Message-ID: <5952eli$9711291230@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: losgud Subject: <*>NEW STORY--My Boyfriend's Back [3/3] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: see@iglou.com, end@iglou.com, note@iglou.com X-Nntp-Posting-User: [unauthenticated] 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: <347F4821.2C94@hotnomail.com> ========================= The following is total fiction. Any resemblance etc. is a product of your imagination. This work is meant as ADULT entertainment. If the laws where you sit say you're too young to read this, go away and turn yourself in to the thought police. Even thinking about sex is dirty and nasty and will warp your mind forever. Go watch a movie or play a game that ends with a body count in the high four figures. Death and destruction are good clean fun. ©1997 losgud. Personal use just fine. Archiving okay. Absolutely NO for-profit use permitted. Reposting without notice is frowned upon. Tampering with the text (rewriting) is illegal. Copyright violations will fall under the jurisdiction of my principality, where the punishment is to discourage repeat offenders. We cut your fucking hands off! ========================= F/F FF/M con hum 3some NOTE: Here's a nice long hot one! Girls just wanna have fun. No implications meant that women enjoy each other only because no man is around; nor that the notion only arises when suggested by pornography. Duh, this is just fiction. The 2nd section [MB,OHB] is almost an addendum. But it was in mind as I wrote the first part and I don't think it detracts from the overall impact. Feel free to view the story w/ or w/o the penile implant. Enjoy! MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK [3/3] [My Boyfriend, On His Back] [1/1] I awoke to a gentle insistence, a slow nudging flooding me with warmth. A minor friction dissipating with wetness. I entered the realm of consciousness with the realization that I didn't have to get up and go to work, which meant it was the weekend. The general haze formed into distinct clouds I could identify. The weekend meant that there was a finger toying with my gate, that I wasn't simply in the lingering mist of an erotic dream. Stephen loved to wake me in this manner, trying not to wake me, wanting to watch me as I climaxed in my sleep. I usually disappointed him, waking up before the end, but that was never really a disappointment because then I would grab him and make him send me to the end. Being the weekend, no wonder I was so wet so quickly, in the sway of the continuum from the previous night. My pussy was still fairly freshly fucked, and after the interruption of a few hours of erotic dreams, it was well ready for more of the hard facts of reality. I was momentarily confused when my eyes fluttered open to find Kimbra's gazing back. But then as her mouth broadened into a smile I remembered everything, in all the perfect, exquisite details. I puckered my lips and she leaned into them, meeting me, her tongue parting my lips to explore my inner wetness in the same way her fingers were breaching the entrance to my cunt. I slithered a hand down to touch her sweet spot. "Kimbra," I teased, "are you always this wet in the morning?" "Only when I've had a night so inspiring that my sleep has been filled with a nonstop procession of super sexy dreams. _Denise doing this to me. Denise doing that to me._ Me doing that and this to you. The two of us doing _everything_ with each other." She gave a self-satisfied little look, then arched her brows. "_Usually_ I hate it when my dreams are just re-runs of real life. But not _this_ morning." We lay there like that, side by side, for the longest time in sleepy slow motion, engaging in kisses dripping with the ultimate pleasure of unhurried passion, our breasts touching and bumping and nudging, while our fingers grew sticky and moist as we worked magic on each other. We brought each other slowly up the same rise, teasing in backslides when the tensions threatened to overwhelm us. Without a word we were set on synchronizing our pleasures. I could feel Kimbra start getting too close again so I slackened off on my attentions to her clit. She heaved a deep sigh of disappointment, but then gasped as I slid a finger all the way up inside her, soon joined by another, and finally a third. I was giving her a short fat cock, but unlike a cock mine had three little heads, which could curl up to stroke the ridged vault of her cathedral. I toyed with her g-spot, enjoying her whimpering mewls while getting hotter and hotter from her fingerwork. I teased her with words, whipping us both to a frothy frenzy, "Does my sweet little Kimbra like this? hmmm? Does her pussy feel like it's finally getting some man-meat, a nice hunk of pumping boy flesh? Sort of small but god does it know how to touch you in all the right places. How would Kimbra like a nice great big fat cock? What if somehow Stephen suddenly walked in on us? And found his girlfriend and her girlfriend rubbing each other's pussies, getting each other all hot and nasty. Think how this room must just reek of horny juicy cunts. I bet it smells like two girls have been fucking each other all night long. I wonder why that is? Hmmm? Mmmmm! One look at us, one whiff of us, I bet Stephen's big beautiful cock would burst through his pants. It'd be lust at first sight, once you had a glance at it. And since I've already shared everything else with you, I'd spread your pussy lips wide open and invite him to come in. And boy would he come inside you. And it'd be the biggest load you'd ever felt. And just feeling him burst inside you would make you come again and again. And watching him fuck your brains out would get me even hotter than ever. And then I'd bury my face between you legs and suck all his come out of your pussy. And watching me do that would get him so hard again he'd have to fuck me. And after he'd fucked me crazy you'd have to butt in and suck all his come out of my pussy. And then, and then, and then, _OH GOD_, Kimbra! _O-o-o-hhhhhhhh!_" The story of course didn't really have an ending. The end of the story was the whole point of the story. The story ended with the two of us thrashing underneath the other's hand. I could feel my pussy clamping around Kimbra's fingers while hers tried to milk the jism out of mine. For a brief second I almost felt sorry. It seemed as though Kimbra actually sort of thought she did have Stephen's big cock pounding away at her cunt. But then the tidal waves overtook us and nothing else mattered. It was as if the continents had suddenly sunk, and we were the Atlantic and Pacific oceans crashing up against each other. We both came like there was no tomorrow. First orgasms of the day will do that to you! We lay there wrapped in a big cuddle, bringing our hands up to spread our juices all over our mouths, kissing and licking and nibbling. "God, Denise, that was extra-stupendous!" Kimbra purred. "You know, you make a really great alarm clock. What a gentle way to wake up, mmmm, and I was never even tempted to press the snooze button." Her eyes got big and wild. "And I certainly didn't want to turn you off!" After some more cuddling while idly playing with each other's nipples, I announced, "We really are the stinky twins." "Stinky, sticky and sweaty," Kimbra agreed. "How about a quick shower?" "How about a not-so-quick shower?" she giggled. "A long hot steamy shower, then?" "That sounds perfectly wonderful," she agreed. "I'll do your back if you do mine." "Well, I'll do _all_ of you if . . . " she grinned. We jumped out of bed and went down the hall holding hands, bumping hips, exchanging small shy but lusty smiles. Our hands broke apart, still feeling playful, slapping and pinching and stroking. Kimbra stopped us as we were stepping into the bathroom, pushing me against the doorframe and pressing full against me, inciting a long probing kiss that left us both gasping for air. "God, Denise, what we do to each other," she murmured, "what we do together." I thought we were going to wind up rolling around on the cold hard tile floor, but then she grabbed my hand and led me over to the shower. It _was_ a long hot steamy shower. We didn't do each other, though we did everything but that. We traded giving each other's pussies thorough cleanings, but backed away before we went too far. The sensations of her soapy fingers lathering every inch of my body drove me wilder than any direct touch to my cunt. My hands on all of her. The bar of violet-scented glycerin soap filled our noses with the most compelling but subtle bouquet. Rubbing our soapy breasts together. I would never have thought that in all our previous sex play we'd been neglecting the pleasure and needs of our breasts. Hands squeezing, cupping, lifting breasts, the tantalizing touch of fingers toying with nipples. Kimbra made me come just by doing that. I answered her smug knowing smile by gripping her nipples, twisting and pinching them until she responded in kind. We were pressed together, arms nudging between our legs as we slid soapy digits back and forth, finger-fucking each other's asshole, when the hot water started to run out. We broke apart to quickly rinse, then stepped out of the shower. I got us a pair of fresh plush towels out of the closet and we continued our play, two lovers marveling at the thrill and honor of drying off the body of their affection. Finally Kimbra stood up straight. "I'm sorry Denise, but I can't seem to get you dry between your legs. The more I rub," she grinned, "the wetter it gets." "That's okay," I traded. "Your hair won't be the only part of you that's dripping wet. The hair on top of your head, I mean." Changing subjects, I asked, "So, are you hungry?" "I am _very_ hungry," Kimbra shivered. "What with all the workout I've had, I'm hungrier than ever." "What do you want to eat for breakfast?" Kimbra didn't answer aloud. Her lips, though, clearly enunciated the second-person pronoun. With that she turned, and I followed her right on down the hallway. Barely an hour awake, and already we were going back to bed! We stopped in front of the bed. Kimbra moved around and nestled up behind me. I could feel her nipples poking at my back, the pillows of her breasts pushing their springy softness against my lower shoulder blades. Her hips rotated mildly, her pubic hair brushing against the cheeks of my ass. She sent her hands traveling all up and down as she asked in a small uncertain voice, "Denise? All that stuff you were talking about before? You were just saying all that to get us all excited, right? You didn't really mean you'd, you know, did you?" I turned around in her embrace. "It certainly worked, didn't it?" I flicked the tip of her nose with my tongue. "It did get us all excited, didn't it?" I caressed her hair, her cheeks, "But if I said it, than I certainly meant it." I kissed her lips lightly, "But only as a suggestion. Nothing you need feel forced to do. But if you'd like? Like I said, my sweet darling Kimbra, anything that's mine is yours. _Anything!_ Anything at all." "I'd _love_ a chance at that," she squealed, giving me a great big hug. Kimbra shoved me back down onto the swirl of soiled bedding, then dove at an angle between my legs. I reached around and grabbed a thigh, roughly turning her so her hips hovered above my face. "Uh uh," I declared, "it's rude to make your guests eat all alone!" I wouldn't have minded a few pieces of toast, but her hot buttered roll really was nourishment enough for the moment. We were well on our way into round two with no sign of stopping when I heard the tinkling rattle of the door locks. More rustling and the door slamming shut. "Fresh bagels," Stephen announced, "in all eight varieties, with four different spreads. Half a pound of freshly ground AAA quality arabica beans. And the big paper hot off the press--mind the ink, it's still wet!" "And that ain't all! Lucky Kimbra," I whispered, "I think your chance has arrived much sooner than expected." Kimbra just sort of whimpered. Her real reply was that her pussy nearly instantly became even juicier than ever. And her tongue started whirling like a blender blade. Stephen set everything in the kitchen and then returned, sort of peering down the hallway towards the darkened bedroom. "Hello, hello!" he called. "In here," I managed to groan. "Okay, rise and shine my sweet little sleepy head. Hey, your phone cord got pulled out of the jack--no wonder I couldn't reach you last night. I didn't get back to my place until very late, too late to come over, and then I couldn't call. You'll never guess what happened! The plane I was supposed to catch? Coming in from wherever, some guy decides he wants to go somewhere else, so he hijacks the plane. They get halfway to wherever else, one of the flight attendants conks the guy over the head. Everything's okay, so they turn around and come back here. I guess the pilot's a little rattled though. Eager to get out of the air. A little too eager. Doesn't wait for the runway to land, instead puts the plane down in the water. Everything's still okay. No one's hurt, the plane's fine, they get everyone off, and the villain goes into custody. They're reassuring us the flight's still on. Just gotta lift the plane out of the water, then we'll be going. They'll give us all a couple of complimentary rolls of paper towels, you know. So they're getting it out and something goes wrong--_KABOOM!_--the whole fucking plane _explodes!_ Didn't you see it on the news?" "No, I, uh, was busy doing something else." "Oh yea, what? Anyway, so they say okay people, we've got another plane coming in. It's overdue and we don't really know where it is because it's not showing on the radar anymore, and we were going to park it in the hanger because the FAA wants us to start doing something called maintenance, but we'll be happy to pull it in here and get you kind patient folks on your way. It was brilliant. 150, 200 people standing and saying in unison, _No thank you!_ Gosh it's dark in here. Anyway, sorry for barging in like this, not buzzing, just letting myself in. But I really wanted to surprise you. Surprised?" I heard him sniff, then gasp. "Surprise!" I said in a sultry voice. "Kimbra and I had a slumber party last night. Care to join us? I bet Kimbra would just _love_ a nice stiff cock right about now." "God, _yes!_" she growled, raising her rump in the air. The reality was a little different from the fantasy. Stephen didn't erupt out of his clothing. The poor mortal dear had to trip all over himself stripping out of his moral gear. But then there he stood, tall and proud, preceded by that part of him standing tall and proud. I reached out and grabbed his cock, pulling him closer, guiding him into the gates of a heaven called Kimbra. I grinned, unable to tell which one of them groaned the louder as he penetrated her. "Go baby," I crooned, "fuck her lights out." I coaxed him on, I coaxed them both on, my fingers and lips and tongue helping to celebrate their union. Just the sight of his stiff cock thrusting in and out of the greedily sucking lips of her cunt was enough to set me off. That, combined with the way Kimbra was expressing her gratitude, had my pussy blowing like a volcano. I had both his balls in my mouth, the ring of a thumb and forefinger jacking the base of his cock, while my tongue flitted against her clit. I didn't want to come alone. And I most certainly didn't. Kimbra flattened out atop me, her shrieks of satisfaction resonating against my sex, while I watched in a daze as her labia pulsated and pulled at his thrusting cock. Stephen was past the finish line and running his victory lap, humping at a hundred miles an hour, his heavy balls tightened up and contracting as he pumped a big load of his thick seed deep inside her eager cunt. Little pearly globules leaked out each time he withdrew to slam in again. I licked my lips anticipating a taste. I crawled out from under Kimbra--it was one thing to have Kimbra collapse on top of me, but if then Stephen collapsed on top of _her_ . . . finally Kimbra's knees buckled completely, Stephen popping right out of her. He turned with a groan and fell to his back. I pounced on him, taking his subsiding erection in my mouth. I wasn't hoping to revive him this quickly, I just wanted to lick the luscious sheen off his cock. The delicious slurry of him and her. I made short work of that! Then I rose and turned to Kimbra. She was such a beautiful sight, the round full globes of her lovely ass, the plump lips of her freshly fucked cunt nestled in its furry nest. I reached down, rubbing her ass, squeezing it, rolling and separating the cheeks. Sliding a hand down to cup her mons I murmured, "Mmm, you feel just as freshly fucked as you look." "Oh-h-h," she whimpered, pushing back against my palm, "tell me about it." I swung a hand around under her hip and started rolling her over, my other hand positioning a pillow to be under her ass. And then there she was, spread wide and inviting as ever. I slid two fingers all the way up inside her. "Oh no," she groaned, "not more!" "Oh yes," came my wicked reply, "plenty more." I withdrew my fingers and lifted them to my face, sticky with her juices and stringy with sperm. "Mmm," I licked them sensuously, "I never got to finish my breakfast. Tastes extra fortified now." I dove down going for more. After awhile the bed sort of shifted and her sounds of arousal grew muffled. I glance up to see the sight of my boyfriend's back, the clenching of his ass as he fed his cock into Kimbra's mouth. "_O-oh Denise_," she trilled, "your boyfriend's back." I leapt up and grabbed him by the shoulders, "You mean my boyfriend's back on his back!" Kimbra cheered when she saw what I was doing, pushing up at his abdomen to help. We wrestled a very surprised Stephen on to his back, and then we turned into the suck-off twins. "What's the matter," Kimbra gloated at Stephen, "never had a double-barreled blow-job before?" Our tongues battled to be Queen of the Hill, then joined forces in a snaky slithery descent down his long shaft. "And from the looks of things, he's not going to stick around much longer to enjoy this one," I commented. Kimbra chortled then moved back, keeping a firm grip on the base of his cock. "Okay baby, this one's for you. Sink your juicy twat down on this big fuck stick. We're finally going to give you what you've been pining for." She helped guide him to my entrance, then rubbed his head all over my lips, teasing the two of us. "God Kimbra, give it to me already!" I sank all the way down with a low growl while she moved behind me, nibbling on my neck, her squeezing hands alternating between my ass and my tits. I gazed down at Stephen's face. He was wide-eyed and slack-jawed, panting like a dog. "Kimbra," I whined, "his tongue is hanging out. Do something about it!" "My pleasure," she wriggled, edging around. "Hiya buddy, all the seats are taken. Mind if I sit on your face?" Whether Stephen cared or not really didn't matter. Not that I think he did. And even if he did, she didn't give him a chance to complain. Kimbra settled her haunches down, facing me. "Lick my pussy clean, you bastard, or I'll smother you." Kimbra had eyes like the sky at night, deep and dark and glittering with stars. We leaned together for playful kisses, nuzzling each other while we grabbed handfuls of breasts, furtive hands slinking down our tummies to toy with our clits, whispering to each other about our impending orgasms. "I'm going to come first." "Uh uh, I'm going to beat you there, I'm already starting to feel it," bouncing up and down all the harder. She ground herself down more frantically, "I'm going to cream all over his face! Hope I don't suffocate him!" "Oh my god, I'm creaming all over his cock." Actually, Stephen was the first to start peaking, which was no surprise considering how roughly I was riding him. Feeling that big cock swelling even larger inside me sent me shrieking, and right then Stephen's lips closed around my finger and Kimbra's clit and he started sucking away like a hungry cunt. She screamed out her pleasure and we sank into a hug, draping our arms over our shoulders, forming the apex of a triangle more for support than anything else. As our passions subsided, we slunk around and sunk into a big cuddly pile of arms and legs. Eventually Stephen exhaled a huge sigh. "Whew! What a surprise. Maybe I should go away and come back more often." In uncanny unison we piped up, "Maybe you should go on your back and come more often." We each moved a hand down to caress his sticky limp member. "Oh my," he shuddered, "come on girls, show a guy a little mercy. I think he needs to rest awhile before he sees anymore action." "I know how to get him hard again," Kimbra giggled. "Jealous cock! Can't stand to see two cunts having fun without him." "Oh please no, not yet." "Should we show him mercy?" I asked. "I'll show him my mercy if you show him yours!" "Kimbra! You are insatiable!" She stuck out her tongue. "But I'm so hungry for something good to eat. Okay Stephen, here's the deal. We'll be kind. _If_ you go fix breakfast _and_ bring it in to us." "Sure thing!" he jumped out of bed, padding naked down the hall. "Cute buns!" she called out after him, "I'd love to spread my butter all over them!" Then to me she laughed, "I've never seen a man move so fast to the kitchen in all my life." I was feeling nearly dreamy. "Breakfast in bed, what a rare treat." Kimbra drew up to me. "The sweetest treat indeed," she agreed, "but what's so rare about it." I gave her a puzzled look. "Well, I can't recall the last time it happened." "Your memory is shot," she shot back bemused. "What would you call what we've been doing all morning long if not feasting on breakfast in bed?!!" I very nearly blushed! "And I believe I'm due. I believe I have a big helping coming to me. You got to lap a load out of me," she started fingering me, "so now it's my turn. How about it? Should we surprise Stephen again?" "Well," I nipped at her, "only if I get to make sure that I did indeed get my full share!" "Mmm, what's mine is yours!" she agreed. Kimbra squirmed around and spread her legs as I shifted over on top of her. From far off in the kitchen came Stephen's cry, "How do I get this toaster to work anyhow?" Our laughter rang like bells chasing after my reply, "Just pop it in and get it while it's hot!" ========================= End Part 3 of 3 ========================= Like? Yes? No? 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