Message-ID: <24522asstr$960289807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <393BF5EA.E46B94CB@nls.net> From: Varangien X-Accept-Language: en Subject: {ASSM} Menage a trois (7) Date: Tue, 6 Jun 2000 07:10:07 -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: gill-bates, dennyw, apuleius, IceAltar <1st attachment, "Menage a Trois. Chapter 7.txt" begin> Chapter Seven "I didn't get to play with him," Molly lamented as we ate breakfast later that morning. "Alice, tell me what it was like." "You would have been disappointed, Molly. I certainly was. He was boorishly assertive, and he assumed that he was in charge just because he was a guy and I was a girl. When we got into bed, he lost all his previous sweetness and ordered me around." "How was he in bed?" Molly panted, pretending to be excited. "He was just awful. He had a small, slender penis, which was nice for sucking but not for much else. The jerk came in my mouth, even though I had told him not to do it. He was very selfish; he wouldn't do anything to pleasure me. He just climbed on top of me, stuck his cock inside, and within a few seconds he would be done. Even after the fourth time he didn't last ten seconds. Then he started talking about how I was his girl and all, and that he was going to move me back to the dorms." "He didn't strike me as that kind of guy," Molly said. "He was so well mannered and cute." "I think it's sex, Molly. I suppose that some guys get selfish and stupid when they find themselves naked together with a girl." "Alice! How ever would you know that? Ed is only the second guy you've had, and Tommy here is a supremely good lover." "I heard that on a tv talk show," Alice admitted sheepishly. "You should watch less television, little girl, and do more studying. You're not doing all that well at school." 'Well, at least I'm passing the courses, and I promise to finish the four year ordeal. Then I want a baby." I sat at the table drinking my coffee in silence, listening to the banter of the two pretty girls, my spouses. I looked up at them and said "Perhaps it's not a good idea to take in strangers." "We've done rather poorly so far in that regard," Alice agreed. "Yes, that's true," Molly said. "But we shouldn't exclude that option absolutely. I personally thought that Sara was marvelous, great fun, although I know that you didn't think much of her Tommy. There is always the possibility that we will find a playmate who might please all of us, although, I agree we should be more cautious in the future." I shifted my chair closer to Molly and began to run my fingers over her soft bare arms and shoulders. "I promised myself this morning," I whispered, "that I would give you pleasure before noon." "Tommy, dear! That's so thoughtful of you, so unselfish. You would spend the next two hours giving me pleasure without a thought for your own, wouldn't you," She teased. "Me too!" Alice chirped. "Of course, Alice. "Our Tommy is in a generous mood this morning." * * * I got up from the bed carefully, not wanting to disturb the girls, who dozed in a midday nap, Alice cupped to Molly from behind, the larger girl with a thumb in her mouth. We had been so splendid together, and I was fully relaxed, although a bit worn. A loud rap at the screen door startled me, and I pulled on a robe to answer it. Two cops were at the door, glaring at me through the screen. They were not part of my world. "Open the door!" a beefy lug demanded "Do you have a warrant," I asked evenly. "We can get one." "Then I suggest that you do." "It'll only go harder on you. We've been informed that you have an underage girl inside." "I'm the youngest person in the house," I said truthfully, "and I'm twenty years old." At that moment Molly came up behind me and looked over my shoulder at the cops. "What do you want?" she demanded in a commanding voice. The brute immediately melted at the sight of Molly, who was clad in just my shirt, her exquisite thighs on full display. He was suddenly deferential. "We have a report, ma'am, that there is a child in this house who is being abused." "Oh, you must be referring to Alice. Alice," she shouted over her shoulder, "get you your student ID and come up here." "Alice looks very young, officer, but she's twenty years old. She had a bad time with her boyfriend last night, her former boyfriend, and that's what this is all about." Alice came to the door clad in jeans and a long sleeve shirt. She still looked very young. "Here, officer, here is her photo ID," Molly said, unlatching the screen door and handing it out. "We'd like to come in," the beefy guy stated, his hand on the unlatched door. "If you don't have a warrant, officer, my daddy, who's a lawyer, will sue you and the city. He's done that successfully sixteen times in Cleveland.' The cop looked at the ID and at Alice. "This could be forged." "How many forged university IDs have you come across in the past ten years," I asked, trying to hide the sneer in my voice. They gave it up. "We'll be keeping an eye on you kids," the faceless authority mumbled as he turned and walked down the porch steps with his equally faceless partner. "The bastards," Molly fumed. "Grown up school yard bullies!" "It was Ed who did it, you know," Alice said. "How could such a sweet faced boy be such a prick?" Molly growled as she went away from the door and to her room. * * * The appearance of the cops, a reminder that a harsh reality existed outside our shell of romantic fantasy, seemed to rattle both Alice and me. "What's going to happen to us, Tommy, when we leave the university and go out into the real world? My mom had a point. We won't fit in at all." Alice was in a somber mood, and she clutched to me, wanting to hear a reassuring answer. "Perhaps we could go and live in a Muslim country. Maybe Molly will find another guy and leave," she whispered. "Do you want to lose Molly?" "I don't want to lose you, Tommy. I have this awful fear that our family will not last beyond graduation, that we will go in three different directions." I too had had that thought more than once. The idea of going through life with two wives and two sets of children, which seemed to us to be so delightful and naughty in our more romantic moments, now appeared to be bizarre at best. "I want us to get married," she said, looking into my face with determination, "really married, with a license and a ceremony, with our parents there giving us their blessing." "But what about Molly? She's such an important part of our lives. You can't ask me to choose between the two of you." "I'm not asking you to choose! We're beyond choice!" The girl was getting a bit hysterical. "I'm saying that we have to get married. I've stopped taking the pill." "When did you stop?" I asked loudly, angry all of a sudden and fearful of what was unfolding. "I didn't take it today," Alice said in a small voice, realizing that she had fired a dud. I sighed heavily in relief. "Tommy, Molly can do anything and have anybody. She's so beautiful and intelligent. But you're the only person, the only purpose in my life. There's no one and nothing else out there for me." "It's not fair to Molly," I insisted heatedly. "Have you forgotten that she betrayed you!?" Alice screamed at me. "Can you ever imagine me betraying you?" The small girl clutched to me and sobbed against my chest, but I did not put my arms around her. "No, Alice. No," I said coldly. "I won't marry you and give up Molly." Alice suddenly stood back from me and glared into my face with an expression of ugly fury, something I never imagined existed in her. "God damn you. God damn you to Hell!" she screamed and slapped my face with all her force. Alice then ran to her room and slammed the door behind her. I heard loud, wailing bawls and convulsive sobbing as she surrendered herself to her grief. I thought of going to her, to try to comfort her, and I took a step forward. "No, Tom," I heard Molly say from behind me as she put a restraining hand on my arm. "It's over." "I don't want it to be over Molly," I replied angrily. "I want it to be as before. What came over her all of a sudden?" We went outside to escape the painful noise. We walked down the sidewalk hand in hand. I was close to tears. "This has been coming on for some time, Tommy. I've noticed it, but you haven't, because you are such a romantic, and besides you're a guy. What's most awful is that we can't do anything at all about it. I think that we've outgrown her. She's not keeping up with us." "Maybe I should marry her." Molly stopped and stood in front of me, looking into my face sternly. "I'm not being selfish, Thomas, but do you really think that marrying Alice would be at all wise?" "No. I suppose not. But I won't give up either one of you. Have you stopped loving her, Molly? "Tom, I love the two of you just as before, but the future does not look too bright for us." "I want to stop her crying, Molly. I want her to quit that awful bawling. I feal miserable about it, even out here where I can't hear it." "We'll do it together, Tommy. We'll try to put her at peace, but you have to understand that we have a real problem with her." Molly and I went back into the house and followed the painful noise to Alice's room. She was on her bed hysterically ripping her clothes, her small bodly shaking in convulsive sobbing. We rushed to the bed, climbed on and held the distraught girl between us. "We love you baby, we love you so much," Molly cooed. "We'll never leave you ever," I promised, looking into her once pretty face, her eyes red and puffy, her mouth grimacing in dispair. Eventually she calmed and fell asleep. We remained with her the entire night, squeezed together on her bed. We only removed our shoes, and hers. * * * The next morning I awoke with an ache in my shoulder. Molly was already up and sitting on the edge of the bed petting Alice's head lovingly. Alice, still asleep, was beautiful again, her face at,peace. The little girl's eyes soon fluttered open. She gave us a sheepish smile, remembering the ugliness of the previous evening and thankful for our forgiving presence. "I love you so much," she said in a small voice, looking back and forth at the two of us. "I don't know what came over me." Molly leaned down and kissed the girl's lips. "It was an anxiety attack, darling, but it's over now." Alice gripped my hand but looked up at Molly. "I'm awfully sorry about what I said last night, Molly. I had this horrible feeling all of a sudden that I would be left alone in the world. Tommy was beside me, so I clutched to him and lashed out at you. Had you been there, I might have done the opposite." "It's over now, dearest," Molly whispered and kissed the girl again. 'But we have to do some serious thinking about our future together. We have to make some down to earth plans." "I know, Molly," she said, still gripping my hand tightly. "I need to go home for awhile, though, but not to be away from the two of you. I'll miss you awfully, but mommy called yesterday and said that she is sick. I want to be with her. I'll be gone for awhile. I don't care about school. I don't think that I'll finish it. "That's alright, sweetie," Molly murmured, kissing the girl once again. "You don't need to study physics and chemistry to be in charge of our home and raise our babies." "That's all I want in life, Molly, to live with the two of you and with our children until we're very old," she said looking into my face with a smile. * * * I drove Alice home that morning, which involved a six hour drive round trip. Her mother, when I saw her at the door, looked very ill. <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------ -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+