Message-ID: <6696eli$9712231404@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: losgud Subject: RP--My Boyfriend's Back 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: <349FF971.4026@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 _[My Boyfriend, Behind His Back]_ I was pissed off. Pissed off to the max. Or, to put it another way, I was _maximum_ pissed off. Here it was another wonderful weekend in the great big city, and I had to be alone. A city this size has so many incredible virtues that all my friends back home just drool. They drool at the opportunities, but don't much care to listen to the whines. Weekends in my hometown might start about mid-day Thursday, and carry on until Monday night was threatening to turn into Tuesday morning. But here, you have to work your ass off the full five days if you hope to pay the astronomical rent on a tiny little one-bedroom apartment. The monthly sum which would pay off the mortgage on a big house back there in about five years. So the weekends here are nearly sacrosanct. Nearly, that is. This weekend my boyfriend Stephen was suddenly impressed into service by his company to fly off for some stupid conference deep in the heart of the grain states. As I've said, I was pissed. It really wasn't Stephen's fault, but nevertheless I kicked his ass into the taxi, after refusing to tuck a pair of my panties into his pocket. "You can have them when you peel them away from my hot neglected pussy, you bastard," were my parting words. I wasn't exactly being fair, but where in the universe resided fairness in the face of my weekend's plans suddenly having to get on a fucking airplane to Iowa? I stormed around the apartment fuming, kicking open the doors that dared to get in my way. I finally understood why those little cushions you leave scattered in the corners of your couch are called _throw_ pillows. At length I calmed down and began idly contemplating the spoiled evening. Treat myself out for a sumptuous meal, a really, really expensive one--while cleaning up earlier in the week I'd found one of Stephen's credit cards lodged between the sofa cushions. Maybe I could go out and take in a movie. There was always the possibility of going out bar-hopping, pick up the original blind date. But besides being distasteful, the only person that would punish would be myself. Get a guy that blind drunk, and not much else works either. I guessed I could always stay home alone and pretend to be all comfy cozy and woozy. I was weighing none of my attractive options when Kimbra called. "Oh Kimbra," I answered, "I'm so glad you called. Uh huh. No, Stephen had to go fly over the Mississippi River for some reason. I don't know. To report back that it still flows, and corn still grows in Iowa. Sure, come on over. I'll get some dinner in." I ordered up some delivery from a great Vietnamese place around the corner, then lay back vaguely fantasizing about a cute young boat boy who might be persuaded by an extra tip to forget about his official duties for a little while. Not that I'd ever. The food arrived before Kimbra, and I opened the door to some transplanted skag from Alabama who apparently expected the same treatment. He even came out and said so, after the money and food had exchanged hands. He was no John Voight, and that Midnight Cowboy could just ride on back for a wild night in the barn as far as I was concerned. "No thank you," I closed the door, "maybe in your next life, though certainly not in mine." Almost immediately there followed a knock on my door. Without the preliminary buzz on the intercom from the front door. I came so close to ignoring it, but then quietly slid up for a glance out the peephole. It was Kimbra, her face, in that weird wide squishy way. She swept into the apartment in her usual fashion, with a freshly applied scent and her wild flowing hair both billowing as though she was propelled by a wind machine. She came bearing a pair of bottles of wine. "How did you get in downstairs?" I asked. "You wouldn't believe it. Just as I was needing to come in this absolutely gorgeous hunk was coming out. I figured he was your secret lover, but just in case I got all his credentials and scribbled down every pertinent detail I could think of regarding you." This was too uncanny. "You fucking lying slut whore cunt bitch you!" "He _reeked_," she rolled her eyes, "of a Vietnamese kitchen. The lone GI so busy getting gonorrhea even the helicopters left him behind. He too had to escape communism on a raft. _Lucky you!_ Glad it's not me." "If I'd known you were this steeped in evil tonight, I would never have answered the phone." "Oh, girlfriend, chill out. So should we eat some French Indochina cuisine before we indulge in the fine fruit of the California vines?" The food was really excellent but we were both finished well before the supplies of it ran out. Kimbra pushed back first. "_Enough!_ And not more than enough. I eat a full meal, I always want to go to sleep. It's too early for that and too late for a nap. I want to save room for more of this fruity liquid dessert. Besides, we might want a little snack later during the movies." "Movies?" I questioned. "Yes movies," she made big round googly eyes at me. "Marvelous 20th century invention that the marvelous 20th century has shrunken to fit into a small black plastic box. You know, Denise, you pop it in and it plays. Movies. Surely you have some around here." "You don't want to run wild and free and paint the town, dance all the dances and tease all the guys?" I didn't pose the question with much enthusiasm. "Not really. Doesn't sound like you do either." "So, that's what you feel like doing?" I asked. "Oh, to be honest, this is a perfect night to cocoon and spoon." "So why do you want to waste the time hanging around with a widow like me? I mean, what about that guy you were seeing?" Kimbra blew air out between her closed lips. "Oh, _him_. I apparently snagged him on the way to a masquerade. He's invisible as far as my eyes care to see." "What happened?" I asked with genuine concern, because, of course, these matters are of the gravest concern. "He seemed like such a _sweet_ guy." "Oh, he was. But turns out his primary ingredient wasn't sugar. It was saccharine or some such artificial chemical. You know, I discovered the little tag at the base of his neck: _Warning! Use of this product has been known to cause cancer in laboratory rats._ And he was apparently popping in and out of the holes of quite a few rats." "Ooh, yuck." "Exactly. I'm not _that_ desperate to have a latex membrane shoved up inside me, no matter how good it feels at the moment. So I wrote myself a little letter. 'Still having fun? _P.S.: Dump boyfriend!_'" "Oh, I'm sorry, Kimbra. I mean, you know. I'm not sorry. I mean, I am, but I'm not. You know?" She rolled her eyes and gave her hair a flick, and then burst out laughing. "_Relax_, Denise. You really are getting it right. The sentiments _are_ a little bit confusing. At any rate, it's a big ocean and there's plenty of nice big plump fish, but I just don't feel like going out trawling tonight. Staying here and having some wine and chatting and maybe watching a movie, that sounds like a heaven of a night to me right now." She picked up her glass and had a sip, then wandered over to the shelf and started scanning the tapes. I went around the room lighting candles and turning off the lamps, all of them except for a row of low- wattage track lights leading down the hall. "Huh?" Kimbra said looking at one. "What? Which one." "_Riding the Night_. I've heard that's decent. For that sort of thing. I mean, save your money and wait for it to come out on video. Better still wait for your girlfriend's boyfriend to pirate a copy. Have you seen it yet? Is it any good?" "We-e-ll," I started. "Yea, sort of, I mean, you see, I've only seen about the first half, which was pretty good, I mean, you see, Stephen brought it over last weekend, and, uh, well, we wound up not watching the whole thing but not because it wasn't good, I mean . . . " "What you mean is it needs to be rewound because you two guys suddenly didn't have the time to do anything else but hit the off button, is that right?" she asked in a sultry tone, casting a teasing look my way. I didn't really need to answer. "Okay," she popped it in, "as good a recommendation as any." She was right on all counts. The tape did need to be rewound. "Okay now. One promise from you. I'm leaving if you don't cheer up. This is supposed to be quality girlfriend time. If you're going to put on your dreary uniform and salute Major Mope all evening . . . well, so long, it's been good to know you." "Well, gee, thanks for the commiseration," I snapped back. "Oh, _please_, Denise. If you'd just gotten dumped or something I'd lend you my shoulder until there wasn't a tear left in your body, I'd rail against every bastard that ever did you wrong. But face it. You're pissed off because your boyfriend was forced out of town for the weekend. How do we address that? I don't want to spend an evening sitting around bitching about _jobs_. Jobs are like men: _can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em!_ I mean, was Stephen wearing a smiley face when he got the news? _Doubter!_ Sure, he's one of the most totally awesome babes I've ever met. But he's a guy. You _know_ what was going through that guy brain of his." I gave a little shrug and took a sip of wine. "Oh like right you don't." Kimbra cast her voice down low, "_Well, goddamn, no pussy this weekend, and next weekend she'll probably be on the rag_." I exploded in laughter. The wine nearly shot out my nose! Kimbra joined in chorus, "Now am I right, or am I right?" "You're right, and you're right. I probably will be on the rag! Welcome to Blow Job City! I'll be climbing the walls with horniness, and he'll be all," I pitched low, "_Oh no, that's okay honey,_ I _can wait, no, really, I don't want to wind up ruining your sheets or anything_." It was Kimbra's turn at scalding the nasal membranes. Finally she recovered. "Okay, okay, so you're pissed off _and_ horny. Why don't you make like the yellow pages, let your fingers do the walking." "That's what I do all week long, Kimbra. Weekends are supposed to be special." "What?" she shot me a wicked look, "you don't have a bedside companion." "Huh?" "_Ah-hem!_ Mr. Reliable. Pull out your Dirty Weekend Dildo. Flip the switch on that old vibramagic orgasmatron!" "Oh, no," I shook my head, "that's not for me. Plastic, latex, rubber, I just don't like it. Okay, once upon a time, with this _huge_ king kong thing. It was the color of the _flesh_ crayon. Sort of like a loaf of puffy white bread. Okay to ingest and it sure filled me up, but it got me nowhere. I mean, I need a little visual stimulation, but everytime I opened my eyes it was to the sight of the evil alien monster trying to impregnate me. I couldn't get beyond _good god girl, you're messin' around with a dong!_ "Well, I knew this gal who swore by cucumbers, baked in the oven at a very low heat. Not too mushy. And of course let it cool down a bit." "Kimbra! I'm flesh and blood. I don't want to have sex with a vegetable. Grr-rr. I want _meat_." "Okay, a nice thick salami, _whatever_." "I don't _do_ pork." "I understand they are doing wonderful things with turkey these days." "Kimbra, you just don't understand." "Sure I do, Denise. You're a very picky eater." "You're missing the whole point." "I admit sometimes I do. But right now I'd say you're the one _missing_ the whole _point_." There was that burning sensation spreading from my lips up my cheeks. I was hoping the lighting was low enough my blush would go unnoticed. Kimbra can get on a roll where any sense of mercy is a scrap of trash out blowing along the gutter. It exists, but not in the room where she sits. I leaned over to the side table and lit a couple of scented candles, hoping, I suppose, to hide the primary evidence of my other blush, rising up from my other lips to my other cheeks. Damn I was horny. My poor blood was so confused it didn't know where to go. Rushing this way and that. There definitely wasn't enough left to keep my brain at full function. I had to calm down. I tried to pay attention to the movie, but it was nothing but a screen full of flickering lights, shouting loud noises. I vaguely recognized the pair of protagonists. Then it segued into a flashback, a tedious courtroom scene that was apparently injected at the last minute in an attempt to make the whole premise of the movie plausible. It was long and stilted and so very dull that I'd decided to rip off Stephen's clothes and molest him instead. "So Denise, when exactly did you last get some? With Stephen or not you don't have to say." "_Kimbra!_" I protested, "it's always with Stephen. Last weekend," I admitted. "Oh you poor thing. Saturday? Sunday?" "We-e-ll, gee, um, both." "_We-e-ll_ indeed. What are you complaining about? Twice within a week." "Actually . . . " "Actually what?" "O-o-h . . ." I rushed through it, "three times Saturday, and twice on Sunday and another time I'm not technically sure of because I wasn't paying attention to the clock." "_Girl!_ Oh you poor _deprived_ thing. Jollies, yes or no?" "With Stephen, always. Almost always. Usually, you know, _multiple_." In the low light Kimbra's eyes were full moons shining at me. "Shit. No wonder you're aching. You've gotten too used to the too good stuff." "I _know_," I fairly groaned. By then there was a grand swell of music and a fade-out shot of a man and a woman, looking a bit battered and dirty, staring at each other with unconcealed if stylized lust. The credits started rolling. "Is this the end? that's the end? how did it end?" Kimbra burst in staccato. "_One guess!_ Ms. Good and Mr. Good defeated all evil and have themselves for rewards. But before they can drive off in the sunset for a quick shower before you-know-what they have to find a taxi because all the other cars got blown up along the way." "So that's the sequel then? Ooh, scary! Two hours of standing around all ready for the real action, but no way to get there. _Hailing a Cab_. I think I'll skip that one. Just thinking about it is going to give me nightmares." I was looking all around us for the remote, when right as the film finished I saw that I'd left it on top of the television. There was a sound like a cross between radio static and a turntable in need of a new belt--sort of voices, sort of music, sort of under water. The picture was either a scrambled cable channel or a video that was previously rented by some jerks who hadn't demagnetized their VCR once in the twelve years they'd owned it. "Your Stephen," Kimbra chortled, "the Copy/Edit King. Tell him not to quit the day job." The tape reassembled to show a cock pounding into a pussy. Kimbra gave me a big glance and cleared her throat, "So is this how the story really ends, or is this the sequel to the sequel?" We both stared at the screen for awhile. "Well," I eventually answered, "Stephen did once mention how his apartment came furnished with a closetful of recordable tapes." The camera pulled back enough to show that the couple were fucking in a position designed solely for the benefit of the camera's pleasure. It didn't even look like _Kama Sutra_ kind of fun. It was a tedious grinding sort of thing. As the camera switched to a pan, Kimbra was quick to note, "Oh look, how sweet, they're having company over." The bed was pretty big but it was getting crowded. There was another woman, and two or three more men. "Can you believe this?" I grunted. "The girls aren't exactly pretty, but at least they have the bloom of youth still upon them. Who are these guys? _The Local Society of Losers_? God, they're all middle-aged and paunchy and pasty. Look, that one has zits all over his butt. How _attractive_." "Don't squeeze those titties too hard," Kimbra shrieked, "they might _burst!_" "God," I remarked, "so much effort and it doesn't look like anyone is really having a very good time at all. None of the guys are near hard." "Methinks I detect the sheen of vaseline. And look, you can see their correspondence diplomas on the wall. These girls are definitely graduates of the _Oh Baby Oh Baby Oh Baby School of Orgasm_." "This is unpleasant." "That's an understatement. Oh look, it's time for the come shot! Dribble, dribble. Whatever happened to _Spu-u-urt, spu-urt_? That's not even the real thing! Look! look! That pointy orange tip! The guy's palming a little bottle of Elmer's glue!" "Had enough?" I asked shifting to get up. "Yes, I've definitely had my fill. God, if sex was really like this, I'd become a lesbian just like _this!_" snapping her fingers for emphasis. And just like _that_, at the sound of the snap, without a word or segue, the scene shifted completely. We were watching a different room, a different decor, a different bed, all to great improvement. We were watching two different women, much nicer in appearance, and there didn't seem to be a man for miles around. That fact didn't seem to faze the gals. They seemed to be having a good old time. They ran through the preliminaries pretty quickly--you could almost hear someone off- camera urging them on: _Hurry it up girls, tape's a-wasting_. I became aware that I was sitting there watching with glazed over eyes, my mouth slack and hanging open. I started with a self-conscious feeling, looking over at Kimbra and being reassured that her face matched my own. She too had turned to look at me. We both sort of gulped. "My goodness," she finally said, "this is certainly hot." "Yea," I managed to reply. They had rolled around until one was on her back. The one on top quickly slid down, her mouth moving from her friend's breasts down between her thighs. A close-up shot showed us exactly what she was doing with her tongue. My pussy was screaming for that sort of attention. I really wanted to start fingering myself but couldn't summon the nerve. Over the course of the evening I'd sunk down in the couch a bit, and by now my skirt had ridden pretty far up my thighs. I really wanted to tug it back down but I didn't dare touch a nerve anywhere around there. When the woman being pleasured hit her peak, she went screaming like a steam locomotive plunging off a trestle bridge. "Well," I found the gumption to remark, "_that_ seemed rather real." "If not, she definitely deserves the Oscar for Best Actress. And," Kimbra gave a shuddery sigh, "her friend gets the award for Best _Supporting_ Actress." "_No doubt!_" The two women were just squirming around for more activity when the tape ended. "What?" Kimbra cried. "Fuck that, where's the rest of the tape?" "Either in Stephen's closet, or more likely on his shelf already turned into some Hollywood piece of shit. God," I ventured, "I'd sure love to see the sequel to that. The _encore!_" I got up slowly and swayed over to the set, then picked up the remote and aimed it down at the VCR. I didn't bother to rewind, just ejecting and shutting it all down, bending down low to pluck the cassette out of the machine. I returned to the sofa and plopped down, not caring that my skirt rode up higher than ever. We sat there in the quiet, the low flickering light of the guttering candles, not talking. I half expected Kimbra to get up and gather her stuff to go home. I was eager to be alone. My fingers were itching to dance all across my body. The second she was out the door I was going to leave a trail of clothing down the hallway to my bedroom. The other half of me was not at all surprised when she leaned over towards me a little, her voice hesitant and small. "Maybe, Denise, maybe _we_ should make the sequel. Maybe we could provide the _encore_." There was no reason for me to answer in words. I moved well out from my corner of the couch, and then Kimbra shifted even closer. She reached out a hand and lay it lightly on my forearm, then immediately recoiled with a slight gasp. The surge of electricity had singed us both. We weren't two women missing men. We were two women sharing an intensity of desire neither of us had ever felt so directly before. We were subject and object, object and subject, seated on the same sofa and subtly moving closer and closer. Kimbra's face slowly loomed in front of mine. When she was but a tongue thrust away her lovely full lips spoke, "This is so different, but right now I want you so badly." I answered with my tongue, closing the gap. Her mouth opened for me, her lips were on mine, and her tongue joined in for a gentle luscious dance. We started with slow deep kisses, the wonderful sweetness of call and response. But our passions, once unleashed, made us ever more urgent, frantic, straddling the line towards desperate. I had never been kissed like that in my life. I had never kissed like that in my life. Our hands moved from the backs of each other's heads down the slopes to shoulders. Our fingers lingered and trembled, not knowing where to go. There were so many new soft curves to explore. I traced the tender underside of Kimbra's chin, down the tiny down of her throat, her hand caressing mine in its motions. When her fingertips brushed around my wrist a shiver rose from my groin all the way up my spine. Never had I known an erotic feeling so lush. We gazed steadily deep into each other's eyes, each of us swirling into the reflected depths, our tongues twirling, the wetness of our mouths merely hinting at the rush of moisture gathering between our legs. I could feel the flush swell my breasts, and then Kimbra felt it too, at the exact moment my hands reached to feel hers. I unbuttoned her sweater as she unbuttoned my blouse, whimpering at the mutual discovery that nothing else barred the way to flesh fondling flesh, my hands massaging Kimbra's breasts while her hands massaged mine. My nipples tightening under the touch of her fingertips as hers were under mine. Our hands slid down our tummies, resting on our hips before going off to play in each other's laps. We renewed our kiss, shyly at first, then growing ever aggressive as we ground our breasts together. "I want you . . . " I whispered as I grasped her hand, giving it a playful tug, "in my bed . . . all night long." "That's good," she let herself be led up, "because that's exactly where I intend to be. With you," she nibbled at my ear, "in your bed," reaching a hand up to cup my breast, "all . . . night . . . long," her hand dropping to squeeze my ass before giving a tug at the zipper of my skirt. I stopped our procession long enough to undo the top of her pants, and reach over to unplug the phone from the jack. Kimbra gave a lusty smile of approval at that action. Then we danced down the hallway to my bedroom, leaving twice the trail of clothes I had envisioned. We arrived in the bedroom still wearing out panties and I was in a rush to correct that until I caught a glimpse of the full length mirror on the wall. What I saw was such a sexy sight I had to turn Kimbra so she could see. Our smiles in reflection grew wide and lusty as we locked our refracted gazes, our eyes growing half-lidded. I watched in the mirror as Kimbra's hand slipped down to cup and caress the fabric hiding my mons. Her voice was a throaty warm moan right by my ear, "Oh Denise, you're as soaking wet as I am." We both watched as my hand slid so slowly between her legs for confirmation. We turned away from our images for a long kiss, fondling each other silently. Then Kimbra removed her hand, both her hands going to my sides, and she slowly sunk to her knees as she slid my panties down my legs. As I stepped out of them Kimbra leaned in planting a tender kiss on my hair, then gave my swollen lips the lightest lick, inhaling deeply and declaring, "I can't wait another minute." I caught her arms and pulled her up. "You'll have to. But just another minute. It's my turn now." I lowered myself along with her panties, imitating every gesture she'd used, though when I bent in for my first brief taste of Kimbra, I reached around to give her full ass a quick squeeze. I felt a shudder rise up from deep inside her. I looked down and found both pairs of panties. Standing back up I presented them in my hand like a bouquet. We nuzzled our noses against them, breathing in the mixed scents of our flowering cunts. "The smell of both of us . . . " I intoned. " . . . together," Kimbra finished. I waltzed the few steps over and turned down the covers. I slid in then sat back on my heels. "Come into my bed," I beckoned. "In your bed. On your bed. I'll come all over your bed." Kimbra joined me, mimicking my posture. The position granted our fingers wonderful access to each other's dewy bud. A free hand each left to roam the other territories as our lips sank into another electrifying kiss. "Luscious, luscious cunt," she kept whispering as we stroked one another into ever higher frenzy. We were greedy and impatient, fingering and being fingered, but so aware of the other that when we peaked we crashed together, tectonic plates colliding and pushing up against each other, creating a vast new mountain range in testimony to our orgasms. We collapsed in a tangle. Within a few minutes I felt consumed by a terrible urge to kiss Kimbra, but the closest part of her was a breast. With a slight movement I had both of them at my disposal, while mine hung swaying above her hungry mouth. We drew new life feasting on our life-giving glands. Hands pressing, pumping, palpitating, while our mouths worked like sucking starving babies, suckling and nibbling, kissing and nipping, licking and tickling. I was mesmerized by the differences between our breasts. While we were about the same size, mine were more compact, firmer, ice cream mounds topped with chocolate kisses, my nipples always prominent, mauve thimbles that turned to metal tips under Kimbra's attentions, a conductive metal that shot the charges from her mouth, conveying them throughout my body. Her breasts were fuller and flatter, more inclined to the effects of gravity. I loved scooping them up to my eager mouth, rolling the mesas into mountains, her aureoles the pink saucers of a doll's tea set, the wide nipples rising in a fleshy pout. I reached down to her slit, my fingers returning to smear them with her sauce. Spreading butter, spreading honey on soft white rolls warm from the oven. "Oh _go-od!_ Oh, Denise," Kimbra nearly whined, "isn't that minute over yet?" Her hands gripped my ribs under my arms. She wasn't coaxing, she was urging me on. "_Denise!_" she pleaded. "Please! Now! _Oh- hh_, I want a taste of your hot little pussy." The sensations were insane! My tongue trailed down her sternum and across her soft little tummy, stopping to dart in and out and swirl around her belly button before continuing over her abdomen to the first little twists at the edge of her jungle. My tongue was doing that to her, while I felt exactly that on my skin. I heard Kimbra mumble, "Oh-h, what an adorable twat. Pretty thing! You look like you're just aching for some attention." Then she was lost to words, her tongue slithering up inside me. It felt like a small penis, but it was doing tricks a cock can only dream of. I looked down at her tender flower. My tongue wouldn't need to plow to find her furrow. She was already in full bloom. Her ripe, fertile smell, the coral pink and blood red colors of her inflamed yearning. Her lips were plump and protruding, glistening with her juices. I could feel her abdominal muscles tensing, flexing and flickering in anticipation and need. I leaned forward to lose myself in the plush wonders of her cunt, doing to her what her tongue was doing to me. I had wondered if it wouldn't have been better for us to take turns, the better for us to concentrate on the giving and receiving of pleasure. But the line between the two was utterly blurred. In giving her pleasure I was receiving pleasure. The pleasure I was receiving from her I was giving back in kind. Smelling her, tasting her, touching her, all these sensations were enough to propel me to my own ecstasy. What she was doing to me simply sent me to even greater heights. Tongues in and out, lapping all about, the gentle play of fingers poking, stroking, prodding and massaging. I could barely stand it! Continual waves rippled within me. Jolts of electricity charging between my cunt and the pleasure center in my brain. Every inch of my flesh was aflame. Kimbra removed a finger from my cunt and slick with my nectar started toying with my anus. I _gasped_! Then she nudged it inside. I stopped to scream, "Suck my clit you sweet little slut!" As she complied, I bent back and savaged her with relish and abandon. We came together like a shrieking menagerie, muscles exploding, flooding each other's face with our juices. The spasms were still rushing through me as I managed to turn around and snuggle into Kimbra's waiting embrace. I felt like a giant shot cock--sticky, spent and completely limp. We kissed, a long slow and sharing kiss. "The taste of us both . . . " I grinned. " . . . together," Kimbra finished with a giggle. "Oh Denise," she shook her head, "that was so, so, _so-o_ fantastic, incredible, excellent, exciting, wonderful, marvelous, so, so, _so-o_ . . . now _you_ say something!" I plunged my tongue between her lips. "Sweet sweet Kimbra, you took all the words right out of my mouth." We rested for a bit, replacing words with butterfly kisses and the light brushing of fingertips. At length Kimbra rolled away from me and got up on her haunches, crawling down to sit on her heels between my legs. "Now that we got _that_ out of the way, now I can concentrate on you for awhile." There was a gleam to her eyes and a smug set to her lips as she plumped up a pillow, then slid it under my ass. I spread my thighs wide, looking back at her with smoldering eyes, sliding my hands down to twirl around in my damp tendrils. I slowly bucked my pelvis up and down in wanton invitation. "Just don't take all night, baby. Leave me plenty of time to play with you!" _[My Boyfriend, On His Back]_ 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!" ========================= Like? Yes? No? Comments welcome. losgud@hotmail.com ========================= I am archived at DejaNews under "Author" name: LUSHGOD@HOTNOMAIL.COM -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |