We Three 4/? {Redman} {MFF rough}
(c) October 2000

Author's note: I'm writing this story in a frenzy. 
Please overlook, or better yet help me correct, any 
mistakes you may find. Comments and corrections are 
welcomed at redman@seductive.com. This story is 
intended for mature readers and contains scenes about 
mature sexual situations. If it is illegal for you to 
read this material because of your age or the laws 
where you reside, please do not do so. 


We Three: Part 4


"Well," my wife Marjorie said to her best friend 
Carol, "while he's stunned like this, what do you want 
to do to him?"

"Oh God, Marj! Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Quit stalling, you know we all want this," Marj 
hissed at her. She leaned down and whispered into my 
ear, "Just lay back, baby. Momma will make it all 
good, just lay back and let her do it."

Carol kicked off her sandals and in a dazzling move, 
quickly reached under her dress and stripped off those 
sopping wet powder-blue panties.

"Give those to me," I heard my wife say in a deep, 
husky voice. When Carol looked at her puzzled, 
Marjorie laughed, releasing her tension. "They're not 
for me, silly. They're for him. I know what he likes."

Marjorie lifted my head up and slid her knees 
underneath so that I ended up lying with my head in 
her lap. She reached down and began to pull my knit 
shirt over my head. I was able to raise up on my own a 
bit as she pulled it over my head, but then she 
pressed back on my shoulders until I lay down on her 
lap again.

Carol was on her knees, hovering near my waist. She 
tentatively reached up with both hands and put them on 
the snaps. I thought she was going to start taking 
them off, but before she did that, she looked up 
questioningly to my wife as if to ask permission.

"Just a minute," my wife groaned. God, I hope she 
wasn't going to stop this. But I needn't have feared. 
My wife took the wet panties and held them to my face 
like a mask, forcing me to breathe the damp, heady 
fragrance of her friend deep in my lungs. I growled, 
starting to come to life, but Marjorie held me down 
with one hand and with the other she stuffed a bit of 
the panties into my mouth, silencing me.

I could taste Carol's salty fuck coating the panties 
in my mouth. Somehow Marj had managed to give me a 
taste of the juiciest part of the fabric, even in her 
haste. 

Then she gave Carol the go-ahead nod. With a quick 
flourish, the blonde tore my shorts open violently and 
stripped them forcefully down my legs until they were 
off. She stared down as my pulsing cock in wonder, 
watching it bouncing off my belly.

"Oh Marj, it's just as beautiful as you said. Damn, no 
wonder you fell in love with him."

She began to touch my dick lightly with both hands, 
running her fingers softly from the tip to the root 
and back again. One hand dipped and scooped up my 
balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.

Groaning deliriously into the panties, I thrust my 
hips into the air, trying desperately to rub harder 
against those soft hands.

"He won't last long watching you do that. It's too 
fucking hot," my wife said in a near shout. 

With a look of determination, Carol scooted up and 
threw her leg over me, straddling my penis. As if 
preparing for a tea party, she spread her dress out 
daintily, covering the lower half of both of us.

I could feel the heat from her center bearing down on 
me. I rotated my hips, rooting around blindly with the 
head of my cock, trying to find a spot to bury it. 
Carol felt my movements and moaned in frustration 
until she finally reached behind her and lifted my 
shaft, steering it unerringly to safe harbor.

She began to inch back maddeningly slow on to my 
turgid staff, her slick heat gradually swallowing me 
up. She grunted and cursed, working me into her tight 
fit. Not being able to see it happening, not being 
able to look at my cock sliding into her for the first 
time, was infuriating. At the same time, I was so 
aroused by what we were doing and so stimulated by the 
texture of Carol's pussy swallowing my cock, if I had 
actually seen what was happening I would have cum 
already.

Marj began to slap gently against the side of my face, 
pulling my hair and twisting my ears. At first I tried 
to brush her hands off, as though I were shooing away 
a mosquito. I couldn't realize what she was doing, why 
she was trying to distract me, until I realized she 
was trying to distract me. She could tell I was close 
to cumming even before we had really begun.

So I began to work with her efforts at distraction, 
arching my back and pressing my head deep into her 
lap. She seemed to understand what I wanted and began 
to adjust her legs until the back of my head was 
grinding into her crotch.

Feeling my wife move beneath my head gave me a new 
confidence that I would be able to last a little 
longer. Carol was slowing down. Having worked most of 
my shaft into her tight cunt, she was reveling in the 
feel of it. I shook my head, spitting out the panties 
in my mouth. 

I reached down and grabbed Carol's waist. She looked 
at me startled. Perhaps she had begun to think I would 
just lie still and take my fucking all night without 
moving. When I gave her a thrust of my hips, her mouth 
rounded in surprise. So I gave her another and then 
another. With that thrust I had fully penetrated her, 
her prominent pubic bone rubbing into me 
uncomfortably.

She sat up straighter, easing the pressure where we 
joined and pressing me just a little deeper into her. 
It felt so much better that I pushed her back with my 
fingertips, encouraging her to lean back further. Soon 
she had shifted her hands behind her so that she was 
leaning backwards toward my feet instead of forward 
toward my chest.

That bent my stiff cock at an almost painful angle 
away from my body. I arched my back again and used the 
tormenting position to drive back the urgency of my 
cum even further. I tried to thrust from this angle, 
but found that I couldn't. But that was OK. Carol was 
beginning to thrust as much as I could stand. I had 
primed her pump and she was ready for more.

My wife gasped as I threw the skirt of the dress back, 
revealing for the first time where Carol and I were 
joined. We could just see her puffy labia swallowing 
my cock over and over as she fucked back against me. 
Her clitoris was raw and erect, glistening with her 
juices.

I reached down and with both thumbs began to circle 
that clit, applying indirect pressure to the sensitive 
little nub. Carol groaned and began to press into me 
more frantically. I alternately ran each thumb down to 
where we joined, drawing more of her creamy froth 
forward for lubrication. 

As she leaned back even further, I had to rise up more 
or else my cock would have been torn out by the root. 
Thankfully my wife eased forward to support my back. I 
began to stimulate Carol's clitoris directly, driving 
her further into madness. Her small, braless tits were 
dancing in circles under the front of her dress. I had 
a strong desire to rip it off of her, but an even 
stronger desire to continue to massage her button.

Carol threw her head back in a howl as she flooded our 
crotches with hot cum. Her orgasm washed over her like 
a breaking wave and between the angle and the force of 
her contractions, it was excruciating for me. My cock 
felt like it was going to snap off and it took 
everything I had to continue to roll her throbbing 
clit between my thumbs.

I finally had to grab her by the front of her dress 
and pull her shaking body toward me to relieve the 
pressure on my penis. The movement and the change of 
angle caused even more aftershocks to jolt through her 
until she allowed me to almost drag her forward like a 
limp doll. Without her even realizing what was 
happening, I stripped the dress off of her loose, 
rubbery body.

God, she was beautiful. She was even thinner than I 
had imagined. Her breast we so small they could be 
completely covered over by my palm. The nipples were 
already beginning to lose their tightness, but the 
aureoles were still wrinkled to the consistency and 
the color of walnut hulls.

She was too limp to fuck like this, so I rolled us 
both over without withdrawing, cradling her head so 
that she wouldn't bump it. She lay flat beneath me, 
exhausted from thrusting herself so hard against me 
and exhausted from the intensity of her orgasm. I 
looked into her eyes and I could tell that even though 
she had no energy to go on at the moment, she didn't 
want me to quit.

I began to fuck into her with rough, violent thrusts. 
She became a mattress, soaking up my pounding, her 
eyes encouraging me for more. Her mouth began to move 
silently, her voice having failed her, begging me to 
fuck her harder. With every unspoken syllable, I 
pressed deeper, harder. The floor was my anvil and I 
was hammering out the imperfections of her cunt, 
ramming her pliable asscheeks deeper and deeper into 
the pile of the carpet.

My lunges became more erratic, more frantic, until my 
body seemed to move beyond my control. My spine curled 
as my cock sought the full depth of her, embedding 
itself, seeking the hot center of her existence. A 
surge of white heat flowed through it and burst like a 
huge balloon, spewing my cum inside Carol like a hose 
too forceful too control. The life was draining out of 
me filling her full again; imbuing her with all my 
remaining strength until in one agonizing climactic 
second, I felt like I died. 

I revived to the feel of my wife's hands stroking my 
back softly. As I raised myself up groggily off of 
Carol, I felt my wife's other hand cover my mouth and 
nose. I smelled the dark, musty odor of my wife's cunt 
and I knew that those fingers had just come from 
inside her. I opened my mouth wide and she slipped two 
fingers inside for me to lick clean.

Tasting the cum on her fingers even while my cock was 
softening in her best friend was enough to rouse me. 
While continuing to dutifully lick my wife's fingers 
and palm, I rose up off of Carol, looking into her 
shy, smiling eyes as I did so. My prick felt almost as 
good pulling out of her as it had going in and I 
grabbed the nearest clothing at hand, those precious 
powder-blue panties, to catch the flow of our mutual 
cum that began dripping out of her.

I sat back on my haunches, still too wobbly to stand 
up. Carol's legs were spread invitingly and her pussy 
was gapping open just a little. It was enough to see 
the bright pink softness inside her and enough for me 
to feel another stirring in my balls. 

I looked up questioningly at my wife, feeling my gaze 
going back and forth between her eyes and Carol's open 
cunt. As if reading my mind, my wife burst into a 
deep, satisfying laugh that let me know that 
everything was alright with our world.

"Yes, you greedy man. You can fuck her all night if 
you both want. Just don't fuck her to death or choke 
her on that big, fat cock of yours. I'll take care of 
dinner. You two have fun!"

God, I love my wife!