Victoria, Rachel and Me

Okay. A disclaimer. This is early. Very, very, early. It's rather...earnest, shall we say? Straightforward. But everything is going on here. So, here you go.

Victoria had been joking that she was ‘bi-curious’ for a few months now.  She mostly said it to get a rise out of me.  Oh ho.  One night, we were watching a particularly filthy flick in which two women were going down on some guy.  I was nuzzling her neck, not really paying much attention to the movie but tuning in to her clit instead.  “I want to try that,” she panted.

“What?” I mumbled through her neck.

“That.”

“What that?”

“On screen.”

I stopped what I was doing and watched the movie for a moment.  The guy was fucking one of the girls while she ate the other out.  I paused for a minute, possibilities racing through my mind.  “Yeah?”

“Yeah, it looks like fun.”

I propped my head up with one hand, while my other hand worked its way down to my cock.  “Have any one in mind?”

She looked down at my stroking and said, “Well, it would have to be someone we know.  I couldn’t share you with a stranger.”

“Of course not.”

She settled back and began to play with her nipples.  “And it would be someone we could trust.  How about Rachel?”

Rachel was her best friend from college.  Vicki had shared a room with her for six months before she moved in with me.  And what’s more, Vicki knew I had secretly fancied her for a while.

Well, that was enough.  I mounted her right there and within a few strokes, we were both screaming as waves of pleasure swept us up.  I collapsed on her chest and she wrapped her fingers in my hair.  “So,” I wheezed.  “How is this going to work?”

“First I have to call her,” and she reached out to the night side stand and grabbed the phone.  As she dialed Rachel’s number, my heart skipped a beat.  “Rachel? Hi, it’s Vic.  I was wondering if you wanted to come over tomorrow.  Yeah, come on.  It’ll be fun.  We’ll have a couple of drinks and catch up.  Great, we’ll see you tomorrow.  Round eight, yeah.

“All set,” she said, putting the phone down.

My cock began to harden again and she grabbed hold of it.  “Just one thing.”

“Anything,” I said.

“You’re not allowed to fuck her,” she squeezed my cock.  “Not this time.  For right now, you’re all mine.  She can suck you, but your dick goes anywhere near her cunt…”

  I nodded.

“Good,” she released me and stood up.  “Now I have to decide what to wear for tomorrow.  It isn’t everyday you get to seduce your best friend.”

Rachel arrived at eight sharp, bring with her a large bottle of Château de Chasselet.  Was she cuter than I remembered, or was it simply that in a short while, she would be in our bed?  I shared a wicked look with Victoria.

“Rachel,” said Vicky, smoothly.  “What have you been up to?”

“Not much,” she replied, sitting down on the sofa.  She flicked her shoulder length hair out of her face.  It was a sort of scarlety color that complemented her emerald eyes beautifully.  “Work’s been killer.  I’m glad you called, actually.  I can finally have an evening where I can relax.”

“Relax, yes,” I laughed nervously.  Victoria glared at me and mouthed, “Don’t blow it.”

Dinner progressed without a hitch.  Both Vicky and Rachel drank a vast amount of wine, while I contained myself to a small glass.  If I was to be in a position to do anything remotely interesting, I needed to stay mostly sober.

We retired to the living room to watch a movie.  After much deliberation, it was decided that we would watch Bound, as Rachel liked Jennifer Tilly but had never seen it.  We sat on the floor, watching the movie while the girls drank.  I could tell that Rachel was getting turned on, her eyes were slightly smoky and she unfastened buttons on her top several times.

I caught Vicky’s eye and she motioned for me to make myself scarce for a moment.  I excused myself and went around the corner to the kitchen, where I could still sneak a peek as to what was going on.

I watched Vic run her hand up Rachel’s leg, she shuddered under the touch.  ‘I have a confession,” she said.

“Yeah, what’s that?” Rachel asked, her voice cracking slightly.

“I want you so badly,” said Victoria.

“But what about Shaun?”

My girlfriend pressed a finger to Rachel’s lips.  Her other hand worked up under Rachel’s skirt.  I couldn’t tell what they were doing, but Rachel started whimpering.  Vic removed her hand and kissed her friend passionately.  “Come on back, honey,” she called to me.

I entered the room, erection visible through my pants.  Rachel looked at Vic, then to me, stunned.  “What’s going on?”

“Simple,” I said.  “We’re inviting you in to our bed.”

“What? The both of you?  At the same time?”

Vicky massaged Rachel’s breast, “We’re not going to make you do anything you don’t want to.  But it looked like you were interested in relieving a little tension tonight.”

Rachel smiled.  “Okay, I’m in.”

Victoria stood up and we both took Rachel’s hands and led her into our bedroom for the first time.

To say that the three of us were nervous would not be out of the question.  None of us had done anything like this before and therefore did not quite know how to begin.  I sat down of the bed and patted next to me for someone else.  Rachel did so.  I took her face in my hands and said, “You’re very beautiful, you know that?  We wouldn’t be doing this otherwise.”

She smiled and blushed.  I kissed her lightly on the forehead and felt Vicky sit down next to us.  She started kissing Rachel’s arm.  I reached over and discreetly fondled my girlfriend’s breast.  Vic, it seemed, was in no mood to wait and took off her shirt to expose her bare breasts.  She put Rachel’s hand on the breast that was being ignored and started moving her kisses upward, lingering at Rachel’s neck.  I put my other hand under Rachel’s skirt and teased her pussy through her underwear.

Rachel leaned in towards me, breaking off Vicky’s necking.  She pulled off my shirt in a deft maneuver and flung it across the room.  Vicky, in turn, unbuckled me and ripped my pants and shorts off.  I was now naked, which I didn’t think terribly fair until Rachel grabbed my cock and commenced jerking.  Unsatisfied with my nudity, Vic removed Rachel’s skirt and panties.  I pulled her rear over to me, undoing the clasp on her sarong and finding no other garments to impede my progress, began to eat her out.  Vicky cried out in pleasure and tore open Rachel’s top, popping several buttons.  She buried her head between the now exposed breasts and thrust her hand between Rachel’s lower lips.

We were a tangle of limbs.  Rachel lost her grip on my cock, so I decided to impose some order on things.  I pulled away from the girls and lay back on the bed.  I was content to watch them grapple with each other for a moment, but soon felt the urge overtake me.  “Hey, what about me?” I said playfully.

They both turned to look at me.  “Oh, are you feeling left out?” Victoria said.  She moved to my right side, while Rachel moved to my left.  “I guess we’ll just have to take care of that.”

Vic lowered herself and sucked on the head of my cock and Rachel stroked the shaft.  The effect of both of them working on my dick was amazing.  I’d never felt anything like.  My hands shot out and found their cunts.  I kneaded and massaged their dripping holes as they swapped positions on my cock.  I flicked them off, my fingers never letting up.  They both gushed at the same time, covering my hands with their sweet secretions.  I savoured their cum, the mixture was the best thing I had ever tastes.  Meanwhile, the girls were doing their damnedest to make me cum as well.  I could feel my dick swelling for the final load under Rachel’s attention.

“Hang on,” I sighed.  The girls stopped what they were doing.  “There’s one more thing I want to try.”

They looked confused, but were willing to give anything a try at this point.  I positioned them in a 69, with Vicky on top.  As they tongued each other’s twats, I slipped myself into Vic’s ass.  She moaned into Rachel’s slit while I reamed her asshole.  My balls slapped Rachel’s forehead.  She reached up and pulled my ass into my girlfriend’s, who started screaming with pleasure.

I couldn’t take it any longer.  I came up Vic’s ass, then quickly pulled out and shot another string of cum on Rachel’s face.  I fell back on my butt and watched the girls play with each other until they were both spent.  Rachel wiped the cum from her face and apparently unsatisfied with the meager offering, moved over to suck my cock dry.  The three of us lay in our sweat and other juices.  I cuddled up to Vic, as did Rachel.

“That,” said Rachel, “was nice.”

“Was it everything you hoped for?” I asked my girlfriend.

“Hey, I’m laying here sweaty and naked with my best friend and my boyfriend.  What could be better?”

None of us could argue.  We fell asleep, dreaming of each other and the evening we had.

                                                                                                                                                  Originally posted Friday, March 04, 2005

Perhaps You'll Forget You Forgot For Awhile

For some reason, the memory of when I nearly had sex for the first time detached itself from the dark recesses of my mind.  Not the time that I actually lost my virginity mind you.  That would come later.  So to speak.  The summer of 2000 was a strange one.  I am trying to remember if B and I had gotten back together before the end of school.  Not that we were officially back together.  No, that would wait until fall of 2001 for a variety of reasons.  Mostly because I was young and fairly stupid and didn't know what I wanted.  As it turned out, neither did she.  But this is not the time for recriminations slander.  Where was I?  Oh, yes.  Yes, yes, we must have been together.  There was a handjob in the park on Graduation Day.  Or I think it was Graduation Day, it may have been later that summer.  I seem to be turning into a strange, perverted Dylan Thomas.

We skulked around in the shadows, neither of us wanted to admit to our parents what we were doing.  Late night 'coffee runs' when she'd get off work.  Sometimes there was coffee involved, or a milkshake, but mostly it was an excuse to fool around in the backseat of her car.  Her tiny little teal Saturn.  We had played around with hands and mouths and tongues, but we had never gone all the way.  She wanted it to be special and to be in a proper bed and to be when the time was right.  I can't say as I blamed her.  As we later found out, sex was practically impossible in that car.  At least for the heavier set couple.

Which brings us to August.  Her birthday was past.  We were both eighteen.  My family went away for the weekend, but I couldn't go because I had to work while they were away.  I suppose I could have gotten out of it if I wanted to, but then I would have had to go with my family.  Instead, there was an empty house and two curious and horny teenagers.  I was doubly nervous because of my house.  It was, and is, a hellhole.  The sort of clutter and mess that they do programs on The Learning Channel about.  But that didn't matter.  Because we were going to have sex.  On Friday, she came over.  We went into my room and sat on the bed.  And talked.  And kissed.  And fondled.  And...she gave me a blowjob.  It was a very nice blowjob as I recall, but it was hardly the sex I was hoping for.  That we both talked about.

On Saturday, B had to work during the afternoon so I went to a movie.  I went to Godzilla 2000, actually, with Jeremy, Elvin, and Sean.  Dear, dear Sean, who would be dead in October.  Perhaps Emily was there, but I don't recall.  It was great.  There were only a handful of us in the theatre and after about ten minutes, we just started making fun of the movie.  Very loudly.  In MST3K fashion.  This was not surprising.  We were all big fans of both Godzilla and MSTie.  I've scarcely had a better time at the movies.  But I knew that I was going to get lucky that night, so I opted out of going to dinner.  It was about 7 when I got home.  Not very late at all.  And there was a very angry message on the machine from B.  Not saying anything explicit, of course, but very angry.  I called her back and she refused to talk to me a couple of times.  Eventually I was able to get her to talk to me but she refused to come over.  Which was her prerogative.  Years later, when somehow the topic came up in conversation, she told me that mostly she was just angry with herself for not doing anything on Friday and she was taking it out on me.  And that's as good a reason not to have sex as I've heard.

Originally posted 13 Mar 09

Sex With My Hat

I opened the door to a dark house.  “Hello?” I called.  I knew she was home because the car was outside, but that didn’t explain the dark.

 “Back here,” I heard her call from the bedroom.  I walked down the hallway to our bedroom and flipped on the light to find her spread seductively on the bed wearing my fedora and one of my dress shirts.
 “Hi,” said I.  “Um, what’s up?”
 She took a brief glance toward my trousers.  “You are, by the looks of it.  I take it you like?”
 I mumbled something as she walked over to me and pressed her bespectacled face to mine.  I ran my fingers through her hair with one hand, while the other crept slowly around the curve of her ass.  She pulled away suddenly.
 “Nah, ah, ah.  None of that, not yet.”  She spun me around and pushed me onto the bed.  She pulled me up so I was sitting on the edge, my head nuzzled in those wondrous breasts.  The shirt was unbuttoned just far enough so I could see a hint of her nipples.  I moved my head and shifted her shirt a little to get a better angle.  I took one nipple in my mouth and bit it ever so slightly.  Her hand immediately grasped me to her bosom and she moaned in my ear, “Do the other one.”  So, naturally I obliged.
 I held on to her with my left arm as my right hand crept in-between her legs.  Her cunt was already dripping.  I roughly massaged her clit and continued nibbling at her nipples.  She was rapidly losing control, her hands scrambling for purchase on my back.  She tore off my t-shirt and dug her nails into my shoulder.
 “I liked that shirt,” I said, coming up for air.
 “I’ll (pant) buy you (pant) another,” she moaned.
 I slipped finger, then two, then three, inside of her.  My hand worked like a piston, trying to get deeper within.  She came, biting her lip, but I didn’t stop.  I needed to make her shout and when, a moment later, she did; I withdrew my hand and licked the tartness that she had deposited.
 “Your turn,” she groaned, knocking me on my back.  I caught a brief glimpse of my fedora headed in a southerly direction and then heard a zipper being slowly undone.  I realized that it was my zipper when I felt my cock exposed to the open air for a moment.  A very brief moment, as it turned out, because her mouth was soon wrapped around it.
 I inhaled sharply, moving my head so I could see what she was doing.  Her eyes met mine as my fedora bobbed up and down.  She started pumping my cock with her hand while she sucked the top.  My eyes rolled back into their sockets.  Her mouth moved down lower as she began to lick my balls.  At this point I ran my hands through her hair again; never actually holding her head down, but simply applying a certain amount of pressure.  She swallowed my length and I felt her smile around it.  It gave me a great deal of pleasure knowing that she enjoyed this as much as I did.
 As I felt my excitement build, I motioned for her to back off a little.  Unsteadily, I rose to my feet and took my cock in hand.  She knew what I had in mind and flung my fedora across the room accordingly.  She unbuttoned the shirt and let it fall open, at last revealing her breasts to full view.  She started playing with her clit, the sight of which drove me wild.  I couldn’t contain myself anymore and sprayed my cum across her face and chest.  I shot five or six times, each time leaving a different trail on her.
 She wiped her glasses clean and surveyed the situation.  Seeing a bit near her breast, she rubbed my cum into her nipple like it was lotion or something.  She ran her tongue across her lips and lapped up some cum that had landed there.  “Mm,” she said as she stood up.  “I think I should wear your clothes more often."

Originally posted Friday, March 04, 2005