We Three 5/? {Redman} {MFF Rom}
(c) October 2000

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We Three: Part 5


"Marjorie," her best friend Carol asked my wife shyly, 
"this floor is just a little uncomfortable. Would you 
mind if..." Her question trailed off as she timidly 
pointed towards our upstairs bedroom.

This provoked another lusty laugh from Marj, which was 
good, since the last one had come at my expense.

"Carol, I love you so much I'm letting you screw the 
most precious man in the world to me, do you really 
think I'd deny you a comfortable bed?"

Carol scrambled off the floor, which was a fun sight 
in itself since she hadn't a stitch of clothes on her 
beautiful form, and proceeded to hug my wonderfully 
generous wife. 

Suddenly it was my turn to laugh. Carol was completely 
unconscious of her nakedness and was innocently 
hugging her best friend who had just given her an 
early Christmas present. Marj couldn't decide whether 
to hug her back or shoo her away. To both their 
credits, the blonde's enthusiasm ended up overwhelming 
my wife's trepidation and the hug was returned by a 
sisterly embrace.

"Thank you, thankyouthankyou, Marj! You're the best," 
she squealed gleefully as she turned to scurry up the 
stairs.

I too hugged my wife, but there was nothing sisterly 
or even brotherly in my embrace. I tried to distill 
all the love and reassurance that was in me into one, 
all-too-brief squeeze. In that way that Marj has of 
expressing so much to me so briefly, her body and her 
face responded, telling me that she understood it all. 
Probably better than I ever would.

Even then, she clutched me for a moment, not letting 
me go.

"You be good to her. She hasn't had a good man in a 
long time, so be gentler next time. Not that she 
didn't seem to enjoy the pounding you just gave her."

"Don't worry, Mother! You taught me well. I'll make 
you proud."

"Well, you don't have to show her everything I taught 
you in one night, take it easy on her."

She released me and swatted my naked behind, sending 
me off to play with my new toy. I met Carol where she 
was waiting at the foot of the stairs and followed her 
luscious bottom as she pranced tantalizingly to the 
second floor. By the time we reached the top, I was 
almost ready to take a big bite of her luscious ass.

I stopped off at the bathroom and retrieved a couple 
of thirsty towels. From the look of things, we would 
need plenty of absorbency. I had expected to find 
Carol rolling in the sheets by then, but she waited 
for me demurely at the door to our bedroom, unwilling 
to enter alone.

Carol had been in our bedroom a hundred times before; 
with Marj, with us both and, more rarely, even alone 
with me on more sedate occasions. But the newness of 
this experience still affected us as we entered 
together. 

It felt odd, even for me. I had never thought of our 
bedroom as having some special, almost sacred 
significance before. Except for our morning 
encounters, Marj was more likely to tempt me for a 
frolic on the kitchen counter or across our big, 
comfortable sofa downstairs. There was even one large 
closet downstairs that gave me a hard-on every time I 
opened the door. For Marjorie McBride, the whole house 
was a bedroom.

Maybe it was the way that Carol reverently approached 
it or the way she luxuriated in rolling across the 
spread sensuously, but suddenly I was infected with a 
new perspective of what was here. Marj and I had 
shared so much love here, so many wonderful memories. 
Suddenly it felt right to treat that history with 
honor and respect.

But there was also a naked, willing woman rolling 
around our shrine as well. And the high priestess had 
left me particular orders to make sure this one left 
satisfied.

I had been glimpsing that beautiful prominent vulva 
all afternoon; it was time for a better look. 

I caught her in mid-roll on her back and lowered 
myself between her legs, quickly planting a long, 
solid kiss on the apex of her prominence. This brought 
a shiver that seemed to begin in her belly and ran to 
her toes.

The scent of her was heady, forcing me to shake my 
head to clear it. Her soft pubic hairs brushed my lips 
and cheeks, tickling me and reminding me of the buried 
treasure that lay beneath me. I sank my tongue into 
her like a spade, getting just the hard, bare surface 
with the first thrust, but turning over more and more 
fertile soil with every plunge. Soon, as I continued 
to dig more and more frantically, I hit the water 
table and moisture came bubbling up from underneath, 
filling every crevice I joyfully exposed.

Carol tried to squirm away, tried to escape the 
intense sensation of my excavations, but by now I had 
a death grip on her right leg with my left arm. As she 
squirmed, my spade struck the sensitive soil of her 
clitoris and she shuttered. While the vibrations ran 
through her, I slid two fingers in a downward thrust 
between her quivering labia.

It must have been a long time since Carol had 
experienced such sensations. She was thrashing around 
so violently that I was chastened by the all-too-
recent memory of my wife admonishing me to be gentle 
with her. So, I let her calm down to a less fevered 
pitch by gently sliding my thick fingers in and out of 
her wet cunt, acclimating her to the feelings before 
beginning a more gentle assault of her clit.

When the vibrations of her body had settled to a more 
steady, less frantic beat, I began to make love to 
Carol's vulva with my lips and tongue and fingers. I 
licked around her sensitive nub for a long moment and 
not directly on it. I paced the stroke of my fingers, 
gently them downward to stimulate that portion of her 
vagina closest to her anus.

Carol's ascent toward orgasm was more gentle now, more 
controlled. The intensity though, was building just as 
high as before. It became harder and harder to check 
her sudden responses. She would shift her hips and a 
new portion of her vagina would be stroked and 
stimulated by my fingers and the shivers would begin 
again. She would squirm and my tongue would strike her 
clitoris from a newer, less predictable angle, and she 
would quake.

Eventually she began humping against my mouth and all 
pretenses to control were set aside. From here, it was 
just a struggle to keep up with the thrusting of her 
active pelvis and to allow her to set the pace and the 
forcefulness of each caress of my probing fingers and 
straining tongue.

I began to doubt my wife's admonitions toward 
gentleness until, at the top of a particularly viscous 
push that brought my nose against her pubis; Carol's 
body tightened up in rigor. Being an avid student of 
my wife, I realized that this was only the deadly 
quiet before the eruption. Still, I couldn't have fled 
quickly enough, nor was I inclined. This close to the 
volcano, there is in no sense in running from the 
lava. 

When I felt her legs began to wrap around my head I 
knew to take a big breath and dive, dive, dive. 
Carol's firm athletic thighs began to squeeze the 
sides of my cranium and the only relief was found even 
deeper between them. 

But, I can only hold my breath for so long, being 
human, and Carol stretched the limits of my endurance. 
I couldn't breath through my nose; in fact she seemed 
to have a particular penchant for my nose, even though 
it's not a large one. But, by leveraging my back with 
my strong legs, I was able to push upward just enough 
to clear my mouth and take a much needed gasp of air. 
This procedure though, ended up pressing my nose even 
deeper into Carol's convulsing cunt, thus prolonging 
my release.

But even Carol's athleticism couldn't sustain the 
intensity of absolute tension forever. She began to 
slowly release it, as though afraid that if she 
relaxed all at once she might implode.

Usually after something so intense, Marjorie just 
wants to be left alone to revel in it for a time. But 
I had hardly mopped up my face with one of the towels 
before Carol was reaching out to me, inviting me cover 
her with my body. She was so lovely, spread out like 
some willing virgin sacrifice, that I don't think any 
man could have resisted such an invitation. Let alone 
some horny rutter like myself.

When I crawled up onto my newest mountain of delight, 
I discovered to my amazement that Carol was a kisser.

Kissing was something that never seemed to interest 
Marjorie, much as I have tried to entice her toward 
it. She would kiss me briefly any time I wanted, but 
my wonderful wife never prolonged our kisses or 
dawdled over them like I wanted.

I had become addicted to kissing by a beautiful girl 
that sat in front of me in history class my junior 
year. She was half-Spanish and half-Irish and all of 
her was gorgeous. Unfortunately her family were 
serious Catholics, as I suppose she was herself, 
though we rarely discussed religion.  Despite all my 
vigorous - if immature - efforts, we hardly got beyond 
the kissing stage.

But God, what a kisser Gina was! For hours we would 
sit in her front parlor and kiss. She had large, 
luscious lips and soft, satiny raven hair and I would 
have kissed her forever if she hadn't have run me off 
every night. Even her mother must have known that this 
girl needed to be kissed because as long as I was very 
careful with my hands they let us sit for hours, 
plunging my tongue within Gina's delicate mouth, 
exploring the wonders of her teeth and lips.

Looking back on it, I don't know how I contained my 
sexual frustrations at the time. I suppose it was 
because we were both virgins, surprised by this new 
wonder of our sexuality, equally thrilled and afraid. 
But one night after a movie, I hounded her until we 
went parking on a dead-end street near her house. We 
kissed for a while and then she let me massage her 
small, tender breasts. When I pulled her shirt and bra 
up and kissed her nipple in the darkness, I literally 
came in my pants, embarrassing us both.

It was the last time I dated Gina, but I was left with 
the satisfaction of knowing it was not because she was 
repulsed by my desires, but that she shared them. If 
we had stayed together, we would have ended up on that 
dead-end street every night. Gina saved us both the 
only way she knew how at the time; she broke up with 
me.

So I have ever since loved to kiss a woman deeply and 
tenderly. Now Carol had drawn my mouth to hers without 
the slightest hint that she ever wanted to stop. 

For just a moment, I closed my eyes and I was kissing 
Gina again, feeling her naked little breasts pressing 
against me. When I opened them, I was kissing Carol. 
The past and the present seemed to run together in a 
moment of overwhelming tenderness.

After a minute of solid kissing, there was only one 
part of me that was not weak and pliable, but that one 
part contained all my strength and firmness.

Without breaking the kiss, Carol reached beneath us 
and tried to line my aching, stiff cock up for entry. 
Despite my fumbling attempts to assist her, she even 
succeeded. I didn't so much plunge into her as I fell 
headlong into her tight softness. She enveloped me 
gradually; but at the same time, the suddenness of 
each centimeter being absorbed brought a new ecstasy 
to my overloaded nervous system. Through our coupled 
mouths, I sucked the air out of her lungs with the 
surprise of my penetration.

God, Carol was a great, sweet fuck! If I had had any 
inkling what a sweet fuck she was, I would have tried 
to bed her years ago! She had seemed so cool and 
distant toward me at times. She had never been as 
playful and responsive as Marj. Sometimes she seemed 
to want to avoid me altogether. When we weren't 
competing with one another, Carol rarely expressed any 
interest in me at all.

But not any more! Carol's athletic hips were churning 
and her active, sweet tongue was probing my mouth as 
if to return my penetration, stroke for stroke. For my 
own part, it was all I could do to stay mounted as I 
reveled in her kisses and as my own hips danced beyond 
my control. It was as though I balanced, rocking back 
between two fulcrums, our thrusting pelvises and our 
eager mouths. The only contact between those two 
points was the occasional, light brush of Carol's 
nipples across my chest.

Because of our previous orgasms, there was no urgency 
to our fucking. There was only the immeasurable 
passage of time as we celebrated one another. 
Eventually our hips settled into a steady grind, like 
two rocks wearing each other away over eons of 
geologic time. We were mostly fucking each other's 
mouths with our tongues, alternating by some silent 
and impenetrable code, whose tongue would probe, whose 
mouth receive. I explored her gums and the underside 
of her tongue with one thrust; she explored the back 
of my front teeth and the roof of my mouth with 
another.

I thought I heard Marjorie enter and leave the room at 
least twice, but it may have been a million times for 
all I knew. Perhaps years went by, the two of us lost 
in our gentle fuck as the world went on without us.

Eventually though, even rocks wear away. In some 
mutual decision of our entwined limbic system, our 
bodies began to work against each other to release the 
tension that had developed over the span of decades. 
Like a great fault line lying deep in the earth, the 
forces within us imperceptibly grew and grew until 
some unknown trigger brought all that power to the 
surface.

When I first realized how tight my hips were and how 
full my balls felt, I thought I was going to feel a 
tremendous explosion of release. But Carol finally 
broke our kiss, panting and releasing her orgasm in 
gentle, shocking convulsions that washed over her time 
and again. With each convulsion I tenderly plumbed her 
depths until my body could stand it no more. My own 
cum ran through me, not with a violent force, but with 
a delicate smoothness that match her own and took my 
breath away just as much.

It was as different from our first time as anything 
could be, but it was even more satisfying.

Carol and I both heard a sniffling at the same time 
and looked toward it at the same moment. Marjorie was 
lying back, partially reclined in her favorite chair, 
the yellow sundress pulled up to her waist. She was 
cupping her genitalia in her hands in such a way that 
anyone who didn't know her might think she was 
covering her embarrassment. But I knew she often liked 
to do that just after she had cum.

She was crying, with obvious tears streaming down her 
face, but when she saw my concern, she quickly 
reassured me.

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," 
she said, smiling through her tears.

Carol and I looked at each other, acknowledging the 
undeniable change we saw in each other's eyes, and 
couldn't help but agree with her.