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The Three-Way Kiss
a Story by Kellis
Spring, 2009


Part 1

_EXTERKLEEN_, proclaimed the sign in garish red neon.  Below it, painted
in smaller blue, appeared _Automatic Carwash_ and below that, smaller 
still, _We do the outside, You do the inside_.  Cade had used it 
before.

The board meeting had terminated unexpectedly in midafternoon on a 
Friday, leaving him the choice of going home or killing a weekend in the
city.  On impulse he wheeled into the carwash entry aisle and carefully
worked his left front wheel into the guide slot.  After feeding a 
ten-dollar bill into the money machine, he raised the car window, 
dropped into neutral and settled back into his seat as the car lurched 
ahead into the tunnel.  Heavy spray and huge brushes enveloped the car,
making it shudder.  Soon a hot gale blew the water drops off his 
windshield and the car came to halt, now freed from the drawbar.

Beside his window stood another money machine with a much smaller sign 
that announced, _Access to cleaning supplies: $5_.  At this point a 
turnout allowed immediate departure, while the continuing aisle passed a
closed cabinet labeled _Interior Cleaning Supplies_.

Riveting Cade's attention were two young women standing behind the money
machine.  One of them smiled engagingly and said something.

He lowered the driver's window and she repeated, "We'd love to wash your
interior."

Her voice was a throaty contralto.  Both women wore sneakers, Bermuda 
shorts, short-sleeved blouses and light makeup, all clean.  The blouse 
yokes were low-cut ovals, exhibiting creamy skin and the beginning of 
cleavage.  Their brunette hair was in pony tails.  Both were blue-eyed 
and pretty with heart-shaped faces, sharing pug noses and sharp chins.
Arms were smooth, lightly dusted with brown hair, and calves were 
shapely.  Like the clothing their bodies seemed cut from the same mold.
He decided they must be sisters, perhaps even twins, probably in their 
early twenties.

Cade was not one to toss trash into his car, but he had been renting 
this one for several weeks.  The dash was dusty and the windshield 
contained a few annoying inside handprints.  More importantly the look 
on the girl's face appealed to his gut.  He returned the smile.  "And 
I'd love for you to wash it."

He fed a five dollar bill into the machine, pulled forward past the now
unlocked cabinet, turned off the engine, withdrew the keys and got out 
of the car.

"It's all yours," he told the following girls.

Their industriousness surprised him.  They took cloths, spray bottles 
and a vacuum hose from the cabinet and vigorously attacked the car 
interior.  He would have chatted with them had they not so obviously 
concentrated on the work.  The handprints vanished from his windshield.
The interior gleamed when the women finally emerged to replace the 
cleaning supplies and close the cabinet.

"That is certainly impressive," he said, offering the nearer woman what
he had chosen as their tip: his last five dollar bill.

She took the money.  "Thank you, sir."

"I didn't know Exterkleen had changed its policy."

"Its policy?"

"The big sign says it only does the outside."

"Oh."  She chuckled slightly and exchanged glances with her partner, who
laughed and piped up in a shriller voice, "They don't know it either."

"I see."  He matched her chuckle.  "In that case give me back that 
five."

The laughter vanished.  "Ain't your car clean?" asked the closer 
plaintively.

"So I can give you a ten."

"Oh!"  Faces brightened.  They exchanged currency.  "Thank you very 
much, sir!" said the throaty voice.  "Can we do anything else for you?"

"Oh, I'm sure you could," he answered with a wink.  "What else might you
do?"

"Anything you want."

Both studied him closely.  He chuckled, raising one eyebrow archly.  
"Anything?"

She repeated, "Anything you want."

"Are you serious?"

"Serious as a lay off," piped the one behind.

He studied them in return.  The colloquy had revealed their single 
visual defect: teeth uneven though clean.  Standing easily before him, 
arms at their sides, mouths closed, they hardly had the look of whores.
If their hair had been up in bandannas he would have thought them wives
ready to clean house.  Suddenly he was gripped by a thirty-year-old 
memory.

Looking around, he saw that no other car was on the lot.  "Your business
here isn't very good, is it?"

"We hope it'll pick up when people get off from work," said the throaty
one.

He took a breath.  "Look, if you're seriously willing to do _anything_,
I can show you a lot easier work."

"We're serious," throaty averred.

"Doing what?" piped her companion.

"Something more private."  He gestured toward the open passenger door.
"Get in the car."

They looked at each other.  Both took a deep breath.  "One moment," said
throaty.

From behind a decorative bush growing against the side of the building 
they retrieved canvas shoulder bags and returned to the car.  Throaty 
sat in the passenger seat while the other got in back.  After a flurry 
of slamming doors Cade started the engine and pulled out into light 
traffic.

He chuckled.  "At least you don't have a boss to dock you for leaving."

The shrill soprano in the backseat retorted, "That ain't as nice as you
think.  A boss has to pay you."

He said, "Ah, yes, the old controversy: slave to eat versus free to 
starve.  You girls don't seem to be starving."

"We ain't," said throaty in the front seat.  "Not yet."

"He means we're fat," said the backseat.

Cade snorted.  "Not at all!  You're both pink cheeked and healthy.  I 
_like_ your looks."

"Do you really?" asked throaty wistfully.

"Absolutely.  You're pretty girls."

"Thank you."

Backseat piped, "We like your looks too.  I didn't think men wore suits
anymore.  Say, you ain't a cop, are you?"

He laughed.  "Not a chance!"

"Don't see a blue light under the dash."

"I'm a businessman.  While were discussing looks, you ladies are very 
much alike, even wearing the same clothes.  Your voices are the only 
difference I've noticed so far.  Are you twins?"

"Cousins," said throaty.

The girl in back explained, "She had scarlet fever when she was little."

"It affected her voice?  I'm surprised.  Nowadays antibiotics fix that 
quick."

Throaty sniffed.  "What antibiotics!"

He blinked.  "What's the matter, against your religion?"

She said dryly, "Against our piggy bank."

"Well, you're too much alike not to be related.  It's time we were 
introduced.  I'm Cade.  Who're you?"

"'Cade,'" throaty repeated.  "I'm Sigh and she's Dye.  Pleased to meet 
you."

He grinned.  "How do you spell that?"

"C Y and D I.  Like the dead princess."

"Short for Cybelle and Diana?"

"Hey, you're pretty smart!"

"Guessing right is important in my business.  How is it that two 
princesses are washing cars?"

"'Princesses!'" Di sneered in the backseat.

"It's true," said Cy seriously.  "We are princesses."

Di snorted.  "In your dreams!"

Cy smiled.  "And one of these days my prince will come."

"Sure he will!  Where are you taking us, Cade, to a motel?"

"Not exactly.  They call it _The Meadows_."

"Where cows graze?"

He chuckled.  "Where people graze.  It's a large set of suites that 
caters to businessmen.  I guess you can think of it as a motel.  Do you
mind?"

"Not if you don't.  A fancy place, is it?  You going to have trouble 
getting us in dressed like this?"

"Each suite has its own entrance.  And it's the middle of the 
afternoon."

At the next intersection they waited for a traffic light.  Making 
conversation, he said, "How long have you ladies been washing cars?"

Cy hesitated but finally answered, "Going on two weeks."

"I'm surprised Exterkleen hasn't caught you at it."

"We've got another spot."

"What put you into car washing?"

"Had to do something," piped Di from the backseat.  "We got laid off."

"You mentioned that.  Laid off from what?"

"We were datents at Hollyhoke."

"Uh, day tents?"

"You know, data entry clerks."

"Oh, yes.  At Hollyhoke?  No kidding!"  He stared at her reflection.

"They laid off a lot of people."

Cy added, "Us and our boyfriends."

He grunted.  "Are you supporting them now?"

"Huh?"  Di blinked.  "Our boyfriends?  They went to Dearborn to find 
jobs."

"Any luck?"

"We ain't heard."

They drove a few blocks in silence.  Traffic was increasing.  Cade 
noticed Di watching him in the rearview mirror.

She said, "You're grinning a lot.  What's tickling you?"

"It's what you call 'anticipation.'"

Di matched his grin.  "You think something good is going to happen?"

"Getting laid is always good."

Both women laughed explosively.

He demanded, "Now you tell _me_ what's funny!"

"We wondered how long you'd take to mention that."

"You mentioned it first."

"We did not!" Cy asserted.

Di grinned in the mirror.  "You mean, when we said we'd do anything?"

"Exactly -- and I'm really looking forward to it."

Cy said quietly, "Well, so are we."

He flicked a glance at her but she was looking out the side window.

Di asked, "You think you can handle two boxes, Cade?"

"Boxes?"

"You know: cooze."

He chuckled.  "I've heard that word.  Yeah, if they're not in a rush."

"I hope you're right."

A block later he said, "Look here.  I can't believe you girls are 
whores."

"Why not?" asked Di.

"You're too fresh, too nice."

"That's a real compliment," mused Cy.

Di was more direct.  "If you don't think we're who'es, how you going to
show us easier work?"

"Treat you the same.  I mean I don't think you've been doing this very 
long.  Two weeks, is it?"

"Treat us like who'es?  How much money?"

"Well ... how about a hundred apiece?  That's between ten and twenty 
clean cars."

Momentarily the women were silent.  At last Cy murmured, "That's right:
two weeks of trying _something_."

A large sign to the left announced _The Meadows Suites_.  "Here we are."
He wheeled into the lot and parked in front of the office.

"I have to run in for a moment," he said, removing the car keys.

"What'll you tell 'em?" demanded Di.

"Nothing.  I'm visiting the ATM."

He exchanged greetings with the clerk, withdrew $200, divided the cash 
into two equal packets in his coat pockets and returned to the waiting 
women.  Restarting the car, he wove it among the clustered buildings.  
Most of the slots were empty; he found one before his own entrance and 
parked.

"Come along, girls," he said.

They emerged with their canvas bags over their shoulders.  Di caught his
arm.  "We don't know this area.  How'll we get home?"

"Either I'll take you or get you a taxi."

Using his keycard, he opened the front door and led them into the 
air-conditioned interior.  They stared around at the sofa, chairs, table
and wall-mounted flat television.  "Nice," Cy murmured.

He closed the door and engaged the deadbolt.  "This is the living room.
Straight ahead is the kitchenette.  Through that door is a bedroom and 
bath.  Those stairs run up to another bedroom and bath.  Go ahead and 
look around while I use the bathroom."

But they followed him into the bedroom.  He continued to the bathroom 
and stood before the toilet, leaving the door open behind him.  His 
urine hissed into the bowl.

Di said something in her piping voice.  He called over his shoulder, 
"Come in here and say that again."

She appeared in the adjacent mirror and her voice sounded in his ear.  
"We got to pee too."  Her eyes dropped to the reflection of his spouting
cock.

"You can have it in a minute."

Cy entered behind her cousin.  Apparently they had left their bags in 
the bedroom.  They exchanged glances in the mirror and both giggled.

"What's funny?" he asked.

Di explained, "Every morning we wonder what odd thing will happen to us.
Today it's watching a man pee.  You guys got it so easy!"

"You think so?"  He shook off the last drops.  "Don't whores see a lot 
of that?"

"I guess.  We're just getting started."

Cy had already hooked thumbs under her waist to drop her shorts and 
panties.  She slipped around her cousin, lowered the toilet seat, sat on
it and released her bladder with a gush and a sigh.

Di grinned at him.  "You see boyfriends do it but not ..."

"Customers?  I believe you call them 'johns.'"

"Johns?"

"Whores' customers."

The grin widened.  "Slick called 'em 'who'e-hops.'"

"From 'whore-hoppers?'  Slick was your boyfriend?"

"Yeah.  Maybe still is."

"Not when he hears what we're doing," said Cy.

"Who'll tell him?"  Di stepped out of her lower clothing and toed off 
her sneakers.  Her hand clamped her pubes.  "Hurry up, Cy!"

"Use the sink," Cade suggested.

Her eyes sparkled.  "Help me up."

She used his clasped hands as a step and squatted over the sink, 
twitching when a buttocks cheek touched the faucet.  "Ooo, that's cold!"
Her stream poured thickly into the bowl.

He bent close and chuckled.  "You have a point.  This morning I never 
expected to watch a girl pee -- certainly not from a foot away."

"Don't it stink?" she asked curiously.

"Not as bad as a man's.  In fact it's a very interesting odor."

Beside them Cy was wiping herself with toilet paper.  "A man's don't 
stink if he's drunk a lot of beer."

"Oh, Cy!" protested her cousin.  "Don't tell _that_ story."  She giggled
and warned the man, "You'll get wet."

Cade had reached between Di's spread knees to pry her labia apart with 
his thumbs.  He muttered, "I've often wondered ...  The pressure makes 
the flesh puff out."

"It does?"  Cy bent to study her cousin's exposure.

Di grinned.  "Any more and I'll charge admission."

Cade stepped back.  "I wonder ...  Can you pee while a dick's in there?"

The girl shrugged.  "Why not?"

Cy finished removing her lower clothing and stood up holding it along 
with her sneakers.  "Guess they's no point in putting this back on."

"Give me some paper," Di directed and her cousin complied.

"Come on in the bedroom," said Cade, turning away.  "I'm dying to get my
hands on you girls naked."

He draped his clothing over the lone chair and turned to face the women.
They had allowed their garments to fall to the carpet and stood 
side-by-side without so much as a ring on a finger.  He studied them 
with growing pleasure.  They exhibited narrow waistlines but plentiful 
flesh barely shy of the Rubenesque.  Their skin was clear except for 
lightly tanned arms, calves and throats.  A faint tracery of veins 
underlay breasts and thighs.  They returned his stare and saw a husky 
man with a middle-age spread and gray stippling in the dark hair at 
pubes and chest as well as temples.  The circumcised cock was nearly 
erect.

They grinned at his wide-eyed expression.  Di assumed a hip-shot pose.

"Wow!" he managed.  "What size bra do you wear?"

"38B."

"You've both got a handful.  Sure it's not a C?"

"We can wear Cs."  She giggled, eyes pointedly lowered.  "You like what
you see."

"Oh, I do!  But a big part is the anticipation I mentioned.  Come here."

They came to him readily.  He slipped an arm around each and pulled 
their chests against his own.  His fingers toyed with each far nipple, 
which instantly erected.

"We stink," warned Cy.  "We're out of deodorant."

"You smell like working women.  A man doesn't often get the chance to 
notice it, so thank you very much.  It reminds me of bacon frying and
mkes me hungy.  Even as a young man I loved it."

Di's nose wrinkled.  "_You_ smell like vanilla."

"Really?  I didn't think after-shave lasted that long."  His arms 
tightened, compressing a breast of each.  "Give me a kiss together."

The women glanced at each other but showed no hesitancy.  They went to 
tiptoes.  His hands rose behind their heads and pressed all three mouths
firmly together.  His tongue explored theirs.  Di was first to return 
the gesture, followed by Cy.  Giggling nasally, both put an arm around 
his back.  Di's free hand stroked his burgeoning erection.

Grinning hugely, he broke the kiss.  "You like this?"

"Oh, wow!" exclaimed Cy with evident pleasure.

Di breathed, "It's such a _strong_ kiss!  And not even Slick thought of
it."

"Did you do three-ways with Slick?"

"No.  We could've done four-ways.  With Tuck."  Her hand wiped saliva 
off her chin.  "Wonder how a four-way kiss would work."

"Slick and Tuck?  Was that another guy?"

"My boyfriend," said Cy.

"They've been gone two weeks?"

"Four.  They got laid off before we did."

"Their loss is my gain."  Again he squeezed them against him.  
"Everything about you two is just delightful, even better than I 
remembered."

"You go for two girls at once, do you?"

He chuckled slightly.  "I guess so, if I can get them.  I've only 
enjoyed this indulgence once before, a long time ago."

"Who'es?"

"No.  Would you believe two women who picked me up in a food court?  I 
looked better when I was young."

"You look good now!" Di asserted stoutly.

"How did that happen?" asked Cy with interest.

"They were divorced sisters in their thirties who wanted to get pregnant
before it was too late."

"Pregnant!"

"That's what they said.  Took me to their motel room, taught me the 
three-way kiss.  You're right, Di, it's strong medicine."

"For dryness," she agreed, grinning.  "Makes me wet at both ends."

"Did they get pregnant?" asked Cy.

He shrugged.  "Never saw them again."

"You couldn't find 'em?"

"I spent one really great night with them.  I was twenty.  Never thought
to follow them then, later realized I could've bribed the desk clerk...
Ah, well!"  His face brightened.  "Now I've got you two, even if for one
night only.  And you're even better.  You smell so good I could eat you
alive."

He bent sharply and suckled the closest nipple, which happened to be 
Cy's.  "Ooo!" she murmured.  He felt another pressing his cheek and 
turned his head to afford Di equal time.  A wet tongue stroked his neck
on the other  side.

Cy said in soft wonder, "You really don't mind our stink!"

"Mind?"  He raised his head.  "I think you're sweet to let me smell it."
His hands slid down their sides to squeeze their buttocks.  His foot 
pawed the floor.  "This carpet's soft enough for you to kneel down."

Giggling, they dropped to their knees and grinned up at him.  "We can 
take a hint," said Di.

He grinned.  "Close your eyes."

"And you'll give us a surprise?"

All three laughed.  Di was the closer.  Her hand caught his cock and 
guided it into her mouth.

"Tastes like pee?" asked Cy curiously.

Di sucked it wetly several times before raising her head.  "Sure.  But I
don't mind."

"I don't either."  While giggling nasally, Cy's mouth replaced her 
cousin's.

"Holy shit!" Cade declared gruffly under the vigorous suction.  "I don't
want to question my good luck, but you girls've been sucking cock a lot
more than two weeks!"

"Well, yeah," Di agreed.  "Our boyfriends loved it.  _All_ you guys love
it.  And we like to do it, Cy especially."

"Why especially?"

"She loves jizz."

"Jizz?"

"The taste of it."

"Really?  The _taste_?"

"Not that I mind it, but it was _her_ brother."  She stroked his 
buttocks while her other hand gently squeezed his balls.

He took a deep, shuddery breath.  "Well, she's about to get three weeks'
worth."

"Been away from your wife that long?"

"I'm divorced."  His voice tightened.  "What I've been is too tired to 
jerk off.  Oh, god!"

His hips began to hump.  Cy sat still, sucking hard, letting him strike
the back of her throat without distress.  He groaned loudly and strained
forward to pump several powerful squirts into her.  Eyes wide but 
giggling, she swallowed audibly.

"What a load!" exclaimed Di.

"God, my knees are weak," he muttered, sagging back to flop on the 
bedside, leaving Cy to swirl a mouthful with a white streak decorating 
her chin.  Suddenly she sneezed ... twice, covering her face with both 
hands.

Di knee-walked after him to fall between his legs and slurp up the 
dribbling organ.  He groaned and shuddered, but her touch gentled 
immediately.  She was content to hold the head within her lips while her
tongue lapped the eye.  Cy waddled in beside her cousin and laid a 
breast on his raised thigh.

He rose on an elbow to regard her.  She smiled at him, sucking her lips.
He said dryly, "I guess my taste was satisfactory."

She giggled.  "Willy cream."

"'Willy!'  You really do like the taste?"

"Oh, yeah!"

He chuckled in admiration.  "Did you ever see a _bukake_ video?"

"What?  Oh, yeah.  Tuck showed us one.  I couldn't understand why the 
girl wanted it on her _face_."

"Not your style, huh?"

"Well, twenty guys'ould be a blast."  Cy grimaced.  "But she didn't even
open her mouth!"

He nodded with a twinkle.  "Pure waste."

"Well, it _was_!  She missed the pistols too."

He blinked.  "'Pistols?'"

"You know: jizz pistols, like water pistols, like yours.  I love it when
it hits my throat so hard it goes up my nose."

"Up your ..."  He stared at her in fascination.  "Is that why you 
sneezed?"

"Oh yeah!"  She smiled brightly.  "Feels like it's all through my head.
I love it."

Di's mouth had begun to stroke.  He sighed and took a deep breath.  "You
girls are incredible!  But Di, I'm afraid you'll have to wait awhile to
get any more."

"She knows it," said Cy.  "She likes to suck a willy nearly as much as I
do."

"That's a word you don't often hear."

"We like it.  It's the only lovable word for it.  Do you mind?"

"I think it's charming in your mouths."

Di's eyes turned up to twinkle at him.

He laughed a little.  "And let me tell you: a blowjob with conversation
is a rare treat."

"I guess so," said Cy.  "But it's too bad we can't suck it together."

"Too bad I don't have two ... willies, eh?  That reminds me.  We skipped
something important.  Let me up, Di."

The girl backed away onto her heels, grinning and licking her lips.  
Cade rose from the bed, went to his suit jacket, removed a packet of 
money in each hand and presented both packets to the women, who had 
risen behind him.  "You girls need to learn that payment in advance is 
the usual way in your new trade.  Now give me another big kiss."

They ducked immediately into his arms, but Di warned, "You might not 
like how we taste now."

"Why not?  It's just me, second hand."

Breasts pressed his chest and their unencumbered arms went around his 
neck.  Again his hands, one behind each pony-tailed head, forced three 
mouths together.  They held the kiss while tongues worked and nostrils 
flared for breath.

When they broke, Di held up the money with bright eyes.  "Now we can pay
the rent."

But Cy's finger went to her clit.  She said plaintively, "Hope this kiss
don't mean you're finished with us."

"Finished?  You girls are fascinating.  I'd like to know you a lot 
better."

"Maybe you will!"

Cy grinned and followed her cousin to stash their earnings.  Bending to
the canvas bags on the floor exposed puffy labia to the rear view.

He sighed appreciatively.  "That's something you don't see every day.  
God, your butts are pretty!"

Cy giggled and invited above her bent shoulder, "Well, take a close 
look."

Di sniffed.  "He can't do nothing yet."

He objected, "Oh, I wouldn't say 'nothing.'  Turn down the bed and get 
up on it, both of you, side-by-side."

They threw the top covers off onto the floor, jumped into the bed on 
their backs hip-to-hip and regarded him with anticipation through raised
knees.  He followed them on the bed, bowed between Di's legs and dredged
her aromatic furrow to the depth of his tongue.  After a few strokes he
performed the same service for Cy.

Raising his head, he declared with a wet grin, "You girls taste the same
too."

"Must be awful," Di declared.

Cy sniffed.  "Mostly pee."

"We should take a shower."

His eyes flashed.  "Oh, no, you don't!  At least not yet.  This is a 
treat I don't often get."

Di echoed scornfully, "A treat!"

"With a strong flavor."  He returned to Di and stroked heavily, at last
settling on the clit.

"Oh my god!" she cried, cool thighs closing on his ears.  "I'm coming 
already."

"You ought to be," breathed Cy, rising on an elbow to study her moaning
cousin.

When Di pushed his head away, he transferred to the same spot in the 
other woman.  Shuddering and whimpering under his tongue, Cy seemed more
immediately responsive but slower to reach a climax.

Di craned around to study the kneeling man.  She grinned.  "That looks 
like a hard-on to me."  Spinning her legs to one side, she pushed her 
head under his belly and mouthed the turgid cock briefly before 
announcing, "Tastes like one too!"

Cy demanded, "Then do me right!"  She rose up to catch him under the 
armpits and urge him atop her.  Di withdrew to avoid his knees but 
reached between them and guided the cock into her cousin.

"Ah!  That's what I need," said Cy encouragingly.  "Fuck me.  Fuck me 
long and slow."

Her shuddering and whimpering resumed, gradually growing stronger.  Di 
crouched near the straining pair.  Her hands slipped between them to 
finger a cousinly clit while squeezing the bouncing balls.  Cy clutched
his buttocks to strengthen his thrusts.

"Oh, god!" she called.  "It's working, it's working!"

He looked inquiringly around at Di.  "What's working?"

The watcher winked.  "She thinks a willy has to hit just right."

The woman beneath him moaned and became limp as mush.

"That's it," said Di, who clambered around the bed, fitting herself on 
hands and knees between Cy and the headboard, pussy atop her cousin's 
face.  She regarded him over her shoulder.  "Now it's my turn."

Cy's red tongue laved the cousinly clit.  Rising on his knees, he 
waddled up the prone torso until his wet cock touched the two sets of 
lips.  Cy licked his knob briefly before her hand slipped under his 
balls and guided him into the inverted pussy.  Cy lengthened her tongue
strokes until she lapped the clit, the underside of his shaft and even 
his balls on deep thrusts.

He chuckled.  "This is a fine way to fuck."

Di said tightly, "Too bad you can't feel it like me.  God, this is hot!
I'm coming again."

Indeed he felt the vaginal sphincter tighten and said, "I think you like
a tongue."

"God, I do!  Oh god damn, god damn!"  Her throat tightened and produced
a screech.  He slowed his thrusts but she ordered, "Don't stop.  Don't 
you dare stop!  Oh, _god_!"

He caught her hips and plowed deeply.  Now the sphincter was closing 
repeatedly to the rhythm of her moans.  The torso under his hips began 
to quiver.  Cy was giggling, mostly through her nose.

The combination was too much.  "Jesus Christ!" he proclaimed in surprise
as fresh semen boiled through his prostate.  Cy may have tasted it: her
contralto giggle sounded.  Suddenly the hand that had been squeezing his
balls clutched the cock shaft, jerked it out of her cousin and plopped 
it into her own mouth.  His ejaculate concluded into suction and a 
rasping tongue.

He fell off to the side on his back.  Cy was still giggling and licking
her lips.  Di slid down until she lay beside her cousin.  Arms encircled
each other and they exchanged a kiss.  Di licked the excess moisture off
the other's chin.

She raised her head and grinned at Cade, who lay enervated and panting.
"Did you get religion?"

"I got surprised.  At my age I can't usually pop again for several 
hours."

Di winked at her smiling cousin.  "He must think we're sexy."

"Oh, god, you _are_!"  He shook his head.  "It was the combination: Di 
coming like a steam engine and Cy licking my balls and giggling.  Hell,
she's still grinning!"

"I'm happy," said Cy, regarding him fondly.

"Good fucking makes us happy," Di explained.  "We ain't had any lately."

"Until now," added the cousin.

"That's how it's supposed to work," he agreed, stretching forth his 
arms.  "Come and lie close to me."

They rearranged themselves with Cy on his right, Di on his left, their 
bodies partly atop him.  Cy's hand clasped his sagging cock.  His hands
went behind their heads and pulled their faces to his for another 
three-way kiss.  Tasting his effluent on Cy's lips inspired all three to
swap saliva vigorously.

At last their mouths relaxed, sated.  Cy pulled up a bed sheet to cover
them and after kissing his nipple, lowered her head to the shoulder 
opposite her cousin.


* * *


Cade awoke to dim light filtering around the closed drapes.  The women's
heads were raised on elbows to watch him.

He smiled from one to the other.  "I'll bet you're thirsty."

"I'll bet _you_ are," said Di.  "We got cokes out of your fridge."

Cy sat up and asked, "Can I get you one?"

"A beer would be delightful."

He rose from the bed and entered the bathroom while Cy left for the 
kitchen.  Over his shoulder he said, "How long have you two been awake?"

"Awhile," Di answered.  "We been whispering."

"Nice of you to let me doze.  Did you nap at all?"

"Oh, yeah.  Good balling makes you sleepy."

"I'm very glad you liked it."

"We both did.  You sent us straight to heaven."

He chuckled with pleasure.  "That's good to hear."

"Even better to feel.  Did you like us, Cade?"

"Oh, god, did I ever!  And I still do."

He flushed the commode and reentered the bedroom to find Cy waiting with
a golden pilsner glass.  He took it gratefully and drained half its 
contents.

"Thank you," he said, sighing.  "Hits the spot!"

Cy giggled.

"Now what's funny?"

Di said, "You hit our spots too."  They approached on either side and 
kissed his shoulders.

Smiling, he squeezed Di against him.  "I believe you did enjoy me."

"We did," Cy responded with feeling."

"We still do," added Di.  "You saved us."

"I'm afraid to ask, 'From what?'"  He swallowed the rest of the beer and
glanced at his wristwatch.  "It's after seven.  You ought to be getting
hungry."

"We are."

"How about I take you out to dinner?"

Cy blinked at him.

Di said, "McDonalds?  It's all we're dressed for."

He chuckled.  "Just now you're too well dressed even for McDonalds.  No,
I could run you home and wait while you dress up."

"Well ..." Di began doubtfully.

His eyes brightened.  "How about this?  What's on your calendar?  Why 
don't you bring your clothes back here and live with me this weekend?"

Female eyes widened.  Cy stammered, "You -- you mean it?"

"Of course I mean it."

"Oh, Cade!" breathed Cy.

But Di was more practical.  "Won't the hotel get mad?"

"This suite is leased.  It's meant to sleep four.  Let other people wash
cars this weekend."

Di said, "We got nothing else going, unless ..."  She exchanged sharp 
glances with her cousin.  "What about your fancy-pants, Cy?"

The cousin shrugged.  Suddenly she giggled.  "Cade's a bird in hand."

Di grinned.  "All right, Cade, if you really want us."

He dropped the glass to the carpet.  His arms pulled both into his 
chest.  "Let's seal it with another three-way kiss."

The girls were even more enthusiastic.  Tongues laved mouths while Cy 
giggled nasally.  When they finally broke, Di licked her lips and said 
thoughtfully, "Beer tastes better in a man's mouth."


* * *


They lived in a dilapidated row house on the edge of downtown.  The 
street had little traffic at this hour.  The corner lamps were already 
glowing.

"Right here," directed Di from the front seat.

He pulled in behind a large public bus and glanced around.  The 
neighborhood was faintly menacing with trashcans standing on the 
sidewalk.  

"That's convenient," he said, "Right in front of a bus stop.  Will you 
be long?"

"Just to get what we need," Di answered.  "We'll clean up at your place,
okay?"

"Sure.  You can use both bathrooms."

"Two bathrooms!" breathed Cy.

He locked the car nervously behind them as the bus pulled away, but when
the women had scampered up the front stairs and entered the building, no
other person was in sight, either straight ahead or in the rear-view 
mirror.

He sighed heavily and thought, You crazy coot.  Did you see them run up
those stairs?  What're you going to do with such energetic girls for a 
whole weekend -- teach them tiddly-winks?

He shook his head and asked whimsically, "Can you buy Viagra without a 
prescription?"  Maybe a good meal would maintain his stamina.

The three-way kiss was an interesting phenomenon.  The suction was 
definitely more powerful and the third squirming tongue more 
stimulating.  He had never forgotten enjoying it with the eager sisters.
Now fate had presented a new opportunity!  Thirty years earlier the 
women had unquestionably been in charge -- not that he had objected to 
their demands!  Now control was reversed: the girls were the complaisant
ones.  His cock was bound to fail, but maybe they'd give him "Wows!" at
the art museum or a concert or a stage play.  Hadn't he noticed an ad 
for a jazz concert Saturday night?

He was mentally charting a schedule of exciting events interspersed with
three-way fucks when the passenger door handle popped.  The girls had 
returned, each bearing in addition to her bulging canvas bag a plastic 
grocery bag stuffed with clothing.

He unlocked the doors and noted when they flew open, "You really didn't
take long!"

Cy giggled, sliding into the backseat.  "Surprised you, huh?"

"We're hungry," explained Di.

"Then buckle your seatbelts and let's go."

Pulling into slight traffic at the corner, he said to make conversation,
"You ladies share an apartment back there?"

"Yeah," said Di, after a moment adding, "but we can't afford it without
the guys."

"I see it's on the bus line."

"That wasn't the important thing.  Hollyhoke is right around the 
corner."

He had already passed the next street.  "No kidding!"

"The Riverdale office."

"I see.  So you could walk to work?"

"Yeah.  It was a nice set up."

He mused, "Riverdale is closing."

"They told us."

"That's too bad."  He cleared his throat and smiled around at them.  
"Let's see if we can forget our troubles and have fun."

Cy giggled in the backseat.

Di said, as if surprised, "You got troubles too?"

"Starting with a board of directors that ought to be committed.  
Everyone has troubles unless he's dead."  He smiled at her reflection.
"With you ladies' help I mean to forget them all for a few hours."

Di squeezed his thigh.  "Oh, we'll sure help you, Cade, but we ain't 
ladies."

"Yes, you are -- my favorite kind!"


* * *


They insisted on sharing the same bathroom, beginning by taking their 
showers together.  He thought of joining them but decided doing so would
only insert further delay -- and he had skipped lunch.  So he sent them
upstairs while he applied his waterproof shaver in the downstairs shower
and dressed casually in an open-collared shirt and sports jacket.  In 
the living room he turned on the TV news to await them, but they soon 
bounced down the stairs.

"Fast again!" he exclaimed, smiling at them.  They wore frilly blouses 
and tight slacks with plunging vests that emphasized their breasts while
revealing little.  The ponytail clips were gone and their hair fell 
below their shoulders in tidy waves.  Low-heeled patent leather flats 
encased their feet.  The canvas bags had been exchanged for small 
purses.  They struck grinning hip-shot poses.

"We're about out of make up," Di explained.  "Do we pass?  This is what
we wore at Hollyhoke."

"You're lovely!  Are you sure you girls aren't identical twins?"

"Her mom was my mom's sister.  We might've had the same dad."

"Yes, I think you might've.  You're both outstanding."  He leered at 
them.  "I suppose another three-way would ruin your makeup."

Di ducked her head at him.  "Can it wait till after we eat?"

He took a breath and grinned.  "I'd rather kiss you two than eat, but 
since we're all hungry ...  Let's go!"

In the car Di leaned forward from the backseat and rested her elbows on
his seatback to watch the traffic.  "Where we going?"

"To a club I know.  It's called _Pegasus_."  Cade chuckled.  "I once 
asked the maitre-de if he offered flying horse."

"'Flying horse?'" Cy repeated.

He glanced at her.  "You know: really high heroin."

She looked blank but Di chuckled and explained to Cy, "Pegasus was a 
flying horse," adding, "we wouldn't know high horse from low."

He said, "I'm pleased to hear that.  Horse can mess you up."

"You tried it, Cade?"

"No.  My son did.  The Pegasus has a pretty good menu and a band on 
Friday nights.  You girls dance?"

"Some," said Di.  "Slick and Tuck didn't go for it much.  Do you?"

"Nothing too fast.  I'd love to get you beauties on the dance floor."

Her tongue stroked his earlobe.  He shivered.

Cy asked seriously, "Can we do a three-way dance like we do a kiss?"

"With a slow two-step?" Cade conjectured.  "God, imagine that -- bellies
rubbing together!"

"Oh, wow!" murmured Cy through a giggle.  Di licked his ear again and 
said, "You wouldn't dare."

"Wouldn't I?  Sure don't want to leave one of you for some other guy to
pick up."

They both giggled thoughtfully.

Di said, "I really like your aftershave, Cade."

"Thank you.  I think we'll have a ball."

"Oh, yeah!" they agreed together.


END OF PART 1
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