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This story is erotic.  Go away if you are dangerously young.








(part four)

Ten:  the Elaboration IV


The next time I saw the girls, a week later, was as odd as everything
happening in my life.  After a particularly long jog, I had fallen
asleep naked on my beach.  I hadn’t done that before, but I had been
feeling an incredible amount stress over the circumstances that had
led up to this.  

Drifting in the hypnogogic state, I was half way between consciousness
and dream when I heard at the corner of my brain a voice that was
either familiar or universal.  It said, "He must be dreaming about
us."  

Of course, it was Crystal.  I opened my eyes to the image of a naked
young blonde crouching at my feet, gazing up the length of my body.
When I turned my head, I saw that Kelly sat several feet away, equally
as nude.  I had a terrible hard-on.

I sat up and shook my head.  "You two sure know how to make a guy feel
horrible," I said.

Without looking at me, Kelly said, "I’m still kind of mad at you."

I looked at Crystal questioningly.  She said, "Kelly’s decided that
it’s okay you were looking at us, as long as you don’t do it
anymore."

I agreed and said I had put my telescope away for good, that I was
thinking of selling it.  I looked over at Kelly and said, "Am I
forgiven?"

The question produced a grin, and Kelly said, "You’re forgiven."  Her
eyes went directly to my crotch when she glanced in my direction, and
it was is the time that had passed since the last time we were
together disappeared. 

The girls were in the mood to drink, so this time I volunteered to
retrieve the beer, hoping to circumvent a repeat of the last episode.
Kelly said, "We’ll all go," and we walked together, still naked, back
to the house, none of us bothering with clothes or the notion of
clothes.  As we entered the house, I felt a rush of relief at the
notion that some of my prayers were at least being addressed head-on.

We grabbed some beers, and I showed them around the house.  They
squealed with delight.  Crystal even asked, "How much money do you
have?"

I only said I had enough to keep me comfortable.  Crystal brushed her
body against mine and bit me on the shoulder, saying, "Want to be my
sugar daddy?"

"I don’t think Tara would like that," I said, then changed the
subject.  I didn’t want my thoughts to be clouded by sex with her
mother.  

By the end of the tour, we had drained our beers.  Kelly got another
round, and we lounged in the front room.  We did our best to cut
through the obvious thoughts on all our minds, but we ultimately
failed:  the conversation literally dripped with sexual innuendo.
Crystal in particular went out of her way to keep the topic focuses on
sex.  I didn’t mind, naturally:  my cock showed no signs of calming
down.  

As Kelly and I sat on the couch, Crystal jumped into the center of the
room and did an awkward pirouette.  "So, what do you think, Randall?"
she asked, curtseying.

"Geeze, Crystal," Kelly said.

"You’re both incredibly beautiful," I said with a smile, giving
Crystal’s body a thorough once-over, then giving Kelly the same
treatment.  Only Kelly blushed, and only Kelly looked away.

"I have to pee," Crystal announced.  "Hold that thought."  She bounded
out of the room in motions that were increasingly beginning to
resemble a gazelle.  

The moment she was gone, Kelly turned to me and said, "Can I touch
it?"

I only smiled.

Gingerly, she placed her hand on my cock.  It twitched violently at
the touch.  She looked up at me, then down at me.  She squeezed and
said, "This is just huge, fucking huge."  

The words, the touch, the circumstance . . . whatever it was . . . I
felt like fainting, but didn’t.  She pulled on my cock, ran her hand
along the length of it, squeezed, pulled it again.  I could have come
right then and there, it was so sweet.

Crystal came back into the room, and when she saw Kelly’s hand on my
cock, she said, "No fair!" and plopped down on the couch on the other
side of me.

With a quickness bordering on impatient, the two of them fell on me in
one motion, and in quick time, I felt hands all over me:  on my penis,
on my stomach, in my hair, my beard, over my thighs, a finger against
my anus, a finger in my mouth.  I heard Crystal say to nothing in
particular, "You want to fuck us, don’t you?" and then again, to me,
"You want to fuck us, don’t you?"  I didn’t have time to reply.
Crystal grabbed Kelly’s body and moved her until she was positioned
over me, and in seconds, I felt the wetness of Kelly’s vagina
lowering itself over me.  Crystal said, "She’s been able to talk
about nothing else since she got a look at your cock.  She wants you
so bad."  And before long, Kelly was whimpering, moaning and moving in
spastic rhythms over me.  "I can’t," she said.  "It’s too big." "You
can," Crystal said.  "You want this."  

Crystal pushed down on Kelly’s body, and Kelly let out a squeal.  A
little more.  And a little more.  And before long, we were making love
with a soft, rhythmical vengeance.  Kelly went berserk after a minute
or two, and it was all I could do hold onto her body.  Everything
suppressed in her personality, everything caged escaped.  In moments,
she was thrashing against me like a woman possessed.  And almost
without sensing that it was happening, I suddenly felt Crystal’s
tongue on the base of my cock, on my balls, and occasionally a flick
against my anus.  And in spite of my exhaustion from the night before,
I came uncontrollably.  My own thrashing set loose a chain reaction.
Kelly screamed that she was coming, and Crystal moaned shortly
afterwards.  I looked over to see that she was masturbating while she
licked my balls.  Somehow, we all managed to keep a tenuous balance
between us.  

That first afterglow lasted for a good half hour.  Kelly appeared to
be a natural at cuddling, a natural at the after massage, the light
play of teeth and finger and knee and palm of hand.  Crystal smoked a
cigarette and commented on how hot the two of us had been to watch and
to feel.  I told the two of them that I was stunned that things got
this far, that they would bless me with the experience.  Crystal made
a crude and hilarious comment about my cock.  Kelly nuzzled against my
neck.

They spent the night, assuring me that they had an alibi for Tara.  I
wasn’t worried.  

When we awoke in the morning, Kelly was ready to go again, but I
managed to convince her that we should take it slow, see where all of
this was leading.

Strangely, there was never a question about Crystal and me making
love.

Neither of us seemed to want to complicate things by going down that
road, so we didn’t.  And by the time they left that afternoon, they
assured me that they would come back that night.

Eleven:  Conclusion


The rest of the summer traipsed along for the most part without
stress.  The three of us had a couple more encounters before it was
clear that Kelly and I needed to sort out what we wanted out of
everything.  And at first, we did well to ignore the obvious troubles
that lay ahead of us.  It was clear that we both wanted a relationship
and that we in strange ways in love with one another.  We made love
often, though never as intensely as that first time.

By the time the end of August came around, it was clear in our body
language and our lovemaking that we were not long for this world.

We both cried, but we both also agreed that things would simply be too
difficult to continue the way we had that summer.  She had school, she
had a future to develop.  I had my life apart from that.  The day she
left for college was painful for both of us, but we managed to make a
few lame jokes to ease the tension.  

We exchanged letters for a few months, and though the initial passion
was still very much alive in our words, our letters became less
frequent.  And finally, the letter I had suspected arrived in my
mailbox.  Kelly had met a wonderful guy, a junior, and she saw no way
of avoiding pain if we continued to stay in contact.  She assured me
that she would never feel the kind of love she felt for me.  I
responded with a short, sweet, and painful letter, wishing her the
best of luck and telling her that she would never leave my mind, my
heart and my soul.  

Crystal came home for Christmas, and I bumped into her at the grocery
store.

In typical fashion, she walked with me, her hand on my cart, until she
saw that we were isolated in a corner.  She raised her skirt up with a
smile, and I saw she had shaved herself clean.  So different than her
mother.  After the quick display, she palmed my crotch through the
jeans and said, "Always the pervert."

I laughed and said, "Always the kink."

It was the last time I saw her.

Occasionally, I saw Tara, though we never had sex again.  The
following spring, when the Northwest rains subsided and the heat came
on again, I saw her at Constance Beach, which had once again become a
hangout for me.  She smiled and invited me over.  I declined, but I
gave her a full kiss on the mouth.  "You’re still amazing," I said
before I left.

"You still have a big cock," she said before she let me leave.

I went to see Geena one more time – to thank her abstractly, even
though I wasn’t quite sure what to thank her for specifically.  We
wound up fucking in her car in the parking lot.  A nice send off, I
thought.  She thanked me, too, I don’t know what for.

The most surprising aspect of this little tale, though, was the phone
call I got from Cindey a few days ago.  She was unhappy, and though
she wanted to make it clear that she didn’t want to get together
again, she did make a strange request.  She wondered if I would see it
my heart to give her a loan.

She was having financial troubles since her mystery man had left her
for a younger woman.  

I laughed on the other end of the phone.  I gave her the money, but I
told her it was on the house.  I owed her that much.


						      End  



			  Peace to the lovers!


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