Message-ID: <5403eli$9711041040@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: OscarPaco@aol.com Subject: The Elaboration 4 (m, f, f) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <971101061622_-56083815@mrin41.mail.aol.com> This story is erotic. Go away if you are dangerously young. (part four) Ten: the Elaboration IV The next time I saw the girls, a week later, was as odd as everything happening in my life. After a particularly long jog, I had fallen asleep naked on my beach. I hadn’t done that before, but I had been feeling an incredible amount stress over the circumstances that had led up to this. Drifting in the hypnogogic state, I was half way between consciousness and dream when I heard at the corner of my brain a voice that was either familiar or universal. It said, "He must be dreaming about us." Of course, it was Crystal. I opened my eyes to the image of a naked young blonde crouching at my feet, gazing up the length of my body. When I turned my head, I saw that Kelly sat several feet away, equally as nude. I had a terrible hard-on. I sat up and shook my head. "You two sure know how to make a guy feel horrible," I said. Without looking at me, Kelly said, "I’m still kind of mad at you." I looked at Crystal questioningly. She said, "Kelly’s decided that it’s okay you were looking at us, as long as you don’t do it anymore." I agreed and said I had put my telescope away for good, that I was thinking of selling it. I looked over at Kelly and said, "Am I forgiven?" The question produced a grin, and Kelly said, "You’re forgiven." Her eyes went directly to my crotch when she glanced in my direction, and it was is the time that had passed since the last time we were together disappeared. The girls were in the mood to drink, so this time I volunteered to retrieve the beer, hoping to circumvent a repeat of the last episode. Kelly said, "We’ll all go," and we walked together, still naked, back to the house, none of us bothering with clothes or the notion of clothes. As we entered the house, I felt a rush of relief at the notion that some of my prayers were at least being addressed head-on. We grabbed some beers, and I showed them around the house. They squealed with delight. Crystal even asked, "How much money do you have?" I only said I had enough to keep me comfortable. Crystal brushed her body against mine and bit me on the shoulder, saying, "Want to be my sugar daddy?" "I don’t think Tara would like that," I said, then changed the subject. I didn’t want my thoughts to be clouded by sex with her mother. By the end of the tour, we had drained our beers. Kelly got another round, and we lounged in the front room. We did our best to cut through the obvious thoughts on all our minds, but we ultimately failed: the conversation literally dripped with sexual innuendo. Crystal in particular went out of her way to keep the topic focuses on sex. I didn’t mind, naturally: my cock showed no signs of calming down. As Kelly and I sat on the couch, Crystal jumped into the center of the room and did an awkward pirouette. "So, what do you think, Randall?" she asked, curtseying. "Geeze, Crystal," Kelly said. "You’re both incredibly beautiful," I said with a smile, giving Crystal’s body a thorough once-over, then giving Kelly the same treatment. Only Kelly blushed, and only Kelly looked away. "I have to pee," Crystal announced. "Hold that thought." She bounded out of the room in motions that were increasingly beginning to resemble a gazelle. The moment she was gone, Kelly turned to me and said, "Can I touch it?" I only smiled. Gingerly, she placed her hand on my cock. It twitched violently at the touch. She looked up at me, then down at me. She squeezed and said, "This is just huge, fucking huge." The words, the touch, the circumstance . . . whatever it was . . . I felt like fainting, but didn’t. She pulled on my cock, ran her hand along the length of it, squeezed, pulled it again. I could have come right then and there, it was so sweet. Crystal came back into the room, and when she saw Kelly’s hand on my cock, she said, "No fair!" and plopped down on the couch on the other side of me. With a quickness bordering on impatient, the two of them fell on me in one motion, and in quick time, I felt hands all over me: on my penis, on my stomach, in my hair, my beard, over my thighs, a finger against my anus, a finger in my mouth. I heard Crystal say to nothing in particular, "You want to fuck us, don’t you?" and then again, to me, "You want to fuck us, don’t you?" I didn’t have time to reply. Crystal grabbed Kelly’s body and moved her until she was positioned over me, and in seconds, I felt the wetness of Kelly’s vagina lowering itself over me. Crystal said, "She’s been able to talk about nothing else since she got a look at your cock. She wants you so bad." And before long, Kelly was whimpering, moaning and moving in spastic rhythms over me. "I can’t," she said. "It’s too big." "You can," Crystal said. "You want this." Crystal pushed down on Kelly’s body, and Kelly let out a squeal. A little more. And a little more. And before long, we were making love with a soft, rhythmical vengeance. Kelly went berserk after a minute or two, and it was all I could do hold onto her body. Everything suppressed in her personality, everything caged escaped. In moments, she was thrashing against me like a woman possessed. And almost without sensing that it was happening, I suddenly felt Crystal’s tongue on the base of my cock, on my balls, and occasionally a flick against my anus. And in spite of my exhaustion from the night before, I came uncontrollably. My own thrashing set loose a chain reaction. Kelly screamed that she was coming, and Crystal moaned shortly afterwards. I looked over to see that she was masturbating while she licked my balls. Somehow, we all managed to keep a tenuous balance between us. That first afterglow lasted for a good half hour. Kelly appeared to be a natural at cuddling, a natural at the after massage, the light play of teeth and finger and knee and palm of hand. Crystal smoked a cigarette and commented on how hot the two of us had been to watch and to feel. I told the two of them that I was stunned that things got this far, that they would bless me with the experience. Crystal made a crude and hilarious comment about my cock. Kelly nuzzled against my neck. They spent the night, assuring me that they had an alibi for Tara. I wasn’t worried. When we awoke in the morning, Kelly was ready to go again, but I managed to convince her that we should take it slow, see where all of this was leading. Strangely, there was never a question about Crystal and me making love. Neither of us seemed to want to complicate things by going down that road, so we didn’t. And by the time they left that afternoon, they assured me that they would come back that night. Eleven: Conclusion The rest of the summer traipsed along for the most part without stress. The three of us had a couple more encounters before it was clear that Kelly and I needed to sort out what we wanted out of everything. And at first, we did well to ignore the obvious troubles that lay ahead of us. It was clear that we both wanted a relationship and that we in strange ways in love with one another. We made love often, though never as intensely as that first time. By the time the end of August came around, it was clear in our body language and our lovemaking that we were not long for this world. We both cried, but we both also agreed that things would simply be too difficult to continue the way we had that summer. She had school, she had a future to develop. I had my life apart from that. The day she left for college was painful for both of us, but we managed to make a few lame jokes to ease the tension. We exchanged letters for a few months, and though the initial passion was still very much alive in our words, our letters became less frequent. And finally, the letter I had suspected arrived in my mailbox. Kelly had met a wonderful guy, a junior, and she saw no way of avoiding pain if we continued to stay in contact. She assured me that she would never feel the kind of love she felt for me. I responded with a short, sweet, and painful letter, wishing her the best of luck and telling her that she would never leave my mind, my heart and my soul. Crystal came home for Christmas, and I bumped into her at the grocery store. In typical fashion, she walked with me, her hand on my cart, until she saw that we were isolated in a corner. She raised her skirt up with a smile, and I saw she had shaved herself clean. So different than her mother. After the quick display, she palmed my crotch through the jeans and said, "Always the pervert." I laughed and said, "Always the kink." It was the last time I saw her. Occasionally, I saw Tara, though we never had sex again. The following spring, when the Northwest rains subsided and the heat came on again, I saw her at Constance Beach, which had once again become a hangout for me. She smiled and invited me over. I declined, but I gave her a full kiss on the mouth. "You’re still amazing," I said before I left. "You still have a big cock," she said before she let me leave. I went to see Geena one more time – to thank her abstractly, even though I wasn’t quite sure what to thank her for specifically. We wound up fucking in her car in the parking lot. A nice send off, I thought. She thanked me, too, I don’t know what for. The most surprising aspect of this little tale, though, was the phone call I got from Cindey a few days ago. She was unhappy, and though she wanted to make it clear that she didn’t want to get together again, she did make a strange request. She wondered if I would see it my heart to give her a loan. She was having financial troubles since her mystery man had left her for a younger woman. I laughed on the other end of the phone. I gave her the money, but I told her it was on the house. I owed her that much. 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