."
"Hold it, HOLD IT!" The Bandit held up a hand and waved frantically,
making disgusted faces. Zero raised an eyebrow at the spastic diplay, but
willingly shut off the tape recorder.
"Something the matter?"
"YES, God damn your oversized beak!" The Bandit glared furiously at
Zero, fists on hips.
Zero selfconsciously rubbed the bridge of his nose, which was quite
frankly a tremendously outsized appendage for the face upon which it rested, a
bit of Cherokee ancestry that wouldn't have been out of place on a nickel.
"What is it? And calm down, you look like you're about to explode."
"You promised me NO cliches and NO stuff stolen from other people!"
"Well, of course not," Zero replied, looking hurt. "But we haven't
even started playing yet...."
"You know damn well what I mean!" The Bandit rewound the tape, still
glaring at Zero. "That 'I don't wanna start like that' line is straight off of
a Robert Fripp song! Now, NO FRIPP!"
"It is? Oh, so it is." Zero scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.
"It's from the prologue of his first album, isn't it? The one that leads
into--"
"No, don't start! DON'T START! Or you'll set me off and we won't get
ANYTHING recorded!" The Bandit waved him to silence. Zero grinned at him, and
began to play a lightning series of guitar chords, his hands moving in an
inhuman blur. The Bandit was reaching to turn off the amp, when the door
opened and Diva stuck her head in.
"What on Earth are you two DOING?"
The Bandit stopped dead in his tracks, his scowl deepening. One thing
I don't need right now, he thought grimly, is the Diva on my case. As Zero
came to the turnaround, the Bandit kicked in the drumbox at an earshattering
volume, and spun around to face her with a wide grin as he joined Zero in the
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