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


Part 2

On a Friday evening _Club Pegasus_ was hopping.  Cade grumbled at a sign
announcing _No Valet Parking_ and followed the arrow into an adjacent 
parking garage.  Returning to the club entrance, they found people 
standing or sitting on benches, waiting with numbered chits for a table.
Cade led his women to the hostess watching from behind her rostrum.

She said, "Do you have a reservation, sir?"

"Two Jacksons for three."  He extended a hand with two twenties folded 
in the palm.  She glanced at it but looked up.

"Jackson?"

"President Jackson.  His picture is engraved on the reservations."

"Huh?  Oh.  Oh, yes, of course."

She smiled and shook his hand.  The money clung to her as she withdrew.
Gathering up three menus, she said, "Right this way, sir."

He sat between them, using three sides of the small table, lit by a 
center bulb with a glazed shade.  Noisy diners surrounded them.  
At the back of the large room rose a stage for the band, not yet in 
place, beyond a floor left open for dancers.

"How'd we get in so fast?" asked Cy on his left.  "This joint is really
full!"

"Didn't you see?" said Di.  "He bribed the girl that let us in."

Cy's eyes enlarged.  "You didn't, did you?"

He grinned.  "I guess you could call it that.  I don't like to wait."

"Didn't know you could do that," Cy said in wonder.

When the waiter appeared, all three ordered beer.

"I'm hungry," said Di, opening her menu.  "What can we eat, Cade?"

"Whatever strikes your fancy.  If you're hungry they have a twelve-ounce
sirloin that ought to fill you up."

Cy said, "Wow, this place ain't cheap!"

He chuckled.  "It's my treat, you know."

"Cade, you're sweet to us."

"It works both ways."

"Oh, yeah!" she agreed, smiling at him.  Her eyes gleamed.

When the waiter returned with their beverages, all three ordered steak.
While they waited, sipping their beer, Cade grinned at them.  "You look
great, both of you -- bright eyed and sleek!  I'm enjoying showing you 
off."

"Thank you," said Cy, smiling with pleasure.

Di glanced around but her gaze did not linger.  "They gotta have lots of
money."

"More'n we do, that's for sure!" agreed her cousin.

He sniffed.  "Maybe, but they don't look any better than you."

Di shook her head.  "I'm thinking of the prices on the menu."

Cy regarded him shyly.  "Are you rich, Cade?"

He grinned.  "Enough to take two beauties to the _Club Pegasus_."

"That's rich enough for us," declared Cy.

"Oh, yeah!" agreed Di.  "You're so fine, Cade."  Her hand fell upon his
on the tablecloth.

"Thanks."  He chuckled.  "I believe it's the first time I was ever 
accused of that -- whichever way you mean it."

"I mean it both ways."

Cy blinked.  "Both ways?"

"Hot and good," explained Di.

"Oh."  She giggled.  "Oh, yeah!"

Having ordered house specials, they obtained the fast service that Cade
had expected, even on such a busy night.  When the food arrived, the 
girls dived into it too earnestly for conversation.  Half their large 
steaks soon vanished.

Cade observed with a chuckle, "It seems you truly _were_ hungry!"

"Umm," admitted Di, while Cy giggled nasally.

In fact they nearly cleaned their platters, ravaging their baked 
potatoes, leaving only some of the too-crisp vegetable sides.  He was 
still picking at his steak when they leaned back from the table, patted
lips with napkins and sighed gustily.

Noticing his smile, Di said, "I guess you think we're pigs, but the
truth is we ain't ate much lately."

"One reason I come here is for their special steak sauce.  I gather you
like it too."

"Really tasty meat!"

"We love the taste of meat," said Cy.  She giggled.  "Even the kind you
can't chew."

Di's eyes twinkled.  "We don't ever get enough."

"May I order you another steak?  Or would you like dessert?"

"I'm full," Cy declared.

Di chuckled.  "I mean we could eat meat all day."

He grinned and repeated, "Even the kind you can't chew?"

"Especially that kind."

"She means willies," Cy said dreamily.  "We love licking on 'em."

He blinked.  "Surely not for the taste!"

"They feel good in your mouth too," said Di.

"Ain't nothing nicer," Cy asserted.

He looked from one to the other.  "What I love is your frankness."

Cy giggled.  "What's the matter -- ain't we supposed to mention 
willies?"

Di laughed.  "In a restaurant?"

"I've met few girls who'll mention them _anywhere_."

"Why not?" said Di.  "They're so interesting."

"I guess some women think so.  My ex once admitted they're 
fascinating."

"Oh, yeah!" Cy agreed.

"We love to talk about 'em," said Di.  "You know: to compare them.  
Every one is different."

He grinned.  "All right, if you want to talk about them, when did you 
see your first one?"

They looked at each other and both giggled.  Di said, "We don't 
remember."

He blinked.  "You really don't?"

Di said, "I read somewhere that most people can't remember what happened
to them before they were three years old.  We both saw our first one 
before that.  First tasted jizz too."

"You're kidding me!  How did that happen?"

Di's expression grew serious.  "We're trailer trash, Cade.  That is, we
_were_."

"Really?  You mean you were raised together?"

"Not exactly.  We were born and grew up in the same trailer park, in 
side-by-side trailers.  Cy's brother, Chester, baby-sat us for our moms
to work.  He ... did what he wanted with us."

Cade stared at her.  "God!  I can imagine --  Wait a minute!  That's who
you meant about learning to like the taste."

"Right.  Cy's brother.  She got to taste it even more than I did."

Cy said quietly, "He was twelve when I was born.  When I was six months
old he took over: fed me baby food, cleaned my butt and let me suck his
willy.  Or so he claimed, and I'm sure it's the truth.  Willy was his 
word for it.  Di was born four months after me.  It wasn't long before 
her mom brought her over in the morning for Chester to watch.  For seven
years we sucked on him just about every day."

Di added, "He was a horny one.  He could come three or four times a 
day."

"What happened after seven years?"

Di sighed and shook her head.  "They put him in jail.  One of mom's 
boyfriends caught him fucking us up the ass."

"At age seven?  You've got to be kidding!"

"No, we ain't.  Actually Cy was eight."

Cade shook his head.  "That was a good while ago.  Where is he now?"

"Dead.  They killed him in jail."

"Good god!  That's ... that's terrible."

"It was for him.  He was a pretty boy.  They raped him first."

"For you too, I think."

Cy raised her chin.  "He didn't hurt us."

"Are you sure?"

Di said, "We loved him."

"Huh!  I can't believe he started anal sex when you were babies."

"Well, no.  We were five."

"Five!  When did he take you vaginally?"

"He didn't.  The butch that taught him to fuck said he'd get in trouble
if he ripped our cherries."

"So he had an older coach, did he?  Who was it?"

Di shrugged.  "Marsha, the butter-face that stayed with my mom."

"She knew what he was doing?"

"Oh, yeah.  When she was around, he'd fuck her in front of us.  She 
liked us to fist her."

"Good god!  How old was she?"

"Forty-something."

"Why did you call her 'butter-face?'"

Di grinned.  "It's slang.  She had a nice bod' but her face ..."

Cy laughed at his expression.

He shook his head.  "What a childhood!  I suspect it's for the best your
brother lost control of you."

"Why do you say that?" demanded Cy with a frown.

Di declared, "If he'd been around, we wouldn't've got in so much trouble
at school."

"Trouble with boys?"

"And the men teachers."

"I ... see.  You expected them all to behave like Cy's brother."

Di giggled.  "And mostly they did too."

"The older ones," Cy added.

"When did you begin to have vaginal sex?"

Di answered.  "When we were nine."

"My god!  What happened to you?  How'd you avoid pregnancy?"

"When we were eleven, the county took us away, put us in an orphanage 
for girls.  After that we didn't get much real fucking until they had to
let us go at eighteen.  They taught us to use computers.  We got jobs, 
took up with Slick and Tuck and went on the pill."

"And you still are, I hope."

"Yeah.  Maybe we can even afford to buy some more."

The waiter arrived to take their plates, asking, "Will you be staying to
dance?"

"Yes," said Cade.  "Bring us three brandies, please, the house brand, 
along with the check."

The waiter bowed and departed.  Di's eyebrows rose.  "The 'house brand,'
Cade?"

"Do you love brandy?"

"No!"

"I don't either.  It'll give us something to sip.  Otherwise they'd want
this table on a night like tonight."

"The band's coming in," said Cy.

They watched as band members took seats and tuned up on the little 
stage.  Cade remarked, "You said your boyfriends didn't care for 
dancing."

"They'd do a two-step," Di admitted.

"Not too often," added Cy with a sniff.

He grinned.  "That's what I have in mind: a two-step for three."

"That might be fun," said Cy, eyes sparkling.

"I hope you two can conceal my hard-on."

Di giggled.  "Want me to put my hand in your pants and hold it up?"

"Up?  How would that --"

"Against your belly."

He laughed.  "Guess we'll have to play it by ear."

"Oh, yeah, 'by ear!'"

Cy's eyes sparkled.  "If we gonna kneel at you ..."

He snorted.  "I even believe you'd be game for it!  But no, we'll 
restrain ourselves to a sedate two-step."

The keyboardist began a slow drumbeat and soon added a polyphonic 
background into which the saxophonist stepped with a melody unfamiliar 
to Cade.  But both girls' eyes lit.

"Oh," cried Cy, "that's _Minnesota April_ -- so romantic!"

Di said hopefully, "We could two-step to that."

Couples were moving onto the dance floor.  Cade rose to his feet and 
bowed.  "Ladies, may I have this dance?"

"Oh, yeah!" they breathed, rising to join him.  With his arms each 
around a slim waist he propelled them onto the floor, where they spun to
face him, cool arms encircling his neck.  He had expected some confusion
of feet, but they opened their legs to admit his.  When he shuffled left
and right, hardly lifting his shoes from the polished floor, they 
matched his rhythm instantly.

His arms remained around their backs.  Giggling, they leaned into him, 
compressing pubic pads against his upper thighs, bellies against his 
hips and breasts against his sides.

Gently he guided them into a turn, breathing, "Oh god, this is heaven!"

Di murmured close to his ear, "Still worried your willy'll get spotted?"

"Honey, I refuse to worry about anything."

The women added a slight, rhythmic curtsey to their movement, having 
clamped his legs between theirs.  He realized they were stretching their
vulvas against his thighs.

"Ooo, Cade!" Cy whispered dreamily.  "This is so much fun!"

"I know what you're doing."

Di giggled.  "But you don't care."

"I'm trying to imagine how it feels.  Give me a kiss, both of you."

Their mouths sought his eagerly.  He squeezed them against him and 
answered their tongues.

"Mmm," moaned Cy nasally.  She stumbled but his arm supported her.  Her
legs gripped his.  Their shuffling dance ceased.

When their mouths finally separated, he sighed and resumed the dance 
with a slow twirl.  Glancing around, he noted sly grins on other faces.
Someone's hand caught his firm erection and compressed it through his 
clothing.  Cy trembled.

He murmured, "Di, that must be you squeezing my dick.  I think Cy's 
coming."

Di giggled.  "I'm -- what'd you say? -- _concealing_ it."  A bit later 
she added, "Gives me an idea how to make clothes that would cover up 
fucking on the dance floor."

He considered it.  "Most women are too short for that."

"So they'd need elevator shoes."

Both laughed.  Cy nuzzled his neck, still moaning softly.

He felt a blow on his shoulder and quickly turned toward it.  A tall and
husky young man stood close, smiling confidently.  He said, "How 'bout 
sharing the wealth, buddy?"

Both women looked up.  Cade said, "Sorry.  This is a private party."

"Oh, yeah?  How you gonna take care of them both?"

Cade managed a grin.  "That's my problem."

The man lost his smile and said enigmatically, "Might be more than you 
think."

Cade slid the women into an opening among the other dancers, twirling 
them so that he faced the intruder.  After glaring a moment, the young 
man turned away.

Di was watching over her shoulder.  Cade said, "Did you like his looks?"

"Huh?"  Her face snapped back to press his shoulder.  "I like _your_ 
looks."

"Me too," added Cy.

Di continued.  "Think we've seen him before."

"A john?"

"What?  Oh.  No, if we did, it was with Slick and Tuck."

"How did _they_ like guys cutting in?"

"They laughed at the ones that tried.  Of course, they were bigger than
you."

"Really?  I'm five-eleven."

"Both were over six feet."

He nodded morosely.  "Each generation gets taller."

Di said stoutly, "You're tall enough for us -- in every way."

"You girls really are the greatest."

The music stopped briefly and resumed with a much faster beat.  Cade 
chuckled.  "Guess we need to sit this one out."

The girls released him and spun to his sides.  Eyes twinkling over her 
shoulder, Di positioned her buttocks against his restored erection.

He said into her ear, "For concealment, right?"

"And 'cause I like to feel it."

Grinning, he started them towards their table.

The adjacent man and woman had separated and begun to sway in opposite 
directions, bouncing their fists.  They froze suddenly.  The man said 
loudly, "Hey, come on!  We want to see how _three_ booties shake 
together."

"Yeah, show us!" cried people all around them.

"Thank you," Cade responded, raising his voice, "but we need practice 
for that."

Standing beside their table, Cade sighed loudly.  "God, I don't even 
know the _name_ of this dance!"

Di giggled.  "It's about what that guy said: 'Booty Shaking.'"

Cy turned and pressed her breasts against him.  "I wanta bounce."

He shook his head.  "Like I said, we need practice to --"

"I mean bounce out of here."

"What's the rush?" Di said.  "They'll play another slow one soon."

Cy's arm slipped around his back.  Her lips nuzzled his neck.  She 
murmured, "Let's go back to your place."

"To practice?" said Di.

"To fuck."

He chuckled towards Di.  "You agree?"

Di regarded her cousin before grinning at him.  "You've turned her on.
Yeah, let's go."

The women retrieved their purses while he laid currency atop the check,
all secured under a brandy snifter.  He led the way among the crowded 
tables with a woman on each arm.  The parking garage entrance was at the
end of the block along a dark sidewalk.  They clung to him possessively,
heads bent over his shoulders.

Cy said, "I loved that place.  Let's do come back, Cade."

Di added, "After we learn to dance fast."

"Slow's fine too," was Cy's opinion.  "Ooo!  I can't wait to get back in
..."

Her voice trailed off.  Ahead of them two figures had stepped out of an
alley between the buildings.  Both were tall, well-built men, dressed 
casually in shirts and slacks.  He stopped as they drew near.  The women
released him.  Cade recognized one as the man who had intruded on their
dancing.

"Look here, Jack," said that one in a sneering tone.  "It's the fop with
the extra chick.  Gonna let me cut in now, old man?"

Cade's hackles rose.  "We're not dancing."

The young man stepped within arm's reach and shoved Cade by both hands 
to the chest, declaring with a chuckle added to the sneer, "Sure we 
are!"

Cade staggered back but kept his balance.  He leaned forward, fists 
closing, preparing to fight despite his total lack of training or skill.
Adrenaline flooded him painfully.

His attacker ignored him and clutched Di's upper arm.  "Come on, you 
sweet chick.  I'll show you an O face you can't get with that old creep.
Jack'll take care of your boo."

The light, mostly emanating from the club marquee half a block behind 
them, was bright enough for Cade's eyes to register what happened next,
though perhaps not enough to anticipate it.  Dropping her purse, Di 
rotated enough to snatch her arm free, then turned sharply back.  Her 
opposite hand enclosed the fist on that arm and augmented its force as 
she drove that elbow into the man's throat.  He went over backwards, 
body stretched on the sidewalk, hands rising to his head.

His partner, Jack, stared down at him, mouth falling open.  Cy toed off
her flats and whirled.  A long, trouser-clad leg stretched out and a 
bare foot flashed around, heel impacting the side of Jack's head with an
audible thud.  Jack collapsed sideways across the body already down.

Cy slipped feet back into shoes.  Di snatched up her purse.  Each girl 
took one of Cade's arms and led him around the bodies.  Between them he
stumbled into the parking garage.

"I ... I, uh ... what ..."

"It's okay," said Di, her soprano softened.  "We're doing spiffy, Cade."

"I ...  Good god!  That was ...  I never saw anything like it!"

Cy giggled.

"Where'd we park?" asked Di.  "Wasn't it down this row?"

"The next one," Cy corrected.

Approaching his car, Cade took out the keys.  "Can you girls drive?  I'm
a little shaky."

Di shook her head.  "We got no license, Cade."

"But can you drive?"

"Slick and Tuck liked motorcycles."

"Martial arts experts who can't drive a car?  I don't believe it!"

"It's true," said Cy, looking away.

Using the button on his keychain, he unlocked the car and they piled in.
On the third try he managed to fit key into ignition.  Could women hit 
hard enough for men to stay down?  With the engine started, he scratched
out of the stall and barely remembered to stop at the exit and pay.  On
the street he turned in the direction away from _Club Pegasus_.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed, breathing a sigh of relief.

Di, in the shotgun seat, rubbed his upper arm.  She studied his face in
the shifting light and said, her soprano anxious, "I hope we ain't too 
buffy for you, Cade."

He chuckled nervously and took a deep breath.  "You're not too 
_anything_ for me, ladies, except that maybe we don't quite speak the 
same language.  Does 'buffy' mean _tough_?"

"Sort of, you know, like _Buffy, the Vampire Slayer_."

"Who?"

"From a TV show."

He grunted.  "I don't dig my son's talk either.  Tell me, did you 
understand everything that guy said back there?"

"I guess."

"He called me a fop.  What's that?"

Di was silent.

He added, "I already know it's not a compliment."

She sighed.  "It's a three letter acronym: F O P, for fucking old 
person."

"That's me," he said bitterly.

Cy said throatily from the backseat, "And you fuck real good."

"Thank you.  What's that O-face he promised to give Di?"

"It means coming."

"The face you make," added Di, "in an orgasm."

"He offered a better one than the 'old creep.'"  Cade let his breath out
in a long sigh.  "I may be older but I was going to fight for you."

"We noticed," said Cy approvingly.

"They looked fit," countered Di.  "We sure didn't want you to get hurt."

"Hmph!  How did you girls learn to fight like that?"

"There's a dojo on our street.  For two years we went with Slick and 
Tuck like to church."

"I've heard of dojos.  They teach karate."

"And taekwondo."

He shook his head in awe.  "Good god!  You ladies get more and more 
amazing."

Di asked hesitantly, "Does it ... bother you, Cade?"

"Huh!  Remind me not to piss you off."

She sighed.  "We wouldn't've done it except we worried you'd get hurt."

"Then let's clear that up.  I'm sure you saved my brittle ass.  Thank 
you both from the bottom of my heart."

"Oh, Cade!" both women breathed together, a harmony of soprano and alto.
Di caressed his thigh.  Cy leaned forward from the backseat and kissed 
his neck.

He sighed.  "Wish we could do a three-way in the car."

Di giggled.  "You'd wreck for sure."

"It would almost be worth it."

He restrained himself.  When they had parked and entered his suite, he 
was feeling steadier.  Slamming the door with his heel, he pulled the 
women against himself.  "I won't wreck now."

This time the three-way kiss was more tender than lascivious.  Their 
arms were tight on his back and his hands cupped their heads, gently 
pressing their lips to his.  All three moaned appreciatively.

When their faces parted, he said with feeling, "Thank you ladies for the
most interesting -- the best evening I've had in a long time."

"It ain't over yet," retorted Di's soprano.  Her hands opened his belt,
dropped his pants and attacked his shirt buttons.

Cy fell to her knees on the carpet and slurped up the flaccid cock, 
mouth working enthusiastically.  Having pulled the T-shirt over his 
head, Di stepped back and quickly removed her own clothing.  Nude, she 
sank to her own knees, leaned forward and took the rising manhood away 
from her cousin.  Cy rose and stripped likewise until masculine and 
feminine clothing was strewn along the couch.  Again she knelt and 
recaptured the cock, sucking it forcefully into her throat.

Di grinned up at him.  "You're right."

He trembled.  "About what?"

"Too bad you don't have two of them.  At least you've got two of these."
Her hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently.  She leaned closer and 
sucked half the sac into her mouth.

He endured the dual attention briefly before caressing the bobbing 
heads.  "Let's get in the bed.  I want to taste you too."

He arranged them side-by-side on their backs in the huge bed and 
approaching from the head, careful with his knees, clambered atop them,
head to foot.  After inserting a firmly revived cock into Cy's mouth, he
sprawled forward across both torsos to lave her cousin's swollen pussy.
When Di had groaned to a mild climax, he transferred to her mouth and 
Cy's pussy, transferring again when Cy responded in kind.  In this way 
he spent several blissful minutes tasting both women.

Finally he turned around, caught Di's arms and rolled on his back, 
pulling her atop him.  She guided their connection and began to roll her
hips forward and back, grunting with renewed feeling.  At first Cy lay 
where he had left her, massaging her clit with the heel of one hand.  
Then she twisted around between his legs, gently removed the plunging 
cock from her cousin and sucked it avidly.

Di opened her eyes and grinned down at Cade.  He chuckled.  "It's 
wonderful the way you girls share."

She said, "We think it's wonderful you can keep it up."

"Huh!  With red-hot numbers such as you two?"

She shook her head, still grinning.  "Want to bet it don't last the 
weekend?"

He laughed.  "I'll bet Cy's tongue could revive it."

"That's a sucker bet, Cade.  But don't worry: long as it's a willy, 
we'll suck it, soft or hard."

He felt Cy transfer his cock back into her cousin's vagina.  Di's hips 
hooked it home with a sigh.

Cy's head appeared around a cousinly thigh, eyes twinkling.  Obviously 
she wanted to join the conversation.  She said, "Some ways it's real 
good soft."

"How?" he said.  "It won't stay in your pussy."

"Then you can get a real mouthful: balls and all."

Di said dreamily, "When it's soft you can get balls and all in your 
pussy too.  Just be careful you don't hurt him."

"Oh, yeah," Cy agreed.  "But I'd sooner have a mouthful."

"Oh, god!" Di exclaimed.  Her body froze except for a powerful shudder.
"Fuck me hard, fuck me hard!"

Cade pumped himself into her.  He felt fingers fluttering around the 
junction, working his scrotum.  Suddenly his own pleasure spiked.

"Hey, you're coming!" declared Cy.

When Di fell forward enough to disconnect them, Cy immediately slurped 
up the still dribbling cock.  She hummed appreciatively.  Di lay 
collapsed upon the panting man's chest, her head over his shoulder.  She
turned it enough to lick his ear.

Cy held him in her mouth, sucking gently, tongue touching the urethral 
eye, extending the thrill.  He moaned.  "Oh, god, my sweet ladies -- I 
don't think I was ever so well fucked."

"How about your three-way kissing sisters?" asked Di.

"That was thirty years ago.  For sure they didn't love to suck cocks 
like you two!"

Di giggled slightly.  "What'd they do when you came off?"

He delved the memory.  "Left me alone to generate more juice."

"After a stud comes can be the sweetest time."

"You think so?"

"Your willy's still thrilling, ain't it?"

"Well, yeah, thanks to Cy -- and her brother's upbringing."

"Me, too."  She hitched herself around and pressed a hard nipple against
his lips.  "Suck that and think about the wet pussy on your belly."

"Mm-mmm!"

She giggled, pleased with his continuing enthusiasm.  Behind her Cy 
added a nasal giggle of her own.

Later he was dimly aware of the women rearranging their bodies against 
his and pulling a blanket over all three.  Still later he awoke to see 
light behind the window drapes.  The LED clock showed 6:48.  The women 
had rolled off him and lay asleep on their backs at either side.  Cy --
yes, Cy -- was snoring lightly.  Rolling his head side to side, he 
determined that the principle difference in their profiles was Cy's 
slightly more prominent nose.

He tried to arise without disturbing them, but Cy's snoring ceased and 
Di sat up after he slipped off the foot of the bed.

"Good morning," he said with a smile.

"Ulp."  She fisted her eyes.

"There's an IHOP around the corner.  Let's go get some breakfast."

"Ulp!"

"Soon as you two wake up."  Laughing, he went into the bathroom and 
began a shower.  They soon joined him.  The threesome spent a happy ten
minutes scrubbing each others' bodies with especial attention to 
genitals and breasts.  As expected, his cock erected painfully.  When 
they had dried off from the shower, he pulled them against himself for 
another three-way kiss.

After they broke Di took a deep breath and said wonderingly, "I'm 
starting to love this too."

"So'm I," Cy averred.  She chuckled deep in her throat and regarded her
cousin archly.  "Guess we're half queer."

"At least," said Di.

He said, "All I know is, you sure are compatible."

"To this."  Di's hand closed on his cock.  "Uh-oh!  Is it sore?"

"Unaccustomed exercise," he explained, flinching, "but it will recover."

"We need to talk about bikes," said Di with a laugh.

"Bikes?"

"You know: motorcycles.  When we wore out Slick and Tuck, that's what 
they talked about."

"I've got a better idea.  Let's get dressed and go to IHOP."

The girls' eyes brightened and they squealed with pleasure.  "We _love_
pancakes!" declared Di.  "Soaked in strawberry syrup," added Cy.

Because the spring morning was cool, they wore casual slacks instead of
shorts.  The restaurant was crowded and noisy.  The hostess conducted 
them to a table in the corner where they could speak with an illusion of
privacy if they kept their heads bent close.

When the food was delivered, Cy did indeed soak her pancakes.  The women
ate with last night's gusto.  His own appetite was stronger than usual.

Sipping his refreshed coffee, Cade said, "I've been thinking."

Di regarded him with interest.  "What we can do next besides fuck?"

"Sort of like that.  First I want to know more about you ladies."

Cy giggled.  "Ain't much left to learn, Cade."

Di grinned.  "We do got one more hole."

"Not for breakfast, thank you.  I'm curious.  You lived with Slick and 
Tuck for about two years, right?  How'd you take up with them?"

"The orphanage got us jobs at Hollyhoke.  We met Slick and Tuck the 
first week -- in the parking lot.  It was kind of funny."

"Tell me."

"They bling-blinged some wheelies, only Tuck --"

"'Bling-blinged?'"

"You know: showed off by doing wheelies -- making the front wheel rare 
up like a horse."

"I know about wheelies."

"Only Tuck tried it with one hand.  He went over the handlebars and his
Harley fell on him."

"Hurt him, did it?"

"Not so bad a blowjob couldn't fix it."

Cade nodded appreciatively.  "That would be powerful consolation!"

"They'd been on the job long enough to rent the apartment.  We went home
with them and stuck."

"I'm sure they enjoyed your attention.  Ever think about marriage?"

"Not really.  It was too much fun."

"But you stuck for two years.  Were you faithful?"

"As much as they wanted us to be."

"How much was that?"

She hesitated then shrugged.  "Except a few times at parties."

"When you were drunk?"

"When they were."

He chuckled.  "I see.  Then ... you were laid off two weeks ago?"

"Yeah."

"And decided on prostitution as your new line?"

"Not at first.  These days fast food joints are the only ones that'll 
even talk to you.  But you can't live on that unless you're living 
_with_ somebody."

He nodded.  "So how many johns have you served on your new job?"

"Johns?" asked Cy.  "Why not Toms or Harrys?"

"He means who'e-hoppers," said Di.  "Cade, we're just getting started."

"How many?"

She bit her lip, saying finally, "We ain't figured out how to 
advertise."

"How many?"

She sighed.  "Just you."  Both women studied him narrowly.

He chuckled.  "What's the matter?"

Di said, "Guess you think we ain't much."

He sniffed.  "I've already told you: I think you're the greatest.  And 
I'm tickled to be your first."

"You are?" 

He nodded.  "Oh, yes.  You said you were data entry clerks for 
Hollyhoke.  That's all you did there for two years?"

Di said, "We got raises at the first of the year."

"Who was your boss?"

"Old lady Webber.  She worked for the regional comptroller."

Cy said, "She got laid off too."

"What kind of data did you deal with?"

"Anything on paper," said Di, "like snail-mail invoices.  Also 
inventory."

"Inventory?"

"Yeah.  Verifying it.  We went to warehouses in several states."

"So you're familiar with business travel.  Good experience."  He wiped 
his mouth with a napkin.  "You ladies had enough?"

"Enough _food_," said Di with a leer.

"But not enough willy, is that right?"

Cy giggled and wiggled her tongue at him.

He chuckled, laying a tip on the table.  "Then let's go get you some 
more willy."

Traffic was light at that hour on a Saturday.  Cy, in the shotgun seat,
stroked his thigh and said, "Do you have to sit so close under the 
steering wheel?"

"If I ran the seat farther back I'd have to drive with my tiptoes."

She sighed.  "Guess that's one advantage of bikes."

"What advantage?"

"You can lean around your stud's hip and suck his willy."

Cade barked a laugh.  "I can't believe you did that!"

"Why not, on a back road?"

Di added, "'Specially at night."

He studied her in the mirror.  "You've both done it?"

"Every chance we got," Cy declared.

Di sniffed.  "Every chance _you_ got.  But I've done it too.  Slick 
didn't let Tuck get far ahead of him."

"Slick and Di, Tuck and Cy.  That's how it was?"

"Most of the time," Di answered.

"Oh?  Did you swap?"

"Once in a while.  Or did a sandwich."

"You mean ...  No kidding!"

"We tried just about everything.  The studs got along as good as us 
girls."

"I'm sure.  But god, I love that sharing attitude!"

They giggled.  Di leaned forward and kissed his neck.  "You really do 
like us, Cade, despite all that?"

"I really do -- a lot because of 'all that.'"

"Even the way we were raised?"

"That's a major part of your charm.  It was unique."

Cy said, "Slick and Tuck didn't want us to talk about that."

"I'm glad you're out from under their thumbs."

Both women sniffed.  "It ain't their thumbs we miss."

He chuckled but said seriously, "Though you ought to keep on at the 
dojo."

Di declared, "We can't afford it."

"You might be surprised."

They were hardly in the suite before the women turned to him for a wet 
and lengthy three-way kiss.  When at last they broke, breasts and 
bellies continued to press him.

Di said, "In case you're wondering, we love a three-way too."

He felt hands opening his britches but made no effort to identify whose.
"I think that's part of that sharing attitude I mentioned."

"More than that: double the suction is such a strong kiss!  It makes our
pussies tingle."

"You've talked it over!"

"Didn't have to.  We can sort of tell what the other's thinking.  
Chester said we should've been twins."

Trousers and underpants descended to his knees.  A hand fondled the 
thickening cock.

"Still sore?" asked Cy.

"Who cares?"

"I'll be careful."

Resuming the discussion with Di, he said, "Chester?  Oh yeah, Cy's 
brother."  He shook his head.  "I still can't imagine him sticking his 
dick in your baby mouths."

"Why not?  He didn't have a full-size one when he started."

Cy dropped to her knees on the carpet and enclosed her objective with 
gentle suction.

"God!" he cried at the sudden thrill.

"Well, he didn't!" Di argued, perhaps misunderstanding his exclamation.
"He was only twelve."  She backed away as her fingers undid his shirt
buttons.

"I don't mean he _couldn't_.  My trouble is that he _would_.  Twelve 
years old!"

Di grinned.  "You don't think twelve year old boys'll do that?"

"It would never have occurred to me at twelve."

"I'm sure Marsha gave him the idea.  She was around a lot.  Liked to 
watch us suck his willy."

She pulled his shirt off his shoulders.  He raised his arms so that she
could remove his T-shirt.

"And you loved to do it, both of you.  Let me ask you: in general terms
did you enjoy your childhood?"

"We both did.  It was super crunk until we went to the orphanage."  She
sniffed his armpit.  "We'd like you better if you'd quit with the 
deodorant."

"The board wouldn't, but thanks for the tip.  What do you mean, 'super 
crunk?'"

"You know: really fun."

He grunted.  "Do you know where I can find a slang dictionary?"

"How 'bout Cy and me?"

"Pillow dictionaries?"

"Hey, I like that!  What 'board?'"

"My intransigent board of directors.  Deodorant is very important in the
board room.  Now it's your turn."  He toed off his shoes and naked 
except for socks, spun her around to undo the buttons behind her blouse.
Cy's head had begun to bob, stroking the length of his shaft.  Little 
soreness remained.

Di said, "Men don't like the way they smell?"

"Not much.  But deodorant was invented for women.  They're the ones who
hate each other's odor.  A 'super crunk' childhood, was it?  You and Cy
would make a case in favor of pedophilia."

"'Pedo --  Oh.  I don't know."  She paused while her blouse and 
brassiere sailed off.  "Martha didn't fuck us herself.  She fucked 
Chester."

"Both of them were still pedos.  Every pedo victim I ever heard of, 
except you two, claimed to be damaged goods."  He chuckled, helping her
shed the tight slacks.  "Maybe somebody takes care that's the only kind
you hear about."

"Yeah.  The ones that want the attention."

He pulled her back against him, one hand rippling her breasts.  Two 
fingers of the other worked into the moist pussy while his thumb stroked
her clit.

"Ooo, Cade!" she murmured with a shiver.

After a moment's indulgence, he said, "Let's get Cy naked and jump into
the big bed.  But I want to talk to you a lot more after our morning 
fuck."

Di stooped and raised her cousin by the armpit.  "Let's go!  This 
morning he's gonna last."

On the bed he laid them side by side and beginning with Cy's, served the
pussies about half a minute each, fingers of the opposite hand embedded,
thumb to clit, stroking the one temporarily cockless.  As expected, Di 
climaxed in a few minutes.  Afterwards she curled on her side and helped
her cousin enjoy the man.  When he finally came, Cy forcibly extracted 
herself and captured the last dribbles in her mouth.

The women separated.  He fell, panting, between them and pulled their 
heads onto his shoulders for a languid three-way kiss.

"Now this is paradise," he declared with a sigh when their mouths 
parted.

"The best-est," Cy agreed.

He grinned.  "Super crunk?"

"Oh yeah," said Di, adding with a smug grin, "I knew you'd last after 
yesterday."

"I want a coke," Cy announced.

"What's paradise without a coke?" he asked drolly.  "Bring us each one."

Cy returned with a tray holding three brandy snifters, each half full of
bubbling brown liquid, and the suggestion, "Let's sit back against the 
headboard."

"Very elegant," said Cade with a grin when he was in position.  He 
raised his glass.  "To us!"

The girls blinked at him.  "Come on.  Click your glasses against mine.
You've seen it in the movies.  That is, if you want to toast our 
companionship."

They smiled and nodded.  The three glasses clicked and they drank, 
following his lead.

"Now let's talk seriously.  You ladies have been studying martial arts 
for two years, right?"

"Almost," said Di.

"How good are you?"

They regarded each other.  Cy said, "She's the best.  She can even take
Slick two out of five _kata_."

"How good is that?  Don't they have something called _degrees_ -- black
belt, whatever?"

"Di is _shodan_.  She got it last month.  I'm still a brown."

"'Shodan?'"

"First degree black belt."

"How long would it take you to make, uh, shodan?"

Di answered for her.  "Not long if she took it seriously.  Instead of 
winning she tries to make their willies hard."

He chuckled.  "A worthy ambition, to be sure!"

Cy giggled.  "Thank you."

He cocked an eyebrow at her appraisingly.  "Apparently even a brown belt
can kick an enemy in the face."

Di shrugged.  "If he's an ignorant punk."

"Do you get a ... certificate with your black belt?"

"Sure."

He nodded as if scoring a point.  "What about guns.  You know anything 
about guns?"

Di said, "Slick and Tuck made us shoot their pistols."

"And clean them," added Cy dryly.

"What kind of pistols?"

"Old stuff: army .45s."

"How'd you do in the shooting?"

Di shrugged.  "We didn't hit much, but neither did they."

"At least you're not afraid of guns.  Or are you?"

"No, we ain't afraid.  You want us to shoot somebody, Cade?"

He grinned.  "Not necessarily.  Or to kick anybody.  But the fact that 
you _can_ ... is very interesting."

Di regarded him quizzically.  "More interesting than how we can fuck 
pretty good?"

"In a different way."  Suddenly he scooted to the foot and rose out of 
bed.  "We can't talk seriously in bed.  Let's go chat at the table."

The women sat up.  Di asked, "You want us to get dressed?"

"Suit yourself."  He grinned.  "But I sure don't mind looking at those 
lovely tits."

Cy giggled.  "I love how you talk, Cade."

They gathered around the kitchen table, still nude.  Cy split another 
coke can between the three snifters.

"Can you both cook?" he asked.

Di nodded.  "We can, but they ain't enough here to show you -- not even
eggs."

"We'll buy some groceries after a while."  He leaned back in his chair,
eyes shifting from one to the other.

"Have you ladies ever thought about what you want out of life?"

They both blinked.  "Well ..." Cy began.

Di grinned wryly.  "You ask all your who'es that, Cade?"

"No.  It's what I ask my direct reports."

"Your ... what?"  Di's eyes narrowed.

"I've got a serious proposition for you.  And I just might be your 
first and last john."

"'Serious?'" Di repeated.

"Very serious."  He seemed to be gathering his thoughts.  Suddenly he 
laughed.  "Ridiculous to do this naked, but in a way you can't get more
serious than that.  Wait here."

He rose to his feet and entered the bedroom.  The women looked at each 
other.  Cy said, "You got any idea?"

Di shrugged.

Cy said apprehensively, "You know what Martha said about propositions."

Di shook her head.  "Just wait.  Cade likes us."

He soon returned, unchanged except for two business cards in his hand, 
and gave one to each woman, who studied hers carefully.

Cy looked up.  "This is you?"

"Yes.  You've told me quite a bit about yourselves.  That tells you 
about me."

Di read from her card: "'Raymond Cade Hollyhoke / Chief Executive 
Officer / National Hollyhoke Incorporated.'  You ... you're the big boss
at Hollyhoke?"

Cy's eyes were huge.  "You're the one who laid us off!"

"Not exactly.  I still don't believe we had to close Riverdale and the 
other places, but the board overruled me.  Anyway, I want to make that 
right.  For you, at least.  I want you both to come back to work -- 
directly for me."

"Work?" cried Di.  "As datents?"

"On the books you'll be personal admins -- administrative assistants.  
In fact you'll do a lot of things for me."

"Like what?"

"In fact you'll be my live-in bodyguards, as well as valets, greeters, 
social companions."  His eyes softened.  "And lovers."

"'Social companions?'  We ain't fancy that way."

He waved a hand negligently.  "You'll learn all that."

Cy bit her lip.  "What for?  What's in it for us, Cade?"

"Let's see.  Some schooling.  You'll become proficient with guns and be
licensed to carry them.  Cy'll get her black belt.  At the other extreme
you'll both go to charm school for grammar and etiquette."

Di huffed, "'Charm school!'"

"To make you fancy, as you put it.  You're both pretty and you'll be 
beautiful when we get your teeth straightened."

They stared at him with their lips parted.

"What's in it for you?  How about a thousand a week each plus executive
medical?  Plus room and board.  I own a big townhouse in St. Louis.  
You'll get your own rooms there, but you'll live with me wherever I go."
He grinned.  "What's in it for me is an exclusive on our three-way 
kiss."

"Good god!" breathed Cy.  "You ain't kidding us?"

He shook his head.  "I said I was very serious and I am."

Di took a deep breath.  "Ain't this kind of sudden, Cade?"

He grinned.  "Yeah, it is -- after what suddenly happened last night.  
I've had some threats recently, especially after I told the board I'd 
sue if necessary for my contractual bonus.  I would've hired bodyguards 
anyway.  Now I've found two of proven competence who demonstrate other 
wonderful qualities as well."

He smiled at their astonishment.  "What do you say, ladies?  Can you 
stand being around me that much?"

Cy seemed to concentrate.  "We'll be your breezies -- like with Slick 
and Tuck?"

He chuckled slightly.  "I hope 'breezies' means mistresses.  You'll 
certainly be that but a lot more too.  You'll become a major part of my
life."

"And change ours completely," said Di.

"Perhaps.  Is that so bad?"

The women studied each other for a long moment before turning to him as
one.  "No," said Di, "it's not bad at all."  A bright smile lit both 
their faces.  Cy declared, "We'll love it!"

He shoved his chair back, stood up and extended his hands.  "Then let's
do our thing: seal it with a three-way kiss."

They rushed into his arms.


END
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