Keywords: M/F anal, oral
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Lucky Me

  Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
 This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are 
under 18- 21 in some localities  If you are underage you must leave 
now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the 
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange 
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this 
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral 
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. 
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be 
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

	Lucky Me- (LuckyMe.txt) - How bad can it be when some 
hot, movie-star looking woman wants to fuck your dick off? And if 
she wants to share you with another woman? It's all gravy, right? 
M/F, anal, oral

	"Oh all right- Come on."
	Uh-oh.
	"I can't put up with any more of your whining. You've been
moaning and crying, moaning and crying so long I can't take it anymore."
	Whoops.
	"Let me see it. I suppose you want me to suck on it some and
then poke it in me for awhile and then let it squirt in there like
you always did?"

	A clear case of being careful what you wish for. Abigail wasn't
supposed to go all soft. She was supposed to be properly irritated by
my whining, probably grumpy and just disgusted that I wouldn't shut
up. I wanted her to feel like I felt.
	And why? Because she's ugly? Think Mila Kunis. Think Mila Kunis
with tits like Angelina Joile at Mila's age. No, not ugly, at least
not on the outside.
	And not because she was lousy in bed either. Oh yes, I already
knew what she was offering. I'd been fucking her for months when she
decided to get all kinky.
	At first I couldn't believe my luck. I'm an average Joe, even
if my name's Rob. I've got all the features and appendages of an
average guy, including, since I know you're curious, an average dick.

	"Let me sit here," she said, giving me no chance to argue.
	"Please talk to me so I can get away from this goon that has 
been pestering me," she said and threw back her head to laugh.
	Like I was going to tell her she was rude and ask her to leave.
She looked like Mila Kunis with tits like Angelina Joile at Mila's age.
She was wearing a tank top and the bra underneath was discreetly 
staying out of my sight so I could look down the deep valley between
those tits and more importantly at much of the hills forming the
valley.
	She wasn't shy about my looking either. She seemed to like it.
	We exchanged names and I asked to buy her a drink. She asked
what I did and I said: about what? She said, about buying food and
strange women drinks. I confessed I was manager of a hardware store.
	"So let's go home now," she said shortly after she finished
her drink.
	Hey, screw you, lady, I thought. I'm the man and I'll tell you
when it's time to go home. Fortunately my mind hopped back to: screw
you and didn't go on. Screw you, lady seemed a better place to leave
the thought.
	It was one of those situations where you don't ask too many 
questions so they don't banish you from dreamland. Yeah, it seemed
too weird to be true, but I was content to be suspicious and alert and
not fuck it up until something bad happened.
	"Pretty big place for just you. You don't live with your mother 
or a roommate or anything do you?" she asked when she saw my place.
	"No. I just got lucky," I told her.
	I wasn't even irritated by the implication I lived with my
mother. I was feeling lucky and it wasn't true. It did strike me as
odd that she'd think I was so hot AND that I lived with mommy, but I
learned that was just her- irritating, except where it counted.
	"So... Rob. Hardware store manager. Nice place," she said with
measured pauses, "So now what do we do? ... How about fuck?"
	All my senses were tingling when she closed the distance between
us and pulled me into a carnivorous kiss. I felt so used. The danger
senses quieted to a hiss when I wasn't immediately shot, or stabbed,
or knocked unconscious. That let me answer the shocked senses that I
was being grabbed by grabbing her back and trying to even out this
tongue controlling me crap.
	I mean, come on, she was half a foot shorter than me and didn't
have the right to be the aggressor. I softened on that when she
pushed me away and started taking off clothes. It wasn't those big,
round swingers that changed my mind either. It was knowing that had I
been the aggressor, she'd still be waiting for me to find the right
moment to kiss her. With her in charge, we were getting naked and,
I hoped, into bed.
	Danger sense aside- it kept going off at the appropriate points,
but to no purpose- I tried to keep up with her while getting a good
look. Those tits were too big to fit on her, to nice effect, and when
she turned, looking for the bedroom, her ass was cute, very curvy and
firm. I may have softened my attitude, but I was hard where it counted.
	I pointed the way to the bedroom (with my hand, you dirty-minded
whatevers) and followed, not too close, to look at that ass some more.
	"A man with hopes. I like that," she said when she saw I had a
double bed.
	It wasn't hope; it was room to move around, but it was coming in
handy right now. She jumped into my bed with a half twist like a kid
playing gymnast and landed on her back- with all the accompanying 
disturbance in those big hooters. I watched until they had nearly
stopped moving and climbed in beside her.
	"You can grab, touch, feel, lick, suck, fondle," she said as
my hip touched the bed.
	Again- Okay, I probably needed the urging, but I wished she'd
let me show my timidity and not assume it. But again- big tits, hot
girl- how much was I going to argue?
	"Mmmmmm. That's nice. You have a nice touch," she soothed any
resentment as I moved my hands over every inch of skin on those big
globes, worshipfully.
	I wanted to kiss them. I wanted to rub my face in them. I wanted
to suck her nipples, and I did. I wanted to kiss her belly and then
put my mouth where my finger had discovered a naked slot that was
crying for attention. She stopped me before I got to all of that.
	"Aren't you ready to fuck me yet? I've been waiting," she said.
	This time, resentment? Not so much. I'm sure I would have enjoyed
eating her pussy, but climbing over her and putting my cock in her was
better.
	"Now do what all you boys do and don't mind me," she said.
	I was getting the hang of her teasing and, like with our kiss,
this time I was going to fight back. I started nice and slow, tip to
root. It wasn't to impress her. I liked the feeling of sliding all the
way in her and I was repeating it over and over. It also gave me a
chance to look at this beautiful woman and her big tits laying under
me. I didn't need to hurry when I was lucky enough to be fucking a
woman like that.
	I added some playing with those titties because, you know, it's
fun and all the boys do it. This pretty much led me into getting deep
and short with her, but it was still exploring mode and I hadn't
really even begun to fuck yet.
	I could think of a lot of motives when she began to move with me,
now even a couple more. I had passed some kind of slow-rider test- I
favored that given her attitude. I was making her so hot, she couldn't
help herself- attractive, but hard to believe. She was getting bored
and wanted it over- also a good guess, but I preferred to think I had
passed and not failed.
	The question wasn't haunting me. She was hot and moving with me.
Why was insignificant. So was its effect on my cumming. It was, like
the whole night, too good to be true. It was certainly too good to
lead to anything when it was all I could do to process how good it
felt to probe her moving pussy. It was too good to want to change
anything.
	That lasted a long time. Contrary to intuitive reasoning, I was
lasting longer with the hottest woman I'd ever fucked. That included
a pretty steep acceleration after five minutes or so. I was fucking 
her pretty good and she was swinging her hips, jerking her hips,
circling her hips and I was still pounding away.
	I know you don't want reasoning here, but fuck you. I think the
thing here was my mind had already shot off about four times- when she
wanted to go home with me- when she kissed me- when she stripped- and
when I put my cock in her. The mental component was exhausted and my
body had to go on without its help. Or I still couldn't believe it was
happening and I needed more proof.
	"Come already, won't you? It's starting to hurt!" she said.
	Okay- this time it got to me. I slammed into her trying to show
her what hurt really was. According to my model (above) that brought
spirit and body back together. Maybe it was time or maybe I finally
meant it. She was grinning at my attempt to batter her and her hips
were going right along as they had been.
	When I was cumming, I grinned back at her. I bumped her pretty
hard while I was shooting and then gave her a few when I was done.
She took it for a moment, then caught on and executed a move that slid
her out from under me and left me to fall on my face or roll on my
side. I opted for my side and she turned to look at me.
	"That was fun," she said. "If you let me stay, we can do it
again."
	It was fun. For all my bitching, it didn't fall that far from
perfect. In fact, whatever bitches I had were the only thing between
it and perfect. She was hot. Of course I wanted to fuck her again.
	And she could have got out of it. She got up to clean herself
and I was asleep before she got back. I don't know when she woke me
up, but it was dead dark and late. I would have slept to morning
without the interruption.
	"Now there's a good boy," she said as she guided me over her 
and between her legs.
	It was a great fuck without looking at her, but nothing like the
first time. She made up for the lack of visuals with a more vocal
appreciation of me fucking her, but it was your garden variety great
fuck (whatever that means) and not the defining moment of my life.
	It took maybe five minutes for the whole thing to be over. I felt
happy. It was great, and Abby curled up next to me when I rolled off,
pushing her firm butt firmly against my satisfied cock.
	She was there in the morning. Not only had it not been a dream,
she hadn't screamed when she saw what she had done and ran away. She
was laying next to me, looking at me when I woke up.
	"No," she said, sitting up, "We don't have time for one more. You
have to drive me to my car."
	She went into the other room to get her clothes. I got up for a
shower. She explained that she had left her clothes in the living room
so I wouldn't catch her dressing if she wanted to run out on me. She
said she'd hang them up in the bedroom next time.
	Her explanation was interesting, but her promise to return caught
my ear. I couldn't think of a reason why I wouldn't want her to, but,
contrarily, I couldn't think of any reason for her to, except to fuck.
	Turns out, fucking is a good reason.
	We were like an atypical married couple. I came home from work,
kicked off my shoes and relaxed. I might be thinking about something
to eat or I might be fixing it when she showed up. She'd wait until
we ate, or she took me out- sometimes I returned the favor- and then
we fucked.
	I moved the TV in the bedroom to give us something to watch
while we cuddled and then we'd fuck again. Usually something like
three times a night and something like five nights a week.
	Now three times a night and five times a week might be enough to
say atypical married couple, but I meant that we did the eat, cuddle,
fuck like marrieds but we didn't share. I didn't ask about her day and
she didn't ask about mine. She'd listen if I wanted to bitch, but she
never told me about her day. From what I hear from married guys, that's
a blessing.
	She was there to be good (beautiful, sexy, exciting) company and
to fuck. I was pretty much happy with everything about that.
	She didn't suck cock- at least for about a month, when she
finally gave me that 'it's such an imposition, but...' look and put her
mouth on it. She still didn't want it going off in her mouth. It was
for me- she made that obvious- and it was to make my cock hard so I
could fuck her.
	She wasn't bad at it. A little tentative and very teasing, but 
she gave me that loving feeling however she went at it. I supposed it
was because she was trying to revive me and didn't want to have me go
off accidentally.
	She did not take it in the ass. That was a rule she made clear.
I wasn't going to get some 'oh all right' look on this one. If I was
a very good boy, she didn't mind a finger when I was fucking her, but
even then she preferred rubbing the rim and the slightest penetration
to a finger all the way up her ass.
	Since the worst she ever was, was a great fuck, that stuff didn't
matter so much. I still felt lucky just getting to look at her naked.
	Oh- she was very strict about me going down on her too. Again
she preferred fingers, which she graciously said I used very well for
a man, and if I got my nose in her twat, she wanted to barely know I
was there. Light, light, light- little flicks and flips, no rough
stuff ever- even on her clit when she was about to cum.
	And she hardly ever did that- cum I mean. She didn't complain.
She got huffy when I tried to pursue the subject. If I was going to
stop fucking her because of that, good luck to me. I was trying to
be nice so I dropped what seemed to be a tender subject.
	When I did make her cum - almost exclusively after she had let me
feather-whip her pussy with my tongue before I fucked her- she was
pensive, along with shocked and confused. I didn't understand, but she
didn't want to go there, so I didn't.
	I was perfectly happy. It made no sense to me when she wanted to
'spice' up our love life. I was as much in awe of her as I had been
more than two months before when I fucked her the first time.
Admittedly I had never put on quite the show as that first time again,
but it wasn't making it any less good for me.
	She was convinced I wanted a threesome. All men want a threesome.
All men want to prove they're more than enough for two women. And they
all like to watch two women, when they've proved they're not.
	Okay, interesting, but I already knew, was ready to admit, that
I wasn't more than enough for her, let alone her and anyone else. It
didn't occur to me that the second woman could fill in any gaps I left
and she didn't mention it. She didn't say that she might like to have
a woman too, or I would have been more agreeable.
	No man wants to think his woman would rather have another woman,
but Abby was so great, I would have thought she deserved what she
wanted. I was ever so grateful to have her and had been even when it
was mixed with suspicion that it couldn't be true.
	Of course, that was dependent on her still fucking me, at least
twice a night when she showed up. I would have been willing to even
give up once a night to make her happy.
	As you may have sensed, with Abby there was little choice. She
decided I wanted a threesome and within a week she showed up with a
younger woman in tow. She looked like America Ferrera made up like
Ugly Betty, only Anglo and without the braces.
	I'm trying to be impartial here, because Amber, that was her
name, is a sweet girl. If I look at it objectively, Amber is much more
my type. Abby was way over my head. If I had never met Abby, I might
have had a giggling, shy courtship of Amber and counted myself lucky
if we fell in love. But I had met Abby and Amber was ugly by
comparison. 
	I hope the first time Amber sees or hears that word is reading
it here, because I will redeem it in time.
	Anyway, I tried to keep the look off my face and be polite. Abby
was much more open. We all knew what we were there for and she wanted
to get to it. I was kind of shocked the way she treated Amber like a
doll and started undressing her.
	I mean, I watched with interest, but I wondered why we weren't
all taking off our own clothes. I wondered if there was a clue in
Abby doing it in the living room. Maybe Amber knew the same trick and
this was the way to let her skip out if things didn't go well.
	Amber was unremarkable naked. I know she's heard that before so
I'm not worried. She looks like she's 30-30-32 at first glance- a
stick. She had itty-bitty titties with hardly a swell to tell the
top from the bottom. Her bottom, on the other hand, looked droopy.
	Now let me say that is an illusion caused by the way it hangs.
Where Abby swelled out and around, making round globes with edges
and highlights, shadows and ledges that looked like a dozen asses in
different light and from different angles, Amber had one ledge under
those cheeks, just as firm and bouncy but only one ass in any light.
	 I wasn't disappointed. She had a nice smile, and like I said,
she was more my type. Anyway, Abby was there and I would have no less
than I ever did and maybe there was some hidden talent in Amber.
	It turned out it was talent and more. Abby was happy to be there
with me, furnish me her beauty as a spur, but she was putting Amber
in the middle and in line with my dick. I guessed it was only right
to fuck the guest first and Abby was there with big tits to play
with and lick, so it was fine.
	Abby even got behind me and gave me the thrill of her guidance
as I sank into Amber. This was something I hadn't envisioned when I
thought of a threesome. Abby's tits on my back, hands crossed on my
chest and her naked pubes hinting how I should fuck Amber was a
wonderful way to get laid. Not to slight Amber's part.
	Amber's part was every bit as remarkable as she was unremarkable.
At the origin of that, I'm referring to her cunt itself. Where Abby
was smooth, warm and moist, a fine chute to slide in while I marveled
at the woman I was fucking, Amber felt smooshy and alive. It wasn't
so much tight as omnipresent. Every bit of my cock that went in her
felt it and it felt encouraging rather than demanding.
	I might have picked that word because Amber was encouraging
herself. She seemed very pleased to have my cock in her, compared to
anyone, let alone Abby's 'now prove something' attitude. She was
smiling and switching her hips from the moment I first got settled.
	Now I had a happy woman undulating under me and another pressed
erotically to my back undulating to get me to fuck her. I felt a little
hurried by Abby, but I gave in when Amber seemed to respond. Seemed
became howling and begging in short order and Amber had her legs
wrapped around Abby and me as she threw out her arms and began
tearing at the covers.
	I would have thought it the peak of bad acting and a sham of a
sham if I hadn't felt it too. There had been no evidence of such
vaginal control before and now she was quivering around my cock with 
the arrhythmic spasms that marked orgasm. Flush? Yup. She was cumming.
	And she wasn't shocked, pensive or confused. She was wide-eyed,
panting and in her glory. Her hands came up to grab someone and she
got me. She held tight. She wanted me to keep up. She wanted more.
	Abby wanted to punish her. That's how it felt. It felt like
Abby's full weight was on my back and she was trying to fuck Amber
through me- I mean slamming me out of the way, not using me as a
surrogate.
	Amber liked that too. She came again while Abby was pounding
me into her and soon after I collapsed under the weight and came in
Amber with Abby laying on me, still surging her hips.
	I liked the idea of the threesome better already. Without 
realizing, I had missed the kind of sharing, feedback, I got from Amber
in the purely personal ecstasy of fucking Abby. I'm not saying it
was better. Only that there was something nice about hearing Amber
beg me to fuck her. In truth, I usually came harder with Abby, pretty
much 95 percent of the time.
	I wasn't weighing ejaculate or calculating percentages at the
time. I was sandwiched between Abby and Amber and enjoying two women
rubbing their bodies on me. There was even something nice about Amber
being so flat. I could feel breasts against my chest, but they didn't
stop me from feeling her torso and belly all along my front as Abby
gave me great tit on my back and naked pubes against my butt.
	It seemed like they wanted to squeeze me for a long time before
Abby got off, I rolled off and Amber could breathe again. I saw Amber
looking at my cock. It looked like she was deciding if she could get
up because it looked like she wanted to give it a closer look.
	My loyalties had not changed. I'm giving Amber her due. If it
turned out she was a cocksucker, it was another point for her, but
she came in late in the fourth quarter and time was against her ever
catching up with Abby, who was almost as good a blow-job just to look
at.
	It didn't take long for Abby, who had been more of a coach than
a participant, to close in on Amber. I was right there so I had a close
up view of the way Abby attacked Amber's mouth. It didn't look like
Amber put up as much of a fight as I had.
	Abby began to stroke up and down Amber's torso, seeming to give
her breasts no more consideration than any other part. Amber reached
up for Abby. I was thinking how obvious it was men would like to watch
this. Men are visually stimulated- hence porn, and here was porn
without a problematic cock involved. Even without 'issues' about
looking at naked men, the cock is a null point and there was no null
point here.
	My next thought was how dominant Abby was. It did seem that Amber
would be the bottom coupled with anybody. Being honest, I also saw that
Abby would be the top in the same couplings. Even at her weakest and
my most triumphant, for instance, when I made her cum, I only felt I
had pulled level with Abby.
	I guessed it was the way it was supposed to be when Abby
interrupted their groping by rolling away from Amber and settling on 
her back. Amber wasn't looking at me anymore. She didn't give me a
glance as she went over to Abby and straight down between her legs.
	It should have been my first clue, but silly me, I was stuck on
how Abby fucked me 15 times a week and missed it.
	Though Abby praised me for my gentle, worshipful handing of her
tits, she was being rough on herself with Amber between her legs. I
can't swear, but it seemed Amber was being rougher down there than I
was allowed, too.
	Beyond all this deep thinking, which in reality was only
transient thought, I was seeing a good side of Amber's firm little butt
and Abby thrashing around, her face more beautiful in lust and those
tits more sexy as she mashed them, pulled them and made them take new
forms in her passion. It sprouted a new idea, since my cock was far
from sprouting anything yet.
	"That looked good for you," I said and Abby shot me a suspicious
look.
	There was no reason for it. Abby came hard and was no more
shocked, confused or pensive than Amber had been. She still looked at
me hard, waiting for more.
	"I was wishing I was in there helping," I explained. "Amber had
a free end and I thought we could all be enjoying ourselves."
	She kind of shrugged her shoulders, but it was hard to tell
because she and Amber were laying on either side of me on their sides
and each had a hand busy playing with my dick. I had managed to get
my arms around them and was tracing one of Abby's big tits, gently,
the way she liked, on one side. Trying not to slight Amber, I was
trying the same thing for her, but it was harder to reach or identify
her tit. When I did, I found another interesting thing. 
	Amber kept trying to move her nipple under my fingers. As I
remained clueless to her intent she finally whispered, "grab it" in
my ear. She shifted sharply, but with a happy grunt when I trapped the
bud between my fingers. I may have been a bit rough, but Amber was the
one that shifted to make me pull it.
	I was looking at them back and forth and down where they were
passing my cock back and forth and wondering why I had ever argued 
about a threesome. One time as I turned back to Amber, I found her
face close to mine and with a surge of courage she pushed her head at
me and kissed me. Okay, I had formed the opinion there was some pity
and mercy involved with Abby bringing Amber along so I felt like I was
doing a good thing kissing her back.
	Even though she had initiated the kiss, she was still passive,
more offering herself than acting and I took over for a while. When
she pulled away, it was to smile and then bend down to my groin. Abby
still held my cock and Amber swallowed it. I was at the point that 
had a great effect. As I got harder and harder, Abby stroked the
bottom of my cock and Amber sucked the top.
	I thought they were going to get me off right then. It felt
wonderful. It felt like I was going to cum in Amber's mouth any second.
When they stopped, I still felt like I was on the verge. Turns out I
was still only tenuously hard no matter how it felt.
	"Now should we all enjoy ourselves?" Abby asked.
	It turned out to be a good idea. They let me in the middle for
a while, or kind of. It was more like Abby and I were serviced by
Amber.
	Since Amber was already down there, Abby tried to make that a
full time job by throwing her leg over me and Amber's head and leaving
her to lick us both. I went along with that while Abby was kissing me.
It was nice and Amber put my cock in Abby's slit so she could work on
us both at once, which was great, but I was thinking about more equal
participation.
	I rolled Abby over, leaving Amber to crawl up to us and then
let Amber have Abby's mouth as I slid down to kiss her breasts. I
didn't consider it, but upon reflection it was right. Amber had Abby
and me work for her. I had Abby and Amber work for me and now Abby
was getting the double treatment.
	We were evening it up and then Abby wanted to kiss me again,
Amber slipped to her breasts and Amber kept her hands active on my
cock and between Abby's legs. I tried to stroke Amber's back to even
things up a little, but Abby was happy to lay back and enjoy.
	By now I was really at the point I had thought before. My cock 
was actually rigid and hungry for action. Amber had it in her hand,
so she knew and I guess it poked Abby so she knew. In any case, it
put them in motion.
	Abby shoved me away and settled flat on her back with her
knees up and her legs like wings on either side of the trapped Amber.
I could see what they were going for and it looked better close up.
	It felt a lot better with my dick in Amber than watching with
my cock limp on my thigh, too. Taking it from the rear was something
Abby didn't do, either, but I guess I forgot that because it was more
that we never got around to it than she forbid it. 
	So I had no comparison between the prominent roundness of Abby's
ass and Amber's smoother curve. I wasn't bitching. Amber's rear felt
just fine as I fucked her and her cunt was just as happy to see me
as it had been the first time. And even that was kind of a side show
to watching Abby pull on her tits and moan in passion as Amber ate her.
	Not to say it wasn't hot fucking a nice squishy twat while I
looked, but looking at Abby and even Amber down there eating her made
it hotter. Still, I couldn't make it in time to join Abby when Amber
made her cum. I tried manfully, seriously jamming my cock into Amber
as Abby arched and twisted in joy, but I wasn't ready.
	Even those big tits slopping toward Abby's face on the arc of her
body wasn't enough. It wasn't enough when she pushed up on her elbows
and they settled into the perfect round mounds that so turned me on,
either. It took her crossing her legs over Amber's head and trapping
her in her crotch to even get me started.
	Now Amber wasn't really struggling, but she was bucking and that
was close enough. Actually, I think the fact she was enjoying it made
it easier to pretend I was fucking a helpless captive while my evil
lover held her down for me. It was close to the truth in many ways,
except for the unwanted part.
	I anointed Amber again under Abby's conspiratorial and steady
gaze. I even felt like I was shooting into Abby through Amber's body
as our eyes were locked while I hunched and squirted my seed into the
rear in front of me.
	"Now, was that what you wanted?" Abby asked a moment later.
	"As long as everybody's happy, what else could we want?" I
asked her right back.
	Amber settled between us this time. I guessed it was her turn
again, but Abby left me little to do as she actually satisfied the
younger girl this time rather than demand to be serviced. If she did
it with her fingers, I guess Amber was no less pleased.
	I lent a hand here, a nibble there, but I'm not going to claim
any part in Amber's pleasure. I was doing what I could to help, but
Abby clearly didn't need any help. It's like I said about Abby being
the top in any group of two- or three, it seems.
	Perhaps the best part of a threesome- given that your lover
regularly drives you to heights you've never dreamed, as in my case-
is fooling around in the down-time. Usually it was the warm weight of
a breast against my side, in my hand, a squeeze of buttock, a tickle
dragged up my ribs, an ear nibble, and something else to distract us;
conversation (rare), or the TV (usual). With three naked bodies there
was giggling and tickling and touching, although, in hindsight, I see
that most of the tickling in my direction came from Amber and that
Abby accepted it from both directions and only returned it to Amber.
	There was another brief interlude where Abby and Amber went into
a clinch and seemed to be totally involved in their own world. It
wasn't for show, although it was fun to watch. It didn't even seem like
they were making each other cum, but here I'm guessing because it did
seem to have a start, a crescendo and then some heavy breathing.
	By the time they turned back to me, I was happy, spent and
getting drowsy. It was still obscenely early, but I had been putting
out a lot of energy trying to keep up with two of them. They did
nothing to disturb my state. It seemed like they were trying to lull me
to sleep by comfortably sandwiching me between their warm bodies and
and stroking me soothingly.
	The next thing I knew, a lizard was trying to tunnel into my
brain through my ear. It turned out to be Abby's tongue, but I lingered
in my confusion as she rolled me on my side. It wasn't the first time 
she wanted me fuck her while I was half asleep so I didn't try to 
rouse myself.
	I was first confused and then vaguely disturbed as Abby pushed me
forward and I sank into pussy. Confused because Abby was behind me- no
mistaking those tits, even asleep. Disturbed, because her pussy was
behind me and that left Amber as my destination. I'd fucked Amber
twice already. I hadn't fucked Abby once.
	The thought got vaguer as Amber squirmed back against me. It was
pussy. Happy to be in the happy valley, I stopped trying to think and
let the two women grind me back and forth between them. It was mostly
Abby anyway. She was the one cuddled tight to my back. Amber was bent
a bit away so my cock could slide deeper into her as we fucked on
our sides.
	Amber was totally inviting, even inciting as she moved her ass 
to eagerly take my cock. She seemed determined, more so than Abby, to
make sure I got as much cock in her as we could manage together. Abby
was more the facilitator, urging me warmly with all the pleasure her
body could give me as she squirmed against my back and stroked my
chest.
	This time cumming was like surrender. They pleasured me until I
could take no more. I felt it like a threat when Abby moved away from 
my back. Then it was as torturous as pleasure can be when Abby, for
the first time ever, pulled open my butt and licked my asshole.
	It wasn't like I had anything to say about it. My balls acted 
on their own and started chugging out the cum. Admittedly, I had been
cruising in a ready state for a while, and the shock of a tongue around
and then in my ass set me off. I think it was the in my ass part that
made it go on and on. It wasn't a big, explosive kind of deal, but it
seemed Abby's tongue in my ass kept me pumping as long as she stabbed
it in my ass.
	Poster child for the biggest bang ever, or not, it was draining
in every sense and possibly the biggest load I had ever shot all at
one time. I think I fell asleep with my dick still in Amber but all I
know is that I fell straight to sleep.
	Amber was still there, playing with my dick, in the morning and
Abby gave me a rare- in fact the only- morning fuck. It was just as
great as ever and I don't think Amber watching made it any better.
Maybe I was a little prouder of myself when I rolled off Abby, but that
was it.
	Things went back to a normal rhythm. Abby and I didn't even
discuss the threesome much. She might mention how brutal I was fucking
Amber from the rear, and I did make passing reference to the way
Amber sucked cock, but it wasn't some evaluation of the experience.
	Abby came over; we ate, we fucked, she went off. It was the
prostate-draining dream continuing. I laughed when employees told me
I needed a social life. They needed a social life. I was busy fucking
a centerfold three times a night.
	Abby brought up the threesome a couple of weeks later. It wasn't
for a discussion. It was just to say that it might be nice to try it
again. I no longer had any qualms. It had been fun, but the next time
I wanted to fuck Abby at least once in the middle of it.
	We never got to that. It wasn't necessary. Good old fertile me
had knocked up Amber the first night. I no longer needed clues. They
laid it out for me. In my defense, I never would have got it no matter
how many clues I picked up.
	Amber wanted to be pregnant. As her lover, Abby lacked the sperm
to accomplish that. As the best attraction, Abby was the recruiter.
Why she took three months to bring Amber in is puzzling, but you can
throw out that she wanted to enjoy me before letting Amber have me.
	I still think there was enjoyment, but it wasn't fucking me.
Abby dropped that as soon as Amber was incontrovertibly pregnant. I
think it was having the secret, playing the joke and plain dominating
me. There was something about the pill wearing off, but I think that
was to keep Amber quiet.
	Worse, or better, according to whose side you're on, Amber
expected me to marry her and provide a home for their child. I had no
illusion that I would be the daddy in this group. Abby clearly was
taking that post. Because she was moving in too- only no funny business
with me. Amber, it turns out, likes guys and liked me.
	As her sister - now tell me you aren't shocked. I almost dropped
a load in my pants when Abby said that - Abby wanted Amber to have 
what she wanted. As long as it didn't interfere with having her 
sister/lover when she wanted (my addition). And since they were siblings, it would seem natural for Abby to live with us.
	I took it better than you might think. Hurt, betrayed, made to
look like a fool: sure, but then there's the regrettable fact that
it was a fight I was sure to lose bucking Abby. However wimpy that
makes me look, besides being fact, I did have some solace.
	I'd fucked a confirmed lesbian some 150- 160 times and it had
never been less than great. We both knew that, and that made it better.
From the start, I'd thought Amber was more my type. And I believed
that it was my kid.
	Giving in was the right thing to do. Actually it turned out to
be better than just the right thing to do. I'm not abdicating my right
to feel used, or saying Amber is the love of my life. It was forced
on me and too quickly to keep me from being resentful. Still, I do
like Amber and she really likes me.
	And after the marriage, I had a threesome every night. It's just
that Amber is in the middle and no crossing the line. Amber is still
a good fuck and getting better as we get to know each other, but
there's no spark looking at Abby when I fuck her. Too much resentment,
and Abby covers up when her sister is with me. I can look at her when
she's with Amber, but I think that's to taunt me with what I'm never
going to have.
	So let's get to that. I'm never going to have Abby. And I was
never going to cum in her mouth- which Amber seems to like, and I was
never going to fuck her ass- which Amber agreed to try and took like
trooper, and I was certainly never going to wake up with my cock in
Abby's mouth- which is like clockwork with Amber.
	I'm not saying it worked out for the best because the best would
be Abby acting like Amber or Amber looking like Abby (sorry, honey, if
you're reading), but it's okay. Maybe a bit more than okay, because
Abby was always a little cold (and now I know why) and Amber really
does like me a lot and that's nice.
 
	Which brings us to the dizzying flash forward, back to the day
Abby said: "All right! Come on!" Amber was about to deliver, so you
can figure out how long I had been trying to irritate Abby.
	Only as soon as she said it, I wished she'd just stay irritated
and not give in. There was too much stuff going on to deal with 
fucking Abby again. But part of it was her calling my bluff and how
much more disdain she could regard me with if I backed out.
	I suppose it's complicated living with lesbian sisters when
you're a guy, even if one of them isn't pregnant with your baby. But I
didn't have time to worry about anyone else's problems. I thought 
about Amber first- because I do like her. I thought she'd understand.
She seemed to understand Abby fucking me for three months before- and
if that was on Abby and this would be on me, then I was sure I could
make it up to her. Making things up to Amber was as easy as showing 
her I did like her. I won't go into how sad that is here.
	Next I thought about Abby and tried to put her in a good light.
I mean, she did love her sister- in all senses. And maybe, just maybe,
she thought it would make it easier on Abby somehow if she drained
off some of my libido. Maybe she wasn't resentful every time she had
to duck around that big bulge with the baby she couldn't give her sister inside.
	And then I stood up and dropped my pants. The point here was that
Abby had given in and I wasn't going to let her get away. Whatever her
motive, better or worse, I was going to fuck her and she could be as
pleased or as angry as she wanted by that.
	"Suck now. Strip later," I told her as if I was in charge.
	My cock hadn't had much warning of my decision. When Abby said
to get it out, it had actually shrunk back in reaction to my shock.
It was, however, responding and standing out a little, if far from
jutting proudly.
	Abby didn't even make fun of me. Her glare was less than pleased,
but I think that had as much to do with her 'desire' to put a cock
in her mouth as the situation. She lifted it up and sucked and I was
relieved by how fast I was hard and ready.
	Abby made no bones. She was not going to show her offer was
false. She wasn't the least bit seductive about it either. She just
got out of her clothes as quickly as possible.
	Like I cared. Any way that wonderful body got naked for me to 
see was fine with me. I thought a little about old times as I looked
her over. And you know, none of the stuff she had done made one bit 
of difference in how good she looked.
	"Now I want to stick it in you and squirt," I said in her words
or a reasonable facsimile, as I looked around.
	We were at the table when she so surprisingly yielded. It seemed
so counter-productive to toddle off to bed and fake some kind of sex.
I wanted it quick, before something happened.
	"Just bend over. It can't make any difference to you," I said,
pointing at the table.
	She tossed her hair, but didn't argue. It made my cock even
harder. I was actually sacrificing the thrill of basking in her beauty
while I fucked her, but having her this new way, and more, it seeming
like she was following orders, more than made up for that.
	She was still great. She didn't move much, but she didn't have 
to. The eight month break hadn't changed anything except maybe let the
memories be refreshed as I took her smooth and deep like always before.
	It really didn't feel any different to take her from behind. 
The view was nicer than looking at Amber's butt, but the looks didn't
make the fucking better. Even fucking her when I knew how she really
felt about it didn't make it better.
	It was great. I came as hard as ever smacking against her ass and
I was holding her tits, perhaps rougher than I had dared before, while
I shot her full of cum.
	"Now are you going to drop a kid on us because of this?" I asked
her dismissively because I couldn't think of anything else to say.
	"Wouldn't you like that? Prove you're a man!" she said
argumentatively. "Not going to happen."
	I didn't ask for details. I was glad to know, however. I was
getting used to the idea of Amber having a kid. I didn't think Abby
having a kid would be anything near as nice. Abby was more the fuck
fantasy type than the motherly type.
	Not that I'm planning to keep fucking her. It was great in that
squirt and jerk hard sense, but its not the same when you can't even
pretend she's doing it because she wants to. Oh yeah, having her break
down and take it had some charm, but...
	Okay, I'm still confused about that part. But I like Amber. And
Amber really likes me. For all the amazement and mystification Abby
brings to the table, I can believe Amber more. She's my type and my
wife, even if I share her with a lesbian sister, and when I'm with
her she makes me glad I'm fucking her because it makes her so happy.
	Of course I wonder if it makes her as happy as Abby makes her
and I do have to share- and watch... You know, I guess I'm confused
about the whole thing. But at least I'm not lonely and I think I'm
going to be not lonely and confused for some time to come. I just
wonder what difference it will make if the kid is a boy or a girl.
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