At the Gym

It was my birthday, I think, and it was a cold grey day outside, Kelley was going to the gym, to do some exercises as therapy for his back. I didn't want to stay at home because our neighbor was a pervert and I didn't want to be there, alone when he was there. So I thought it might be fun to go with him as I have never been to a gym before. It was pretty cool, all the mirrors and workout machines, and I might even get to see a few hot guys, all sweaty and, well you know, lol. Kelley stripped down to his swimming trunks, and started doing bench presses and other things on the machines. Funny, the music in the gym was Sade. Well the music was getting me a little worked up and then, well, the guys too.

We spent an hour or so working out and I couldn't help but watching Kelley and the 3 other guys in the gym lifting weights in their swimming trunks and watching them in the mirrors that surrounded us on the gym walls. It was all making me a bit hot and bothered. The 3 other guys were in their 30's and by anybodies standards were gorgeous to put it mildly. Kelley couldn't help but notice me noticing what was going on so he, from time to time, would rub his hands on my legs affectionately and I would in turn rub him lightly with massage oil to keep him limbered up, and soothing his working muscles. I guess we were being a bit obvious as we were also catching the eyes of the other guys, as I noticed that their swimsuits were a bit fuller now. Of course the other guys were playing the game too, as one secretly slid his suit a bit lower on his hips showing that favorite view of mine which would be that little Vee just below a guys stomach revealing his tan line. It was becoming a bit obvious that there was a little chemistry going on here. as I fantasized a bit about what could happen, if I wanted it too, and with the music and all, I wanted it to.

Kelley knew what was on my mind, as he stripped down and went into the shower room, which was a large room with just a wall as a barrier and 10, or so, shower heads. One at a time the 3 other guys went into the shower too slipping their suits off just before they disappeared behind the wall giving me a little cheesecake. This was all getting to be too much for me as I could feel my shorts getting a bit damp. I sat for a few minutes and couldn't stand it any longer, so I tip toed over to the shower wall and peeked around the corner, and there were the 4 of them naked as jaybirds all showering, and buff as hell. Damn what's a girl to do, so I kept peeking. I slipped my shoes off, and ran my hands down my shorts to try and cool the fire down below. I kept watching, and noticed mirrors on the shower wall so I could watch their reflections secretly. I slipped my bra off and tossed it onto our towels, and fondled my breasts, as I watched the show. Again I slipped my hands down my shorts and slipped a finger in myself and teased my clit.

I couldn't stop looking thru the steam at Kel and these 3 guys and by this time I was getting so worked up I didn't care if they did see me, but what I didn't see was the mirrors on the other wall and I saw one of the guys watching me play with myself. He smiled at me and winked, as I licked my finger and sucked on it a bit.

Finally I couldn't resist the temptation and just walked into the shower, clothes and all. The other guys turned around and smiled as I could see their growing interest at having a lady in the shower with them. They turned the rest of the shower heads on till we were in a virtual waterfall of hot water. What the hell, so I slipped off my top and took off my shorts and walked into the water with them. One of them handed me a bar of soap, so I stepped back and began slowly soaping myself down, starting with my breasts and then my inner thighs, and then back to slipping my finger back into my pussy. I handed one of them the soap, and without a word he began soaping my back and then gently ran his hands over my ass and then in between my legs. They all moved toward me and surrounded me like a pack of wolves and all started to caress my wet body from head to toe. One of the guys ran out into the gym and came back with a bottle of massage oil, and they passed it around covering me and themselves with it. 8 hands covered my body massaging me inside and out and rubbing the oil all over me. I writhed in ecstasy as I felt their fingers slipping inside me, and got off 3 times just from their hands being on me and the thought of their cocks so close to me. I, in turn, took the oil and massaged all of their cocks and bodies as they continued to caress me. I whimpered as I continued to have little orgasms, awaiting the them to start fucking the daylights out of me. One of them looked at me and said, Condoms? I smiled and said to them "Personally I like fucking bareback, anyone game? Anyway it's a terrible waste of latex, and why waste the cum? I winked"

I knelt down and took them one at a time in my mouth, as they continued to pour oil on me and rub me everywhere. One laid between my legs and massaged my clit with his tongue. Their hands were wonderful, and it was like they didn't have to enter me at all as I was getting off every ten seconds at this point.. I was cuming constantly, out of breath and in complete ecstasy.

Then one guy stood in front of me as the others helped me onto the bench. His 9" cock was straight up and awaiting me, so I wrapped my legs around him and put my arms around his neck and slid down his oiled body as his cock slipped right into my pussy and I took all of him in me. We rhythmically moved with each other, as I felt him deep inside me. After a few minutes he lifted me on to the next one till I had ridden each one in the air and cumming at least twice with each one. As I was fucking one, the others steadied me me and massaged me with more oil and massaged my breast and clit and anything else that was available.. I was out of breath, and so sensitive I thought I was going to explode.

They stood me up on the floor and Kelley led me to a bench that had the most water raining down on it then gently gently laid me on my back and opened my legs. I watched as he slipped his cock in me, and started thrusting as hard as he could, fucking me till he got off in me. The others held my legs open gently and one kissed me passionately. I felt around till I found a cock and slipped it into my mouth. I felt another slip into my pussy as I started to move my hips taking him in me all the way. After a few minutes I felt another enter my pussy filling me up as I kept thrusting harder and harder. The man in my mouth came as I swallowed him and his cum. I felt two cocks slip in my pussy and then both came together in me. I was writhing in delight as another cock entered me, probably Kelley again or maybe more had joined us, I didn't care. He trust deep into me as I entertained several of the other drained cocks in my mouth. I felt the cock in my pussy explode as another man entered me immediately. We tried every position known and some that weren't known.

I put my hand up, as to stopped them for a moment so I could kneel down on the floor in the doggie position so they then could fuck me in my favorite position.. For me it was an almost constant orgasm, as each one took his turn in me. They fucked me for almost and hour, till all the hot water had run out. I had never felt anything like this before, it was almost like a near death experience, and pleasure that was almost unbearable. I think they all just ran out of cum, as only the one guy that had pulled his suit down a bit in the gym, laid me on my back and fucked me one more time. We all laid in the shower floor exhausted, and laughing. I asked them how they knew I would be into that? One guy smiled and said that Kelley had mentioned that if you saw us all naked, you wouldn't be able to resist.

As we walked out into the gym, they was an older man sitting at the desk. Everybody looked rather pale as we thought we had locked the doors. Like an idiot I asked him who he was and he responded, that he owned the place. I said oppppps, sorry. He said that it was alright but he was just sad he hadn't been here earlier. What, I asked, would you have joined in? He nodded, your a beautiful lady, especially when your naked and having a continuous orgasm. "Would you like one more baby?"

I felt like a real shit, so I walked over to a pool table and laid down, and said, "I sure would!"

He didn't waste any time, and the thought of one more, turned me on so much I got off as I laid down on the pool table. He played with me a bit and then fucked me for about 10 minutes and then, pulled out and asked if he could cum on my face. I sucked him till he did just that, and I even got off without him in me.

I was happy, and they gave me a robe to wear home. As I was about to leave, the owner of the gym asked me how I liked my first gang bang. I looked at him and smiled and said "Sir that wasn't a gang bang, that was sex the way it should be." He asked if they would be seeing us again, and I answered, "You Bet"

The guys got dressed and went on our merry way. Would I ever do that again? Probably not but it was so spontaneous, yeah I probably would do it again.

Ralph's House

We drove quietly along the remote winding road looking for the designated street, the headlights of my truck revealing only tall, dark trees on either side. Actually I drove, my wife sat emotionless beside me. We were meeting a gentleman I had been corresponding with though email for the last three or four weeks. This gentleman, Ralph, and I shared several of the same interests and tastes and ideas. This evening he and I were anxious to expand on one of those ideas.

My wife occasionally turned her head to follow some passing object of interest, real or imagined, apparently to pass the time. I watched her out of the corner of my eye, but this time I saw her as I imagined Ralph would. Anne looked pretty good, actually. Her jeans were pleasantly tight and the outline of her bra was visible through her white button-down shirt, her large breasts straining the material of both. Strangely, she hadn’t combed her shoulder length black hair; rather, it had that seductive “tossed” look.

One of the landmarks Ralph had listed on his directions appeared under a lone streetlight. I turned left as instructed and entered a secluded and apparently well-to-do neighborhood decorated by Lexus’, Mercedes and a sprinkling of BMWs. The address I was looking for had a brand new white Four Runner in the driveway. The house was quite large, maybe thirty five hundred square feet, but the value was hard to determine. The two-story home was modeled after an old Victorian home with the wrap around porch on both levels. A gentle gas lamp in the yard showed the tan exterior with green shutters and trim. Ralph’s wife, Phyllis, obviously wasn’t home.

I switched off my headlights and turned off the engine. Anne and I both unbuckled our seatbelts. Ralph’s shadow could be seen through the frosted trio of panes in the front door. He was obviously waiting for us. The front door opened as we approached and was filled by a fairly tall man in tan lightly wrinkled Dockers and a dark red Polo shirt.

I first met Ralph at his house about a week ago. He was a distinguished gentleman, as I said fairly tall – around six feet, thinning light brown hair and a dimpled grin. His eyes were gray and had an impish twinkle. His greeting smile displayed two rows of perfect white teeth in a clean-shaven face. Then, I had knocked on his front door and entered in response to “come in”. He was standing at the top of the stairs wearing a towel after stepping out of the shower. “Glad to see you,” he said. Turning to go to his bedroom he nonchalantly dropped the terrycloth wrap to display a beautiful soft six or seven inch cock, cut and smoothly shaved all around. “I’m very glad to see you, Ralph…”

Anne smiled for the first time as he took her hand and gently shook it. As he held the door open, we shook hands and exchanged “hi’s”. He was a handsome and charming man No doubt financially successful, too.

Ralph took us into an immaculate living room that could have been a feature of any home decorating magazine. Brass lamps gave a warm light and sat at the ends of a comfortable, pillow-laden couch on low marble end tables. Each pillow was unique, but all equally complimented the differing material and textures in the room. A ficus tree filled one corner of the room; a large fern flowed over each end of the mantle over a cold fireplace, although the room was a degree or two high to be considered “perfectly comfortable”.
“We can go over the training material in here.” Our host gestured toward the couch. We sat, Anne between us.
“Here is the main book,” he said, laying a large spiral bound notebook on her lap.

An expensive leather satchel leaned against the oak coffee table leg. It was then I noticed the aroma that hinted of musk and cinnamon and a third, indefinable scent. It was a mysterious fragrance, to be sure. It wasn’t so much noticeable by the nose but by a certain indefinable sense. The reaction it produced must have been more respiratory than olfactory because all three of us were breathing a little heavier.

Ralph explained some dry descriptions in the manual. Management process here, product activity there. Flow charts and Venn diagrams abound. Anne’s attention was on the page, although her hair was blocking my view of her eyes. His eyes alternated between the book and Anne’s breasts. I noticed then that top two buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned, not the customary one.

As he spoke, turned pages and explained outlines, her fingertips had unconsciously started tracing circles on the skin below her collarbone, causing the collar of her shirt to open a bit more and expose the an inch or two of the top of her cleavage. Occasionally, her finger would creep down her shirt, between her breasts. A slight bulge was becoming noticeable in behind his zipper. Mine, too! Soon after, she pushed her hair behind one ear. But her hand didn’t go back to the skin above the shirt buttons; she started reflexively gently circling where her right nipple would be under her shirt and bra. Ralph’s speech slowed as his eyes focused on the growing point where her fingertip touched.

Anne turned away from me and toward Ralph. No one spoke. No one moved. No one breathed. Her hand no longer traced the point of her breast, but began cupping and rubbing it. There were two rapidly hardening penises in the room. Ralph’s hand moved to replace hers and her hand began to very slowly unbutton her shirt, gradually revealing a deepening chasm between her 44DD breasts and a straining bra. The thought of another man eventually enjoying the sight of my wife’s breasts brought me to full erection and the pressure on my crotch was unbearable! He had begun to fully massage her, pushing large mounds of creamy white and previously unseen flesh over the top of the cloth cups. Her shirt was completely unbuttoned and she began breathing heavily. We all were!

Almost instinctively, he rose to stand in front of her, his knees between hers, his now huge bulge in front of her face. She fumbled to find the latch on his zipper. I placed my hands under hers and unzipped his fly and worked my hand into the front of his boxers to bring out his beautiful, smooth, long cock. It was as magnificent as it was the day he dropped his towel, but this was the first time I held it in my hands. The last time I was here, we watched each other masturbate; this time we would be bolder.

Anne leaned forward circled the head of his cock with her tongue while I held it for her. Her eyes closed in pleasure, she ran her tongue and lips the length of the eight inch shaft, taking his balls in her hand and oh-so-gently massaged them. I joined her, licking and slowly kissing the smooth cock, lightly sucking the salty drop forming on the tip, savoring the taste like tea in the summer. She didn’t display any shock or surprise seeing me enjoying the taste and touching another man. Anne’s lips met mine at the head after a trip to the freshly shaved base and back. I gave Ralph a light squeeze to bring a drop of nectar to relish with my wife. She looked at me with half open eyes and an upturned corner of her mouth expressed that her nervousness had begun to dissipate, but I knew she would be anxious throughout whatever the evening would bring.

Ralph took Anne’s face in her hands and gently guided her to her feet, the book dropping unnoticed to the floor, and kissed her deeply, passionately and with feeling. I rose. He placed a hand behind my head and brought his mouth to mine with equal energy, our tongues hungrily probing each other’s mouth, searching for the remnants of Anne’s kiss. We joined in a three-way kiss, cheek-to-cheek-to-cheek, arms around waists, tongues lapping and overlapping each other. With his arms around us, Anne and I were lead upstairs.

A floor lamp lit one corner of Ralph’s huge bedroom. The only piece of furniture we were particularly interested in was in the far center of the room and covered with a hunter green bedspread. Two rows of large equally green pillows lined the headboard of the king-sized bed. The carpet felt sensually soft under my now bare feet. He unbuckled my pants and pushed them to the floor. Anne tugged down my boxers over my raging erection. Ralph gently stroked my penis with his fingertips then slowly dropped to the floor in front of me. Anne caressed his hair and eagerly watched him lick my cock before taking all of my eight and a half inches all the way, his chin on my balls and his nose nestled in my bush.

Anne had never seen two men together, except for the rare occurrence in an x-rated movie and even then, she didn’t watch that many adult movies. At that, man-to-man scenes are hard to find in a regular x-rated movies. So naturally, I had no idea she would enjoy Ralph and me sucking each other as much as she did. I was hoping in the back of my mind, since my attention was focused elsewhere, that this wasn’t just a passing interest, and that her possible and, more likely probable, exploration of same sex experiences might broaden and expand beyond this new horizon. Nevertheless, I had no idea what a sexual awakening this was for her! I was eager, as was Ralph no doubt, to find out more.

His hands had by then reached around and each firmly grasped my buttocks. She had begun pulling my shirt over my head so the shirttail wouldn’t obstruct the view she was enjoying. Ralph’s mouth slid off my cock long enough for her to pull his top off, too. Saliva ran down his chin. The reflection of the sole lamp the glowed of the moistness left by his deep mouth. Now Anne’s shirt completed a trifecta on the floor. I wanted very much for Anne to finally remove her bra and at long last reveal those large, beautiful globes of womanhood. I never understood why she was content to hide them under bulky clothes; they were magnificent! Close friends had mentioned in drunken, unguarded moments how they would almost give anything to see Anne’s breasts and fondle and nuzzle them, speculating on the size and color of her nipples. I had hoped the honor of their unveiling would belong to Ralph, since he was the first, after me, to have fondled them. Truth was, I was enjoying being serviced by his magnificent mouth! My legs were weak and I felt light as a feather. I noticed his fingers working ever so further between the crack of my ass, ever so further down, inch-by-inch…

Ralph slowly rose, running his tongue through my thick pubic hair, nibbling here and there. How I loved that! He licked a path from my pubic path, to my navel, to each of my nipples lingering on each, nibbling and sucking. I kissed him again. He turned to Anne and assessed her head to toe. She stood, head tilted to one side, in her bra and jeans. She didn’t seem self-conscious in her early stage of undress. Her view was of two nude men with extremely noticeable erections! He stepped to her and took her full in his arms and passionately kissed her again, her mouth rising to his, she standing on her tiptoe. He stepped back, bringing her bra with him. Burying his nose and mouth in one of the ample cups, he looked at her. Her usually large, pick nipples were small, tight and protruding. She backed to the foot of the bed, sat and hid a hand under each breast and began licking first one nipple then another; nibbling one, then another; then alternated taking the entire nipple into her dripping mouth, her seductive gaze never leaving our hungry stare. While she put on this little show, I slipped an arm around my fellow audience member and, with the other hand, began stroking his beautiful cock. He returned the favor. I could hear the moist sound of more pre-cum forming as we tightened and loosened our grips on each other. Anne started clutching her breasts firmly, pushing them tight against her chest with her open palms. Hard nipples were pinched hard between taut fingers as she first aimed the red points to the floor, then to the ceiling, then pulled straight out. Her teeth clenched, her head tossing left and right, further roiling her hair. That point of paradise where her thighs meet was obviously wet and the moistness showed in the crotch of the jeans.

Ralph and I, standing only a handful of feet away, stepped to her. She rose. He and I each too a now-red and swollen breast and hungrily nursed. Whether from arousal or a pleasurable physical discomfort, she moaned deeply occasionally throwing her head back. Almost on cue, she unsnapped her pants allowing my breast-mate the blissful honor of unzipping them. But because the material was snug, both of us pulled the denims to the floor. Small, black curls haloed the front bottom half of the red panties; her bush obvious in the outline. Perhaps more noticeable was the sweet aroma of an aroused womanhood and damp material surround it. The panties came down with a single tug.

Anne has soft, smooth, creamy skin all over. The only evidence of exposure to sun was a light tan below her neck and on her arms. Her breasts, belly and thighs were fair colored. Her belly, trim and concave in high school and early in our marriage, had taken a more convex angle in her late thirties. Still, it added character and personality and made her the more attractive to me.

She stood, feet slightly apart as if to tease us with the musky scent of arousal, looking down at the two starved men admiring the fresh dew. Ralph expressed a visual gasp of pleasure at the sight of Anne’s pubic bush, its thickness, deep and ample black coils and ringlets. She had shaved her lush triangle once, but the annoyance of keeping it shaved and the unbearable itch of it growing back discouraged her from using the razor there again, even if only to trim and shape it. Still, I had come to genuinely enjoy the erotic pleasure of just running my fingers and tongue through it as Ralph was doing now.

Anne eased back onto the bed, sitting back on her elbows. Ralph kept his rapt attention focused on paradise as he parted her knees. After an invigorating breath his tongue drank from her dripping, swollen lips. He sucked the sweet dew from the curls surrounding her pink center before burying his face in heaven. An occasional nibble on her clitoris would send a spasm through her. Her back would arch and a deep, short pleasuring moan would escape her. She began to perspire and she shuddered more frequently as he became more intense in his ministrations.

Ralph’s knees were spread as he ate her. I dropped to mine and began to slowly pump his cock. He began rocking and swaying to my rhythm. With my free hand, I reached the area between his balls and anus and oh-so-lightly stroked back and forth with my fingertips. Taking advantage of an instant of boldness, curiosity and supreme arousal, I slipped a fingertip into him. He took a deep breath and exhaled a sound that was half sigh and half moan. Encouraged, I inserted my finger to the knuckle both to his and my pleasure.
Anne straightened up enough to scoot back further on the bed, her intention obvious. Ralph rose to her intention and finally inserted his swollen and red penis into her. She arched her back higher yet than before, letting out a part scream, part moan and part grunt which could have been heard from the end of the driveway. Her glistening breasts swayed to his motion, her perspiration mixed with his as it dropped from him and ran over her in rivulets to the darkening bedcover underneath. I joined him from behind and pushed and pumped two fingers in his anus. I thrust to the rhythm as he drove repeatedly into my moaning wife.
“More,” he groaned, looking over his shoulder at me. “Bigger”.

I walked across the bed on my knees, my throbbing cock leading the way to his buttocks. I was against his back, rubbing my cockhead over his balls. He uttered a slightly audible “oooh” and “yesss” then finally “now”. His anus was by then lubricated by the ample juice my wife was sharing with him. My penis entered with just a little effort, and it took a few rhythmic motions to bury myself deep within him.

This time his back arched and he let out a deep moan.
“Gawd, yes. Pound me” he exhaled breathlessly.

Our groans combined with the squeaking bed, the sound of sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin and hard cocks pounding in wet holes created an erotic cacophony. Seconds, minutes, hours? Time was lost in pleasure. Ralph announced that he couldn’t hold any longer and exploded inside my wife who was at the height of her thousandth backbreaking orgasm. I burst inside Ralph with a loud groan just as he was squeezing the last bit if jism on Anne’s wet, matted bush.

I rocked back on my ankles and Ralph rock back onto me. Anne’s body went into an exhausted limp. We all let out a deep exhale. I reached around and felt Ralph’s slowly shrinking cock, slick with his cum and my wife’s juices. And it tasted marvelous!
After another deep breath, Ralph turned so he could see both of us.

An Afternoon In The Basement

Sarah sat on the small couch in her basement, her long shapely legs twisted under her body in a way that only a state champion gymnast's could. Her hair fell straight and glossy to her shoulders and the very tops of her small but perfectly-shaped breasts. She had a very small waist and almost no hips. Her dark red lipstick gave her face sex appeal well beyond its fifteen years.

Her best friend Paula sat on the chair in the corner, flicking idly through the channels. Her blue v-neck sweater lay on the back of the chair and her usually hidden breasts pushed hard against her black Hard Rock Cafe tank top. Sarah had been surprised when Paula pulled her sweater off a few hours before to discover her curvy but beautiful body. The narrow waste and hourglass hips and breasts usually lay hidden under a sweater or baggy t-shirt.

Paula really had no interest in sex, and Sarah knew that she dressed the way she did to make sure that no one took an interest in her in that way either. Where Sarah had lost her virginity at fourteen and had a steady stream of both older guys and girls, Paula had never bothered. She explained once that it was a practical matter more than a moral one.

The two girls were heavily involved in Wicca, the art of white magic that had become so popular recently. They were disgusted that what they regarded as their religion was viewed as a fad by so many others. As soon as Sarah's mother left the two girls had some rituals planned as an expression of their faith.

Meanwhile, and not surpirisingly, Sarah was having a daydream in which she was sucking Paula's large, pink nipples while her friend lay back in the floor gasping. Paula's long fingers tangled in Sarah's hair as her fingers raced down her rib cage toward

"Finally, they're gone," Paula muttered, gathering her thick brown hair and tying it back. She had a paranoia about the candles.

Sarah cleared her throat. "Yeah." She began to set out candles and Paula rummaged through her bag for the crystal she had bought especially for today.

There was a knock on the door and Sarah's boyfriend-of-the-month Shane came in.

"Howdy," he said, grinning wickedly. "I got one of my stepdad's videos... Oh, hi, Paula," he said, his face now dropping.

"I'm going to guess that's not a nature documentary," Paula said dryly.

"Depends on your definition," Shane said, and Sarah laughed loudly. Paula hated how her friend turned into an idiot around guys.

"Whatever," Paula said, grabbing her sweater and pulling it on. "I'm leaving, since Sarah apparently doesn't take our Holy Days seriously."

"Wait!" Sarah said. "Why don't you stay here and watch it with us?" she suggested, crossing her fingers.

"What, it isn't bad enough I have to hear about you two, now I have to actually sit here with a disgusting video on and watch you fuck?"

"You'd feel better, Paula, if you just let some guy have a swing at you." Shane stared lewdly at Paula's crotch. He knew that she'd never been with anyone. He had lots of experience but he'd never had the chance to deflower a girl. He wondered what Sarah would say.

"Yeah, Shane, take me right now on Mrs. Barry's two-thousand dollar couch," she half-joked while she zipped her backpack.

"Okay." He grinned.

"What? God, Shane, be serious once in a while." Paula shook her head.

"No, seriously. If it's okay with Sarah I'll fuck you right now. Come on. Why not?" Shane was getting into the idea now. He looked at Sarah, and found that her nipples were erect and sticking out through her thin shirt. She just nodded her head.

"You wouldn't want me, Shane," Paula said, staring embarrassed at the floor. "Now I will leave you to your mutual entertainment."

Her words were cut off as Shane pushed her down into the couch cushion and hotly kissed her. He quickly rubbed his bare knee against her jeans-covered pussy mound.

The hot friction against her already swollen clit and cunt lips made her moan out loud. The last coherent part of her mind tried to pull away, but he held her down as he savagely squeezed her tit. He was annoyed at the multiple layers of fabric covering her body and jerked her upright. Her sweater was quickly pulled back off and crumpled onto the floor. Next was the ridiculously expensive tank top with the tiny leopard print straps. Underneath was a plain white satin bra, and anyone who knew Paula wouldn't have been surprised by her choice of lingerie. He pulled it roughly off, the hooks leaving burning scratches on her shoulders.

He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth. He suckled it noisily until it took on a pebbled texture and grew stiff within his mouth. He continued to rub the moistened nipple with his fingertips as he bit and nibbled on the other. He was trying to be slow with the virgin girl under him, but his nature was rough. He laid her back down and pulled her jeans and matching satin panties off in one motion. He didn't bother with her socks, becausethey weren't in his way.

Immediately the room smelled like Paula, her individual scent that every woman has. Shane's cock finished hardening in an instant. He stroked her outer lips, rubbing her pussy juice into the sesitive skin until the folds blossomed out. His fingers reached a little further and found the pool of hot juice seeping from inside her. He pulled it up and rubbed it on her swollen, hard clit. It grew longer, brushing his face as he licked at her right thigh.

He was not really in the mood to continue with the seduction routine. He just wanted to get her ready so he could take her. He stood and ordered Sarah over to the couch.

"Lick her, suck her, get her ready for me, but don't you dare let her come." He swatted Sarah lighty on the ass as she settled herself on the end of the couch.

As Shane undressed, Sarah pushed a long finger deep into her friend's virgin pussy and felt the hot, tight velvet walls. Shane was going to love this, she realized, as Sarah no longer had the tiny twat she once had. Every few seconds Sarah would run her tongue quickly up to Paula's tiny nub. She got a second finger, then a third inside Paula. The way Paula rocked her hips up to meet Sarah's hand was delightful, as were her soft moans.

"That's enough," Shane said. He grabbed Sarah literally by her tits and gave them a rough squeeze as he pulled her away from the juicy cunt of their friend. He took his place on the couch and glanced at Sarah, who was sitting back against the stone wall. Her face was covered in Paula's fluids, and she sat back to masturbate as Shawn and Paula fucked.

As Sarah gently rubbed her clit and struggled to stay silent, Shane rammed all four fingers of his right hand into Paula in one movement. Paula's sweet cry of pain and surprise echoed in the silent basement. He withdrew his hand and lined his thick cock up with her leaking slit. With one quick thrust he was in her up to his balls. She gasped in pain and the corners of her eyes leaked as she tried to pull away.

He held her shoulders down and pulled himself out of her. He quickly pushed back in, and she let out another grunt of pain. He did a few more of these quick hard thrusts, and eventually Paula's bloody pussy was stretched enough that the movements were bearable. That was when she finally realized that she could feel his head deep within her. Every nerve inside her tunnel was screaming with the sweet pain and pleasure of the huge cock chugging in and out of their sloppy depths.

Shane pushed roughly in and out of her, his teeth never leaving her hard nipple. They raked across the top, causing an equisitely blinding pain.

Feeling himself coming close, Shane reached down and quickly rolled Paula's clit between his thumb and finger. Her hips bounced off the couch to meet his, and her already tight walls contracted even more around his dick as she climaxed. She moaned softly as her juices flowed around his cock and dribbled onto the couch. The sight of her coming proved too much for him as well, and he grabbed her hips to hold her still as he buried himeself in her up to the hilt. When he was as deep as he could go he came, filling her with his thick cum. It leaked out the cracks between his still stiff rod and her spasming pussy. He pulled out of her and left her gasping on the couch.

He sank to the floor beside the couch and waited for Sarah to crawl over like the whore she was. She kneeled before him, carefully taking his spent dick into her mouth, licking it clean. As she did so, delighting in the mixed tastes of her boyfriend's salty cum and her friend's sweet pussy juice, he frigged her clit for just a few seconds to finish off the job she had started with her nimble fingers. She clung to his damn chest as her cunt spasmed deliciously.

All three were sprawled in various positions in the basement when the phone rang. It was Shane and Sarah's friend Kyle, wanting to know if they had any interest in a hot tub party at his house that night. He was surprised that they wanted to bring that prude Paula along, but he didn't argue. Kyle always had wondered what she looked like in a bathing suit, or even less.

Encounter with Sophie and Mark

There's something about Sophie. Something very compelling, very arousing. As my flatmate I get to see her in all her guises - early morning, late at night, before and after make-up - and I am constantly entranced by her. She oozes it!

At 19 she has the youthful innocence of a bubbly, carefree teenager, but she has the physical presence of an alluring woman. Her hair silky blonde, flowing over her shoulders, center parted, covering the sides of her pretty face. Her eyes big blue entrancing eyes that hold your stare. Her skin so smooth and soft to kiss, her young lips full, tender and intimate. She has the body of a babe: slim but buxom, her breasts prominent and firm, her belly nicely rounded, pierced with a tiny gold ring; her ass large, round, tightly packed into her stretched black pants.

To watch Sophie dress is to watch femininity flower. Her naked form is a sight to arouse, but watching her decorate herself, admiring her own beauty as she does, you will be transfixed, full of awe and desire. She wears trendy but elegant figure hugging clothes. Always a pants, usually black or red, tight around her ass and slightly flared. Her light cotton tops are usually worn tight over an uplifting bra, slightly pressing her breasts together to give an even fuller look. When she's going to a club or party she wears a more revealing top; maybe flimsy shiny and backless, loose front that gives a glimpse when she bends or leans forward; or sheer and silky white that presses against her braless breasts, nipples teasingly visible.

Watching Sophie all dressed up at a party or club, looking so pretty, sexy and vibrant, chatting with her girlfriends or flirting with the boys I feel like I want to give her the world, to pamper her and of course to make love to her over and over and over! She enjoys the attention that guys give her. She knows that she turns them on, the they would like to be intimate with her, and that I would like them to be intimate with her!

The night of her office Christmas party, Sophie arrived home with a work friend of hers. He had come in for a drink having shared a taxi with her. She was in great form, giddy and flirty as she gets after an evening out. She was looking so gorgeous wearing a black velvet pants and a red sleeveless top that was laced all the way down at the front, from her neck to her waist, her flesh showing through the wide gap and the shape of her breasts clearly on display. Sophie introduced Mark to me and he sat beside me while she made drinks. He was a nice guy, capable of conversation and good humored. He looked handsome and very cool: short, very dark hair, dark eyebrows, slightly tanned face, deep blue eyes. He wore a tight v-neck black t-shirt and baggy grey combat trousers. I could see that he was Sophie's type of guy!

She arrived into the room with a gin & tonic each, handed them to us then threw herself on the sofa between us. She raised her glass and toasted Christmas then lay back casually. I could clearly see inside her blouse and was sure that Mark could too. I ran my fingers through Sophie's hair as we chatted, gently caressing her forehead and her neck. Every so often she took my hand and kissed it then she thanked Mark for escorting her home and gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek. She lay her head on his shoulder playfully and smiled at him as she held his stare. It was as if she temporarly forgot I was there as she raised her head and kissed him again, very gently on the cheek. She then brought her hand to his face, turned him towards her, and kissed him briefly on the lips. He couldn't help but respond and he kissed her back, again gently and very briefly. Soon they were kissing like lovers but Mark was still bemused and unsure and kept his hands to himself. I found myself reaching for his hand and brought it to Sophie's leg. Automatically Mark started to run his hand over her thigh, still kissing. I watched them as I felt a bulge in my shorts. I leaned forward and kissed Sophie's neck, I ran my hand over her waist and nibbled her earlobe. I felt her breast touch a finger then cupped it in my hand, feeling the firm silky texture. Mark kissed Sophie's chin, then her neck and her cleavage. Sophie let out a deep sigh as she tilted her head back inviting us to feast on her. Squeezing Sophie's breast gently, I lifted it to Mark's mouth. He kissed it, flicked his tongue over it then sucked her nipple through the blouse.

There was nothing more spoken. We had passed a barrier and shed our inhibitions. Sophie drifted into a blissful limbo, allowing whatever would happen to take its course. Mark was overcome with lustful opportunism and proceeded to devour the beautiful young body that craved his loving. I was so excited at the sight of Sophie being pleased by another man, at the reality of her being caressed by two men and at the beautiful possibilites that would follow in a freeflowing threesome.

Spontaneously I lifted Sophie's blouse over her head. Her breasts stood firm, exposed before us, round underneath, slightly upturned, her nipples brown, tender, erect. Mark knelt at her feet and undid the button of her tight pants. Unzipping her, he pulled her pants to her feet as Sophie wriggled out of them. She wore white silk panties, very skimpy, just string around her waist and a little triangle covering her crotch. Mark parted her legs and ran one finger over her panties. You could see her wetness emerging. He leaned forward and kissed her through the fabric. Sophie groaned. I cupped her right breast in my hand and kissed her on the lips. Smelling her sweet perfume, feeling her soft, young lips against mine. I felt Sophie's hand touch mine; she was feeling her own breast. I watched as she gently squeezed herself, running her hand over her own breast, letting her erect nipple flicker between each finger, then squeezing again and sighing deeply. I took her hand and guided it over her body, over her belly and to the rim of her panties. Mark was kissing her crotch as we slid our hands under her panties, mine on top of Sophie's and she groaned as she felt herself. Gently I applied pressure as we slowly moved our hands over her wet mound. I guided her finger inside her, following her with my own, both penetrating her. She was so warm, so silky soft and moist. We manoevered our fingers together inside her, playing with her sex. I took her hand again and guided it to her face. I ran her own finger over her lips, moistening them with her own juices. Sophie pursed her lips and sucked her finger, tasting herself.

Mark knelt upright and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He had a smooth chest, tanned with a flat stomach. he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down stepping from them. He wore black lycra shorts that were tight on his thighs and emphasised the shape of his large bulge. Sophie reach forward and held him by the hem of his shorts. She pulled him towards her and kissed him passsionately. Her hands roamed over his back, running up to his head, through his hair and down again to his ass, squeezing him and stretching his cheeks. I took my cock in my hand and started masturbating as I watched Sophie and Mark caressing. Mark knelt upright again and took hold of Sophie's legs pulling her toward his erect cock. I held her by the waist and we lowered her to the floor. Sophie lay on her back, closed her eyes and stretched her hands over her head offering her beautiful, firm, young body to us. I lay beside her, resting on one arm, running my hands over her breasts then kissing them and taking her nipple in my mouth. Mark parted her legs and took his cock in his hand. He bagan stroking himself, moistening his cock with precum. I watched as he brought the tip of his cock to Sophie's pussy: he ran his cock the length of her lips, up and down, taking her wetness on his cock then easing into her, so slowly, just the head and out again. Sophie groans, Mark eases into her again, a little more, and out again. He keeps penetrating her gently and retreating, teasing her pussy. I kiss Sophie on he lips, running my hand through her shiny blond hair, my tongue feeling her soft lips and entertwining with hers. I notice Mark has moved beside Sophie, stroking his wet cock near her face. He runs a finger along his slit and takes a string of cum, bringing it to Sophie's lips, wetting her with his cum. Sophie licks her lips and groans. I make way and watch close up as Mark brings his cock to Sophie's cheek, letting it rest there for her. She turns her head so slightly, Mark's cock now touching her lips. She licks it. She kisses it and licks it again. She licks underneath his cock, lifting it slightly with her tongue and sucking on it with her lips. She opens her mouth and Mark urges forward a little into her. I kiss Sophie on the cheek again, so close, watching her take mark's cock in her mouth, smelling them both, hearing the gentle liquid noises. Sophie brings her hand to Mark's cock and wraps her fingers around it. She strokes him into her, sucking him deeper, breathing through her nose. Then she turns her head, eyes still closed and kisses me on the lips. I can taste Mark from her, her lips so moist with his cum. She opens her eyes and looks straight at me: those large, deep, blue lovable eyes sparkle with a little mischief. She brings Mark's cock to her mouth again, kisses it, then touches it against my lips. She smiles as she runs Mark's wet cock over my mouth, then strokes it inviting me to suck him. I am totally engrossed in her pleasure and wrap my lips around his cock as if it were Sophie. It feels so warm, so smooth, so tasty, I take him deep in my mouth. Sophie licks then length of his shaft as it slides in and out of my mouth. We are both sucking Mark's cock and it feels like the most intimate sex imaginable.

My cock is now hard and oozing, touching against Sophies smooth flesh. Mark withdraws from us and turns Sophie on her side facing me. He lies behind her so that she is sandwiched between us. We wriggle together for a while kissing, breathing deeply, caressing each other, hands running over all three bodies as if it were one mass. Mark's cock rests between the cheeks of Sophie's ass, moistening her, sliding up and down her crack. My cock is so wet rubbing against Sophie's soft belly. She feels both our cocks caressing her, in front and behind. Mark slides his cock between her legs, running it along her swollen pussy lips, he finds her opening and penetrates her, all the way. Sophie lets out a little shriek and licks my face. My cock is still rubbing against her belly in a pool of cum feeling so smooth on her skin, so warm and tingling. Mark begins to fuck her, thrusting into her, making her groan little short sighs. Sophie is wedged so tight between us, the thrusting of Mark's fucking is rubbing her belly against my cock. He speeds up, plunging his hard cock into Sophie's gorgeous tight pussy, slapping against her ass. She feels his cock inside her so deep and mine rubbing outside, she is effortlessly ebbing and flowing between us, her body sandwiched, fucked from behind and caressed from the front. My cum has spread a large moist pool over her belly and mine, my cock tingling all round in warm wet flesh. Looking at Sophie's face, her luscious feminine lips, her sweating young face, her warm breath, smelling her perfume and her sex, her smooth wet body caressing my cock, Mark lifts her with every deep fuck, faster and deeper. I tense my body all over, feeling a rush in my crotch, cum spurting from me, soaking us, getting wetter and wetter. Sophie screams as Mark explodes inside her, feeling his cum saturate her inside, my cum outside her and her juices oozing from her pussy, down her thighs as she feels both cocks massage her beautiful body. We are a heap of warm flesh soaked in cum and sweat, breathing deeply, sighing, kissing and caressing.

We stay for a while in silence, gently swaying together feeling so warm and satisfied. We will have to shower, get dressed, talk about it and maybe do it again! It was Sophie's first time experiencing the joys of having two guys and my first time experiencing intimacy with a guy. We had broken a barrier and felt liberated. We've had a few more experiences since and will have more to come. Would love to tell you about them!

Back to School

Alim walked into his classroom the first day of classes, and
promptly turned around. Everyone was a girl! He began to
think that he was in the wrong place, so he left the room - or
tried to at least. The teacher called after him, "Can I help you?"
Alim shrugged as everyone in the room looked right at
him. "I'm looking for room 306," he said.
The teacher, a pretty TA, waved him in. "Come in," she
said. "This is it."
Alim walked in, and shuddered as all of those eyes
watched his every movement. As he walked up the stairs, he
made eye contact with a few of the girls who stared at him.
About halfway up, he noticed one girl who had the eraser of her
pencil in her mouth. Her eyes never strayed from his, as she
snaked her tongue around the red eraser, her saliva causing it
to shine in the flourescent light. Alim gulped, and continued
onward to the back. As he passed her row, he heared her giggle
with her friends behind his back.
Alim decided he didn't want to be conspicuous, so he
moved in the very last row. There were two girls there, and
they offered the seat between them to him. He accepted, and
sat down between them. The one on the right introduced
herself as Ara, and the one on the left told him that she was
Anjum. Soon, Alim found out that they were best friends, and did
EVERYTHING together. He wasn't quite sure what they meant by
that; whether or not they were teasing, or proposing, he couldn't
tell.
Then, Ara dropped her pencil. It rolled between Alim's
legs, and he started to bend over to get it, when she stopped
him. "Oh, no. That's ok. I'll get it." She placed her left hand on
Alim's thigh, and reached over to get the pencil with her free
hand. Her breasts brushed against his knee, and she squeezed
his thigh. Alim knew his imagination was taking over, and he
knew that his underwear seemed awfully tight.
Ara sat up, and smiled at Alim. Then, without saying
anything else, she went back to taking notes, as if nothing had
happened. Alim started retaking notes, and trying as hard as he
could to concentrate on what the TA was saying. Just then, he
saw a pencil fly over his leg again, this time from the left.
Anjum smiled sheepishly and said that she would get it. She
placed her hand even higher up on Alim's leg, and bent over to
get her pencil. This time, she mleaned on his leg, and one
breast fell on either side of his knee. As she sat up, her hand
'slipped,' and stroked his hard prick through the fabric.
Poor Alim. His was both relieved and frustrated as she
touched him so briefly. He honestly thought he was going to
split his jeans. That's when Ara leaned over to him. "Did
she touch you?"
Alim looked at her, but before he could say anything,
Anjum retorted, "Yes. I put my hand on his leg to get my
pencil."
"I don't know. I thought you put your hand here." With
that, she reached down between his legs, and placed her palm
on his fly, and applied a little pressure. Alim began to grow very
uncomfortable, and tried not to fidget in his chair.
"Right here?" Anjum moved Ara's hand and replaced
it with her own. This time, however, she began to stroke him
through the denim fabric.
"Yeah. Right there." Then it was Ara's hand again,
rubbing him up and down through the jeans. "However," she
said. "I think you should do it right, if you are going to do it at
all."
"What do you mean?" asked Anjum.
"Watch and learn," Ara said. She deftly unzipped
Alim's fly, and released his swolen member from his underwear.
Her hand swiftly yet gently stroked him up and down. Alim, for
his part, could not believe what was going on. However, he
wasn't about to stop either one of them now. He was too horny.
Anjum appeared to watch with keen interest. "Oh, I see
now. You mean I have to perfect my up and down motion, like
this." She took Alim's hand, and placed it on her own slit, after
lifting up her miniskirt, and moving his hand up and down.
Ara smiled widely. "Exactly!" she whispered. She
then took his other hand, and did the same. Alim got the idea,
and slipped his hands underneath their panties, and fingered
their slits. Anjum reached between his thighs, and began to
stroke his balls. Ara's hand was still stroking him, as the TA
droned on in the front of the class.
Anjum and Ara's hands switched places, so that
Ara was now kneading his balls and Anjum was pumping
him with her hand. Alim's eyes began to roll back into his head,
and his breathing grew heavy. Ara leaned over to whisper
to Anjum.
"Do you want it? 'Cause if you don't I do."
Anjum looked back at her best friend. "No, I like this
just the way it is. You can have him." Ara smiled, and
mouthed the words 'Thank you' to Anjum. Anjum smiled back,
and leaned her head back against the wall. Alim's fingers were
mesmerizing her, and she was on the brink of coming. It was
all she could do to prevent herself from screaming out loud.
Ara never moved back to her seat. Instead, she
lowered her head, and took his member into her mouth. Her
warm, moist mouth took Alim by surprise, and he opened his
mouth quickly, the shut it just as quickly, so as not to alert
anyone. He could feel the rushing sensation from his balls, and
looked down to see exactly what was going on. He saw Anjum's
hand pumping him into Ara's mouth, with Ara
carressing his balls. The sight was to much for him. He began
to squirt his load into Ara's mouth. Ara's sucking grew
insistent, as did her carressing. Anjum also sensed his coming,
and began to pump him faster, forcing the come into her best
friend's mouth.
When Alim was completely dry, Ara sat up, and a small
amount of come ran from her lip. Anjum leaned over, and
wiped it with her finger, and then promptly put it in her mouth.
Alim wanted to return the favor, and he began working on the
two girls. Anjum was a lot farther along than Ara, and
came quickly. Alim could feel her pussy muscles contract about
his fingers, almost trying to draw them further and further into
her. As she finished, she let out a small whimper.
Ara came soon after, her hands grasping the armrests
of the chair in order to keep under control. Her knuckles
turned bleach white as the full force of her orgasm hit her, and
then she collapsed in her chair as it subsided. Her chest heaved
from the effort to keep quiet, or from the orgasm itself. It was
hard to tell. Just then, the bell rang. Quickly, all three adjusted
their clothing, and Anjum and Ara invited Alim back to their
room for a study session.

Distracting Alina

"Nervous?" I asked Wilshas. He had been pacing the length of the
living room for half and hour already.

"Yeah," he said. "A little. I mean, until today, I'd just been
Nyss's playmate, her friend. Now, I mean, I'm being asked to sire
hers... and yours, sir, if you don't mind my saying so... child. It's a bit of surprise when Vatare' comes to you and says 'Be the father to my mate's children.'"

I chuckled and shook my head. "You'll do fine. And stop worrying
about my reaction to the whole thing; In this regard think of it as just another cross-species family."

"I know, I know; I've sired three children, and raised two of them.
I've done this before. It's just... Do me a favor and don't tell anyone who I am."

I raised an eyebrow and said, "Why not?"

"Well, if word got out that Vatare' Shardik and the first lead of
Cutter's agreed that I was the best choice to sire their children... My Fa, I won't be able to keep the women off of me."

I laughed and said, "Is that a problem?"

"It is during competition season."

"Oh. Okay, I see your point. Speaking of which, when is your next?"

"Well, the next one is going to be at Stirrangold in ten days. I
blipped out there to see the 'incredible' waves they have there. You
know, I didn't get one good curl all day."

"Well, maybe that's part of it's charm."

"Sure you couldn't ask for a good storm out to sea the day of the
competition? I only really do well on high seas."

"Learn," I said. "It takes skill to look good on meter waves."

The door opened just as he was about to respond and Rowan walked
in, followed by the silly stuffed-pillow dragondroid Paul had assigned to her for the duration. "Hi!" I said as she came in.

She returned the greeting and sat down wearily on the couch. "I'm
tired."

"Tired?" I asked. "But tonight's the big night. Top of the cycle
for both you and P'nyssa. Better not be tired."

"Well, let me relax first. That smells great, what is it?"

"What, in the kitchen? Baked salmon. Alina's request." She
nodded. "Why are you so tired."

"Paul is trying to get me into shape; the UFT system left me with
pretty atrophied muscles when I was decanted. He's trying to turn me
into Alina."

"It is for her own good; Doctor Lewis explained that to her," the
'droid said peevishly. Whoever had programmed this incredibly silly-
looking green 'droid with that nasal, sycophantic accent... Of course, I know damn well who it was. David.

I laughed and said, "I bet." I walked over to her and said, "Don't
I get a hug?"

"Of course you get a hug. Just don't ask me to stand up." I
leaned over and hugged her close, scratching her back gently as I did so. She sighed and said, "Oh, that feels good. Don't you dare stop."

I followed her orders carefully, scratching and rubbing her furry
back softly, concentrating on her shoulders and on the tight knot of
muscles at the base of her tail. "You know, Rowan, you don't need to
hold your tail up all the time."

"My tail drags on the ground if I don't." Which was true; she did
have a long tail for a Mephit. "Besides, people tell me that I look
sexier when I do."

"Yeah, but that's because Mephits are based on a skunk-image; I
don't think that without that cultural reference you'd be thought any less of because you didn't hold your tail high thirty hours a day."

She shrugged against me as I rubbed and said, "So? People still
think it's prettier when I do."

"I suppose." I backed away from her and said "Better?"

"Much, thank you."

"You're welcome." The door opened and Alina and P'nyssa wandered
in together. I rose to hug him, but he put his hand up and said, "I'm all sweaty and dusty," so I hugged P'nyssa instead. She melded her body against me and I sighed with pleasure. "Love you," I said.

"I love you too," she laughed. "How was your day?"

"Not bad, not bad."

"And yours?" she asked Wilshas.

"Oh, the usual," he said. "Working out, swimming in the pond,
making arrangements with my crew for the big compete next week."

"The usual," she said, smiling. I liked Wilshas, but I had yet to
see what it was P'nyssa saw in the professional surfer.

"Shall we eat?" I said, walking back into the kitchen and checking
the oven.

"Can I shower first?" Alina complained, sniffing himself delicately

I looked under the lid and said, "You've got six minutes, tops."

"Done," he said.

When he had returned we sat down and ate; conversation was light
and casual. Alina rose to clear off the table by first putting a tray on his upright tail, then placing glasses on it. "How are you doing that?" I asked.

"Doing what?" he asked innocently.

"Balancing that tray on your tail. Your tail doesn't have that
kind of strength. At least, I don't think it does."

"I'll show you when I get back." He walked into the kitchen,
holding his tail a little to the right, put the dishware in the sink and came back with the empty tray. "Reach up to the tip of my tail," he said. I did, and felt something about a cent thick coiled under his fur. "Feel that?" he asked.

"Yeah?"

"Controlled pressor module. It makes a cute effect in restaurants
and bars. I saw someone using one in Rhysh and just had to know the
trick."

"Cute," I agreed, shaking my head slowly. What some people will do
just for the appearance. Still, it made a good visual.

After the table had been cleared off, the five of us sat around,
looking at one another, waiting for the cue. P'nyssa finally broke the silence by saying, "If you three will excuse me, I'm taking this
handsome young melTindal into the bedroom and making love to him until his eyes drop out."

"Sounds wonderful," Wilshas said, sarcastic but smiling.

P'nyssa laughed and held out her mitt. "Come on, gorgeous."

He rose and followed her down into the bedroom. I watched them go
with a mixture of envy and hope; I love P'nyssa too much not to be at least a little bit jealous, and a little bit worried, and I also wanted very much for them to succeed.

I turned back to Alina and Rowan, who were now staring at me.
"Well," I said, a little uncomfortably, "Do you two want to be alone?"

Alina turned to Rowan and said, "I wouldn't mind if he stayed."

"He better stay," Rowan returned. "On the count of three. One."
What the? "Two."

"Okay, what are you two thinking?" I asked suspiciously.

"Three!" Rowan said, leaping from her chair. Alina and she
simultaneously grabbed me by the shoulders and tipped my chair back,
easing me down to the floor as fast as safely possible before they
descended on me, tickling me mercilessly. "Alina! Stop!"

"Oh, no," he said, smiling. "I like watching you squirm in
helpless giggles." He dug his fingers under my arm to make the point, pulling my shirt up in the process. I did indeed dissolve, helplessly, laughing out loud and squirming against their assaulting paws. "Dammit!" I screamed. "Stop!"

And they did. I sat up and swept a lock of hair out from my eyes,
glaring at them both. Alina leaned over and kissed my cheek softly.
"Just getting your attention, lover," he said gently.

"Well, you've got it," I said angrily. But as I look into his face
the anger melted, and I touched his throat gently with the back of my hand, stroking his fur. "I love you," I said.

"I know. That's why we're here. All of us."

I smiled, turned to Rowan and said, "Come here." She leaned in
slowly and I kissed her on the nose. "And I love you too. I'm glad you decided to stay with us."

"Me too," she said, sighing. She opened her mouth to speak, closed
it again, then said, "You know, Ken, that when I came out of that tank the second time, I hated you." I nodded, not at all surprised at her statement. "All that I was, was gone. Everything I had been, all the power and the speed that had been Rowan Masters was gone, like it had never been."

"And then you came to visit me, and I saw you, through these eyes,
and then you touched me, like Ember touched me the first time, and the sensation, the thought, was so... I don't know. 'Powerful' doesn't describe it. 'Profound,' I guess." She smiled tightly and said, "I like what I am, this small, personal thing that I am. That you two are. If I never thank you for it, it's just because I can still feel what I was. But I'm ready for tonight; I've never wanted what we're going to do tonight more."

I nodded again and leaned over to kiss her again. "Thank you," I
said. "For that admission."

"It's the truth." She smiled and leaned over to kiss Alina. He
closed his eyes; the expression on his face forced me to stifle a laugh-halfway between anticipation and reservation, he looked as if he was ready for it, but not ready for her.

I eased myself behind him, careful not to sit on his tail, and
reached around him to feel his nipples under his fur. "I love you," I said, whispering into his ear. I must have tickled his fur slightly; his ear flicked against my nose.

He reached up behind himself and put his hand on my head, ruffling
my hair. "I love you too."

I reached down to his side and tugged on the drawstring that kept
his sweatpants closed. It came free with an easy pull, and I pulled
loose the strands that crossed over the tail-hole, making it easy for Rowan to pull them off. He raised his hips to make it easier.

Rowan gasped. "'rix, Ken, he's big."

"I warned you."

"I know, but you didn't warn me enough."

I smiled and said, "And he's not even hard yet."

"I can change that," she smiled, leaning over and nibbling softly
at the opening of his thick sheath. He groaned and whispered to me, "I don't know..."

Somehow, it came to me right then, the perfect response. "Do I
have to blindfold you so you won't know the difference, cub?" I answered him, with a cold edge to my voice.

"No, my Lord," he said, looking down. The way he said "My Lord"
sent chills down my spine. And the threat had an obvious effect on him; Rowan smiled up at the both of us as his cock hardened slightly, the pink tip sliding out of his sheath. "Rowan," I whispered, "bite him a little."

He whimpered, a high-pitched whine, and I said, "Hush, cub." He
was silent until Rowan began gently abusing his sheath with her teeth, running her tongue in tight circles around the head of his cock. He squirmed, his cock hardening. Small whines came from his throat again as I put my hands over his eyes; I know how much he hates being blindfolded, but I also know how much he trusts me. I encircled his waist with my other hand and grabbed his balls, squeezing and twisting them slightly. He began to squirm even more, his cock coming to full flare.

Rowan smiled and stood up, dropping the robe she wore. Her breasts
were large, her hips wide; her body is magnificent. Her fur is thick
and expansive; rolling around with her in bed is a joy forever if you don't mind having a hairball in the morning. And she's well-built for what she was about to put herself through: pregnancy. As I slid my hand up to stroke Alina's shaft, she knelt down again over him. "Ready?" I asked.

She nodded. I'd asked her not to say anything during the evening;
probably a silly precaution. I watched in fascination as she slid her paws between her thighs, stroking between her lips. I grabbed Alina's cock and pushed it away from his belly, aiming it towards her. She crawled forward a step and nuzzled her cunt up against his proferred cock. I heard him whimper again as she slid his thick penis into her, and the whimper was joined by her sigh.

"Hush, cub," I reminded him as she began to stroke up and down.
For balance she put her hands on his shoulders. She wasn't quite able to get all of him into her, and I don't think she would have wanted to try. As it was, she was doing a ring of a job.

"I bet," I whispered into his ear, "I bet you'd love to be on the
receiving end tonight. I bet you'd rather have me turn you over and
fuck you hard, right cub?"

He whimpered, a high-pitched "Mm-hmm" of acknowledgement. "I bet
you'd like me to follow this up by my sliding a hand into you... " I
let the pause go on for an evil length of time while Rowan stroked his thick cock. "I bet you'd like two hands tonight."

There was no coherence behind his whimper this time; I could feel
his eyes flickering back and forth under my palm, searching desperately for a point of light, a sign that might tell him what was happening that he could not feel. With my other hand I reached around his chest and began stroking his nipples, hard. As I played with his chest I could feel his ribs under muscle under skin, and with an evil grin I pressed inwards and rolled my fingers up; he squealed and squirmed harder. That hurts, and I should know. I looked up at Rowan, who had opened her eyes momentarily upon hearing his muffled scream. I smiled at her; she shook her head and went back to stroking his cock with her sex, pressing down deep with every stroke. I could see her shuddering with the effort of pressing the head of his huge shaft against the back wall of her cervix.

"Want me to do that again, cub?" I asked.

"No, my Lord," he replied, breathing hard.

"Then you're going to come for me, aren't you?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"How soon?"

"Very soon, my Lord."

"Better make is soon, cub," I said, grabbing a nipple and twisting
it again, a little harder this time. He squirmed in response; Rowan was slamming downward. I was covering Alina's eyes so he couldn't see it, but I wanted to watch her reaction when he came. I didn't have to wait a long time. Alina's body tensed, and tensed more. I'd never seen him fight so hard for his orgasm before. Rowan was staring into his face, and I could see her reactions as he got closer, tenser, tighter.
Suddenly, he threw his head back and screamed, his whole body quaking as he came into her. I lost my grip on his eyes.

I was quick in my response too, sliding to his left and letting him
lay down slowly, his head into my lap. He waited a few seconds before
opening his eyes and blinking a few times. "Feel better?" I asked.

"Much," he said. I reached down to run my hand along his
cheekruffs, soothing him. Rowan walked up and said, "That wasn't bad."

"I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you, Rowan," Alina said.

"Don't worry about it," she said, smiling. "I understand. And
there are other people who can take care of me if that's what I want."

I laughed and said, "But not tonight."

She thought about that and said, "Right. Not tonight."

"Why not?" Alina asked, bewildered.

"Combative Spermatothanosis."

"What?" he asked again.

"When two men come inside the same woman, for some reason the sperm
fight among themselves and her chance of pregancy actually goes down.
It's not really a big drop; I wouldn't recommend it as a method of birth control. But I don't want to risk it for 30 hours. And even though we're not the same species, if CS is triggered by chemical tracers in semen, we might be similar enough to cause it."

"Especially if we really are what we eat," he said.

"That's awful!" I said, grabbing one of the cushions and swatting
at him with it; he blocked it easily.

"Actually," Rowan said, "I wouldn't mind watching you two make
love."

I looked over at Alina, who had a huge smile on his face. "I can
see you like the idea," I said. He nodded again, even more
enthusiastically. I grabbed him by the shoulder and quickly manhandled him to the ground, rolling him over onto his stomach.

He whimpered again. "Didn't think it was going to be that easy,
did you?"

"No, my Lord."

I smiled. I looked around for a few seconds and realized we didn't
have any lubricant. "Well," I said, "It seems we are without anything to make my entrance easier. Maybe we'll just have to do this dry," I said, nudging my cock between his buttocks. He whimpered again. "Or should I ask Rowan to help?"

A glance in her direction told me everything I wanted to know; she
nodded and smiled like a schoolgirl, but she also had one hand over her mouth, stifiling a laugh.

"Please, my Lord, please don't fuck me dry."

"But it might be fun," I said. "No, I'll be nice. Would you like
to do the honors, lady Rowan?"

She smiled wider and leaned over, taking my cock into her mouth
with one swift swallow. I was immediately vaulted into paradise; she's good! Her mouth closed around my cock and the warmth just seemed to pervade my entire body; I could feel it slowly spreading into my chest, my legs. Weird.

I could also see from where we were situated, my straddling Alina's
legs and her to his side, that she was holding his tail out of the way with her left paw, grasping it at the base. Then I realized she was squeezing it gently, rhythmically, with her strokes on my sex. And her index finger was extended down the cleft of his ass, playing with the tight ring of muscle around his anus. She let loose my cock and looked up at me. "I think you're ready."

"I'm definitely sensitive enough," I said. I leaned over and ran
my tongue over his asshole a few times, sliding in a little deeper with ever lick. He moaned loudly; he loves being rimmed. I aimed my cock and slowly pushed my cock into him; once the head was in, I took a deep breath, pulled up a little so my cock was aimed further downward, and plunged in viciously.

He bit into his arm to muffle his scream. "Too hard, cub?" I
asked?

"No... No, my Lord." But as I began to stroke him slowly, the
grunts and groans coming from him told me I might be doing it a little too hard. Still, he had a safeword, so until he called it I wasn't going to stop.

I began pounding him a little harder. Why not? He groaned,
crossing his arms over his head to wait it out. I looked over to Rowan, who was staring at us with a mixture of fascination and concern. I smiled to her, shifted weight to get a better angle; the angle I was attacking him with was great for hitting his prostate, but not for my friction, and what I wanted right now was my friction.

My strokes got even faster; normally, I'd've preferred to do this
with him on his knees, but for some reason I was having a lot of fun
fucking him like this, with him on his stomach. He was moaning, panting into the rug, as my hips collided with his butt over and over. He would sometimes tense his muscles, almost succeeding in holding me.

But I was in a sadistic mood with him for some reason, and I would
simply break free, fucking him harder still, until I could feel my
release growing inside me, tightening. I was positively snarling with every stroke as I rose to my climax, and with one savage impact with his body I _came_ inside him, shooting into his poor, tortured gut.

As the world stopped spinning, I slowly slid out of him and rolled
off to my right. He groaned in gentle pain as he turned over and sat
up, carefully. "You okay?" I asked.

"I'm going to walking bowlegged for a week!" he exclaimed, leaning
over and kissing me. "Thank you."

"Uh, Ken, Alina?" I turned my head to look to Rowan. "There's
blood on your cock."

"Yeah, so?" we both responded, almost simultaneously. Blood was
nothing new to Alina and I, not when we were enjoying the sort of
ungentle lovemaking that strikes us every once in a while.

She shivered gently. I shuffled over to her and put my arms around
her, holding her close. "You okay?" I asked.

She nodded. "It's just I'm not used to seeing that. I guess I
asked for it, huh?"

I squeezed her shoulders gently. "No, you asked to watch us make
love. I don't know why that sort of lovemaking came out of that scene,
it just did. Sometimes we get out of hand."

"And you like it?"

"I'd be lying if I said 'no.' I'd also be lying if I said it was
pleasurable."

"Then why do you like it?"

"For the same reason Alina and I do a lot of the things we do.
Trust."

"Power," Alina offered.

"Love," I countered. "You should know about those things. You did
run Rhysh for a while, love."

"I know," she said. "But now that I'm... dependant on this
delicate body to keep me going, I guess I'm a little more sensitive."

I nodded. I reached out an arm to Alina and pulled him over,
hugging both of them close. "I love both you, you know," I said.

"Love you too," Alina whispered. Rowan merely said "Mm-hmm," and
snuggled closer. I was suddenly fascinated with this enormous expanse
of black-and-white fur surrounding me. Gods, they are both so
beautiful, and to think that they're both my children.

"Come on," I said after a minute or so. "Let's go to bed."

"Let's clean up first," Alina said. I agreed. As he stood up, he
groaned and grasped his belly.

"You okay?" I asked.

"You always ask that. I'm fine."

"I know. C'mon." I reached down and helped Rowan stand. "How are
you doing?"

"We'll know tomorrow, won't we?"

"We could always do a little cheerleading. Go Sperm! Go Sperm!" I
mimed a few pom-poms.

"He's silly," she said, looking at Alina and hooking a thumb in my
direction.

"This is news?" Alina said. "Can we take that shower now?"

"Okay, okay," I said. We retired into the master bedroom and the
shower. "Distracting Alina"