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HOW IT HAPPENED - Threesome

10/27/2002

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HOW IT HAPPENED
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The airplane really made no pretense, thought Evonne as
the cabin intercom system said something unintelligible
and the Southwest Airline’s 727 slanted down through
the night sky to the Corpus Christi airport. It’s
plastic and naughhyde and too-busy stews rushing around
trying to get a minimum of tasks completed before they too
had to strap in and bump down to the runway. It’s an
efficient way to transport a batch of people from A to B,
without much concern for comfort. No pretense.
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Too bad humans can’t be as factual thought Evonne,
wondering if she were doing the right thing. Not that the
couple she was flying to see had made any show. They were
unabashedly interested in her body. Her pussy, her breasts,
her mouth, her ass. They just want to fuck me, thought Evonne.
I wonder if the people I see daily, here’s old Evonne,
attractive, nicely put-together, predictable, I wonder
if those people would be shocked if they knew what went on
inside me. What went inside me, she grinned to herself.
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Then a wave of anxiety swept her.
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I’ve never met these people she thought. God. I’ve
never even shook their hands or had coffee with them. In
a few hours I’m supposed to be sucking his cock while
she sticks her tongue up my ass. I must be crazy. If I were
a man, she thought with another quick mood shift, I’d
say I had balls! She smiled to herself.
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Evonne had met the couple, Pete and Pat, via the ‘net.
Not the first acquaintance made in cyberspace and probably
not the last, but one of the more interesting. They had done
the careful dance, traded some thoughts but no last names
or phone numbers. Later, as the conversations heated up,
they had discovered that they shared some of the same fantasies
and some of the same sexual likes and dislikes. Evonne had
played with herself, sitting at the keyboard in casual
disarray. Perhaps not quite as violently or as satisfactorily
as the exclamations she had typed, but pleasurable. She
had wondered if he were sitting there, red cock slimed with
K-Y, pumping hard, that peculiar focused strain on his
face.
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Most of all she wondered about the other woman, Pat, she
of the heavy breasts, short hair and All-American grin.
Had she, like Evonne, slipped a finger down there, feeling
the tangle of hair and probing for the intimate spots you
knew so well, those places your own finger could find instinctively?
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Evonne had come to terms with her own desires for another
woman’s body. Perhaps it wasn’t politically
correct but it just was. It was real and it existed and it
was not a conscious choice so much as a longing for something
less routine and less mechanical than the twice weekly
screwing she received. The soft weight of another set of
breasts, the musty exploration of clefts and crevices
and soft wet places.
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The kissing. Oh, the kissing Evonne imagined between herself
and another woman, tongues touching softly, hands running
through long hair, tips of aching nipples touching, rubbing,
the kissing and the touching. She felt herself moisten
as she thought of the kissing and the touching. That’s
mostly why I’m here, she thought, because I’m
tired of being predictable Evonne and I like to think of
the kissing and the touching. We’ll get to the hard
stuff in due time she thought.
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The plane bounced and slowed and they were there and the
passengers stood up in a predictable rush, only to wait
until the stew opened the doors. Evonne avoided the tangle
of people and thought of the kissing and the touching. Wetly.
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It had been easier than she’d thought. The airport
introductions went smoothly and (Thank God!) they were
much as their photographs had shown, nice couple, not plastic-pretty,
the bounce and sway of Pat’s breasts just barely
noticeable (Evonne didn’t think she was wearing
a bra) beneath a simple pullover, Pete brown and balding
but overflowing with quick-step energy as he grabbed her
single bag and led them through the terminal.
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Not bad, Pat especially, thought Evonne. Damn. I wonder
what they think of me. Too skinny? She has wonderful…tits.
She stood up straighter.
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Then they made the restroom stop, Pat perhaps a touch nervous
(I’m the one who should be nervous, thought Evonne)
as they chatted from adjoining stalls. They piled into
the black Blazer and were through Corpus Christi in minutes,
whipping down near-deserted freeways, lots of factories
and chemical plants glowing hotly in the night.
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“Brought you a little something, ” Pat said
from the back and there was a creak of styrofoam and her hands
came forward with a small bottle of Chardonnay and a split
of champagne and some wet cold wineglasses. “Pete
doesn’t drink, so I do for both of us.” Her
forearm brushed against Evonne and she wanted to turn to
rub her left breast against Pat’s arm but smiled
instead and asked for the wine. A modest vintage but cold
and wet and good and the wine glasses rather than paper cups
were a nice touch, Evonne thought. She relaxed back in the
seat and they whipped through the night.
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It began shortly thereafter, on a long stretch of highway
that ran to Tivoli, they said. Evonne felt a soft hand on
her neck from the back seat and rotated her head appreciatively.
Oh, what a hand! It explored the nape of her neck, darted
gently around her ears, ran down toward the collar of her
blouse, gently touching and caressing. Pete smiled at
her slightly open mouth and said, “I’d wondered
when she was gonna start.”
Evonne said, “I wondered why she waited so long.”
Then boldly moved the hand, pulling Pat forward gently,
so that the hand could explore the opening of her blouse
and the swelling – already swelling more –
of her breasts.
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“Gee, I’m glad, ” said Pat, “No
bullshit necessary”. Then her hand slid boldly
inside of Evonne’s bra and felt the hard nipple,
rolling it between her fingers and Evonne felt Pat’s
breath on her neck. “Damn! I want to fuck you now.”
Pat said, a little hoarsely.
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“Me too, ” said Evonne in a squeaky voice
and they all laughed quietly. They kissed, a little awkwardly,
straining and turning to bring their soft lips together
and it was similar but oh so different than kissing a man
and Evonne could feel the excitement building inside Pat,
it was as if she were inside Pat’s body and her own
simultaneously, feeling their nipples harden and the
secret lips moist and ready, feeling that empty aching
feeling that demands to be filled.
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And she broke the kiss and turned and met Pat’s brown/green
eyes and put both hands into the backseat, under the pullover,
up the smooth ribcage and felt for the first time the incredible
heavy weight and solid softness of the other woman’s
breasts, felt them and weighed them and tried to encompass
them, too large for a single handful, feeling the smooth
slope of the sides, the pendulous sway of them, the puckered
areola and Pat drew in a breath harshly and pushed against
her hands.
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“I want to do everything, ” Evonne said,
refusing to remove her hands from those remarkable breasts
as Pat arched under her hands. “Everything.”
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Pete laughed, casually holding the Blazer on the road,
white lights blazing a tunnel ahead of them and only an occasional
18-wheeler interrupting the privacy which was the car.
“Why don’t you let go of my wife’s tits
– just for a minute – and turn around and slide
off your jeans?”
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She looked across at him, no threat only promise and Evonne
made a non-Public Evonne decision and wiggled back to sit
up straight, Pat’s hands on her now!, struggled
out of the tight jeans and the nastiest panties she owned,
rather damp now, and handed Pete her panties, feeling the
car’s upholstery beneath her bare bottom. “This
what you want?” she asked.
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Pete took the panties, eyes flicking toward the road and
deliberately tasted them, grinning at her, then handed
the panties back to his wife for her to smell and touch. Evonne
glanced back and saw Pat rubbing the panties down her cheek
and felt Pete’s hand in her lap, brushing over the
surprising afternoon smoothness because Evonne (shameless
wench!) had carefully shaved her pubic patch that evening,
baby-smooth and lotioned, lips now engorged and ready,
wetness everywhere.
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Pete’s hands probed and Pat was at her breasts and
they were kissing, kissing and Evonne felt herself quickly
moving almost out of control and Pete suggested she recline
the seat and she did, which made her more available and her
blouse was completely open, the bra removed somehow and
pushed down to her waist and all their hands, there couldn’t
be more than four!, touching, rubbing, twitching, tweaking,
driving her mad and somebody’s finger was inside
her, curling up to that delicious secret spot behind her
pubic bone and Pat’s hot wet tongue was deep in her
mouth and she felt somebody groan, was that her?, and she
reached toward Pat and viciously grabbed those firm hard
soft breasts that were behind her and Evonne came hard,
there in the car, with two people she had met an hour before,
two virtual strangers working on her, attentive to her
body’s imperative, touching, kissing, pushing,
touching and she was glad that she had shaved her pussy because
her juices overflowed and she felt their hands spreading
them across her belly and she came again, quick, sharp,
hard, her bottom lifting from the seat to meet their hands
and the car swerved a little before Pete got back in the proper
lane.
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“Wow, ” Pat said huskily from the back. “I
need to come.”
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Evonne looked back through her mist and vaguely realized
the other woman had drawn back and pushed her hands down
inside her pants and was playing with herself, shameless
and open and Evonne watched fascinated as Pat brought herself
off, hips jerking and thrusting, her mouth falling open
and her breasts dimly seen in the faint light, Pat’s
one hand twisting the tip of her tit hard as if the pain intensified
the orgasm.
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“Girls are so damn lucky, ” Pete said, adjusting
himself. Evonne felt bold and crazy and she leaned forward
and gave him a quick kiss on his crotch, feeling a substantial
bulge. “You’ll get yours, ” she said,
smiling at him.
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Pat sighed from the back and brought her hand to her husband’s
mouth so he could smell and taste her juice. He licked her
fingers and put them in his mouth and sucked deeply, then
flicked the turn signal and they exited the highway heading
for home.
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“Let’s sit on the porch, ” Pat said
after they had gotten settled inside the smallish house.
It was simply furnished, minimal and neat. Books everywhere.
A tiny kitchen, a nice bath. A bedroom beckoned. Big picture
windows framed a moonlit bay and the massive Dalmatian,
Moose, had sniffed and sniffed again, his nose inquisitive
and quite interested in Evonne’s crotch, “Just
like his mother, ” Pete said and they all laughed
and Evonne patted that probing muzzle and wondered, no.
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They sat on the porch and watched the moonlight dance across
the water perhaps a half-mile away and Pete explained the
bay systems, indicated the light of Seadrift yellow on
the horizon, talked about the waters and the boats. Pat
and Evonne held hands.
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“Nearest neighbors are that house, ” Pete
said, indicating another modest home between them and
the bay. “And next door on weekends. But we can run
around naked and nobody can see or care.”
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“So why are you wearing all those clothes, ”
Evonne asked with a grin. Her pussy tingled with a residual
glow, she felt free and open and able to take on anything,
scared a little still, but they were nice and shameless
like the Secret Evonne and she planned, she hoped, she demanded
that they make the night what her dreams had been.
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Pete stood and deliberately moved in front of her, hands
ripping off his shirt and dropping his pants. He wore no
undies and his cock stood out half-erect.
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“Suppertime, ” said Pat and she too was stripping
off her clothes. She moved quickly, possessively, to her
husband and dropped down to take the cock, turning him slightly
to face her eager mouth. He threw back his head a little and
said nothing.
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Evonne watched them, sitting on the porch in the moonlight,
the neighbor’s house lights in the distance forming
sort of a frame. The pair was joined, mouth to cock, and moved
slowly on the porch, Pete’s left hand reaching.
Evonne quickly took it, nervous.
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Pat sucked him there in front of her. Evonne empathized,
excited to watch this intimate act freely shared, remembering
other cocks, the smooth texture always a bit surprising,
how they seemed alive in her mouth, how she would experiment
to find the most pleasurable sensation, the feeling of
control, how they would grow and harden as she found the
desired rhythm and force, how her lips would tingle and
the always surprising delight as the man found she wanted
him to come, wanted the abrupt final swell and surge, wanted
the spasmodic jerking, the hot spurts, the complete act.
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“Want a taste, ” Pat asked, holding out the
cock like a lollipop.
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“You’re very sharing, ” Evonne answered
as she accepted the offer and pulled Pete around to face
her. Pat laughed and got up to watch. Evonne felt as if she
were performing somehow, an audience of one woman with
swollen wet lips, fresh from cock-sucking. Evonne bent
to the now-rigid cock and grasped the balls tucked tightly
up against his body with her right hand. She bent to the swollen
head, a good cock, nothing gargantuan but firm and smooth
and nice. Evonne worked the head first. She had noticed
he liked firm pressure and she skipped her usual delicate
tongue work, instead wrapped lips and tongue around the
head and sucked firmly. She felt his firm man-butt, smelled
his clean smell, damn but she liked this. She heard a moan.
She also heard Pat laugh a little laugh and get up and move
inside. A moment’s fear shot through her but she
pushed it aside and worked to give him the maximum possible
pleasure, sensing what was good for him by the tightness
of his body, his movements, the slight twitching in her
mouth and she suddenly felt a flood of wetness in her pumping
pussy. His hands leaped to her head and he began to fuck her
mouth, gently at first and then harder and Evonne went from
master to slave in an instant, a willing orifice, a mouth
instrument, he was fucking her mouth hard and she was responding
as if that cock were three feet lower and she felt his hands
harshly on her breasts and she wondered where Pat was, he
was going to come and she was here with another woman’s
husband and he was fucking her mouth hard and she was loving
it and she made her mouth and tongue and throat a willing
receptacle and pulled on his balls and her hand went around
his tight butt and reached for the puckered hole, index
finger searching, she was a slut, goddamnit, she loved
being a face-fucking slut…
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And he slowed and quickly pulled back, breathing hard.
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Evonne sprawled back in the porch chair and looked up and
he sensed her confusion and quickly knelt to embrace her,
pats and reassurance and quick kisses. “Damn, you’re
wonderful, ” he said, rolling her nipple between
his fingers. And kissed her gently.
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“So what happened, ” she asked, a touch dazed.
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“Delayed pleasure is the best.” He grinned
at her.
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Evonne heard the door open and Pat came out, naked and brazen,
an ordinary belt looped loosely around her neck.
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“Uh oh, ” laughed Pete. “Ladies Night.”
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Evonne studied the other woman. She was perhaps an inch
or so shorter than Evonne but a different body type, rounded
and curvy. Her breasts hung heavy on her chest, large nipples,
full and rounded, impossibly pretty breasts, a slight
thickening at the waist, sturdy proportionate hips, a
mass of darkish hair on her pubic patch. Pat’s body
seemed functional and earthy, rich with unexplored mystery.
What was with the belt? Evonne remembered how Pat’s
breasts had felt when she touched them in the car and on impulse
reached forward and deliberately inserted her index finger
into the other woman’s wet pussy, a touch Evonne
hadn’t had for so many years! and she felt the smooth
thickness, the ridges and swells and intricacies of Pat’s
intimate orifice and Pat pushed forward against the searching
finger and smiled at her and Evonne felt like she had too
many clothes on, far too many for these pagan pleasure worshipers.
She finger-fucked the other woman, wanting to make her
come, and stripped her own clothes off, Pete eager to help.
<br>

“The belt means whip me, tie me up, ” said
Pete and it was a question.
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“I’ll whip the little bitch, ” Evonne
responded twisting her finger inside Pat harshly. “I’ll
whip her ‘til she comes.”
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“Jesus, ” Pat moaned. “I like this
girl!”
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Pete ushered them both inside and Pat had lit candles in
the bedroom and the covers were pulled back from the bed
and four black straps lay on the white sheet at the corners.
Pat had been a busy little bee, thought Evonne as she marched
her charge toward the bed, her hands all over the other woman’s
body, neglecting nothing. She forced a willing Pat down
toward the bed on her face because she felt a strong urge
to fuck the little slut good. Her fingers explored that
sweet opening for a time and she was dimly aware of Pete fastening
his wife’s hands and legs with the straps.
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“If she says ‘no’ that means ‘no’,
understand?” Pete said.
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“I won’t say it, ” Pat groaned from
the bed.
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“This drives her nuts, ” Pete grinned. He
deliberately moved Evonne so Pat could have a good view
and kissed her hard, hands roaming freely and Evonne thought
he was rather skillful and thrust her pussy up to meet his
fingers and kissed him back, aware that Pat was saying something,
half-moan, half words, and Pete was all over her, her hands
jerking on his cock, loving this man nastily in front of
his wife.
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“Whip her, ” Pete said suddenly.
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“Only if I get some later, ” Evonne asked
boldly.
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“You get everything, ” Pat said. “God,
I’m a bad girl.”
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“You’re a slut, ” Evonne said in a
stern voice. “A slut and a sinner and this is what
I do to sluts!”
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She picked up the belt and brought it gently down on Pat’s
butt and was seized with a strong desire to taste her. I can
do it in a little while, she thought, I can do anything. She
struck again, a little harder.
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“God, I’m a slut!” Pat cried softly,
pushing her hips up to meet the belt.
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Evonne struck her again and again, harder and then too hard,
she thought, pausing and watching to see if she had gone
too far. But Pat was twitching, eager, her hips and butt
arched up from the bed. Pete was stroking his cock and watching
the women. Evonne felt a flood of relief and struck again,
leaving a red stripe visible in the candlelight on Pat’s
ass.
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“You nasty little slut you like it, don’t
you slut.” she semi-screamed.
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“God, oh god, ” Pat sobbed and Evonne realized
the other woman was about to come and she whipped her then,
whipped her good and Pat came nosily, thrashing on the bed
and she heard Pete say something and Evonne tossed the belt
aside and covered the other woman’s body with her
own, lying full length on top of Pat, as if the orgasm could
flow from one pussy to another, feeling her own breasts
flatten against the soft skin of the other woman’s
back.
<br>

The orgasm was a long one, hot and twitchy, and Evonne could
feel the wetness from her pussy make trails across Pat’s
twitching butt and she kissed the smaller girl’s
neck and back, biting gentle, feeling the sleek soft skin
and reaching around the touch the sides of those engorged
breasts.
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“You’re my little slut, ” Evonne
whispered to Pat.
<br>

They all laughed but Pete was past ready, watching his wife
submit and revel in it, and he reached in gently, freed Pat
and arranged her, then turned Evonne so she was beside Pat
on the bed, twin asses thought Evonne a little dreamily,
winking at him. And he nudged and he positioned and he moved
them so they were on hands and knees, side by side and Evonne
could feel his weight coming on the bed and she wondered
who would be first and then felt a little tiny surge of jealousy
because Pat’s mouth opened and her husband was in
her thrusting hard.
<br>

“I’m not gonna be able…” Pete
groaned. “You bitches! You got me so hot watching…”
He slammed into his wife’s pussy and Evonne looked
back and saw his hand coming to her. Evonne knew almost instinctively
what he wanted and took his fingers and licked them wetly.
He plunged his hand, fingers rigid, into Pat’s ass
as he fucked her and she seemed to like it as Evonne watched
because Pat’s face was red and Evonne suddenly had
to kiss her and she rolled up and took Pat’s sweet
face in her hands and kissed her wet and deep, plunging her
tongue into that receptive mouth, dueling tongues, and
that pushed Pat over the edge and she plunged and bucked,
coming again and Pete yanked his reddened cock out and rolled
to Evonne and shoved it, dripping with Pat’s juice,
into the newcomer.
<br>

Oh, she had had her share of cocks, big ones and little, awkward
cocks that seemed almost ashamed of themselves and cocks
full of promise that spurted too quickly and made their
operators grow almost defensively hostile and cocks that
didn’t seem to like her and wouldn’t harden
and cocks that harmonized and cocks that didn’t.
<br>

But this was different, the situation made it different
and Evonne wanted to fuck them both, to be fucked by them,
to be used and fucked and spanked and forced deliciously
into being a slut, a whore, a bitch, the worst bitchy slut
ever, to come and come again and be used and to use in the using,
to devote her body and her mind to the using, the sheer delicious
fucking, wet, salty fucking and he rode her hard and she
could feel him gain size and she kissed his wife so Pat could
share the fucking, three bodies fucking and Pete’s
hands were on her butt as he grunted/screamed and his cock
swelled and he slammed and slammed and Evonne felt Pat’s
mouth, how did she get there so quickly?, Pat’s mouth,
Pat’s wonderful mouth against her clit, fucking
the three of them fucking, everybody fucking Evonne and
she felt more desirable, more sensual, more of a…a
“Cunt!” she screamed aloud and they all came
in a sweaty tangled pile, the last spurting drops catching
on Pat’s checks as she ate Evonne better than she
had ever been eaten.
<br>

Evonne was the first to recover and she squirmed free of
the bodies, then thought and came back to Pat, who had her
eyes happily closed. Evonne bent down and delicately licked
Pat’s checks clean of sperm, tasting the salty taste
of it, knowing that more was oozing from her own pussy.
<br>

Pat murmured and reached up to kiss and Pete joined in and
they kissed, traded tongues, bumping cheekbones, a delicious
tangle and Evonne gentle caressed her new lover’s
right breast, the marvel of it, the delicate weight of it,
the blue-veined beauty of it and she smiled as she watched
Pat’s nipple harden.
<br>

“I’m gonna let you guys play alone for a bit, ”
Pete said, getting off the bed. He grinned down at them.”
Besides, I need the rest.”
<br>

Evonne murmured something polite, not meaning it. She
wanted to be alone with sweet Pat. He pointed his now-relaxed
cock at her and she mouthed it gratefully, cleaning him
off, tasting the juice of her pussy, wanted to be alone for
a time with Pat.
<br>

“You’re nice to share your wife, ”
Evonne told him, holding his cock tenderly.
<br>

“I don’t lose anything by making her happy, ”
he said and Evonne felt Pat’s hands around her naked
waist tugging her back down. Pete grinned at the two of them
and left and Pat wrapped her arms firmly around Evonne and
kissed her deeply, then biting, licking, shoulders and
neck, the other woman was in a kissing-frenzy, telling
Evonne about the softness of her skin, how salty-tasty
she was, kissing. Their breasts rubbed together with an
amazing friction, rubbery nipple touching nipple, then
away, then back.
<br>

Pat was kissing her perky breast now and Evonne arched her
back to permit her more access and Pat’s hands were
busy on Evonne’s shaved pussy and she reciprocated,
feeling the tangle of moist hair, touching the folds.
<br>

Pat said something softly and began to slide down Evonne’s
belly, kissing and touching and Evonne protested mildly,
saying that she was full of cum and Pat’s face looked
up from the belly and said she loved pussy and cum and with
a shock Pat’s lips were full upon Evonne’s
pussy.
<br>

Oh god, how good that felt! Evonne had been eaten before,
of course, dozens and perhaps hundreds of times, always
wondering just a little if she were clean enough and tasty
enough and would the other person be bothered. Sometimes
long and lovely. Sometimes a perfunctory lick or two, something
from a sex manual. But this was different, soft-hard, insistent
and knowing and Pat’s teeth caught one of the folds
of Evonne’s pussy and extended it, tiny red tongue
busy and Pat slid two fingers up inside, arching for that
secret spot and Evonne strained for every bit of penetration
she could get and felt the waves building in her belly. Her
hands came down to clamp that lovely head between her thighs
and she opened her eyes to admire Pat’s back and butt,
promising herself she’d taste every inch of the
other woman again and again. Oh, how she’d eat Pat
when it was her turn!
<br>

And Pat then went to her clit, fingers pounding Evonne as
she did. Her tongue danced over the clit and her mouth was
mashed against Evonne’s sleek pussy and her fingers
found the slight roughness up deep inside and Pat went to
town on Evonne, grunting a little and rooting as if the most
tasty morsel was just beyond her tongue.
<br>

And Evonne leaned back on the rumpled sheets and became
a pussy, a total body engorgement, a single-minded organism
given up to the sensations of the other woman’s mouth
and tongue and Pat was saying comeyoubitch and Evonne’s
hips were thrusting out of control and she ground Pat’s
head into her crotch.
<br>

And came like she had seldom come. Shrieking. Thrashing
like an animal. Jerking and thrusting, Pat’s head
bouncing up with the jolt of Evonne’s hips, her asshole
clenching fiercely, her belly bursting, breasts taut
and tight, swollen almost to pain, the red flush of blood
in her chest, Evonne came and came again as Pat refused to
stop. It was pain and pleasure mingled and it was enormous
and encompassing and devoured her for a time.
<br>

When she came down, Pat was there, tenderly.
<br>

“You’re a sweet slut, aren’t you,
wasn’t that good, you taste so good, God, I loved
doing that, came myself a little doing you, you sweet slut, ”
Pat murmured, the words falling over each other, hands
smoothing and touching,
<br>

Evonne kissed her gratefully, her body lax and open on the
rumpled bed, too drained to moved and Pat’s hands
still exploring but gentle now, not insistent, time to
recover.
<br>

“I haven’t, often, I mean. That was terrific!”
Evonne said, suddenly revitalized. “God, you’re
good.”
<br>

She was glad she’d shaved her cunt, yes cunt, because
Evonne wanted to use the earthy words now, feeling more
open and uninhibited than ever before, feeling animal-deep
and ready, feeling natural, unconstrained, not-polite,
able to fully experience.
<br>

She quickly swung a leg over the other woman, tumbling her
back and Pat smiled up at her as Evonne rubbed her cunt across
the other woman’s soft swell of belly, her wet, used
cunt thought Evonne, penetrated and then exploited wonderfully.
Her hand explored Pat’s breasts, moving them, feeling
them, bunching them and she leaned down to the nipples and
then suckled Pat deeply, hearing a soft little moan from
Pat and tasting just a tiny taste of milk, both large swelling
breasts bunched together so Evonne could suck both nipples
at once.
<br>

She slid down to lay fully prone on top of Pat’s body
and they kissed and kissed again, soft kisses and hard,
exploring kisses, wet sucky kisses, quick little bird
pecks followed by forceful tongues, taking turns tongue-fucking
each other, breast flattening breast and wet pussies rubbing
and touching.
<br>

They experimented delightedly, finding a position where
they could touch clits momentarily, an electric shock
running up Evonne’s body when the tiny nubs came
into contact. She loved men, she reassured herself in her
mind, but this was…different. Exciting, softer
even while Pat could be demanding and rough. It was forbidden
and that added to it, and it seemed exactly right. It was
sexuality on a different level, a parallel plane, an openness
and a sharing unique to same sex intercourse. Jesus, I’m
intellectualizing when I should be fucking, Evonne grinned
mentally and rammed two fingers into Pat’s cunt.
<br>

“God, I wish I had a prick for a moment, ” Evonne
told her.
<br>

“Hang on, ” Pat said and rolled her gently
off to the side. Pat began to rummage in the bedside table
and came up with a black harness and a dildo. “Now,
you do.” she grinned. She helped Evonne examine
the apparatus and they played for a time – “does
this feel good, does this?” – with the straight
rubberish cock, trying it on each other, trying angles
and speed, watching the other for the reaction. Evonne
watched fascinated as the pseudo-cock slid into Pat, the
other woman’s pussy lips first sucking around it
then folding smoothly inside as the cock penetrated her.
<br>

“Jesus, ” said Evonne hotly, “I’m
gonna fuck your ass off.”
<br>

“Fuck me everywhere, ” Pat sighed, “just
start!” She rolled over on her back and lay there
with legs apart, playing furiously with her pussy as Evonne
strapped on the harness.
<br>

The smell of their sex hung in the room with the scent of candle
wax and Evonne adjusted the dildo so the cock stood out in
front, straight and hard and her eyes narrowed and she felt
like she had selected and pinned her willing victim.
<br>

“Oh, I’ll fuck you, you little bitch, ”
Evonne said through her teeth.
<br>

“Spank it a little, ” said Pat, thrusting
her pussy up.
<br>

And Evonne did, cupping her hand to match the pubic bone,
the soft-hard rubber cock strapped to her bouncing a little
as she patted Pat’s pussy, softly at first and then
hard, the other women writhing on the bed. And when Evonne
thought the time was ripe, she roughly pulled Pat’s
sweating legs apart, aligned the cock and thrust hard into
the other woman’s willing pussy.
<br>

“God, that’s wonderful, ” Pat said
harshly.
<br>

The harness was arranged so that the thrusts reverberated
back to Evonne’s clit, pleasuring herself as she
fucked the smaller girl. She experimented with her thrusting,
varying the depth and pace, feeling a sense of control and
power, watching Pat react and reacting herself, looking
for the right combination of angle and speed to pleasure
them both. She leaned forward and caught Pat’s hands,
spread them wide on the bed, controlling her pretty prisoner,
pushing herself further into her and she bent to kiss Pat
as the other woman came softly.
<br>

Oh God I’ve really got her, Evonne thought, got her
good. And it is good, a type of sensation and feeling I’ve
lusted for but never knew it. I’m fucking her now,
Evonne thought and I’ll kiss her tits and eat that
cunt after she’s come again. I wonder how it feels
to her.
<br>

Evonne slammed the cock into her female lover, feeling
the power, intent on pleasuring and the harder she fucked
Pat, the better the other girl performed for Evonne. Pat’s
head thrashed back on the pillows, her hips thrust forward
to meet Evonne’s and she urged the dildo further
inside her, mumbling obscenities and love-words. Pat’s
face began to turn to brick-red and her tits enlarged and
Evonne lowered her head to bite and suck the nipples, lost
in the mounting urgency. Pat thrashed beneath her and Evonne
timed her thrusts perfectly, feeling control, feeling
the other’s orgasm building and an echo deep in her
own belly.
<br>

Suddenly Pat came hard and Evonne was swept along with her
and thrust and thrust and slammed and collapsed on the thrashing
woman beneath her. They lay together, sweaty and hot and
let the climax wash over them and it was as if the climaxes
merged, so Evonne could feel Pat and Pat Evonne’s.
<br>

“Love you, ” Evonne panted and felt as if
she had almost merged with Pat. They lay that way for minutes
or hours, soaking in each other’s essence.
<br>

“Jesus, girls are lucky, ” said Pete. Evonne
had not even noticed him returning to the room. He slid onto
the bed and kissed his wife deeply. "She fucked you good,
didn't she?” he asked.
<br>

“She’s the best, ” Pat panted. “In
girls.”
<br>

“Thanks, ” Pete said gratefully. “My
masculinity was threatened there for a minute.”
<br>

Pat sat up and shook herself like a dog. She then slid down
to him, tasting. “Your masculinity seems fine.”
she said, sucking away. “Wanta come?”
<br>

“Only if Evonne---
<br>

Evonne interrupted, “No, let me watch.”
<br>

They smiled at her, perfectly at home with each other, even
in this most intimate setting. And Pat proceeded to blow
her husband, working that cock, tasting it, loving it,
sucking it, teasing it. Her right forefinger was buried
in his ass and she interrupted her long hard sucking only
to take his tight balls into her mouth with an audible plopping
sound.
<br>

At one point Pete rolled her over and straddled her chest
and fucked her mouth long and hard, burying his cock into
it. He beckoned to Evonne and she came over to be kissed and
finger-fucked, still watching. It was odd watching someone
else make love, a touch queasy perhaps but fascinating.
Such concentration! Such tension!
The fingers in her pussy grew more insistent and she wiggled
a little watching them, Pat sucking really hard now, his
hips pounding at her and he suddenly yanked his hand away
from Evonne and grabbed his wife’s head in both hands
and shot into her eager grasping mouth, screaming something
and thrashing as he came.
<br>

When Pat came up for air she was giggling and patted her somnolent
husband fondly. “Gee, Pete, with a little work I
think we can help you achieve climax, ” she said.
<br>

“Thank you, doctor, ” he groaned. “I
hate sex, you know.”
<br>

Pat reached out and drew Evonne down to the two of them and
with only minor re-arranging, they collapsed in a companionable
heap. The smell of sex, slightly acid and sweet, hung in
the air competing with the candles. Pete sighed. Pat rested
her hand on Evonne’s butt and caressed it softly.
Perhaps they slept a little.
<br>

“You know, ” said Evonne after a period of
time had passed and some stirrings told her that her companions
were coming back to life, “there are a number of things
we haven’t tried.”
<br>

“Really, ” said Pat sleepily.
<br>

“Like I’ve always wanted…well, I
kinda would like to try be tied…” Evonne told
them hesitantly, her eyes closed. Maybe they’d
think she was talking in her sleep.
<br>

Pat laughed and kissed her, sitting up with sudden energy.
“Maybe a little spanky-poo, too?”
<br>

“Well…” Evonne wasn’t sure.
<br>

“How ‘bout a double-header?” Pete
asked. “Assuming my ancient cock can perform, which
might be a rash assumption.”
<br>

Pat kissed Evonne again, this time with unmistakable intent.
“Let’s shower first, ” she said.
“Then you can have anything you want. Or, everything
you want.”
<br>

It was the first time Evonne had ever showered with two other
people and she decided they were equal opportunity fondlers.
But she was squeaky-clean, she decided as inquisitive
hands sought out her every crack and crevice. And she gave
as good as she got. It was fun, girls against boys, to torment
Pete gently by soaping and rubbing his prick to semi-erectness
and then watching it droop. She made sure Pat’s breasts
were well-soaped, too and did not neglect the other woman’s
butt and sweet little asshole.
<br>

At one point Pat bent over “to get the soap”
and Evonne and her husband both made a bee line for her pussy.
With exaggerated courtesy, Pete let Evonne ream his wife
first and followed up with a thorough digital exploration
that had Pat gasping.
<br>

The hot water ran out before they were through and Pete toweled
Evonne off while Pat knelt in front of her and ate her nicely.
The bathroom was steamy and so were they but they decided
to sit and have a conversation, “Just so we can prove
we’re not sex maniacs or something, ” Pat
said mock-seriously.
<br>

They poured more wine for the ladies and Pete stuck with
his Solo cup of ice water and tried to have a conversation
which proved difficult as they were all still naked, the
girls wrapped in artfully undone towels and no sooner than
a thought was formed then a breast presented itself for
caressing or a cock had to be tweaked.
<br>

“Jesus! We are sex maniacs, ” Pat said.
<br>

“How long, how…often, how did you-all get
into this?” Evonne asked, suddenly serious.
<br>

“We faced facts, ” Pete said.
<br>

“We told the truth, ” Pat chimed in.
<br>

Evonne made a “come-on” motion with her hands.
<br>

“Play with yourself while we tell you, ”
Pete suggested. And Evonne, with only the slightest hesitation,
complied. She sat in front of the two of them, her hands busy
at her pussy and listened to their explanation.
God, she thought, I can’t believe I’m doing
this, watching them watch her. It felt especially exciting
to masturbate for an audience, she thought, feeling the
red rushing in her lower belly.
<br>

“We both knew we loved to fuck each other, ”
Pat said. “But we also like strange.”
<br>

“And she had never had another woman but always wanted
one, ” Pete added. “So I had a friend, a big-titted
friend…” Evonne rubbed her clitoris harder.
<br>

“And I got on her like a tiger!” Pat said proudly.
“Are you getting close?” she asked Evonne.
<br>

“The idea of you getting on me like a tiger…”Evonne
said, clearing her throat.
<br>

“Looks like a job for Super-Lez!” Pete exclaimed.
Pat realized what Evonne wanted and, moving close, began
to tell her of the “big-titted” friend, the
night in the Dallas hotel. How Pat had unsnapped the woman’s
bra and forced her back, how she had gabbed those breasts
and suckled them, tiny hard nipples and large areola, so
sensitive! how she had bit and kissed them and then forced
the other woman’s legs apart so Pat could feast on
her pussy, how she had jammed almost her entire hand up that
pussy and how the other woman had responded fiercely, coming
almost instantly and begging for more. How Pat had felt
triumphant and how she had worked the other woman over,
how the other woman had responded by becoming Pat’s
sexual slave that night and how Pat had forced her lovingly
to greater and greater heights. Sharing her sweet-nasty
secrets made they both very hot and Evonne wanted to tell
Pat of her conquests but still held back. That’s
wrong, she thought, but I can’t think about it now.
She worked her clit harder.
<br>

Pat was say, “The bitch was begging for it and I sat
on her face and made her eat my asshole…”
<br>

Just about then, Evonne spread her legs even wider and her
hands flew over her clit and she arched her back and climaxed.
A deep shuddering, wanton climax, intensified by the fact
that she knew she was been observed, a climax that welled
up from the depths of her and left her shaken and sobbing.
<br>

They were both close by quickly, holding and patting her,
laughing with her, rejoicing with her and she felt complete
and protected and almost grateful somehow, as if they had
helped her experience what she had always known was inside
her.
<br>

“Me. too, Pete, ” she managed to say. “I
think I can learn to come, with some work. God, Pat, I love
your stories.”
<br>

“I think you’re post-graduate, ”
Pete said. “What would you like the most?”
he asked, hand stroking his resurgent cock. “What
can we give you, do to you?”
<br>

“Oh, god, use me, ” Evonne said, for that
was what she wanted now and she had come to the point that
she could ask for what she wanted and what she wanted now
was to be their slut for a time.
<br>

“No problem, ” Pat said. They urged her back
to the rumpled bed and lay her down on her back, Pete on one
side and Pat on the other and they worked her over. Oh, how
they worked her over!
<br>

OCI2
(TO BE CONTINUED)

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