Message-ID: <21398asstr$943240201@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <38386A9A.38E6B268@nls.net> From: Varangian X-Accept-Language: en Subject: {ASSM} Menage a Trois 10 (MFF) Date: Sun, 21 Nov 1999 22:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin This is chapter ten of twelve. <1st attachment, "Menage a Trois. Chapter 10.txt" begin> Chapter Ten Alice had called that morning to tell us that she would drive down and be with us in the afternoon. I was surprised, because I didn't realize that she knew how to drive a car. We waited impatiently for the arrival of the little girl whom we hadn't seen in months. Molly kept looking out the window. She began to fidget at a quarter to three, and at four o'clock she was ready to call the Highway Patrol. Then we heard a car pull into the driveway, and Molly went racing out of the door, calling over her shoulder "She's here, Tommy!" I stood at the door and watched as the two girls embraced desperately, kissed and hugged. I felt an ache in my throat that threatened to make me weep in relief and happiness at the return of my little Alice. I went outside and joined them in the homecoming, sweeping Alice into my arms and kissing her face passionately, breathing in deeply the faint aroma of some expensive perfume. Perfume! I wondered, and I suddenly held the girl at arms length to survey her. "You look different," I observed. "Ya, Tommy. It's the new Alice. Do you like it?" She had never before worn perfume. In fact Alice had always been rather negligent in her personal hygiene, skipping showers and hair washes, letting dirt accumulate beneath her fingernails, wearing the same blouse for almost a week on end. She was like a little kid, unmindful of style or fashion, unconcerned about her personal appearance. But on that day she appeared before us totally transformed. She wore a blue skirt and jacket with matching shoes. Her white blouse was buttoned to the top, and there was a lovely ribbon around her neck. She had obviously spend time and money at a hairdressers, because her brown hair, no longer cut boyishly short, piled modestly on her head and fell attractively beside her pretty cheeks. She looked elegant, although she still appeared to be a girl in her mid teens. "I do, indeed," I responded. "You're stunning," and I wondered about the new Olds 98 that she had driven into our driveway. "I'll explain it all inside the house," she said with a sly smile. "You two look a bit foolish staring at me like that. You can close your mouths now." * * * "Just before Mommy got sick, her great aunt died and left her a lot of money. Now I have it. I'm rich. I'll never have to work, and I can stay home in our new house and take care of our babies, while you two spend the next fifteen years working into your professions: medical school, the residencies, the fellowships. You won't make any real money until you're in your mid thirties, but now we won't have to live for all those years in a seedy place like this house and count our pennies." Alice sounded a bit venal, I thought, gloating about her inheritance, her mother recently dead, but there was something in her face, in the set of her mouth, that suggested a new seriousness, a maturity that in the past had always been totally absent. She saw the questioning expressions on our faces and understood. "I'm not in mourning," she said quietly as we sat together on the couch. "I'm finished with that. I was next to her bed when Mommy died. When she just stopped breathing, I felt an enormous relief. For the previous few weeks, as she got worse and worse, I could scarcely sleep or eat, and I was always crying as I looked after her, especially toward the end, when she no longer recognized me, but just lay shrunken and unconsciousness on the hospital bed that we had placed in her room. I did all my crying before she died." Molly suddenly gasped a sob and clutched Alice to her. I laid my head onto the back of the couch and wondered if I had the strength to attend the death of one of my parents, day after day, week after week. * * * "Molly told me on the phone how you two were naughty with that couple, Sara and Jack. She said that you gave away a baby to this Sara!" Molly was in the kitchen fixing a lunch for us. This new, prim, conservatively dressed, elegant Alice was clearly miffed. "Alice, I only served as a sperm bank for a needful couple." "So, it was an act of charity." "No. Jesus, Alice! Molly and I had a fling with those two and we enjoyed it enormously. We knew that it wouldn't last, and it didn't." "Well, I wouldn't have approved of it, had I been here." "I know that, sweetie." "You'll have to tell me all about it tonight, when the three of us are in bed together. I like those stories. And I'll tell you about my naughtiness." "Yours?" "Ya, with Betty Morrison and Jack Kovacic, before it got really bad with Mommy." "I look forward to hearing about it." "At least they were old friends, Tommy, not strangers." "Can you tell me some of the story now?" I asked, slipping a hand under her jacket and feeling a seemingly pubescent breast. "Not now. Later, when Molly is with us, after we eat. I'm starved." * * * We didn't tell stories right away. We physically needed one another very desperately. I tried to be with them, to join them, when Alice and Molly let themselves go on Molly's large bed, but they took up all the space in their tangle of limbs. They ignored me for the time being, and I understood. They groaned, squealed and yelled out as they worked each other into a frenzy. It was a beautiful sight to behold, the small beauty and the larger one, my wives, churning their bodies together. They went on like that for almost an hour as I impatiently paced the floor, frequently looking in on them, sipping the chilled vodka, to which Jack had introduced me. Then it was still in the house. "Tommy," I heard a small voice call from Molly's room, the sound of Alice. I went into the room and viewed my two beautiful wives lying provocatively on the bed, Molly almost asleep curled onto her side with a thumb in her mouth, and Alice, her eyes wide open, slender legs apart, looking at me, inviting me. I got onto the bed and pulled little Alice to me. "Get on top, Tommy, smother me," the little girl exclaimed as I climbed between her outspread legs. "Oh, God!" she shouted when I pushed into her with a single thrust. "Make me a baby, darling, make me a baby tonight!" I pumped in and out of her, meeting her own passionate thrusts. It was unlike ever before with the little girl. I realized that she was off the pill, fecund, and I urged my seed to come out and do its job. I came first in a delirium, and Alice cried out triumphantly, knowing certainly that at the peak of her cycle I had impregnated her. "So you did it," Molly said, awake, watching the finish. "Ya," I replied, rolling off my little wife, my cock pulling out of her to release a torrent of semen which oozed onto the sheet, yet leaving a few million busy fellows inside of her, one of which for certain would swim to its goal. I lay between the two beautiful girls, each so unlike the other, and felt blissfully at peace. "Could we do it again, Tommy? Just for the fun?" "It's my turn, Alice!" Molly barked. Actually, I just wanted to go to sleep, but they kept me awake most of the night. * * * "I think that Betty and Jack will get married, you know, in the old fashioned way. They're just waiting to graduate and get jobs." Alice began to tell her story about what she did with our two old friends a few months earlier. She lay between me and Molly, the sheet beneath us clamy damp with sexual excretions, our bodies sticky and smelly. "When Molly told me on the phone about Sara and Jack, that you two were having a fling, I decided that I had the right to have my own fun." "You had that right, Alice," Molly murmured, nuzzling the girl's head with her cheek. "You didn't do anything wrong." "Well," Alice continued, "it had been weeks since the three of us had been together, and I was getting so desperate that I was reduced to, you know, doing myself, which gave me some relief but not much fun. So I went to Betty's house one day with the intention of having sex with her, like we had done so often, when we were teenagers. It was easy to pursuade her." "Ya," I commented, "Betty has always been easy." Alice pushed herself against me in annoyance. "Well it was marvelous, just like when we were kids and did it for the first time. I let her dominate me, and we had such splendid pleasure. Later, when we relaxed, I told her that I wanted to have sex with Jack. She did not believe me at first, because she knew how much I love you, Tommy, as my boy lover, as my husband. Eventually I convinced her that you wouldn't mind, because Jack is such a pal of yours, and she didn't mind either, because she thought the entire idea to be deliciously kinky. Betty had never before done it three way. So we arranged to meet at her house the next day." "Jack was so bashful, when the three of us went into Betty's bedroom. You know me, always mousy and shy, but I had to unbutton his shirt to get him started. It was so funny. Betty stood aside and giggled at the sight of her boyfriend behaving like a virgin. Jack remained passive and blushing, even when the three of us were naked on the bed, so I started kissing his body all over." "After I sucked on his cock for a bit, he began to relax. We kissed, trading spit, while Betty sucked on him for awhile, then he came alive and climbed on top of me. He's not nearly as thick as you, Tommy, but he felt good inside of me. It felt good to have a guy on top of me again. He came too soon, however, before I had my pleasure, but he really made it up to me the next two times, and I got all the pleasure I could want that afternoon." "Sometime in the middle of the afternoon Betty was on top of me and we were rubbing together so delightfully. Jack came from the bathroom with a small jar in his hand. I saw that it was Vaseline, and he greased his cock as he looked down on us. 'Betty,' he said, 'it's time to do what we were talking about, for me to visit your last virginal orifice.' Betty grinned at me in a devilish way and got onto her knees, her butt raised high and her face down near mine. She actually wanted it! I could tell when Jack pushed into her ass, because Betty's face suddenly took on a strange look. Her mouth and eyes opened widely, and I could see surprise, shock, concern and pain all together contort her face, which was just a couple of inches from mine." "I pulled her head to mine and we kissed as she mumbled into my mouth 'Oh God, oh God, hurry, please hurry,' as though I had anything to do with it. She then raised her head from mine, leaned it back and bit on her lower lip powerfully. She was obviously in some distress, but she was also enjoying it." "I reached my hand down and began to rub her clit, and that, it seems, brought her off. She fell forward and screamed into my face for seconds. I didn't hear Jack finish, but he was soon sitting on the edge of the bed, just shaking his head. Betty was lying with her full weight on top of me, stifling me, still breathing hard. I pushed at her and told her to get off, and she did." "The two of them then got up and stood next to the bed. They didn't say a word, but just touched each other gently with their fingertips, looking into each other's face. I had never before seen them so emotionally intimate, despite the fact that he must have caused her a great deal of pain. They went to the bathroom, leaning lovingly against each other, and I soon heard the sound of the shower. I suddenly felt out of place. I knew that they wanted to be alone, so I got up, dressed and left." "Betty and I talked on the phone a few times after that day, but we never mentioned what had happened in her bed that afternoon, and I didn't visit her again. Besides my mom was getting sicker and sicker." "I cannot imagine letting a guy put his cock into my ass," Molly announced with determination. "Eddie has a skinny cock, Molly," Alice teased. "I think that he could have done you in the behind without hurting you." "Eddie is a jerk!" "Well, I would like to try it at least once, but only with a guy who has a slender penis." "Alice!" "Molly, the world is full of strange and unexpected things. Maybe some night Tommy will get on top of you as you sleep and push his monster into your ass." "Oh, my God! Tommy, promise me that you won't" "I promise, sweetie, but only if you let me have another couple hours of sleep." <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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