Party Time/Party Time.iso/pt/story/livinia6.txt

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 ... a memoir from Friar Dave, to be found and addressed as same on
Rusty & Edie's BBS, and any NixPix board, about meeting a very special
young woman and how things thus began to Get Out of Hand. This memoir is
very explicit, but not to worry, Dear Reader, because I have changed the
names to protect those who had a helluvalot of fun, and if tales of
people getting to know each other in Every Way offend you, this is a
real good time to erase this file.
 Any and all feedback  --  positive  and  negative  --  would  be
appreciated.















LIVINIA.6

     From time to time that afternoon, as I indulged my  literary
delusions, I'd remember the sight of Livinia and Alicia in their smooch.
Or I'd remember watching Alicia's breasts heave within her cashmere
sweater. Or the taste of her lips when I'd kissed her that once. And if
I wasn't careful, I'd start imagining the two of them intertwined, naked
and feasting on each other's loveliness.
     It didn't take too much of a leap of imagination after that to
start considering what it might be like to be in bed with both of them
and then to wonder if Alicia was anything like as responsive as her
older sister and then...
     Sticking to the work in front of me wasn't easy, but the cursor
blinked insistently and I just knew damn good and well that if I let
myself indulge the images, pretty soon I'd be writing stuff that doesn't
bring in money -- and doing it with one hand, if you know what I mean.
     My doorbell rang at a quarter after six. I know the exact time
because CBS radio sports was just beginning and I was listening to find
out if Mr. Bluster, the [censored] who owns the Yankees, had managed to
set the negotiating process back and insure Major League Baseball would
have a greatly abbreviated season.
     I went to answer the bell, wondering who. It occurred to me that it
might be Livinia and Alicia, but I told myself that they were probably
spending as much time together as possible before Alicia departed for
Orlando. More likely it was a neighbor who'd forgotten keys. Perhaps
even the lush, vital, busty middle-aged blonde from the first floor. Who
might be persuaded to come in for a drink for the first time after five
years of gentle invitations. Most likely it was some fool who couldn't
be bothered reading the names on the mailboxes and wanted to ask for
someone who didn't live here. Yeah, that was probably it.
     My building doesn't have intercoms, so answering the door was
always a surprise package waiting to be opened. By the time I got to
the door of my apartment and opened it, I had worked up a good mad: Who
the hell was bothering me now?
     I opened the door as Alicia reached the midpoint on the last flight
of steps. "May I come in?"
     See if you can guess the range of fantastic possibilities that went
through my head? Got it? What did you come up with -- Two? Four?
     Okay -- then you can imagine why I just sort of stammered, cleared
my throat, smiled idiotically and motioned for her to come up and in.
     "I hope I am not interrupting you," she said as I closed and locked
the door behind her.
     "Oh, no, not at all," I lied glibly. "It's a pleasure to see you."
Well, that was the truth, anyhow. I took her coat and went speechless
again. She was wearing a simple, pale yellow blouse of thin fabric with
her jeans and she wore nothing else. I knew that because if there'd been
anything under those jeans thicker than a cellophane G-string, it would
have made a bulge. And her blouse was buttoned maybe two thirds of the
way, which meant that I had a great view of the tops and part of the
sides of her magnificent tits, and what I couldn't see that way was
almost-but-not-quite-visible through the thin, straining fabric. She was
also wearing flat shoes, which meant that no matter how I moved, in the
narrow hallway, I was looking down and seeing lots o' Alicia. Each time
I did, another half-dozen neurons hung up their synaptic spikes.
     I stood there holding her coat in front of me and between us and
studying the collar closely, because everywhere else I looked, my eyes
saw Alicia and it was distracting.
     "David, can we go into another room?"
     I looked at her eyes and found laughter in them.
     "You make me nervous as hell."
     "I gathered as much." She nodded toward the living room, reminding
me. I motioned for her to precede me, and this was another mistake.
Because walking behind her I was struck by two things: The loveliness of
her long hair, spreading silkily till at its base its lustrous spray was
as wide as her waist, drawing the eye down its length which was the
second thing to strike me with a dull thud. Right beneath the ends of her
hair was her butt, taut and lithe and perfectly rounded and encased and
displayed and twitching within the best Guess had to offer. I was ready
to fall to my knees and worship that perfectly formed ass.
     I was so mesmerized by its movements that I followed her through my
little home office -- where the CRT still showed the work in progress at
the time of her arrival -- and into the living room. Where she turned
and asked if there was someplace I could hang the coat, so I wouldn't be
carrying it like a protective cloak. Of course there was. The walk-in
closet was between the office and the living room. I'd walked right past
it. I felt my face redden and hung up her coat and found a hint of a
smile playing at the corners of those lush lips I had barely tasted less
than twenty-four hours before. I hung up her coat and was about to close
the closet door.
     "Oh, one thing," she said and walked toward the closet. At the last
second, she turned, raised one hand to pull my face down to her and she
kissed me. I jerked back as if her lips were on fire.
     She gave me a look of reproach. "Please?" And did it again. This
time I was ready, mentally as well as physically. About ten seconds into
the kiss, my arms went around her. Sometime not too long after that, our
lips opened and her tongue flicked into my mouth. And within a minute, I
was holding her tightly to me and then I was running my hands over her
back and hips and butt and caressing the side of her face. She was
hugging back, too, plastering her lithe, richly curved body against me.
The press of her ripe, solid breasts against me and the sinuous lean
rest of her moving against me did nothing to hasten the end of that
kiss.
     We had to come up for air, though. Her eyes were closed and her
lips slightly parted and there was a bit of a flush to her face and it
extended down as far as I could see to her chest and breasts.
     Those beautiful eyes opened and focused on mine. The smile hinted
in her face this time was not at all amused. It was a smile of sudden
certainty, of pleasure at having a suspicion confirmed, of resignation
to a fate that is not displeasing. Before she spoke again, I knew at
least part of what she would say.
     "I will not leave this house until you have taken me to bed and
made love to me," she said, and kissed my beard to seal the vow. She
wrinkled her nose. "Tickles." Then she disengaged my arms from around
her and led me by the hand into my own living room. She turned and faced
me. "But, please, first -- ?"
     She gestured toward the sofa. I nodded and she sat. I eased myself
into the comfortable old second-hand rock-Maple rocker that was my
reading chair. "You won't sit with me?"
     I shook my head. "If I get any closer than this, I won't be able to
keep my hands off you while you say what's in your mind."
     "I affect you so much and yet you rejected me yesterday..."
     "You know you affect me."
     "My sister has told me many things about you. She has told me
exactly what she has told you. I know the things she has told you. About
our uncle, and Manila, and the British writer, and the man in Seattle,
and the man here who assaulted her. She has told you about her and I and
things we did together and about our mother. Did she tell you why we
look different?"
     The question betrayed much that I hadn't deduced. If Alicia hadn't
dazzled me so much, I probably would have noticed the differences sooner.
     I answered her question: "No."
     "Our uncle had a young assistant in Manila. Our uncle knew the role
well, for he had filled the same role not many years before, in Manila."
     "For your mother."
     "Yes, before she was too old for his customers and ran away to
marry." She looked down at her hands, then back at me. "Livinia and I
have different fathers. Mine died in a logging mishap. Hers is...not
known." She glanced away for a second.
     "Or he might be your uncle."
     "Yes." She held herself stiffly in the worn old couch. "Did she
tell you why she cannot have more children?"
     I shook my head.
     "The man who assaulted her damaged her inside. She was ruptured and
bleeding. Surgery was necessary -- You understand?"
     "You don't have to say more about it."
     "Do you love her?"
     I tensed.
     "I see you do not -- not in that sense."
     "Right."
     "But you care very much and respect her and like her and enjoy her
companionship and sex with her."
     "Very much."
     "But she knows there is always this girlfriend of many years -- "
     "Annie."
     " -- and she is afraid to become too close with you, yet she wants
to be close."
     "Have you come to seduce me, get your first time with a man and
cure your sister's aching heart by helping her get used to the idea that
I am never going to be only one woman's -- all in a few hours?"
     She cocked her head to one side and slowly smiled, then nodded.
"Yes..."
     "Good-bye, Alicia." I stood.
     "I vowed to have you."
     "Gonna rape me?"
     "Somehow I don't think it would be like  that."  She  stared
meaningfully at the rather conspicuous bulge in the front of my jeans.
     "She told me much about you. She told me what it is like to be in
bed with you, to make love with you, to share pleasure with you. She
told me you are very strong and very gentle and very passionate and -- "
     Oh, no, I thought.
     " -- she told me your penis is not too big -- "
     Swell.
     " -- and does not hurt. And from the way she spoke of you, I became
more and more interested. I liked you already and thought you were nice
and intelligent. I saw the way you were tender with her and I began to
be even more interested. Then, when you kissed me and put your hands on
me and held me, I knew I had to do it with you. And if it also helps my
sister, whom I shall always love, is that bad?"
     "Maybe you should let her take care of herself in some things.
Maybe you should let her in on this little exploit."
     "She knows."
     "Yah."
     "You do not believe me?"
     "Nope."
     "Yet last night she told you she wanted this -- said it to you in
my presence -- and later you told her you would not kick me out of bed."
I was silent, trying to get my thoughts -- not to mention, my senses --
under control.
     "May I wash my hands?"
     "Of course."
     She stood and squeezed unnecessarily past my chair, nearly brushing
my face and shoulders with her breasts, letting me smell the light scent
she wore and feel the intense passion that I just knew, dammit, was
bundled inside her.
     She had me. I had no choice but to believe her, yet somehow it
seemed too good to be true and if there's one thing I've learned, it's
that when something seems too good to be true, it probably is. I kept
trying to find the catch. I lit a cigarette and kept running and re-
running all the things Livinia had said to me and comparing them with
Alicia's words and tried to fit it all into some sort of context. Alicia
was going to be heading off to Orlando soon; Livinia was sticking around
and I wanted her to spend some of that sticking around time with me. But
I kept wondering how she could send her sister-lover to  me  with
equanimity and --
     No matter how I looked at it, it just wouldn't fit. I stubbed out
the butt and lit a new one and tried to tackle it again -- and then
realized that Alicia had been gone quite a while. I determined to be
polite and wait till the second butt was finished. Fifteen minutes
elapsed time to "wash hands" was enough time for a polite inquiry.
     And as the butt smoldered down, I kept flashing memories and
imagination into a porno show in my head: Livinia and Alicia clinching
not five feet from where I sat; Alicia letting (my)  pajamas  get
unbuttoned and giving me little flashes; the feel of her in my arms and
against me; the sight of her gorgeous legs and butt in the jeans; the
taste of her lips...
     "Damn," I muttered and stubbed out the butt. It had burned down to
singe my fingers. I took a deep breath and went to investigate. I paused
long enough to save my file and shut down the 'puter. Premonition?
Perhaps.
     The bathroom was empty, the door open. Alicia wasn't in the kitchen
or dining room and I would have heard her leave. I knew she wasn't in my
office or living room. Which left --
     The door was open and the reflected city light through the Levolor
blind illuminated her. She had only the sheet over her, drawn up to the
tops of her breasts. Her hair was spread on the pillow.
     "Did you tell my sister the truth?" she asked softly. "Or will you
kick me out of your bed?"
     She threw back the sheet, baring herself to the narrow flare of her
hips, and held her arms up to me. "Put your hands on me, David; make
love to me."
     I watched my hand pull the sheet back the rest of the way and I
couldn't breathe for a moment. Few women can lay naked in soft light and
be as sexy as you'd imagine after seeing them dressed to vamp. Fewer are
even sexier. Alicia was one of them.
     "Please -- want me."
     I let go the breath and with it all of my doubts and hesitations. I
knelt on the bed and ran one hand down over her lovely face to her
graceful throat to her smooth shoulder to her perfect breast to her taut
little belly to her trim hip to her sleek thigh to her perfect calf. I
looked into her face and saw a hint of uncertainty in her beautiful
eyes.
     "I want you desperately," I told her. I caressed her face again.
She put her hand on mine and held it to her face, then turned to kiss my
palm with her soft lips. Then she drew me down to her.
     She kissed me as she had in the living room. I wrapped her in one
arm and rolled onto my side, not wanting to crush her with my greater
size. She wriggled atop me and pressed herself against me as we resumed
the kiss. I ran my hands all over that perfect body and cupped one
behind her head to hold her lips to mine till she managed to indicate a
need for air.
     "This feels so strange," she said. She raised herself slightly.
"Your beard...your strength...your hardness..." She rubbed her naked
mound over the hardness in question. "And your clothes. Entirely too
many clothes for this." She began unbuttoning my shirt. I ran my hands
down her back and held her perfect little ass. Her eyes half-closed. "I
like that," she murmured and resumed unbuttoning. She opened my shirt
and ran her hand over my chest. "So big and strong here, but not too
much hair." She sniffed. "Smell nice."
     "Won't get much farther than that the way you are." I  said,
reaching farther to caress the backs of her thighs, then  run  my
fingertips up to measure her hips and finally hold her tiny waist.
     She smiled oddly and bent to lick my nipples, then lightly nipped
the left one. "Hairy nipples, but I still like to do that...ooooo..."
     The "ooooo" was because I had begun to lightly caress the sides of
her firm, large breasts. They were very sensitive, it seemed, and when I
did it again, she began sucking my nipple and tonguing it.
     I lifted her off me and put her flat on the bed. She lay there with
her legs slightly parted. I knelt and had stripped my around-the-house
jeans in seconds. I usually skip underwear and socks when I'm just
hanging out around the house, so Alicia, now flat on her back, was
suddenly presented with a naked and obviously enthusiastic male.
     "So that's what it feels like," she breathed, raising one hand to
touch my cock. At first, her fingers were tentative, then she squeezed
my dick. She pulled on it and squeezed again. Her hand was small; she
could barely touch thumb and forefinger. "It throbs with your heart and
is so hard inside..." I watched her run her other hand low, to the
sparsely furred place where her thighs met. She breathed shallow and
fast when she worked a finger into her cunt. "Will it hurt me?"
     I shook my head. "Guaranteed not to hurt. You have been with enough
-- enough --"
     "Women."
     I nodded. "They've put their fingers in you and maybe more."
     "More."
     "You have never had a man, but you are not a virgin."
     She looked thoughtful, finger still inserted, then removed it and
put both hands on my dick. "You would like me to suck it, now?"
     And there was something in the way she said it that was so sweetly
unsure and trusting and even naive that I had to smile. I peeled her
hands off my prick and bent over her. I licked the finger that had been
inside and decided I wanted some of that -- but first hand, so to speak.
Then I kissed her lips for a long time.
     Finally, I pulled back above her. "Alicia, I want to do whatever
you want with me in my bed. We will laugh together and we will have
pleasure together and we will be very close. But you do not do anything
you do not crave."
     She held my face in her hands and drew my mouth to her breast. "I
crave your mouth here, and your tongue and -- oh!"
     I was licking around her aureole, which was broad and slightly
inflated in her passion. Little nubs, bumps, had sprung up on it. I
traced the outer rim without quite touching the nozzle of her nipple,
using just the tip of my tongue. She sighed and tried to pull my mouth
onto it. I resisted long enough to draw out the tease, then moved to the
other breast. After a few minutes of this, she was sighing and moaning
very softly and wriggling sinuously. Finally, I brought one hand up to
cup one perfect, gorgeous tit and drew my thumb and fingers upward --
not lightly, this time, but not squeezing either. I caught her nipple
between my thumb and index finger.
     "Unnnnhh," she moaned and then gasped when I stretched out my
tongue and let the wet tip flick slowly and strongly over the tip of her
nipple. She clutched my thigh between hers and ground her cunt against
my leg. She was very, very wet; I could feel her moisture on my thigh.
     I reached down, sliding one hand along her back and down to cup her
hard ass. I squeezed her buttock and then reached farther, till my
fingers were pressing that sensitive little place between her pussy and
her asshole. I massaged it, all the while paying justly due homage to
her breasts.
     I slid the tip of Badfinger into her cunt just as I raised my head
and fastened my mouth on hers again. She arched up, then back and down
and took half my finger into her, sighing hotly into my opened lips. I
wiggled the finger a bit, then pulled her toward me and quickly brought
my mouth down over her body till I had my lips over her mound.
     She reacted as if I were breathing fire. My  breath  on  her
sensitive, engorged -- and perfectly normal sized -- clitoris caused her
to arch up. Her ass clenched still tighter and her hips jerked sharply
once, twice, again and then she held them raised and her thighs shook
and she gasped and sobbed as she came.
     And my tongue hadn't even gotten to her cunt yet!
     I rolled onto my back and pulled her over me, so she was sitting on
my face. Yum! I had a feast on her cunt, using every technique I had
ever learned -- more than a few from bisexual women -- and she came and
came again, her orgasms rolling through her. I pushed her up slightly and
licked along the crease of her perfect butt and she got hotter and
hotter and then groaned when my tongue began probing at her anus.
     She turned herself around above me and flopped over me,  her
magnificent breasts mashing into my lower abdomen as she licked my
throbbing glans. Knowing it was the first time she had done  this
restrained the impulse to ram my hips upward.
     I brought her cunt back down into my mouth, I sucked the entire
luscious morsel into my mouth and lightly licked over the compressed
divide of her swollen labia. That's what I was doing when, for the first
time in her life, she sucked a cock into her mouth, To be precise: My
cock.
     She sucked me the way she might have sucked a woman, I guess --
ultra-sensitive to the tenderness of vulnerable flesh. But at the same
time, that meant her tongue was teasing and light and the sensation was
maddening. Still sucking her, I ran my hand from her ankles to her bent
knees to her hard little ass to her tight waist and down to lightly run
my fingertips over the sides of her compressed breasts and then to
gently caress her face. Then I pulled her mouth off me and urged her,
with my hands, to turn.
     She didn't take much urging. She straddled me, raised herself and
then -- Bam! Just like that! - aligned her little cunt with my cock an
slammed down onto me.
     It was tight and hot and wet. It was like being embedded in liquid
fire. Her eyes, half-closed when she'd climbed over me, widened and
then she threw herself down flat on me, crushing her breasts into my
chest, and began jacking her hips up and down. Her pussy was clasping me
and pulling at me she squeezed her eyes tight and concentrated, her hips
moving faster and faster, My hands were on her ass, gripping but not
guiding, and when she came the first time she screamed her pleasure --
and began pumping for more.
     She came again and again, quickly, pow-pow-pow. I knew because I
could feel her spasms. They were doing nothing for my self-control and I
warned her when my nuts tightened and began tingling.
     Abruptly, she pulled herself off me -- I swear, I could hear a Pop!
as my cock pulled out of that tight opening -- and wrapped her hands
around my throbbing dick. She took just the head in her mouth and sucked
and licked and jerked and then I was arching up and cumming in her mouth.
     She swallowed once and then pulled away and took the rest on her
tits. Jerking me dry. I pulled her back to me when the spasms faded.
     "I can have babies so I must be careful." There was a hint of
apology in her tone. "But I liked it."
     "I noticed." I kissed her on the lips, tasted my own sperm and,
beneath it, her, and kept on kissing.
     "But you don't like the taste of my cum," I said. I could feel her
tense in my arms. She'd had one thigh draped across mine; now she pulled
them together. "That's okay," I told her. "That's really not unusual at
all."
     "I'm sorry to -- " She couldn't say it.
     "I don't like handjobs," I confessed. "But I like being in bed with
you, nonetheless."
     "I liked having orgasms with you," she said and risked a kiss on
the underside of my jaw. "I want more."
     "And you liked having me lick you -- " I put my finger over her
tightly clenched anus. " -- here."
     She nodded her face against me. "Yes. It was so good, but you must
have found it very unpleasant."
     "Not at all. You're clean and fresh and tasty. Want some proof?" I
flexed as if to move.
     "No!" She held me with arms and legs. "Not yet. For now, I like
this holding afterwards, this -- this -- "
     "Cuddling. It's my favorite."
     "Mmmm." She pressed up against the finger over her butt-hole. "And
I liked when your tongue pressed there."
     I slid another finger down and moistened it in her cunt, then
brought it back up and insinuated the tip into her ass. She tensed,
then moaned -- and melted. I added the first finger. She tensed again and
then sighed and began moving slowing, warmly, wetly against me.
     I responded. My cock hardened and she opened her thighs  and
pressed her damp pubis against me, then began stroking the underside of
my dick with her clitoris. She had my prick trapped between her soft
pussy lips and my abdomen and she would rock along it slowly, head-to-
toe, ending each stroke with a quick, somehow tentative fillip that push
her ass back and up against my rude fingers.
     This kept on for "a while." I don't know precisely how long, but
she gradually increased the tempo and urgency of her movements. Finally,
I couldn't hold back any more. I rolled her off me, raised her legs to
my shoulders and forced my cock up her slippery cunt. My plan was to get
lubricated there and then fit my dick into her up-tilted ass...but I
got, uh, distracted.
     Getting into her pussy even the second time was still work, because
she was as tight as a clenched fist. She moaned and squirmed, but kept
humping her vagina up at me, gobbling my dick into her even as she
writhed. When I was in her to the bone she sighed and then the sigh
became a gasp, the gasp became a pant and that turned into a moaning
sound. And then all I knew was how her cunt was sucking on me and
clenching me and all my plans were forgotten as I ripped back my self-
control long enough to pull out of her before I came.
     She kept arching her ass up at me and somehow, the head of my
spasming dick got lodged there. It did not penetrate, but it lodged
there and I groaned in frustration and relief as I blitzed semen against
the incredibly puckered little opening. I swear, each ejaculation
against that tiny rosebud was answered with a squirming squiggle and a
hunching up at me, but she was too tight -- even after having two
fingertips in her.
     I tried to relax away from her, meaning to take her in my arms, but
she was too caught up in her passions. She clutched at me with her arms
around my neck and her legs around my hips, fastened herself to me, and
she held on with all the strength in that taut young body. She was
making little screaming noises against me and  rubbing  her  mons
frantically against my limpening dick and nothing careful I said or did
was going to interrupt her.
     Finally, I took her wrists in my hands and pulled them down to my
hips, where I grabbed her ankles, as well -- one wrist and one ankle to
each hand. Then I pushed her legs up and apart and held them there as I
dropped to my knees on the floor at the foot of the bed and lowered my
face to her cunt. I lapped and sucked at her swollen clit and labia and
he kept writhing, all soaking wet and nearly smooth. All the time, she
was panting, "More! More!" She seemed perpetually on the edge  of
cumming.
     Then I understood.
     I released my hold on her ankles and wrists and slid my hands down
over those perfect legs. I spread her cunt lips with the fingers of one
hand and slid the thumb of the other inside. Her little pussy sucked at
the digit. I worked it in and out, then twisted my hand and began
massaging her G-spot, which was swollen to the size of a peanut.
     Then she came. Ye gods and little fishies, did she ever! She
screamed as if she were falling off a cliff and then she wrapped her
smooth, wet thighs around my head and came for what seemed a very long
time. I worked one hand down beneath her to hold her clenching little
butt. She angled her perfect, hard ass and pressed down and around till
one slippery finger slid up inside her back door.
     If I'd thought she was cumming before, I was introduced to a new
level of abandon. Her ass tried to snip my finger at the base, her cunt
tried to suck my thumb into her stomach and her thighs seemed to be
trying to crush my head. Again and again they squeezed against my ears,
each time opening wider before slamming back against my skull. Looking
up, I could see her pinching and pulling her nipples with what I was
sure had to be painful force. Sometimes she pulled so hard that her tits
seemed to elongate -- and these were not tits in need of stretching or
enlarging in any dimension.
     She bucked and heaved her pubis against my chin and mouth wildly,
loosening one of my front teeth. Then the juices began to trickle out of
her and she sucked in a long, rasping breath and let it out with an
explosive gasp -- and fell back, limbs akimbo and finally still.
     I pulled my thumb out of her cunt and my forefinger out of her ass.
Both were audible withdrawals. My knees popped when I stood and my legs
and neck were stiff. They weren't all that was stiff.
     She was gasping the way a serious distance runner gasps after
pushing through The Wall for a new personal best. I thought she was
unconscious. I was wrong.
     I touched her face gently to gauge her reaction and see how to
proceed next. She snatched my hand and kissed my palm, then ran her hand
up my arm, over my face, down my torso and grabbed my cock. She pulled
gently on it.
     I lay next to her and rolled her atop me, in my arms. She held onto my
cock. She lavished about a million little kisses on my face and neck and
shoulders. Finally, I took her face in my hands and drew her lips to
mine. Her tongue snaked into my mouth, urgent and hungry. I pulled her
face away and lay her head down on my chest and caressed her ear and
cheek.
     "I never had such orgasms!"
     I put on Skeptical Look #157: Who are you trying to kid, kid?
     "Truth!"
     "You have had good lovers before, especially your sister -- "
     "Yes, but always, something inside me holds back. With you, I went
beyond it and could let myself just -- just -- " She hugged me tight.
     It might have been the most flattering thing anyone had ever said
to me.
     "I never feared you would hurt me or force me to do anything that
hurt me. I even wanted you to, you know, go in my back, because I knew
you would not hurt me since your penis -- "
     Auuuuggghh!
     " -- is not too big and -- "
     "Alicia?"
     "Yes?"
     "Please. Let's just hold each other quietly for a few moments, okay?"
     "Mmmmmm." She snuggled against me. I held her and relaxed. I must
have dozed off, because I came half-awake when she disentangled herself
and began climbing out of the bed. "I'll be right back."
     "Sure." Fucking is serious work, because I dozed off again right
away and came awake maybe a quarter of the way when she slipped back
into the bed. I rolled her onto her side, took her into my arms and
spooned her, kissing the back of her neck as she wriggled her smooth
butt back against me. And I went right back to sleep.
     I didn't wake when Livinia got there, which scared me at first; my
doorbell is loud. Later I learned Alicia had watched from the window and
dropped my keys down. Livinia was getting to be an old hand at getting
keys air-dropped from the fourth floor.
     I sort of woke when Livinia crawled into bed, which only goes to
show how well and truly zonked I was. Without thinking, I rolled her
into my arms and snuggled her from behind.
     In the morning I woke to find myself looking across the side of
Livinia's lovely, sleeping face at Alicia's wide and lovely eyes.
Smiling eyes. I slowly kissed Livinia's ear, then snuggled her tighter to
me and she, never waking, did the same with her sleek sister, who
reached over to let her hand rest on my arm resting on Livinia. I dozed
again and when I next awoke, it was with good reason.
     Livinia was doing mouth magic on my cock. She was kneeling between
my legs. Alicia was kneeling next to her, caressing her sister and gentling
her and occasionally letting one small hand come down to caress me. I
drew her to me and we kissed sweetly. Eventually, she leaned over me and
offered each of her breasts to my mouth, in turn.
     Eventually, Livinia poised herself over me and began doing that
magnificent thing of locking me tightly inside her hot self and moving
up and down, with nothing but her cunt touching me. I wouldn't have
lasted long even if Alicia hadn't begun suckling at Livinia's lovely
tits and fingering Livinia's preposterous clitoris.
     Livinia fell atop me, gasping. Then I felt something between our
legs and she tensed and began cumming very, very hard. It didn't take a
rocket scientist to guess what was happening, even before I moved my leg
to confirm that Alicia was flattened between our legs and licking at her
sister's cunt and clit and ass. She licked my balls, too, and the
sensation was maddening -- a vixen tongue on freshly drained and already
overworked balls is a wonderful thing. Then Alicia crawled up, Livinia
rolled off to one side and I was the happy meat in their sandwich.
     Eventually, we took a vote and I was unanimously elected to get out
of the nice, warm, snuggly bed and make the coffee. (They ganged up on
me, for one thing; for another, I voted me to do it because another dose
of Livinia's coffee and we'd be busted by the U.N. for violating the
Geneva Accords on Chemical Warfare.)
     By the time the coffee was well under way, so were they. I watched
from the bedroom door for a while before Livinia (on the bottom) noticed
me and beckoned. Hey, I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid. I went to
them. The alleged cat was whining something in the background, but
quickly realized it was hopeless and went back to scarfing Cat Chow.
     Livinia reached up and grabbed me by my again-rampant cock. She led
me to her sister's slick, tight cunt and only the excesses of the past
48 hours gave me restraint. Periodically, she would pull my cock down to
her mouth, which she removed long enough from her sister's cunt to
lavish attentions upon said cock, then redirected me. Periodically,
Livinia would stiffen and moan and remind me that she was getting as
good as she gave.
     Then Alicia raised her head and said something quite loudly in
Tagolog. Livinia made questioning Tagolog noises and Alicia repeated
herself (I think) rather emphatically and this time, Livinia aimed my
cock at her sister's butt.
     "Whoa," sez I. I leaned to the side and got the ol' KY out of the
top dresser door. I squirted half the tube onto my cock and Alicia's
butt, then took my time about using my fingers to pack it inside.
Livinia resumed her oral attentions to Alicia's bare clitoris and my
hanging balls.
     When I slid in, it was tight, incredibly tight. And very, very hot.
But the slipperiness and the eagerness of all involved  made  the
difference when my fat glans reached the point of penetration that is
uncomfortable. Alicia tensed and again forced herself to relax and her
rectum sucked me steadily, relentlessly deeper.
     When her tight little ass was hard against my  abdomen,  she
reached back with one hand and rested it on my hip. Gingerly, she urged
me back and forth and I began fucking her ass.
     I guess no more than a couple of minutes passed before she was
arching her slim hips up and back to drive her ass harder onto my cock.
Livinia was doing things to her clitoris and when Alicia came the first
time, it was exquisite: her sphincter contracted on my dick about the
midpoint and kept clenching as she drew me into her. I put my hands on
her hips and held tight and then threw caution to the winds. I began
banging in and out of her hard, fast, desperately.
     She came faster and harder and more intensely and then I felt the
cum wrenched up out of my balls and through my dick and I was pouring my
cum into her. It was as if I hadn't cum in weeks, instead of hours, and
I thought my spine had liquefied and poured into her. She came harder
and faster and her sphincter closing down on my cock only prolonged the
sensations for me.
     When it was over, I had a tough time keeping my weight  from
crushing into her and crushing both of us onto Livinia. Finally, I
pulled back and rolled onto my back. My dick looked like it had just
reamed a virgin asshole, i.e., not pretty, but Livinia started to move
for it. I stopped her. (I didn't want her chancing all the interesting
rectal-resident bacteria.) I reached into the dresser again and found a
handkerchief with which to clean up Alicia's  spectacular  nether
quarters, then took handkerchief and myself to the shower for a rinse.
While I was there, I poured the contents of the Braun into the Thermos
Coffee Butler. It smelled so good, I indulged a half-cup and, redundant
as it may seem, a butt. I felt wonderfully wasted. I also lost about
fifteen minutes. And that was a revelation.
     When I went back to the bedroom door, I found the two women locked
in each other's arms (and legs and pussies, etc.). I watched from the
door and I knew that though it was my home and my bed, I was  the
interloper. I closed the bedroom door and fed the cat, then went out
for the papers.
     I dawdled. I bought the papers, then walked through the park and
watched a bunch of kids playing touch football, then went to the Greek
diner and had a brunch (hash browns, two eggs any way four pieces of
bacon fresh-squeezed orange juice and coffee only $2.99!) and got back to
my place around three.
     Livinia was waiting for me, in my robe, at the dining room table.
She was drinking the coffee I'd made and smoking one of my Winstons.
     "Your sister?"
     "She does not seem to be here." She looked around the room. I felt
stupid at belaboring the obvious and simply nodded in acknowledgement.
     "She said you were very sweet and very pleasurable."
     I nodded.
     "She thinks you are very nice and likes you."
     I nodded. I was beginning to feel like one of those fuckin' dolls
in the back of some Chevys.
     "She would like to do this again."
     Livinia looked down and stubbed out her cigarette.
     "Do you think I am terrible?"
     "No."
     "What do you think?"
     "I think I am a lucky man and you and she are very good together."
I put down the bakery stuff I'd bought and the papers and went to stand
beside her. I kissed her forehead. "I would rather be with you, who I
know, but I think you should be happy and I think you are happiest in
bed with her."
     She nodded. "But I like being with you and so did she! What should
I do?"
     "Follow your heart," I said. "Go be with her." It was tough, but it
was true. I resolved to stand by it. She was too sweet to get less from
any man she'd privileged with her company.
     "Do you mean it?"
     "Yes."
     "You would rather be without either one than see me unhappy?"
     I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly. "Yes." I made it sound
convincing. Convincing enough that I couldn't go back on it.
     She nodded and said something loudly and quickly. I didn't quite
catch it.
     "What did you say? I didn't understand you."
     Alicia stepped out of the bedroom, clad in my other robe. "That's
because she spoke in our language. She said, `Come out, I think this can
be very good for all of us.'"
     I looked at Livinia. She was smiling. I looked at Alicia. She was
opening and shedding her robe.
     "Teach me how to say that," I said as Livinia stood and led me by
the hand. She pulled her sister to us at the same time I did and our
hands met in the small-very-small of Alicia's back and the three of us,
a six-legged creature of indescribable ease, tumbled onto the bed.
     Sometime later, I repeated myself. "Teach me to say that," I said,
and added: "Because I think you're right."
     And she was, for a few more weeks. Then Alicia flew to Orlando.
Eventually, Livinia said she was going to go there, as well. I was sad,
but happy, too, because I understood. I missed Alicia and I was going to
miss Livinia and, in a different way, Sabrina.
     I insisted on driving them to La Guardia for their flight. It was a
Wednesday, when the fares were lowest, and I took the day off from work
and rented the car. (I told Livinia I'd borrowed it. I don't and won't
have a car in the city. To me, driving a car in New York City is almost
always a symptom of insanity. People who have to do it are driven crazy
and people who want to do it *are* crazy.) I knocked and was called into
the house.
     "I will be ready in one minute," said Livinia and scurried up the
stairs. Sabrina -- who'd been growing up and out and all sorts of stuff
-- came to me and said, "I will miss you."
     "I'll miss you, too, honey." I put my arm around her little waist,
meaning to deliver an affectionate squeeze. Without warning, she turned
into my arms, plastered herself against me and put her arms around my
neck and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue was suddenly there and the
kiss got hot enough to give me a hard-on. She pulled away and said,
"I've been wanting to do that for a long time. I like it."
     I saw Livinia, so small and lithe, coming down the stairs behind
Sabrina. Livinia had her coat over her arm and carried her humongous
handbag.
     I winked at her and she froze.
     "I liked it, too. Would you like to do it again?"
     "Yes." She wriggled against me, the minx.
     "Then say it again, what you just said."
     "Uh, I've been wanting to do that for a long time. I like it...and
I want to do a lot more."
     "A little louder."
     "My mother might hear."
     "She already did."
     I put my hands on her waist and turned Sabrina. I felt her stiffen.
     Livinia barked something in Tagalog.
     "Livinia, do you want to be like  your  mother  --  or  your
grandmother?"
     She froze in midstep -- and then the anger drained out of her and
her face softened. She threw the coat across the bannister and put the
handbag down and came to take her daughter into her arms.
     "I think this could be a very good thing for both of you," I said.
"You have much to talk about." I looked around. "I'll put your stuff in
the trunk and wait in the car. You two hurry up so we can get moving."
     I'm weird. I like airports -- because at airports you find aircraft
and I love watching aircraft do what they do best. A couple of hundred
tons of aluminum and titanium and steel going from zero to 125 and then
hurling itself into the sky, changing from some clumsy, lumbering
construct into a graceful, silver flash, enormous engines grabbing sky
and clawing higher and faster, filled with people going someplace,
always for a reason. Giant, shrieking sky-monsters, fast and bulky and
sure as sharks, gentling down to brush concrete with a feather touch and
squeal down to become a vehicle spilling forth its precious cargo. Twice
a minute, making routine a wonder that would have astonished da Vinci,
making ordinary a miracle that would have left Heracles gasping for
breath.
     But sometimes airports are not fun: Ruth back to Birmingham. My
Celtic friend too soon and too often back across the damned Atlantic.
Yuki to Tokyo. Livinia to Orlando. Sometimes, I don't like airports,
because when I leave, all I have are some memories and a parking stub.



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 By the way -- when was the last time you shared your experiences
or fantasies with the rest of us -- including me? C'mon -- you don't
have to be a pro; just tell us about it. Remembering for the telling
will be a lot of fun for all of us. And even if you decide not to share
it...Well, I hope you're enjoying these!

























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