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Je ne regrette rien

     The first time we spoke, I was at my desk. The first
time I saw her, she was on the beach. The first time we met,
it was at the airport when she and her cousin came to pick
me up. Funny how things change over time, people change,
become more and more real as we walk through our lives,
letting them in – some slowly, others much more quickly.

     She struck like lightning, and I remember ever moment
of it – it felt like it was over in a heartbeat, but so
struck, a heartbeat last a lifetime and it’s still not
enough. I was told she made everything disappear, even time.
I couldn’t agree more. I had felt like I had lost two days –
they had just disappeared out from under me. I said I wanted
them back, so I could spend them talking to her again, but
that wasn’t quite right. I didn’t want reverse time and play
it again; I wanted every hour, every minute, every single
moment I had spent with her to last forever. What began as a
virtual introduction, became a world as real as the physical
reaction my body was encountering.

     And those were just the first two days. She struck like
lightning, and the charge is still rushing through me.

     I could tell you her life story. She told me I could.
It would turn you on, and get you off, and you would
continue reading it. You would read it over and over again,
enjoying every last detail, drinking in every bit of it.
But, I’m not going to tell you about that part of her life –
that’s not what this story is about. Besides, Kalli and I
like being two of the very few people who know. Quite
honestly, she is the only one who can tell it with the flare
of excitement, the depth of involvement and the wisp of lust
that helps make her and her life so incredibly unique. But
it was her life. She regrets nothings, not one bit of it,
and if it hadn’t happened that way, we probably would never
have met, so part of me is quite glad things went as they
did. Another part of me found it very exciting, enticing,
dark and forbidding. Parts of me just wanted to hold her as
she spoke, let her voice become a whisper in my ear as she
buried her head in my neck.

    Her name is Tristen – Trissy, Kalli calls her from time
to time, or Tris. I smiled the first time she did; I had
never thought of her through the cute little nickname. To me
she was Tristen, a rare and beautiful name for a girl. I had
used that name once in a novel I was writing, but used it
for the main male character. Even if that novel gets
finished and published and makes it big, the character’s
name had changed long ago before a real Tristen entered my
life. Even her name has a story to be shared. I was quickly
realizing, nothing about Tristen was only skin deep.

     Tristen is beautiful. Five foot four and a half inches
(the half is very important!), blonde hair that she called
shaggy, though I would have described as straight with a bit
of extra volume from humid air and sea breezes, but then
again, I see the world through the eyes of a writer, not the
eyes of someone with shaggy hair. What do I know about such
things? Her hair looks as though it might grow with more of
a sandy shade, but her time on the beach has bleached in
much more golden. She looks great in a black two-piece
bathing suit, too – just the right skin color and body shape
to pull it off. She looks better out of it – C-cup breast
with nipples just big enough to squeeze between your thumb
and index finger and pull, as she once described them to me.
Shaved, for those of you who like to know such things,
shaved bare and smooth, the flesh between her legs as soft
as a ripe peach.

     To dwell on when I met her first more than I have, or
when I first saw her, would take too long and not be of much
interest. The conversations we had, well, those may be of
great interest, but I will refrain from sharing those. Even
those conversations are worthy of a story to be written and
read with guaranteed sexually intoxicating results.

     What I will share, though, is the first time our eyes
met, our bodies touched and what happened after. This was
not a chance meeting, nor was there any confusion at all as
to why I was there. It was all very well planned out – one
aspect was anyway – and that had made my flight rather
restless. I couldn’t sleep on the plane, I was too excited
about meeting her. I couldn’t sit comfortably, I was too
excited about what we had planned. Tristen and her cousin
Kalli would be there to pick me up at the airport, and the
touch of the planes wheels on the landing strip sent a
shiver of anticipation and anxiousness through my entire
body.  So close, and every second was agony.

     It was her voice shouting my name that made me realize
I was now standing in the terminal - the first time I had
heard her voice, in truth, but mine is not a name that is
easily confused for someone else’s, even in a busy airport,
and the excitement in that voice mirrored my own so
perfectly, there could be no mistake, it was her. When I
heard her voice, all the discomfort from my flight and all
my nervousness just disappeared, just as Kalli had described
it would. Time didn’t work the way it should: it seemed like
she was floating across the room toward me in slow motion,
and yet in a flash she was leaping at me, her arms
stretching around my neck as I dropped my carry-on duffle in
order to catch her properly and hug her.

     Kalli was in much less of a rush to meet me, but she
was all grins and giggles when she did, and I hugged her
too, as best I could with Tristen still clinging to my neck
and with one arm still around her waist to hold her there. I
practically carried her to the luggage pickup – no, no
practically about it, I did carry her there as I chatted
casually with Kalli, who had graciously picked up my duffle
bag. I’m not complaining at all. Tristen was light enough I
could have held her like that for hours. I even pulled my
suitcase off the conveyer belt with my one free hand as
Tristen continued clinging to me, her face snug in my neck
as she whispered her disbelief that I was actually there.
She reluctantly released me as we started out to the short-
term parking lot.

     While I had little doubt as to how my week long
vacation was going to be, I assumed the ride back to
Tristen’s apartment would be innocent enough. It proved to
be anything but innocent. After putting my luggage into
Kalli’s trunk, I slid into the backseat, figuring Tristen
would ride upfront with her cousin. Instead she slid in the
backseat with me, slid across the leather interior, and
pretty much tackled me like she had in the airport, only
this time with her lips on mine. I didn’t hesitate a moment,
reaching my arms around her and squeezing her into me with a
crushing bear-hug as I kissed her right back, finally
fulfilling a dream that rushed through my head every night
as I climbed into my bed. Her hand slipped down from my
neck, right to my crotch to grab the swelling cock hidden in
my jeans – which is how most of the fantasies I had each
night before going to bed started as well. She was smiling,
I could feel it on her lips as we kissed. Kalli was already
pulling out of the parking spot.

     "Mmmm, someone’s ready," she purred, like a kitten,
licking her lips. She looked hungry.

      "You mean someone’s cock is hard," I fired back – I
knew I was as hungry, and I knew what I was hungry for.

     We could play coy with each other. We had played the
coy game a few times. But, coy had blown out of Kalli's
right rear window like a loose piece of paper. Rampant
sexual desperation was the sole mood of the two occupants in
Kalli's backseat.

     "This someone wants to fuck you." she said in an almost
ghostly rasp. Followed by a breath filled with desire and a
taunting, "Do you want to fuck me?"

     "Take your cloths off." I let that be my answer, and I
knew it was a good one.

      In a moment, I saw she had prepared for this
encounter: she hadn’t worn any underwear. I wondered briefly
if her plan had been to just hike up her denim skirt and
fuck me in the back seat; but, I knew she would like being
naked even more. She had her pullover blouse and denim skirt
off in no time.

     The attendant at the parking lot gate had a very
startled look on his face as he saw nude blond in the back
seat ripping off my shirt and fighting with my belt buckle.
I think Kalli took a little extra time finding exact change
in quarters and dimes to cover the parking fee – she was
always looking out for us, that one.

     We had a little bit harder time getting my jeans off
then anything else, but we weren’t about to let that stop
us, and by the time we hit the interstate outside the
airport, we were both sans cloths and Tristen’s lips were
wrapped around my dick, sucking lightly and flicking her
well-practiced tongue across the head of my cock.

      I caught Kalli’s eyes in the rear view mirror, and she
grinned as ours gazes lingered for a second. She was having
difficulty paying attention to the road, and I’m sure
everyone who got a glimpse of us fucking around in the back
seat had a similar problem. With all those people driving
like mad men on the interstate and not one of them paying
attention to the road, I’m surprised we didn’t get in a
collision. If we had, well, at least I would have died
having held Tristen for a time, and what a way to go!

     I didn’t let her suck me for long. It took some work,
but I got her kneeling on the back seat, facing the rear
window – I’m sure the driver behind us had a lovely shot of
her face contorted with pleasure and her naked tits bouncing
in rhythm with the car. I spread her ass cheeks with my
fingers, prying them slowly apart to reveal that glorious
brown hole, the crinkled treasure I had see in photos and
dreamt of tasting. I buried my face into her round,
delicious globes and made her scream with pleasure as I
tongued her asshole.

      She didn’t let me lick her for long. Just enough to
wet her asshole and leave her desiring more. Just enough to
wet my appetite and leave me needing more. She pulled me
back into the seat, turned herself around so she was facing
forward and lowered her pretty ass, expertly impaling her
shitter over my cock. We both groaned, a mix of pleasure,
desire, and release of long pent-up wanting. Kalli’s eyes
snapped up to the rear-view at the noise, and she watched as
Tristen settled down into my lap.

      Her butt hit my thighs and she sat there a bit,
resting her weight back into my chest and wiggling just a
little as she pulsed her anus on my shaft. My hands were all
over her, touching any skin I could reach, running my
fingers up and down her thighs and waist, getting acquainted
with the flesh I had dreamed about touching for so long. I
even tested the size of her nipples; she moaned with lust as
I pitched them between my finger and thumb and gave them a
pull. Kalli’s voice was right in there with Tristen's. I
wish I had a better view of her, then I could have confirmed
my suspicion that she was driving the car one-handed, her
other hand down between her legs.

     Tristen took control of our first fuck, which didn’t
bother me in the least. I wasn’t in much of a position to do
more than just pump my hips a bit in time with her as she
rose her body up and slid her ass back down on my cock. At
least I could reach her cunt and play with her clit while
she fucked me. She was wet, so wet as I ran my fingers along
cunt lips. I licked my fingers, tasting her juicing – her
flavor was a sweetness unlike anything I had ever
experienced.

     Kalli made mention at some point during this that cars
were pacing us, people watching this stunning naked girl
fucking some guy in the back seat. I’m not sure when she
said it – time dissolves around Tristen. I didn't know if we
had been an hour on the interstate, or possibly only ten
minutes. What I did know was that I came, spurting load upon
load of cum up into Tristen's hot slippery bowels, one hand
squeezing her tit while the other played with her clit,
barely even able to breath. Kalli had stopped at a red light
in a rather busy intersection. I know this because I was
just finishing my orgasm and the world was returning to my
awareness just as the car started forward at the change of
the light and all the other cars surged around us.

     Tristen came shortly after me, bouncing harder and
harder on my still solid cock until she screamed out in
pleasure and flopped back against me. Her head rested on my
shoulder, a satisfied smile on her lips as she looked up
into my face. We didn’t move the rest of the trip; we stayed
silent and still, my arms around her, holding her close and
her back pressed into my chest, my dick snug firm in the
grip of her ass. Kalli stole glances at us in the mirror.
She was all smiles and winks.

      It wasn’t until we pulled up to Kalli’s house that
Tristen disengaged herself from me. As soon as my cock
popped out of her butt, I had never made it to soft during
the ride either: at about half way down, apparently my dick
got turned on again and went right back up, Tristen’s hand
slid under her bottom, catching the spunk leaking from her
stretched anus. It was a decent sized pool, I must say, and
when the flow seemed to end, she brought her palm up to her
mouth and lapped the brown tinted cum up in several slow
licks, purring out in hunger and pleasure with every taste,
her eyes gazed into mine with a wild almost animal-like
presence.

      "Ummm yummy", she cooed when her little treat was
done.

     "What tastes better? My cum or you ass?"

     She licked her lips as though trying to re-evaluate the
flavor. And with the voice of someone commenting on the
taste of a fine wine, she answered "both together; my shit
has never tasted better!"

     She got out of the car, never bothering to put her
cloths on. In fact, she moved with deliberate slowness to
lean back in and round up our discarded articles. I got out
then, not at all embarrassed to be on the street in front of
Kalli’s house without a stitch on. I went around to the back
to grab my luggage, grinning pleasantly at Kalli as she
giggled at our nakedness. I followed them around the house,
towards the back where the garage was; Tristen lived in an
apartment above the garage, away from the house. Quiet and
private, it was the perfect place for the three of us to be
sharing some time together.

     Kalli let us in, and before I could even set my stuff
down, she spun around and grabbed my cock. "You two have got
me so fucking horny right now," finding my cock still
showing definite signs of arousal. "Oh Yesss" she gasped
"I’m glad you are still ready for more."

      I had a feeling I was going to be more than ready
throughout my entire vacation – at least, up until I fucked
myself to erectile dysfunction. I was definitely looking
forward to the pleasures that could potentially leave me in
such a state.

      Tristen came up beside me, stepping out to walk around
after I had pulled up short. She hadn’t noticed my reason
for stopping, that her cousin’s hand was on my cock. She
also came to dead stop standing next to me as Kalli’s hand
reached between her legs. I had been watching Tristen when
it happened, I saw the sudden shock as she felt a hand on
her cunt, and I watched the shock fade into delight a moment
later.

     "I had no doubt you would be", Kalli commented
offhandedly to Tristen.

     Kalli was pumping lightly on my dick now and I had no
doubt she was giving Tristen’s pussy a similar treatment.
Tristen tossed our cloths to one side and stepped up to her
cousin, locking her lips to Kalli’s in a kiss of love and
passion. This was not their first kiss, I knew that. It
wasn’t the kiss of porn-lesbians or drunken college chicks
at a party – this was a lover’s kiss, and was one of the
hottest kisses I have ever witnessed.

     Kalli’s cloths disappeared during my whirlwind tour –
bathroom there, bedroom here, and oomph! there’s the bed. I
think that highlighted all the really important places
anyway. I’d be hungry for food at some point, but there were
much more pressing matters at hand, namely Kalli, who wanted
to get off, and rightly so.

     Tristen and I attacked her like pair of hungry lions.
Knowing we had been the main cause of her physical desire,
we felt it only right that we should both focus on her. No
words were needed to be spoken. It was something we just
knew. Four hands stroked Kalli's body, two lips kissed her
skin, working up and down, enticing the heat from her body
with our every caress. Her hands were wild, jumping around,
trying to touch our hands and faces and heads as we moved
along, working her into as much of a frenzy as we could.

     At last, Kalli begged, her voice a mere wisp amongst
the kisses and signs. . .

      "Please. . . Please . . ."

     She couldn’t find the words to say anything else.

     I spread her legs, revealing her treasure to both
Tristen and myself. I think Tristen had thought I would be
the one that would take the lead. She might have thought I
was going to now fuck her cousin, but I looked up at her,
stared deeply into her eyes, and gave a little nod to the
open honey pot before us. With a simple return nod, Tristen
moved slowly and deliberately, obviously knowing what this
incredible teasing was doing to me. She lowered her body
down and sank her face into Kalli’s twat.

     Kalli went wild, and my hands continued to work her
body, my mouth engulfing her nipples for bites and soft
kisses, but my eyes never left Tristen. It was a beautiful
site, seeing her gorgeous face deep down in those yummy
legs. There wasn’t anything else in the world other than the
three of us, and this was a trinity I would find myself
experiencing more and more as I was with them.

    This was not their first threesome; I had known that
from the first day. It was not mine either and they knew
that. But there was something, just something about this
moment in time, a power or an electricity – just something
that made it so amazing. At the risk of making her sound
more than human, and thereby making this story less
believable, I still think it was Tristen. It’s like
everything she does, everything she is, everything she
touches is just charged with a sexual energy. And at that
moment the energy was flowing through the three of us like a
neverending cycle of lust and desire.

     Kalli was cumming like mad, completely saturated in
sweat. Her body would stiffen up, followed by small jerks,
almost convulsive at times. As her climax began to recede,
her body relaxed into what could only be described as a
puddle of soft, wet, satisfied flesh. Both Tristen and I
dropped softly onto each side of Kalli, breathing in her
orgasmic fragrances and allowing the moments of Kalli's post
climactic exhaustion to pass through each of us. Three
bodies, three minds, one existence.

     Almost as magically as the shared feelings of Kalli's
orgasm, we each begin to touch one another, seeking out the
next body to prey upon. It was Tristen’s turn, and Kalli and
I became the hunters. We took turns on her, one of us diving
down to feast on her hot, wet snatch while the other prowled
her body, biting, licking, scratching – anything to make her
moan. Sometimes, when transitioning, while one of us had
lips coated in Tristen’s flavor, we would kiss, in passing,
for Tristen’s pleasure, making sure to indulge in tasting
those juices on lips and tongue. There is no way to
accurately describe what happens when Tristen cums. You are
drawn completely in. You can feel what she is feeling. I
felt for the first of many times during that vacation pure
unabridged sexual frenzy.

     And when Tristen was finished shuddering from her
intense climax, the girls declared it my turn and pushed me
on my back. Both of them laid at my legs, their faces at my
cock as they kissed and licked up and down my shaft. I keep
my cock and balls shaved and the rest of my hair down there
trimmed – I mention this only because both of them kept
saying how much they liked it. They both preferred licking
and sucking shorn skin it seemed, and they did so with great
lust. Tristen sucked my cock into her mouth first, and Kalli
contented herself by sucking on my sack, and then they
switched, over and over, the obvious differences between
their mouths and tongues driving me wild with every
transition. They were going slowly, taking their time,
prolonging my pleasure and firing my lust. I came at last in
Tristen’s mouth; she had insisted she take it, and Kalli had
obliged, switching just moments before hand. They are a
team. To say their natural abilities compliment one another
would be an understatement. Again, the most accurate
description is they become as one and I was sucked into this
unity as my climax erupted into Tristen's smooth, hot mouth.

      She didn’t swallow right away. They played with it,
kissing it back and forth with many sucking and yummy
sounds. They would open their mouths and the other would let
a long string of cum and spit slowly slither down from her
own lips into the waiting orifice. They played like porn
starlets, but with greater lust and more comfort and love
between them. It was hypnotic.

     I don’t even know which of them swallowed it – they may
have split it between them. But when their game was done,
they joined me, one to each side, and we laid there on the
bed a while.

     "I think we tired him out," Kalli said rather matter-of-
factly.

     Tristen, on the other hand, sounded disappointed.
"Yeah, seems so."
 
     I felt the need to defend myself. A few years older
than Kalli, who is a couple older then Tristen, but I’m
still a young buck, and with two lovely ladies as these,
this was not my best showing.

      "Just on a 4 hour flight after sitting in the airport
for two hours. Travel wears me out."

     They both laughed at me, but I didn’t mind. It was
jovial, not judgmental. Tristen snuggled in closer, hugging
me.

     "Then take a nap. We want you rested up for tonight."

     I nodded, and then nodded off. They were both with me
when I fell asleep, but I don’t know if they stayed after I
was out.

*         *         *         *

     I found myself in bed alone when I woke up maybe a
couple hours later.  The girls were in the living room
chatting and giggling. Choosing to remain naked when I
joined them, thinking they might get a good laugh out of me
walking out in all my glory, dick swinging with each step I
took.   Instead I found they were still naked as well, so I
fit right in.

     “Well, I see someone’s up,” Kalli said, but her eyes
were darting between my face and my cock, so I wasn’t sure
which one of us she was referring too – maybe both.

     “Hungry?” Tristen asked as she scooched over on the
couch closer to her cousin to make room for me to sit.

     “What did you have in mind?” I asked, making it obvious
that my mind wasn’t on food.

     She laughed.  “We ordered Chinese for dinner.”

     “Ah,” I said, feeling a little  . . . well, put down
isn’t the right word, but it’s the only thing that comes to
mind.  But in a light joking way.  It was a playful
suggestion on my part anyway, and I felt no great sorrow
over her words – in not now, later for sure.  So, since we
seemed in the playful banter mood, I said, “What did you get
me?  The poo-poo platter?”  Bad joke, I know, but one I used
on Tristen before.  It got that ‘What a dumb joke’ laugh
that I expected.

     “No, silly!  That’s dessert!”  She kissed me then, and
her body slid a little more onto mine.  Her fingers were
dancing across my swollen prick, teasing and nothing more. I
could feel Kalli shifting on the couch, moving into a better
position to touch Tristen.

     The doorbell rang.  I was no closer to cumming then I
had been when I woke up, but I sure was a hell of a lot more
turned on.  Tristen sprang up, “I’ll get it!”

     I stared after her, a bit stunned.  “She’s going to
answer the door like that?”

          “You said you always wanted to see that, didn’t
you?”

     I nodded, surprised Tristen had remembered – that was
when we had first started talking, quite a while ago.  She
noticed my shock, I think.

     “She does remember.  She practically clings on every
word you say.”

     I nodded.  Kalli and I had talked before, numerous
times, but Tristen was always with us, either in some sort
of three-way chat or Tristen was under the desk while Kalli
wrote (or somewhere else near by, doing her best to distract
her cousin).

     “You are okay with this?” I asked Kalli.  It had been
on my mind, and I knew she had always seemed very much into
it, and Tristen gave that impression as well, but I needed
to check.

     “Of course,” she said, a wave of the hand as a
dismissive gesture.

     “I don’t mean just the three of us fucking around.  I
mean everything.”  I needed to make sure.

     She looked me dead in the eyes, her face flat.  “Do you
care about her?”

     “Very much.”

     “Do you plan on trying to take her away from me?”

     That one shocked me.  “Even if I wanted – and trust me,
I don’t! – how could I?  She loves you.  You were the first
one she’s really been in a relationship with.  I would never
want to come between that, and I don’t think she wants me
to, either.”

     “Exactly,” she said with a knowing smile.  “I’m happy
for her.  For you both, having found each other.  And I have
been looking forward to this almost as much as you two. God,
tonight is going to be incredible for all of us.”

     Tristen bound back into the room carrying the bag of
Chinese food.  “Lord the look on his face!  What were the
two of you talking about?”

     “Nothing,” Kalli said.  “Did you get it for free?”

     “Yeah, and I didn’t even have to suck him off!”  She
thought about that a moment, the pouted.  “Actually, I’m
kind of disappointed by that.”

     “So, really, what did you get me?” I asked, curious.

      “General’s chicken, pork fried rice, and an eggroll.”
Tristen was grinning.  The girl did cling to everything I
said – that had come up only once when we first where
chatting and I ordered food while at my computer.

     We ate and laughed and talked and played.  It was a
casual dinner, really, but we did things to make sure to
keep each other turned on – like having Kalli dip her tits
in tea so I could lick it off – I saw that in a movie once.
My cock got duck sauced and then licked clean.  Just little
things like that to keep the mood sexual.  Like I said, with
Tristen, everything becomes sexual.

     As our hunger for food gave way to hunger for something
else, the Chinese was slowly forgotten, and our fumbling,
playful games took to forefront.  We were all riding a
sexual high, just lifting each other up higher and higher,
letting the tensions build until we all just wanted to burst
into crazed fucking, but we restrained ourselves.

     We were all waiting for one thing, and we all knew what
it was.  We hadn’t talked about it since I arrived, and it
wasn’t the sole reason for my being there, not for any of
us, but it was quite possible the most pinnacle moment, both
of my vacation and Tristen’s life.  It was a little more
complex then this, but at the heart, we were waiting for
Kalli.

     And Kalli was ready.  She said so, just that simple.
She stopped and said just that, “I’m ready.”

     Tristen squealed as she jumped up and grabbed our hands
to pull us up from where we sat on the floor.  She was giddy
like a little girl, and we couldn’t help but share in that.
“Bed room or right here?”

     “Bed room,” I told her, smoothing her hair with my
hand.  “It will be better that way.”

     She calmed a bit at my touch, her eyes locked on my as
she nodded, all the tenderness in the world reflecting in
her eyes.  A kiss of pure fire passed between us then, a
fleeting and yet so permanent kiss.  And then we were in the
bedroom, spreading the plastic tarp across her bed, knowing
the sheets would need protection from this.

     Kalli got on her hands and knees, the Tristen got in
right behind her, her tongue slipping around her cousin’s
rear, licking up and down across her asshole and swirling
around the puckered skin.  She pulled away, and I took her
place, my tongue rolling around between Kalli’s ass cheeks,
picking up the little bits of flavor Tristen had left for
me.

     Her hand was on my cock, stroking up and down, lubing
me up.  When she was done, I pulled back and let her rub the
lube across Kalli’s asshole, making sure she pushed her
fingers in to grease inside her hole.  When done, she
whispered t me, “Fuck her ass.”

     I obliged.  I was gentle at first, making sure to ease
my cock into Kalli’s shitter and let her get use to it a bit
before the reaming began.  It didn’t take much time; she was
no anal virgin, and soon I was fucking her for all I was
worth, and she fucked that ass right back up against me.
Tristen was around the whole time, moving between us,
slapping Kalli’s ass or mine to spur us on or planting
kisses on our bodies, all the while talking dirty to us,
tell us how hot we look, how hard I was fucking Kalli, how
much it was turning her on.  How dirty my cock was getting.

     That’s what we had been waiting for with Kalli, waiting
until she felt the need to shit.  That was the plan, and I
was fucking her shit-filled rectum, slamming my hard cock
deep into her shitty bowels, packing her shit deep and
getting it all over my dick, my balls, my thighs.  Kalli was
pushing back at me, giving just a little pressure to her
bowels, and I kept forcing the shit back in, plunging my
cock right into the mess.

     Tristen controlled us with her words and actions, but
then this was her night.  We were doing this for her.  When
she told us to stop, we did so.  Every fiber in our bodies
drove us to continue, to fuck with animal lust until we
came, but we stopped for her.  I withdrew my cock, coated
think with shit.  The room already smelled of it,
intoxicating.  I pulled out and Tristen grabbed my cock and
held it underneath Kalli’s ass.

     Kalli didn’t need to push at all – her smeared ass was
open wide, and the shit just flowed from her onto my cock,
her thick turd spreading across my throbbing, and Tristen
just held me there, collecting all of it on my rod.  The
heat and intensity was incredible.  This was not new to us,
none of us – we’d all done far more shit play then this, far
more dirty things then this, but in this moment, nothing
ever compared to it.

     Once my cock was covered from base to tip, Tristen
pulled it away and her hand took its place.  She caught the
rest of Kalli’s thick, soft crap in her hand.  When her ass
closed up, Kalli crawled off the bed and took her shit from
Tristen’s hand.  Tristen wiped her brown-smeared hand across
her cunt, spreading the mess around her bare-pussy lips
while her other fingers spread the turd around my cock,
making sure I was coated all around.

     She laid back on the bed, her legs spread wide.  She
pulled her cunt lips apart, showing me the wet pink flesh
inside as she rubbed her clit with one shitty finger.  I
crawled forward, crawling on top of her, between her legs.

     “Are you ready?” I asked, and she nodded.

     Kalli was guiding me with one hand as I lowered myself
down to Tristen.  I could feel the heat of her pussy against
the head of my cock; she shivered at the touch of it.

     Do it,” she urged me, and those words were all I
needed.  I slid forward, pushing myself inside her.
Penetrating her for the first time.

     Tristen was a virgin no longer.  You don’t understand
the importance of this – I didn’t tell you her past, but I
understood, and so did Kalli.  The two of them were tearing
up as I pushed deeper and deeper.

     “Fuck me,” she whispered to me, her voice of the edge
of sobs.  “Fuck me.  Oh yes, fill my cunt up.”

     She was tight, very tight.  To some, a virgin girl
means she’s never had a real cock up inside of her, that
toys, fingers, and strap-ons don’t count.  I don’t make
judgment on that, but Tristen had never had anything inside
her, nothing further then a tongue could get.  Until me. She
had asked that I be the first, that I break the rule, that I
be the one.  This was not the only reason I was there; I was
there for her, to meet her, to hold her.  But there was
something truly special in that moment.

     I went very slowly at first, holding her quivering body
in my arms as I pumped in and out.  Kalli was right there
with us, one big embraces, and we all were quiet, speaking
in muted whispers as we traded kisses between us.  It was
intimacy, it was connection, it was absolute tenderness and
warmth between the three of us.

     Tristen was opening to me, her body and soul just
slowly opening and I was slipping in.  It felt wonderful. It
felt right.  I felt at home.  I could feel her body
responding, her hips starting to react to my rhythm, her
moans of desire mounting.  Now was the time – I had taken
her, just as she wanted, and now she was mine.

     I pulled my cock out – the thick coat of Kalli’s shit
was gone; liquefied by Tristen’s moist cunt and fucked to a
sludge that even now oozed from her cunthole.  Kalli
immediately began to spread her handful of shit across my
shaft, once more encasing my cock.

     This time, when I plunged my cock inside, I was not so
gentle.  Her body was mine, now, and I fucked her so.  I
spent my frenzy on her, my lust, the lust of years, the
desires I never knew someone could feel, and I put all of
that into her.  She was screaming my name over and over as
we bounced on the mattress.  Kalli was rubbing herself wild
with her dirty hands, spreading her shit across her body and
ours as we fucked like monsters.  Thinking back on it now,
I’m surprised we didn’t bounce poor Kalli right off the bed.

      I don’t have words to describe it.  Maybe words don’t
exist for times like these.  We three were the only people
in the universe, and we were joined in an act of passion and
lust like no other we had experienced.  When I came, it was
nothing I have ever known before, and for the life of me I
don’t think I can get it back again.  I’m okay with that – I
had it once, and feel that many other people never reach it
at all.

     I collapsed on top of her, spent, and she snatched me
up between her arms and legs like a Venus flytrap closing
down on its next meal.  She held me there, and our bodies
quaked and trembled together.  We spoke, I know, but I don’t
remember the words now, the things she may have said to me,
those secrets I may have shared with her.

     My next recollection was wet touch on my ass and the
pressure behind me.  I discovered that there was more to the
girl’s plan then I first knew; Kalli was now wearing a strap-
on and sliding into my ass.  I chuckled and pushed back,
letting my asshole open to her intrusion.  It wasn’t the
first time I had been pegged, and it wouldn’t be the last. I
loved the feeling of having my ass stretched out.  My cock
was quivering inside Tristen’s messy sheath; I knew I
wouldn’t be going deflating this time, either.

     I stayed on top and inside of Tristen the whole time
Kalli fucked my ass, letting the rhythmic pounding move
through me into Tristen, so the three of us could fuck in
time.  And when Kalli pulled out of me, I pulled of her
cousin.  I knew what needed to happen next to make this
complete, and quite frankly, the idea aroused me even more.
Kalli’s cock was thick with my own shit, and I watched as
she took my place between Tristen’s legs and began to fuck
her.

     There was a certain beauty in it.  Not just the two
cousins fucking each other with such wild abandon, which was
quite hot, just the idea of our merging, all of us, inside
of Tristen.  They fucked themselves tired, their sweaty
bodies collapsing together for a time before Kalli pulled
herself off.

     I scooped Tristen’s legs up and lifted her hips from
the bed, so suddenly she whooped in surprise as I raised her
cunt to my mouth.  I was enflamed by the thought of it, by
the raw power of our sex, and the remnants.  I locked my
lips on her and licked as the mess that covered her pussy
lips.  I sucked, pulling the greasy slime into my mouth,
relishing every taste, ever texture of our fuck.  Bitter,
sour, and yet so wonderful, I couldn’t get enough.

     Tristen called to me, her voice a song, “Don’t hog it
all.”

     I realized my greed was getting the better of me.  I
sucked up more and more, but held it in my mouth, and then I
set her down with care, and gave her a kiss, passing the
mixture of shit and her cunt juice into her mouth.  Kalli
was in there with us in a moment, and I pressed my lips to
hers, making sure she didn’t miss out.

     We played for a bit, all of us still turned on, but our
bodies needing the time to rest.  It was perfect, actually.
We were crazed with lust, we all enjoyed to get messy, and
we had a mess on out hands to share.  It seemed like hours
of touching, of caressing, of smearing each other.

     Kalli and I both had more shit inside, and we took
great pleasure squatting over Tristen together and dumping
out on her.  And Tristen, herself, joined us, unleashing her
own pile beneath her on the bed.  It was a wild, crazy orgy
of filth for the three of us.  We were coated in shit, the
whole mix of it, from head to toe, all of us.  Tristen’s
blond hair was black with the stuff and matted to her head
like she was in a downpour.  She looked absolutely lovely.

     We collapsed sometime later, a sloppy mess, each of us,
and fucked to exhaustion.  Kalli was the first one up and to
the shower.  Tristen was moving to join her, but I grabbed
her arm and pulled her shit-covered body on top of mine.  I
kissed her, letting the flavor of our crap that lingered in
her mouth come flowing into mine.  “No need to leave me
yet,” I told her.

     She sunk back down on to me, folding into my embrace.
“I didn’t feel like getting clean just yet anyway.”

     “Me neither.”  We sat there a while, just holding one
another, brushing our bodies together.   Then I spoke, “Was
it worth waiting for?”

     “Waiting for?  Loosing my virginity?”

      “Yeah.”

     “Worth waiting for you?  For this moment?”

     “Yeah.”

     “Je ne regrette rien.”

     I chuckled and I rolled her on top of me and planted
another kiss on her brown lips.  “And I hope we never do.”