Message-ID: <24350asstr$959649027@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <3932863F.9CCF485A@nls.net> From: Varangien X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} Menage a trois (6) Date: Mon, 29 May 2000 21:10:27 -0400 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: dennyw, newsman Chapter Six At the end of our sophmore year we began to feel old. When the school year ended, we did not return home, except for a brief visit in July. We stayed in our cottage that Summer and found odd jobs to make some money. Alice's mother understood completely that her daughter was now a member of a new family, that she was married to two persons of different sexes. My dad thought that I was sowing wild oats, and he approved of it, although my mom missed me. Molly's family didn't have a clue, and they were angry that she did not come home for the Summer When we visited home in July, we had supper one night at Alice's house. After dinner her mother had us gather in the living room, because she had things to say. "Children (we cringed at the word), children I know that you have a special relationship that has endured, improbably, for over a year. I have no criticism regarding that, because you are, after all, adults. But Alice has been talking to me about having babies. That is serious. You have to understand that you live in a society with rigid standards, unless, of course, you want to live on the fringe of it and just wither away your lives in trailer parks." "I know what you are saying, Mrs. Carpenter," I interrupted the woman, "but we will not end up in a trailer park. Molly and I both have a 4.0 average, and we will graduate summa cum laude. There is no question that we will get into medical school, although we can't know yet which one it will be." "What about Alice?" Mrs. Carpenter demanded harshly, "what about her. She won't go to medical school. What will she be? Your live in baby sitter?" "Mommy . . ." "Shut up!" "Mrs. Carpenter, please understand me," I continued. "Alice is the bond that holds us together. She is the head of the family, the matriarch." "I don't want to hear anything more about this silliness, this immoral self indulgence," the woman exclaimed, almost in a rant. Turning to Molly she asked "Does you father know about this, this scandalous triad.?" "No, and I dread the moment that I'll have to tell him, probably when I'm far advanced in pregnancy. He'll freak out. Mrs. Carpenter, you must understand that the three of us love one another profoundly. We're adults. We know what we're doing." "It's all very stupid, what you're doing, but I don't love my daughter any less because of it." And with that final statement Mrs. Carpenter got up and went to her room. * * * When the new school year began, we were juniors, and we felt very grown up, very sophisticated in contrast especially to the new arrivals on campus, the freshmen, who appeared to us to be so raw and immature. Early in the semester we became acquainted with one of them, a seventeen year old boy named Ed Zagorsky, who looked to be no more than fourteen and who was as pretty as a girl in a very blond way. It was Alice who found him. Alice was in the Union cafeteria one noon time wearing a baseball cap on her short cropped head, waiting in line to order a snack, when Ed, who stood behind her, struck up a conversation. "Hi, he said, "I'm Ed." "Hi Ed, my name is Al." We frequently called the girl Al, and Alice always liked the sound of it. "Do you go to school here? You look rather young to be a freshman," the boy said. "So do you," Alice replied. "I just look young." "So do I." Alice turned away from the boy for a moment, slipped off her marriage ring and stuck it into her pocket. She intended to have some innocent fun with the pretty boy. "Will you sit with me Ed?" Alice asked the boy as they moved away from the steam table. "Sure, Al." They settled at a table and began to eat their hamburgers in silence. "This my first time away from home," Ed announced, "except for Scout camp, of course. It's all very confusing, don't you think?" "There are so many people on campus," Alice replied. "Ya. I heard that there are over twenty thousand students at the university. Fortunately, at least half of them are girls," Ed said with a slight giggle. "With that many girls about, I'll probably be able to find one my size. Even you might get lucky. How tall are you? "Four eight." "I'm five four, but my dad, who's a doctor, says that I'll probably add a couple more inches. What dorm are you in," he continued. "I live off campus," Alice replied. "Oh, you're a local." "Sorta." Alice could not keep up the pretense, she later told me, because the boy was so innocent and sweet, and she felt that she was being cruel. "Ed," she said leaning close to the table, "I'm sorry, but I've been putting you on. I'm a girl. My name is Alice." The boy stared at her in open mouth astonishment for a minute and then broke out into loud laughter. "I feel so silly," he gasped. "I should have known. You're so small and pretty, and your voice alone should have given it away." "Really, I'm so sorry." "No, no, Alice. I like a good joke, even at my own expense." "So," he continued, "I've finally met a pretty girl close to my own size." At that moment Molly and I spotted them across the room, and we made our way over to their table. Alice beamed a hello smile at us, when she saw us approaching. With her hands under table she put her ring back on. "Hi," she smiled. "This is Ed Zagorsky. Ed, these are, uh, my friends Molly Burns and Tom Foley." Ed stood up and just stared at Molly, who was seven inches taller than he, stared at her without embarrassment, dumbstruck by her incredible beauty. He seemed, suddenly, to shiver and remember his good manners. He shook our hands with a mumbled "glad to meet you." Then he stared again at Molly, who smiled sweetly at the beautiful boy. We sat down at the table and engaged in light conversation, learning that Ed would become eighteen the following week, that he lived in Canton, that he didn't have any fixed career plans, and that he would probably do a history major. Molly gave Alice and me a brief, telling look and we both nodded affirmatively. "Ed," Molly asked the boy, smiling grandly at him, "would you like to have supper with us tonight?" "Why, yes," he stuttered. "It's Friday. No school tomorrow," Alice said quickly. "We can spend a relaxed evening together." "Yes, yes, I would like that. I haven't met too many people here, and the dorm, you know, gets kind of lonely on weekends." "There's no reason for you to feel lonely, Edward," Molly purred, and she reached over and gently squeezed the hand of the innocent, unsuspecting boy. * * * "How are we going to do this?" I asked the two girls as we lounged in our living room later that day. I was beginning to have second thoughts about 'Operation Edward' as Molly had titled the intended seduction of the boy. "I'm not queer you know." "Tommy, it may not come to that," Molly argued. "There's a good chance that he will flee out the door into the night, when he realizes what's up." "I don't think so, not if we do it right," Alice suggested. "And Tommy, I don't think that he's queer either. You two boys won't have to do anything together, if you don't want." "I'd like to see some man-to-man sex," Molly smirked lasciviously. * * * Alice prepared a veal stew for supper. It was her turn to cook and mine to wash the dishes afterwards. As the food bubbled on the stove the three of us crowded together under the shower head in the bathroom, tickling one another and squealing. Molly stood close to me, my chest pressed against her tits, her face in mine as she washed my cock to hardness. Alice was behind me with her head leaning against by back, soaping my buttocks and fingering my anus. "Have you ever sucked a cock, Tommy?" Molly said into my face with an evil grin. "No! I told you that I'm not queer." "You don't have to be queer, big fella," she cooed as she squeezed my thingy, "just curious. Close you eyes, sweetie, and think of a pretty boy with a sleek, virgin cock." Alice had a finger in my ass and Molly was moving her hand up and down my slick, soapy cock. I closed my eyes, but I thought only of them, my lovers, who were really doing a job on me. I suddenly grabbed Molly and kissed her hard as she brought me off. They did things like that to me at unexpected times. They were so inventive. Molly held her arms aloft as the warm spray of the shower washed away my semen from her abdomen and pubic bush. Alice cleansed her stinky finger as she cuddled to me, giggling. I pulled back the shower curtain and got out of the tub, knowing that the two girls had some business with each other. I went to my bedroom, carrying a towel, dripping onto the floor, and before I reached it I heard a loud screech from the bathroom. It was supersensitive Alice. I recognized the noise. * * * Edward appeared at our door at six, as freshly scrubbed as we, clad in a polo shirt and shorts, revealing graceful limbs which were still boyish, unmuscled. His calves had scarcely visible blond fuzz on them. "Hi there," I said in a friendly voice as I opened the screen door for him, looking at his prettiness with a new eye, after Molly's provocations. If I were a castaway on a deserted island for two years, I thought in that instant, and I came upon Ed, I might accept him as a sexual partner. "Eddie," squealed Molly in a tone of voice that I knew was falsely gracious. "Welcome to our home." "Hi, Eddie," Alice said demurely, as she wiped her hands and her apron, sincerely glad to see the boy. The boy was clearly flustered by the fuss being made over him. I call him a boy, because, although I was less than three years his senior, I felt like a grown up in his innocent presence. "Hi," he responded, looking around the room, which was inexpensively, but tastefully furnished. Molly's touch. "Do you live here alone?" he asked. "Yes," Molly gushed. "We live here as a family. Tommy does the guy things around the house, while Alice and I share the cooking." "It's a lot cheaper than living in the dorm," I explained, and the boy nodded his head as though he understood. "Do you want some lemonade, or maybe a Coke?" Alice asked. "A Coke would be fine." Molly and I sat on the sofa facing Ed, who occupied the armchair opposite us. Alice was in the kitchen readying the meal. Molly had her hand resting on my leg, high up on the thigh. Ed stared at the touch and then at Molly's beautiful face. He blushed visibly as Molly beamed him an adorable smile. "Eddie, when I was home in July, I came across this old photo album in the attic that I hadn't seen in ages," Molly announced as she got up from the couch and went to a bookshelf. She came back with an album which I had never before seen, and she placed it on Ed's lap. "These are photos of me when I was eleven, when we were at our Summer cottage. My Uncle Fred took them. He's a professional photographer." I got up and stood behind Ed's chair, looking down to see the pictures. Molly sat on the floor next to the boy's legs. She leaned up to open the album, brushing the boy's arm with her shoulder. "Some of these are a little naughty," she giggled in false innocence. The first picture was large, 8.5 x 11", as were the others. It was an absolutely beautiful work of photography, but its subject was far more gorgeous. Eleven year old Molly stood on a beach in a two piece bathing outfit looking wistfully past the camera, her lips parted. Her incredible legs stood slightly apart. One arm was raised, its hand touching her cheek, the other arm resting at her side. One could tell that she had slight breasts beneath her bikini top. Her lovely face was that of an eleven year old, but her alluring flesh was timeless. Molly turned the pages to reveal one exquisite photograph after another, each one a portrait of her in a different pose. Her young thighs were so stunning! My cock got hard. "Now come the naughty ones," Molly purred into the boy's blushing face. There were just two of them. The first was a portrait that showed the top half of her body, from her navel up. Her arms were raised gracefully around her head as she faced slightly upwards and to the right. Her breasts were bare. They were immature, but exquisitely formed, surmounted by roseate nipples. I almost gasped, when Molly flipped the page to the last photo. She lay in the sand with her head resting on one arm with the other arm thrown to her side behind her. She beamed a glorious, open mouth smile into the lens. She was naked. Her legs were slightly bent and spread a bit apart to reveal a hairless groin with puffy vaginal lips. The angle of the shot showed her small breasts in greater fullness. It was an arty piece of work, but the girl had been posed by a pornographer. "Dinner's ready," Alice announced from the kitchen doorway, and Molly got up to set the table, leaving the album, now closed, on Ed's lap, which, of course, helped to conceal his throbbing erection. I went with Molly to help, leaving the aroused boy a moment to cool down. "I never saw those pictures before," I whispered to Molly as we fussed over the table. "I'm full of surprises, Tommy. I think I have caught his interest." * * * It was a delightful meal, both the food and the conversation. Ed became more relaxed in the friendly atmosphere, and he readily joined our talk about inconsequential things, revealing that he was an intelligent guy and well mannered. He kept sneaking glances at Molly, however, and she was shameless in using her beauty to entice the boy. Ed helped us clean up after dinner and place the dirty dishes next to the sink. I would wash them in the morning. "Boys," Molly announced, once we were finished in the kitchen, "Alice and I have some girl things to talk about in my bedroom," and the two of them left Ed and me alone in the living room. He sat in the arm chair across from me at a loss for words. "Is Molly your girlfriend?" he blurted out. 'You really like her, don't you?" 'Yes, and I like Alice a lot too, but Molly is so . . ." "Ya, I know what you mean. Actually, both Alice and Molly are my girls. "Really?" he exclaimed, a charming smile spreading across his pretty face. "You're one lucky guy, Tommy." "Tommy," Molly called from her bedroom door. "The answer is yes." "Tell Alice that I agree," I called back. Ed looked at me in confusion, but I didn't explain to him right away that he had passed muster. 'Eddie," I said, leaning forward toward him, my elbows on my knees, "the three of us form a family. We're married to one another. Alice and Molly, and myself with the two of them." "Isn't that bigamy? "No, it's quite legal, because we have pledged ourselves to one another without a license from the state. Do you want to be a friend of our family? The girls want you to." "Yes, of course, I would like to be your friend." "You already are, Eddie, you already are, but I'm talking of something else." He sat there in confusion, not having a clue about what I was leading to. "I'm talking about sex, Eddie. As a friend of the family you would be invited to join us in our, uh, pastimes." The boy squirmed uncomfortably in his chair, as though he might suddenly bolt out the door. "You've seen us tonight, Eddie. We live in a clean house. We don't drink or do drugs. Molly and I are straight A students. The only unusual thing about us is our sex life, which I must tell you is not at all perverse, but it's free. We do it together, joyously, playfully. You could sleep in Molly's bed tonight, Eddie, if you want. Or Alice's. Or have both of them together. It's up to you. Do you want to be a friend of our family?" 'I'm not queer, Tommy, he said defensively, assuming there must be a catch involving me. "I'm not either, Eddie, but if you want them both together, I'll have to join you, because I don't want to be shut out." 'This is real?" he asked incredulously, his face alive in a broad smile. "It's real. I suppose that you're a virgin." "Ya," he replied with a blush. "I suggest that you go with Alice first. She'll do you more sweetly than Molly, your first time, but don't tell Molly I said so." "What do I do now?" he asked, completely at a loss but eager. "Let me take care of it," I said as I got up from the couch. I went to Molly's room and closed the door behind me. The two girls lay naked on the bed stroking each other's flesh and kissing. They both looked up at me in anticipation. "Well?" asked Molly. "Is he still here?" "He sure is. He wants to do you first Alice." Alice squirmed in delight on the bed at the prospect of having the virgin boy all to herself. "I wanted him," Molly pouted. "You'll have him soon enough, but right now the boy is scared shitless, and he would benefit from Alice's soft approach." I leaned down and gave Alice a very loving kiss, and I thumbed one of her immature breasts. "Go to your room and get ready for him. I'll give you a couple of minutes." Alice was quickly out the door and scooting down the hallway to her room. "Are you going to suck his cock?" Molly asked as she stretched her glorious body provocatively on the bed. "No I'm not." "I'd really like to see it." "Rent a porno movie," I said softly as I left the room. Ed was fidgeting in his chair, when I came back into the living room. "Come on, Ed. Alice is waiting for you." The terrified boy stood up and let me lead him, walking like a zombie, to Alice's room. I opened the door and saw Alice standing fully clothed at the foot of her bed, smiling sweetly. I gave the boy a slight shove and then closed the door behind him. * * * After two hours, Ed was still in Alice's room. I turned off the TV, shut the front door and put out the lights. I assumed that the two of them would be together all night. I went into Molly's room and found her, still naked, sleeping on the bed. I undressed, gazing at her incredible beauty, which never failed to amaze me, and climbed onto the bed, cuddling to her after I turned off the lamp. "Are they still at it?" she asked in a sleepy voice. "I suppose, but I haven't heard any noises." "I want to watch you suck his cock." "Go to sleep, you pervert." * * * The next morning I awoke to the oder of coffee. Molly snored beside me in the feint light of dawn. I nuzzled my face into one of her lovely thighs. I would have her that day, I resolved, before noon, but first I wanted to see who was up. I put on one of Molly's frilly robes and went out of the room. Ed was alone in the kitchen, fully dressed, trying to make our balky toaster work. "Hi, Tom", he said as he saw me come into the room. The boy seemed to be completely relaxed, although he had fucked my wife the night before, fucked for the first time in his life. I went to the fridge and pulled out the plastic container of apple cider, still drowsy, needing something cold and sweet in my mouth. "Did you sleep well?" I asked the recently innocent boy. "We didn't sleep much, Tommy," he said with a slight blush. "I never realized that it could be so splendid. I want to marry Alice." "Ed," I said, looking at him in total incomprehension. "Alice is my wife. Didn't I explain the rules to you?" "No, Tom, I want to really marry her, not just pretend like you're doing." I stormed to Alice's room and burst in. "What is this boy talking about?" speaking perhaps too forcefully to the girl who lay naked on the bed. "I'm sorry, Tommy. I could not reason with him. He just got carried away and said that he loved me and wanted to marry me." "Well," I replied, "I think that we have made another bad choice." "Ya, I think so too." I went back into the kitchen and confronted the boy. "You've made a bad mistake, Ed," I said to him, "and you'd better go now." "Tommy," he said, rather defiantly, "Alice is my girl now, and I want her to move her out of here." "I'll move you out of here, you twerp!" I almost yelled as I grabbed him and pushed him out of the door, sending him sprawling at the foot of the porch steps. He looked up at me, ready to fight, despite the odds, but Alice appeared beside me, naked, behind the screen door and said, "Eddie, you don't understand. Go away." The boy looked up at us with a blank face, turned, got up and went away. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+