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Tgff, rom, spank, interracial, intergenerational, mild BDSM, Witchcraft
This story contains sex, full frontal nudity, bondage, SM, transsexuals,
lesbians and a few other things that might not be legal in your locale.
If you do not choose to read about this, or if it is illegal for you to
do so, do not read it. Skip it in its entirety. Avoid it at all costs.
However, if you wish to continue, you may find this isn't your typical
wank story. Each part has something of a plot, or at least a reason
for happening, and the whole story is filled with very much love and
romance, and a moderate amount of sex. Sorry, guys looking for typical
TG stories won't find this one real interesting. Tough. It is, however,
realistic. It's about me ("Jeannette" aka "Jean"), my fiancee Michelle
(aka Chelle), and another friend of mine, Rachel. None of this story
actually happened, and I've never met Rachel in real life, yet I've tried
to show us all realistically, as we might have done the events described.
I wrote most of this a year ago. It is my second-ever attempt at writing
anything serious. Once I finish it, I'll also post the first attempt,
which I call "Rewards." I call this one, "Us Three."
Enjoy.
Blessed Be
Jeannette
mswillow@nomorespam.juno.com
Oh, just because I'm sharing this with y'all doesn't mean that it's not
copyrighted. It is. However, I WILL let y'all make copies of it, ifn
you give me the credit (or assign me the blame) for having written it.
If you're making money off of it, that's great too. Hope you make a
big-assed pile of it, so you can roll around in it and retire forever,
and hire Bill Gates to lick your shoes clean for you. Just please keep
me as the author of this, ok? Thanks. Jeannette
Us Three copyright (c) 1997, 1998 Jeannette Cathy Wilson
Part Six
It had taken many months of overtime, but I finally had
enough spare cash to buy both my grrls a present. I decided
to spring it on them late in May, on a Saturday morning.
"Either of you two slug-a-beds want to go with me to the
store this afternoon?"
Rachel stirred first.
"Does that mean I have to get up? It's hardly past ten
yet."
"Yes, it does, love, I'll be out most of the afternoon,
looking for a few special things, and I'd really appreciate
having you both along."
"Why, where are we going?"
"Well, out clothes shopping, and I need help with a rental
trailer to pick something up."
That got their attention.
"Watcha getting?" asked Michelle, sitting up.
"A surprise for you both. Your last report cards were very
good, and I think it's time to get you both your Yule
gifts."
"Yule isn't for months," said Rachel.
"No, duh! Why are you buying them now, Jean?" asked
Michelle.
I adopted my Kung Fu look. "Have patience, grasshopper.
All will be revealed in time. Oh, and Michelle, please *do*
wear underwear today, ok?"
"You're no fun any more!", she pouted.
We piled into the car and headed for the rental place. The
grrls helped me hook the trailer up, wondering why we went
there first.
"Because we'll need this when we go get the clothes and
other stuff."
"Goddess, Jean, I know you're a clothes horse, but isn't
this a bit much?"
"Michelle, hush. All will be revealed in the fullness of
time."
"Does she always act like this?" I heard Rachel asking
Chelle.
"No, she must have forgotten her pills today or something."
They quit grumbling when I pulled up outside of the bike
shop.
"Oh, kewl!" Michelle pointed to a Ninja, drool already
running down her chin. A thousand ccs of crotch rocket,
just what any 18 year old grrl needs :)
We went inside, and the grrls immediately got that orgasmic
smile they always had when around bikes and leather. I
found the owner and let him know I was ready to take the
bikes.
"Oh, and we'll need gear, too. Three helmets, three sets of
leathers and at least one pair of chaps, boots, saddle bags,
and the shop manuals too."
"Any tools?"
"Only any special ones we might need for normal repairs. I
have a pretty good tool chest."
"OK, I'll have one of the salesmen help you while I see to
the bikes."
I went to find my grrlfriends.
"Hey you two, c'mon, you need to come with me now."
"Oh, Jean!" whined Michelle. "You're no fun any more!"
She started wandering out to the car, and I called her back.
"Huh?"
"The clothes we need are right here, babe. Go find yourself
a jacket."
"A real leather jacket? Thanks, Jean!" She hugged me
tight.
"Rachel? You too!" She joined the hug, and we all went
looking for clothing. When we all had our jackets, I herded
them over to the pants. It wasn't till we got to the
helmets that I know Michelle caught on, but I think Rachel
had the idea earlier.
"Jean, why all this gear? Are we getting bikes, too?"
Michelle asked.
I just looked inscrutable.
The bill for the gear alone came close to a grand, which I
paid with my debit card. "Michelle, Rachel? I need you two
here to sign some forms."
When I handed Rachel the title to her Kawasaki, and Michelle
her Gold Wing, I thought they were about to faint.
"Grrls, here's the deal. I'm buying them now, cause they're
not really good winter gifts. Next stop is for insurance,
then plates, and we'll *ALL* have the next few weeks taken
up by training classes in how to ride. Nobody gets to ride
for real until we're all done with the classes, and legally
able to do so. Got it?"
By the end of the speech, I was talking to myself. They
were both outside, drooling over their new toys. I shook my
head at the salesman, Jim.
"Kids," I muttered. "Can't live with em, and can't shoot
em."
He laughed, as I went outside to join my clan.
All told that day, I paid out over nine thousand dollars.
"It's worth it," I thought. "My two grrls *are* doing good,
good enough to warrant a gift or three. Besides, they can
take these to school, instead of the bus, and we can take
them on vacations, and there is the Pride parade - Dykes on
Bikes..." It's amazing what a person can rationalize,
simply amazing :)
By the end of the day, I was beat. "Spending huge sums of
money sure wears a person out," I thought. "I'm glad I
don't work in procurement for the military!" The grrls,
however, have much more energy than I do. I think it has
something to do with age :) When I announced I was ready
for bed, I had different ideas in mind than they had. As
usual with them, they out-voted me, two to one.
First Rachel started at it, hugging me tight when she got
into bed. "Jean, you didn't have to do this, you know. We
love you for the person that you are, not because you buy us
things. Heck, you're helping put me through college, and
Michelle, too. You can't afford to do stuff like this
constantly."
I kissed her to quiet her for a bit. "Love, I know. I'm
not made out of money, but these were a lot less expensive
than getting you both decent cars, and you'll need wheels of
your own soon. Just let me do what I can to provide for you
two."
Michelle and Rachel conferred for a while, then Michelle
asked me, "Jean, is there anything you'd really like us to
do for you?"
"Well, I'm kind of beat. Maybe we can have some tea, and
just be together for a while."
Rachel went to fix three mugs of tea and brought them into
the bedroom. She gave me and Michelle one and kept one for
herself. We sat on the bed sipping tea and talking.. sounds
of light hearted chatter and giggling filled the room.
The light in the room faded and the chatter slowed. The
empty mugs lay abandoned on the nightstand. In the the bed
are three beautiful women lying snuggled together and softly
snoring.
"It was very much worth the expense. They are both such
good grrls", I thought to myself as I was falling asleep,
spooned between them. I could feel Michelle's breasts in my
back, and I had my arms wrapped around Rachel, holding her
breasts. As usual, the three of us were breathing in
unison.
The next day was spent reading the owner's manuals. Bikes
are nice, but they require a lot more attention than cars
do. We took them apart, at least to the point we might have
to in an emergency, and put them back together, using only
the toolkit I got from Snap-On years ago, and our Swiss Army
knives. We practised packing for a road trip, paring down
our gear until we could fit it, and me, on the two bikes.
We spent some time with the PC and a paint program,
designing a custom scene to paint on the gas tanks. We had
fun :) The real fun started when we got out the leather
outfits, and modelled them for each other.
Leather does nothing for me, but I knew it gets Michelle
hot. It had the same effect on Rachel as well, and soon the
scent of aroused women was mingling with the leather-jacket
smell. I walked over to them, unzipped Rachel's jacket from
behind, and reached in to caress her breasts. I shouldn't
have. She turned around fast, crushed me to her chest, and
fastened herself to me in a lip lock that left me breathless.
My knees turned to Jello as I sank to the floor.
She then started removing my silk blouse (I lost three
buttons in the process), shoved her arm under my neck, and
gave me a massive hickey that went clear around my neck. I
felt my gym shoes being removed, and then my jeans, by an
equally hot Michelle.
It was faster, it was rougher, it was more intense than our
usual lovemaking. We didn't go to the bedroom, there wasn't
time. We went at it right on the living room floor, like
animals in heat. I think I came, at least once, and I know
they both did, several times. I can't honestly tell you who
did what to whom, it was all a blur of mouths and fingers
and breasts with erect nipples, and very wet pussies and one
organic strap-on so hard it *hurt* and bite marks and
spanking and screams of pleasure and silk and leather. We
passed out where we were, in a tangle of sweaty bodies on
the floor.
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