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   We are laying in bed, and you are curled up behind me, like two perfect
spoons.  Your left arm is wrapped around me, and I can feel your breath in
my hair.  I am going to tell you a story, one you know well because you
were there, but I know you love to hear it told through my eyes, and I feel
you harden behind me as I begin to whisper...

   I met Michelle in kindergarten.  I don't remember my life before her;
she was simply always there.  Even as a child she was athletic, and
somewhat of a tomboy, but then, so was I.  She came into my life again when
I ran into her at work not long ago.  I didn't remember that she had grown
so tall.  She is still incredibly fit, but more than that, it is clear how
comfortable she is in her body.  She has a sheer physical presence that is
so strong that it makes me heady being close to her, drunk on her essence.
Our attraction was instant; when she embraced me, I was aware of every bone
and muscle under my hands.  We exchanged cards and promised to get together
for lunch.  One lunch led to another, which led to drinks after work...

   You knew that our friendship had been rekindled, but you didn't suspect
the turn that it had taken.  My attraction to Michelle had no effect on how
I feel about you, but I couldn't expect you to understand that.  So I
continued to see her, and one thing led to another, and we became lovers,
in secret.  Michelle didn't know about you either.  Lesbians don't
understand bisexuality and don't respect it, they see it as a sellout.  Her
respect was important to me.  And I couldn't choose; I loved you both, not
that either of you could understand that.  And so one Friday evening you
and I went to dinner at my favorite Italian restaurant.  It was an evening
of indulgence, including good wine, and I was already playing with you
under the table before we left the restaurant.  We went back to my house
and my clothes were off before we made it back to the bedroom.  I pushed
you lightly on the chest and you fell back on the bed on your back, looking
up at me standing over you in my black lace thong and camisole.  I climbed
on top of you and straddled you, enjoying the suspense, knowing that you
were aching to be inside of me.  I leaned over to kiss you, sliding my warm
tongue into your mouth, your hands in my hair as it fell around my face. 
You moved your hand lower and slipped your thumb inside to rub my clit for
a moment before pulling my thong to the side.  I raised up and slid down on
your hard cock in one easy stroke, wet as I was.  I moaned as you slid home
-- I am small and tight and you fill me up and split me open, and there is
nothing in the world like that feeling.  I started to move, rocking gently
back and forth with small motions, teasing you, popping your head in and
out behind the rim of my cervix.

   That's when I felt my hair grabbed from behind.  I don't know how long
she had been there, or how much she had seen, but it was enough.  I saw her
face consumed with rage as she pulled me off of you by my hair.  I screamed
as I felt it ripping out of my head as she dragged me off the bed, and I
fell hard to the floor on my back.  I couldn't see you, but all I could
think was that I didn't want you to hurt her, so I called to you to stay
out of it.  I only caught a glimpse of her face before she kicked me in the
ribs.  The pain was searing, and it hurt so bad to draw the next breath I
thought I was going to pass out.  I was in shock and so wounded that she
could hurt me like this.  As she drew back to kick me again, I reached up
and grabbed the leg that was closest to me, digging my nails into her
muscular calf.  She was standing on it and it gave way -- I caught her off
balance, and she fell backwards.  I rolled up and quickly climbed on top of
her.  I drew my hand back and slapped her face as hard as I could.  I
didn't want to hurt her, I just wanted to bring her to her senses, but my
hand caught her nose and I saw blood start to well out of it.  I was
immediately sorry, but all it did was make her more angry.  She reached up
with her knees and squeezed my torso between them.  Her legs were so strong
that I lost my breath again, the pressure was so crushing.  She rolled to
the side and in a second was on top of me, our positions reversed.  I knew
when I looked in her eyes that she wanted to hurt me, as badly as I had
hurt her by being with you.  She slapped me again, and I felt the sting on
my cheek.  She lost the last shred of control then and started clawing me,
catching my cheeks and neck and chest.  I struggled to get my hands up to
defend myself but they were trapped between her powerful thighs, and I felt
the continuous barrage of her nails tearing into my skin.  I know it only
lasted a minute but it seemed like an eternity, and all I could do was cry
and beg her to stop.

   The next thing I knew, I felt you grab my hips and raise them off the
floor, underneath Michelle's thighs.  I couldn't see you, but with shock I
felt your engorged cock slide into me; you were so hard that it was like
being impaled by steel.  I opened my eyes to see Michelle's features calm.
She looked down at me, and looking into my eyes, said "I am going to punish
you for being an unfaithful little slut." She climbed off me and turned to
look at you, and asked you if you thought that I deserved to be punished.
You nodded almost imperceptibly and pulled out of me.  She dragged me onto
my knees, and then pulled me by the hair onto the bed on my belly, making
me cry out again.  She barked at you to get on the bed too.  I looked up at
you, hoping that you would help me, but I could see that you were angry
with me too and I would find no comfort there.  She grabbed me by the hips
from behind and pulled me up onto my knees, telling you to get in front of
me.  Then she reached down to the floor and snatched your tie off the
floor. She grabbed both of my wrists and pulled them together behind my
back, and my face fell to the mattress.  She quickly knotted the tie, and
my shoulders immediately began to ache.  Then I heard the jingle of your
pants, and I knew she was working your belt out of the loops.  I felt my
stomach turn over as I realized what she was going to do.  She said, "Now,
suck his cock while I give you the whipping of your life." She grabbed my
shoulder and pulled my chest up off the mattress, raising my face up to
your cock.  She told me to open my mouth, and you slid in and down my
throat in one hard thrust.  Just then I felt the first hard crack of the
belt across the cheeks of my ass, her hand firm on the curve of my lower
back to keep me from pulling away from the punishment.  The sensations were
overwhelming -- your hard shaft down my throat, the ache in my neck and
shoulders, the pain of the leather striking my ass, and the salt of my
tears stinging the welts on my face.  I felt defeated and humiliated.  You
started pumping in and out of my mouth in long, full strokes, fucking my
face mercilessly, while Michelle whipped me in time with your strokes.  I
whimpered, and the tears continued to flown down my cheeks, but I knew
there was nothing I could do to stop it.  The pain was becoming unbearable
when mercifully you pulled your cock out of my mouth and exploded on my
face, drenching me, leaving cum dripping off my cheeks and chin, stinging
in the open scrapes.  Michelle stopped, and I dared to hope that it was
over.  I felt her work loose the knot of the tie, and thankfully felt my
arms and shoulders release as I fell to the bed.  I rolled over and looked
up at both of you, and it was clear that the emotion and energy was spent.
I knew that you both still loved me, even though it would take a long time
for the wounds of the night to heal.  Michelle said that she understood
that you could give me things that she couldn't, and you recognized the
same thing.  I said that I was sorry, and you both made me promise to be
sure that neither of you saw the other, or else.